#i hate him but i want to kith him

[devils-rising]

can i just think of something nice for once

[employee-404]

//OOC, GT Speaking.

completely shaking in my own boots finally being able to reveal 404 stuff, like I know maybe I didn't choose the most subtle means or maybe I didn't commit enough to the slow drip but this means I can stop holding it in like pee

anyways lmao idk if it's a real trope but the Agent Gutierrez to 404 thing definitely sounds like A Step Down From Badass or something along those lines, the reverse of when an average guy becomes cool or something

[dawndelion-winery]

Ask you about your biases...

Does Haitham count then?

- 🌹

Lock, bestie, this is such a trap and you know it

[avocado-writing]

I love your work and saw that your request for baldur's gate 3 was open and was wondering if you can do Astarion x abused? Reader

Basically the reader's father was a narcissist and they or she whichever you prefer. Even though they ran away years ago old habits die hard. They feel the need to take care of everyone else cause that's how they survived for so long and put on a front of being the strong leader they "need". Then maybe they have some sort of nightmare either being dragged back or something feeling the trapped feeling they felt for so long. Maybe Astarion hears them whimpering or something after a hunt and curiosity gets the best of him and ends up comforting them. 

notes: didnt want to get too into what abuse the reader had suffered, so I kept it reasonably vague. hurt/comfort

rating: M (due to themes)

pairing: astarion x reader

Astarion hears the sobbing from the moment he steps foot into camp.

He has exceptional hearing anyway and having just fed his senses are sharpened to a knife-point - he zeroes in on the sound with bat-like perception. Ears twitching as he goes, he tip-toe follows the noise to… 

…your tent.

That is a surprise. He’s not sure that he’s ever been present to you being anything other than… well, joyful. Constantly smiling. Constantly caring. Constantly laughing and reaching out a hand in friendship, the very epitome of what a good leader ought to be. Even in battle you don’t let awful odds get to you, always crying out reassurance from behind your shield as you fend off bloodied spears and vicious claws.

Maybe it is ego that makes Astarion go to your little refuge. He wants to see you shatter, just a bit. Just so he can reassure himself that you aren’t as infallible as you seem; that you are kith like the rest of them, able to err and break.

Or maybe it’s not because of any of that. It is because, despite it all, he has genuinely come to care for you.

Either way when he pulls open the fabric door his heart twinges uncomfortably in his chest.

You sit up in your bedroll, face buried in your hands, ugly tears boiling out from under your palms and soaking the sleeves of your sleep clothes. Your whole body heaves from both the raw emotion and the effort of trying to keep it under control. He’s never seen you so open. 

You look up when you hear the rustle of his arrival. He freezes as the two of you lock eyes. 

“Shit,” is all he can muster, and is it relief he feels when despite everything, you laugh?

“Sorry, did I wake you?” you ask, grabbing a handful of blanket and roughly drying your face with it. An attempt to hide the shame of crumbling.

“No, I was still up - out hunting,” he says, and you nod in acceptance. The two of you remain there for a moment, staring. Astarion is stuck on a threshold, both literally between outside and in, but also one of the soul. He wants to reach out. He wants to withdraw. He doesn’t know what he wants.

Eventually, your soft eyes win him over. He walks in and lets the tent fall closed, sitting down across from you on your bedroll. He feels your feet wiggle aside to make space for him and is struck by the intimacy of what he is doing.

This is unlike him. Stupid, stupid. Don’t reveal too much, don’t leave yourself open to vulnerability. He tries to affect a posture of ease, leaning back on his hands.

“Nightmare?” he asks. You nod again, sighing.

“Sorry, I must look dreadfully silly. I was just thinking about… someone I used to know.”

Astarion winces. Yes. He’s been there, hasn’t he - devoured by the panic of your past catching up with you. 

“You don’t look silly at all. A bit blotchy, perhaps, but not all of us can look beautiful when we cry.”

He flips his hair and that makes you laugh again. The atmosphere in the tent gets a little lighter. He watches the way your hands desperately look for something to occupy them, how they start picking at the loose stitches in any fabric you can find.

“This man. He used to, erm… hurt me. Quite badly, actually.” He hates the way your usually vibrant eyes have dulled. “And I managed to get away - ran away, really - but sometimes… you know. Something reminds me of him and I get dragged down again.”

Damn it all, Astarion finds himself reaching out and covering your hands with one of his. You stop your slow dismantling of your blanket thread-by-thread.

“I understand,” is what he’s able to force out of his suddenly tight throat. He’s mentioned Cazador before, trying to make a joke out of it, pretending it doesn’t bother him now that it’s all in the past - but it does bother him. Scares the life out of him, really, or this facsimile of a life he’s been able to build for himself now he’s free. 

Your fingers slide between his and hold him very tightly. 

The two of you sit in silence.

And then he decides to move properly, shuffling ungraciously so that he can be by your side rather than across from you, his arms wrapping around your body and bringing you close.

Your shoulders hitch a little. Fresh tears warm his shirt, patched dozens of times over because of a man who wouldn’t let him buy anything nice and new.

“I’m fucking tired of being strong. It feels like it’s too much sometimes,” you confess, voice barely louder than a whisper. He tucks his head over yours, your scalp beneath his chin, as if he can shield you from the world like this.

“Then don’t be strong. If it feels better, be weak, my dear. I’m the only one here and I promise you that won’t mind.”

You know that, for once, he won’t. Astarion ‘my favourite activity is to judge everyone I meet’  Ancunín is happy to let you lay your soul bare in front of him. So you do, you let yourself force every emotion you’ve ever bottled up leak out of you, in drips at first and then in a full tsunami. You cry so hard that you lose the ability to make sound for a while, silently choking on tears long since overdue.

He holds you all through it. He is not a strong man but his grip is tight, keeping you grounded, and he knows it helps because eventually you go from crying to sobbing to neutral to asleep. You breath evens out into something more controlled and when he moves to look at your face he is relieved your eyes have shut and that you can finally find a little peace. Gods know you deserve it.

You’re the strongest one of them all. He decides that perhaps he wouldn’t mind being there to help you shoulder things, if you need.

He lays down with you, limbs tangled, and drifts off.

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[yanderederee]

Alright, let’s talk about Ken Wakui’s newest work

Negai no Astro

Or Astro Royal, whatever you prefer.

I will be giving no blatant spoilers in this post, only speculations:)

Manga PV here; ITS SO GOOD!!!!

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯✦

Let’s get the obvious out of the way, Ken Wakui has a very distinct art style. And I love it! A lot of people are making fun of it (mostly on Twitter/X), and it’s really sad. I love his style, and character development.

I have high hopes for this manga, and want to paint a picture of what to expect for those who also want to get into it♡

Let’s start Character Designs

—our main-trio—

We’re only one chapter in so far, so we’ve only met the main two boys, Terasu and Hibaru (left to right).

Terasu Yotsurugi - 12th Son

Loving Terasu’s take-no-shit personality so far. Simultaneously, he seems very kind and loyal to Hibaru’s ideals.

Terasu is giving Ryusei/Chifuyu lovechild.

Hibaru Yotsurugi - only Biological Son

I love Hibaru’s chivalrous/“old-fashion” ideology. He may seem ‘generic shonen protagonist’ right now, but i don’t care. I will appreciate him.

Hibaru is giving Mikey/Takemitchi lovechild.

As for our blue eyes beauty over here, we have yet to see her yet. She seems very cute though.

She’s also giving lovechild vibes; Senju/Hina specifically…

—The Yotsurugi family—

There are 13 Siblings of the Yotsurugi family, whom has a history of being Yakuza.

12/13 Siblings are adopted.

So far, we only have designs for 11 siblings.

We do not know a lot of names thus far, WHICH I NEED BTW, so let’s go over what we do have, and my first impressions of them.

—Names going Left to Right per image

Shio Yotsurugi - Eldest Son

He’s giving Timeskip!Taiju vibes. Anyone who says he looks like Ran…. I can’t see it. He’s too beefy- sorry.

I just know I’m not going to like this guy.

Has a lot of the people’s support, but not mine.

Probably thinks he’s going to make the family better when he’s really ruining it:(

Unnamed Glasses Guy - maybe 2nd Son?

Mmmmm no thoughts.

Token megane character—

Probably corrupt.

I hope he proves me wrong.

Kou Yotsurugi - 11th Son

Middle child vibes

He will be deranged and misguided.

Probably “hates” Hibaru because he’s so much like their father, who I assume he respects, but doesn’t agree with.

He probably secretly admires them both though.

Unnamed Hottie - maybe 9th Son?

MINE. 👹👹👹 RAPID. FERAL. BARKBARKBARK—

I NEED NAMES, NOW WAKUI. NOW.

Who is he. Where was he. I must know.

also lowkey giving Angry’s blue-ogre vibes…

Based on vibes alone, I lay claim. Awoogaawooga♡

Didn’t appear in chapter 1 though so:( </3

Unnamed ScarGuy - maybe 10th Son?

Eyes always closed, speaks with ♡ at the end of his sentences…

Seems charming. I mean, look at those eyelashes…♡

Wanna give him a kith.

I have a feeling he and Unnamed Hottie are biological brothers… not sure.

Wakui please, sir, just one chance—-

Unnamed BraidGuy - maybe 8th Son?

Mr. I’ll just stay in my lane. Respect.

Realistically, I think he’ll be my first/second favorite eye candy, depending on how these characters personalities/canons end up being explored.

I’m sorry I have a thing for men with long hair!

Cool earrings too lol

Seems neutral to who’s in charge.

Wakui, seriously, I CAN TAKE HIM—!!!

BENKEI???? - maybe 5th Son?

Has lion-like eyes and sharp canines….big nose

My size kink is acting up—no, please nO—!

Okay but seriously. I’m not sure what to expect from him yet.

He seems honest, but I can see him getting power hungry:(

Handsome Lady - Maybe 3rd Daughter?

Cooler older sister vibes.

Awoogawooga

Please be a lesbian or at least bisexual—

Seems logical and cool. Probably doesn’t coddle innocence.

Mr.BigNose - Maybe 4th son?

Uh-uh. No thanks. Not bc of his appearance, but bc his character is depicted as insufferable so far.

Probably sexist.

Probably too coward to admit it, but if things with the family bond start turning south, he’s the first one OUT.

Hehe I may have left this screenshot wide to show off the One Panel that shows Mr. Unnamed Hottie *twirls hair*

I mean seriously look at him I’m going to scream without the s

Story Direction and Expectations

I trust Wakui. The way he explores his stories is through character bonds and personal ideals.

This is one of the reasons why I grew so fond of Tokyo Revengers.

Plus… it’s Found-Family Gang activity. It’s my soft spot ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I would say Yakuza but I want to be respectful in how I throw that word around, so I’ll avoid it for now if I can.

The supernatural powers that get involved will surely lead to a type of succession war between the siblings.

“What it means to be strong” will probably be the fundamental lesson of the story.

I am so excited to see how Negai no Astro will progress!

Please support Ken Wakui however you can by reading Chapter 1 onwards!♡

[jennaissantes]

NCT DREAM

- when you cup their face in your hands

MARK ## i feel like if you just like.. yknow just walk up to him suddenly bc u feel all fluffy and just cup his face and go “see markie? im holding my entire world in my hands” :], hed just go :o and then smile so wide and its so so cute honestly :( pls give his nose a kith [muah!] and walk away [yes do that] and he’ll just sit there for a while thinking about how much he loves you NOOOOOO :((

RENJUN ## honestly bro, hed probably look at you like 😐 what do u want. [as IF his heart wasnt going boom boom right then and there] and then youd go :I i just wanted to hold your littol baby face in my hands. and then youd add a small kiss right above his lips [for good measure] and smile at him. you see the way he tries to stop himself from smiling but his red painted cheeks give it all away awwwwwww

JENO ## GFEUBDHWSJK jeno would straight up look at you like ‘:] hi baby’. and youd go ‘:] hi baby’ too and the whole things just so cute and both of u are just there so in love with each other and then u lean in and give him a ver smol kiss on da lips and then watch how homeboy just… shrinks. boy shrinks and covers his face [y/n what have u done to him]. and then he comes back up and kisses u so sweetly :(

HAECHAN ## this cutie. [not very cute of him to do what he did tho it was actually very hot of him] when u waddle up to him and cup his face in your hands, bro literally kisses u. basically pulls an uno reverse card on you and makes YOU the flustered one. bc thats his job 🤨 how dare you🤨 try and steal 🤨 his job of 🤨 making u 🤨 blush 🤨 but jokes aside after the kiss he boops ur nose with his and the whole thing is so adorable and i hate myself for writing this bc i will never experience it fuck.

JAEMIN ## awwww this man baby [ i say this like he isnt literally more than half a decade older to me (im sorry jae that js makes u sound old 💀)] the moments he sees you run up to him, his face lights up bc !!! his baby is running up to him with the cutest smile ever!!! and then u just go boop his nose and cup his face in your hands and his heart literally stops for a second because you’re literally his whole world and youre just making his heart feel all warmmm and fuzzy and he wants nothing more than to just stay with you for ever and ever and everrrr <3

CHENLE ## :( hes so adorable it hurts :( the way his whole face becomes so smiley and bright just makes you feel so so so special and he DOES tell you that too!! “hihi youre my special person y/n, i love you.” and boop a littol kith on your nose [uno reverse number 2 basically.] and now youre just :o because heyyyyyy it was your turn to make him flustered [not in this life tho rip] but you DO catch him by surprise by pecking his forehead, nose and lips as a return gift bc ur cute like that

JISUNG ## no i swear i love this boy so much. hes just gonna melt into your hands and you have to stop yourself from fighting him because hes just THAT adorable [aw shit jisung brainrot here we go] you look at him with literal heart eyes and he starts shying away from your gaze ToT noooooo hes so adorable please give the sweet boy and kiss and tell him you love him so much and that he means the whole world to you :[

warnings: too much fluff me thinks, profanity at two places if im not wrong, nth other than that but do lmk if i missed anything!!

©iwonzzi 2022

[quillsareswords]

How about a Damian x reader where the reader is friends with Jon and even though she doesn’t like him, Damian gets jealous and it ends in him confessing. And maybe a kiss 🤔🤔🤔🤔

A/N: ...these were all supposed to be under like 400 words...I looked up six hours and 2,520 words later and here we are. anyway sry no kith bc I didn't feel like it 💅

WARNINGS: misunderstanding, language, argument, raised voices

MASTER LIST in BIO

   You're nicer to Jon than anybody else you work with, including him. You go out of your way to talk to Jon. You ask him if he wants anything from the vending machine. You laugh at his awful puns.

   He hates to say it irritates him, because Jon is a very kind person, and he deserves the same treatment. He deserves soft touch and secret jokes and a bright smile.

   He deserves you. Out of everyone in the room at one of these inane hero mixers, Jon deserves you most.

   Despite this, the thought leaves a sour taste in his mouth.

(Nevermind that you pick him immediately for missions, or that you already know what he wants from the vending machine and you memorized how he takes his coffee, or that you're the only one who laughs when he cracks the darkest joke anyone in the room can stomach. That probably means nothing.)

   He plants himself in the farthest corner of the room and sulks. He catches your eyes a few too many times, so he looks anywhere else. At anyone else.

   He decided a few weeks ago that avoiding you would be for the best. Hopefully, his feelings for you would wither without the sunlight of your presence. Hopefully, the bright petals of his heart would lose some vibrance and stop distracting his brain.

   It's a ridiculous hope, really. It's been months since he realized these feelings, and he hasn't yet seen a day he wanted you any less. At this rate, he's positive he could lock himself away on the other side of the planet for a few years and still be able to pick your voice out of a crowd.

   He'd tried to show you. In his own, roundabout way. He'd let you catch him staring. He'd seek you out when he could. He'd try to brush his hand against yours when you walked together. He wrote embarrassing poetry and hid them among your things. He did things he had seen in movies where the guy always gets the girl, because he didn't know what else to do.

   He did everything he could do, except tell you to your face. He tried, once. He could bring himself to do it. He'll never admit fear, but he didn't like to think about what would happen if you didn't feel the same way.

    "What are you brooding about now?"

   He jerks, scowling already. "Nothing," he snaps. "I'm not brooding."

   He very intentionally doesn't look at you, leaning against the wall beside him, but he does catch your reaction. He doesn't have to see you to hear the pause in your breathing, the hesitation before you reply. He's surprised you. He's not normally so curt with you for no reason, and you both know that. If he focuses, he can feel the quick once-over you give him, as if you could find that reason somewhere on his person.

   "Drag of a party, isn't it?" you try again. "I tried to sneak you one of those little breadsticks at the snack bar, but I think Impulse would've bitten me."

   (He had seen you, actually. Superboy at your side, chattering about something he couldn't hear, you'd skulked around, waiting for an opening, but Impulse was prepared to die defending those breadsticks. He must have skipped breakfast.)

   He doesn't reply. He keeps his arms crossed, continues staring past the clusters of chattering superheroes, out the Watchtower windows. If this had been weeks ago, he would have brushed it off and told you that he'd fight for them himself if he got hungry.

   You're a strong person. You've drawn lines in the sand for yourself. If you don't like the way someone treats you, you'll avoid them as much as you possibly can. You won't stand around and take it. You told him that much to his face the first time you met him: be nice to be, I'll be nice to you; pull that attitude with me again and I'll let the next guy shoot you in the face. It's how you treat everyone. He respected you for it, which is how you wedged yourself into his good graces in the first place.

   Therefore, if he goes out of his way to upset you now, you'll avoid him too.

   There's that bitter taste again.

   "Is everything okay?" You lean forward, trying to get within his line of sight, or to get a better look at his face. "Seems like you're in a worse mood than usual."

   "It's no business of yours," he grunts. "Go find someone else to pester."

   At the very edge of his vision, your expression ripples. His resolve does, too. You take a moment before you speak again. "Did I piss you off?"

   No. You never piss me off. I'd rather talk to you for a day than anyone else for a lifetime. He swallows.

   "Listen, if you had a bad morning or something–"

   "I thought I told you to find anyone else to bother."

   Bother is a low blow and he knows it. You had a boyfriend last summer who'd called you that just before you broke it off with him. You confided just how much it stung to Damian after he caught you sniffling on a rooftop in Gotham.

   He thinks it might have been too far, but isn't that the point? To jab at you just enough that you abandon all efforts at a friendship with him?

   Your grip on his arm catches him off guard, and you take the opportunity to drag him to one of the doors at either end of the room.

   You shove him out into the empty hall and make sure the steel slab latches behind you. "What is your problem?" you demand, planting yourself between him and the door.

   "I don't know what you're talking about–"

  "Don't play stupid, I know you aren't." Your tone is metallic in his ears, cold and hard. "You're being a dick. I wanna know why."

   He is being a dick. "I am not."

   You stare at him. He meets it head on, and realizes that it's the first time in the entire conversation that he's looked at you.

   You're good at hiding things from people. You've got a knack for screaming internally and looking bored externally. It doesn't matter what the situation is, you always look like you've got it all under control.

   He can see in that one look that you definitely aren't. Your breath is quicker than normal, your eyes are fractions wider, your posture is off-center. Your expression is wide open, waiting to receive whatever excuse he lobbies at you. You're distraught about this.

   A realization lodges in his throat. Either you're so upset by him that you can't mask it, or you trust him enough that you aren't holding up that mask at all.

   He looks away. Shakes his head. "I don't have time for this."

   "Oh, what? Have a busy day of standing alone in a corner and staring off into the distance?" You cross your arms. "If you didn't feel like being pestered, why did you bother showing up?"

   It wasn't his choice, actually. He knew you'd be here. His father tricked him anyway. Told him it was, League business, won't take more than an hour. You wanted to see the Watchtower again anyway, right?

   You don't give him time to respond. "If you have a problem with me, say that. Don't talk to me like I'm some idiot who can't take a hint. Especially in front of a bunch of coworkers."

   "Fine; I have a problem."

"Great, fantastic! He does have a problem." with you." You throw your hands up like you've just discovered the cure to dementia. "What's the problem, Wayne?"

   He glares at you. You don't look so out of sorts now, so he holds it. "I'm sure you'd like to know."

   You set your hands on your hips. "Well I'd like to know if I can fix it."

   So would I. "You want to fix it?" He starts heatedly, scraping together some barbed speech about how you're too focused on what others think of you, but you beat him.

   "Yes!" Your expression opens again, like clouds parting for sunlight—except, instead of brightness, he only sees the near-desperate eyes of a woman trying to salvage a friendship she didn't even know was crumbling. "You're one of my best friends, Damian. I don't want to lose you over something stupid if I don't have to."

   One of my best friends. One of. Friends. He hangs on your every word, loses sleep over the slightest touch, forgets where he is when he looks into your eyes for too long—and he doesn't even rank at the top of your list. He's not your best friend or your boyfriend. He's one of a few.

   On any other day, he'd take a deep breath and remind himself that you don't owe him anything. It's his problem that he did the stupid thing and fell– caught feelings, not yours.

   But today? It sets him off.

   "I suppose it bothers you so much. Don't you have anywhere better to be? I'm sure Jon would appreciate your company far more than I could," he snarls.

   Any hurt in your eyes fizzles into confusion. "What? What are you–"

   "You're right, I'm not stupid. I'm not blind, either." His voice is rising, but he's still got enough sense to keep this as private as he can, surrounded by super-powers. "I see how you act with him. I know you love him."

   You reel. You can't help laughing, breathy and incredulous. "Love–? What in the fresh hell are you talking about?"

   "Don't try to deny it."

   "Uh, I am going to deny it because it isn't true."

   He steps forward, as if he has a chance at intimidating you into admission. "You're kinder to him than anyone else. You treat him like he hung the sun. You go looking for him first at every opportunity." He's gesturing with his hands, too. "You make it so obvious, I don't know how I'd didn't see it before. Maybe I am blind after all."

   "You're so wrong," tell him. You're uneasy again. Twisting away from him by fractions, inches. Just enough to be doing it subconsciously, like a guilty man in an interrogation room. You still don't back away from him, don't let him snatch the reins of the situation. All of this only fuels him more.

   "You aren't stupid either. I know that. You know that." He stops for a breath, just one, and you see just how hard he's breathing

   He's never been this agitated by something like this before. It's true, when he's pent up and angry about something he can't simply remedy, he goes looking for fights to pick and outlets to unleash upon. But he's never found that in you. His indirect anger has almost always spared you, a few sharp words aside.

   "I'm not saying that I do feel for Jon," you interrupt, "but if I did; why would it bother you this much?"

   He's never cared before. You know he hasn't—you've gone out of your way to make try to make him jealous once or twice, talking about boys you have liked or flirting with someone right in front of him, and it's never gotten you more than a raised eyebrow or an eye roll.

   Something intuitive, grown from too long spent at his side, flutters to life in your mind. An idea, a theory, a hope.

   For the first time since you met him, he stammers. He trips over his words once, twice, then promptly snaps his mouth shut. On the outside, his face pinches angrily, lips pressed together grimly. Inside, he screams into the void and scrambles for a handful of words he can stitch into a decent excuse. All the vocabulary of five different languages, half the vocabulary of four more, and all he can come up with are incoherent expletives.

   And like the kind, patient person you are—for him, at least—you wait for him. You stand there after he's run his stupid mouth and acted like some bratty elementary schooler, and you wait for him to figure out an explanation instead of turning away from him. He told you he didn't want to talk to you and instead of telling him to get over it or writing him off completely, you tried to fix it.

   It sucks all the fight right out of him.

   Finally, he says your name in a way that makes your lungs seize. "You have to know," he says quietly. "You must."

   You think you might. "Know what?"

   Five steps away from you feels too far, so he makes it two. Not enough to crowd you, not enough to hide. "You really don't have feelings for Jon?"

   You chuckle. "Jon's…nice. He's really nice, and he's a close friend, but…he's just not the guy for me," you admit. "And for the record, I definitely don't think he hung the sun."

   It earns you a little smile. Small victories, you suppose.

   You're still watching him expectantly. He could lie his way out of this. He could tell you that he thought Jon was cheating on you, frame it as though he was trying to save you from heartbreak. He could tell you a lot of things, frame himself in a lot of ways.

   But he doesn't want to do this again. You didn't have feelings for Jon, but you just as easily could have. You'll have other men groveling at your feet eventually. You'll choose one of them, eventually. He has a chance, right now.

   He takes a breath to steady himself. It's full of your favorite fragrance, and he finds that instead of making him any more nervous, it becomes a little easier to breathe.

   He thinks of all those terribly unrealistic movies his sisters and Dick watch. He thinks of making out in the rain and dramatic confessions and passionate kisses. He tries to imagine himself there instead. He tries to put together something that you'll remember forever, even if you turn him down.

   But he's standing here, looking at you, waiting for him like you always do.

   "I'm in love with you," he says. "I'm–...I love you."

   It's strangely freeing to say out loud. He anticipated anxiety. In every scenario that ran through his mind, he'd been terrified. In the worst cases, there had been tears or gunfire or both. He'd say it, in whatever way he could conjure up, and it would feel like he was stepping off a cliff.

   Now that he's here, and he's said it, you're smiling at him like you're welcoming him home.

   "Oh, Damian," you whisper, and your eyes are glittering like a reflection of a sunrise, and your palms are so warm on his shoulders. "I love you, too."

[darkbluekies]

Silas asks #5

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Concept: I've put multiple asks into one post to avoid too much loose posts on my account! This way, you have more to read too<3

Warnings: mafia, yandere, isolation ... the normal stuff

In Intruder, would Silas still have been able to find the reader if she didn't look to see what was on the USB? (Perhaps she didn't know she had a foreign USB in her purse in the first place) You mentioned Silas could see her on the webcam, but I assumed that was because she used the USB on the computer. Also, if she didn't see the USB would Silas have taken it back without question or would he have still kidnapped the reader? Sorry for all the questions, I'm just curious hehe 😅

Hm, interesting question. I think that Silas would be able to find the USB one way or another, either through a tracker on it or hacking into surveillance cameras to follow her. He would most likely not be too interested in getting her, but would think of her when he leaves ... which means that he'll be back for her.

There's this meme on tiktok that goes "my blickyyyyyy upon the dresseeeerrrrr" it remind me so much of Silas who definitely is the type of dude with a gun in his dresser 🔫 🔫

I haven't seen that meme, but Silas would 100% keep a gun in his dresser! For uh "safety reasons". Not to keep you in the room no no

Do you think the reader would ever develop Stockholm syndrome with Silas?

I actually think so. He treats you well when you're obedient so if you don't try to escape and actually listen to what he says, he will be the most wonderful man you can ever get your hands on. And that's dangerous for your mental health because anyone would fall for that.

With that Broken reader x Silas fanfic Does the reader have a caretaker that had been helping them?

[fanfic?]

Oneshot it's basef off of (i think)

No, Silas doesn't want anyone to be close to you, escpecially not after what you've been trough. He's scared that you'll fall for someone else in your fragile state. He needs you to be reliant on him only. You're vulnerable, perfect for him to mold how he wants you to be.

LOVING SILAS SM MWAH MWAH MWAH LEMME KITH YOU omg but like.. 😳 what if he grows to lowkey miss gen z reader's remarks and jokes in the long run😶. like ok yeah big man got what he wanted😮‍💨🫥 but now reader doesnt laugh or smile anymore cause theyre lowkey highkey traumatized😁💧 ykwim????

[omg thank you for the kith hehe]

Then he'll try to bring it back! Silas thinks that you're a toy that he can break and bend to be how he wants you to be. Somehow you'll be back to normal, he just needs to figure out how. He'll regret breaking you down so badly and will do his best to crack your numb shell.

"I like it when you smile. Come on, baby, curse at me. You know you like that. Tell a joke, I'll laugh, I promise. No, you won't get punished, little thing."

The Valentine's day ask for Silas got me thinking, what if his s/of wanted to get job? (cause I can't just do nothing all day) And since I'm sure he wouldn't let us go somewhere, what if we asked for him to hire us? (Cause if he wouldn't we can start looking for a online job or a job where we could leave and come back without getting caught) We can basically do some clean up or just paperwork 🤔. Also sorry if my English is bad

He'd hate the thought of you working because he thinks that you should be doing things you liked, but if you really had to, he'd keep you in his office, right by his side, where you can go through some papers. Of course not the ones that could make you scared. If there are no papers for you to go through, he'll print fake ones, just so you'll have something to do. As long as he'd keep you occupied, you'd not complain about being bored or wanting to leave.

"Ah, how about a break? We should take a nap on the couch. We've been working so well, don't you think, little thing? Come here, baby, let me hold you."

Silas be like "I'm gonna torture you badly" I be like "I like that"🥴Chain me up in the basement for punishment? "oooh kinky"Psychological torture? "Hey how'd you know I like mind games?"Threaten friends and family? *Looks around sarcastically "where are they? I don't see them!" 🙃In conclusion, I identify as a chaotic neutral that cannot be contained. Go ahead, do your worst! It'll be fun~ >:3

You'd be Silas's nightmare.

Ok that was weird how would Silas react to a mc who was in awe about how rich he was and shocked when they arrive at his mansion?

[what was weird ...?]

He'd be shocked. He's been in defense mode to give you a fright, to scare you into obedience ... but you're not scared?

"If I live here? Uh yeah, i do ... what about it? You like it? Yeah, I guess it's nice. Do you really like it that much?"

Hello 👁🫦👁. I love all your stories and I'm trying to figure out how best to behave with Silas so that he doesn't lock me in the basement, but also doesn't break my mind or bones😭p.s. i love the yandere characters but even chatting with AI yanderes gives me bad endings

As long as you do as he says, (you stay in your room, doesn't complain too much, doesn't nag and demand him to be let out) he'll be pleased with you. He'll take you out for dinner and dates and be more patient with you. The more you demand of him, the less likely you'll get it and the quicker you'll end up in the basement. He wants to be treated as a human being, depsite all the bad things he's done to you :)

[frogchiro]

Pierro be worshipping at his wife feet when they’re alone. Doing all cute couple stuffs and some spicy rough bedtime. If he’s a yandere all of this would be x10 which is just 😚.

Warnings : yandere theme, hints of blood and gore, hints of past noncon/dubcon, feeding kink.

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“My dear, can’t use your wrists? It seems I went to hard on you last night. No need to try feeding for yourself, don’t want it to be worse right?” He picked up your spoon which is not even full and re-scoop the stew again and again till he deems it’s an enough amount for you. But that’s scoop can’t fill a child while mouth.

“It’s still hot, I’d hate to see little you burn your tongue.” He said and blowing smokes from the stew. This time you agreed, the foods he make always hot like ironing your tongue especially when he adds spice.

“There we go, open your mouth.” Knowing it’s better to obey, you complied. It’s absolutely delightful and delicious with a bit of bitter iron taste. But that’s fine, it’s better than his bread soup.

“Let’s finish this bowl of stew, shall we?” This morning will drag till almost noon. You’re sure of it.

omg THIS ur so smart nonnie lemme give you a respectful kith, i've been re reading this since yesterday

warnings: yandere themes, dark content, yandere!pierro, possessive/obsessive behavior, mentions of violence/gore (not against reader), dependency, reader is a bit of a ditz, slight infantilisation, implied large age gap but reader is explicitly stated to be an adult!, fem!reader, 17+content, also possible spoilers for pierro's past

OKAY SO, imagine yandere pierro who indeed would worship his little wife, literally worship the ground she walks on, everything you'd ever think of, every little desire will be yours and he'll make sure of it but unfortunately everything comes at a price, a high price

pierro is the definition of the perfect leader, he has all the needed qualities; he's firm and excludes this dominant aura that commands respect wherever he goes, he's cunning and resolute, always knows what to say, when to say and how to say it, and although he's not much of a talker he excludes a type of charisma that draws everyone to him, you saw numerous times how he wields ultimate power and you knew from the first day that the lord harbinger, the jester, wasn't someone you'd wanna have a conflict with

but with all those qualities came also the much darker and apparently not so well hidden desires

pierro is someone who once lost everything, his people, his country and all of that because of arrogance, because there was someone smarter, stronger, wiser than him, because they didn't fucking listen and where did that lead his king and countrymen? to a bloody massacre and a lost kingdom

now he makes sure that you listen to every single word that drips from him mouth, in his mind he doesn't do anything wrong and can you really blame him? he just wants to protect you from all evil, you're the light of his life, the only good thing that's left in this sorry excuse of a world so he has the natural urge to protect

and it really helps him that you're still so naive, so young; sure you're an adult, but compared to him you've seen nothing, you know nothing about the cruelties of the world, the archons who dare to proclaim themselves to be gods

pierro loves it when you cling onto his broad scarred chest while you're both naked in bed as he tells you yet another story of his many glorious victories in battle, of every opponent he ruthlessly slaughtered, the little gasps you let out as the strong arm he has around you slides from your shoulder you the dip of your waist and lets his claws caress the skin there as he grins lightly, sharp canines glinting in the light of the fireplace at the little mewl you let out when he tells you to pay close attention to what he's saying, his hand slipping lower under the thick fur you're under

also he can't let you step out of line right? so he loves to gently remind you, the short albeit sharp talons digging into your delicate little face, that without him you'd still be stuck in that little hovel you called your home, cramped in one tiny house with your dirt-poor family in the shitty little backwater village where he picked you up from on one of his campaigns

he almost feels bad when your beautiful big eyes fill with crystal tears which quickly fall down in thin rivulets down your cheeks as you solemnly nod your head, a tiny 'yes i understand sir' falls from your trembling lips and it's then when his ice-cold heart breaks a little, he hates seeing you cry outside of the tears of pleasure while he's making love to you but this needs to be done, he has to make sure you understand that you're simply not strong enough to survive in the harsh world outside the palace, his tiny lovely wife

so he's quick to wipe off your tears and bring your face, this time gently, closer to his where he lays a chaste but loving kiss on your full lips and delicately touches his forehead to yours before he speaks in a deep hushed voice;

'i know darling, i'm so sorry but you have to understand, you're all i have and i can't loose you to man, beast or god. come with me love, it's late already so let's go to bed so i can properly apologise'

pierro rumbled and when he saw the wide, doe-eyed look in your eyes and the shy little smile that graced your lips he knew he had you right where he wanted to

after all, it's all for the best for you~

[chain-link-smut]

Hello Beautiful Beasties! Just something that has been wanting to come out and say hi. Hope you enjoy!

Fierce x Reader: Yandere office goodbye

“This is my letter of resignation.” You tossed the letter on Fierce’s desk, right on top of his computer. You had had enough of his controlling ways not only at work, but in your relationship. He was possessive and obsessed. Telling you want to wear, how to do your hair and wouldn’t let you out of his sight. This wasn't what you signed up for when he offered to be your Sugar Daddy.

“You are terminating your contracts?” He asked as he looked over the letter. “You are quitting your job and leaving me? Bold move.”

“I want out.” The contract wasn’t only a work contract, but one that allowed him to be with you in the way he really wanted to be, a lover. You had boundaries and lately he had no regard for them.

“You have been enjoying yourself on my dime, not that I’m complaining, but it would all have to end. You would have to restart your life.”

“I’ll manage.” You still had a few friends that he hadn’t manipulated to hate you or make them think you wanted nothing to do with them.

“You’ll regret this.” His white eyes held you in your place. His words were not a warning, but a fact. A fact because he would make sure of it. You were willing to play the long game with him to win back your freedom.

When you turned to walk out, he stared at your ass with a head tilt and a smile that showed his fangs. He wasn’t going to just let you go. He walked up behind you in the hallway silently and made sure no one was nearby. There was a vacant room that was no longer vacant as he pulled you in by your wrist.

The lights were off, but you both could see as he pinned your wrist above your head. His lips locked with yours and he still tasted so good. His knee spread your legs apart, his thigh hiked your skirt up until he was pressing against your wet panties. His mouth was at your neck when he growled, "You're leaving me?" as if he was giving you a last chance to change your mind. His teeth skimmed across your skin, "Are you sure you really want that?" His thigh rubbed against you and your jaw dropped open, giving him the chance to have his tongue in your sweet mouth.

You didn't want to, but your hips rolled on his leg and chest stuck out towards him. His hands slid down your arms and squeezed your breast, flicking buttons open so he could pull the now open shirt down. He pulled your breast out from your bra to properly latch on and nip with sharp teeth.

His hands were still going down and pulled your skirt all the way up. One hand was in your panties, fingers dipping inside you. "Your body is telling a different story~. You're too wet for this to be goodbye."

You wanted him, but you shouldn't. "Fierce, don't make this harder for both of us..." You kissed his lips when they were close enough. Your body naturally responded to him this way, conditioned to do so.

Suddenly you were straddling his powerful hips, still pressed against the wall and you could hear him removing the few articles of clothing to pull himself out of his pants... then he's inside you and you wanted it.

Your arms were around his neck as he drove into you and up the wall noisily. You were so close, just a little more, right there, dont stop- fuck! You're both panting and cumming. You wrapped your arms loosely around his neck, head resting against his as you caught your breath. Your legs trembled as he let you stand on your own.

You could feel the victory smile on his face below your ear where he open mouth kissed your skin. "So, my little Dove, still want to leave me behind?"

You sighed with a half smile and put your clothes back to how they were before. You cup both of his cheeks, thumb rubbing across his red marking that you always loved to apply kiths to while he slept curled into your side, then gave a light kiss to his now bruised lips. "I hope that this one last round brings you closure." You slip out the door and leave him in the dark.

You don’t hear it, but he grew angry and punched the wall just left of where your head just was. He wasn’t used to being told no like that. He was going to get you back… That was a promise.

He always kept his promises.

Keep it Naughty you Beautiful Beasties!🖤

[stabbyfoxandrew]

happy wipwednesday my beloved! i glad to see that you survived yesterday's fight with our angel and came out winning!

i am here to humbly request to know what your other problem child is up after he fucked up his not-date. Can't wait for you to break my heart again but until then:

kith <3

WIP Wednesday (4/3) | Arsonist Neil / Firefighter Andrew AU (Part 126)

The only way Neil can fix this is by explaining himself. And explaining means telling the truth. A lot of it. Pretty much all of it, he thinks. 

How can he possibly do that? 

Neil’s never told anyone the truth. Well, besides the FBI. And that doesn’t really count because he had no choice. That night it was either tell the truth or go to prison for being related to Nathan Wesninski. He chose wisely, of course. But it was no picnic for him. Neil recalls those horrible hours he spent recounting his absolutely abysmal childhood to a government issue thug wearing scuffed loafers and a bored expression.

They didn’t believe him at first. Not totally. They made him rehash everything over and over until his throat was raw from talking so much and they were finally, finally satisfied with his life story. Then they shoved him into witness protection, where he was forced to spend almost a year living in North Dakota under the name Peter Duncan.

God, Neil loathes that state. And he loathed Peter. And that stupid, dinky little apartment with the awful neighbors and shoddy TV service. Sure it was stable. Normal, even. But, as insane as it would seem to anyone else, he prefers being on the road again. Running is something he’s used to. Something that makes sense even though his demons are long buried.

He likes traveling without a destination. He likes free Wi-Fi and complimentary breakfasts and room service and nice people telling him to ‘come again’. He likes his stupid little car and it’s stupid broken radio that’s thankfully stuck on a sports channel.

Hell, he even likes Neil. He likes the man he’s become since crawling out from under his mother’s corpse and his father’s ax. Because despite everything— all the names he’s used and cities he’s seen and things he’s had to do to survive— he’s turned out to be a mostly decent person. Except for the whole… ‘burning down buildings’ thing. But he’s working on it. Sort of. And on the bright side, he hasn’t killed anyone in years. Those were all self defense, of course. So… Do they really count?

Wait a minute, Neil blinks. What was his point? 

Oh. Right. The truth. 

Other than those suited pricks at the bureau, it’s a completely foreign concept to him. Neil runs his fingers through his hair a few dozen times, the curls tangling around his fingers as he does. He rips his fingers through and wonders if he should shave his head again. No. No, it’s about to be winter and he hates when his ears are cold.

And with his hair longer, he looks less like his father.

To prove that, Neil looks into the bathroom mirror and finds Neil Josten there. Not Nathan or Nathaniel. Not even Peter. (Of course not, Peter had black hair.) Neil gives his disassembled phone a glance and wonders if Andrew would’ve wanted to be friends with Peter. Or any of his other aliases with friendly dispositions. 

It wouldn't matter. None of them would ever have even tried. That's one thing that sets him apart from all his past selves. He's trying. Neil lets out a breath. He’ll put his phone back together and tell Andrew… Something.

In a day or two. 

When he figures out what that something is.

[decaydanceredacted]

just red this fic and dear god it has me going insaneeee https://archiveofourown.org/works/15413358 like new kink UNLOCKED

why r there not more hypno fics i need(very open to recs!!)

just.

ttyg babytrick and maybe he’s a bit shy and inexperienced, they’ve had sex once or twice before but it didn’t last long and he kept his shirt on. this time pete convinced him to let him hypnotize him. patrick gets so deep in it he doesn’t know what’s going on, his body just automatically doing whatever pete says. the next time he comes to even a little bit there’s come on his tummy and tits and he’s covered in hickeys(thighs, tummy, tits, high up on his neck(which patrick always stopped him from doing before.)) pete is fucking into him hard and he thinks he must’ve come already because he’s soft. pete’s just using him hard and rough, like patrick’s his little sex toy. it’s so overwhelming and he’s woozy and it’s too much and he’s just coherent enough to say “p-pete ‘s too much, can’t,, can you stop? please, please ‘s too much” but pete just shushes him and keeps going. patrick realizes that he’s been crying and his face is soaked with tears and snot and his throat HURTS. he has no idea how much time has passed. how long he was just gone and pliant and calm. he realizes that he liked it - he REALLY liked it. he liked that he couldn’t do anything about it that pete just kept going and he just had to take it. he likes that he feels so completely used. before he knows it pete’s pulling him mostly back under and all he can do is just distantly hear pete talking to him, degrading him, humiliating him, cooing at him, feminizing him, praising him. it makes his head spin. “fuck, baby, so fucking cockdrunk, look at you, you’re drooling, just a little bimbo” “begging me to stop but you’re still so NEEDY baby, little slut just doesn’t know what she needs, it ok, i know” “this is what you were made for ‘trick just a dumb little hole begging to be fucked” “fuck, you’re covered in cum, ‘s literally dripping out of your fucking cunt, you’re mine baby, you’d let me do whatever i want to you, wouldn’t you?” “knew the innocent shy thing was just an act, this is what you’ve needed all along isn’t it? just need to be fucked? put in your place” “your cute little tits and your tummy are bouncing, ‘trick, such a cute little thing.” “awe you’ve just needed it so bad and didn’t know, needed someone to tell you what you need” patrick just blankly nods along to everything pete says. yes, he’s just a slutty little fleshlight. he just needs a cock in him all the time. he whines any time pete pulls out of him. he just needs more more more. he goes back under again and when he comes to everything hurts, he’s a mess. pete’s straddling him petting his face and tucking strands of hair behind his ears. he’s telling him how good he did, telling him the things he was telling him weren’t true, they were just a part of the game, he knows if he doesn’t they’ll just stay in his brain and he’ll keep believing them. how adorable he is. how he loves him so much and is so grateful for him letting him do this to him. patrick slowly comes back down, making a little whimper of confusion. “there you are, hey sweetheart, how’re you feeling?” all patrick can get out is “hurts” and “sticky”, “oh, i know, i’m sorry honey, you took it so well, my good little boy” “i’m gonna go and get a towel to clean you off now, i’ll just be a second.” pete cleans him off and cuddles him to sleep, rubbing his back. the next day he pampers him soo much. breakfast in bed, bubble bath, patrick’s favorite movies, giggly facials, little kisses all over his face. it’s so good, they both love each other sooo much. they are boyfriends and i think they should kith.

side note i hate when fics like shorten patrick to pat like as a nickname… esp during smut… like the reason he doesn’t like that nickname is literally because it’s HIS MOMS NAME😐. i’m sorry it’s just a pet peeve i can’t.

i’m pretty sure this ask is completely incorrect sozzy. need that little guy(american multi-instrumentalist musician, singer songwriter, composer, and 40 year old man, patrick martin stumph) clinically

-xoxo gossip girl* (spiral anon)

small shameless plug im now on the parx redacted blog too it’s so fun y’all should check it out never enough srs hormy for those water boys<3

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[divinefireangel]

Hi dear¡! ♡

Can I ask SF9 how they showed their love to their partner? (Hugs, kisses, physical touches, loving words, etc)

Sorry for my english 🥺

Your English is fine hun! Plus the language is kinda stupid hehe

SF9's Love Languages 🩷

Warnings: These are what I think are SF9's top love language. Of course it is impossible for such lovely people to have just one 😔. Mention of food/cooking in Tae's. Tea is Chani's.

Youngbin

WORDS 👏 OF 👏 AFFIRMATION 👏

I will literally physically fight if anyone disagrees with me lol. Our man is so wise and sweet and his voice is just is soothing so I just think that his ultimate way to show you appreciation will be through words. Plus man's a great and creative lyricist.

Inseong

Quality time

Well, it's mostly just him trying to make you laugh by saying and making up the stupidest jokes, if you can call them that, ever. I'm also a strong believer that this man just wants to annoy you enough to start a debate with him cuz he's bored lol

Jaeyoon

Physical Touch

Maybe this is me projecting my needs maybe it is not okay idk. But let's be honest here, this man is the cutest ever and he will want to squish your cheeks, irrespective of squishyness quotient. He also likes to hug you, literally engulf you in his broad af chest and baby you although you want to baby him don't we all

Dawon

Acts of service

I just love him sm 😭. See, he's the kind to leave you sweet sticky notes with reassuring words and a drawing or something stupid on the back lol. But yeah it's all the small things that he'll do like buying you a new chapstick before your old one gets over, bringing your water bottle around even when you tell him you won't carry it, letting you use his arm as a pillow during the long car ride to your destination although it definitely hurts after some time, fixing your hair when you're distracted, etc. Bye I need a Sanghyuk

Zuho

Words of Affirmation

He is so much different that Youngbin tho lemme tell you. So Bin uses maturity and juju uses his baby voice(?) aka he does aegyo and makes you feel all mushy inside. I mean, he is cute.

Rowoon

Gift Giving

It won't necessarily be stupid gift all the time, he does give you good ones occasionally like a sunscreen stick for example. Most of the time it is something useless and weird like a spoon pillow or some shit but it's the thought that counts right?💀

But no on a real note he's super thoughtful when he gives you gifts and he thinks of it as something that'll remind you of his love when you use it.

Yoo Taeyang

Acts of Service

It could be doing your laundry or cooking for you or putting you phone on charge. It's the little things that you need in your daily life that sometimes get so difficult to manage. But don't worry, our teddy Tae is here to be your little lovely helper fairy, even if you don't ask or notice it right away.

Hwiyoung

Physical Touch

Yes he hates skinship from members but you, no. He loves clinging to you and hugging you and kissing you. He's like a mama cat and you his kitten and he wants to kith and protecc and love you so much till you physically have to be away from him lol

Chani

Quality Time

It doesn't even have to be like an eventful couple of hours. It could just be him laying on your lap taking a nap and you reading you book and playing with his hair, giving him a head massage or tracing his cute facial features. It could also be sitting on the rooftop with hot tea cups and talking about life while nuzzling into each other for warmth.

[fatuismooches]

Hello Smooches

What if I appeared in your ask box with family stuff again?😘 This time my victim is Pierro (I just need to cope w/ fact that hydro men hate me and I lost 50/50 to Jean)

So to be Pierro's child there are few variants on how you appeared. Maybe you survived Khaenri'ah with him (with your other parent dying there) or he picked you up after you were abandoned (like with Kaeya) or his current lover somehow, miraculously managed to convince him to start a family. Either way - after downfall of his homeland, Pierro is extremely protective of anything, what's close to him, so while he can't stay with you for long, drowning in endless work, you're always protected. Fatuus won't dare to disobey Tsaritsa's right-hand man (bc if they do there's a certain doctor or marionette waiting for them..)

Sadly, because of their father's status, child is feared as well. Most likely they grow to be very lonely, only really interacting with some harbingers and maybe Childe's family as well, because he felt bad for them and asked Pierro's permission to let them meet his family. Your father won't show it, but he's oh so happy when you return and tell him about how nice Childe's relatives were !! And you even made friends !!

As busy as he is, Pierro tries to make time for his child. He plays chess with you and no, he doesn't lose on purpose, what makes you think that? He also reads bedtime stories for you (either if you can stay awake until he return home or you come to his office specifically with this request). He has low and raspy voice, so you fall asleep quickly. Pierro will never forget how he was reading a silly fairy tale and a fatui soldier came with report, but he didn't notice them.. Talk about awkward

Speaking of awkward situations, very rarely you can end up on harbingers' meeting, when you fall asleep in Pierro's office and he doesn't want to leave you or you came to him before meeting and refused to leave, of course promising to stay quiet (well, these adults speak of lots weird and boring stuff, according to you, so you probably fall asleep rather quickly) or something else.. Harbingers are like ?? 🤔🤨😳?? the first few times, but then they get used to it

Another random thought, but imagine smol child hiding in their father's coat. Considering how lonely they grew up, they're probably shy as well. Or they just want to warm up, because it's too cold in Snezhnaya. Then, someone makes c/n a mini version of harbinger coat..

When it comes to studying, Pierro is demanding, but not to the point of making you know everything perfectly by studying endlessly. Child ends up very knowledgeable

Pierro genuinely tries his best at fatherhood. He can come across as cold, overly busy or too demanding and to some extent it's true. However if he was a father, he'd always manage to give you all the love and time that's left in his frozen soul </3

-🥀

WE ARE READING DAD PIERRO FLUFF TODAY PART 2 😤😤❤️ What if i gave you a little kith for providing me with this lovely fluff 🥀 anon?? 🥰

Only the most qualified and strongest agents are asked to guard you, it's one of the greatest missions and honors you could be granted as a Fatuus (which is kind of funny 😭) Some of them are just confused about why they're asked to protect a mere kid but once they hear it's Pierro's kid, they're like 😨 oh! So at this point even your own protectors are scared of talking to you in fear of upsetting you, and it's very hard for a Harbinger's child to make friends in general... :( there aren't much people your age in the palace too... but of course big bro Childe saves you! The ginger has seen you around only a few times, but he can't help but feel bad. A little kid who already looks so lost and lonely, it makes him sad :( If he has to set up some playdates with you and his younger siblings, then so be it! After that, Pierro genuinely thanks Childe, because social interaction is very important for growing kids... and he loathes that he can't provide it himself.

Poor reader, they're never gonna beat their dad at chess 😭 As soon as you think you got one of his strategies figured out, he's already on to another one! I imagine you got grumpy left quite a few times 😭 Ouhhh the bedtime stories... 🥺 you come to his office with a book in hand with the biggest puppy eyes and he can't help but give in! Reader infiltrating the meetings real 😭 You wanted to learn more about your dad's work too but then it got so boring... how can he listen to these people drone on for so long?! The Harbingers don't say anything but just give Pierro a knowing look.

YES. Reader literally just pops out of Pierro's coat out of nowhere and people usually get hella spooked. And when they try to speak to you, you just slip right back into the shadows. You love your tiny coat so much, because it makes you look like your dad :3 Pierro may not be the best dad, but he's certainly not the worst... he will put in as much effort as he can and that's what counts.

[daisyvisions]

hiya!! do you have any sangyeon fics rec? 🥺

hi! of course I do babe 💕 here you go:

Hate Is a Strong Word by yours truly 😉 (I pride myself in this work so much so this is a self-promote haha)

A Friend in Need & Can I Call You Daddy? by @dontflailmenow (when I say I folded, I FOLDED 😩 I can still feel shivers down my spine remembering these fics)

First Day Jitters by @destiny-fics (converted me into finger sucking ngl skjdfndjks please read the whole series if you can!)

Pay Attention To Me, Baby by @tbzxnight (even if it's not long, the general pacing of this had my heart racing 😵‍💫)

Single!dad x babysitter! reader by @moonshineboyz (I fucking SCREAMED at that one part I'm not gonna spoil it so read it!)

Forbidden Territories by @sugarcherriess (okay some dark themes here ish since it's mafia related + it's got Hyunjae BUT it was well written and considered the reason why I'm a sangmil girlie tbh)

Taekwondo boy!Sangyeon by @sangyeonsofthours (steamy steamy steamy I would like to get kissed by him like this too please 😮‍💨)

A Daydream Like You by @sxcret-garden (honestly this was one of the first fics I read of sangyeon and I fell in love with him even more after this 🥺)

From The Heavens by @bae-del-moon (I actually waited for updates on this one every week, writing is so fucking amazing I wish I could write something as great as this!)

Bad Luck Charm by @thepixelelf (me? reading fluff? ofc I do I'm not all nasty 🤪 but seriously this was too cute I wanted to give him a lil kith after reading this)

Black Magic by @khonshu-ed (another fluff! I felt sooo many tingles throughout my body after reading this, it was too cute I wish there was a continuation of it!)

Here is a Wattpad recommend I have too:

Inside Us by @/sixeaj (this is a crime story so there are trigger warnings BUT GOD DAMN I would like to hang this masterpiece up on my wall, and I'm probably thinking about reading it again fr I loved it so much 😩)

I'm pretty sure I'm missing loads of amazing work but these are the ones I would say had an impact on me somehow kjsdnfjn hope you enjoy! 🥰

[ceralmillkandstars]

a beautiful ring (namor x siren!reader)

OH HI. So, I really like mermaids. And I really like Namor. So two plus two equals fish time. This character is written to portray me, a lil redheaded girl- she’s a mermaid, or a siren, somethin, who can turn human again- something magical :) and she loves jewelry. She’s a lil naughty and likes to steal pretty things, a little careless and egotistical at times cuz of all her cool powers. 

I haven’t written in awhile so feedback is always welcome. I hope you all enjoy as much as I did writing this. kith kith. I also dunno how to continue this, so if you have any ideas shoot ya girl a message. 

HEART.

You want that ring.

Peaking above the rocky, jagged surface in the early afternoon while the sun hits your freckled face, you decided right then and there while gazing at that enigma of a man, you want his ring.

You cared less about the fierce glint in his eyes as he stalks back into the water. Could care less about the delicate wings embedded in his skin, his pointed ears, maybe a little about the strong, ancient spear in his hand as his midsection descended into the water.

You wanted that ring, and you were going to get it.

With a drive from the rigid shore and a whip of your glimmering tail, you were off.

Staying low to the sandy seafloor, you flowed with the tide, urging yourself to catch up with this man who did not feel like a man.

He is fast, but you are faster. Born with fins powered by the moon’s force, the water bended to your will as you charged with gentle, calculated laps of your tail.

A beautiful, alluring ring. An ancient, crafted metal band with a beastly, jaguar head. It would look beautiful on your vanity. In your underwater or surface world home, you hadn’t decided yet. 

You hadn’t yet decided which home you preferred more.

You hadn’t decided how to trick this man into getting his ring, either.

You giggle and give a soft roll of your eyes while you monologue, surging towards the man moving, too, with the underwater currents.

As if you needed to contemplate. Your craft was as easy as a child collecting shells along the shore. 

Effortless.

The push and pull of water through your gills transformed into a thrum of energy sending out with the current into his peripheral. 

There is no one here, you are on your way. Your energy, your swaying, invisible lullaby stills the god for a millisecond before continuing his descent through the Atlantic.

Where was he going? You do not care. You want that ring.

Bend to my will, keep on your way while I pry this ring from your finger.

You swim closer to him as the energy continues to pulsate from your very essence, the water vibrating with you as you near his form.

What a beautiful creature, thank you for letting me have this ring. Your unyielding, uncompromised energy halts the neurons firing in his brain, rewiring them not to detect any sense of danger, to continue on his journey while your hand reaches to grab his.

Brutal hands, you sense, swimming with him. Brutal yet soft. With manipulating energy comes sensing tenfold. You cannot help but allow yourself to admire his natural, ruthless beauty. The determined, vicious look on his face. Someone must have wronged him while he was on the shores. Or this affinity for hating it as so causes each mistake made by others to fuel the hatred he feels for her surface. Oh- the innocent tendril of information the moon sends your way caresses your exposed, olive stomach, causing small chills to swim up your spine. The beauty of intuition from being born under the full moon. Your digits grab onto the jaguar-head ring, yanking it off in one swift motion. 

The vibrating energy continues to thrum from all around you while you marvel at the piece of old jewelry, twisting it between your thumb and forefinger. It’s too big to fit even on your thumb, but it will look dazzling, bewitching, on your vanity at the surface in your small, Chicago condo. 

You’re taking your time for someone so eager to go home thirty minutes ago. But who can blame you, when someone’s energy nearly matches yours, melding into your skin, dancing with the flames erupting into your stomach as your stare switches between the ring and a god. 

This so-called god would look very beautiful there too, amongst your silk sheets and soft pink pillows.

Your eyes twinkle- he could find you and lay there sometime. 

Cease those thoughts, the moon minds you. For the serpent god is not kind company above shallow waters.

But I’m so young, you argue. So you indulge yourself, ignoring the sense of the lowering sun. Placing the ring in a small, shell-lined satchel, your fingers graze his palms, reading the lines, his future, his past, his qualities, with wide eyes. 

Your fingers, littered with pearls and gold and seashells wrapped in fine silver and gold, travel up his arms, along his bicep, trailing and tracing the gold emblems across his neck. He continues to strive through the water with fervor, determined to get back to his people, his council.  

What a beautiful, powerful god. 

Puffing out a sigh, you let go of his hands and cast your gaze down from his otherworldly ears. You were far out into the Atlantic now, and you were getting tired. The thrumming, the stilling of his- a god’s mind, was working you harder than it has before, especially at this level of the ocean, where the moon’s power barely reaches. Seaweed snacks and new pearl earrings await you at the border, he cannot distract you any longer.

You slowly distance yourself, gaze burning into his while you slow your meticulous manipulation. 

The vibrations come to a halt at your will, slowly dripping like molasses to give yourself enough time to be far enough away to avoid any retribution. 

You begin your ascent towards the surface once a mass of distance was put between the two of you. Though growing exhausted, you glide through the ocean waters as fast as you can, refusing to look back. You have a feeling this being has a tendency to stay as below the surface as possible, only returning to bring karma.

And you always trust your gut instinct.

No more than a small spec in the vast sea, you continue to dream of the glowing skin, the small wings affixed to his ankles, the large jewelry set across his chest and neck that you are sure will be forever burned into your memories. 

By the gods he would look beautiful on your bed covered in moss and sea gossamar sheets in the pacific- back home.

For a moment, you pause and turn to stare back at the spec, your golden-red hair whisking and flowing around you, framing your freckle-ridden face and tickling a jellyfish. 

“Thank you for the ring,” you whisper into the depths of the ocean, allowing the silken vibrancy to flow deep enough into the depths of the ocean to reach his ears. 

You close your eyes heavily for a moment to regain your strength, the gold smeared across your eyelids causing a bright blink into the bound nothingness.

Turning to swim back towards the shores, you fail to watch out for the fascinating mutant turn up towards the twinkle, down toward his ringless finger, and back toward the small, viper-looking creature with fins melting away towards the orange sky. 

You continue to fail to notice the small spec becoming a lurking shadow as you goggle at the ring, daydreaming about the pearls and fluffy pillows awaiting you back home. Humming to yourself, your eyes simmer and your motions slow as you struggle to stay awake, reminding yourself of the shore and your slip dress that awaits you there just after sunset. 

After all, you got that ring.

There is a cheshire smile along your face as the shore approaches you, the sky an ornate red. You have just fooled a god. 

So you think.