#so happy with how this turned out i love shiny things reflecting light :)

[monteruu]

savior of humanity

[image id: illustration of Gordon Freeman from Half Life series. He is in a top down perspective so that the viewer is looking down at him as he looks up through furrowed brows. There is bright yellow alien blood all over his face and HEV suit as well as his crowbar as it hangs down from his left hand and leaves a trail on the tiled floor behind him. He is cast in a bright green light coming from high above him as well as being backlit by a purple light from the left and a blue light from the right as they all reflect on his HEV suit. end image id]

[wonryllis]

⠀⠀⠀⠀[⠀谷. ) ᨓ ENHYPEN ADMIRING THEIR 𝒢IRL !

. . ──𝖺𝗅𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗅𝗒, 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖻𝖺𝖽.

﹙ 𝒘𝐞𝐛 ⭑ 𝒅𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐢𝓁𝓈. ﹚ enhypen lovesick over the simple things you do. fem!r. fluff, and so soft. wordcount` 635. アーカイブ ACHRIVE?

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𝗟𝗘𝗘 𝗛𝗘𝗘𝗦𝗘𝗨𝗡𝗚 when you're talking; the way your lips move and the way your voice sounds, these are two things lee heeseung could never get over. he just cannot help but fix his eyes on your mouth shaping letters, so lost and so dazed. you might think he's not listening to exactly what you are speaking of but no, he is. every word and every tone behind it, the most interesting thing in the world. in his world full of everything about you.

"yes baby, i'm always listening, i love to."

𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗝𝗢𝗡𝗚𝗦𝗘𝗢𝗡𝗚 when you're eating; the little expressions you make and the tiny little sounds that leave you are heaven for him. he could live his entire life making you what you love to eat and sit infront of you to watch you stuff your face full of it. the way sometimes you'd smear some on your cheeks or your lips and just wait, leaving it for him to wipe it away with his thumb or kiss it off because you just love it so much everytime he does it.

"you're so cute, i could watch you forever,"

𝗦𝗜𝗠 𝗝𝗔𝗘𝗬𝗨𝗡 when you're tying up your hair; the hottest thing you could ever do is put your hairtie between your lips and tilt your head back to gather your hair in a pony, neck stretched and inviting. it is a sight on paradise and jake swears he'll die a thousand times to see it. in a trance he is trapped and helpless watching you seduce him every single time and then squeal away when he leaves a little peck at the base of your neck.

"fuck can you do that again, please?"

𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗚𝗛𝗢𝗢𝗡 when you're putting on makeup; he absolutely loves sitting around and watching you doll up, or just see your fingers glide against your face like a creep. taking out his phone to click cute candids of you curling your hair, putting on ribbons and braids or record little videos of you putting on your lipgloss, zooming in on the applicator gliding against the plump of your lips, making it look shiny and so so kissable. he goes crazy.

"is it cherry? lemme give you a kiss, pretty,"

𝗞𝗜𝗠 𝗦𝗘𝗢𝗡𝗪𝗢𝗢 when you're laughing; the sound of your laughter, the little giggles and the big snorts, sunoo is in badshit love with everything. he lives to make you so happy you cannot think about anything but laughing your lungs out at something funny or giggling to hide the sweetness and shyness you feel at his words. to see your eyes light up, your smile turning into tiny sounds of excitement sunoo can never move on.

"the sound of your happiness is my favorite thing,"

𝗬𝗔𝗡𝗚 𝗝𝗨𝗡𝗚𝗪𝗢𝗡 when you're asleep; the vulnerability and softness your features hold when you are passed out makes him feel so giddy, jungwon just cannot stop staring at how cute and peaceful you look. the little snores you let out are his favorite thing in the world. your hair falling over your eyes and lips, breath dulcet and cozy. he loves tucking the strands away, grazing your cheeks and leaving fleeting kisses all over, pulling you closer to him.

"how do you look so pretty even when you're sleeping?"

𝗡𝗜𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗠𝗨𝗥𝗔 𝗥𝗜𝗞𝗜 when you're checking out your outfit; putting on different dresses and twirling around in front of the mirror (and him), stopping to check your reflection in store windows and mirrors, riki does not know or understand why he feels so insane in love watching you do all that but he knows he looks at you all gogo gaga when you do it. sitting on the bed and helping you decide which outfit you look better in while his mind is all fuzzy.

"you look like a princess, my pretty princess."

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[jennay]

Last Night

Part 1

Masterlist

Noah Sebastian x Reader

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You leaned against your kitchen counter, staring out the kitchen window, watching as the leaves continued to fall from each branch on this peaceful autumn morning. You sipped your coffee, letting the liquid warm your chest and stomach.

You landed in Oregon three years ago and were just now becoming accustomed to the weird weather changes. You'd be lying if you said you didn't miss the California sun but had to go; you couldn't stay there. No matter how often you tell yourself you can move to a different part of the state, your heart will never be happy knowing your past is that close.

Reflecting on things, they seemed like a mixed bag of sweet and sour. It's all about the could-haves and the lessons you learn the hard way, with a bunch of 'what ifs' buzzing in your head.

You remember being on your grandma's porch, flipping through those old photo albums. Those moments are frozen in time, safe behind that shiny plastic. Every time you look at those pictures, you get this pang of nostalgia, wishing you could return to those carefree, pure days. It's like this little ache in your heart that knows you can't rewind the clock; you could never go back.

"You know, you can't go back and change the past, but you've got the pen when it comes to your future. Take what you've learned, keep moving forward, and make the best of right now—that's fine," she told you. "You've got this; you're a smart cookie."

You exhale heavily, setting down your coffee mug with a clink. There's this hollow feeling in your gut, and man, you wish she was here to talk to. You could use a dose of her wisdom right about now. Life's not bad, honestly. You have a decent job and a cool apartment you share with your best bud. It's not like you've got significant stuff to gripe about. But there's this gap, you know? And deep down, you know it's about love. You've built these walls so high that no one's getting over them to hurt you again. No way.

So you've been playing the field, treating hearts like they're just another game. But it's not just a game anymore, is it? It started as a laugh, something you thought you could switch off whenever. But time's a sneaky thief; before you know it, you're looking at someone pretty damaged in the mirror.

And these games?

They've turned into habits, the kind of habits you don't shake off, the kind that people go to therapy for...the kind that your grandma warned you about.

The sound of vibration on the counter drags you from your thoughts, and you glance to the side, seeing your phone light up with Jolly's face plastered on the screen and the name Jolly Green Giant above it. You let out a small laugh every time he calls. The picture...the name. It's suitable for him.

You press the phone to your ear and tap the answer button, a reflexive smile spreading across your face. "Hey there, sunshine!" you greet with genuine warmth.

"Wow, you picked up!" Jolly's voice comes through, his accent coloring every word like an artist's brush on canvas.

"Caught me at a good time," you reply, leaning back against the kitchen counter. Your mind's eye paints a vivid picture of Jolly's familiar expressions. What's going on?" you inquire, keeping the tone light.

He takes a slight pause, the kind that signals something's coming. "So, we're here, in town, for that show tomorrow, remember? The one I've been talking about?" He sounds hopeful, as if willing to remember.

A nod, though he can't see it, and a whispered curse. "Shit. It slipped my mind."

He laughs, the sound teasing yet affectionate. "I should've bet on it, but hey, how about we make up for it? I'm free in an hour—how about you?"

A chuckle escapes you, the situation all too familiar. "Let me guess, time for our annual 'what's new and crazy' session?" You play along. "Just downed a coffee, but when have I ever said no to more caffeine?"

His laughter rings clear, a sound that's always been a prelude to good times. "Thought you'd say that. But let's switch it up and grab some lunch. I'm starving, and I bet you skipped breakfast again, didn't you?"

You laugh, "Yeah, I'm ready for lunch. Send me the address of where you want to meet."

"See you soon."

Your smile widens as you approach the restaurant, and you spot Jolly through the glass. He's engrossed in the menu, a picture of patience as he waits for you.

Anticipation bubbles within you, mixed with a flutter of nerves. You know it will be like old times, and he'll have many stories to tell you, but there won't be an awkward moment.

Pushing open the door, you walk over to the booth, his back to you. Stealthily, you slide up beside him, hovering until his gaze locks yours. His smile bursts, a warmth flooding his body—part of him had the sneaky suspicion you might duck out, but here you are.

He shuffles to make space, a silent invitation to join him. Then, in a move as natural as breathing, he pulls you into a bear hug, his head cradled against yours. "You made it!" he exclaims, his voice a mix of joy and disbelief.

Your laughter combines with his, and the embrace feels warm and safe. "You thought I'd miss this? Not for the world," you assure him, the ease of your friendship wrapping around you like the coziest blanket. "You look amazing." As you pull away and observe him, you say, "How do you never age?"

He shrugs you off and slides a menu in front of you.

"I think you're blind."

You laugh giggling as you order your food. You stand up. "I need to pee."

"Thank you for that." Jolly teases.

The fluorescent lights flicker overhead as you leave the bathroom, casting a sterile glow on the floor. The bathroom was supposed to be a brief escape from the diner's noise, a momentary pause from the laughter and clinking dishes.

But now, as you walk back to your seat, your heart clenches. He is bathed in the cold blue light of his phone screen, his face illuminated by a FaceTime call.

And then, the voice on the other end of the line—a voice you recognize all too well—cuts through.

His laughter dances in the air, a cruel melody that grates against your raw nerves.

"Who are you with?" The words hang in the air like a blade, slicing through the fragile bubble of denial you've carefully constructed.

You sit down, and your legs are suddenly weak.

Jolly turns the phone toward you, and there it is—the face you've been avoiding, the face that haunts your dreams. Noah. His eyes, once warm and familiar, now hold a storm of emotions: regret, longing, and something darker, something you can't quite name.

Your eyes blur with unshed tears. Why does it hurt so much? You thought you'd moved on, stitched up the wounds he left behind. But seeing him again, hearing his voice—it's as if the scars have split open, bleeding again.

"Fuck," you whisper, the word a prayer and a curse.

Jolly's oblivious, still laughing, unaware of the raging within you. You tear your gaze away from the screen, focusing on the flickering candle at your table.

You won't let this unravel you, not today. Not when you've worked so hard to rebuild the fragile scaffolding of your heart.

You stand up, pushing your chair in with a force that startles the people near by. The room blurs around you as you make your way to the exit. Memories flood your mind—the stolen kisses, the whispered promises, the nights tangled in each other's arms. But alongside the sweetness, there's bitterness—the lies, the betrayal, the shattered trust.

And Jolly, your supposed friend, the one who knew your pain intimately, who witnessed your tears and held your hand through sleepless nights—why would he put you in this position? Why would he expose you to the hurricane of Noah's presence?

Outside, the air is cool against your flushed cheeks. You take a deep breath, tasting salt and regret. The sky above seem distant, indifferent. You wrap your arms around yourself, a feeble attempt to hold the pieces together. But the ache remains a phantom limb that refuses to fade.

You walk away, leaving behind laughter and Facetime calls, leaving behind Jolly and Noah. The door closes softly behind you, muffling the sounds of the music and chatter. And as you step into the gloomy cold air, you wonder if healing is a myth, if love is a beautiful lie, and if betrayal is the only truth that matters.

[the-s1lly-corner]

I very much loved what you wrote for my ask makes me happy in my tummy.

Here's another ask hope it's not a lot for you how about a reader who's looks like those circus carousel horses, Being all pretty and sparkly with the TADC crew or just caine if you want light work!

♡Sleep well♡

U(•ㅅ•)U

TADC cast x reader who is a carousel horse!

that post sillyness (meltdown) slump is really hitting, but i feel bad for not answering requests yesterday... think i might answer one or two today, and perhaps write some stuff for myself in between doing the stuff i need to get done today apolocheese if this is a little shorter than usual </3 admin is still a lil WAAAAAAA and theyre on a time crunch (writing on computer today, but it needs to restart soon for an update)

CAINE:

oh i just know hes going to be going crazy over this, its not often that you get circus themed members around in the digital circus, so hes so hyped to have someone who can at least somewhat fit into that (admin must admit, they know next to nothing about carousels). probably makes themed IHA based around you and your whole thing; whatever that might mean... if youre shiny and/or reflective i just know hes going to pretend to check himself out in your reflections, does it usually to get a laugh out of you if youre having a bad day. gives you loads of new accessories and such

POMNI:

very shiny very pretty. i think pomni would like shiny things, but that might be self projection. kind of looks at you with that huge eyed look she got when she saw her door and/or her reflection in the pilot. looks but doesnt touch because she doesnt want to breach any boundaries. you can easily carry her, probably. shes tiny... though you will have to ask her and warn her before you just decide to pick her up since i dont think she would be cool with you just treating her like some house cat (snorts). subconsciously messes with your hair/mane when you two are hugging/snuggling each other

RAGATHA:

makes her own accessories to give to you. she thinks youre really pretty! very well crafted stuff, me thinks. offers to do your hair and tail (if you have one) every now and then! perhaps even offers to polish you up in hard to reach spots such as your back! generally very nice and lets you know that she thinks youre pretty... bonus if you have some sort of music ambience that plays around you most of the time that tends to reflect your mood, she ends up using that as a little indicator of how youre feeling.... perhaps you two slow dance together to one of your songs.... ponders

JAX:

originally i was going to say he jokes about wanting to ride you but then i realized how that sounded and i am not about that life (i say as i still put it in the post because it aint that serious) but you know, because youre a horse? but also while i was writing caines part, i mention that he checks his reflection if youre... well reflective... i feel like jax would do the same thing, but be more obnoxious about it... like im talking hes fully leaning into it, cleaning the gaps in between his teeth, slicking his ears back. the works, you know? probably snags your ribbons and such every now and then so youre forced to talk to him, he thinks its funny even if its kind of a dick move, but its.. jax, are we really surprised?

KINGER:

similar to pomni i can kind of see kinger also liking shiny stuff but i think this time its just the admin self projecting. probably collects little trinkets he finds that remind him of you and gifts them to you. pretty combs, ribbons, rocks, ect. i think its sweet, basically saying "hey, i thought about you!" you know? sometimes you let him stroke your hair when hes stressed out, works like a charm. revisiting the musical ambience idea, you tend to play the general music that plays during carousel rides, but every now and then it turns into a softer and calmer tune, and that does wonders for kinger after a long and hard day... shrugs

ZOOBLE:

as mean as it sounds you are kind of the opposite of the things like find interest in, since admin hcs that zooble is into the macabre and spooky, you know? but thats not to say that they dont like you! quite the contrary, actually! they have an understanding that you didnt choose this body.. thinks... ooo imagine how funny it would be if youre this really pretty horse with pretty music but you share the same interests as them... i dont now i always liked that trope. cute/innocent character being into scary stuff, intimidating/unconventionally cute character being into sweet and cute stuff.. thinks... sometimes helps you style yourself if youre interested in a new look

GANGLE:

also thinks youre very pretty! probably has made drawings of you and gifted them to you! sometimes redoes the ribbons you wear in your hair and as accessories. very good at making bows and such! might even sometimes help you with your makeup, if you wear any + if its able to be taken off... since, you know... digital bodies and stuff... hmm.. not many thoughts for gangle, at least not any unique ones that havent been said already in general/in this post... apologies gangle nation admin just struggles to write her

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Yo I love your work! It’s wicked and awesome!

Can I request Fem! Reader who had a tattoo on her both arms the black and white wolves. She summon the wolves while she in arena and they are powerful. The tattoo on her arms are history because they were sealed by Zeus who put them into the ancient box million age ago. He thought they were dangerous causing chaos but the wolves are not, they friendly who save people’s lives. Zeus mistaken them before he died in his match after Y/n tell the truth about the wolves to the gods. Y/n was a traveler but found the box that the wolves are seal in the cave. When she open it the wolves chose her as a vessel to be free. When the wolves explain everything to her, she mad. So Brunhilde chose her and let her fight Zeus so the wolves will have their revenge.

-You had been a world traveler, backpacking all over the world, exploring ruins, visiting some of the craziest places in the world, eating all sorts of new things, and just having fun.

-You had fallen in a cave you were exploring, tripping over a rock and it sent you down a slight incline in a tumble. You weren’t seriously hurt in the fall, just dirty and a bit scratched and a bit dizzy.

-When you sat up you saw a large stone slab with what looked to be a metal box on top of it, making your eyes instantly sparkle.

-It wasn’t the first time you had found artifacts, and you were always ecstatic to find something of history; you quickly went to the box, finding it simple in design, black in color, but made of a shiny metal, you could see your reflection in it.

-You hesitated for only a moment before you touched it, opening the lid, finding it empty.

-You pouted, hands on your hips, disappointed there was nothing there before the sound of wolves howling reverberated all around you.

-You looked around for the wolves, finding nothing and you turned back to the box, seeing a black and white mist emerging from it before it shot out towards you, flying past you.

-You fell on your rear, gasping in shock as the mist formed into two huge wolves, twice the size of other wolves you’ve seen around the world, one pure black with white eyes and one pure white with black eyes.

-You were panicking only slightly, backpedaling into the stone slab but you paused as the two wolves looked like giant happy puppies, barking and running over to you, instantly licking your face and covering you with cuddles, making you squeal.

-You were confused about how the wolves were in that box and they surprised you by turning into mist again, swirling around your arms and instantly you had a pair of matching tattoos of the wolves on your arm, stretching from your wrists to your shoulders.

-You gawked, in awe as you looked at your wrists, “How did you guys do that?!”

-You learned from them, as they shared their memories with you, that they were mates, trapped and locked away over a millennia ago, by Zeus, who saw them as dangerous bringers of chaos.

-This wasn’t the case, these two wolves represented light and shadows, having been created when the world was first made, and they were protectors, taking down others who were deemed a danger to the lives of others.

-With your new friends, whom you gave the names Kuro and Yuki, meaning ‘black’ and ‘snow’ in Japanese, you continued your travels, taking them all around to show them how much the world had changed and in turn they showed you their memories, more of their past, and you got to learn that they were beings of magic and could use magic.

-When you died after being hit by an ice cream truck, the same one you had just gotten an ice cream cone from, you found yourself in Valhalla almost instantly.

-You had plenty of time to explore around, you had so much fun!!

-When Brunnhilde approached you, you had initially refused to be a fighter, “I don’t know how to fight!” but it wasn’t so much you that she wanted to fight, she wanted Yuki and Kuro, wanting to give them a chance of revenge against Zeus for locking them away, for misunderstanding them.

-Your partners instantly agreed and although nervous, you agreed to fight alongside them, with their promise to keep you safe easing your fears a bit.

-You looked very unassuming, a simple human wearing a black tank top with a pink ice cream cone on it, and Zeus thought it was hysterical that you were his opponent, not even knowing you.

-You felt your wolves’ rage well up inside of you as you glared, “But you know these two!” a black and white mist erupted from your arms and your partners appeared on either side of you, growling darkly at Zeus.

 -He was stunned to see them, and you were quickly on Yuki’s back after they both grew in size, holding onto her fur carefully as they both charged at Zeus who had to dodge, “How did a human find these two monsters?!”

-Your hands came to your hips, “They’re not monsters! They are protectors! Spirits of light and shadow! You’re the one who thought they were monsters!!”

-He was stunned to learn this, learning that he had misunderstood the two of them, not even giving them a chance to defend themselves, he just locked them up and forgot about them.

-The gods were stunned to meet two primordial spirits, ones that Zeus had locked away, and many commented and questioned if they hadn’t been locked up, would the world have been better?

-You had taken a couple of hard hits, getting thrown off Yuki, as Zeus realized you were the vessel that kept these two spirits bound to this plane, and if you were gone, they would disappear too.

-Kuro didn’t let him get close to you, biting his neck before throwing him away from you.

-As Zeus crumpled away, you being announced the winner, Yuki and Kuro sat and tilted their heads back, howling loudly, as if they were sending him off, forgiving him.

-Zeus smiled softly, closing his eyes and he faded away.

-While you were more than happy than to go to the medical facilities, your two wolves thought differently, you had to drag them there to get healed up, which was amusing to see, a small human trying to push two giant wolves to the medical facilities while they were sitting and laying down, trying to defy you, but it was nothing new for you, they did the same thing when you had to bathe them.

[write-feel-live-love]

Therapy Homework

My therapist recently decided to enlighten me that I've had depression for 6 years. I had done an amazing job hiding it with my anxiety disorder, but now that that particular disorder is being handled, depression has reared it's head. Yay.

We've been discussing it in my sessions and she decided to give me some homework (I'm a school nerd. I love homework. Actual yay!)

I have to rewrite the ending of Inside Out, but from MY emotions perspective. In my therapist's words: "How SHOULD the movie have ended from your perspective?"

So here goes....

"Guys... we can't make Riley feel....anything."

Anger, Disgust, and Fear stood frozen in sheer terror at what they had done. With Joy and Sadness out of the picture, they had ruined Riley. She stared out the bus window not even seeing her own reflection. Empty. Feeling nothing. Thinking nothing. Just running. Running from the life she had in San Francisco and hopefully Home, to where she was happy. She had friends there, her family was happiest there, her whole life was there. It was stupid to move out here anyway. It was time to go home.

But would anything really change? Mom and Dad would still be Mom and Dad. Her best friend would still have a new best friend. Where would that leave her?

Where does that leave her now?

"Stop the bus! I want to get off!" Thank the heavens Joy and Sadness were able to reverse the damage. But there was still a problem. Sadness has been put in a box. Riley had no idea what this emotion was, or how to handle it. She'd been sad before, but this.... This was different. This sadness demanded time. Time Riley didn't want to take. Time that her Mom and Dad didn't want to take.

"You're always our sweet, happy girl. Thank you Riley."

That's what Mom had said that night. When they were sad, or stressed, they depended on her. She couldn't let Sadness hurt her family. That wasn't her role to play. Her role was to keep every one happy. And happiness brings happiness. Right?

She walked into her home, and her parents nearly tackled her to the floor. And as their love sunk in, Sadness looked at her yellow friend. With a small, sad nod from Joy, Sadness approached the console.

Shiny tears welled in Riley's eyes. The battle was lost, and Joy had let go of control. She silently begged for Anger to take control, Disgust, even Fear! But they knew this was one emotion she had to learn to cope with. They all took an agonizing step backwards away from the console and watched Riley start to cry in her parents' arms.

She explained what had happened. How she missed home. How she thought going home would fix it. She explained that the years of being the "happy one" had finally taken its toll. As she let her dark truths pour out, something started to happen. Sadness glanced back at Joy, and rushed to her new found friend.

Joy had started to go dim. Against all rational thought, Joy was burning out. She'd been going so strong, for so long, that she was burning out. They all managed to wrangle her into her room to let her rest, and all of the manuals said she would be fine. Joy cannot permanently burn out, but she could fade for longer if she didn't rest.

Even Joy couldn't find the bright spot in this situation.....and neither could Riley.

Her parents did what they could, adjusted expectations, took her to get help, but Joy wasn't getting any better.

Sadness, however, was almost happy. She finally got to meet Riley. She got to really understand her and bond with her in a way she never could with Joy around. And while sometimes things went a little too far, Fear was always there to step in to stop Riley from going too deep into Sadness.

This went on for some time. Occasionally, Joy thought she was improving and would come out to the console, but it never lasted long. Her light would dim, and she'd have to go back to bed.

Anger, Disgust, and Fear all took turns helping Sadness so there weren't even more emotions out of commission, but that didn't always end well either.

Riley was stuck. And so was Joy.

And that's a wrap for tonight. I'm gonna go cuddle up with some nonfiction to shake that off. Happiness Project, here I come!

Goodnight void.

[falconcoast]

thin ice | childe x reader | epilogue.

epilogue. skating on

masterlist. 

a year after your engagement, it’s official: you and childe are married. in your first interview from getting back from your honeymoon in fontaine, you and your newly married husband answer some of your fans’ questions together.

a/n: welcome to the actual end of thin ice. first, i’d like to give my thanks. thank you to everyone who sent in a question. thank you for those who left the sweetest reblogs and comments on every chapter :) thank you to everyone who read this as it was posted or on a late night binge. i am so happy to present you the finale of thin ice.  

warnings; none 

the studio had a simple white backdrop the color of ice, which stood in contrast to the vibrant red color of the couch you sat on. various lights beamed down, capturing only your best angles. you brushed down some lint off of your leggings, hands running up and down the black fabric.

in the light, your engagement ring and wedding band caught the light in a dazzling glimmer. the golden metal went nicely with your skin tone, and the diamond was so shiny that it could reflect your face. admiring it, you turned to face your new husband. his gaze was already on yours, affectionately looking at you already. silently, your hand slid towards his to hold. letting out a soft laugh, he kissed your cheek as the camera blinked on.

“three, two, one, action!” the director called as he snapped the clapboard.

“hi, i’m two-time gold medalist in hockey, four-time collegiate champion, former rookie of the year, current national association’s most outstanding player of the year, three-time national cup winner, number 11, forward, and captain of the fatui harbingers, and most importantly, husband to the lovely y/n l/n, tartaglia, aka childe,” your new husband announced, holding up your hand with your wedding band for emphasis.

facepalming, you sighed and looked at the camera. “hi, i’m three-time gold medalist, three-time and defending national and world champion in ice skating, two-time international crown trophy winner, the association’s most outstanding skater of the year, diamond-ranked skater, and of course, spouse to childe,” you smiled slightly, offering a short wave. “and today, we’re answering questions that our fans have sent in today.”

looking at the director, he began with a question that you’d heard at least a million times since you’d been with childe. “how did you two meet?”

“oh, everyone just loves hearing this story, don’t they?” childe laughed. “well, we didn’t officially meet until senior year, but we had known about one another before then.”

“childe is a very messy person--” you started before getting abruptly cut off.

“hey!”

“anyways, since the beginning of freshman year at teyvat university, i reserved the rink late at night; maybe nine or ten o’clock. childe had the rink right beforehand. he always left out the nets, and i would death-stare him. those things are at least twenty pounds each and i was less than pleased to have to pick up after him.”

“we officially met early in our senior year,” he added. “it turns out that they had taught my baby brother, teucer, how to skate. that is, as we all know, my job as his older brother.”

“maybe you should’ve been faster about it,” you shrugged.

scowling, he continued. “i was pissed off at them. and then, the next day, coach zhongli managed to get them as our manager. the rest is history. we were enemies, then friends, then lovers. we really took our sweet time getting together, considering we were in close proximity for nearly forty hours a week.”

“so, what was your first date like?”

you laughed, pressing your lips into a smile. “it was, unlike what most people assume, not an ice skating date. actually, for the first three months of our relationship, we were long distance over the summer. we already had commitments by the time we figured out we were in love with one another, and couldn’t get around them.”

“so, we had a dinner date together, over the phone,” childe grinned, holding your hand.

“he mauled the fish that night. glad i wasn’t there.”

“i did not maul that fish.”

another question was prompted for the both of you. “you both are decorated skaters with a combined merit total of over 100 trophies, championship wins, medals, and ribbons. who would you consider the better skater?”

“me, obviously!” you both exclaimed. rolling your eyes at one another, you crossed your arms.

“we had this problem when we first met. we had coach zhongli from the university test how fast we could skate, only to tie.”

“i definitely beat them,” childe piped up. “and besides, i’ve won more national titles than you.”

“ah-ah, i still have more international titles than you!”

“yeah, well, hockey isn’t really an international sport!”

“so…” interrupted the director. “tied?”

sighing, you looked at one another. “sure,” you hesitantly said, side-eyeing your husband. “we’re tied.”

“next question: you were married recently and just came back from your honeymoon. how was it?”

“it was an intimate wedding, i would say,” he smiled. “we were married in the mondstadt countryside over the summer. a few family, friends, and our hockey team came together. my younger brother and sister were the ring bearer and the flower girl. it was really nice.”

“yes, it was quite nice for the first two hours,” you rolled your eyes with an affectionate smile. “until childe did a keg stand. he latched onto me like a baby for the rest of the night!”

“hey, i had to defend my title as keg stand king and i did exactly that. what is it to you?!”

“and your honeymoon?”

“we went to fontaine for a week. they have some really great food. we spent a lot of time just walking around the outskirts of the city, taking pictures of birds, going to a couple of bookstores and bistros, watching the knights obliterate the local hockey team…it was wonderful,” you smiled, holding onto your husband’s arm.

“moving on, what’s your sense of style?”

perking up, you tilted your head. “huh, never really thought about it!” you remarked. “i guess i usually go for something simple. a sweatshirt, maybe jeans if i’m feeling it. nothing too special.”

“same over here. i like my sweatshirts and plain pants. i don’t usually get fancy unless i have to be.”

“next question, do you have any interesting hobbies?”

“oh, easy,” you started, looking at your husband. “childe really likes looking after plants. in snezhnaya, there’s a very short spring and summer, meaning there’s not much time to grow anything, if at all. but in mondstadt, we have all four seasons. so, childe really likes looking after our plants. quite fond of basil right now.”

“it goes on everything,” he shrugged. “as for y/n, we bought another house out in mondstadt on cider lake. and they really, really, love skipping rocks on the lake. one time, when the sun came up, they were already out there throwing rocks. they also broke one of our windows because of it.”

“not my fault, you scared the living daylights out of me!”

the director cued another question. “what do you love most about one another?”

“awww, this one is so sweet,” childe replied, smile on his face. “i love that y/n is stubborn. they have this internal motivation that drives them to keep going. whether it’s skating, or getting a recipe right, or loving me, they don’t give up. ever. it’s a rare, beautiful trait to find in a person. and it just so happens that my love has it.”

covering your face, you groaned. “ugh, i hate that you make me feel like a puddle with a few words,” you muttered with a soft smile and heated cheeks. sitting up straighter, you looked your husband in the eyes. “well, i think childe’s impulsiveness is what i love about him most. i like to play things safe, i like routine, and i like things as they are. but childe just loves throwing a wrench in our plans, and it makes things interesting. sometimes, it’s taking a different way home after getting the groceries. sometimes, it’s landing dinner reservations in a different part of town. either way, it somehow balances us both out.”

“alright, last question. where do you go from here?”

stilling, you and childe did a double-take with one another before bursting out into a fit of giggles. “if you want me to be honest, we don’t really know. life is good as it is right now,” childe answered, running a hand through his hair. “we’ve got a great career, comfortable houses, loving spouses…i don’t know if i could ask for anything more.”

“same here. i don’t know either. i’ve been blessed with an amazing life,” you hummed. “but, whatever happens, whatever comes next, i’m happy to have childe by my side.”

as you kissed him on the cheek, you squeezed your hands together a little tighter. it was true, even before you had your rings on your fingers. both of you would be side-by-side for the rest of your lives.

and personally? you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“that’s a wrap, folks,” the director said, smiling. “y/n, childe, feel free to leave whenever you’re ready.”

“hey, childe?” you asked softly as he pulled you up from the red couch.

“yeah, y/n?”

“i love you,” you said earnestly, holding both of his hands.

“and you were complaining about me being sappy just a few minutes ago,” he said, rolling his eyes before pecking you on the lips. “i love you, too.”

you paused for a moment when he wrapped his arm around your waist, looking out the door. what you had said in the interview was true; you really didn’t know where you would go from here.

“hellooo? y/n?” childe said, snapping you out of your daze. perking up, you looked at him. “are you ready to go? i was thinking about having dinner somewhere in the city. what do you think? maybe some boba afterwards?”

but, more than anything in your eternally hectic life, childe would be right next to you. glancing at your rings, you made your grip firm.

grinning at him, you nodded. “as long as you’re with me, i’m always ready. i don’t mind where we go, as long as we end up together.”

he laughed, with a knowing smile.

“so...yes to getting boba?” 

rolling your eyes, you smiled as you walked out the door with your husband. 

fin. 

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[writer-komaru]

Okay Okay but like- dies from sweetest overload

(I’m simping so fucking hard TvT eheh-) (female reader hinted btw, barely tho.)

Mikaaaaaaannnn!~

•~Now playing ~ Sappho~•

Mikan would be the sweetest girlfriend <3

She’s the kind of girlfriend to give you random small presents just because she wanted to. :)

Such a sweetie pie, she blushes form the smallest things, I.e. a nickname you give her, a hug, a compliment, etc!~

(And also, this way just be my oppinion, but I really think that Mikan [not despair Mikan] would truly be a sweetheart, no dark intentions or anything like that in her mind. She may fall in revealing positions and such but she truly doesn’t mean to! It’s all an accident! Many think that she has a secret kinky side, too, but at for me I just think she’s full of fluff. But how’s lot the time for smut talk! Time for more fluff)

She gets very nervous when it comes to physical affection though because of all she went through. So please, take it slow with her. Thoughhhhhh….. and you didn’t hear it from me…. But a small, faint kiss to the tip of her nose is enough to make her heart burst!~

She will get so blushy and anxious, but will feel very greatful and happy as well. She’s glad she met someone like you. Your so important to herrrr~

Go on some dates together! Not just outdoorsy dates but at home ones, too! Like movies, games, etc! She will cherish every second you two spend together.

And I can’t say this enough, she is so easy to make blush! The touch of your thigh accidentally against hers, your hands touching as you both go to grab a piece of popcorn, and heaven forbid, prolonged eye contact. It all makes her pale face turn bright pink!

Sometimes at night she will get nightmares, so staying up a bit late to text you becomes routine! You both with exchange sweet remarks (mostly you, though!) and silly jokes. She will giggle lightly to herself, her lovesick eyes glued to her phone.

And don’t get me started on before you started dating! Every time she saw you she would freeze, so nervous to even step into the classroom. You looked so happy chatting to you other classmates, you morning light reflecting off of your eyes made you look even more angelic then normal.

“Hmm? Tsumiki? Why are you so stiff? Need a massage?!”

Ibuki’s energetic voice snapped her back into reality. She let out a sudden mouse like shriek, falling forward and onto her face, luckily she put her arms out to land on her forearms. But… this gave Ibuki a full view of her… delicates.

“Woah!!! You have the cutest panties, Tsumiki! Can I try them on?!”

“Eeeeee!!!! I’m s-s-so sorry, Mioda!!! P-please…. Please f-f-forgive meeeee!!!”

Anyways, on the luckier side, she sat right next to you! When Chisa would be turned around, sometimes her eyes would wander off and into yours. They were so enchanting… it was so hard to pull them away when Chisa turned back around.

And, for the sake of love, her pen accidentally fell on the ground, she would begin to reach down to grab it, just to be cut off by…

“Oh! Don’t worry, I got it!”

You bent down to grab her pen, handing it back to her with a smile. Your smile… it was so bright, so shiny, she almost thought she would go blind. With a quivering hand she accepted her pen back, her eyes still stuck to you~

And after class, when you were eating outside, you thought about how cute she was. Such a sweet voice and personality…. It was inevitable that you fell for her. And there she was, sitting alone, right by a bed of pink and purple flowers. You decided to get up to approach her with a smile and a wave. She froze once again as she heard you approach.

“Hey, why are you sitting all alone? Need some company?”

“U-u-um! Y-you don’t… d-don’t have t-t-to…”

“Is it okay if I want to?”

“T-t-then you.. you c-can…”

“Thank you!!!”

She looked down at her lunch, biting her lip. She was so nervous, so scared, but the feeling of you next to her just…. Felt right. She could never describe it.

Your eyes locked onto a light pink flower with a tiny bit of purple around the center, and reached for it.

“Look at how pretty this is, Tsumiki.”

She nodded. It was a very pretty flower.

But, she felt like time froze when your hand approached hers. She honestly expected you to hit her or something like that, but no. You placed the flower behind her ear.

“There! It looks even prettier when you wear it!”

She was at a loss for words, her fingertips brushing the petals lightly. You were so nice and sweet to her, like a guardian Angel reaching out to her. Your warm smile…. It was all too much for this poor girl. She couldn’t help the tears that pricked at her already puffy eyes. They dripped down her cheeks which stretched into a small smile. She looked at you with love, pure, pure, love.

“T-th…. Thank you.”

[themculibrary]

Post-FATWS Masterlist

A thing with feathers (ao3) - Em_Jaye bucky/sarah M, 48k

Summary: “What if you had someone else to help you run the boat?” he asks finally.

Sam laughs and looks at him sideways. “What? Like you?”

Bucky shrugs like it just occurred to him. Maybe it did. But it feels good. It feels like the kind of decision that’s just his. Not shiny around the edges, letting him know it was grown in someone else’s mind before being dropped into his. “Why not?”

“Why not?” Sam repeats. “Because you don’t know shit about fishing.”

“Well, from the sounds of it, neither do you.”

A Three Part Plan (ao3) - GrannyUnicorn T, 12k

Summary: Bucky was bored.

He’d been staying in Delacroix for nearly a month now that not much was happening since the flag smasher business. Turned out Sam was actually serious about that ‘long vacation’ thing, though the ‘separate’ part seemed to have slipped his mind. Which was fine. This was nice. In the beginning. But Bucky wasn’t used to sitting still, so after one and a half day of sleeping, reading, and looking out over the docks, he had started to get restless, latching onto any opportunity to distract himself.

And then John Walker mysteriously shows up on a boat and asks for his help. This can't go wrong, right?

(I mean, you've seen the tags and the answer is: yes it can)

A Visit From A Friend (ao3) - NovemberMurray G, 2k

Summary: Ayo visits Bucky in New York to deliver a message, a package, and-- most importantly-- an apology. She wasn't expecting him to have company when she knocked on his door, but it proves entertaining.

Beads On A String (ao3) - Sholio T, 14k

Summary: When Wakanda pulls Zemo out of the Raft and sends him on a mission, Ayo is tasked with being his handler. But there is more to it than either of them knows.

becoming a resident of the wilson household (ao3) - orphan_account sam/bucky T, 2k

Summary: Sam wiped his forehead after they set down the box on the floor; it was already hot outside, and moving boxes in and out didn’t help. “Wait a minute, you’re a super soldier with a metal arm. Can’t you carry all this yourself?”

“Technically yes, but that doesn’t mean that your help doesn’t make it easier.”

“You’re lucky I like you.”

“I’d hope so, since we’re sharing a room now.”

-

months after the events of tfatws, boyfriends sam and bucky are officially moving in together.

Captains and Crawfish (ao3) - StarlightDreamer21 G, 1k

Summary:

After the events of The Falcon and The Winter Soldier, everyone needs some downtime. Sam decides that a true New Orleans crawfish boil is called for.

~

An introspective look into the mind of Sam Wilson and his many friendships.

Electric Love (ao3) - pouringinsheet sam/bucky T, 1k

Summary: “Listen, Shuri, you know I love the wings, right?”

“The wings that make most major publications refer to you as the Angel of America?” Now she just sounded smug. Sam rolled his eyes at the nickname.

“Is there anything else you maybe should have told me about them?”

When Sam realizes that his wings low-key read his mind, he starts reflecting on things. If this had slipped by his attention for so long, what else had changed while Sam wasn’t looking? One of those changes might be how he looks at Bucky. Another might be how Bucky looks at him.

everybody talks (ao3) - SuburbanSun sam/bucky G, 1k

Summary: As Sam spends a Saturday running errands across town, he starts to get the sense that his neighbors—and maybe even his sister—know something about his relationship with Bucky that he doesn't.

golden light lies ahead (it's just around the bend) (ao3) - sunflowergolden sam/bucky G, 2k

Summary: “What the hell is wrong with you?!” Sam wasn’t sure what his face looked like, but he was willing to bet he didn’t look very happy.

Bucky just looked at Sam and raised his eyebrows, just a little bit. “Many things, Samuel, you know this. I’m afraid you’re going to have to be a little more specific.”

or, the one where Sam and Bucky haven't spoken in weeks and Bucky suddenly turns up at the cookout. Sam is finding it very hard to be mad.

Joining a Family You're Already Part Of (ao3) - r_n_g_are_dead bucky/sarah T, 7k

Summary: Bucky never really thought he’d ever get married. He also never thought he’d be part of a family again. Plans change, though. Post-TFATWS Bucky/Sarah, but mostly Bucky & Sam being bros.

One Last Name (ao3) - MiraculouslyTrashy G, 3k

Summary: “But I am no longer The Winter Soldier, I’m James Bucky Barnes, and you’re part of my efforts to make amends” he recites for the last time. So why doesn't he feel the relief he was hoping for?

“What does that mean?” Morgan’s nose scrunches, turning to him now, “What’s ‘amends’?”

(In which Bucky has one last name in his notebook: Tony Stark)

Power Broker Is Watching (ao3) - a_boy_and_his_dog T, 27k

Summary: “What the hell? You guys took forever,” a voice said from somewhere in front of a blindfolded Sam as the men holding him forced him to a stop. “We’re kind of on a schedule here, it’d be nice if you followed it. Let’s go.”

He was once again shoved forward, this time being led down a staircase. Sam almost tripped down the first one, but one of the hands gripping him kept him on his feet. Fifteen steps, Sam counted. Fifteen steps down into… wherever he was.

Someone groaned as he was brought forward, and the voice from before said, “You can shut it.”

“Hmph, and you… you can fuck off."

Yeah, Sam was pretty sure that was Bucky.

the rain never came (ao3) - last_honey minor sam/bucky T, 1k

Summary: Against her better judgement, Yelena meets with James. The conversation doesn't go how she wants it to.

The Same River, Twice (The Man Is Still Left with His Hands) (ao3) - amoneth, dorian_burberrycanary steve/bucky G, 4k

Summary: Steve had meant to stay forever and didn’t last a year. He meant to return right back to when he left, but that doesn’t work out the way he planned either.

Turns out a lot can happen in nine months.

—

Steve didn’t need his first month back to make him aware of just how many degrees forgiveness comes in, but some lessons feel new each time. Getting a text from Sam asking him to Delacroix for the weekend feels like one tick closer and Steve’ll take it.

He’s texting back when Sam adds, Bucky will be there.

And Steve? Steve’ll take that, too.

A post-The Falcon and The Winter Soldier Stucky Endgame fix-it where a lot needs fixing.

the wires for empathy (ao3) - napricot sam/bucky T, 90k

Summary: “I feel like literally, actually saving the world has given you unrealistic expectations. Most folks don’t need you to save the entire world on the regular, Sam," said Sarah.

“I hear you,” said Sam, rueful. He sighed and tipped his head back, pressing the heels of his hands against his eyes. “But I still kind of feel like I have to save the entire world, if I’m carrying this shield.”

“Sam,” said Bucky, and Sam lowered his hands and opened his eyes to look at him, only to find himself the subject of Bucky’s staring problem yet again. “Let’s just go out there. See who we can help, how."

Taking on the Captain America mantle is all well and good, but unfortunately, it quickly becomes pretty obvious to Sam that carrying the shield doesn't guarantee a paying gig as a superhero—at least, not any kind of job that fits with the kind of Cap Sam wants to be. But when it comes down to it, all Sam wants to do is use the shield to help people, so paying gig or not, he and Bucky set out on the road to do just that, and to figure out what kind of superheroes they want to be. Slowly but surely, they figure out just what kind of partners they want to be too. (Hint: it is not 'just a couple of guys.')

Trouble Man (ao3) - s_solo sam/bucky M, 34k

Summary: Sam’s in love. Bucky’s in denial. The Power Broker’s on the loose. What could go wrong?

unsung melody (ao3) - ace_oroes N/R, 2k

Summary: "What’s up?”

Bucky’s shoulder lifts in a shrug. “Just thinking.”

“Really? It’s gonna be that kind of night?” Sam teases, partly to give Bucky a hard time and partly to take his mind off the unpleasant sensation of mud seeping into the creases of his body.

Bucky doesn’t reply right away. Sam can almost guarantee he’s making some sort of face, because what else would an appropriate response from a one-hundred-and-six-year-old supersoldier?

“Just appreciating the irony,” Bucky says, like that clears things up. He correctly interprets Sam’s silence as confusion and adds, “Eighty years and halfway around the world and here I am on my ass in the mud. Again.”

During a stakeout some ten thousand miles away from Delacroix, Bucky remembers, Sam has plenty of thoughts of his own, and they maybe even learn a thing or two... and everything ends up okay for once.

Where The Heart Is (ao3) - The_Buzz sam/bucky T, 8k

Summary: When Bucky is made to believe he's the Winter Soldier again, Sam has to find a way to bring him home.

Winters Return (ao3) - TinyTiredWriter sam/bucky T, 4k

Summary: “It means he’s still in there.”

Those words haven’t left Sam’s head since Bucky said them in the backyard throwing the shield around. It’s been some months since then, a lot has changed since they’ve had that heart-to-heart.

~ ~ ~

Basically, Sam and Torres get captured, Bucky turns into the Winter Soldier to rescue them.

You Were A Gun (ao3) - qodarkness G, 2k

Summary: “All I can tell you is how he was different from Steve.”

After everything is over, Bucky and Dr Raynor have a conversation by the riverside.

[sleepingdeath-light]

Oyster Cookie x Reader: The World is your Oyster

Note: to PJ Simp and Death, there's a callback somewhere in this peace. Can you find it?

It was Christmas morning, and the sunlight was piercing through the beautiful glass windows of House Oyster. In one of the upstairs rooms laid Oyster Cookie and her partner, (Y/N) Cookie.

Oyster Cookie was the first to stir, giving her partner light kisses along their shoulders and collarbone.

"Morning, Oyster Cookie." her partner grumbled.

"Good morning, darling. Merry Christmas. How did you sleep?"

"I slept good, what about you?"

"I slept good as well. Usually I get my much needed rest, however around the holidays things here are usually very tedious and stressful. I am happy to have still gotten my much needed rest."

Oyster soon got up from her side of the bed and headed in the direction to the bathroom.

She turned around and smiled.

"Aren't you coming to take a bath with me, hm? Just because a holiday is happening doesn't mean I have to change routine."

"Yes of course, I'll be there in a few."

"Darling!" Oyster Cookie called, "Where are you?"

"I'm right here!" (Y/N) Cookie responded, "Sorry for worrying you, I was simply.. In the closet."

"Doing... What exactly? You're already dressed for the Christmas feast this evening."

"Nothing in particular."

"Then, do tell me darling, what is behind your back?"

(Y/N) Cookie started sweating. "It's.. Uh."

"Darling, you don't need to hide something from me. Let me see."

"I found this rare pearl the other day. I didn't know whether you'd like it, but I still got it. I fought tooth and nail to get this special pearl. It's one of the rarest pearls on Earthbread."

The pearl (Y/N) Cookie gave was nearly 1/4 of a pound. It was beautifully blue and shiny, Oyster Cookie could even admire her own reflection in it.

"I can see why. This pearl is absolutely stunning. It's smooth, shiny, and the color itself is rare. Do not worry, this pearl shall be kept secured and polished. Thank you darling, I love it."

(Y/N) Cookie smiled.

"Guard, bring out the gift I have for (Y/N) Cookie, and place this pearl on my bedside table." Oyster Cookie ordered.

"Right away madam." the guard replied.

Soon, the guard came out with a large box. A box fit enough to fit a coat or any large article of clothing. Oyster Cookie handed over the box politely. (Y/N) Cookie held the box like it was fragile.

"Well don't be shy, open it!"

Inside the box was a drape, similar to Oyster Cookie's, except it was more black, with a few traces of gold, grey and white. It was honestly beautiful.

"My ancestor had one of these commissioned for their spouse. It was a symbol of commitment, honor, and love for our House. Over time, it became a tradition for each Cookie who was romantically involved with a member of House Oyster to receive one. I figured it was time for you to receive yours, considering that we have been together for a while."

(Y/N) Cookie was stunned.

"I don't know what to say. This is an honor, thank you Oyster Cookie."

"You are most certainly welcome, my darling. I had it commissioned by the greatest artisans here in the Republic. It is meant to be worn around the shoulders, just like my ancestor wore their... Shirt? Coat? I think it was the coat if I recall. It even has the symbol of House Oyster on the back."

"What was your ancestor even like?"

"Hm. Letters from their spouse that was found concluded that they were rather... Passive.. for a more appropriate word."

"Passive?"

"Yes... Passive. Though to be fair, they did save House Oyster from collapsing under debt so, they're not that that bad. I'm still grateful for their efforts. Now, isn't it time that we head out to the party?"

"I am ready when you are, sweetheart."

Dating the matriarch of House Oyster is certainly an experience. Although she was more on the older side, considering her position as an Elder on the Council, there have been a few onlookers making very.. Unwarranted comments. Oyster Cookie, known for her elegance and class, would always make a smart comeback to these harsh comments. She would say enough to get her point across and for the perpetrator to mind their business.

"Oyster Cookie," stated Canelé Cookie, "Isn't your partner a bit... Crispier?"

Oyster Cookie smiled. "Canelé Cookie. To show your face here at the annual Christmas party is, to say the least, quite appalling. I suggest you keep such trivial matters to yourself, and last time I checked, you was too busy acting with your instincts than with your head. I'd be careful with what I say, considering that you're currently on hold from your position as Elder."

- Reaction anon

Was the end a callback to the ‘reacting to another elder insulting her partner’ post from ages ago? Because that’s the only thing I can think of lol ^^

[snakkiez]

How would the DOAS guys react if the MC rejected them?

DOAS Guys get rejected by MC :(

Semi-long one, so under the break it goes~

Antonio: He would clear his throat, his eyes flashing with hurt before steeling over once again - to an expression you became intricately familiar with when you first came to the Ventola Estate. "Ah," would be all he could force out at first, and he would look to the floor as he cleared his throat. "Well then. I apologize for the misunderstanding -" He would begin to say your name, but correct himself, his voice wavering only slightly, "...Signora." He would bow his head to you slightly out of respect, "It won't happen again," he would add smoothly, his cold expression finally back to its usual state, and he would leave the room to mull over his thoughts.

Renzo: He would laugh at first, thinking you were just teasing him back as you usually do, but then the realization of what you truly mean would dawn on him and he would become unusually serious. "Oh! Ahaha... gotcha. My mistake." He would do everything he could to avoid looking you in the eyes, but you could swear you saw something shiny on his cheek before he turned away from you. .Not a moment later, he would exclaim "Anyways!" and become his usual joking self, changing the subject -- but you can tell his smile doesn't meet his eyes.

Leonardo: It would seem like his breath was caught in his throat as he carefully examined your features, notably your eyes and lips, as if he worried he would never see you again - as if you would disappear from his world. He would be internally begging to find any trace of doubt in your eyes, hoping to find even a sliver of the love he felt for you reflected back at him. When he doesn't find it, he would mutter one thing: "...Understood." With a small smile, he would turn to leave, and would make it a point to keep his distance from you so as to not make you uncomfortable.

Alessio: He would purse his lips and nod his head a bit, looking away from you as he reaches into his pocket, pulling out his cigarettes. As he leaned against the brick wall, he would light one and take a drag, blowing it away from you and into the open night air. "Ah, well...no worries. I understand, doll." He would give you a soft, dejected smile, but you could hear him mumble under his breath, "As long as whoever you choose makes you happy." From then on, you would notice he keeps his distance and makes things 100% professional, and he would start going out late nights again (something he had not done since you two had begun being close) and even Luca would seem to be going easier on him - though neither would let on why.

Angelo: He would nod and bite his lip regretfully, shoving his hands into his pockets. "Can I ask why?" His voice would be soft and wavering, but it wouldn't break. Should you choose to tell him, he would abide by what you say but work on fixing those things about himself to try again later. If you don't, he would "resign himself to his fate" and assume there is something inherently wrong with him. He would become more and more scarce to see around, and eventually, you would find he had someone take over as your guard completely.

Luca: Almost instantly his cheeks would burn bright red, and he would give you an apologetic smile. "I...I have no idea what to say. I'm sorry...I must have misread the situation." He would try and hide his feelings as to not make you feel guilty, but it would be his fidgeting that would give away his unrest. "...Can we still be friends? Or..." his voice would finally break as he kept up his smile, his eyes glossy, "Would you prefer this be entirely professional?" You know that whatever you choose, you will still be safe in his care - feelings hurt or not.

[empire-at-war]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY @kaosstar!

A little collaborative project for you on your special day. @starrealis did the art and I wrote the story. :)

Enjoy ❤️

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BIRTDAY FIC

featuring Idalia and two special guests

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“Oh, I'm sorry, did you have important plans tonight?” Her master often managed to sound amused one second and vaguely threatening the next. He cocked his head to the side and regarded her with his creepy stare. “More important than keeping watch over my artifact?”

Idalia sighed in defeat. “No, Master. Of course not.” It was only her birthday today. Not that he cared enough to know that. There was no way her master was going to stay out here in the wilderness and watch over his precious artifact himself.

Idalia doubted it needed any protecting. It was a stupidly huge stone altar, for fuck's sake, nobody would just carry it away over night! Var'lock was paranoid. But he was her master, and there was nothing she could do.

And thus she had ended up sitting in a makeshift little camp in the jungle, surrounded by ruins and rubble, celebrating her birthday with the ghosts of the ancient ruins. They weren't exactly fun company. Soon Idalia was bored out of her mind and irritated enough to throw rocks at the little green lizards that crawled too close to her camp.

This wasn't how she had imagined to spend her birthday this year. Alone and miserable. Her master hadn't even left her any food besides an old ration bar. She chewed on it, then threw the awful thing into the ruins in a fit of rage. She was still busy wallowing in her misery when she saw a light approaching through the darkening sky. She squinted against the glow of the setting sun. A speeder? Perhaps her crazy master had been right after all and there were scavengers stupid enough to seek out this place... She smirked, letting her hand drop to the lightsaber on her belt. Perhaps this evening wouldn't be so boring after all.

The speeder was quick to approach her campsite, as if the people riding it knew exactly where to find her. Strange. The only one who knew where she was...

Before she could finish that line of thought, she caught a glimpse of red hair and the reflection of the sun caught for a moment on shiny beskar, and she knew exactly who was riding that speeder. All the tension drained from her and her smirk turned into an incredulous smile.

Minutes later the speeder skidded to a halt in front of her, and Shane jumped off to rush towards her with a big smile. “Happy birthday, love!” He immediately scooped her up and whirled her around, before pressing a kiss against her lips.

Idalia found that she had a big stupid smile on her face when she was finally put down. “What are you doing here?” Lothar in the meantime had removed his helmet and unloaded the speeder. He approached her more slowly and raised her hand to his lips for a soft kiss. “We just happened to drive by...”

“Yeah, right....” Shane had grabbed some of the bags and was already busy setting up an old fashioned picnic between the ruins. “If you can't come to your birthday party...,” he showed her a bottle of champagne, grinning from ear to ear, “your birthday party is just going to come to you.”

Idalia didn't know what to say. She stood there while the two men produced a bunch of exotic delicacies and carefully packed dishes from their bags, lighting a few candles even. “I made these myself,” Lothar admitted a little sheepishly as she inspected a little box of meatballs. They would probably burn her throat and made her tear up with how spicy they were - Mandalorians loved their spicy food - but Idalia didn't mind at all. Her eyes were already tearing up a bit anyway.

Especially when Shane made her another, incredibly beautiful gift. A small necklace with delicate, white stones in it. She could only stare for a few minutes, before taking it in her hand to inspect it more closely. The thing must have cost a fortune, and she said so in a disbelieving voice.

“You deserve only the best.” Shane grinned at her, fastening the necklace behind her neck. The way his breath quickened when his eyes followed the pendant as it slipped down into her cleavage was almost sweeter than the gift itself. Lothar came up behind her and let his hands trail over the skin on her neck, giving her goosebumps with the softness of his touch. “You deserve to be spoiled today.” His words were a barely audible purr, and Idalia could only groan as he started kneading the muscles on her shoulders, expertly massaging the tension out of her.

She closed her eyes when he kissed her neck, but not before catching a glimpse of the smirk on Shane's face. She wanted to say that yes, of course she deserved all of this, but then Shane pushed the skirt of her robes up and knelt between her legs and pressed his mouth against her crotch and all that came out was a delighted little gasp. Lothar's soft lips on her shoulder were replaced by sharp teeth dragging against her skin. “Yes,” she finally managed, leaning back against the Cathar's warm chest as her other lover worked on pulling down her pants, pressing fervent kisses on every inch of skin he could reach. Yes, she deserved this, deserved both of them. But sometimes she couldn't believe just how lucky she was.

[kuackity]

From this day onwards I officially name us mutuals forever and ever now you can't escape I say it with all my love

I actually have been on Tumblr a really really long time but it's pretty much my first time actually constantly posting my own stuff and trying to reach out to others because I always have been way too anxious to try it

I'm proud of being your source of second hand c!Dream content

At the beginning I actually tried to get into c!Tommy lore because I already knew that c!Dream mains get into a lot of discourse constantly but I just wasn't able to I also refrain from posting a lot of my thoughts because of fear of discourse so I suppose even while obsessing over the DSMP one can't stop fearing the discourse

But at least there's not so much drama over the ccs so that's better

Somehow this turned into a mini fic I think but

I'm obsessed with the idea of Quackity compulsively checking his face over and over again because he can feel something there he knows it's there he can feel it on his skin but it doesn't show he can see it on his dreams he can feel it all the time but whenever he reaches out to touch whenever he searches for his own reflection on every shiny diamond or golden thing he can find and he doesn't see it

And then it happens randomly he's just distracted and it's late at night and it's kinda dark and Luzu and Quackity and everybody else is far at their own place right now and Quackity knows he's never exactly been the strongest fighter he's just trying to hurry up to any place with lights and a roof

And then something attacks him he despawns and finally he can feel it again and he wants to scream because right now isn't the time for his dream ghost pains but then he sees it at long last on his reflection on the river nearby his face and the scar beneath his eye he immediately graps at it because now he can actually sense it beneath his palm he can sense it on his skin he can see it on his face he can trace it with his fingers

He sees the difference between the wrinkly white-ish pink-ish new skin that forms right on top of the open injury and the rest of his tanned skin and he can feel the difference on the texture between the rest of his face and the overexposed bumpy scar he has now

And he's happy and he's scared and he finally doesn't feel insane anymore but when he goes to sleep that night and he sees the him from his dreams again with his loan shark wide smile that the scar crosses over he can't help but feel like he's becoming more and more like the man he dreams about

Do you think he would get some seeing problems from it? C!Quackity isn't blind but he does canonically have a harder time seeing after pickaxe death -Beloved Drellumina

Bold of you to assume I would want to escape, now you are trapped with me, this was my plan all along. MUAJAJAJAJAJA

I understand, I like c!tommy cause I am of the sunshine type I think, and he was that at the beginning and I am not one for giving my opinions neither cause I know I am biased so I won't be objective

I love it! You should polish it and publish it so more people can join this train of angst; I am so down for k!Quackity being between feeling validated now that he has the scar but at the same time insecure cause he is looking more and more like c!Quackity, he is always in this awkward middle.

I think indeed he would get problem seeing from it, maybe with his peripheral vision? Depends on how he was attacked we can make a consequence to that, cause there can be a lot.

I am happy to be mutuals now I am just like the smiley face :D

[lolita-lollipop]

Royal siren erasermic family? They like adopt you after you hatch from an egg bc they found you or something idk and take you back to the castle and make you their little princess or something cute and fluffy like that.

YANDERE SIREN ERASERMIC FAMILY X BABY PRINCESS READER

Shinso was just out and about, swimming through some forbidden areas he wasn’t supposed to be in, avoiding sharks, when he found an iridescent little ball under some rubble of a shipwreck, it made his gills tingle at the sweet aura that it emmited, he knew, that this creature, was something to protect. It was up until he saw something moving inside that he thought it was just some ancient treasure that would’ve died with this ship, he examined it closer, squinting his eyes, that’s when he realized, it was a Siren. A baby one at that, usually they hatched out of boring white eggs, the royal family’s were gold, but a shiny color changing white that combated the finest of jewels? Never, this little pip was special, he could feel it.

So he brought it back home, through his “balcony window”, debating wether or not he should tell his parents. As you know, he was somewhere where he was not supposed to be, and they would throw a fit. Then again, whatever this thing was, he couldn’t just keep it to himself, something was living inside it, and he wouldn’t know if something was wrong, so he has too. When he did, it came as a suprise that his parents weren’t mad, they jsut kindof stared at the orb, inhaling the addictive scent it gave off, the three huddled around it, aizawa carefully picking the Small thing up, it was only about the size of a pumpkin, extremely easy to pick up, yet he could still feel the heartbeat of a creature inside, it just had to be one of the sirenfolk , there isn’t any other explanation. He stared at it in confusion, noticing the small cracks staring to form.

Then a little hand popped through, and scared the shit out of all of them.

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As it turned out, you were in fact a siren, a rare subtype of them, thought to have gone extinct long, long ago. The opal-looking scales that littered your arms and tail showed proof of it, this species were intensely more fragile, and weaker, that’s why they went extinct, as they couldn’t hear, and a small crabs pinch could cause major bone breaks, they were just too weak, yet so beautiful. That’s why they were coveted among the royal family. It only helped their growing obsession taht you were so cute.

It might’ve been an act of I’mpulse, but they just needed to have you as their own, of course, their word is law, so they could’ve just kept you, but they felt the need to make it official, they’d already had two pips, you’re just their third! It was simple, of course, you specific species could be born into sirenfolk families, it was just so rare that it had only happened once. You were just so cute, so fragile, just something so breakable, they just

H a d

To protect this tiny lil thing, it was instinctual to feel a protective pull over their little pups, and boy were they feeling that right now, you were special, not just any baby, but you were theirs. Their special little pup, nothing would ever lay a hand on you, ever. It had only be a few days, and word spreads through the underwater kingdom like a wave, from the servant maid who showed them how to take care of you, to the head maid, to a citizen, to the fisher, and eventually, by the end of the week, the whole kingdom was eagerly waiting to get a glimpse of their new princess.

And boy were they shocked to find out it was an opalite, the most rare of rare sirens in the world. Immediately after they had shown you to the world, sitting in a large clam as it was pulled by sharks, the citizens fell in love with you, maybe it was the fact that you were related to their beloved royals, maybe because the royal family would intensely glare at anyone who made negative comments, maybe it was the fact that a few of those people went missing, but who knows right?

You still hadn’t been able to open your eyes yet, and you won’t be able to hear them for a very long time, your hands were about the size of aizawas eye, and you looked closer to a fish than a human, as you hadn’t even developed your face yet, another plus to being the endangered species, note the sarcasm. And guess what? They found it so adorable, just their cute little baby, their little pup who can’t even protect themselves from the water around them. They just loved every part of your little body, from your tails, to your tiny little hands, to your shiny gills. It was all just so perfect- you were so perfect, and you were theirs, they were gonna protect you at all costs.

So of course they did, you were just so tiny right now, they knows practically anything could hurt you, so they opted to be around you all the time, only leaving to hunt for humans that would suffice for their tastes, drawling them in, determined because of that little smile of yours. You motivated them to do it, they were doing this for you. It have them all a sense of pride to have you feel safe with them, to rite them you. On their own terms.

Eri was constantly around you, being that she was a young one just like you, and you were her little sister! So she wanted to always be around while you made those echoing gurgling noises, or flapped your hands around in the water, she didn’t have responsibility in the kingdom yet, unless being cute is a job, so she can be with you jsut as much as she wants. Always sitting with you while you played with the floating pearls that they had arranged over your play area, watching you feel new things, holding you while you dozed off with adorable little bubbles, she always was with you.

Like now, she’s been with you all day, giving you little snacks, glaring at the guards at the door who always had their eyes on you… creeps. The sun was almost setting, and when you’re low down in the ocean it goes pitch black after a little while, and that’s when the jellyfish come out, tonight was one of the most special days out of the year in the northern oceans, the jellyfish festival, the one night a year when the rare white jellyfish would come out to say hi, leaving trails of shimmering sparkle behind them, painting the upper levels of the ocean a shiny silver. It just so happened that it occurred on your first birthday, a very small increment to sirens, as they live almost a billion years, but still a big accomplishment in their eyes. Look! Their little baby girl is turning one! How amazing!

“Do you see them hon? Look, they’re just starting to appear” Aizawa asked both you and eri calmly, swishing his hand through the salty water to pint at the new appearance of white and purple blobs, slowly flouncing their way overhead. Eri smiled up at it, her pointed teeth displayed in full view, her eyes shined at the view, not only of the huge jellyfish, but also at you, who was placed delicately in mics lap, sat up against his chest. Little bubbles escaped your mouth as you blew raspberries into the water, just making the family laugh.

“Mm-hmmm! Look! Look! How pretty! I wanna touch em! Can I touch em!” She yelled at her parents, excitedly pointing towards the jelly’s floating towards the surface, her hair floated behind her as she swished around, shinsho just chuckled, knowing that she eventually would try to touch them, and get zapped, again, like last year, and the year before, and the year before.

“No hon. Don’t do that to us again, you wanna wish your sister a happy birthday? She’s probably really exited!” Mic cheered, distracting his daughter from touching the jellyfish, yet again, meanwhile, you were happily bouncing up and down on his lap, enjoying the freedom of your arms, swishing them all over the place, grabbing the beads around your neck, jsut anything.

“But dad! Why not! It’s not like it’s hurt me or anything I’ll be fi-“ she begged, throwing her hands up in a small tempter tantrum, clearly forgetting her previous events of pain, and idiocy.

“No- nope no no, we aren’t doing this again, please honey, just please, remember last time, we had to clean up your wounds OUTSIDE-of water, you hate going to the surface remember? “

“Yeah but-“ she started speaking, but was soon cut off with a loud giggle, resonating through your lips, kindof rare for you, you hadn’t been very vocal outside of a few gurgles here and there, so it had each and every ones heads turning. That’s when they saw it, your beautiful eyes, shin sing in reflection to the jellyfish. Those beautiful little eyes of yours mesmerized all of them, a pitch black (for protection from the salt), with a shiny silver-like pupal, immediately after they opened, a burst of color filled your vision. You giggled and clapped your hands together with a small toothless smile, watching as the floaty creates went overhead, glittering with the light.

The absolutely gorgeous splash above was admired by the family form their own viewing post, the blues and whites combined to make a heavenly display. You could feel the cool sprinkles of light they emmited hitting your skin, smiling at the feeling, you splayed your hands out and flailed them against the water.

“Ohhhhhh- oh wow. Honey! Honey look! Her eyes opened! Look at taht! Aren’t you just so magical! Look at you, my little pup.” Mic smacked Aizawa over the chest multiple times, pointing at your clearly opened eyes, you just remained oblivious, staring up at all the new things around you, like.. everything! He turned you around to face him, letting you actually see his face for the first time, taking in the long yellow hair, the (also) black eyes, the ethereal face dotted with shiny yellow gills, him, you could see him!

“She’s developing smoothly, I’m glad. Awww, that’s pretty cute.” Aizawa replied to him, holding in his emotions, as soon as he met those new eyes of yours it’s like everything else disappeared, like the world itself didn’t exist, outside of him, and his fmaily. You took his breath away, or what you could call breath, so cute and innocent, such a small thing, that brings so much joy. Your little tail swished back and forth as you stared up at them happily, taking in the features of the people you’d learned to recognize by touch. Blowing raspberries out of your lips with a stream of bubbles.

“Awwwww! I’m gonna cry, she’s growing so fast! Soon she’ll be swimming in her own! In like 200 years! Too soon, way too soon. Comers baby- mm hmmm” mic spoke, knowing full well that even if he did cry, his tears would get sucked in by the ocean. He pulled you close, moving your head I’ve this shoulde is it would rest in the crook of his neck while he hugged you, eventually, the others joined in, eri practically flopping ontop (with careful regard for you of course).

They all stared at you, while you stared up at the “sky”, oblivious to their stares, to the ways they would growl at anyone who came close, to how they kept you from seeing anyone other than what they personally approve. After all, you are jsut their little pup, of course you wouldn’t notice! Their little pup… feels right to say that, it isn’t like you have any family waiting, they aren’t ever gonna come here.

And if they ever did?

Then, well, a few mermaids are going missing

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Thanks for requesting, this was fun to write!

Have a great day today! Goodbye.

[frostedfaves]

Naive (3)

Masterlist

Pairing: demon!Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader

Summary: You pick up on the lies in Wanda’s life and she decides to show you the truth.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, dark!fic, demon things™️, more hints at dom/sub because I’m a whore for demon!Wanda

A/N: I can’t believe that it’s been a month since I posted the last one 😭 I have some things planned for the next part and so on but I also kinda wanna take requests again??? idk we all know how I get overwhelmed easily with that so we’ll see what happens there. anyway tell me your thoughts on this please!

Previous part

Waking up feels like gasping for air after being trapped underwater. You aren’t sure how long you were asleep, but the mid afternoon traffic quickly alerts you of how much of the day has passed. 

Despite your head feeling like it’s made of cement, you manage to stand up, slipping off thin pajamas as you walk into the bathroom and stop at the mirror. Your skin seems tender in places and you’re a little bit startled when there isn’t a single indication of the bite marks and scratches you feel, even after rubbing your eyes a few times and turning in every direction possible. Deciding to let it go for now, you reach for the shower stall to turn on the water, detouring to the bedroom instead when you hear your phone ringing.

“Hello?”

“You didn’t save my number, did you?”

“Wanda?” You pull the phone away long enough to quickly clear your throat. “I mean hey, Wanda! What makes you think I didn’t save your number?”

“You answered like you didn’t know who was going to be on the other end.”

“Okay, you caught me,” you admit after a moment of silence. “I promise I’ll save it as soon as we hang up. Anyway, what’s up?”

“Remember that pet adoption center you pointed out to me?” You acknowledge her with a hum. “I was thinking about getting a cat…Wanna tag along?”

“Absolutely! I was just about to shower though so I can be ready in an hour or so.”

“Perfect! I’ll text you when I’m outside.”

The two of you say your goodbyes and you keep your promise of saving her number, typing in her name and hesitating on the emoji keyboard. Realizing you’d spent far too much time contemplating this, you simply save what you have and hurry back to the bathroom, something in your brain urging you to not keep her waiting.

-

Within an hour, she sends you a text in all caps and a smiley face that tells you she’s arrived, and you can’t hide the fact that you’re surprised when you come outside and she’s waiting on the passenger side of the car.

“Hey! How are you?” she greets cheerily as she approaches you with a hug, and you shiver when her hand touches your lower back. “Are you cold?”

“No, I’m okay.” You smile and thank her when she opens the door for you, attempting to collect yourself as she crosses to the driver’s side again. “I’m really happy to see you again.”

“You are?”

“Yeah,” you admit quietly as she pulls away from the curb. “Is that such a bad thing?”

“No no, I just didn’t want to assume you were enjoying our time together as much as I was.”

She places her hand over yours while she glances at you, smiling as she squeezes your fingers and thigh lightly. You feel a rush of something traveling from the places she touched to your brain, only slightly aware of the fog settling in your mind.

“Well I didn’t want to be too enthusiastic about it and scare you away if all you wanted was friendship,” you clarify, meeting her eyes when she reaches a red light.

“I suppose you’re looking for more too, then.”

“I am now.”

The light turns green and she breaks eye contact, but the little smirk that follows tells you everything you need to know. At least, you hope it does.

-

“I think he’s the cutest one we’ve seen yet,” you comment about the kitten that hasn’t looked away from Wanda since you approached his area. “He seems really drawn to you, too.”

“How did he get the name ‘Baby Satan’?” Wanda inquires with an employee, who approaches you with a chuckle.

“It’s actually Baby Stan, because we used to have an adult cat named Stan as well and needed to tell the two apart. We were going to give him a new name but decided to leave that up to his new family.”

“It says ‘Baby Satan’ though,” you cosign with Wanda, gesturing to the extra A mixed in with the magnetic letters that spell the kitten’s name.

“Oh, I’m so sorry! I don’t know how that got there,” the employee apologizes as she reaches over to fix the sign, and you watch her freeze as Wanda touches her arm.

“Don’t be sorry. Keep it; I want to adopt him.”

“Okay, right this way,” the employee mumbles as she turns awkwardly and stumbles over to a desk, and as the two of you follow her, you look back to see Baby Satan still staring at the woman beside you.

“What was that about?” you speak up finally once you’re in the car with her new furry friend, and Wanda frowns at you while fastening her seatbelt.

“What?”

“Why did that employee react to you like that? You touched her and she started acting really weird after.”

“Oh, Kim’s fine!” she assures you as she fixes her mirror before pulling out of the parking lot. “I actually asked her about that while you were looking at scratching posts and she said I’d overstepped her boundaries and made her uncomfortable. Don’t worry, I apologized and everything’s good again.”

“She told you her name?”

“She was wearing a name tag, babe.”

Babe...that’s new. Still, the sudden nickname doesn’t completely distract you from the fact that you’re certain there was no name tag on Kim’s uniform. You’re debating with yourself about bringing this up when you notice her heading toward Lane County.

“Are you taking me to your house?”

“Yeah, if you don’t mind.” She glances at you and over her shoulder toward Baby Satan before turning back to the road. “I figured I could introduce both of my kittens to the place they’ll be spending a lot of time in.”

Her fingers brush over your knee as “my kittens” leaves her lips, and you’re almost embarrassed when your hips involuntarily buck slightly. Noticing the small change in your behavior, she takes advantage of your head turned toward your own window and allows her instincts to continue driving while she stares at you, placing her palm on your thigh and rubbing circles on the fabric covering it that brings her closer and closer to your core.

“Home, sweet home,” Wanda announces as she pulls her wandering hand away to park the car, jumping out a second later and grabbing her furry son from the backseat. “Hey there, Baby S.”

You step out of the car in a similar fashion of pulling yourself out of a swimming pool, taking in the fresh air and trying to relax yourself as you follow her into the apartment building. The hallways reflect the quiet and clean neighborhood as you make your way into the elevator and up to the 6th floor, suddenly entering the most empty apartment you’ve ever seen.

Of course there’s furniture: a couch with a TV mounted on the nearest wall, a dining table with a set of matching chairs, a few stools placed at the island and kitchen appliances that are shiny and new. But there isn’t any personal artwork, posters, books or even just a lamp that you could tell Wanda purchased herself with one glance.

“Are you staying in an AirBNB or something?” you ask as she carefully places Baby Satan’s carrier next to the couch, and she chuckles.

“I guess technically it was one before I moved in, but I’ve been here for two years.”

“Okay...so where are your pictures?”

“What?”

“Where are your pictures?” you repeat, maintaining a steady voice despite the expression she gives you as she faces you again. “Pictures of your family, friends, you as a child?”

“If you knew my family, you’d understand why you don’t see them here.” She startles you by practically growling her words but you press further.

“Okay but you also said you love plants and we’re the only living things in here.” You step back to put more space between you while quiet shuffling noises are heard inside the carrier. “What’s really going on here?”

You can easily spot the shift in Wanda’s emotions: going from defensive, arms crossed and eyes glaring to resigned with slightly sagging shoulders and a defeated sigh.

“Fine, you got me.” She bends over to pick up the carrier again and passes you on her way to the door, stopping a few feet away. “If you’re serious about pursuing a relationship with me, then I should probably show you my real home.”

“I don’t know...”

“Come on, love.” She comes just close enough to bring your hand into hers and a tingle spreads through your body, causing you to pull away but her grip only tightens. “I promise I’m not going to hurt you, and this is the only time I’ve lied.”

You find yourself being drawn closer to her, and an almost familiar feeling washes over you when her thumb begins rubbing gentle circles into your jaw. The metal on her ring is so cold it almost burns upon contact, yet you nuzzle into her more with each pass along your skin.

“Don’t you want to be good for me without being forced to your knees first?”

If the fog surrounding your consciousness wasn’t so thick, you might’ve been shocked by this side of her, so calm yet demanding you serve her. But the hand on your jaw seemed to cover every inch of your body and sink into your nervous system, forcing you to fall into her and let her lead you back to the car with a simple arm around your waist. You’re buckled into the passenger seat again and a slightly blurry grin greets you from behind the wheel seconds later.

“I can’t wait to make you mine.”

Your head falls against the car window as she drives to the edge of Lane County, and your altered vision picks up on businesses turning into isolated suburbs into grassy fields into forests. You travel along narrow, winding roads past the tallest of trees with very few spaces in between, and your hazy state of mind prevents you from panicking when Wanda turns onto a dirt path that doesn’t even seem to be safe for bicycles. The wheels bump along the forest floor until she comes to a stop just outside of a two foot dwelling, similar to a cave.

Once the two of you are out of the car again, she holds your hand with her free one until you reach the cave, instructing you to sit in front of it while she does the same. She places her palm on the door, and her rings seem to come alive as they interact with it for a few moments before it swings open and the three of you are sent flying through a tunnel. You land with a groan on the hard floor and dust yourself off as you carefully stand, any questions dying in your throat as you face Wanda again, now standing before you in her true form.

“Welcome home.”

[undead-merman]

Heyo! I loved your headcanons for the brothers and Simeon as sirens, they were a truly *chef kiss*. Can we also have siren Barbatos and Diavolo? Yandere too and sfw, please!

Thanks in advance!

I'm always down to write Aquatic monsters.

🧜‍♂️Siren Diavolo and Barbatos🧜‍♂️ as a yanderes GN- reader SFW

Diavolo

Appearance

Diavolo is much, much larger than other sirens. While sirens grow to be about a foot or two bigger than humans, Diavolo is massive, fifteen feet long and with tons of bulk and muscle to match his massive size. He looks more similar in size to a giant than a siren.

Despite his size he is dazzling in the sun. When his crimson hair catches beams of light he looks divine, almost like a holy glow surrounds him as he rests on the rocks. His tail is the same stunning red as the blood red sunset and has a bright pearlescent. His scales are just as reflective and polished as a bright red sports car. His skin is deeply kissed by the sun, making his skin look smooth and shiny. His nightshade red fins are long and butterfly shaped; they trail slightly behind him like silk.

He wears all kinds of jewels and golds, all of them perfectly fit around his skull and fins. They drift perfectly around his large frame and glimmer even in the smallest amount of light.

Diavolo is the only siren able to keep his glamor up even if he’s excited, in the water, or even angry. He has full control over it and only shifts to it when he’s actively trying to strike fear into something or someone. His true form is like that of sea monsters in folktales, monstrous in size and able to take a ship down into the dark depths of the open ocean, to swallow whole crews, and create winds and storms as he lets out a devilish scream which can be heard for hundreds of miles around.

Royalty amongst Loners and Sunken Hideaway

Despite their lone lifestyles, only really enjoying the company of their mates, most Sirens look to Diavolo as more of a god than any type of king or prince despite having the title of prince. They worship his power and bow down to his whims and needs. They bring him tributes in the form of small treasures and Diavolo returns these gifts with blessings of more intoxicating songs, stronger wills, his watchful eye and protection, or just overall greater strength. Diavolo seems to freely give these boons no matter how small the gift.

Since he’s a well known and well visited siren, he’s built his home in the sunken ruins of a castle in a city whose culture and history has died long ago. It’s well taken care of by servants who have pledged their lives to Prince Diavolo and are surprisingly pleasant and tolerable with one another. They equate this to Diavolo’s power and grace but only those who are truly loyal to Diavolo stay here.

His voice can bring either madness or blessings and can be the most beautiful thing your ears could ever hope to hear or one so evil, devious, and grotesque you’re driven into a hypnotic bloodlust to those with even the strongest wills. His lullabies sound so melancholic.

He hides away in a large garden which has its own open air biosphere bathed in light by a glass ceiling which has yet to crack yet bathes the whole garden in a beautiful light. A single golden curly willow grows in the center with dozens of flowers growing around it. Here the air is surprisingly fresh and floats on the surface never touching the water around it like it’s a time capsule. He’ll lounge here to clear his head watching the butterflies that have grown here, alone and have never seen the outside.

Spending time with you

You and only you heard his song and wept. The feelings of his loneliness tugged at your heart instead of your head being filled with euphoric thoughts of power and blessings or instantly pounding through your skull until you screamed. You truly heard his song, understood the lyrics behind them and felt the way he did when he sang them. When he saw your face littered with tears and face hot with sympathy for him he felt his whole body go numb. You were something special, someone truly remarkable. He needed to know more about you.

And so started a passion in his heart to learn everything about you, your traditions, your light quirks, your hobbies and everything he could possibly learn. It sent him down a rabbit hole of studying humans that he refused to climb out of and gladly let swallow him if it just allowed him to get closer to you and understand you better.

He doesn’t mind what form you see him in, as long as he can see you he’s thrilled and happy. He’ll approach you like a dog, his tail swishing excitedly as he asks you questions he formed in his head from the day. He has to be careful in his true form otherwise he can cause a lot of damage to the nearby area and draw too much attention to you two.

He loves to pick you up and hold you, be in his true form or not and travel with you on his back, or when his true form shows in his hands or on his head as he intentionally kicks up some water to playfully mist you. Moments like these make him forget he was ever even alone to begin with.

If you ever wanted to see some kind of sea creature or visit some island he’s happy to oblige bringing the creature over with his divine rule over the ocean or happily just takes you there one day while making you cover your eyes to surprise you. The look on your face makes his heart swell so much he almost feels like it will jump out of his mouth if he’s not careful.

Dark Tendencies

Diavolo isn’t against using others to get what he wants, he'll ruin everything for anyone or anything to get what he wants. He’ll destroy small islands and wipe out ports so nothing can distract you from dates he takes you on.

If he feels like you aren’t close enough to him or are drifting away from him, for some reason or another, he’s simply going to just pluck you away from your old life so you don’t have any excuse to be away from him anymore. You're his now, you don’t have to worry about that silly stuff anymore, both of you can be together now. Why not just get married now? It would be much easier. Siren’s don’t marry, they just pick a mate but he’s willing to put the frills on it for you and your human ways. He finds it cute!

He doesn’t ever connect the dots if you struggle against him or plead for him to let you go, he’s wrapped up in his own delusions of you being a happy little couple that he’ll blame some outside force. If you go along with him he’ll remain peaceful and sweet.

He absolutely hates it when other sirens see you and while he’s not outwardly violent to them he is quite hostile. Grinding his teeth and asking them to look away from you while his tail twitches with the intent to lash out.

He gave you your own little haven to decorate, he gave you the garden all for your own. He even made sure to promise to give you your own space and privacy here, just as long as you come to his call. Don’t worry though, only you, him, and Barbatos know of this place, and you can’t run from him here!

Misc stuff

His scales shed infrequently since he doesn’t get into fights with other sirens since all of them know better. His scales are radiating with his power and are well known to bring massive good luck to all those Diavolo gives them to. He’s always giving you things made from his scales and he’s so thrilled to see you in them. He likes adding them to a circlet crown he had made custom just for you so you can match him. He plans on matching you to him with every little piece of jewelry, even down to matching rings.

He requires you to sleep with him. He can sleep out of the water perfectly fine and just pulls you into a lavish den he made for the two of you. It’s somehow unbelievably cozy sleeping with him. His body is warm and everything he set up is the best out there. He just holds you in his warm arms and nods off with you.

He’s quite a picky eater. He refuses to eat anything he doesn’t like and will only eat it if you so happen to beg him to, but only if you're insistent, otherwise he’s already slowly drifting away from it.

Barbatos

Appearance

For a siren he’s smaller than most. He’s quite slender and not much muscle to him, but despite his size, his appearance is perfect in every way, not a hair out of position, not a scale that isn’t out of polished or asymmetric, and his skin without a blemish or scar to be found. He takes a huge amount of time to groom himself perfectly.

His scales more resemble sea snakes, even having black stripes like them, though his tail is a solid dark seafoam green. He’s not especially radiant compared to others, but he doesn’t mind at all, he prefers to melt into the background more.

His tailfin is wide though, having a lyretail shape with black stripes going across it. It’s the same dark color as his scales and he has only two side fins but they look like long ribbons stretching from his hips to about halfway down his tail.

His glamor when melted away leaves behind an even darker looking creature. He looks like a stormy sea and is covered in nasty sharp thorns that don’t just stop at his elbows but lead down to his hips and thin yet long and sharp claws and stark black webbing in between without a tear or hole.

Serving Another

Serving the Royal Family was an honor his family was born with for generations and one he realizes the importance to. Diavolo is powerful enough to sink ships and cities and he provided some of that power and grace onto him rewarding him and his ancestors before him for loyalty, slowly turning Barbatos’s family into nearly just as powerful creatures as him.

He enjoys watching the whims of a child like god try to make sense of a kingdom, it's good fun to see him enjoying his life he is able to live vicariously through his high energy.

He puts his all into everything he does, he hates wasted efforts so he does everything he can into what he does but it gets tiring. Sometimes when trying to sleep, he finds himself unable. He’s always had poor sleep but he’s dealt with it for so long now that it's normal for him now. He starts his morning eating a small slice of kelp known for reducing head pain, all while preparing for the morning.

Spending time with you

If Diavolo took an interest in a human then you certainly had to be interesting. Well when he met you and saw you drinking tea with a huge Diavolo stretched around the floating garden. He just knew you were a human with a soul like no other.

He often brings you your favorite beverages and chats with you, simply at first to get to know you but he found you captivating, each word you spoke he held onto like it was the last he would ever hear and it was gospel. He smiles as you recall old memories, describing how you ended up here. The way you phrased things was unlike anything he had ever heard.

He’s taken the time to find old waterlogged books that were left abandoned in the old library and help restore them for you to read. Inside you find wondrous and fantastical stories of this old kingdom all of them enthralling, and as you read he’s happy to bring you a beverage once more and enjoy your company even if it’s in silence.

Once he’s grown closer with you he often finds himself giving you lingering touches as he pats your shoulder for your attention or grazes his hand on yours when delivering food to you. He even says the most romantic and poetic things to you without even noticing. He falls in love slowly but deeply and almost innocently. He just treasures your time and you as a person, never judging or doubting you.

There was a day when he had pulled you into a parting hug, wishing you a goodnight as Diavolo would return you to the surface but he had simply fallen asleep in your arms. Even Diavolo was shocked as he had never done anything close to something like this. It turns out Barbatos is at the most ease when he’s with you. All of his sleepless nights had just suddenly caught up with him.

Dark Tendencies

His love quickly shifts one day when he see your finger pricked by a stray thorn from a wild flower and as he wiped up the blood with a handkerchief and sees those butterflies fluttering around the wound to drink the blood he realised just how fragile you really were and how nature and life take advantage of that as soon as it could. He couldn’t take losing you. So one day he calls you and just takes you. You think it's just another visit with Baratos fetching you but he takes you to a deep and dark underground cave. Soft phosphorus moss grows all over in cushioned patches and with every step it glows brighter under your feet.

He explains it all to you, openly and honestly but no matter how you plead or try to reason with you, he believes you need to be down here forever. Away from the outside world that would care so little for the death of you and move on like nothing were to happen. He wanted you safe, around and immortalized; he'll never forget you.

He provides you with an array of pleasantries that would have no chance of harming you. He’s damn near baby proofed the small cave but he ensures it's as comfortable as it can be, bringing you three meals a day, all of your favorite drinks and snacks even if you fight him or give him the silent treatment he’s never neglectful of your needs. He believes one day you’ll come to see how much he did for you and understand he just wants you safe.

Misc stuff

He’s a clean freak and refuses to let you sleep on dirt or muck, he’ll thoroughly wash the moss through and treat it so it feels like you're walking on clouds without feeling any slime, having bugs, or being dirty. It's so well taken care of that they look fake.

He hates crabs. He hates those distasteful bottom feeders, their disgusting pinchers and empty eyes. He’s sure to keep them as far away as he can, if startled by one he slams it with his tail with enough force to turn it into little pieces and he’s still frightened by them despite the power difference.