#he kinda of became regal

[plush-rabbit]

part two to the unnamed chapter from like a few days ago!! honestly, im suprised people liked it. like i didnt think it would get good stuff. like i dindt think it was bad, but im like the hype has died down anyways!! we meet the man, the myth, the devil himself!!

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You can hardly keep your eyes open. Even with the soft yellow glow of the light, it's far too bright for you. Shutting your eyes only brings you a bit of solace. You're somewhere soft, something light and feathery pulled over you, and you shift your shoulder blades to pull your wings closer to your body, and instead you sob, the pain sharp and unforgiving to your frail body.

Did you fall? No, maybe you slept on them wrong. You don’t have to think about stretching your wings, it was always second nature, as easy as blinking and as easy as moving your arm. You’d stretch your wings, and you’d ask Adam to help you preen your wings. You shift, and something feels empty, it feels light, lighter than air. You can’t remember your wings feeling so light, not unless you were flying. You’d hate to have messed up your wings over something as frivolous as falling.

Memories rush in, fragmented, only the beginning pieces clear enough for you to remember. Your eyes snap, and you’re met with harsh lighting. You see nothing but wood and stone, and a home that is not yours, and you groan into something soft under you. Moving your arm is painful, it feels bent and sore, and you reach for feathers, and find nothing. Your cries bury themselves into something plush, something that soaks your tears and drool and leaves only a patch behind. A hand pats softly against your arm, and you flinch. 

A voice shushes out to calm you. “It's okay. You're safe. I'm not here to hurt you,” they whisper. “Just relax, and try not to move. You still haven't recovered.”

Even if they speak softly to you, it's far too loud. The words echo in your head, and attempting to think about where you are and who you're with is making you nauseous. Or perhaps it's the sickly honeyed scent that is thick in the air. 

“‘S too sweet,” you slur, clawing at fabric beneath you. You regret speaking, the movement making your already sore jaw ache further, the joints pushing into your splitting skull. Your head pulses and your mouth is cotton filled, thick and impossible to speak. “Where?” You hope that someone will give you an answer to where you are. Or at least what you're on.

“Oh, thank you,” a voice chirps. 

“Don't think it was a compliment Bee,” a thick accent says in a hushed voice.

“Well I'm taking it as one,” the voice huffs.

“You're at my home,” the gentle voice is back. “You're in a spare bed. Just try to relax.” You can’t relax with all the sound, and when you try to tell him that, you only murmur, slurring letters together. “I know, I know.” He doesn’t, but you can’t correct him. “Just try not to move so much.” It's quiet again, a silence that stretches and fills the void with nothingness. The smell and the shuffling of bodies is the only indication that you aren’t alone, that you haven’t been left yet. 

“Luci, mate, you sure it's a good idea to have an angel laying around?” You hear the chime of bells, and you want everything to stop. 

“They aren't an angel,” a voice retorts. A hand places itself over your bicep, and squeezes you softly.

“Yeah, but like, it’s still a bit dangerous, isn’t it?” The voice is much more feminine, and you can hear a buzz when they speak, a low hum that doesn’t stop. “Having one of them just on your bed.”

“A spare bed,” the voice corrects. The bed dips beside you, your fingers tap against the mattress. “It was dangerous when we were first here,” snapping at the other, before sighing. “It’s been a long time since another angel has fallen.” 

“Lucifer, honey,” this voice is smoother than the others, and you wish they would all stop talking. “What’s the plan here?” Someone makes a noise of confusion. “They aren’t an angel anymore, if anything, they’re a walking target. We don’t even know if they’re an Exorcist.”

“Heaven hasn’t cast out an Angel in so long,” the voice says softly, a finger tracing shapes onto your arm. “And I highly doubt they’re an Exorcist. I can almost- I’m positive that they aren’t.”

An Exorcist. That’s what they think. Lute flashes in your mind, and Adam follows, weapons ready, and thinking hurts far too much. You groan, nuzzling into the pillow, trying to tune out the sounds. You need them to stop talking.

A hand pats at your arm, and soon you feel fingers tangle themselves into your hair. Fingertips ghost alongside the tender part of your scalp. The voice hushes you, lulling you back into a state of unconsciousness. “I’m sorry,” they whisper, “we must be too loud for you.”

“Lucifer, I know you’re still-” the person pauses- “upset-” they sound unsure of the word they’re using- “about the last few years, but you can’t take on a pity project.”

Lucifer. They keep saying- oh shit. You let out a whimper. You don’t know if you’re thankful for being found by him, or if it’s a curse to be found by him. He shushes you once more, massaging gently at your scalp. 

“Yeah-” the buzzing is louder this time- “you know, if you were lonely, you could have just said something. I got some cute little hounds that need loving homes, ya know? And uh, they’re cute-” they hiss that word and you furrow your brows- “and practically housebroken.”

“Luci, it’s not like they’re worth much. I mean look at ‘em. I don’t even think I remember seein’ them back up when we were there, so they gotta be new or somethin’.”

The hands still, fingertips pressing into the tenderness of your head. You let out a low sound, and give a soft nudge of your head for the person- Lucifer you presume, to let go. He apologizes, soothing over the spot where he’s touched. “It’s not- They aren’t a pity project. This isn’t that. Don’t you remember how bad it was. How painful it was to fall. At least we had each other. We were stronger than most angels.” You wish they would all stop talking. Especially when they refer to falling, you can't stand to hear it. “They have no one. This is- I just want them to feel safe.” His words come to a slow stand, and if it didn’t hurt to cry, you’d sob at the reminder of your punishment. “Their wings were ripped from them, they weren’t even allowed to heal.”

“Well it ain’t like Heaven is known for their leniency.”

“Listen, Lucifer, we’re just saying that you’ve been having a lot of big emotions recently, and maybe nursing someone back to health isn’t what you need right now.” Lucifer- at least you’re assuming- makes a noise in protest at what the other voice is stating. “What’s the long-term plan, hm? You fix them and then what? Do they live here? Do you kick them out? Take them over to Charlie?”

The room is still, the buzzing has quieted down to a hum, and you feel sleep grasp onto you once more. “You should all go.” The group protests immediately, voices overlapping one another, the buzzing higher, and scent of sweets and leather grows and irritates you further. Your head pounds, banging against your skull. You shift, pulling at the wounds, and a cry muffles itself into your pillow. “It’s okay, you’re okay” the voice says in a hushed voice, palms pressed flat against you, cooling your feverish body. “I’ll give you something right now to help the pain.” He clears his throat away from you. “I have to think about things. I’ll make sure to give you updates as they come along, but for now, I’ve taken up enough of your time.” He pauses. “You should return back to your rings.”

The buzzing quiets down, and footsteps shuffle out. It's a mess of steps, puttering and pattering along the floor, and the sound is [welcomed] by silence. A door clicks shut, and you hear no lock. 

Thinking if you're a prisoner or not is too much of a task right now. The strength of the saccharine scent has left with its owner, and instead now gently wafts in the air. Somewhere on the other side of the room, you hear a sigh.

“I’m sorry. We shouldn’t have been having that conversation with you in the room.” You let out a short huff in response. “It won’t happen again, okay? We must have been loud for you, huh?” With all the strength that you can muster, you give a short nod. “Let me go get you something for the pain, okay?” You feel a soft hand over your bicep, giving you a soft squeeze. The hand lingers with fingertips that kiss over your skin in feather light touches as they pull away. 

You drift between consciousness and unconsciousness, unable to fully sleep, but you don’t register anything that happens. All that you’re aware of is that someone is back in the room with you. He’s beside you, something plastic touching against your lips and the thick taste of medicine is bitter on your tongue. 

“I’m going to light some incense, okay?” You’d rather he give you water or anything else to wash the taste off. “You just let me know if it’s too much.” The scent is much calmer compared to the sickly sweet one from earlier. “I had Belphegor send me some sleeping aids. I believe it’s the only reason you’re able to get some actual rest.” Your lips mouth the words “thank you”. Something soft and warm covers you, and you feel yourself sink further into the mattress. “I don’t know how much of your power was stripped, or how much you even had to begin with. Mammon was right about that, you are a newer angel, you might not even be able to do much other than heal.” His voice is growing harder to understand, it’s fading into the back, and sleep pulls you further in. “However, I wouldn’t ask you to even attempt to heal yourself- not in this state,” he whispers.

“Taste bad,” is all that you can mutter. Your head pounds, and it feels like it’s swelling. Each word that you speak is laid thick and slurred together. Every syllable only brings you sickness and an ache in your skull.

“I know,” he sighs. “The medicine here doesn’t taste good, but there’s not much that I can do about it.” A cloth dabs at your mouth. “Hell is supposed to be a punishment after all,” he says with a humorless laugh. “I’m- I’m sure that Heaven’s medicine is still divine as ever,” they mumble with a heavy weight on the words. 

“Like nectar,” you speak softly, the memory of it faint on your tongue. 

Something brushes along your face, and you feel the pull of sleep. “Yeah,” he breathes out, “like nectar.”

-

Knocking on the door disrupts your sleep. Something gargles sounds on the other side of the door. In your mind, it’s too faint to make anything out. You hear the squeak of the door open, and through bleary eyes, you make out two tall figures. Again, they speak to you, and you nod back to sleep.

You feel the latex of gloves touch your body, knuckles the brush against the nape of your neck and hands that grab your arms, ready to still you as you tense. “We’re just changing your bandages.” You shake your head. “It’ll be quick, just stay still.” You’d rather deal with an infection than with how the doctors treat you. You recall a voice making an argument that you’re not welcomed here, that you're an angel in a land of sin. 

“No, no,” you mutter, tears staining your face and wetting the pillow. You feel the cold breeze on your back, whispering over your wounds. The stickiness of the gauze peels away from you, and you can smell the stench of it- metallic, rich and earthy. Something so sweet, and it disgusts you and the doctors. 

Their hands grip tighter onto you, holding you down and you yelp. “Stay still.” You recall many moons ago how Lute told you something similar. How her words were laced with sorrow and false bravado. These doctors, these demons, spit the words at you, and hold you down. 

Your hands claw at the mattress, your screams echoing against the wall, bouncing and ringing in your ears. Light blinds you immediately as your eyes flash open, and your head is head, pushed down onto the mattress, as curses are spit onto you. You’re in Hell. Your teeth find themselves tearing into the pillow, drool pooling into a puddle and tears slipping down.

“Just,” they grunt, and press firmly down on your back, “stay still.” You gasp for breath, kicking and digging your knees into the bed. “Please,” they beg, and you fall, your body limp and heavy on the bed. 

As quick as it started, it ends just as quick. You’re left sobbing, gasping for breath, and despite the pain, and tearing open the wound, you hug yourself, your nails scratching against the cloth. They’ve placed it far too tight for you. 

-

Only a few weeks pass when you’re finally cognitive. When your head isn’t splitting at every noise, and you can move somewhat without risking any pain or even your fear of opening the wounds back open. You stay as still as possible, and try not to do any sudden movement that would stretch your back. Lucifer has attempted to reassure you that you’re fine now, that combined with Hell’s magic and his own blessing, you should be fit to move around. Of course, you will be sore, that can only go away with time. 

“You’ll be left with scars. That can’t be helped,” he told you, his eyes focused on how your hands fist the blanket, “but you’ll be okay.” He gives you a tender smile, and you cling to it in the night.

Once you were in a proper headspace, you knew you shouldn’t have been surprised to know that it was him taking care of you. From what you can faintly recall in one of the many conversations that he’s had in the room as you recovered, he knows what it’s like to be cast out. 

However, you are surprised at how caring and patient he is. That despite you being able to do most things on your own without stumbling, he is still beside you, keeping you company and comforting you when he has to change the bandages. He hardly lets anyone else do it after you complained about doctors accidentally wrapping the bandages too tight. His gentleness is a mask for his pity, and he can never meet your eyes without looking away. 

-

You’re laid on your stomach, and your only entertainment is wondering what could be inside the bedside drawers. While moving does not cause as much discomfort as it once did, you don’t risk stretching. You sit straight, and you look at the wall, and dare not to stretch your arms. Pillows have been fluffed and placed to create a soft barrier between you and the headboard of the bed. Knuckles rap against the door in a rhythm, and you stare at the wall in front of you. You wait for a second, and with a breath, you allow for the person to enter. 

“Hello,” Lucifer calls. “I’ve brought you some fruit. I’m sure that you must have been feeling peckish.” You give no reply. “I uh- I also brought some books.” The bowl of fruit is balanced above the small stack of books. “I was thinking that I’ll get you a television or something soon. But maybe some literature would be good for you.” He rests the tower on the dresser, and grabs the bowl between his hands. 

You should reply to him. You should tell him thank you- not just for the books and the bowl of fruit, but for housing you, for caring for you. But you cannot. Not when he’s a constant reminder of where you are. 

“I was wondering if there was any type of genre that you might like.” He sounds hopeful, wanting to continue a conversation with the husk in front of him. “It would be no trouble to get them to you.” 

His smile is stretched thin, and it looks painful. All of this is painful. Your eyes flitter over to the fruit bowl, and you wonder how you’d feed yourself when stretching your arms still pulls at the scars. 

“Would you like some?” He leans towards you, and you have the mental image of being some hurt bird being nursed back to health. “I had some demons go over to Earth and get some for you. I thought you’d prefer this over the food that we have here. Since you aren’t accustomed to Hell’s food, yet.” You stay silent, and after a moment he sighs. His heels click against the floor, and the bowl is placed on your lap. “You know,” he starts, “it would help if you talked. I know what you’re going through, and you can’t- you shouldn’t isolate yourself.” When you refuse to answer, he sighs. “Well, if you need something, just let me know.”

Despite not wanting to be here, of not having any need to want to continue your existence, you have grown a strong dislike of being alone in this room. You have no idea if he’s isolating for your own safety, or for some other nefarious reason. He clasps the door knob around his hand, and twists it. You wet your lips, and you need someone to talk to. 

“Lucifer?” You croak out, and you surprise yourself with your voice. You hadn’t heard it in so long, past the screaming and the tears. He turns to you, taking a step closer, and his hand returns the door knob to its closed position. “Can you stay?” You feel sick looking at the fruit. “Please?”

With a gentle smile, he nods his head. “Of course.” He grabs a chain from the corner of the room and carries it to sit beside you. It’s a deep wooden color, intricate designs carved into the legs of the chair, and a deep red cushion that is stitched into the seat and the back. 

The silence between the two of you is broken by the crunch of the fruit. You pierce a grape with the silver tines of the fork, and your body aches with the movement to bring it up to your mouth. The sweet juice does nothing to aide in your brooding and the awkward silence. 

He’s right, and you know that. You have to try. He’s the only contact that you have. Adam always hated how you’d hide your emotions, how you rather shut the world off, and at least that hasn’t changed since your falling. You need to talk to him. You can see the attempt that Lucifer has been making in order to keep you happy, to make your time here just a bit more bearable. You suck in your lower lip, and let your tongue brush over where your teeth have grazed.

“I was promised a trial,” you start. His eyes are on you, and you see him fiddle with his tie. “They promised it would have been fair.” You frown, and shake your head, an ache heavy in your chest. “I was so hopeful that it would have been.” The fruit is bitter on your tongue and you force yourself to swallow it.

After a moment’s silence, he speaks. “Who would have been the judge?”

The apple is pierced between your teeth, the skin ripping from the flesh of the apple. It was cute with care, no hint of the core tarnishing the fruit, ripe and perfect, only to be mauled by your teeth. “Father.” You swallow the fruit. “Or perhaps one of the Virtues.” Oranges are peeled, torn apart from the other slices, the piths of white removed. “I was worried that I would have fallen, even before I was given my verdict. My-” you look at Lucifer, and you remember who he has stolen- “I feared that I would have fallen, because I didn't matter. No one questions Heaven’s beliefs, not since-” you glance at him, and he turns his head- “I was sure I would have met the same fate.” The sweetness of the strawberries make your jaw tingle and ache. “And I did.”

“I’m sorry.” You hold the fork tightly, the silver pressing into the flesh of your palms. “The fear you had must have been,” he pauses, “intense.”

There is no one better who understands, other than Lucifer himself. You nod, and let the fork ding against the glass of the bowl. “I was good. I did what was needed of me, I didn’t dare speak out of turn.” You think of how Adam would run his mouth, how every other word would be a curse, would be of anything lewd. “Perhaps I wasn’t as good as I thought I was. Not if a question were enough to have me expelled from Heaven.” 

A gloved hand reaches, and falls just before your thigh. A gold band hugs at his finger, and you’re surprised to have yet seen his wife. Feeling your stare, he turns his hand, and lets the other fingers hide the symbol of matrimony. 

“Sometimes, that’s all it takes,” he says quietly, his tone soft, and wistful. “But, if it makes you feel any better, Hell has some redeeming qualities. It’s not all pain and suffering.” You look at him, and he gives you a smile. “We have an amusement park. There’s a uh-” he scratches the back of his neck, his gaze pointed elsewhere and checks flushing- “ride modeled after me.”

The corners of your lips turn, and you narrow your eyes at him. “After you?” You ask, an elfish tinge laced into your words.

“Shaped like my head.” A finger makes a circle in front of his face.

You scoff out a laugh, and the sound surprises you. You attempt to hide the smile, but when the corners still turn upwards, you look at your lap. “You are the Avatar of Pride after all,” you tell him, the lilt faint on your words.

“It’s actually very impressive,” he points out. “A whole ride dedicated to my likeness.”

“The line for it must be awful.” The juice of the fruit is thin on your tongue. “Heaven has zoos. There’s an area where you get to feed the birds out of the palm of your hand.” You push the fork upwards with the knuckle of your index. “They hardly ever peck your palm, but when they do, we call them kisses from one of Father’s creations.”

He snorts, and shakes his head. His smile is soft, and there's a lingering sadness to it before it falls. “Down in the Wrath ring, there are livestock shows where you’ll find horse bucking and catching the flamed greased pig.” You give him a look, and he smiles. “It’s not as nice as the zoo, I’m sure, but it’s just as entertaining.” He leans back on his chair. “Sometimes I would take my daughter.”

“Your daughter?” You knew of his wife, but you hadn’t realized that they had a child. “I didn’t know you had a daughter.”

He winces, and nods sheepishly. “Charlie,” he tells you her name. “I think you’d like her- she’s peppy.” He gives you a tense smile, and looks away. “We don’t talk as much as we used to.”

You frown. “I’m sorry to hear that.”

He shakes his head, and lets out a sigh. He sits straighter, and pulls his shoulders back. “How are the bandages?” You roll your ankles, unsure what to make of the sudden shift in conversation. “They’re not too tight are they?” It’s not your place to pry, and you don’t want to make him uncomfortable when he’s the one caring for you.

“No, Lucifer,” you answer. “They’re fine. Thank you.”

He nods, and you can tell he’s grown uncomfortable now. You don’t blame him. “Of course. I wanted to make sure that you were comfortable. As much as possible.” 

A silence befalls between the two of you. You bite into the fruit, and force yourself to swallow it. The nectar is sweet and makes your jaw ache. Beside you, Lucifer clears his throat, and you turn to him.He looks away, his eyes trained on the walls.

“If I may ask, I- Well you see, you know my name-” he looks at you again, and you tap your nails against the glass- “and I don’t know yours.” Your eyes widen, and you try to think back on when you might have whispered your name to him, but you can’t recall it. “I just- I was thinking since you’re here, and I’ve changed your bandages, I thought, that I should be calling you by your name.”

“My name?” You whisper, and you feel silly for keeping it close to you. For just a fraction of a second, for some far away thought to be held, that you didn’t want to share the last thing that ties you to Heaven.

“If only that’s okay. If not, we can come up with a nickname or something.”

You shake your head. You’ve kept your name to yourself, and you wonder if your pain-induced haze, if he’s ever asked you for it. You stretch your lips, and wet your tongue. “Did you ever ask for it,” you hold the words on your tongue, and they are heavy like wine, “when I was in and out?”

“Yes,” he confesses. “You wouldn’t answer.”

A name given by Heaven; whispered to you gently in the arms of Father, as sunlight shined down upon you and warmth surrounded you in your creation. It’s silly, and childish to cling to it, to hold onto it like a child holds onto their blanket, but it’s all that you have left. Everything else was stripped from you, taken and tossed aside, and you wonder if your name even holds any significance back home. 

You turn to Lucifer, and your name is heavy on your tongue, bitter like wine, and it’s your name, fitting you like a glove that will fit no other. 

Lucifer repeats your name, whispering it under his breath, tasting it between his canines and tongue, and you watch him. Chills run down your spine, and the feeling is not unpleasant. He catches your eyes, and his cheeks flush, the red spots darkening, under your gaze. He calls your name once more, louder and clearer, want held between the vowels, as if to savor your name, to savor what you’ve given to him. 

You nod, your chest aflame, as if you’ve done something scandalous. You can’t trust your voice, not when he's looking at you. Your knuckles feel as if it’s on pins, tingling and having you scratch against the bowl. 

He glances at your lap. “Are you done?” 

“Yes,” you breathe out rather quickly. 

He reaches for the bowl, grabbing it by the rim and stands from his chair. You watch in silence as he pushes the chair back, letting it block one of the drawers from the nightstand. The bowl clinks against the mahogany of the dresser, and he grabs the books, flush against his chest. 

“I hadn’t meant to leave the books so far from you,” he says, placing them on the nightstand. “They’ll be closer within your reach.” You nod, and peek over, reading the title of the first book. “I’ll be back in a few hours, if you need anything, feel free to call out. I’ll make sure to hear it.”

He walks away, his heels clicking against the floor, and you don’t want to be alone anymore. “Lucifer,” you call out, fisting the blankets in your hand. He turns around, pressing the bowl against his body, his hand wrapped tight around the doorknob, already opening it and stepping into the rest of his domain. You swallow nothing, and try not to think of anything other than gratitude.  “Thank you for everything,” you tell him, sending him a thinned smile. 

“Of course,” he calls your name in a sweet tone. “Whatever you need, just let me know.”

The door closes shut, and you let out a breath. Your hands fist at your shirt, grasping and you bite the inner corners of your lips, feeling the soft flesh of it be pierced by your teeth. It’s been far too long since you’ve had a gentle hand, since you’ve had someone be gentle with you. A hand reaches out and scratches along your bicep, pulling the skin and leaving soft arches across. 

You hadn’t realized how much you would miss Adam.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin lucifer #hazbin hotel x reader #hh x reader #adam x reader #hh adam x reader #i think i should tag this one as lucifer #hazbin hotel lucifer #hh lucifer #im not too confident in how i wrote him #i think he's a bit too posh #but he is a king #and i think after like years #he kinda of became regal #just to like hold some type of diplomatic power and be respected #later on he becomes a bit more of a wet noodle #i think he wants to like kinda of live throughout reader #and its obvs that he misses heaven and has some unresolved feelings with it and he misses his wife and daughter #so reader is a bit of a project for him but in a good way #reader is just lonely and sad #and they feel too much

[screeching-bunny]

I’m not sure if you accept thirst asks, but if you do, then, goshhhh imagine giving ‘it’ to one of your concubines and they just keep repeating the words “Thank you thank you thank you” as they suck and lap at your 🫢. They repeat the words like a prayer, almost as if they were worshipping a god (you).

But if don’t accept thirst asks then please feel free to ignore if this ever makes you uncomfortable.

Yandere! Concubine Harem Asks 1

Warnings: Obsessive Behavior, Yandere Thoughts, Bad Writing, Stalking, Possessive Behavior, Reader is Referred as ‘You’ NSFW!!! MINORS DNI. This is my first time writing nsfw content so it’s kinda bad 💀.

In a magnificent office filled with many luxuries sat a grand ruler by their desk surrounded by towering piles of paperwork. The ruler's regal figure was draped in a robe of royal purple, adorned with gold trimmings, symbolizing their authority and power. As the sun's rays filtered through the stained glass windows, casting a warm glow upon the room, you sighed wearily, with brows furrowed with the weight of your responsibilities. All was quiet but if someone listened closely they could hear the faint sound of slurping.

“Can’t you be quieter? Can’t you see I’m trying to get some of my work done!?”

Beneath you and between your legs was your consort on his knees. He was undressed and was as naked as the day he was born. The man was known for his fierceness and cold heart was currently panting under you like a dog. The sounds of gasps and moans could be heard coming from the man. Currently his lips were red and swollen from the rough treatment that you have given him. Saliva dripped down his mouth as he was desperate to have a taste of you. He sucked and licked as if you were the only source of water he had in years. There was a look of desperateness in his eyes, it made you chuckle at how pathetic he looked. A constant mumbling of “thank yous” came from him each time he had a chance to breathe air.

The consort, whose name you couldn’t have bothered to remember, was as hard as a rock. Having enough of how slow this was going you decided to throw him down onto a couch. You made your way on top of him, positioned yourself, and slammed down right onto his member.

“Ahhh, agh!!”

Tears leaked from his eyes as he began to tremble. Your arms were pressed firmly into the cushions as you made your fierce movements as he was beneath you. He was huge and swollen within you. You began to rock your hips continuously down on him. His breathing became more harsh and stuttered. You leaned down and began to nibble down on his bottom lip. The kiss was very strong and aggressive. When your consort needed to breathe you made sure to slam your lips back on top of his again. His hands on your waist while your tongues intertwined with each other. Devastating pleasure overcame your consort. His eyes were hazy and you could feel a pump of warm liquid form inside of you. When you released from the kiss his mouth was red and swollen with a string of saliva attaching the two of you.

“Ah, ah, agh!!”

“I can’t believe you came from a kiss. Ugh whatever, a few of my advisors will be here any minute. If they catch us doing this, I won't be letting you off easy tonight.”

It was safe to say that the advisors were never allowed entrance into your study due to… your other matters. However, the next day whenever the maids came near that room, their faces would instantly turn bright red. The sounds that came from that room yesterday were definitely something else and they couldn’t help but blush from it. They just couldn’t believe it went on for an entire day! The good thing was that at least the maids that were in charge of cleaning up your mess got a massive raise but holy cow did you really have to break a sofa?!?! The only thing that they could do was pray for your poor consort.

#yandere #yandere headcanons #yandere imagines #yandere x y/n #yandere x you #yandere scenarios #yandere x darling #yandere x reader #male yandere #yandere harem #yandere concubine #yandere oc #gn reader #yandere concubine harem

[fairyyarchive]

Omg and another one where the reader is as bold and direct as zoro. Like for wxample the reader would gawk at his body and hed be like “like what u see?” “Yea.” And many more upfront flirty remarks if ykwim

oh yeah ,, this. I love love flirty reader w zoro and I had fun with this one hehe <;3 set a little before the previous one; I kinda picture this as how you started hookin up :o  i would loveee to make this a little series, tell me what you think! contains: afab reader, fwb reader + zoro, steamy makeout and sexual content but no actual sex, alcohol/intoxication (both)

like what you see?

Sanji tossed his head back in a hearty laugh, drink in hand as Luffy regaled another story of Shanks’ early pirating days. You smiled, vaguely aware of the words Luffy was saying; focusing instead on Zoro, laughing and drinking along with them. Something about the way he looked tonight - his eyes alight with laughter, his smile, warm from the effects of a few beers. His arms, always so strong and toned, his broad chest warmed by the glow of the sun it saw each day. 

God. This man looked delicious. It made you wonder what he’d look like underneath you, chest heaving as you rock your hips, or on top of you, telling you how pretty you looked as he thrust into you –

“Somethin’ you wanna say?” You were suddenly snapped out of your thoughts, Zoro’s eyes now on you. Somewhere distantly, you could hear the muffled sounds of Sanji, Usopp and Luffy talking as they made their way to the men’s quarters for the night. You cleared your throat, suddenly aware of the way his eyes raked over your black tank top. When you didn’t respond, Zoro leaned in, close enough for you to feel his breath on you. “You like what you see, darlin’?”

“Yeah, what if I do?” You licked your lips, stomach flipping as you both edged closer to new territory. A familiar bond had grown between you, bringing you closer to each other than most – but something like this had never yet been said, though you knew internally you’d had the hots for him for a while.

Zoro’s hand –oh god, his hands– reached out to you, fingers brushing gently across your cheek as he cups your jaw. A flirty smile painted your lips, leaning into his touch. 

“Then I think I’d have to kiss you,” he replied, breath hot on your lips. The tension between the two of you wound so tight you may snap – you surged forward, using the collar of his shirt to pull yourself in and crash your lips to his. He melted into your touch, both of you breathing out a sigh as you finally touched.

Kissing Zoro was…just so good. The soft buzz of alcohol warmed your limbs, lips finding their places together. His kiss was strong, grasping your jaw with one hand and your waist with his other. When you parted for breath, your eyes met. Zoro, the brave, outspoken man that he was, was utterly breathless. The sight of him with his cheeks flushed only made you want him more; knowing that if you asked, he’d be putty in your hands.

“Zoro, I want you,” you looked into his eyes, palms flat on his chest. His flushed face, kiss bitten lips and wide eyes told you all you needed to know. He licked his lips, heart pounding with anticipation as his hands gripped your waist with a new eagerness.

“Then c’mere darlin,” he muttered, pulling you onto his lap. You straddle his lap, allowing you to look down to him. His brown eyes looked back at you, utterly enraptured in you. He held you tightly, pressing your bodies together while you slot your lips against his with a hunger that lit a fire inside you. Zoro groaned when your hips moved against his, slowly grinding yourself into him and all you could think about was how good and right he felt against you. 

Your kisses became needier, your grinding in his lap making him so hard his erection strained against his pants as his hands roamed your body, desperate for more friction, more kisses, more. 

“Zoro I - ahh - “ you gasped, his mouth trailing sloppy kisses across your breasts, grazing your nipples with his teeth. 

“Bedroom?” He asked, smiling as he heard the breathlessness in your voice, knowing he was making you feel that way. “Now,” you nearly demanded it, standing and pulling him up with you. Your heart pounded as the two of you made your way to your quarters, thoughts racing with possibilities…

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[lyman-garfiel]

Weird rant but like, it kinda makes me sad a large portion of scarab art is just that of his farmworld disguise that started to melt into me just obessing over why i love scarab's design so much

i dunno, i just always found it funny scarab litterally pulled the white-twinkifacation beam onto himself and the fandom WENT FOR IT. Like i have nothing against people just having fun and humanizing him [human scarab with nerd glasses truithers i owe you all a smooch/p] but when i see just this [albiet cannon] design over and over when the whole point and reasoning for his deign existing was to be a disguise and not resemble him at all,,,,,, his human form is in like 3 scenes total yet i swear i see more art of THIS than his actual design sometimes.. and it SADDENS me cuz like HIS REAL DESIGN IS THE COOLEST SHIT EVER??

His most-used form being so regal and sharp, the monochromatic red design just RAIDIATES menace and power, he's pretty much completley humanoid if you ignore the fact the suit IS his body and his arm/leg spikes, his design really gives off something that isn't human trying to replicate humanity. AND DUE TO THIS HE IS FULL OF BODY HORROR POTENTAL TOO LIKE???!

I just love how his regal and humanoid form just LEAVES the second he is at his lowest point in the show, [the universe he searched for and jumped through so many fucking hoops to locate and destroy becomming cannon and thus his efforts became null and void.] his body language just DROPS the whole "proper but deadly" facade and my man just goes full BUG MODE, gaining another set of arms and crawling around, he pretty much gives up on hiding his real face too which is ANOTHER DESIGN ELEMENT I REALLY ENJOY

He only really takes it off in acts of desparation [threatining fionna into getting his weapon back] or an intimidation tatic [jumpscaring Gary after bro threw baked goods at him-] and the second he no longer has the upper hand he slams it back on, i just think its a very interesting element i have anylized to HELL and back because i have combed through all of his screen time on multiple occasions.

During his absolute moment of glory, [in the process of repo-ing fionnaworld his mask is off, bro is grinning he is elated he is exited as hell] and his FIRST reaction to the shock of his erasure not working is to slam his mask on before anything else. Now i have my headcanons on what this means but i just kinda wanted to ramble on about why his body language/design has been keeping me in a CHOKEHOLD latley

anyways before i spend like......an hour writing this i'm gonna post it i just NEEDED to get his design elements into a post before i fucking explode =)

#scarab the god auditor #he's just so fucking cool to me sorry for going INSANE on this post #it just makes me sad so much art of him is just ship art when he is FULL OF POTENTIAL ON HIS OWN

[idkfitememate]

Since anons are putting diffirent types of animals for the baor!creator, what if theres like a snake!creator? I kinda thinking of Baizhu white snake(what was her name again?) and the one who find them is Zhongli, well more like Snake!creator found him instead, this how I was thinking they met.

Zhongli just sipping some tea right? enjoying the sunlight and the chitter or Liyue habor, then suddenly theres smiley/squsiy texture slither around his leg(he panics cuz I heard he hates slimey texture? smt along those lines ig), he looks down and see, a spotless and shiny ass snake slithering around his leg, they made eye contact, but the snake only continues slithering, Zhongli face is disgusted since well, slimey, but he was gentle when removing the snake and helding it face to face, they both held eye contact, before, the snake lick his nose, and Zhongli's thoughts after the action 'holy shit that was adorable' after that, you can always see Zhongli with a snake slithering around his arms, and shoulders

MEME:

Zhongli: 'I only have this snake for 5 mintues'

Zhongli: 'If anything happens to them, I kill everyone in this Habor and then myself'

Her name (Baizhu’s snake) is Changsheng! And I love big snakes so… Reticulated python! The larges recorded was 32 ft and 9 1/2 in (9 m and 98.22 cm)! Itto is about 6 ft 4 in (1 m and 93.04 cm), so a Reticulated python is around 9 and 9/10 Itto’s ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა!

Hearing screams and feeling something running across his leg was not how Zhongli wanted to spend his time.

The way this man was considering just spearing the damn thing beneath his was… it was honestly scary. Children ran from the sight of his glare.

Whatever it was it was long. And slimy. And it moved his pants legs up so he could feel it on his skin.

Not fun.

He finally had enough and looked underneath the table, grabbing what he held thought to be the head.

And he did grab the head!

It required both hands, however.

Because what he pulled up was probably one of the largest non magical snakes he had ever seen in his life. And he’s lived a long ass time mind you.

His first genuine thought was ‘Changsheng’s cousin?’ And then he realized how dumb that sounded.

And then you licked his nose.

New best friend.

You couldn’t.. wrap around him. But you followed him. Closely. People of the Harbor honestly thought it fit Zhongli to have a regal snake following him as a companion. He was slick and snake like, after all.

Despite your… largeness however, Zhongli did like it whenever you wrapped around him to the best of your abilities. It was nice to feel the squeeze of a fellow reptilian.

When he found out that for some reason you could stomach human foods and liquids? Oh you know this man was on top of having you try out different teas and seeing if you tell the difference.

And when Hu Tao met you? You became the scarf of her as well. She loves patting your head and tries her damndest to get to understand the importance of selling coffins and getting people into them.

Seeing you preform tasks for the Funeral Parlor isn’t unusual, but the one place you can’t go is the Bubu Pharmacy. You and Changsheng fucking hate each other.

Snakes are super territorial after all.

She’s not allowed around Hu Tao or Zhongli, you’re not allowed around Baizhu or Qiqi.

Fair is fair but you really wanted to meet Qiqi and Baizhu.

Xiao has mixed feelings about you. On the one hand: Yay! Zhongli is happy! On the other: Zhongli is getting softer and softer damn-

That all changed when you wrapped around him.

Now the Adeptus protect you.

The way you would swallow a mob or thief in front of them and they’d just stare because you technically just committed murder.

Yeah, your everyone’s - minus Baizhu and Qiqi - new best friend.

Sorry if this is bad, I didn’t much know what to do… I feel bad- Anyway, I do hope you enjoyed it though ૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა!

#anon <3 #asks <3 #Snake!Creator

[theangrycomet-art]

Sonic Underground Reprise: Hedgehog Family Tree Hedge

Here- the parents, the aunts, the uncles, the grandpa and grandma's and even some cousins.

Now, are most of these characters relevant to the main plot? No. But if you have followed me for any amount of time you should know of my love of expanding character's family trees.

COMMISSIONS OPENED

Kofi

Family Notes: (this gets kinda long)

Parlouzer Lore (paternal side)

Charlotte was a sailor who split her time exploring and fishing with her crew

she may or may not have been a pirate

Maurice was a skilled carpenter who worked from his home workshop in Port Mobius

he was just a humble, if a bit on the quiet side,

the two met by chance when Charlotte was exploring the area while Maurice was trying to get groceries

instantly charmed with one another, they kept in touch and she made it a point to always come back to see him every chance she could

after about 5 years of this she proposed to him and the two were married the next day

Chuck was born shortly after (honeymoon baby)

he mostly stayed on the mainland with his father while Charlotte continued working on the high seas

Julius was born when Charles was 12, and Pauline Pauli when he was 19

Chuck left for college early at 16, so he wasn’t particularly close with his younger brothers until they were practically adults

Jules ran away when he was 13 to join the circus, completely cutting off contact for nearly 5 years

At 17, he and several other members of the circus (including Argus) were arrested in Casino City after being framed for treason by a rival performance troupe. Due to their age however, the two were given an alternative to jail time: enlistment, which they begrudgingly accepted (this was HIGHLY illegal btw, as both were underage and therefore not qualified to be enlisted)

around 3 years into service, Chuck got wind of the bullshit charges placed on his brother and threatened to raise hell if the two were not brought back home immediately

Jules and Argus were then hired as a part of the Royal guard where they were charged initially with guarding King Max’s son, Crown Prince Nigel

Pauli avoided trouble growing up, having taken more after his father than his lovely, impulsive older brothers

Ihe developed a passion for piloting and decided to start his own delivery business, which would be how he would meet his future wife Bernie

Bernie

Nadim Lore

ditch the royal family part and exchange it for a powerful magic fam

Hatshe is the matriarch of a powerful magic guild, the Rising Sun, though she has retired from any official position

the Rising Sun was formed by Aman-Rapi long ago

Hatshe met Olgilvie when traveling through the Kingdom of Mercia when the then King requested the aid of the Rising Sun’s strangest magician (they had meant to request “strongest” but their had been a slight typo, luckily for them Hatshe was both)

Bastard son of a a duke, Olgilvie was knight renound for his skills with a blade as well as the strings

he was assigned to aide Hatshe in her assignment

the two did not get along initially, as both were headstrong individuals who had their own way of doing things, but eventually became friends, and later lovers

He ran off after her once her assignment had been completed and continued courting her back home

Layla is Aleena’s older sister, as well as the current leader of the Rising Sun

Though she may appear calm, collected, and regal, outside of official appearances she is a very much a dork who is not above a little mischief

she met Terios when the were children during the family’s travels

more specifically, she found his half dead body lie partway out of a river bank

he was taken in to the guild, where he showed strong promise in healing magic

childhood friends-> lovers, slowburn 160k words basically

everyone knew that they liked eachother except themselves

despite some initial mishaps, the guild has been thriving under her leadership

despite Robotnik’s efforts, their guild halls have remained hidden to him, as well as serving a safe havens for those trying to escape his reign

they work loosely with the Resistance, though Layla leaves it up to the individuals to come forwards and offer aid

#Sonic #Sonic Underground #Uncle Chuck #Sir Charles the Hedgehog #Chuck the Hedgehog #Sonic the Hedgehog #Tails the Fox #Miles Prower #Miles Tails Prower #Sonia Windermere #Sonia the Hedgehog #Manic the Hedgehog #Sonic and Tails #Paulie the Hedgehog #Paulie Hedgehog #Bernie Hedgehog #Bernie the Hedgehog #Julius the Hedgehog #Jules the Hedgehog #Aleena the Hedgehog #Queen Aleena #Layla Nadim #Terios Nadim #Hatshe Nadim #Queen Layla #Queen Hatshe #Ogilvie the Hedgehog #Ogilvie Nadim #Sonic OC #Sonic Underground Reprise

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Deuce, Malleus: My Dream, to Defend

I now read everything Malleus says as extremely ominous and foreboding (knowing the context of book 7) 👨 THEY’RE ALL RED FLAGS 🚩, YOUR HONOR *proceeds to perpetuate the red flags by giving Malleus reasonably optimistic but also ominous-in-the-right-context dialogue*

Also??? Why are Ace and Deuce's faces on their birthday cards so similar 😂 They kinda match, even their Groovies (they kind of look like they're racing each other!)… cute

A Boy in Bloom, and his Flowering Future.

“What makes you glad you can use magic?”

Malleus paused, pondering the question. “What an odd inquiry.”

“For Malleus-senpai, yeah. You use magic for almost everything! It must be hard to just pick one thing about it that makes you go, 'I'm thankful for this!'. But for me…” Deuce tilted his head back, looking up to the structure that loomed over them.

It was the main building of the campus, housing numerous classrooms and offices. Regal and imposing, with several turreted towers and balconies, it was less an academic institution and more like a castle. A castle where dreams and wishes came true. Among them, his--if he worked hard enough.

"I'm happy that I got into Night Raven College," he said earnestly. "I never thought I had the magic potential to make it to a place like this, but here I am... standing at the steps."

Malleus's mouth curled. "What a surprise. Many of the students I've encountered here are the self-assured types. If I may ask... Why is it that you did not believe yourself worthy to stand among us here?"

"Long story short, I was kind of a delinquent back then. I'd use my magic to get up to no good. Y'know, laying the smackdown on anyone that talked shit or looked at me the wrong way."

"... 'Lay the smackdown'? 'Talked shit'? I'm afraid I'm not familiar with such colloquialisms."

"Er, it sounds really wrong hearing those words come from you... Basically, it means 'fighting' and, 'when people say bad things about you'. Got it?"

"I understand. Perhaps I will take care to incorporate such terms into my vocabulary. It may even make me appear more approachable to others."

"AHHHH!!!" Deuce startled, frantically waving his hands to silence his interviewer. "M-Maybe that's not such a good idea!! I think Sebek'd tackle me to the ground and kill me on the spot for teaching you bad words..."

"Fufufu, I jest."

"A-Are you really...?"

"Of course. Please, continue sharing your story." Malleus gestured for him to proceed. "Pray tell, why is it that you became entangled in such affairs?"

"Lots of stuff," Deuce said vaguely. "Mostly because I stood out. Didn't really fit in. It was easier to take out my frustrations on others than to work on myself.

"When my magic came to me, it was helpful to have in fights. It would drive some people off, and they'd leave me alone. They were scared of getting crushed again by a cauldron."

"Scared, you say... Hmm." Malleus looked pensive. "I see. So there are cases where non-mages feel threatened by the existence of mages."

"Huh?!" Deuce stared at him, eyes bulging. "That never occurred to you before, senpai?!"

"Magic comes naturally to me. It is capable of blessings and miracles. I cannot imagine why anyone would fear it."

"Well, I think it's because magic can do good things, but it can also do bad things.”

“Good and bad…” Malleus’s brows crinkled as the considered the thought, a finger to his chin.

Deuce’s stomach dropped at the sight. “Did I speak out of turn?! Y-You don’t have to listen to what I said if you don’t want to, senpai! Forget me, wh-what do I know anyway?!”

“… No, not at all. I was just thinking about your words. It reminds me of something my grandmother told me.”

“Eh, your grandma? Y-You don’t mean the queen of Briar Valley? I… reminded you of her?” Deuce squealed, afraid to speak her name.

“Yes, she.” Malleus’s eyes darkened, resembling a storm right before lightning struck. “Grandmother says that we Draconias were gifted with great powers—and with it, great responsibility to our people and their smiles. It is with this power that we are able to protect our country.

“Is it not similar for magic in general? The wielder is the one who determines whether one’s magic is used for ‘good’ or for ‘bad’ means. In which case… it is up to each of us to use what we have for ‘good’.”

“Draconia-senpai…!!” Deuce clutched a fist to his heart. A smile was at his lips, his eyes shining. “You get me!! I… I want to use my magic for things like that! To defend my friends and my family…!!”

“That is the way.” Malleus smirked, relishing in the newfound fire in his junior’s eyes. “The power to protect those you love is within your own hands. All you must do is shape it, guide it… and make that dream come true, regardless of the obstacles that may cross your path.”

“I’ll do my best!! If there’s one thing I know I’m good at, it’s being stubborn!”

“That kind of persistence is unique to you.” Malleus showed his teeth. “Take pride in that, Spade.”

"You bet I will!!"

"... Incidentally, how do you fare in Defense Magic?"

"Urk!!" The birthday boy visibly deflated--an indication of his answer. "N-Not the best... I studied as much as I could, but still barely passed my last exam. But don't worry about me, Draconia-senpai!!"

Deuce pointed at his temple. "I'll train my brain even more so I can get at least a C next time!!"

A C... so he means to say that he earned a D on his previous exam.

A low laugh rumbled out of Malleus. “How truly tenacious of you, Spade. I wish you the best of luck on that journey.”

He lifted a hand, fingers curling around the milky orb floating in the sky. The wind rustled upon his command, ushering in a cool breeze that chased off the bleating heat of summer.

“The birthday road, and your future, awaits.”

“Yes!! I’m on my way!!” Deuce eagerly mounted his broom. His knees were tucked together tightly, stiffly securing the handle.

“Ah, and Spade. One more thing.”

“Yeah? What’s up?”

“When the times comes,” Malleus said with an easy smile, “you are free to defend yourself against my magic.”

Deuce nearly fell off of his broom at the suggestion. “Whaaat?! There’s no way I’d be able to hold up against your magic…! I’ll be just a pile of ashes by the time you’re done with…”

He caught himself and stopped. A deep breath taken, and then he set his jaw. The peacock green of his eyes had dimmed into a shade more serious.

“… No. I… I just told you that I wanted to be the kind of guy who’s capable of defending the people he loves. That means no running away, even if I’m scared, even if I know I might not win! That’s my promise to myself.”

“Fufu, that’s what I like to hear. I will be expecting you sometime then.”

Deuce gulped. “Got it! I’ll face your challenge and my future… head-on!!”

FwooooOOOSH!!

A steady wind kicked up, starting small and growing into a powerful gale. Deuce yelped as his broom bucked forward, inching above the ground on only a few startled sparkles. He looked back in horror, only to find Malleus chuckling into a hand.

Had that been a magical push?

“Heh, so that’s how it’s gonna be?” A wicked glint had surfaced in Deuce, from the eyes to his grin. “I’ll show you just how I ride…!”

Gripping the handle tightly, he leaned forward, bracing himself for a familiar rush. Height wasn’t his goal, but speed.

The world stilled. His senses sharpened, his thoughts growing louder, more insistent.

Imagine a magical wheel. Think of becoming one with the wind. So fast that you’re not yourself anymore.

He blasted off, a tornado of swirling blue petals left where he had once been. Flitting down lazily, drunken on the moonlight, they were the mark of a speed demon reborn.

The past, far behind him.

#twst #twisted wonderland #Malleus Draconia #Deuce Spade #Deuce birthday takeover #something no one asked for #spoilers #disney twisted wonderland #twst imagines #twst scenarios #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland scenarios

[plump-lips-imagine]

Super Mario Bros. Isekai!Reader (Bowser x Reader) (1/3)

You died. That’s how you got into this mess. You don’t know how and when but y’know you died.

And it looks like you were about to die again at the rate you were FALLING OUT OF THE SKY!

Princess Peach, looking at the night sky: Is that star…Screaming?

Reader: ÆAAAAAHHHHHHHH-!!! *Lands hard at the center of toad town*

The last thing you remember was being surrounded by toads and a woman wearing a Crown. Everything goes black.

You wake up in a very fancy room. The bed is very comfortable considering how far you well in the middle of the sky. You look around, the walls and pillars are creamy white and pink, with images of weird-looking mushrooms around and a blond Princess.

you see a toad with a nurse hat on.........Wait. This is all familiar....

You're..........YOU'RE IN THE MARIO UNIVERSE!

you gasp and sit up, groaning in pain from your muscles being sore and scratches on your body. The Pink toad gasps and calls for someone. Peach? You're in Peach's castle!

She walks in with a look of worry in her eyes. You gulp. This is all weird. You have been a big Nintendo fan for years, especially when it came to Mario. It seems like a very detailed lucid dream. But you knew from the pains in your body that you were awake. It made you flustered a bit. What's happening.

She's......really pretty. Her regal pink drees to the shine of her blond hair were surreal in real life. Would it be too weird to ask for her autograph?

She started to ask you questions in a gentle voice, as if not to startle you by how nervous you were acting. She asked you questions about if you were okay or feeling well, and if you knew why you were in the sky.

You answered 'Yes sorta' to your injuries. But 'Why were you in the sky?"........You had no idea. You tell her that you don't remember much. You weren't even from here. This land is unknown to you (kinda). Matter of fact, you tell her you might be from a different universe (it's not like it's far-fetched from the Mario Universe).

She looks surprised by your answer, but you knew she didn't think you were lying. She believed you. The question is, what now?

.........She then speaks up and asks if you had any place to go. You said no. She then asks if you would be interested in staying inside the castle until you find your home.

Peach couldn't just leave you to fend for yourself. It didn't feel right when you were in such a different place. This shocked you by how generous and kind she was being but of course, you said yes. This is a dream come true!

That's the short story about how you came into the Mushroom Kingdom, and how you became Peach's Lady-in-waiting.

What can you say, you worked really hard to stay at the place where you were able to help out a bit in the castle. You even became friends with Peach (goals).

The toads were so kind to you, and they were so cute, and everything was just so beautiful.

You also got to Meet Mario and Luigi along the way. They are even better in real life! You had to fight the urge to ask for an autograph.

All was going well.... until

You were having one of the many tea parties that you and Peach loved doing together when a loud ruckus was happening outside the castle.

Checking outside, you see a huge skyship. Oh No.

That was Bowser's alright. This is happening all too soon. You grabbed Peach's hand and make a run for a possible escape when he tries to kidnap her.

You instinctively grab a random power-up just incase something went wrong for Mario to take. You didn't have time to see what you grabbed.

Maybe sneaking in the backdoor can buy some time before he-

You are quickly interrupted by bumping into a large figure in your way while you were lost in thought. You had to look up to see his face. The Koopa King himself, Bowser.

"BWAHAHA! Trying to leave so soon, Princess? It's rude to leave a guest waiting. Nice Try!" He taunted as the princess took a step back behind you.

You're not really thinking. But you couldn't just let peach get taken. It'll be a minute before Mario and Luigi get here.

'This is a bad idea.' You thought to yourself as you stood your ground, although shaking a bit in fear. "Leave her alone! S-She's tired of all this kidnapping! Please Leave!" You urge the Monster.

He only looks at you with a mix of anger, confusion, and disgust.

"Who is this pipsqueak!? OUT OF MY WAY IF YOU KNOWS WHAT"S GOOD FOR YOU!!" He growled.

You Gulped. This is a REALLY bad idea. But your body moved on it's own as you suddenly jumped up and skull bash your head to his surprisingly strong that it shocked both of you as he went back a bit.

Peach looked in shocked as you did this. this was a sight to behold. No one was brave enough to fight him besides the Mario Bros.

You don't know why you did that but it hurts. Really bad. He held his head in pain. He then growled and roared loudly. His piercing red eyes glaring down at you. "HOW DARE YOU!!" You didn't have time to think as you were sent to the wall with a powerful punch to the face. You hit the wall with a thud and felt a bit of blood in your mouth. And felt something moving in it and spat it out. A tooth. You took out your tooth.

Although vision blurry, you saw move closer to Princess Peach. She called out your name in worry and fear. You had to do something, but it hurt to move.

You then remembered the item you took with you. You pulled it out. A feather.

You lookin front of you. You couldn't wait for Mario to show up. You never tried a Power-u but first thing for everything!

As Bowser Stepped closer to Peach, he was suddenly stopped by a foot coming towards his torso!

It was you, in a cape, with a bruised cheek and bloody head.

You still think this is a bad idea, but whatever.

"You don't know when to quit do you? PEACH IS MINE!"

That's how your battle started. As someone who has never fought before, at least with a Giant Koopa, You were still at a disadvantage. You got hit, scratched and stomped on. But you were resilient. And didn't stop coming back up

Which is why you won. Peach was able to buy you some time with her heart power and weaken him. Just Enough for you to do the famous tail swing out of the castle., sending him flying.

...... You then collapsed out of exhaustion and from being beaten.

Peach gasp and hurries to your side. "Oh My Goodness! Are you alright?!"

With a blank stare, you smile dumbly at her, your new gap teeth showing . "You're safe, thank goodness……When did you get 3 heads?"

Peach smiled and giggles at you, worry still in her eyes. "My hero…let's Get you healed up, ahall we?"

"Okey dokey."

Meanwhile, Somewhere else

A loud Thundorus roar echo across Dark Lands, shaling the castle that settled there.

"Calm Down, your Angrieness!" Kamek tries to pacify the King.

"THIS BLOWS!!" He stomps and stomps in a Tantrum fit. Bandages on his chest, tail, and his forehead where covered up. "

"Not only do I have to deal with thosel lousy brothers, BUT NOW A RANDOM BROAD!?" He stomps the ground some more!, shaking the ground!

"IT'S NOT FAIR!"

He's so mad. The next time he goes to that Castle, he's going to pummel you. He doesnt need anyone else interfeing with his evil plans! Count your days, pipsqueak! You mess with the wrong King!

#bowser #bowser x reader #x reader #princess peach #mario #mario bros #super mario movie #bowser x y/n

[hijackalx]

i think little details like gortash not lacing his clothing properly and his messy hair are maybe supposed to indicate how he’s not used to this upper-class politician stuff.

like in his concept art there is one version of him that is very politician-like. slicked back hair, no five o’clock shadow. even his clothing just looks a lot more…. regal? i guess?

it made me wonder why they chose not to use that design (not that i’m not grateful they didn’t LMAO). i honestly don’t think it’s because he didn’t look “evil” enough, because it’s very much giving “dickhead-corrupt-politician”.

and i kinda think it’s because it didn’t make sense for his background. like, with those examples ^^, you get the feeling that he’s somebody that’s been doing this stuff for a long time— that he knows how to be in the public-eye and control many large projects at one time. which gortash, as far as i know, doesn’t.

he was born into an abusive family of cobblers, became prisoner to raphael during his teenage years, then roamed the streets as an urchin and gang leader for who knows how long (probably a pretty long time, he’s old)

during this time, the only person i can imagine him taking guidance from on how to care for/make himself look presentable in a way fit for a politician would be raphael, but i’m assuming he and raphael didn’t have a lot of contact, seeing as they never mention each other.

i think what he DOES know, he learned from attempting to imitate the patriars he was building connections with before becoming archduke. but imitation is still far from the real thing.

SO, of course he makes small mistakes in how he presents himself. he doesn’t know that the (comically) bad lacing of his shirt is noticeable or that his un-styled hair is considered informal. he’s learning all of this shit on the fly.

on top of that, he’s probably bitten off more than he can chew for someone inexperienced in his position. there is SO MUCH going on that he has to oversee/control, and i bet he’s just now finding out that leading an entire city (especially one the size of baldur’s gate) is a lot different from leading a gang or a cult lol. that kind of stress probably distracts him from his appearance often, and it’s something that he’s still learning to balance like a real politician would.

#OR he could just not give a fuck i guess LMAO but that feels like such a waste #he strikes me as someone that cares a little TOO much. about literally everything #i mean these are characters that were created from the ground up. every little detail is deliberate #also sorry long post i was trying to use my brain #enver gortash #bg3

[deathbxnny]

YQ's Mother Requestor Anon here! I'm now gonna cackle bc the era of YQ angst is over and its time for his Villain! 🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳

So, in the au "Jing Yuan executes his wife/Yanqing's mom wrongly" but let's make it even more worse with his son turning against him, very much angry and absolutely wanting to be the guy to end Jing Yuan. He betrays the entire Alliance and doesn't even care if he became a major criminal, because Yanqing now believes the Alliance is merely a glorified legion of murder worst than the Anti-Matter Legion (At least the Legion accepts their wrongdoings in a twisted way than to regale it as justice like the Hunt/Xianzhou Alliance).

He doesn't even join the Abundance, the Stellaron Hunters, etc. because he lacks the will that aligns with the Aeons opposing the Hunt/Xianzhou yet would not stay in the Hunt Path no longer, maybe he'll follow the Nihility or Finality?

Anyways, thanks for reading in my request and I look forward to whatever you bring!

[Ps: Bonus if the last straw was losing someone he loved bc of the Hunt/Xianzhou Alliance and making him question if the Alliance is truly the ones that bring justice, like Dan Shu and Yukong]

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A/N: Hello there! Yanqing's long awaited villain arc is finally approaching and so thank you for the request! I also apologise for me taking so long, but I officially got my new Laptop today, which means I'll finally get some requests out! I hope you'll like it!>:))

Content: Angst, betrayal, heartbreak, mentions of Yanging's mom being wrongfully executed, Yanqing getting his well-deserved villain arc, mentions/threats of violence, some cursing, Jing Yuan being kinda heartless, Reader briefly mentioned as Yanging's lover

Reader has no mentioned pronouns!

((Not proofread and new posting format!))

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Yanqing's life fell apart the moment he found out about the truth.

It were like the cold, unforgiving waves of the ocean crashing against a shore in a wild storm, drowning him in it with no way out. He reached out for help, yet all he got was pitied looks and empty apologies for what was the most heartbreaking revelation of his life. He cried and screamed, his body thrashing aorund in the hold of the cloud knights, his hands gripping onto his sword, his teeth barring at what was once his beloved master. He was reduced to nothing but a hateful memory now in the young boy's mind, all admiration and love gone in an instant and replaced with an unquenchable thirst for revenge.

"How could you? How could you betray me like this?" He screamed, but there was no explanation nor apology that would ever make this okay. Nothing in this world could fix this. And perhaps Jing Yuan knew this, when he turned aorund and began walking away quietly. He was a coward, who couldn't face his son's disappointment even when faced with the consequences of his actions. "HOW DARE YOU WALK AWAY, DAMNIT? AFTER ALL THESE YEARS! I LOOKED UP TO YOU, YOU LIAR!" The boy screamed, his throat burning and failing him, his voice cracking so painfully, that it made the older man wince in shame. He knew this would happen, he knew the truth would tear him apart. But ultimately, he could never imagine how bad this truly would be. He was ignorant and it made him wonder what he expected would happen.

JIng Yuan came to a stop momentarily, his eyes focused ahead to blend out the pain in his heart, as he slaughtered the last of his emotions with a single sentence. "Take him away to cool off." Yanqing's eyes widened at his words, his body going limp in defeat and surprise, yet the rage in him said more than he needed to.

This wasn't over.

But Yanqing waited. He would be patient with getting his revenge. He'd plan every detail, he'd wait for the right moment to enact the perfect betrayal. He dug deep, learning all about the way his mother was wrongfully excecuted by his own father, who decided to just never even mention him being his biological child to him either. Yanqing just couldn't comprehend why the general would do this to him. And it wasn't just about his mother's excecution. All the lies about his heritage, all the lies about who he was, his mother discarded as nothing more than an unimportant memory alongside her entire clan.

Forgotten by all, except for her son, who eventually couldn't wait anymore, after he lost the only person who kept him sane. You, the light of his world, that comforted him when no one else wanted to. They let you die. You weren't worth saving in their eyes and that was what made him finally break.

The darkness was turning him into a ball of hatred and rage, he wasn't the same cheerful boy he once was. The change hurt him in more ways than one, but he decided to just drown that old part of himself and push forward with his plans. He wanted no help. He wante to do it all on his own, destroy everyone on the ship with his own hands, until they finally understand how he felt. He made a pact with the Aeon of Nihility and gained the power needed to truly enact his plans of betrayal.

His hair whipped in the wind, his face devoid of any emotions, as he stared down at the dishevelled general, who was clutching on his bleeding side uselessly. The Xianzhou Luofu was up in flames, citizens and guards running aorund in panic to get away from the destruction, their screams music to the too far gone boy. Once father and son, now nothing but enemies, the two brandished their swords in preparation of a fight Jing Yuan never wanted and Yanqing was itching for.

The boy could only hope that you and his mother were watching him, as a smile spread across his face in glee of it all finally coming to an end, when the older man's sword clattered to the ground with him following it soon after in defeat.

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A/N: Alright, I hope this was okay! Thank you again for the request and sorry again for taking so long!<3

#honkai star rail #honkai star rail fanfic #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail x you #hsr x reader #hsr yanqing #hsr jing yuan #hsr #hsr yanqing x reader

[caycaysdiamond]

Lovepotioned? Not!

Request for Anon: "do you think you could do something for Scarabia, and maybe Ruggie if you can fit him in there, where reader is very loving with them to the point where people think they've been love potion-ed and kinda question the boys because reader is usually pretty tame and calm but in reality reader just really down bad for their boyfriend?"

my google doc for this alone was 10 pages??? ne ways!! I had a lot of fun with this but oh my god the more i thought about this prompt I was like...this would probably be the most annoying rumor to have at a magical school yk?? like damn you think I can't pull?!? (I can't) you think I don't have rizz??!? (I don't)

Characters: Kalim Al-Asim, Jamil Viper, Ruggie Bucchi Established relationship, rumored hypnosis/non-consensual relationship, non-prefect reader, lovesick reader, and lovesick boys. Chapter 4 spoilers in Jamil's part. Long asf post

Kalim Al Asim

When it came to Kalim, you weren’t just the star in his sky, no, you were his entire galaxy. Likewise, if Kalim was a planet, well, he was your universe. It didn’t take long for people to notice the difference in your personality when you were with Kalim. Your usual calm, soothing, regal personality is a breath of fresh air compared to the scheming personalities of many of your contemporaries. Yet when Kalim was around, you were a lovesick puppy! Excited, doe-eyed, and clingy. When he was brought up in conversations with you it was even worse, suddenly a boring conversation became so much more exciting and you were singing praises all for Kalim!  It was…concerning to many to say the least. I mean people don’t change that much in a relationship, right? 

It was Riddle, surprisingly, who first thought you might be under the control of some sort of potion. You were his fellow Equestrian club member, it was his sacred duty to free you of whatever control you were under so he quickly got to work on a potion that would reverse the effects of whatever magic you might be under. He worked diligently after all his duties were done and away from any of the rather nosy student body of NCR late into the night. He was out past his bedtime and his eyes grew heavy but he finished the potion and snuck into your own dorm to slip an invitation for tea under your door.

“They’ll be here soon,” Riddle mumbled to himself as straightened out the cups sitting on the table for the 10th time that afternoon. To give you the potion discreetly, he thought inviting you for tea would be perfect. He made sure that the recipe for the potion he chose was tasteless, odorless, and didn’t have any adverse effects on you or the hot temperature of the tea. Everything was perfect, of course, nothing less would come from the Queen. 

“I’m not late, am I?” 

Riddle turned to the source of the question with a polite smile, “No,” he glanced at the watch on his wrist, “In fact, you’re perfectly on time, Reader.” Riddle motioned you over and pulled out your seat, you bowed to the redhead before taking your seat. He poured your drinks and sat down quickly after that, no doubt that there was a rule about how long you must be seated after your guest you thought. 

“I’m honored you invited me to tea, Riddle,” you smiled, “It’s been a while since we’ve hung out.” 

Riddle agreed, “Both of us have been busy.” 

You nodded, “Yes, midterms have been stressful, to say the least, but I know you’re doing amazing.” 

“You flatter me too much,” Riddle took a sip of tea, he noted that you hadn’t taken a sip yet and chose his next words carefully,  “But you are busier than me, yes? I mean you’re in a thriving relationship right now. That must take a lot out of you.”

Your eyes sparkled at the mention of your relationship, “Kalim is an amazing guy, I’m so lucky to have such a beautiful, kind love! Actually, I was with him before coming here. Honestly, Scarabia is my second home at this point! Hmm…but for what you said, being in a relationship doesn’t make me busier in any way, I just find ways to intermingle Kalim into my usual responsibilities!”

“Oh yes, you two are quite… inseparable.” 

You laughed and continued your mini-rambling about Kalim. Riddle only mentally punched himself, noting that you still hadn’t touched your cup.  

“...And I think I’ve helped Kalim with his grade just a bit while keeping mine up! Oh god, I’m rambling, aren’t I? I’m so sorry, I always get carried away talking about him, I do really love him a lot!” You finish, taking a long swing of your tea and Riddle celebrates a bit in his mind. It was about time, god. 

“It’s fine, everyone can see how much you two care for each other,” Riddle gave you a polite smile, “Makes me hope I can find someone for myself one day.” 

By the end of your tea with Riddle, Kalim somehow didn’t come up anymore and you were back to your calm nature. You thanked Riddle for the afternoon tea and rushed off, saying that you had some dorm activities to take care of. Riddle smiled to himself, you were back to normal right? So that meant you were actually under a spell, huh? 

“It’s too early to celebrate, Riddle!” Riddle was speaking aloud to himself as he cleaned up, “The book I got the potion recipe from said it could be anywhere from ten minutes to 24 hours to take full effect so I’ll reach out to them again in two days…just to be sure!” 

Riddle heard you and Kalim before he saw you two and he knew that the potion didn’t work. You both were loud, giggling in the school’s courtyard during lunch. 

“Hey, I was gonna eat that!” Kalim whined, loudly, “Sweetheart~! Gimme a piece…sunshine, please!” 

“Beg a bit more, handsome~!” 

Riddle mentally punched himself for doubting how much you truly loved Kalim. I mean, why would Kalim even use a spell to make you fall in love? It was nothing like him! Doubting his fellow classmate and house warden was so unbecoming!

“You look perplexed.” 

Riddle nearly jumped two feet in the air and turned to whoever spooked him, “J-Jamil, at least warn someone when you’re gonna talk! Honestly, you nearly scared me half to death. Have you no manners?” 

“I could ask you the same thing, eavesdropping on Kalim and Reader like this,” Jamil said, expression unchanging. 

Riddle cleared his throat and tried to come up with a convincing lie, “I was just…jealous of how in love they were, that’s all.”

Jamil shook his head, “It’s hard to believe to most, I’ve noticed. Even some go as far as saying Reader is under some spell.” 

Riddle fidgeted a bit and Jamil continued, taking notice of Riddle’s slight change in demeanor, “I asked them about it once actually, they’re very aware of what people think. They told me that being with Kalim gave them a kind of peace that they haven’t felt in a long time where they felt they could shed any layers that had been built and just exist. A nonjudgemental, radiating love that’s the type of love they receive from Kalim. One that’s their haven.” 

An understanding of your relationship finally reached Riddle and he smiled softly,  “That’s…lovely. Thank you for telling me, Jamil.” 

Riddle walked off and sighed. Not only did he reach an understanding of your relationship but he reached an understanding of his own—his thoughts on love or rather preconceptions of what love can look like are completely wrong. 

“Perhaps I am actually jealous…of love,” Riddle whispered to himself, “Yes, I think that’s quite right.”

Jamil Viper

Jamil knew all about the rumors that exacerbated his relationship with Reader, they were stupid, at least to him. The two of you got together long before your relationship went public, so why was it so unbelievable that you loved him as much as you did? That sweet, caring side of yours was for him and him alone. Isn’t it normal for people to act slightly differently around their significant others? Why was your change the talk of campus? More importantly, why was it so unbelievable that you could be that happy with him?! The scowl on Jamil’s face grew more and more as he thought about the rumors of him “lovepotioning” you. 

You weren’t lovepotioned! You were just a damn simp! 

A groan escaped his lips and his bad mood could be felt by anyone walking near the sophomore in the halls. Irritating, stupid, dumbasses—everyone at Night Raven, except you. Jamil couldn’t stand them. He made a sharp turn and arrived at his destination, his locker. Swiftly putting in the combination, the locker opened with a loud unintentional bang that echoed bringing almost every conversation in the hall to an abrupt stop and all attention to the vice house warden. 

“What a downer,” some Heartslabyul student said, eyeing Jamil, talking just loud enough for him to hear, “I can’t believe Reader’s with that. No way it’s willingly.” 

“Come on, man don’t say that! He could hear you, he’s right there,” another Heartslabyul  student said to his friend. 

“There are rumors of him using some sort of spell on Reader,” A Pomefiore student spoke up next, “Such as love spells or potions.” 

Jamil pretended not to hear the conversation behind him. 

Don’t entertain stupid people, Jamil.

They’re not worth your time, Jamil. 

That’s what he kept telling himself at least, as he urged his school supplies into his bag faster.

“Don’t care, I mean you’ve seen how the Reader gushes over him. It’s unnatural,” the student crossed their arms, “The love spell rumors have to be true. How does the usually silent, calm, oh-so-ever-popular, and cute barista of Monstro Lounge suddenly become a mindless simp for him! Besides, they could do so much better looks-wise. I mean I think Reader and I would look so much better together…” 

A loud bang rang through the hall, intentional this time as Jamil slammed his locker shut, almost breaking the old, rusted hinges of it. The students who were talking about him stopped, knowing that this was their fault. An eerie silence was setting in the hall and once again Jamil knew all eyes were on him again.

Don’t entertain stupid people, it never ends well. His motto is, you should know. Yet in a moment, the silk-city native found himself in front of the group of gossips. Why? He didn’t know. Maybe he simply had enough. With an icy glare and venom dripping off his tongue, he spoke, “Care to say all that to me directly?” 

The students shook their heads quickly and started stuttering out excuses. 

Jamil clicked his tongue and walked off, he wasn’t a jester meant to entertain after all. 

If God didn’t like Jamil Viper, he could have said that. First, the interaction in the hall, and now here he was standing in Azul’s VIP room. Tweedledee and Tweedledum, Jamil’s mental nicknames for the Leech twins, stood on opposite sides of their boss's desk. A cold and calculated smile from Tweedledee contrasted Tweedledum’s almost crazed look and Azul, of course, sat and smiled at Jamil. 

Jamil wanted to run off or kill them, but he wasn’t sure which yet. 

How did he wind up here exactly? He just wanted to see you, his love, and the only thing keeping him sane at this point but as fate would have it before he could make it to the post that you worked in the lounge today, he was hauled here by the devil’s twin sons.

“Jamil, it’s always nice to see you,” Azul finally spoke, breaking the heavy silence of the room. 

Jamil rolled his eyes, “Funny, I never find myself wanting to see you or them.” 

“You wound me,” the Housewarden covered his heart as if in pain but the playful tint in his eyes contrasted the gesture, “And here I thought we had something special.” 

“What do you want this time?” 

It was Jade who spoke up next, “We know all about the rumors plaguing your relationship with Reader and wanted to clear them up.” 

Floyd cracked his knuckles, “Starfishie is my favorite starfish so if you’re hurting ‘em, I’m gonna have to squeeze ya really tight. Better not be usin’ love potions and spells on ‘em!” 

“You also think I used a love potion on them?” Jamil questioned, “You’ve got to be kidding.” 

“Not exactly,” Azul said pushing up his glasses, “I mean you wouldn’t have to with your signature spell.”  

The implication that he would use his signature spell on you was enough to make Jamil snap.

Through gritted teeth, the vice warden spoke, “Why would you think such a thing? Do you know how much worse that is than thinking I used a potion or some regular dumb spell?” 

Azul’s smile faded, “You act as though you haven’t tried to use it already once to get your way.” 

“And you act as though that ended well!” Jamil raised his voice, “As though you don’t know how I almost ruined my life.” 

“Watch ya tone, sea snake,” Floyd began to walk toward Jamil but Azul’s hand going up swiftly stopped him. 

“The love you have for Reader and the contempt…the hatred you had for Kalim are two sides of the same coin,” Jade spoke as smoothly as ever, “You would understand our worry if you were on our side looking in, would you not?”

“No, because I know how to mind my business, unlike other people at this godforsaken school!” Jamil spoke harshly but his thought was cut short by a knock at the door. 

“Get the door, Floyd,” Azul commanded and Floyd did with no protest, glaring Jamil down as he passed him on the way. He swung the door open and revealed the annoyed form of you at the door.

“Starfishie!” Floyd’s mood seemed to perk up as he greeted you, ushering you in. 

Jamil turned to face you, the scowl he had been sporting for his previous conversation hadn’t left yet. You walked over to him and clung onto his arm, pulling him close before speaking, “I wasn’t expecting you here, love.” 

“I came to see you but Azul wanted to talk,” was all he replied. 

You nodded and then turned to address Azul, “I just came to tell you that the business partner you were expecting is here and that I’ve already clocked out and done all the pre-closing I could for the evening and night shifts.” 

“Thank you, Reader,” Azul continued, “Jade, Floyd, please go greet our guest.” 

The two twins left and Jamil shifted a bit under your grip, you let go and spoke to him, “I’ll meet you up in my room, I have one more thing to talk to Azul about.” 

Jamil nodded and kissed your cheek, without acknowledging Azul. He was thankful that he could leave, any more time in that room wouldn’t have ended well for him or for your boss. You watched your boyfriend leave, only being satisfied when you heard the click of the door meeting the lock and footsteps echoing away.  

“I heard everything, Azul,” You said. 

“I know, I wasn’t expecting anyone important here today,” Azul cleared his throat, “A clever lie, on your part.”  

“I understand why you decided to question Jamil, I know the rumors surrounding our relationship but you took it too far. I love him and that shouldn’t be questioned by you or anyone. He didn’t need a love potion to have my heart, he had it before he even knew,” You turned to leave, “Besides, I asked him to be mine, not the other way around. If anything it would have been me to put a spell on him.” 

As you left, the twins took your place inside Azul’s office. You gave them both an aggravated glance before heading to your room. 

“I don’t like the look starfishie just gave me, do they know?” Floyd pouted, “Awww they’re not gonna let me squeeze ‘em for like a week now that they’re mad!” 

Azul brushed off Floyd’s comments, “Make sure the rumors about Jamil and Reader stop completely, do whatever you like in order to make it happen.” 

Jade bowed a bit, “Of course.” 

Azul rolled his eyes and grabbed his pen from its holder, “It’s the least I can do, after all.” 

Ruggie Bucchi

It wasn’t surprising that rumors always were popping up about your relationship with Ruggie. Ruggie wasn’t known to be trusting, even less so affectionate. Everyone knew that the unofficial vice house warden of Savanaclaw always puts himself first, others only came second and only when he knew he could get something out of it. Well, at least that’s how it was before you wormed your way into his heart. Ruggie looks out for both of you, thank you very much. But, combined with Ruggie’s usual self-preserving attitude and your 180 change when talking about the hyena beastmen everyone came up with a new convincing rumor that would ‘prove’ why you both were together.

He had used a love potion to make you fall in love with him! Duh! 

Yet, even though this rumor was so persistent no one actually bothered to question either of you. I mean if someone truly thought you were “love potioned”, don’t you think someone would try to help you from your non-consensual love? Slip a cure into your drink? Question you? Question Ruggie? 

No, seems like no one cared about you that much, or more like the right person hadn’t heard just yet. 

Silver had just woken up after falling asleep in class, he cursed to himself about it and looked around. Most people were already gone but a few others stuck around, chatting amongst their friends. Silver ignored them and started gathering his stuff to leave.

“Have you heard about Reader?” A student near him spoke to their friend, “Heard that Ruggie lovepotioned them.” 

Silver started gathering his stuff a bit slower.

“What? A love potion? Hmm, I guess it makes sense, I mean have you seen how they dote on Ruggie, it's so odd. And like, they only act like that around him or when talking about him!” 

“Yeah, that’s why people think they’re lovepotioned,” The other student replied, “Anyways, I hope it's just a dumb rumor. Ruggie can be…questionable sometimes but I can’t imagine him doing something like that you know?” 

Silver left the class with a bitter taste in his mouth. Was his friend really lovepotioned? Every rational thought in him said no but isn’t there a possibility? Before he knew it, he found himself confiding in his father about what he heard after class today. 

“If they were truly lovepotioned, the only way to reverse those effects would be drinking an antidote,” Lilia explained, “Love potions are odd, most don’t work the way people think they do so it’s unlikely they’re actually under any effects.”

“So I shouldn’t worry?” Silver questioned. 

“They’re odd,” Lilia explained again, “But then again this school is full of gifted youths who are often misguided, there’s a possibility. How about we create an antidote for this hypothetical love potion and you find a way to give it to them?”

Silver nodded, “If they’re not under the effects of anything, what would happen?” 

“Nothing, everything would be the same and Reader would never know what they drank. You would have to slip it into a drink of theirs though.” 

“Kalim’s throwing a party tomorrow, they should be there,” Silver bit his thumb, deep in thought, “I should be able to do it then.” 

Lilia giggled, “Perfect! Well, let’s get to work shall we?”

Kalim’s parties were usually extravagant, but this one was particularly much. The whole school had to be here, no doubt. Scarabia’s dorm never felt so small as Silver shifted through the crowd, looking for you. 

“Silver!” 

His head turned towards a familiar voice and a smile rose to his face. 

“Hey! You made it!” You greeted him with a small hug and Silver noted that you had a drink already in hand.

Well, that certainly made his job easier. 

“Yeah, I wasn’t expecting this much though,” Silver glanced around, a lot of unfamiliar party-goers seemed to show up. He even caught a glimpse of Riddle and his Vice Warden coming in earlier. His thoughts then shifted, you were alone—Ruggie wasn’t around, “Where’s Ruggie?”

“Food tables,” You giggled, “I was heading over there soon but I didn’t want to lose one of the only seats still here.” 

“I can sit here and you can go grab some stuff,” Silver offered. 

“Great! Hold my drink, please, I’m gonna need both my hands and I will make sure to grab enough for my bestie!” You promised before handing over your drink and disappearing into the crowd. 

Huh. This was going surprisingly well. Silver grabbed the small vial of the antidote out of his jacket pocket and slipped it into your drink. He waited for you before spotting both you and Ruggie with a surprising amount of food between the both of you. 

“I'm back! Thanks, Silver,” you grabbed your drink back from the Diasomnia sophomore. 

Silver nodded. You three shared the food amongst yourselves and hung out for the rest of the night. Silver noted how much you just seemed to love Ruggie, your whole demeanor was just different around him. There was a sparkle in your eyes only for him and you had a different air around you, love, Silver thought. The same was for Ruggie too, which the rumors didn’t note as much as they did your change. 

Love was supposed to look like that, was it not? At least that’s what he thought and what he picked up through stories Lilia sometimes told about the various lovers he’s had throughout the ages. So unsurprisingly, after a week there wasn’t a change in your behavior. Of course, you weren’t lovepotioned but a pang of strong guilt wrapped around Silver for doubting Ruggie and, by extension you. 

He had to come clean to you both about everything. So here he was in Savanaclaw’s common room confessing his sins and expecting some divine judgment from you two. 

“So…that’s everything. I’m sorry for doubting you Ruggie, I should have just asked.” 

Ruggie smiled and ducked his head low, “I can’t believe you would doubt me.” 

Silver gulped, “I really, really was stupid-”  

Silver was cut off by the sound of laughter from Ruggie. 

“God, I’m SO sorry but I tried to take this seriously but geez you look like you just killed someone’s cat and it’s killing me,” Ruggie explained through his laughing fits. 

You elbowed your boyfriend but still was laughing, “Stop! He’s sincerely sorry! It’s not funny!” 

“Why are you laughing then, huh?” Ruggie wiped away tears, elbowing you back.

“Am not!” You coughed and gained your composure, “Silver.” 

“Um…yes?” He questioned, not sure of what exactly was going on.

“I’m so honored that you care about me so much that you would make an antidote for me, truly the bestest friend I’ve ever had. You know no one else would do that, all my other friend’s just like…have stopped talking to me,” You roll your eyes, “You are forgiven.” 

“Thank you,” Silver bowed. 

“BUT!” You added loudly, “Now I owe my significant idiot, money!” 

“What do you mean?” Silver asked, confused once again. 

“We made’a bet. I said that if you found out about the rumor you would try to make an antidote or confront me, but they said you had to already know and decided not to do anything. Shihihi~ How great for me!” 

Silver just smiled at you both, no doubt that you two were made for each other.  

#twisted wonderland scenarios #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland #twst scenarios #twst fic #twisted wonderland fic #kalim al asim #jamil viper #jamil x reader #kalim x reader #ruggie bucchi #ruggie bucci x reader #does ncr have lockers #the end of kalims kinda made me :((( cause riddle #twst x reader #twst imagines

[dark-elf-writes]

Most op little Hatakes here we come. Fully learning a ton of Kakashi’s techniques

Naruto and his terrifying children take over the world.

No one can figure out how he’s so good at explaining lightning release techniques when he can’t actually do them but he just shrugs and smiles. At least until after the founding of Konoha he regales everyone with the story of “that time I became a fox kebab and still didn’t take it as the break up it was”. Everyone is horrified… except the Uchiha’s who just kinda nod like it makes total sense.

#the elf talks #naruto #time travel au

[gonzo-rella]

Revenge in Red | Nadja of Antipaxos

MASTERLIST | AO3 | KO-FI

Relationship(s): Nadja of Antipaxos x gn!familiar!reader (implied romantic), Guillermo de la Cruz x gn!familiar!reader (platonic)

Summary: When someone flirts with you, Nadja goes feral.

Warnings: Unwanted flirtation and blood. (Let me know if I need to add any)

Word count: 0.5k

(A/N: This takes place vaguely pre-season 4. Ever since I watched the women’s cricket with my grandma yesterday, I’ve been having a ‘God I love women so much’ couple of days. That possibly sounded creepier than intended. Anyway, I’d love some requests for female (and non-male) characters, especially Nadja my beloved. I need to write more for Nadja.)

You were sure Guillermo could sense your discomfort and lack of interest, so why couldn’t this random guy? You didn’t even remember his name, for fuck’s sake. 

Ever since you’d wandered into the room for familiars, he’d been complimenting you, holding your arm, getting uncomfortably close as he regaled you with vampiric tales (many of which you doubted were true). He ignored all the times you recoiled from his touch and scrunched up your nose. Part of you had to wonder if he was an energy vampire, since each word he said added weight to your eyelids.

It wasn’t as though you had anywhere else you could go. After all, you were at some vampire nightclub. Were you to leave the room on your own, you were sure it wouldn’t be long before you became a meal.

“Do you think you’d maybe wanna grab a drink some time?” he asked. “My master only gives me one day off a week, but he usually lets me pick which day.”

“I really can’t.” you insisted with a shake of your head. “My master and mistress... they never give me any time off.”

For a moment, you forgot that you were lying. It was only recently that Nadja (much to Laszlo’s annoyance) had finally started to give you days off.

“Why don’t I give you my number, then?” he suggested (though it wasn’t much of a ‘suggestion’). He pulled a pen out of his pocket, grabbed your wrist and began to write a series of digits on your arm. “I know being a familiar’s hectic-”

The door slammed open.

“Y/N! Gizmo!” Nadja announced. “We’re heading off!”

Her brows furrowed as she glanced between you and the guy. She marched up to the pair of you.

“What the fuck are you doing to my familiar?” she questioned. “What are those runes you’ve scribbled all over them?”

She shoved him off you, grabbed him by the collar and pinned him against the wall.

“I was just giving them my number!”

“Giving them ink poisoning, more like!” Nadja sneered.

Nadja scanned you up and down.

“Was this foolish man bothering you, my silly little human?” she asked sweetly.

“Kinda.” you admitted. “He kept flirting with me. And, he grabbed my arm and wrote his number on it without asking.”

Nadja’s head whipped back around so that she was looking at the guy again. His face fell as she sent him an icy glare.

“Whoa whoa whoa!” he exclaimed, writhing beneath Nadja’s grip. “I thought they were into me.”

“Into you?” Nadja scoffed. “Don’t be stupid!”

You and Guillermo exchanged a nervous glance. The guy’s chest rose and fell rapidly as he stared wide-eyed at your mistress.

“Who is your master?” she demanded.

“Sergio the Merciless.” he squeaked.

"Alright, then.”

He appeared to relax momentarily. Before this calmness could completely set in, Nadja sank her teeth into his neck. A horrified scream escaped his lips as you and Guillermo were splattered with his blood.

After a few moments of sucking on his neck, Nadja pulled away and discarded him on the floor. She turned to Guillermo. Her teeth were stained red and blood trickled down her chin. You swallowed your saliva and watched her cautiously.

“Gizmo,” she began sharply. “Find out where this Sergio the Merciless lives and send him a new familiar.”

“But-”

Guillermo didn’t have time to finish his protest.

Nadja seized your arm and guided you to the door.

“Come along, my sweet little thing.” she cooed, pinching your cheek. “That vile creature can’t hurt you anymore.”

#nadja of antipaxos x reader #nadja of antipaxos #nadja what we do in the shadows #guillermo de la cruz #wwdits x reader #wwdits #what we do in the shadows x reader #What We Do in the Shadows #x reader #x gn!reader #x gn reader #x gender neutral!reader #x gender neutral reader

[polyamanga]

It's not canon, but the main trio of "When the Third Wheel Strikes Back" has nice poly vibes.

Oh, a webtoon! I don't think I've gotten very many webtoon recs.

The blonde one reminds me of Italy from Hetalia...the kinda vacant-happy expression and the big floppy ahoge lol. But I love the design for the fem lead, I love long pink hair in regal ponytails like that.

When Yeseo Jung wakes up one day, he finds himself trapped inside the body of Jesse Venetiaan, the ill-fated second male lead of a mega-hit fantasy romance novel “I Quit My Job, then I Became the Princess Bride.” It turns out this second male lead is destined to die at war, trying to protect the male lead. Yeseo’s goal is to avoid getting entangled with the main characters and survive until the war is over, all while searching for a way to return home safe and sound. But the female lead, Christelle, and the male lead, Cedric, keep approaching him…

#When The Third Wheel Strikes Back #asks #recommendations #anonymous

[mbat]

every day i wonder what happened during the design process of equestria girls for them to all come out the way they did. i can see where the skirts thing came from cause they wanted them to be undeniably girly i guess or whatever but. every other weird decision is just confusing

like fluttershys whole outfit, the shortish skirt but especially the tank top. maybe its meant to indicate that shes outdoors a lot with animals, but it completely betrays her shyness and tendency to try and hide herself

they kinda messed up big mac and shining armor? mostly shining armor. his jaw could slice metal. why he look like that

also i only realized while looking at the characters that. okay i was just going to say 'lol cheerilees hair is stupid its like 1 foot taller than her head, why didnt they just give her normal bangs wtf' and i still mean that but then i realized... they swapped her mane and fur colors for her human counterpart ??? so now her usually darker coat and light hair became dark hair and light skin ??

which leads me to the point about the skin colors being weird. like. i dont like how they lightened them up, i dont like how aj and big mac have human skin colors (i have to assume maybe they thought for them that the colors looked bad, or possibly even close to caricature territory, especially with big mac), and the way they outright lightened up the colors of at least 2 normally darker ponies? like i said, cheerilee, but also

luna. even back when i first saw the movie and adored it, i DID NOT like the princesses designs. how did they fuck up some of the best characters in the show, especially the ones that are the prettiest (imo).

i would say that of the 3, cadence is the most okay design (i know we dont see her in the first movie just roll with me here). its clearly her, she looks like her and has her vibe (visually), all around not bad. not necessarily my favorite, theres still something slightly off? but it doesnt rub me the wrong way

celestia... i dont like her vibe. who is she. shes light pink and she has hair spikeys that are meant to look like a crown but just made it look like she didnt brush her hair properly. she has celestias hair but her face does not read like celestia to me. she looks like an imposter. where is my mother

and finally. the pinnacle of the issues with the designs. luna.

WHO IS SHE. THAT OUTFIT? NOT LUNA. THAT HAIR? YOU WOULDVE BEEN BETTER OFF JUST DOING A GRADIENT. OR PUTTING IN LITTLE STAR HAIR CLIPS. THAT FACE? THATS SOMEONES WINE MOM WHO SINGS EXTRA LOUD AT CHURCH. same critique about the hair spikeys as before. AND THE SKIN??? HELLO??? THE PRINCESS OF THE NIGHT GOT TURNED INTO PRINCESS OF MIDDAY. WHY.

the design of the show vs the movies is, i guess now literally, night and day. pony luna is so inspired and pretty and meant to invoke such regality, its very clear what her theme is, and she very much sticks out amongst the others, both in shape and details!

but the human version feels generic, she could easily be a background character (and she basically was), she feels unfinished, the colors on their own arent the worst but moreso feel insulting when compared to the original (i like the addition of pink/pinkish purple to the palette, but not so much to luna as a character. it just isnt her imo), she doesnt even look like an authority figure aside from obviously looking older than the other characters, let alone being someone meant to be somewhat equivalent to royalty. also again she was a minor character here but its like... her pony version has such a stone strong personality, both when shes freshly back from the moon and later on when shes more grounded and princess-like. human luna is just... generic teacher person. did human luna even ever experience significant isolation and feeling completely unseen by everyone she cared about? doubt it.

and yeah, they significantly lightened her skin ?? why ?? theres literally no reason to do that? she wouldnt look like a caricature unless you somehow chose the wrong colors (how possibly would you), and its not exactly impossible to draw characters with darker skin, again her pony form literally has a dark coat !! but also plenty of people have redesigned her human form to have the right skin color and they look great!! and in general obviously theres plenty of characters with dark skin, like... what was the reason they did that. it just feels gross.

dont cross me when it comes to luna dude i love her so much

anyway yeah its been over 10 years since EG first aired and i loved it back then and i still love it but i think a lot more about character designs now. mlp g4 is known for having these really pleasant and well put together designs with lovely colors (for the most part), its so weird how that gets easily messed up, like in g5, but also still in g4 itself(in the spinoffs and the main show lol)? wish i had the motivation to redesign them all lol, i probably will someday. please go look at redesigns theyre very lovely

#mlp #my post #long post #my little pony #equestria girls #in which i talk a lot. this was obviously an excuse to rant about the luna choices #luna was one of the first characters i ever related to dude dont fuck with me when it comes to her !!!! #i actually like the decision to keep the characters mostly whimsical colored as humans since its the colorful pony franchise #and it also means they ideally wouldnt be excluding or alienating anyone by having to choose canon human skin colors #but that second one really falls flat with the lightening and also aj is literally. human skin colored instead of orange #man can you imagine being paid to design human luna and you make her look like that. and somehow shes approved #it costs 0.00$ to not do that. or maybe it cost them money idk but like. i have to wonder if #if they ever made her look like herself in concept or she always looked like that #cause if she ever looked like herself in concept. why change her. #i could probably answer some of my own questions through google but. its late and im tired #its Free to make a dark skinned character and make them look good. it costs nothing. and its easy.

[thewomenofwindsor]

You're so right in sayìng that William and Kate don't really want the job. I think that William sees the life of his aristo friends, living a rich life without the pressure of royal life and the media exposure, and wants that life.

Let's not forget that he only became a full time working royal in 2017, in his mid 30s. He was accused for years, when he was dating Kate to do as much military training as possible, not only because he didn't want to commit but because he wanted to stay away from royal duties.

Ad for Kate, the narrative from the haters is that she's an ambitious, calculating woman who will do anything to become Queen but that's clearly not the case.

She clearly loves William a lot because poor girl was torn apart by the press and stalked by the paparazzis with no protection for years. She was already in the aristo circle. She could've done a Pippa, married a rich guy and a rich, peaceful life on the countryside but she didn't.

Observing her over the years, you can tell that what she loves the most is being a stay at home mum with her children. Everything in her life is centered around them, even her work schedule.

I've always said that royal life isn't really for her. You can just tell. Yes, her regal image is pretty perfect but as far as her work ethic, it took her 7-8 years to start a solo project and even since then, she's not doing enough. There's been complaints for years that she doesn't visit her patronages that often. She's had the lowest number of engagements pretty much every year since getting married. Her and William would sometimes work a lot for a week then disappear for two. Let's not forget that they were MIA for over a month before the coronation week and never work when their kids are on school breaks.

Agreed on a lot. I appreciate after the wedding and even before with William not being a full time royal...but i think it went on for longer than needed...i know they had a small family but i just don't understand people..like they can do three engagements per week and i'm kinda fine with that.

As of now, William is slightly better but yeah overall i don't think they care if the royal family was abolished...its such a stark contrast when you hear Victoria talk about her role.

But yes, consistency is a big issue..and tbh, Kate did amazing one year ...can't remember when , but then the year after...nowhere near it...its wild.

#royal talk