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finniestoncrane · 1 year

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(Please do this request when youre ready and relaxed enough for it ♡ i know you get a million of these and i dont wanna put pressure on you for thus ;w; )

I always loved the idea of soft arkham knight scarecrow. Mans always working himself and doesnt want to take time off for himself, but sees y/n(or reader really) inna soft type of way. Of course hes an ass or just mean sometimes, but those tender moments? Just jon gazing (or just staring holes) into his lovers eyes and promise hell burn the world for them, these tend to come out during sex or when hes beat tired.

Maybe something like jon hurting himself, and at first hes defensive and pushing away, til reader finally tells him he needs help with that atleast, so he allows it and it turns to a soft moment with kissss and gentle words qwq ❤🥺

Just,, soft jon is my fave, even if its little to none

Again!! Pls dont rush this and make sure youre in a good mental spot to do this ❤ i dont wish to stress you out with more request Q-Q

Tender

Arkham!Scarecrow x GN!Reader, word count: 500 as if i needed tender by blur to carry more emotional weight, but anyway i love soft jon, i love boys who are the masters of fear because underneath they're just very scared 🧡🎃 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: injury, blood, kissing

From the other side of the makeshift ‘lab’ you heard the gentle tinkling of smashed glass hitting the floor, turning quickly to find Jonathan kneeling, balanced on his weaker leg, lifting the pieces from the ground.

“Do you need help?”

“Perfectly capable, thank you.”

You approached him anyway, slowly, quietly, until you noticed that one of the shards had cut his thumb which was now bleeding profusely, droplets spilling onto the floor, mixing with the orange liquid that oozed into the cracks in the tiles.

“Oh no, you dropped a vial of the toxin?”

“Plenty more.”

“Your thumb, Jon…”

“Also fine.”

“But, the wound is open and the toxin-”

“It doesn’t have any effect on me anymore.”

He was indeed immune to the effects, either inherently or through years of exposure, but it was the blood that caused you concern.

“You’re bleeding though. A lot. Let me clean it up for you, please.”

Placing gloves over your hands, you cleaned up the wound, making sure there was no glass left embedded into his cracked, filthy finger. It was deep enough to warrant a couple of stitches, something Jonathan was more than happy to allow you to do for him.

“This might sting.”

“I’m very used to this specific pain.”

You tried to smile at the humour, dark as it was, but you knew it came from a place of genuine hurt. As you watched him surreptitiously out of the corner of your eye, he yawned, and you felt something invisible but strong tugging at your heart.

“You know, Jon… you should get some sleep. You don’t need to do everything alone, or be awake when I’m awake. There’s no need to be a martyr to the cause.”

He looked at himself in the dull reflection of the metal table.

“I’m afraid I already am.”

Bypassing the social conventions set in place by the nature of your working relationship, you took his cheek in your hand, turning him to face you, offering him a smile, his cold skin warming under your palm quickly.

As you only just grew accustomed to the fact that he had allowed such a close, intimate gesture to go unchecked, you were quickly taken aback as he leaned in, grabbing your face, pressing his lips to yours.

The kiss took your breath away, how surprisingly tender it was, the feeling behind it. A drop of passion, a hint of desperation, vulnerability. And when your lips had parted, he remained close, stopping for a moment to catch his breath with his forehead against yours.

And when you had prepared yourself for the sweet moment to end, he quickly turned his head, a kiss on your cheek, the side of your neck, round to the front as his hands found your thighs, clawing at them. You inhaled sharply, tossing your head back to allow him more room to explore you, but he was done. It was over.

He pulled away, uttering a soft thank you before returning to the work bench. Tender, sweet, healing. You hoped he would remember the gesture, and the unspoken commitment to providing him with more when needed.

#finnie writes #batman #fanfic #scarecrow #jonathan crane #scarecrow imagine #scarecrow smut #scarecrow x reader #rogues gallery #batman rogues #scarecrow x you

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hebimoonlightwrites · 1 year

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I would like to request aoi, hajun, allen and kanata with a very curvy and voluptuous mc with some belly, if possible could you add a bit of nsfw :) thanks bby #Hebi100Special aaa I forgot to put the hashtag, hereee, sorry ; ^;

Writer's corner: This was supposed to be part of my Special 100 but unfortunately it's the 12th one I got qwq so... I'm posting it now. But thank you, anon, for requesting! It's so cute and adorable!! Hope you'll enjoy the reading! If not, please, let me know. Also I'll make it gn! Hope it's fine for you! Tell me if not~ Enjoy~

Warnings: cuddle, tender moment but slight NSFW

⋆𝐀𝐨𝐢, 𝐇𝐚𝐣𝐮𝐧, 𝐀𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐊𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐚⋆ 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐩𝐭��𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐠𝐧!𝐦𝐜

⋆When Aoi saw mc for the first time, they got surprised by how beautiful mc was.

⋆They seriously managed to get Aoi's attention simply smiling, while they were passing by with their friends.

⋆And it was felt like magic by the prince of Visty.

⋆Certainly Aoi must have considered mc to be the right one

⋆They seriously were!

⋆The feelings the prince got weren't those ones felt for a simple crush.

⋆That was love at the first sight.

⋆And Aoi thought to be the right one.

⋆What they really liked of mc?

⋆Their cuteness, of course.

⋆The fact that their laughter was so simply innocent and adorable.

⋆And their curvy and voluptuous body.

⋆Yeah.. It was considered to be voluptuous by the prince themselves.

⋆Those curves were so damn hot that Aoi couldn't help but imagine his hands on them.

⋆They couldn't help but imagine themselves whispering sweet compliments to mc's ears in the dark of their room.

⋆But it didn't take a lot until Aoi's dreams came true.

⋆"My prince/princess... Look at yourself... You're beautiful.."

⋆Aoi would whisper in the dark for the umpteenth time and come back to massage mc's body.

⋆They would reach the hips, those curvy and adorably sexy hips of them.

⋆Aoi would smile gently as always and would compliment mc again for being so gorgeous.

⋆I feel like the prince would do it more if they knew that mc is a kind of insecure about their own body.

⋆So if mc was, then Aoi wouldn't waste a minute and start listing all the parts they love of mc's body.

⋆Aoi wouldn't want their adorable prince/princess to feel ugly when mc is actually the light to them.

⋆They would do everything to make them feel gorgeous and beautiful.

⋆Even stopping his fingers on some stretch marks mc would have (of course if they had any).

⋆Aoi's pale body would be on mc's one as the prince would giggle softly.

⋆"I cannot find any word to describe how beautiful you are and how happy I am to have you in my life... I love you."

⋆Hajun with a curvy mc?

⋆That's interesting.

⋆As we know, he's a model.

⋆So I'm imagining him meeting mc while he's getting prepared for a photoshoot.

⋆He'd be surprised by mc's beauty and voluptuous body (just like Aoi would).

⋆And I feel like Hajun would even try to convince mc to pose for photos, after knowing them of course.

⋆Since Hajun would actually love mc's body and personality.

⋆He'd generally act sadistically.

⋆But I think he'd seriously think that mc is truly beautiful and deserves some attention too.

⋆I mean..

⋆Imagine him posing, even wearing fashioned and branded clothes, with a curvy and voluptuous model beside!

⋆OMG. I need to see something like this!

⋆It'd be amazing, don't you think?

⋆Of course that sexy power of them would manage to get also Hajun's mind.

⋆Hajun would imagine himself, doing what he wants to mc..

⋆..touching what he wants and to hear their voice softly moaning of pleasure in the middle of the night.

⋆It'd be divine for him and I feel like he'd try to cover the fact that he'd look forward to that moment.

⋆Of course after time mc and Hajun would find themselves one on the other's naked body.

⋆The bed sheets would be the only thing to half-cover them, while Hajun would stare at mc's eyes.

⋆They would be under him, looking at his eyes, finally seeing them without sunglasses on.

⋆It'd be romantic and slow.

⋆Hajun would touch that soft skin, loving that body of mc's more than how he would have done before.

⋆He'd kiss it, he'd love it entirely.

⋆"Babe.. Your hips are lovely~"

⋆Allen would meet mc at one of BAE's concert.

⋆He'd look among the crowd of fans and immediately fell for that curvy and gorgeous mc.

⋆That smile of them.

⋆Their expression of realization and that blush.

⋆Of course mc would notice Suzaku's eyes on them.

⋆And it would make them so excited ans happy!

⋆Just like a normal fan would be after getting a simple gaze by their favourite singer or rapper.

⋆Day by day they would get closer until they would finally become a couple.

⋆And yeah...

⋆Sometimes Allen is said to be awkward.

⋆So imagine how flustered and embarrassed he'd get thinking about how sexy mc's curvy hips are.

⋆He'd blush and try to ignore those thoughts until he'd find himself exploring that body of mc's.

⋆Just like a blink.

⋆Allen would even wonder what he is doing there and why does he really feel so necessary to him to touch that body.

⋆Mc would be there, barely covering their own closed eyes, blushing.

⋆I don't know why..

⋆But I feel like they would kinda whisper to Allen something like:

⋆"Please.. Do not look at me-"

⋆And that's when Allen would try to move mc's arms away from their face.

⋆Allen would love to make mc loves their own body..

⋆..to make them appreciate it just as much as he already does.

⋆So that's how I feel he'd uncover mc's face and stare at their sparkling eyes.

⋆Mc would be able to see Allen's phoenix soul through his eyes as these words would resound in the room:

⋆"Mc.. Look at me. Do not cover your face, please. You don't need to be embarrassed... You need to understand that.. You're the most beautiful for me."

⋆Kanata is the best at making the ones he loves feel appreciated.

⋆So that's why I'm sure he'd be incredibly sweet towards mc..

⋆...especially when they're alone, though.

⋆He could have met mc at one of Cozmez's concerts or even simply while walking to a convenience store with the intention to buy something to eat for him and Nayuta.

⋆It doesn't change, though, that mc managed to get his attention.

⋆Kanata would have never thought to get interested in anyone else than Nayuta but...

⋆Mc did it.

⋆How to blame them though?

⋆They're beautiful.

⋆Their face and skin look so perfect.

⋆Their smile is genuinely sweet.

⋆And their body...

⋆Damn!

⋆Their body is so curvy and voluptuous.

⋆It'd be the first time but..

⋆Kanata would feel something strange.

⋆Like the will to hold those tasty hips with his hands.

⋆To even gently and playfully bite them.

⋆And it'd feel strange to him.

⋆After some time though, everything would happen.

⋆Kanata would be there, alone with mc in the dark of that small apartment he and Nayuta call home.

⋆His and mc' bodies against that futon while Kanata would keep at least an hand on one of mc's hips, hugging them.

⋆His kisses against their body would suggest mc that, yes:

⋆He truly loves them.

⋆Contrary to how the others could have treated them..

⋆Well...

⋆He loves them.

⋆Mc's silence would bring Kanata to focus again on their face.

⋆As he'd see some tears on their eyes he'd get closer and kiss them.

⋆"Those bastards who treat you bad are looking for some pain! I will protect you, mc! I promise!"

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nyashykyunnie · 8 months

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I am so sorry to everyone but I rlly cant write anything atm with all my deadlines, I can only manage to come here to randomly drop nonsensical rambles about my daydreams just to comfort myself and destress with all the damn sht I have to do. So please, bear with me in my madness qwq. Jinwoo x Reader idea here we go Jinwoo who used to have a friend, a very sweet friend full of sunshine. A friend that is soft-spoken and awkward, a friend that likes quirky things, a friend that just smiles and laughs nervously because they cant understand anything that you say but doesnt want to be rude, a friend that loves art. They hyperfixate in art, from creating such breath-taking artworks, to intricately pieced short stories that leaves the heart crying for more, to creating handmade stuffed toys all for the sake of healing the inner-child, a friend that loves the sea and the stars, a friend that loves all pretty and simple. And that friend who secretly shows their love to Jinwoo through their crafts. Through those intricate little things, the subtle things, the discreet showing of affection. Jinwoo who is their muse, the muse that they sketch over and over in their sketcbook and in their notebooks whenever they are bored.

Jinwoo who is the main character of those little stories. Of How handsome and charming he was, of how the wind seems to worship every fiber of his being as it caresses his pretty face.

Jinwoo who is the inspiration for every stuffed toy they make, the crocheted octopus, the handmade orcas, the woven teddy bears— They were created with the image of Jinwoo in their mind.

Sung Jinwoo, the person who is the pillar of support that carries their entire being. Jinwoo who inspires them to be more, Jinwoo who brings out the cutest things about them.

Of how an artist loves, of how an author loves, of how a crochetier loves— Of all things a creative person could do— They do it for Jinwoo. The Jinwoo who is their darling, the Jinwoo who is their magnificent and elegant moonlight, the Jinwoo who is their star boy.

The words 'I Love You' will never be spoken by this friend, but Jinwoo can feel all of it. All of that tenderness— He could feel it from each creation they birth from blood sweat and tears.

How beautiful that friend is, that friend who smiles so radiantly whenever they show him the art they have finished. How those little hops happen, those hands that shake so adorably like little cat paws.

Friend? Friend... No. Jinwoo doesnt want them to be his friend anymore, that person is his future, this person... This person is his.

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dumbgothbunny · 2 years

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I loved the new chapter of dollhouse so much! 😍 I love the soft turn it took. You write w such great detail too. I can't wait for more 😭

Ahh thank you QwQ I was worried. It’s still gonna be a dark fic, but yea, Blue being tender is almost as hot as him being a bully ngl

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katsurolle · 3 years

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fakiru week 2021: 1~7 ☆ ☆ coloring • fable • stars • tender • pantomime • falling • hope

am incredibly late but i swore i’d finally join fakiru week this year! it may be the last day, but i did all the prompts anyway because everything i do. hhh. i do for them.

#fakiru week #fakiru week 2021 #my art #fakiru #princess tutu #otp #irl life is. hooboy. but i srsly wanted to make time to draw all these.#plus these pieces. are the first things i made since my tablet came back from repairing so. hhghghgh. so many things so many things #wanna join again next year!!!!#hopefully my sched wont b fucked so i can actually make prettier stuff for them qwq #anyway. heres the explanation for each!!#1) coloring: fakiru messing around while painting with malen!! lil references in fakir n ahiru's canvases owo #2) fable: them as hades and persephone! except its the designs i made for persephone n hades. hehe just thought it fit :>#3) stars: on a lil boat date!!! stars in the sky reflected in ahiru's eyes n the water below #4) tender: just som softe. i love when theyre softe. decided i wanted them to kiss but only for this one....#5) pantomime: based off the royal ballet's swan lake pantomimes !! ahiru signing 'love' and fakir signing 'i promise'. basically—#—i love you. forever; i swear. :"))))))) because you know. promising to be together hehfuhhsjdfbjkd #6) falling: fakir's writing finally paying off one day. ahiru transforming back into a girl and falling into his arms !!#7) hope: just them. shortly after the ending. just makin it thru the days together. one day at a time. looking toward their future together!

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dr-mesmer · 3 years

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(same Anon from yesterday,,, qwq) (but Adamil married life, maybe..? 💍❤️)

Hello my favorite person on this site!💕

Sorry for taking so long, their birthday celebration took lots of time

Married life HERE WE GO

-Their married life actually started few months after the escape

-At first, they had to learn about each other's boundaries

-It was a slow process but the work paid off

-They were finally able to settle in, cherishing the sweet moments of everyday life

-Affection, which came out as rough at first, became much softer

-Emil had to learn how to be gentle

-His whole life was a constant fight for survival

-He wasn't used to soft touches and tender kisses

-But now he didn't have to fight anymore

-Ada, on the other hand, made sure to take his presence into account while doing everyday chores

-She wasn't alone anymore

-She had to learn how to trust Emil and listen to his needs

-With time, they started helping each other to the best of their abilities

-"Look, Ada! I made it! I peeled an apple!"

-"Good job, honey!"

-She already baked an entire pie by that time

-But thanks for trying, Emil!

-To feel needed is actually a part of his treatment

-Ada asks Emil for small favors from time to time

-And it actually makes him happy as he likes being useful

-They do everything together

-Well, almost everything

-Because of the constant stress, Ada still suffers from insomnia

-At night she often wakes up to check on Emil

-His night terrors can get violent and she can't fall asleep knowing that he is pain

-So, mornings are quite lonely for Ada

-While Emil is resting, there is nothing to distract her from the dark, paranoid thoughts

-Yet, all her worries disappear the moment she hears Emil wake up and call for her

-By the time he wakes up, the breakfast is usually ready

-Seeing Ada waiting for him at the table fills his heart with so much joy

-The peacefulness of those mornings is truly irreplaceable

-Ada always makes sure her husband feels cared for

-Thanks to her, his diet is kept rather balanced

-It's not an easy task, of course

-After all, he is a picky eater

-His sense of smell is quite sensitive and he can't force himself to eat certain veggies

-Before Ada adds anything, she asks him to smell it first

-It has to be Emil approvedtm

-He basically eats like a 5 yo

-It may be a bit surprising but Ada is quite picky herself

-Because of her previous life, she is used to a certain level of quality when it comes to food

-And she has a habit of never finishing whatever she's eating

-Emil is happy to eat her leftovers, though!

-He has quite an appetite

-He actually gained some weight since they started living together

-It's a hopeful change, which Ada considers to be a sign of recovery

-She takes really good care of Emil

-And he does the same for her

-There are days when her exhaustion takes over

-It makes her weak, too tired to even do anything

-Whenever it happens, Emil mimicks the things Ada would usually do for him

-He allows her to rest in his arms, fulfilling her every request

-No matter how hard their life gets, they will always support each other ❤

#identity v #idv #idv psychologist #emil mesmer #idv patient #ada mesmer #idv emil #idv ada #headcanons

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blue-bird-kny · 4 years

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Writing night!! Can we maybe get a Mitsuri, Giyu and Tanjiro with an s/o whose baby faced/short but is still rather thick/curvy? Maybe she's bit insecure or bothered by comments made towards her about it? (I suffer/deal with this so it would mean a lot qwq, thank you!!)

I could definitely relate to this on all levels

( 1k. words)

Mitsuri

Mitsuri can’t get enough of you; you are the most adorable thing ever, even when you are telling her off it just looks nice. Like 9 out of 10 times she’s fawning over you and sometimes it feels like a bit much, but she knows your limits.

Mitsuri’s biggest display of affection is physical touch, regardless of where she is. She often has to have her hands on you somehow, running her fingers through your hair or resting her palm on your shoulder, she’ll caress your face soothingly in a crowd of one hundred without a care in the world. Your hands were hers; she toyed with them constantly, tracing the lines of your palm, grazing her nails against the skin or passing her thumb over the back whenever she could get a hold of them- this became something that brought you both comfort.

That was in public though, in the privacy of your homes MItsuri would up the wattage of her touch. On nights she could, she’d drag you to bed earlier then usual only to smoother you benneth her weight. Her hands would leisurely trail the length of your limbs and over your hips in a way that didn’t feel sexual (most of the time), but to confirm that you are here and real in her life. She commits every dip and curve to memory, grateful that she’s the only one who gets to see it, to be yours.

Foul comments from others NEVER go well with her, she didn’t even give them the chance. The only time someone had ever attempted to be rude to you was the only time because Mitsuri too it upon herself to sweetly tell them to ‘Fuck off’; Mitsuri rarly used foul language. You’d confide in her your biggest insecurities and she’d listen intently, not saying a word until she knew your were done, “Y/n you don’t have to do things alone if you don’t want to because I’m here and I think you’re breathtakingly beautiful in all ways” she’d place a passionate kiss to your temple, snuggling into you.

Giyuu:

Giyuu wasn’t very physical, yet his presence was always felt beside you; With him it was a matter of the small things. When he spoke with you, his tone carried the faintest trace of bliss and his eyes a glint of raw affection reserved only for you.

In a way different then most, he too would always have you close, though his affection didn’t come in the form of touch. He left you gifts, things he felt were a necessity, like leaving fruits and sweets (a healthy balance he feels) in the kitchen counter for you to grab or leaving a cup of water on your bed side on morning’s he left early. Sometimes he’ll even leave little notes of encouragement like “Do well today”, even if they are simple and straightforward they made your day better.

It's been said before and will be said again: Giyuu lives for height difference. Can’t reach something off the top shelf? Don’t worry, Giyuu is already reaching over you to grab whatever it is. Mistaken for a large gremlin? Yes, you are his feisty little girlfriend and he couldn’t be happier. It bothers him immensely when someone makes a snid, double-handed comment about your stature, he finds it difficult to restrain himself. “Wow, I’m impressed that someone like you has survived this long” some blonde bastard mocked, looking down with a cocky smirk Giyuu would pay to wipe away with his fist. “She is your superior and ranked more impressively than you are, so I suggest watching your tongue” Giyuu seethed.

Bonus: On nights when he is soft and vulnerable around you, he will compare hand sizes with you. Holding up your palms together to measure the difference in finger length, sliding them together to press tender kisses to each knuckle.

Tanjiro:

Tanjiro would see your build as nothing more than something to fawn over, void of any imperfections. He’d pay you compliments and coo over the slightest thing you do, hyping your outfits anytime you dress out of uniform.

Tanjiro is that boyfriend who pinches your cheeks and when you whine to him that it hurts, he’d simply release them, cupping each in his hands lovingly, “You’re just too cute I can’t help it”. A bonus he finds is that you are the perfect size to ride his back when you are tired; he lives to feel you resting against him, sleeping soundly as he carries you home safely.

If there is one thing you must understand about Tanjiro is that underneath all his niceties is a man and men are men after all. Out in the world, he is very respectful of you, blushing at the slightest touches and making sure to give you a healthy amount of space. Now in the comfort of your home, things are slightly different. While the respect is still present, his hands are no longer stuck at his sides, instead they are wandering the wonders that are your curves. He’ll have you lay on the couch as his fingers roam over each delicious dip, leaving goosebumps in the wake of his leisure finger tracing your form. Every so often he leaves a kiss here and there, so feather-light that it feels closer to the warm breeze that blows on a summer's afternoon.

One knows not to cross Tanjiro because when they do, they regret it big time. When someone says something that even resembles an insult, he is on them instantly. His face, dripping in a venomous smile that matches his murderous gaze, is in front their’s in seconds, his unwavering voice challenging, “What did you say? I don’t think I heard you right”. All in all, he is the #1 protective boyfriend.

Writing Night Masterlist

#writingnight #demon slayer x reader #giyuu x reader #mitsuri x reader #tanjiro x reader #kny xreader

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twst-campos13 · 3 years

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Hi!! Can I ask a scenario with Rook and GN!mc where they’re a couple and it’s Rook’s Birthday and the s/o shower him in compliments? Sorry if this is too much, hope your having a great day, stay safe! ✨

Thank you for requesting!! I was a little stumped while doing this so I did a bit of research qwq’’ that’s why I took a little long!! I hope you enjoy (*´∀`*)!

Warnings: none! Tags: GN!reader, fluff

You wanted to do something special for Rook on his birthday. For someone who finds and values the beauty in everything, you wondered if there was a chance when someone had done the same for him. Has anyone ever found what is beautiful about him and valued his beauty?

You thought over what could possibly make Rook feel special—what could possibly make your gift for him special. He was always praising you for…about everything. Your eyes, your voice, your talent—your everything—are all beautiful in his eyes. His songs of praise make you feel bashful. It doesn’t help that you have the knowledge of Rook’s judgment being clearer than a mirror.

A mirror…that’s right!

No, you aren’t getting him a mirror. You’re sure that Pomefiore has plenty of mirrors in their dorm. Instead, you’re going to mirror what he does to you. Anything that comes from the heart is special. Rook acknowledges the beauty of everything else except for his. It’s simply unfair. You’re going to remind him that he is beautiful, too.

You waited until it was time to interview the celebrant for NRC News to give your present to him. You were nervous—really nervous—in giving your lover your gift. Rook probably noticed that you had not placed your gift by the present table, but even if he does, he doesn’t seem to mind. “Your presence here is a gift enough, mon cheri,” he smiled, pressing a kiss on your knuckles, and you felt as though your heart will fly from your chest. He laughed at your reaction and you had to assure him that you did bring him a gift. “Once the interview is over, I’ll give it to you,” you promised with a twinkle in your smile.

Rook gave you a hearty chuckle. “Why not give it to me now?”

“I want to surprise you,” you simply said, gesturing for him to sit down so you may begin your interview. The smile Rook gives you is a sly one. You noticed how his hand doesn’t leave yours, and it feels oddly risqué that you’re holding his bare hands. You’re sure that he had noticed the heat on your ears. Rook chuckled once more. “Oh, mon filou, you certainly know what votre chasseur d’amour certainly like. I shall wait until the interview is over then!”

You chuckled, charmed, that it calmed your nerves a little bit. His hand feels warm on yours and you couldn’t help but draw a slow breath when he squeezed it. Your eyes locked upon his. Rook certainly knows what he’s doing. He needed no words to praise you—his beautiful eyes can do it for him.

Beautiful…

Dang it, Rook. You’re supposed to be the one to praise.

“It feels weird to see you without your hat,” you started. You shifted your gaze down to your intertwined hands. “And your gloves.”

“In a good way, J'espère?” His smile is just awfully contagious. It was light, warm, and sweet. “Yeah,” you chuckled, “in a good way. Your hat is a part of you, I guess, so seeing you without it is just…new.” You feel your cheeks lightly flush as you watched his soft blonde locks seemingly sway at the air-conditioning. You threaded your fingers through his hair before. They were pleasant to touch. They were beautiful, and most of all they were a part of him. “Your hair is wonderful as ever, too. I don’t think I need to stroke them to feel how soft they are.”

You don’t miss the way he suddenly blinks at your compliment. Though he quickly recovered, and his eyes squinted playfully at you. “Oh, mon filou, as much as I appreciate your merveilleux praises about moi I should remind you that we are having an entretien.�� You felt a little cold when his warm hand left yours, so you decided to fold yours on your knee instead. “Right, right, sorry,” you apologized, shaking your head at your attempts. You were supposed to give his gift after the interview not before.

However, you don’t seem to mind changing your plans a little bit.

“I just—well you’re just…” you looked down at your hands, giving yourself time to pause for your thoughts, “…just beautiful, you know?”

Rook made no sound and you lift your head up to him in anxiousness. You were a little surprised at how surprised he was. Taking his unguarded expression, you quickly took the chance. “Everything about you leaves me in a breathless awe.”

You stood from your seat and slowly made your way to stand before him. “Your wit is exceptional, but not as exceptional as your skill for hunting. You hunt as you breathe, and you move like you’re part of your surroundings—” that doesn’t sound as poetic as you hope it would be but “—it’s startling but exhilarating to watch you in your passion.”

Rook still says nothing, but his flustered countenance assures your anxiety. His eyes softened when you kneeled beside him. You took his hand back to yours and looked up at him. “You’re guileless, you simply live as you wish to, and when you’re in your prime I find myself wondering how I end up with such a beautiful, beautiful man—which is everyday of my life.” You kissed his knuckles with a soft sigh and you continued, pressing your lips up to his arm, to his shoulder, then you meet his eyes. You hear him draw a shaky breath like you do—and you both smiled. Your fingers caressed his skin, and he held onto your hand when it cupped his cheek. Your voice, now soft, tender, sounded clearer than what was around the both of you. “I admire so many things about you, Rook. It’s not just your physique but the effect you have on people. The effect you have on me.

“Your smile, your gestures, they’re as warm as the sun in a bright morning. You’re as warm as a welcoming hug and your words are so sweet and encouraging that—that you just lift everyone’s spirits up.” You gazed at his eyes—captivating, hunter greens, as deep as the canopies brightened with the sun—and he saw how limpid yours are. “Looking at you know, my heart feels like it’s gonna jump out of my chest because—well, you just look so handsome!” You both chuckled, feeling each other’s soft breaths touch your skins.

“You’re amazing, Rook. A splendor to witness. A delight to be with...” Rook leaned unto your hand, unto your words, unto the love you pour in the praises. He knows that they are more than words for he can feel you pull them from the depths of your heart—the depths of your being—from your very soul. And when you shower him with words that are more than compliments, for these words mingled with the kisses you press on his skin, he feels special.

Your noses touch and your eyes nearly fluttered to close. “And I am blessed to love someone as beautiful as you.”

And you finally pressed a kiss on his waiting lips. Soft, tender, and clear intentions of showering him with love. When you part with both your hands still on his cheeks, and his hands on yours, Rook exhaled the breath he was holding. “Oh, mon dieu,” was what he said that made both of you laugh lightly with a full heart.

“You rusé filou,” he sighed, a beautiful smile on his lips and a twinkle on his beautiful eyes. “You completely enamored me with your words, luring me with such melody—mon dieu!” Rook’s chin dipped to his chest and he dramatically clutched his heart, still careful not to ruffle his lapel. “Rook!” You exclaimed, kneeling again so you may meet his eyes. His cheeks are a splendid rosy color. When he opens his eyes, they were brighter than they were. “Ce n'est pas l'appel du vide,” he muttered, and you have no clue what he just said but he continued, “c'est l'appel d'une sirène! Oh, mon cheri!”

Rook lifted you by the arms and kissed you again. You gasped at the sudden passion but returned it anyway. You can feel your heart practically leaping from your chest. When you pulled away to avoid escalating things, Rook sniffled rather emotionally. He wiped his eyes, but he could never replace his tearful gaze at you. Tearfulness brimming with overwhelmed gratitude. Rook laughed at your probably goofy face. “That was supposed to be your surprise for moi, non?” You ditched it as a surprise and completely forgot about the interview. You laughed, nodding. “Yeah…but I couldn’t wait. And that isn’t just my gift—surprise to you!”

You sheepishly look down. “You always regard everything as beautiful, meaning you acknowledge their existence. I want you to know that you are beautiful too, Rook. And you exist—and I—along with many others—acknowledge your existence.”

“Oh, mon cheri, you spoil ton bien-aimé too much.” Rook took your hands and kissed it affectionately. “Such loving praises from a deity such as you is a gift. Ah, I did tell you earlier, non?” He brought his face closer to you once more and you blushed.

“Your gift of praise to me is well appreciated. But your love, your beauty, your existence, is le meilleur cadeau.”

#fullcowling #twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #rook hunt #rook hunt x reader #twst rook hunt #twisted wonderland rook hunt #twisted wonderland imagines #i was listening to the parting wall performed by hozier on repeat #and it got me out of my STUMP #LEZGO

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duskroots · 4 years

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HELLO MY HEART IS FULL BECAUSE LOOK AT THE WONDERFUL COMMISSION I JUST GOT FROM @fellis-world !!! ;A; 💖💖💖

I wanted to treat myself to a lil pick me up and not only was Felli SO FAST but also so wonderful to commission, and I mean.... look at the result omg >w< SOFT!! I’ve actually never commissiond OCxCanon art before because I am suuuuper self-conscious about it but I’m so happy I did it like I’m legit just blown away. This is the light in the dark of my otherwise v shitty month uwu

Here’s Felli’s commission sheet, if you read this please check it out and support her if you can, you will not regret it! 💖

Now excuse me while I go back to crying over Bria and the hubby sharing the most tender of kisses, like they deserve. qwq 💖💖💖

#gw2 #sylvari #gw2 sylvari #gw2 commission #trammander #trahearne #bria duskroot #brihearne #i haven't felt this alive and content in a while wow

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nagitoandkokichioneshots · 3 years

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Hello! I just found this blog and I absolutely adore your writings aaahh qwq Can I request a oneshot perhaps of Hana meeting an older Monaca (since she was technically raised by Nagito too), aaah I hope this is ok :'D

Mod Mikan: Two things. First: Thank you for your kind words! It really warms my heart that you adore my writings, despite my lack of confidence in them. Secondly, at first I was going to politely decline this request since I didn’t really know how to go about writing this and I’m not the fondest of Monaca’s character (I also don’t know how to write her since we don’t really see her that much aside from UDG), but I really wanted to take as shot at writing this, since this does seem like an interesting concept to me. So instead of a drabble, I decided to make headcanons! I really hope this is to your liking, darling! Enjoy!

-It all started with you and Nagito wanting to go on a long, much needed date night!

-You two haven’t gone out on a proper date night since the birth of Hana. While the Komeada’s cherish the time they spend doting over their lil’ ultimate ballerina, way too many bedwets and cries from their daughter signaled that the parents needed some time to themselves

-”No problem, angel! I’ll call Hajime and see if he can babysit her tonight,” Nagito offered, already pulling out his phone from his back pocket. You were already applying some lipgloss to accompany the (F/C) dress you put on tonight, when you heard a sigh of discontent a few minutes later

-”Naggie, what happened?” You asked your husband, going up to him. He frowned, crossing his arms

-”Hajime can’t watch Hana. He and Chiaki are in Florida on vacation at the moment,” I let out a long exhale myself, about to reluctantly call off mine and Nagito’s longly yearned for date night. Before I could utter the depressing sentence, Nagito’s eyes shone again, as if he thought of a solution

-”Oh! Maybe Monaca can babysit our flower!” He exclaimed, getting out his phone again. I widen my eyes, carefully placing my hands on his phone, supposedly trying to stop him from making the phone call

-”Nagito, hold on! Umm...maybe we can reschedule next week when Hajime and Chiaki come back!” I suggested, forcing a grin to ease him. However, my white haired husband was no fool. He sighed, bringing a cold hand to gently caress my cheek

-”Love...” He started, making me lock my (E/C) orbs into his ghostly green ones. He smiled softly at me, kissing my forehead in attempt to soothe me. With his thumb stroking my cheek, he continued with what he was going to say

-”I know Monaca has the reputation as being....devious, but she changed. I promise,” He assured me. Instead of earning an equally tender smile from his spouse, I tilted my head challengingly at him

-”Oh really?” I asked him, conflicted with what to agree with. On one hand, the idea of me and Nagito having at least a couple of romantic hours alone, getting lost in a lover’s chat, gazing into each other’s eyes as we feast upon our favorite foods together--just the two of us.....it gave me the idea of what I was really craving for....a proper date between me and my husband

-On the other hand, I’ve heard stories that Nagito told me about Monaca. Albeit for a short time, Nagito technically raised the lil’ ultimate Homeroom. She claimed he “made her into an adult” in a way, getting her now known cynical, pessimistic personality from him. However, the reputation she has gotten before that matched the one of a sociopath--manipulative, guileful, sly, and downright disingenuous. There was no way I’d leave my daughter with someone like that

-”Nagito.....you still have contact with her? How can you even be so sure?” I asked him a follow up question, making his gentle smile turn into a light smirk. He began to unlock his phone, as he answered my questions with a calm, yet soothing voice

-”We never talked after she kinda...left. I guess overtime she turned kinda....indifferent, especially due to our different values and beliefs. But it’s safe to say that we grew closer as time went on,” He explained, pressing his phone to his ear. I let out another sigh, but this one carried a softer tone than my previous depressed one

-”Alright. I guess a few hours with Monaca won’t hurt. I’ll inform Hana,” I smiled, pressing a pappy peck onto Nagito’s cheek, as I made my way into Hana’s room. I could’ve sworn I saw a light pink hue dust over Nagito’s cheek before I left the room

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-”You’re his daughter? Geez, I’m sorry,” The green haired girl told the toddler, as she sat down on the couch. The little ballerina frowned, fumbling with a red playing block she was holding in her hands

-It’s been a few minutes since Monaca came to our house and greeted both me and Nagito. She simply just waved at the guy she called her ‘Big brother’ when she was younger. She had a bit more cheerful expression when she saw me, expressing a passionless “Hello (Y/N)” and neutral looking smile. To anyone, it would’ve looked like she couldn’t care less. But to anyone that actually knew Monaca, it was considered showing more emotion that usual

-After we had a brief introduction between Hana and Monaca, we said our goodbyes as me and Nagito made our way to our car. We drove off, the thought of finally having a night-out to ourselves kicking out any worry or concern I had in the back of my mind

-Everything was going to be perfect.........right?

(Third person’s POV)

-”I like Papa’s hope rants. I think they’re interesting!” Hana exclaimed, flashing a toothy grin at her babysitter. Monaca cocked a brow, watching the three year old girl stack her building blocks onto the wooden living room floor. Someone....actually likes his rants about hope and despair?

-”Oh you poor thing. What did that guy do to your innocent mind?” Monaca asked her, snatching the TV remote from the glass coffee table. She flipped through the channels, stopping at the comedy movie, Ballerina. The remote was lazily tossed beside Monaca, hitting the fuzzy material with a low “thud”. Hana’s (E/C) eyes shot up from her blocks, staring at the screen with intensity

-”I guess it makes sense.....spend enough time with that guy...you’d become as cheery as him....creepy even....” The older woman commented under her breath, keeping her gaze on the toddler’s eyes glued to the TV

-”Do you like this movie?” Monaca asked her, making the blond haired girl nod with excitement. She turned back to her with a wide smile on her face

-”Papa and I watch it ALL the time! It in-inspired me to be a ballerina!” She cheered, crawling towards her babysitter. She stopped at her feet, tilting her head up to lock her (E/C) orbs into Monaca’s pickle green ones. The older girl furrowed her brow, but before she could offer the toddler to sit on the couch with her, Hana stood up and tug on Monaca’s dress skirt

-”Papa always tells me with enough hope and de-deter--determina--” The pale skinned girl huffed at trying to say the long word, rephrasing her words with easier ones that she understood better

-”Papa always tells me with enough hope and desire, I can make my dreams come true. He says after bad luck and despair, good things will come. Despair never wins, no matter how tough it may seem. Because if it seems very VERY bad at first, it will b-balance out with the good that will come! Now that is where hope comes in! Papa says that--” Before Hana could finish her own adorable hope ramble (another trait she got from her Papa, alongside his hair, love for bagels, admiration for (Y/N), and aloofness), Monaca plugged her ears shut with her hands pressing harshly against them

-”Stop, Stop, STOP! Not another ‘hope this’ ‘despair that’ ramble! Monaca can’t take it!” She grunted in frustration, being reminded of the exact same thing that drove her away in the first place. This made Hana jerk back, biting her lip in regret and humiliation

-”I....I’m sorry, Miss. Monaca. I....I didn’t know Papa annoyed you that much...” She sniffled, failing to stop the tears from breaking the barrier between her brain and eyes. Salty teardrops began to swell in her (E/C) hues, blurring her field of vision. As more tears began to prick, rolling down her pink colored cheeks, the green haired teenager’s mouth formed into a sorrow scorn

-”Hey, I never said that. While.....that is true, there are some things I do like about him,” Monaca crouched down to Hana’s height, resting her arm down to her knee. In the first time in years Monaca’s lips curved into a bright....smile? Smile? Monaca rarely offered a cheerful smile since childhood

-However this uncommon occurrence made Hana sniffle, wiping the flood of watery fluid that poured down from her eyes. She looked up at her babysitter, feeling a soft cloth being applied to her tear stained cheeks. She noticed Monaca was wiping her face with a handkerchief, making the toddler feel even more at ease

-”You....you really mean that? What do you like about Papa?” Hana asked her, a gentle smile forming onto her own small pink mouth. Monaca kept her warm smile, as she lifted Hana from the floor, peaceful putting her on her lap. She tucked her handkerchief back into her dress pocket, turning back to the little girl

-”Well.....your Papa made me into an adult....in a way....I may not like his rambles the way you do, but...it shaped me into who I am today,” She started to elucidated her thought process, intriguing Hana into her explanation even more. This silently hinted the green-haired teenager to keep going, as she quickly thought of what else to say to back up her statement

-”Monaca became...mature and grown-up because of your Papa. He only raised me for a short time, but it was enough for me to know exactly my desires and dreams for the future. Like how that movie you and your Papa watch made you into a ballerina,” She compared her intentions with Hana’s, making the little girl nod understandingly. Before the teen could go on, the toddler interrupted her with a joyous toned question

-”That’s so cool Papa in-inspired you too, Miss. Monaca! What happened after you grew up and left Papa’s care? What exactly did he make you want to do?” She asked. Monaca’s atypical smile was replaced with her usual seldom, bored expression as she truthfully told Hana

-”He made me give up despair and hope all together. It came to the point were one day....I just didn’t know what I wanted anymore. So I decided that I was done with everything and wanted to live in space for a while. It was where I was actually before your Papa called me to watch you,” She let out an exasperated sigh, turning to stare at the floor in disbelief “Remind me to change my phone number once I’m done here, okay kid?” She asked the toddler, making her furrow her brow. However, Hana just flashed her normal optimistic grin and nodded

-”Okay, Miss. Monaca. Now come on! I want to watch the movie! And later let’s play with my blocks together! I’m making a castle!” She shouted with delight and amusement. This just made the regularly cynical girl curve her lips into another infrequent smile, but this time a lot less noticeable. She got on her knees with Hana, playing with her building blocks as the movie kept flashing on the TV screen

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(Y/N’s POV)

-”Thank you for watching her, Monaca! We really appreciate it,” I thanked the now 18 year old girl. Me and Nagito just came home from our dinner and found Hana sound asleep on the couch, one of the couch pillows tucked messily underneath her head, a navy blanket lazily place over her body as it rose up and down from her deep breaths

-”It was no problem at all, (Y/N). Hana is actually....really nice,” Monaca admitted, almost making me choke on my own saliva. Monaca.....expressing positive feelings? I guess she really had changed from her time in space. Monaca turned to Nagito, his arm still wrapped around my waist, stroking my left hip with comfort

-”You have a good one....don’t screw her up,” Was all she said before she made her way out the door. However, Nagito didn’t seem fazed by her subtle insult towards him, as he kept a merry smile on his face--the same one that was a dead ringer of his daughter’s

-”Thank you again!” My husband waved at the green-haired girl, making her stop in her tracks and turn back at us. I cocked my brow, thinking she forgot to tell us something. My thoughts were quickly put to ease, as she began to speak one last time

-”Oh, one more thing. If you ever need a babysitter....please don’t call me. Okay, thanks! See you never!” She waved back at us, making her way out of the house. My skepticism was brushed off by the wave of relief when Monaca didn’t want to come back, in spite of confessing that Hana was a good kid

-My pale skinned husband shut the door softly, not wanting to wake our sleeping daughter from the couch she was passed out on. He lifted her into a princess carry in a mild manner, the blanket still providing her a light heat source. He turned to me, walking towards the bedrooms with me

-”I’ll put our little hope in bed. You go get comfy in our room. You seem a bit tired yourself, my angel,” He told me in a hushed tone. I nodded sleepily, backing up his observation with a fatigued yawn. I gave my sleeping daughter a soft kiss on her temple, as I made my way to mine and Nagito’s shared bedroom. I fumbled with the back off my dress, feeling the cool metal of my dress zipper, peeling it off from my body

-After throwing on one of Nagito’s oversized T shirts and brushing my teeth, my marshmallow haired husband came in our room, throwing his white blazer onto a nearby chair. As he began to strip from his tuxedo, he turned to me, his calm, positive expression never leaving his face

-”See (Y/N)? Everything is fine. We had our date night and Hana was safe and happy,” He informed me, alleviating me even more than I already was when we got home. I nodded in agreement, crawling into our shared bed

-”I know, Naggie. I know. I guess.....I was worried about losing Hana....our Hana....” I disclosed, earning a confused look from Nagito

-”Hm? I’m not sure I follow, (Y/N),” He told me, nodding his head as an unspoken way for me to describe what I was feeling. I sighed, shifting my weight on the bed so I was sitting upright

-”Monaca became....gloomy....depressed....jaded. It’s stupid to worry about this but....I thought if she told Hana her perspective about growing up with you....Hana would become like her...” I turned to Nagito, a seed of worry was blooming onto my face, filling it with trouble “Hana really loves you, Nagito. Your desire to bring hope out....your enthusiasm and passion...I don’t want Hana to lose avidness she got from you,” I reached to stroke his arm. He stayed silent for a while, processing what I just told him. After a few moments of racking his brain, Nagito smiled once again, sitting down with me, stripped to his boxers

-”(Y/N), I’ve only raised Monaca for such a short time. It was on her to leave and abandon the ideas that I raved about. I did nothing but be myself around her. Forget about Monaca, love. Hana is our daughter--our precious flower of hope. As her parents, we’ll support her no matter what she wants to do. But for now...it seems like she wants to bring out the hope that sleep inside of her...” He held me close, bringing me towards his body by my waist. He stroked my arm in a tender manner, resting his cheek on top of my head

-”You really mean that, Naggie?” I asked him, feeling a nod against the crown of my head. He tilted his head down at me, gently kissing my forehead

-”I really do, my sunshine. Besides...” He motioned for me to lay down with, patting the space next to him on the white bedsheets. I snuggled against him, signaling for him to turn off the lights in our room. Before our room was engulfed the the darkness of the night, I could’ve sworn that I saw Nagito’s smile turn into a collected smirk as he held me close

-”You think I’d really help out someone that supported despair?”

#nagito komaeda #nagito komeada kin #danganronpa x reader #danganronpa #danganronpa x y/n #nagito x reader #nagito headcanons #nagito oneshots #danganronpa oneshot #danganronpa goodbye despair #monaca towa

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cokiedokiewokye · 4 years

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꧁𝒱 𝒾 𝓁 𝓍 𝒻 𝑒 𝓂 𝒶 𝓁 𝑒 𝓇 𝑒 𝒶 𝒹 𝑒 𝓇 ꧂

♕The night were it all began♕

ーa little gift for @poisonepel I tried to best QwQ

ー✖WARNING sliightly blush warning owo

As he sat near the balcony, looking at the sky that seemed colorless, he slowly tilted his head, wondering...and thinking to himself

"Vil?..." he knew who that was. He could recognize that crystaly voice from miles away. It was the girl he once broke the heart of, without a knife, to his heart. He couldn't bare to look at her, he knew what he's done. He made her suffer, he made her feel worthless and yet she didn't run away. Could it be that...those feelings didn't completely vanish?

"Isn't it funny, Y/N? Someone like you, to have feelings for someone like me? What do you see in me? Do you still wish to be with someone who's so possessive, yet so broken?..."

She slowly brought her hands to her teary eyes. She understood everything. She understood as to why he's like this. He just wants to be accepted doesn't he? Or?...*sigh* oh this desperation of wanting to help, but feeling so powerless. She yet decided to come closer, putting a hand on his shoulder, giving him the feeling that he's not alone, not anymore.

"I just wanted to make her proud... I just wanted to prove her wrong, that I can, be, that...perfect child that she wishes me to be. A side of me wishes she could have died with a silver knife in her stoned cold heart, but at the same time, I wish I could defrost it, and restart that twisted fairytale that started everything. And that's why..." he turned his head towards the only person that he knew could put his trust into. He needed no mask. He needed no fake smiles to hide away that broken heart of his. They're eyes meet once again, but he couldn't bare to look at that innocent face, without a tear falling down his face. Then another. And another. He slowly fell into her warm embrace, Y/N still being shocked, but tried to come up with something nice to say. Everything will be alright?...No,she knew it was too late, but yet those words escaped from her tender lips. After hearing those words, he slowly burried his face into her warm chest, feeling like a little hide-away from all this misery. "I only wish to be good...to help and...to be something that my mother never could! But then again, I failed...im a monster...just,like her...." The river of tears started falling down from his eyes full of shame, guilt, god, it felt so exhausting! Couldn't there be a way to end this all? His train of thoughts was slowly broken by the next phrase "You're not alone Vil, and you'll never be. You can be a good person! I just know it!" "Y/N?...H-how could you say that? After everything I've done? How could I restart-" his negativ words were slowly broken by something that was so sweet, yet something so unreal. He placed his hands into her soft hair, bringing her closer, wanting to believe this wasn't a dream like any other times. Their lips connected into a sweet yet so addicting aroma. So bitter...so sweet...so hard to take yet something you couldn't resist. They finally separated for a gasp or air. His only view was her blushing yet teary face, with a soft smile that he thought he'll never see again. "Oh Y/N, how can you be so positive all the time? How can you be so cheerful and how...did you started these feelings inside of me? Dare I say you poisoned my food with love poison? Is thag your little dirty trick? Or is it, more?" he placed his both hands on her shoulders, giving her an embrace. It might not felt like much, but he wanted to feel her closer. Feel her everything. He slowly lifter her petite body holding her and feeling like never letting it go.

"V-Vil??" he chuckled softly into her ear "Don't worry my beloved, I cannot imagine myself hurting you right now, but only giving you the love that you deserve." He brushed his lips one more time, after slowly putting her into the wamr embrace of the sheets. "MM?" "Mmmh, ah. Y/N, I shall recompensate the feelings that you've started inside of me. And how you could awake this once plastic heart of mine" He knew what his goal was now. Not to prove to an old witch who's the fayriest. Not to try and be all perfect, but to protect the only source of happiness that he has into this bitter and cruel world.

#twistedwonderland #Twisted wonderland scenario #Twisted wonderland Vil scenario #vil shoenheit #Twisted wonderland vil shoenheit

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hebimoonlightwrites · 1 year

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#Hebi100Special I fell asleep but here it is, I would like headcanons for bae with his fem reader who has a very cute little sister who she loves very much and calls her angel because is literally very charming and huggable like mc 7u7 hehe are like two drops of water, let's say they found a happy mc playing with his little sister in the snow, a very tender moment :')) , damn next time I won't sleep qwq thank You 💖

Writer's corner: It was supposed to be part of the Special, but I'm posting it now because it arrived late (11th position). By the way I'm truly in love with this request! Hope anon will love it as much as I do! If not, please, anon, let me know, sweatheart, so I can write something else for you or fix something here :D Enjoy~

Warnings: nothing, just tender moment here~

⋆𝐁𝐀𝐄⋆ 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫

⋆"Uhm... Is she your little sister, y/n?!?.."

⋆Allen would be so shocked after seeing your little sister beside you!

⋆I mean...

⋆You both are like two drops of water!

⋆The only difference is that she's smaller than you, but..

⋆Of course she is! She's younger!

⋆As it happened with you, Allen would look at your little sister with a soft gaze and smile.

⋆She looks friendly and cute!

⋆Not the typical little girl who is annoying and always crying!

⋆On the contrary she looks kind-hearted and seems to love hugs a lot!

⋆Even her voice is so sweet!

⋆I'm sure Allen would like melt down because of the cuteness!!

⋆Also, I don't know why, but I feel like he'd ask you if he can hold her even when you go to buy something at the nearer konbini.

⋆"Uhm.. y/n? Can I hold her while you look for some fruits?"

⋆"Y/n, since it's almost Christmas.. I've bought this small present for your sister! Don't tell her it's by me.. I know she believes in Santa."

⋆Allen would be so surprised but would smile sweetly seeing you playing with snow with your little sister!

⋆He'd look at you both and even think about joining you.

⋆Who knows?!

⋆But he'd hesitate at least a few minutes before reaching you both and playing with snow too.

⋆Just hearing you addressing your sister with cute nicknames would make him giggle even if softly.

⋆I guess he'd think that it's cute!

⋆I feel like he'd team up with your little sister just to throw at you more snow balls!

⋆Just imagine him holding her on his back, making her feel bigger and taller than you, only to tell her:

⋆"Come on!! We'll win!"

⋆And start laughing seeing her throwing a lot of snow balls at you!

⋆AWW. It'd be so cute and funny!!

⋆There would be you running away and trying to cover your head laughing and your little sister giggling and telling Allen to run faster in order to reach you!

⋆After that snow balls battle, your sister would fall asleep between Allen's arms and he'd put his finger on his nose, looking at you.

⋆"It's been fun!! And... She's sleeping... Heh.. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞! 𝐒𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐈!"

⋆"Oh wow! She looks like you, y/n!! She's so charming too!"

⋆Anne would kneel down to look at your little sister.

⋆They would smile brightly and caress her hair.

⋆Also I feel like they would squish her cheeks, giggling and saying that they're as soft as yours.

⋆Anne would love to bring your little sister around, holding her small hand.

⋆I feel like they would totally put some pink lipsticks on her small lips as well.

⋆I don't know why...

⋆..but I'm imagining them treating her like if she was their sister, actually.

⋆Like giving her some necklaces or small rings.

⋆They would totally give her small and adorable bags as gifts or even help you to style her hair.

⋆"I saw your sister liked those glittered hairbands, sweetheart! So I thought to buy them for her!"

⋆Of course they'd totally support your small sister and I feel like they'd worry about her happiness too.

⋆Like they would constantly check if she's doing well or not.

⋆They would try their best to make her feel appreciated, just like they already do with you, of course!

⋆If Anne saw you getting along with your little sister and playing with her with snow, they would smile happy.

⋆As Allen would, Anne would join you both, but immediately!

⋆Contrary to Allen, they wouldn't hesitate at all!

⋆They would run to you both and start throwing snow balls.

⋆Hearing you addressing your little sister with sweet nicknames would warm Anne's heart, no doubt.

⋆Their eyes would turn to look at that small and cute girl, giggling and calling you with sweet nicknames as well.

⋆They would adore it.

⋆"Aw, sweetheart! I want a cute nickname as well!.. Uh?... Cotton candy?.. Because of my hair...? ... uhm... I.. 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐭!.."

⋆Hajun has a brother, as we know..

⋆Oh well..

⋆Dongha is actually Hajun's half brother-

⋆So I don't really know how Hajun would feel, seeing you getting along with your younger and smaller sister.

⋆Probably he'd feel confused, 'cause he doesn't really know how it is to love a brother-?

⋆Or maybe wouldn't even think about Dongha in the first place..

⋆Yeah..

⋆Perhaps the last one I said.

⋆Hajun is always behaving gently, quite elegantly.

⋆So I can imagine him letting your younger sister sitting on his legs while he's relaxing on the sofa, maybe checking Twitter.

⋆Or even let her see what he's cooking.

⋆Among Bae, I think he'd be such a father to your sister.

⋆He'd even ask you if he can bring her to his photo shoot!

⋆Imagine them both in pictures!

⋆It'd be so cutee!!

⋆Hajun would get attached to your sister a lot, in my opinion.

⋆He'd constantly ask you if she's fine and buy her some gifts too.

⋆If your sister asked to help him cooking for bae and you, Hajun would hesitate at first.

⋆After some minutes, though, he'd tell her to stand on a chair and give her something to mix with a spoon.

⋆Of course he'd keep an eye on her.

⋆If he saw you playing with her in the snow, Hajun would sigh and smile softly.

⋆I don't think he'd join you but simply stare at you having fun with your younger sister.

⋆After hearing her calling him with a cute nickname and throwing him a snow ball, though, Hajun would play with you both.

⋆He'd gently reach your sister if she fell on the snow.

⋆"Be careful! Aww... 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐬𝐲, 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥! 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞.. 𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮."

⋆He'd say and smile at you after helping your younger sibling.

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This is the first fic I’ve written in years, and the very first reader insert sorta story I’ve ever written qwq plz b gentlez,,,

This was inspired by some of your headcanons with Dirk, so it’s a Dirk x Reader fic! With fluff. And With they/them pronouns for the reader :3 (idk how to do a read more on tunglr app 😖 sowwy about that!

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He’s never been much of a morning person, not really anyway. Usually when he wakes up early in the morning, he goes back to sleep again. Right now though, he found himself being unable to go to sleep. Too many thoughts, many based around guilt. Usually he’s able to push back those thoughts, but occasionally they become too much to do so.

Opening his eyes ever so slightly, Dirk turned his head to the direction his guest was sleeping, to make sure they’re still sleeping soundly, or even still there. Upon seeing their face in peaceful sleep, he smiled ever so slightly and found himself relaxing from his tense position he didn’t realize he was even in.

Somehow, Dirk convinced them to stay with him in his apartment the previous day, at least for the meantime. He may have said one or two white lies, something about them being unsafe when alone, something about them having a stalker. When they didn’t even question how he knew such a thing and immediately trusted him, he felt a familiar wave of guilt flow over him; guilt due to how easy it was to lie to someone who he not only loved, but someone who so clearly trusted him with even their life.

The sound of thunder pulled him from his thoughts, and drew his gaze towards the window above the bed they were in. The weather was rather atypical for Texas; it usually is incredibly hot, but at this moment it was not only raining, but also strangely cold. The cold seemed to have seeped into the bedroom, as his friend beside them not only bundled themselves in the duvet, but had managed to scoot closer with their back towards them. Noticing how close they were to him, his smile grew just a bit, and he purely felt care and love towards them, mostly forgetting about his previous feeling of guilt.

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It was around half an hour later when his friend woke up, finding the bed empty save for themselves in it. Having already forgotten the reason they were there, they didn’t think to worry about where Dirk might be; though if they did remember, they wouldn’t have worried either way, since they know how capable he is of protecting himself. When they eventually rose from lying in bed, they spotted the door agape, with the sound of a kettle boiling and some walking around.

They stood up, padding gently towards the door and opened it, attempting to be quiet, though failing as the door creaked and caught Dirk’s attention.

“Oh, hey. You sleep well last night?” He seemed to be preparing two mugs of something, no doubt something hot judging from the steam rising from in front of him on the counter.

Still a rather tired, they mumbled a confirmation and walked up to stand next to him. They looked at the mugs, registering the smell and colour as being hot chocolate. They were much shorter than he was, so they opted to lean their head gently against the side of his shoulder as a silent good morning to him as well. Though he seemed unphased by this action, he almost melted at the tender moment and gave them a soft quick ruffle to their messy hair, all while smiling a smile that other people can’t see but one you can feel yourself making.

After adding some milk and a few marshmallows, he picked up both mugs and turned slowly, nonverbally letting them know they can stop leaning on him. Dirk walked towards the living room, taking slow steps as they trudged even slower behind him. Putting the mugs on the coffee table, he sat on the couch as they entered the room, them sitting next to him once they reached the seat. They picked up the mug closest to them, sipped it once and began leaning on his shoulder again.

He noticed them smile as they began to speak, “...Thank you, by the way. Not... not just for the drink, but... for letting me stay here with you. I really appreciate it.”

“Don’t mention it. I’m glad to be of some help,” he smiled back at them, and though he felt absolutely content with their position, he felt that familiar pang of guilt in his heart, remembering that the only reason they were staying here, for an undetermined amount of time, was due to a lie. A lie that would break their friendship were they to find out about it. Though the guilt Dirk felt for telling the lie hurt, he couldn’t bring himself to worry about it much longer when his friend began to speak, making some conversation. He found himself relaxed and content once again simply from their presence, their voice. He could never lose them, and would never risk them being alone again.

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