#they’re so neat and dear to my heart

[scrimblyscrorblo]

She’s just patching her up after a mission, they mean so much to me 🥺

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[host-club-hq]

heyyy !!! can i submit a request ? thanks !!! feel free to reject/deny this if u want to tho !!!

reader who’s from a middle to upper middle range family and they’re like in their 20’s or so and they just seem to have a lot of time and money on their hands but their family doesn’t know what they exactly do in terms of work so they confront her and ask if they’re doing drugs or nsfw work and turns out they have a bf (kyoya) who’s just really rich

thanks !!! 🫶

➼ pairing: kyoya ootori x fem!reader (slice of life!AU)

➼ summary: you come from a middle class family and all of a sudden you’ve been spending considerably large amounts of money… and your family is wondering what exactly it is you do for a living nowadays? are you in with the wrong sort of people?

➼ word count: 2.7k

➼ what to expect: "It's worth nothing if you aren't wearing it."

➼ warnings: none :) unless an excessive amount of fluff causes you to have severe heart issues (me too babe)

➼ i literally saw this request and was like oh my god i have to write it, then since i wasn't at my laptop, proceeded to write the fic in my beta reader's dms. thank u so much for this request it actually helped me get out of a writing rut :)

You never thought you would be sitting in your apartment for a living.

Well, technically, that's not what you do for a living, but it might as well be.

You work from home, with extremely short hours and a paycheck that's nothing to write home about. You could do your job from an office, but why bother? Most of the 8 hours you would work, you'd be sitting at your desk with nothing to do, your brain going numb from lack of stimulation.

Although you don't enjoy having virtual meetings with strangers, that's basically your entire job — you are a virtual history tutor, after all.

You never wanted to be a teacher but you still wanted to pass your extensive knowledge on to other generations, so you figured either being a substitute teacher or a tutor would suffice. And when the school you applied to mentioned an online tutor position, you snatched it up and ran with it.

Of course, you had a job before this. And it definitely wasn't your dream job. Before your passion for teaching arose, you took one of the first jobs you found available that called you for an interview. The secretary of a prestigious CEO of... a company that you're not quite sure what they did (you called it your Devil Wears Prada moment). You vaguely remember copying data and putting things in color-coded folders, but the position was brutal. You were set with impossible tasks and goals that your immediate superiors struggled to reach (truly, your Devil Wears Prada moment). You contemplated swerving your car into oncoming traffic every day on your way to work at 6:30 in the morning (obviously you didn't, too many innocent lives would have been put in danger).

But, at least, that's where you met-

Knock, knock, knock-knock-knock... knock, knock

Your ears immediately perk up and you turn your head toward the front door from your position on the sofa in the living room. There's only one soul alive that would knock on your door in that fashion.

You shut your laptop rather hastily and leap up to answer the door, sliding through the kitchen and the entry foyer in your socks to get there. Honestly, the distance from the front door to your workspace could have been considered a 5k marathon (no it's not, you're just out of shape).

You don't even have to glance at the peephole before you open the door to reveal-

"y/n! Oh, my dear, how are you?" You're immediately pulled into a crushing embrace and a comforting scent surrounds you.

"Mom?" You gawk, slowly encircling your arms around her to return the hug.

"I know I probably should have called but when I thought about doing it, I was already at your door. And I have to say, this is quite the upgrade!" Your mother wanders in without an invite, in awe of the clean, neat appearance of your apartment.

Well, penthouse. You take up the entire 58th floor at the top of your building. The elevator requires a reading of your house key-card to even press the button. It opens up right in front of your door.

... how did she get up here?

"How on earth did you get up here?" You voice your thoughts as her mother discards her walking shoes beside your own, slipping on a pair of guest slippers.

"I told the man in the lobby I was your mother and you would not believe the convincing I had to do to get him to let me up. He even needed my ID!"

"Well, yeah, because you don't live here-"

"Would you look at this place! My god, y/n, how do you keep it so clean? Not a speck of dust!" Your mother, true to her nature, swipes a finger across a nearby decorative table and it comes up absolutely spotless.

"Thanks, I mean it's not-"

"You even have a foyer! And a kitchen that doesn't double as the dining room!" Your mother wanders into the next room faster than you can process her presence.

"Mom, what are-" You try to best to follow her, slipping and sliding over the wooden floors in your fluffy socks.

"Really, y/n, I never pegged you to like modern furniture! I thought you liked a little character in your possessions. But, I must say, it's much better than I imagined your living situation to be." She strolls into the living room next, gawking at the mere size.

"Hey, what's that supposed to mean?" You frown, relieved that she seems to have finally picked a room to settle in. She sets her enormous bag on the sofa.

"What are you even doing here? Not that I don't appreciate the surprise visit..." You save quickly, smiling sheepishly at the glare she briefly sends your way.

"I wanted to see you of course. But..." She digs through her purse and pulls out a Macbook. "I came for an explanation for this." She all but waves it around. You wince.

"Careful. Why do you need an explanation for that? You mentioned you needed a better laptop and your birthday was coming up so I thought-"

"Exactly! It's perfect, it's everything I could have ever dreamed of in a laptop!" Your mother scolds. You tilt your head.

"... is that a problem?" You blink owlishly.

"First it was the watch for your father's birthday, then the mountain of stuffed animals for your little sister for Christmas, and now this!" Your mother sighs, crossing her arms after setting the Macbook on the coffee table.

"Wha- I'm sorry, I think I'm missing what the fuss is about. I tell you guys to send me your lists and you never do, so I'm sorry if it's not what you wanted-"

"It is what we wanted, that's why I'm here!" She retaliates.

"Okay, Mom, you're going to have to calm down and tell me what the problem is because I am clearly missing something here." You lead her to the coffee table, where you both lower yourselves to the floor, cross your legs, and sit beneath it.

She takes a deep, calming breath, "I'm just concerned is all. Your last job was enough for you to live and have a fair amount of money to spare, but you don't even work there anymore." Your mother places both hands on the table, avoiding your eye.

"You're right, I don't work for them anymore." You quirk a brow, curious as to where this is going.

"And now you're an online tutor who barely works more than a few hours per day, sometimes a week! So... I'm just curious..." She sighs, shaking her head.

"How are you getting the money for all of this? This is a multimillion dollar penthouse, you sent your father a 7,000 dollar watch, and you sent me a laptop worth at least a few thousand dollars." Your mother finally meets your eyes.

Before you can respond, she reaches across the table and grabs you by the shoulders.

"Just tell me the truth. Are you selling drugs? Are you stripping? Are you doing drugs? Because whatever it is, I'm sure I can talk my way into gaining your innocence in a courtroom but you have to come clean-"

"Mom! I'm not doing anything illegal!" You exclaim adamantly, shrugging her grip off your shoulders.

"Are you in credit card debt? Your father warned you about things like this, and I always thought you were a modest spender but-"

"Mom, listen to me, okay? I'm not in debt. I'm not stripping. I'm not doing drugs." You take both of her hands in yours and speak calmly. She nods, still looking a little confused.

"Then how are you getting all of the money for this?" She asks.

You chew your lip, "Well... it's not really my money-"

Just as you begin your explanation, the front door opens and shuts loudly, the sound of dress shoes click loudly against the wooden floors.

"Honey, there's someone in your house." Your mom steadies herself, reaching for her purse like she's got some sort of weapon.

"Mom? Mom!" You hiss quietly as she starts to get up.

"I'm home, darling! Are you in the living room?"

Your mother blinks at the voice calling from the foyer.

"Yeah, I'm in here!" You reply in a trembling voice, your brain trying to decide whether or not you should greet your boyfriend or calm your mother first.

Before either of you can open your mouths again, the body attached to the voice calling for you appears in the doorway.

Kyoya sheds his blazer, leaving him clad in his button up shirt tucked into his dress pants as he tosses it onto the coat rack beside him.

"I was- oh." Kyoya finally looks up, meeting your eyes first, then the worried, albeit confused, eyes of your mother.

"I'm sorry, I hope I wasn't interrupting anything." Kyoya bows politely at the presence of someone unfamiliar to him.

Your mother's instincts cause her to return the bow where she's sitting, still completely lost.

"You're not, darling." You get up from your place at the table to greet him.

Kyoya welcomes you eagerly, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips, bewildering your mother further, before making eye contact with her again.

"This must be your mother. It's a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. l/n. I've heard so much about you." Kyoya bows once more, a bit more deeply.

Your mother blinks, eyes glancing between you and Kyoya with haste.

"Mom, this is Kyoya Ootori... my boyfriend." You allow Kyoya to place a respectful arm around your back.

"Your what?" She blurts. You grimace. You knew you'd have to tell her sooner or later, but most of your high school boyfriends were intimidated by her and her doting nature.

And the fact that your father threatened to end their lives if they ever laid a finger on you.

"My boyfriend..." You sigh, almost like a scolded child.

"Ah, that reminds me. A flower for you, my dear." Kyoya sets down the shopping bag he was holding and his briefcase, handing you a rose.

"Oh, it's so pretty. Thank you." You'd rather Kyoya brought you individual flowers than an expensive bouquet since you're god-awful at keeping them alive. You peck his cheek.

"Oh, and before I forget. I saw this in a store window on my way home and I couldn't help but imagine how well it would paired with that black dress you know I like so much. I thought you could wear it to dinner." Kyoya pulls out a large, black velvet box from the shopping bag and turns toward you.

"Kyoya, we've talked about this-"

"I know. You don't like when I spend money on you but I just couldn't help myself." He opens the box to reveal a necklace glittering with diamonds, more than you can count. It glimmers in the light and you're afraid to even touch it, let alone wear it.

"Oh, my god, this must have cost a fortune." Your jaw goes slack. Your mother nosily peers over your shoulder and gasps loudly.

"It's worth nothing if you aren't wearing it." Kyoya smiles. A pretty pink hue dusts your cheeks at the compliment as your heart flutters.

"Thank you, my love. It's breathtaking." You gently take the box from him so he can gather his own things.

"Would your mother like to join us for dinner? I'm sure they won't mind moving us to a different table." Kyoya inquires innocently.

Your mother in question is still completely baffled by all of this.

"So... so you're dating my daughter? And... you're rich?" Your mother blurts.

"Mom!" You scold.

Kyoya chuckles, "I'm under the impression you hadn't been told about me. My apologies."

"Kyoya!" You scold him next.

"And... and this is... your house?" Your mother gestures to your surroundings.

"Yes, ma'am." Kyoya nods affirmatively.

"I moved in about... I want to say two months ago or so." You shrug. Kyoya nods.

"And how long have you been dating exactly?" She quirks a brow.

You nearly cringe at your answer, "... a year."

"A YEAR?" Your mother all but shrieks, earning a wince from you.

"Mom, it's not a big deal-" You reach for her to calm her down.

"It is a big deal! You've been seeing this gorgeous man with a mansion behind my back!" She gestures wildly to Kyoya, who blinks at her, brows raised at her reaction.

"Not behind your back! You never asked!" You insist.

"That's because you swore off men in high school after that boy stood you up-"

"WE don't have to talk about that." You want to shove your hands over her mouth. Kyoya quirks a brow quietly from behind you.

You sigh, "I met him while I was a secretary. He owns a portion of his father's company and was scheduled to meet with my boss."

That's the only thing you're thankful to that secretary position for. Your boss had buzzed for you to prepare two cups of tea for him and his guest. Once you brought them their tea, your attention was stolen by the man sitting across from your superior. Luckily, you didn't drop any of the china on your way in once you caught sight of him. After Kyoya was finished meeting with your boss, he struck up a light conversation with you that had your heart soaring. Simply basking in his beauty and powerful nature made you swoon.

Kyoya returned to your boss's office far more often than he ever needed to after his first interaction with you. He appeared at your desk, asking for your boss when these types of things could have definitely been handled over the phone. At first he didn't understand why he did it, but he soon realized his feelings for you when he caught himself asking you to dinner on his way out one day.

"I still don't understand why you didn't tell me you were dating this man. Let alone living with him." Your mother finally calms down enough to have your heart aching with guilt.

"I meant to, Mom, but I just... I guess I was afraid of how you'd react." You admit finally, fidgeting with your fingers.

"Kyoya helps me pay for you gifts because I want the best for you. But honestly, he can get you much nicer things than I pick out... I'm pretty sure he can buy you a house." You mutter your last sentence.

Your mother laughs, "If my daughter likes him, I like him. Come here, Kyoya." She strides forward and pulls Kyoya down for a tight embrace.

Kyoya nearly chokes, clearly rendered speechless by her sudden show of affection. He manages to reciprocate despite his shock.

"Thank you. I can assure you, I only want the best for your daughter. I'm sorry we haven't met sooner." Kyoya grins.

He has contemplated reaching out to your mother by himself despite your adamant disapproval. But he hated the idea of going behind your back to do anything at all, so he kept to himself.

"It's alright, dear. I'd love to get to know you better. Are you sure I wouldn't be a bother at dinner?" Your mother returns to the woman you know and love.

"Not at all." You shake your head, a wide grin spreading to your lips.

"I'll call the the driver, tell him to bring around the SUV rather than the Benz." Kyoya pulls out his cellphone.

"A driver?" Your mother gasps, placing a hand over her chest and glancing to you for confirmation. You nod, biting your lip eagerly.

Once Kyoya's sent the short message, your mother slots herself beside him and curls her arm around his.

"So, Kyoya, you own your father's company?" The two of them walk in the direction of your shared bedroom, side by side. You watch as they leave you standing in the living room.

"Just a portion of it, yes. We're in the medical business, you see, managing hospitals and..." Kyoya's voice fades off into the house. He doesn't seem to mind your mother's sudden attention in the slightest, even switching his jacket to his other arm to accommodate her like the gentleman he is.

You purse your lips, glancing down once more to the velvet box in your hands and you're reminded that you need to start getting ready for dinner. You follow them, rolling your eyes as you hear your mother start to ask about just how well Kyoya's been treating you.

This is going to be the longest dinner of your life.

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[salty-croissants]

Hello, it's me again! Sorry to bother, but can you make about Bullfrog and Rayman/Ramon with the reader that loves cooking (mainly desserts), please?

Thank you for the request !

This is a very original and neat concept , I really enjoyed writing for it :D 

Hope it turned out okay ! 

Details : use of gender neutral reader ; 

established relationships ; 

no warnings needed 

Bullfrog 💚

When he first discovered your hobby Bullfrog was immediately enthusiastic about it , and to this day whenever you cook something for him he is simply overjoyed : 

< Oh - is that for me ? Thank you so much mon amour ! > 

< Hehe , no need to thank me sweetie … it’s nothing much , just thought I’d try a new recipe this time around . > 

< Now now , don’t underestimate yourself my dear : this already looks and smells delicious , I’m sure I’ll love it ! > 

If you ever decide to make something that comes from France to surprise him , Bullfrog will be absolutely delighted …

I mean , his beloved making an effort to get closer to him in such an adorable way ? Boy , his heart is going to positively melt ❤️

< Here Bullfrog … I know you had an especially long day today , so I thought it would be nice to end the evening with a little something I made ! > 

< *gasp* - y/n , this mille-feuille looks wonderful ! 

Thank you mon chou , thank you so much ! ~ > 

< I’m really happy you like it my love ! ~ 

I’ve … never really made one of these before , so I really hope I got everything right with the ingredients … would be a shame if it just looked nice but didn’t have a good taste , y’know ? And - >  

< You worry too much … I’m sure it’s amazing , like everything you do ~ > 

< Heh … never miss an opportunity to flatter me , hm ? ~ 

Seriously though , thank you … you’re a sweetheart ~ > 

Whenever the two of you are in the kitchen and you’re busy cooking , Bullfrog is going to just stare at you , mesmerized by your every movement as you mix the ingredients together to make whatever food you may have in mind come to life …

While your boyfriend already adores you , seeing just how creative and passionate you are makes him love you even more … if that’s even possible ;//)

< I see you back there ~ > 

< Ah , I’m sorry my dear … I just can’t help but look at you , tu es magnifique ~ > 

Rayman 🧡

Given how busy he is with his work as the Eden Late Show host , I doubt that Rayman is able to find time to actually cook for himself … 

Not like that’s a problem for him anymore , now that you’ve entered his life .

< Aw - did you make this for lunch y/n ? 

Thank you , you shouldn’t have ! > 

< Don’t worry about it Ray , it was my pleasure ! 

I know you got a lot to do later , so hopefully this will help you get the energy you need to deal with your schedule … it’s my job to take care of you , remember ? > 

< Heh , how could I forget … ? 

I love you so much honey , I really appreciate you doing all this for me ~ > 

You often prepare food that Rayman can carry over to the studio in a lunch box to make sure that he eats properly ( he often forgets about it ) , and you better believe that he’ll be talking about how well your cooking skills are to anyone passing by … 

< Oh , you won’t believe how good these are - you’d expect them to be from a bakery , but actually my y/n made them for me ! 

They’re so talented - and pretty , did I mention pretty ? > 

The sheer determination he has to make those around him know how much he appreciates you … it never fails to make you smile :,//) 

Rayman definitely tries to cook something for you when he has enough time on his hands , and while he still has a lot to learn you can’t help but feel your heart skip a beat whenever he walks in the room , proudly displaying something he made … 

He really tries his best for you , his beloved partner , and that thought alone always warms your heart . 

< I don’t know … maybe I didn’t use enough flour , I hope this isn’t too bad … > 

< It’s not bad at all hun , it’s a really good first attempt at a chocolate cake ! 

Thank you for making this for me ~ > 

Ramon 🖤

You often end up cooking things that Ramon especially enjoys eating to cheer him up when he’s not having a good day , and the way he smiles at you with genuine gratitude whenever you do that brings you more joy than anything else ever could …

< Here you go love , luckily there were enough ingredients to make some apple pie ! > 

< Heh .. you really remembered that one time I said I liked it ? >

< Of course ! 

Besides , I know today has been pretty harsh , so the least I could do is do my best to make you happy … you deserve it . > 

< Thanks y/n … you’re amazing ~ > 

Much like before , Ramon does his best to cook for you sometimes , being very worried about disappointing you … only to be surprised by your adorable reactions .

< Uh , actually … I tried to make us some dinner tonight , since you were tired .

I’ll be honest , I wasn’t entirely sure about some stuff I was doing , so I just hope I didn’t make a mes - > 

< Aw Ram - thank you so much ! It looks great !

I’m really looking forward to eating it now that I know you made it ! > 

< You … really think that ? > 

< Mhm ! > 

< Heh , well let’s hope this lives up to the chef’s expectations then ~ > 

< Gosh I … heh , I’m nowhere near a chef sweetie , but thank you nonetheless ~ > 

Ramon could hold you in his arms for hours while you tell him all about a new recipe you found , or some other cool cooking fact : 

it’s like all the fears and worries he has completely disappear , the soothing sound of your voice making him forget about being a wanted criminal who is at risk of getting caught at any minute .

< I’d definitely love to try out this honey cheesecake sometime : it only takes ten  minutes to get done , and it doesn’t need that many ingredients !

Though I did see two different ways of using the butternut biscuits , so I’m not entirely sure of which one works best … but I think picking one and starting off there would be good to determine which is better , and plus - > 

This man can’t get over how cute you look when you passionately explain something related to your hobby …

Ramon holds on to those precious moments for as long as he can , as always feeling immensely lucky to have you by his side . 

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[jaybirddreads]

Trolls Band Together: "You just call on me, brother" (John Dory and Floyd)

Floyd’s letter is wrong.

When it first appeared, stuck to John Dory’s door, his heart overtook his head. Floyd was reaching out to him. Floyd– Floyd wrote him. John Dory’s heart sank as fast as it had risen when his eyes skimmed the contents of the letter. Immediately, the handwriting wasn’t Floyd. Or, it wasn’t the Floyd that John Dory remembered. Floyd’s scrawl was barely legible half the time back then. John Dory would spend hours deciphering his sheet music and lyrics and re-writing them in neat printed letters so they could actually practice instead of triggering aneurysms trying to read Floyd’s handwriting. John Dory had been jealous of Branch back then, because he didn’t know how to read. The handwriting in the letter that John Dory had received was big and clunky golden cursive with strokes a lot bolder than his shy little brother. 

The contents of the letter itself worried John Dory as he read it over and over again.

Dear John Dory, (Floyd– if he had written this letter– would have addressed him as John or JD.) I’m being held against my will by superstars Velvet and Veneer. Come to Mount Rageous at once and bring our brothers. Love, Floyd, the sensitive one. (Floyd would never sign off as ‘the sensitive one’.) The message itself, apart from the strange greeting and ending of the letter, was weird. John Dory didn’t know in what world his stubborn, sarcastic little brother would refer to his kidnappers as ‘superstars’. 

Floyd would also never want to risk putting any of his brothers, especially Branch, in danger. It would make no sense for him to tell John Dory to bring their brothers or even contact him– as concerning as it sounds now that he thinks about it. John Dory is positive that his brother did not write this letter. John Dory’s reasons to come to this conclusion are; 1. He claims to be being held captive. 2. It’s just not something that Floyd would do. 3. How would he even get the letter to John Dory if he’s all the way in Mount Rageous? 4. How the hell would Floyd have ever found John Dory in the first place? He lives in the middle of nowhere.

John Dory has no idea who Velvet and Veneer are, but if there is a chance that they are hurting his brother, he will do anything in his power to put a stop to that. John Dory is not going to abandon his brother again. A few years ago, he head trekked back home with his tail between his legs in search of forgiveness from at least his Gran and youngest brother only to find his grandmother’s pod abandoned, overgrown with weeds, and infected with dozens of insects. All that was left in the pod was Gran’s dirty furniture and a couple of dusty framed pictures still hung on the walls. John Dory had collected those as carefully as he could and cleaned them. They’re put away in a cupboard somewhere around his living space. He has no idea if Gran and Branch are okay, but he hopes they are. If Floyd needs his help now, John Dory is going to provide, like he should have for all four of his younger brothers years ago.

He closes the letter– that is most likely bait– and grabs one of his many maps. 

Mount Rageous is a far trip from where he is right now. If he and Rhonda hurry, they can cut the trip down to a day and a half. He’s not the biggest fan of hustling, but if that's what it takes to get to Floyd before anything really bad happens, so be it. Luckily, Rhonda loves hustling. She purrs, shaking excitedly when John Dory hovers his finger over the red-orange button.

John Dory hits the ground hard after they slow down. His elbows and knees ache. They’re still hours from Mount Rageous, but that’s good. It gives him time to come up with a plan. He knows he wants to get to Mount Rageous, find Floyd, and get him out, but that’s a wishlist, not a plan. John Dory’s radio hisses and he reaches up to turn the dial. He skips through stations, trying to find something quiet since Rhonda hates when he turns the radio off. He passes a station and pauses, turning the dial backward. We now return to superstar sensations, Velvet and Veneer’s latest hit single– music bleeds through the radio, a catchy beat that John Dory can instantly recognize as the type of rhythm that made him and his brothers famous in the first place. A girl and a boy begin to sing, the sounds of their voices are unreal. It eerily reminds him of Floyd’s singing. The people who might have hurt his brother are popstars? Ironic. Creepy, maybe. Stalkerish, probably. 

The radio provides him with nearly everything he needs. It gives him the date of their next concert, the location, and the duration. Later tonight, when he arrives at Mount Rageous, he will have to find the Boom Box before 9pm where he will have an hour to find Floyd and break him out. It’s not much better than his wishlist, but it definitely has more properties of a plan. John Dory was almost glad that it was rageons that had Floyd. They were definitely easier on the eyes than bergens, and not as strong. The moment Rhonda crossed the threshold between the Troll Kingdom and Mount Rageous, the difference was clear as night and day. Everything was big, shiny, and neon. Even the people. 

Rhonda went unnoticed, tiny among the gigantic vehicles of the rageons. 

It didn’t take as long as John Dory had imagined to find Boom Box. The crowds pouring out the door were a clear indication of what it was. It reminded John Dory of his days of selling out venues. Rhonda jumps from the main road and digs into the tail-end of the crowd, weaving through dancing rageons left and right. John Dory steers her into a dark corner, under a lonely bench that all the party-goers are ignoring. The music thrums through the air and Velvet and Veneer’s voices are much louder and much clearer than they were over the radio. They’re singing a song that feels so much like Floyd that it’s messing with John Dory’s head. The lyrics swim around his head, as if he’s a teenager again, sneaking Floyd’s journal out from under his bed to see what was going on in his little brother’s head. He and Spruce used to giggle at Floyd’s unnecessarily deep ramblings about whatever it was that got him in a tizzy. Yes, it was wrong of him to invade Floyd’s privacy like that, but in his defense, Floyd was the heaviest sleeper he had ever met (and John Dory would be lying if he said that Floyd didn’t have a talent of lyrical genius– some of their best hits were thanks to Floyd and his sad, sad journal).

John Dory rolled out of the way of several pairs of heavy black boots as a brood of angsty rageons dragged their feet to get to the snack bar. He ducks through several long pairs of legs until he reaches the nearest wall. John Dory watches as the shiny giants dance and laugh and cheer. He slides against the wall until he reaches a vent, just out of sight from most of the rageons. If Floyd is here, John Dory will search every single nook and cranny until he finds his brother. John Dory runs down every vent, turning corners sharply. He peers through every grate he finds. He sees bathrooms, dressing rooms, offices, and storage closets. 

He feels almost hopeless until he comes across the final vent opening in the west half of the building. John Dory peered in through the thin grate blinds. It was an empty purple dressing room. Make up, wigs, and costumes were strewn about haphazardly. John Dory was about to turn away and look in another part of Boom Box when his eyes caught a glimmer of something. He saw a large ornate purple perfume bottle. John Dory’s eyes widened when he noticed something move inside the semi-transparent bottle. A spark of magenta had John Dory propelling down into the dressing room without a second thought. He hit the surface of the vanity, face first, with a resounding thunk. John Dory groans, peels his face from the vanity, and shouts Floyd’s name.

Floyd– his sweet, shy, sensitive brother– gasps and presses his hands against the glass of the perfume bottle, “John Dory!” he gasps, his voice trembling with strained emotion. It’s so strange to see Floyd now, after nearly twenty years. His little brother is a man now. A man trapped in a giant glass bottle. Yeah, John Dory was right. There was no way that Floyd had written that number. “I never thought I’d see any of my brothers again.” 

“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” John Dory says, pressing his hand against the glasses where Floyd’s hand was. “I’ll get you out.” 

“You can’t,” Floyd’s eyes were wide with fear, “it’s a trap, JD. Velvet and Veneer are pop obsessed succubi and they’ve been stealing my talent to get famous!”

“I know it’s a trap. I’m not leaving you here. Not my brother.” John Dory shook his head. He looks around the dressing room, searching for something he can use to break the glass and get his brother out of that suffocating bottle. John Dory attempts to break the glass, but it’s no use. He kicks at it, punches at it, throws the heaviest things he can carry at it. 

Floyd drops his head against the glass with a soft thump, “It’s no use, JD. The bottle is made of diamond…” 

“Diamond,” John Dory repeats the word. It rolls off the tip of his tongue like a dry, dusty heap. There is only one thing that can shatter diamond. John Dory feels helpless once more. Floyd’s eyes droop as he stares at his feet. “There’s only one thing that can shatter diamond…” 

“Yeah,” Floyd laughs miserably. Laughter and loud foot falls cause his head to shoot up, “John, you have to leave. They’re coming back. If they catch you—” 

“Floyd, I won’t abandon you.” John Dory argues.

Floyd slams his fist against the glass, “No, just save yourself, please. Do it for me.”

“Floyd–” 

“I don’t want to see my big brother trapped in a jar.” Floyd says. 

The door knob jiggles and the click of a key echoes. John Dory looks at Floyd, his chest swelling with determination. He shoots his trusty grappling hook up, and it latches onto the vent. “I’ll be back for you, bro. Count on it.” John Dory’s pulled back up into the vent as the door opens and two near-identical rageons enter the dressing room. The last thing that John Dory sees before he begrudgingly makes his escape is one of the rageons picking Floyd’s bottle up and shaking him cruelly.

#trolls #trolls 3 #trolls band together #john dory #floyd #brozone #branch #clay #spruce

[pix3lplays]

Hiiii! Your girl dad blade hc melted my heart. They were so sweeeet. (Do you think she would take more after him or reader?)

Can I request more headcannons about their relationship? (They say that only a daughter can truly melt a man's heat after all)

I just think it's funny how scary edgy blade would just instantly soften up at the sight of his daughter and his wife.

Oh my gosh thank you so much, I’m so glad you liked them! Here’s my thoughts on girl dad Blade!

-Blade and his daughter-

I think she’d look a lot like him. Same eyes, same hair, and she’d take after him quite a bit too, but she still retains your gentleness. His lack of gentleness was taught, not born in him.

And yes Blade is a huge softie for his spouse and daughter. He doesn’t really spoil her or anything, in fact he’s rather afraid of hurting her so he tends not to touch her or stuff like that. But you can even hear it in his voice. He tries to speak more gently to you and her.

There’s a sad amount of distance between them, what with him being so afraid to hurt her. But she wants to be cool like him when she grows up. I imagine he’ll teach her the sword when she gets old enough.

Blade doesn’t want her to grow up to be like him though. He’d much rather she grew up like you, kind and caring and considerate and gentle.

But at the moment her heart is set on being like dear old dad.

He’s flattered but he really wishes she’d choose a different path.

He’s very careful to keep his sword away from her until she’s old enough to hold it for herself. He really does want to teach her the weapon, he knows she’s capable, but he’s not sure when the best time would be.

For now they’re practicing with wooden sticks, and she kinda complains a bit about it, but soon she’ll get to handle a real weapon.

He wants her to inherit his sword when they both get old enough. It would be a neat family tradition to start with him, passing down such a meticulous and beautiful sword through the family.

She’s a little rowdy when it comes to playing with other kids, which you say she inherited from him. Which is probably true.

Thank you so much for reading~

#Honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #Blade #Blade x reader #honkai star rail Blade #Honkai star rail Blade x reader #Hsr Blade

[buckyysdoll]

— 𝐚𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬, 𝐩𝟏 —

જ⁀➴ — • a/n: i’m only on s1 so pls bear with me! － but i have a lot of thoughts for this man <3 this post will probably have a few parts !! i might turn some of them into actual fics, as well <3; cw: no smut (but brief ref to daddy kink), explicit mention of sickness/ throwing up! Xo

MAIN MASTERLIST

❧ — normally, his tie is completely poker straight — he takes great pride in neatness, professionalism. and yet he has one certain tell for when he’s stressed, or uncertain; toying with it, running his fingers idly down its length.

❧ — ordinarily, it wouldn’t be obvious enough for anyone else to notice. but of course you do, of course — even before his meticulous eyes.

❧ — like even (at the bau) before you started dating, you’ll just get up from your desk; walk over to him where he’s standing with a coffee by the table, and facing the others. he’ll falter mid-sentence and look to you right as you reach up and ask, “Can i please?” It becomes your new thing and he secretly loves how you notice, how you’re standing so close.

❧ — still, he’ll be furiously blushing after that; pretends he isn’t, keeping stoic. professional. he clears his throat, tries to look like his heart isn’t tripping by the mere fact your fingers had brushed him.

❧ — because truly, he may be the tall, dark and handsome emotionally unavailable agent, but just the slight scent of your perfume that carried on the air just then fully weakened his knees.

❧ — so then, queue the smirking side eyes and swapped looks by the rest of the team on that table — *cough* morgan and garcia the most, but even gideon smiles slightly to himself, and looks down.

❧ — he always makes you a coffee whenever he makes himself one. he doesn’t even ask, and just knows that it helps you to get through the day, wants to help you keep warm. once you are dating though, he softly kisses your temple as he puts it down on your desk. it becomes like a morning routine, a quick touch and a kiss before starting for work for the day.

❧ — but tbh, seeing him in the office with his white shirt sleeves rolled up just has you feral. and you know that it’s literally the worst time to be horny, but really — the muscles? the exposed veins? 😩

❧ — HOTCH TAKING CARE OF YOU DRUNK AND PUTTING YOU TO BED, helping you to undress. and the whole time he’s smiling softly to himself cos he’s just stupidly in love with you, with everything you do. tbh i adore those scenarios where drunk! reader doesn’t even remember that they’re married, so is like “omg who is he, he’s beautiful” and penny is like — “um, that’s your husband?”

❧ — he politely turns down your advances cos you’re so so drunk, instead just kissing your forehead.

❧ — he holds your hair back when you’re sick, and soothes you with this voice, rubs your back if it helps. says little things like “that’s it honey, get it all up,” or “it’s okay love, you’re okay.” i don’t mean to go all daddy kink, but cmon. this is hotch, after all. sue me 🫡

❧ — speaking of his voice — my god. just imagine how he sounds in the bedroom, i’m 😵‍💫 it’s so calm and measured when he tells you, instructs what he wants, but it breaks when he needs you

❧ — another drunk, inverse scenario — drunk aaron instead !!! bless his dear sweet heart <3 he rarely ever lets himself “have fun” (morgan’s words), but he goes out with the guys on the team. periodically that night, you get texts that steadily gain some repetitive themes — “i love you sweetheart,” “i miss you,” “have you had dinner?” “try to get some sleep, honey.” He comes back to you all clingy and soft 🥺 tbh, he just missed his wife.

❧ — like literally, this tumblr post (see below) — that would be hotch through and through, omg. especially if he didn’t even get to the point where he drank, and just wanted you more <3

❧ — a quiet night in with his wife was truly worth to him a hundred — more, even — nights anywhere else <3

#fanfic #fanfic writer #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfic #criminal minds fic #aaron hotchner #agent aaron hotchner #ssa aaron hotchner #hotch #aaron hotchner x y/n #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotchner x female reader #hotch x reader #hotch x f!reader #aaron hotch x you #aaron hotch x reader #hotch x you #hotch x y/n #hotch x female reader #hotch x fem!reader #aaron hotch fanfiction #aaron hotch hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotch fluff #aaron hotch imagine #aaron hotch fic #hotchner #hotchner x reader #agent hotchner #ssa hotchner

[garrothromeave]

this is pretty niche but i’m sure most mcd fans will catch what i’m getting at, but to give a general understanding: i’ve been hyperfixated hardcore on sonic for a while now and there’s some neat things i’ve taken from trying to force mcd/sonic aus, lol.

in the game sonic and the black knight (my favorite game. no i don’t have a type/j), sonic goes on a quest to save the kingdom of camelot from the underworld, of which king arthur is trying to take over - but, in the end, it turns out that he’s just an illusion puppeted by the kingdom’s sorceress, merlina. merlina goes crazy, merging the underworld and the kingdom in order to make the kingdom live forever - because she’s saddened by death.

tl;dr sonic beats the shit out of the wizard merlia after she tried to take over the kingdom with immortality and then has this incredibly touching moment: “merlina… every world has its end. i know that’s kinda sad, but… that’s why we have to live life to the fullest. at least, that’s what i figure!”

and i can’t help but connect that to aphmau. to me, aphmau is PERFECT for sonic’s role - even if their personalities are very different, their core traits are still the same. make sure everyone gets to live life. to live freely, and to love!

another core feature about sonic, is that generally, he’s not meant to change. he changes the world around him. he, despite being the main character, isn’t the focus of the story - the people and the world surrounding him are! and i LOVE to imagine aphmau in that similar role, not necessarily changing herself, but everything else. motivating people to be their truest selves, liberating everyone for that chance of freedom, and giving second chances.

and honestly - she is this character. in season 1, aphmau stays primarily very much so the same. she’s the strong, fun, light-hearted one who never seems to take things too seriously (while still taking them as they are). that’s what’s so appealing about her! she’s driving the world to change! she’s making huge influences on the people around her! she’s the main character, the story-driver, the reason the world is going uphill.

and then by season 2, we lose that.

there’s nothing wrong with character development. obviously! it makes for characters to feel more real and 3-dimensional, and i’m not even saying that mcd’s format would have supported this type of character anyways, but truly… i think the concept still remains dear to me. aphmau is not meant to change; she’s meant to change the world around her. support everyone else into achieving what they’re meant to achieve. etc :(

kinda rushed art below but. consider. consider

#what am i supposed to do. ok . i need to merge my special interests it needs to happen #sonic x mcd who’s feeling it #IF ANYONE ELSE IN THIS FANDOM LIKES SONIC PLEASE INT #I HAVE SO MUCH. SO MUCH TO SAY #anyways my sonic and the black knight / mcd au will never see the light of day here but #that au sits in my brain. a lot #anyways #aphmau #minecraft diaries #mcd

[activatebutterflyshield]

Songs that make me really really really want to learn animation so I can make epic sequences with them as the soundtrack

- Notos by the Oh Hellos, itd make a great phoenix-rising, defeated-character-realizing-their-power-and-absolutely-destroying-someone-who-did-them-real-trauma thing. Also the metaphors and imagery. “Every inhale I take, swallow the ocean whole and I am one / With the hurricane, tall as the tide that laps with a rabid tongue”??? “With every exhale I break you down with a fury, I lay the hills undone / Like a dog gone untamed, bellowing out a river from my lungs”??????

- Boreas by the Oh Hellos, the perfect sort of ‘Im completely defeated but by god I’m still going to do something to help’

- Okay I should just include all of the Four Winds EPs in here. Get over here, Eurus and Zephyrus. Passerine and Rio Grande specifically.

- The Horror and the Wild by the Amazing Devil, see this one fandom post I made that was basically a desperate attempt to visualize an animatic I could never make

- Chords by the Amazing Devil, entirely different vibes but bloody hell it lights a fire in my heart every time I hear it. Just. “We were the winter nights / So you could be the morning snow / Your life begins by leaving / And our love is shown / In the letting go”????????

- Rockslide by the Crane Wives. Im writing a whole thing about that album, Coyote Stories’, relationship with climate change and the generally horrible state of the world and this song is the reason. “Oh I pray today my soul to keep / But we best get a move on or the devil we will meet”?? I mean. Mates. It hits hard.

- Sleeping Giants by the Crane Wives. Same album as Rockslide and just as strong if not more so. It would make for a great call-to-war or prelude-to-a-big-ol-battle.

- Rule #3 Paperwork by Fish in a Birdcage. By goodness is Paperwork underrated (though methinks Rule #2 Moonlight is even more underrated but thats just a good song) and I love it to death. Just a great song for an easygoing time. Or, alternatively, a great song for a subtle call to action.

- Rule #33 Pyre by Fish in a Birdcage. Its just great. A final, fond farewell from a beloved parent or mentor or loved one or other dear person telling you that you’ll be fine after they’re gone. Also the accordion is really neat in this one. “Trust yourself and live it your way”. It just is great.

- WOLVES OF THE REVOLUTION. ARCADIAN WILD. This gave so much inspiration for writing a revolution and the people involved in it. Its perfect for that arc. It doesnt bloody matter if said revolution is in a war tragedy of a fanfic.

Theres more but I dont have much to say about them, so just know that Horse Soldier, Horse Soldier (Corb Lund), Solar Waltz (Cosmo Sheldrake), Mvmt II Begin and Never Cease (The Oh Hellos (really bloody Christian but its so good just music wise)(Also Christmas as hell)), The Day Goes On (Bill Wurtz), and my very dear Discord’s Smallest Violin (The AJR Discord) are also very dear to my heart and would probably become something if I had enough commitment and free time and all those other extremely volatile factors to actually learn how to animate. I will, someday. But that day is not today.

Also I swear to you @writer-of-random-things I am writing the climate-change-Coyote-Stories thing. It exists. Or, about half of it exists. I got to The Hand That Feeds and its. Uh. A lot.

#the oh hellos #the amazing devil #the crane wives #fish in a birdcage #the arcadian wild #me running my mouth #<- that will be the tag for uncategorized ramblings #here and on activate-shadow-of-the-window

[ideasvoid]

Hello! Hope you don't mind but can you write Wraith, Doctor, and or Deathslinger with an s/o that was once blind pre-entity but upon entering it's realm, they're mistaken for a killer due to their... Less then human eyes that the Entity granted em in order to see?

(Also, wanted to say that some your other writings are great!)

Of course my dear! Thank you for your kind words.

I’m going to go with the idea that the readers eyes look similar to Maurice’s eyes, as that’s the only reference we currently have of the entity giving things eyes.

Bhvr give us the horse back. Also I made moodboards for the characters to use instead of gifs :D I think they’re neat.

Tw - a rude comment by Herman.

The Wraith - Philip Ojomo

Philip loomed among the trees, watching intently as the fog rolled unnaturally to reveal a path, breaking open his realm to allow another entrance. The crunching of leaves replaced with the dull thumps of shoes on dry dirt.

He watched you step into his realm, his world. He watched as you instinctively reach your hands out, to reach to feel things you could now see for the first time. It mesmerized him.

Truly, he adored you. He would have adored you as you were just as he adored you now.

He stood from his spot, catching your attention. You flinch and it makes his heart skink. Slowly, he raises a hand to hold it out to you. You ease yourself moving to take his hand, moving your fingers over the scarred, mud caked hands that have caused so much pain. Yet you look at him like he is the sun, marvelling at him in the quiet moments you share. And he watched you carefully, looking over your face and into your eyes.

Your eyes.

They haunt his dreams in the best and worst ways. Pulled to this realm sightless and confused, only for the creature above to pluck your eyes from you and switch them with replacements crafted from the very same fog that imprisoned you.

Philip stepped forward, a hand raising to caress your cheek. The wraith leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your head. He worries for you, worries until he is sick while you are away in trials. He fears that the entity will grow bored in her hunger and steal away your new found sight. His grandmother always did tell him was a horrible worrier.

You leaned into his touch, and he felt himself ease. He would always worry, that he knew. But so long as you were in his arms, would simply adore you.

The Doctor - Herman Carter

The halls of Lery’s Memorial Institute echoed with the sounds of shutters clattering and the idle, ambient sound of electricity humming. Herman sat at his desk, writing down his observations of the day. His eyes flicked to you as you looked around the room from your spot on the edge of his desk.

He was fascinated by you, just as much as he was infatuated. You were a particularly interesting case due to your eyes, unnatural and unnerving in their design yet captivating all the same. He wondered how the world was from your perspective, the deviation between what you had imagined from what was true.

Herman lifted a hand to catch your chin, pulling your attention towards him. He watched you gaze travel along the cables embedded in his skin, twisting and tunnelling the electricity through his body, and to his face. Oh how he must have been a terrifying sight for you, his features pulled taut into a freakish display. Yet you looked at him and smiled. So very interesting.

You had been surprisingly patient with his incessant questions. Droning on and on about how he had this thought or that, you were almost amazed he had gone so long without even attempting to ask if he could remove one for study. You assumed he already knew the answer. You watched as he jotted down more notes, his hand still on your chin, lulling you in a quiet comfort as he worked. It almost startled you when he spoke. “Have your little playmates settled down with your presence yet?”

His question had caught you off guard, was he - checking up on you? Yes the two of you were sort of a thing but Herman was still… Herman. Most of the time he seemed wholly uninterested in your life outside the institute - hell, he didn’t even bother to remember the names of the few other survivors who weren’t too scared to speak to you in the beginning. Simply referring to them by belittling titles or by parts of their appearance. Bill, while being a laughably easy name to remember, was referred to only as “the old one” and on one occasion, while Herman was in a particularly foul mood, as “lung cancer”.

“Most have” you started, fiddling with the edge of your shirt “some of them think I’m not real, like the entity made me to do - I don’t know, something.” He watched you from the corner of his eye, writing your response down before releasing his hold on you. The Doctor folded his hands together and fixed you a look “does that bother you?” It was another odd question. Was he concerned or was he evaluating you? You thought a moment. It was understandable that they would worry, as far as they were all aware you could have been a killer. That didn’t stop that weight in the pit of your stomach from getting a little heavier every time someone scoots away from you.

You couldn’t read his expression but you did notice the way his eyes darted towards one the shelves. One you had been told held all his findings on you and your fellow survivors. Herman stared intensely, watching for a change of emotion. He turned away looking back down to the document laid out on the desk. “Does that bother you?” It was his turn to be examined and it was very clear Herman didn’t like it. Still - he gave it a moment of thought, tilting his head side to side as his ever turning brain settled on a response.

“Yes.”

The Deathslinger - Caleb Quinn

The calls of vultures sounded throughout the arid landscape of Glenvale, or at least the calls of whatever strange replication the entity had created did. Picking away at bodies that never seemed to decay under the scorching fake sun above. Noisy things, even the fake ones.

Surprisingly you had taken a great liking to the creatures. Unbothered by their scavenger ways, and instead watching the how their feathers would stick up right before they roused or how they’d tilt their heads so far to the side you almost worried they’d fall over. You were enamoured by them.

Caleb watched you from his place on the saloon steps, idly chipping at a piece of wood with his pocket knife. He didn’t understand the intrigue of such things. They were just birds, loud, obnoxious, and at times just downright mean, birds. He’d shoo them away if they cared enough to even pretend to fear him. Yet you still would creep up to watch and look back at him excitedly every time one would shake its tail feathers or accepted whatever rotted offering you held.

He almost hated how it made his heart flutter or force a content smile on his face. That black, vile part of his soul that fuelled his hatred told him that he should rid himself of this distraction. He never listened to it of course, it was the same damn thing that had gotten him into this mess. No, Caleb had feelings for you - special feelings that were reserved for you and you alone.

He could somewhat understand the fascination if you had lived somewhere vultures weren’t common, added by the fact that you probably had only seen one the first time you had been brought to trial. So the opportunity to see them up close must have been special. You had even taken to naming them all, more than he could remember but he did know you were currently looking at “Barf”. It certainly suited it.

He could still remember the first time he’d seen you, almost pulling death to Bayshore’s trigger prematurely out of surprise. The fact that you were new wasn’t the thing that had startled him, it had been the otherworldly gaze that stared back. It had scared him to his core in a way that only a man raised on Irish Catholicism could explain, even in this twisted world. Those eyes that had been the first thing to scare him since he had entered this place and yet now they were things that he correlated to the one good thing in this hell.

Caleb returned his gaze to the half finished carving, turning it this way and that in inspection. The wooden vulture wouldn’t be done for a bit, but if you truly liked them, then he would tolerate them.

#dbd imagines #dbd x reader #slasher fic #the wraith x reader #philip ojomo x reader #the doctor x reader #herman carter x reader #the deathslinger x reader #caleb quinn x reader #Hallowsden #wren writes #i’m sorry this took so long #Herman was giving me so much trouble this time. #i hope you enjoyed it nonetheless #<3

[desafinado]

ahh congrats on 200!! once you’re less busy with work (rip) could i please request a school/uni au where reader is a secret admirer for any characters of your choice? maybe they’re part of the same friend group, or they share similar classes? oh or maybe they consult/ask the reader for advice about the letters or smt? i don’t mind the format btw! thank you so so so much:D

(ps. idk if you keep anons but if you do, could i be 🍁 anon~?)

°｡⋆ thoma, ayato x reader (wc: 2,129) °｡⋆ thoma relationship w/ reader a bit interdependent, swearing, fluff, banter note: omg yes i love this idea!! also yes you could be 🍁 anon!! and you'd be my vv first anon so omg yay welcome!!! and hope you enjoy ^^ (also chose thoma and ayato bc of those school uniform collab thing, it was what first came to mind)

ayato ♡

you could not ignore his presence the moment he entered the room. it was as if the mere presence of him warranted trumpets.

you were either enamored by him or scared to make even the slightest eye contact with him; his reputation as a wealthy heir and supposed poised nature preceded him.

you were in a rare minority though, that minority being almost infuriatingly annoyed with how everyone treated him like a prince. you didn’t care about him for the most part, but it was annoying to hear his name in every conversation right before class started.

that was, of course, he was randomly assigned to be your partner for a term long project.

“hmm, i don’t believe we’ve been acquainted. kamisato ayato, and you?”

oh brother, this guy stinks (/j) but all those inner thoughts you’ve had making fun of him were quickly meeting its end.

he was polite enough; teased you a bit, but nothing you couldn’t handle. it was actually fun to see his reaction to you teasing him back.

“you know, i believe you’re the first person to call me a piece of shit… well to my face at least.”

he was more self-aware than you thought, good company too. he seemed to be a bit more of himself around you too, and you appreciated that.

your friendship went way beyond just study sessions and meetings, opting to hangout just because you liked each other’s presence, isn’t that neat?

eventually, he’d also open up more emotionally. telling you his woes, the pressure of being the heir to the kamisato business, caring for his younger sisters, and of course, general university/college student stress.

you heard him out every time, and always knew how to help him get out of his head.

“wanna come over and cry it out over som–” “yes.”

you had realized it when he slept over one night, he had fallen asleep on your lap, snoring quietly. you were gently stroking his cheek, admiring his soft skin, how kissable his lips were.

kissable lips? now, wanting to kiss them could imply a multitude of things, but that coupled with how much you cared for him, and the way your heart fluttered around his small acts of appreciation… you had fallen in love with him, hard.

after that “small” epiphany, you tried to bury it down, down deep in the recesses of your mind.

everyone must’ve had at least a moment in which they thought they were in love with a dear friend, right?

that was what you told yourself everyday for the past two months.

you tried to keep it buried, but the pounding of your heart only got stronger each time you were left alone with him. at nights, your thoughts would linger on what it would be like to take him out to dinner, send cute couple texts, and all of those domestic activities.

but for now, you could only stay where you were, a friend and a partner (in class).

it was valentine’s day, and you both were stuck in the library trying to make some progress on your term project. it’s not like you had any better plans anyways, you’re just hoping ayato didn’t mind. 

“what about this journal? it correlates with our topic.”

he sends you a link of the article in question and you skim through it; ayato is watching intently for any sort of response. you hum in approval, looking up at him from your laptop.

“i think we can use it, yeah. honestly, i just want this done with… and anyways, we can just do improvements on the final stretch.” you sigh a little, thinking of all the work left to do after this particular stage of the project. he raises an eyebrow with an all-knowing smirk.

“hmm? why in a rush? you have a valentine’s date perhaps?” you shut your laptop, sighing even more dramatically. “okay, one, you know i’m a loser, and two, maybe i'm just tired, dumbass.” ayato giggles at your misery, cleaning up his own things.

“you’re not a complete loser, despite what you might think.” he mumbles almost inaudibly, but you certainly heard it. it takes you aback and sets your heart ablaze, sure, but you shrug it off and try changing the topic. 

“what about you? you surely must have some event at the very least. aren’t you part of like three different organizations?”

he shakes his head, picking up his bag. “ok yes, but i actually don’t really care for the holiday that much. it's just an excuse for couples to show off, is it not?” now, that elicits a chuckle from you. “aw, really? maybe you’re just bitter you don’t have anyone to spend it with.”

he stops dead in his tracks, looking up at you; he’s rolling his eyes, and you’re laughing at your successful attempt in throwing him off.

“oh, whatever. it’s not like you have anyone either.”

“yeah, but at least i’m not the valentine’s equivalent of the grinch”

“hey! i never said–”

you both earn a shush from another nearby table, stopping your little squabble. you both decide to leave the area before continuing your conversation any further. once you’re both out, ayato takes the chance to continue what he was saying.

“as i was saying, i don’t detest the idea of love itself. i just see no point in celebrating such a holiday when you could be showing your lover how much you love them everyday.”

he had a point, and it was actually pretty poetic and romantic.

“okay, well that’s besides the point, valentine’s day is still a pretty cute excuse to go all out.” you swoon, thinking up the most romantic scenarios. a subtle smile rests on ayato’s face before he playfully shakes his head. “to each their own, i guess. just know that if it were me, i’d never let a day go by in which you aren’t aware of how much i love you.”

…

freudian slip, he was distracted by your cute face and the way it lit up at the thought of romance. you smirked at the turn of events though.

“me?”

“i mean… yes. i-i do wish to treat you as s-such… but i didn’t mean for it to–”

“i like you too, ayato. i... i've been waiting to say that for a while now.”

“oh… really?”

“yes, now take me out! you said you would treat me as such did you not?"

thoma ♡

it was your first few days on campus, and you were overwhelmed by everything. so many people, new places, and you all by your lonesome.

you weren’t a sociable person and it was tiring, you felt your head pounding at the thought of all the ways every little thing could go wrong.

you sat alone at lunch, trying to handle your oncoming headache, when someone approached you from behind.

“hey, uh are you alright?”

you were stunned to say the least, and turning around to see him only intensified that surprise.

“oh, h-hi.”

he introduced himself as thoma, he had the sweetest, kindest, most sunshine filled smile you had ever laid eyes on; you felt comfortable in his friendly aura, but you couldn’t help but feel a bit anxious talking to someone as gorgeous as him.

his eyes shined every time he chuckled, and you swooned in response, letting him steer the conversation away from your worrisome thoughts.

eventually, he was able to talk you into going to the uni’s clinic, and he made sure to stick by your side until he was sure you were in safe hands.

“now, i’ve got a class, but this isn’t goodbye, right? next time we meet, i hope to see you in a much better state.”

he was so… gr. you’d rather him the one taking care of you, cuddles, handholding, and all, but yes, you definitely wanted to see him again.

over time, you’d run into him more often, text him every now and then, even eat lunch together with his friends.

he was such a delight to be around, you had any question about events, rules, recommendations, literally whatever and he’d have the best advice.

you’d spend hours sharing stories and random opinions, you even found yourself skipping a class or two just to spend an extra hour with him.

he took care of you so well, but it was also a somewhat somber reminder that you were just a friend to him, someone he took care of. you definitely didn’t want him to see you as some sort of younger sibling.

that was when you took it upon yourself to really lean more into the uni life. you tried going to parties, joining clubs, even going on a few dates. 

at this point, you weren’t so sure anymore if you were doing this for the experience or to run away from your feelings.

you found yourself blowing off hangouts with thoma in favor of some random frat party or blind date. even for lunch, you’d excuse yourself, saying you had to study or get some rest before your next class.

you couldn’t hold him off forever though, a simple text was all it took.

“we need to talk. meet you at that dog cafe by the flower shop in 30?”

“thoma?”

you looked like a corpse fresh out of the grave; your skin looked like it desperately needed some sun, and dark spots were evident under your tired eyes. thoma took your hand and guided you to a booth with some drinks and food. it was definitely tempting.

“we haven’t hung out in a while, i’m worried about you, you know?”

his frown hurt you like never before, but you knew it was only because of his concern. you took a seat across from him, slowly nodding.

“i know, i’m sorry. i’ve just been trying to expand my horizons? i don’t actually know anymore.” you sigh knowing you can’t even lie to him, he always sees things through. you took a sip of the drink he had ordered for you. he looked deep in thought before speaking up.

“then, why not talk to me about it? was it something i said? did you…” his voice is strained as he voices out the next words. “have you been making new friends?” there's an encouraging smile on his face, but you know it's only for show, for you.

“i tried, but no, not really. nobody compares to you, thoma.” your eyes meet his as you say his name. you didn’t mean to, but you wanted to be sincere. thoma, in return, blushed profusely, not expecting you to express such sentiments.

“ah, really?” the poor boy is trying to calm his racing heart and focus on you. “i– that’s nice to know that you think of me that way– n-not to say making new friends is bad! i just thought you had forgotten about me.”

“how could i? when all i could think about was coming back to you.”

“wait, what do you–”

“i like you, thoma. i love the way the light hits your face, i love how thoughtful you are about everyone, i love all the nonsensical conversations we’ve had. the only thing i hate about you is how much of an effect you have on me; how being away from you makes me sad, and being with you fills me with an uncontrollable rush of adrenaline… and, and even then, it's only my fault.”

your eyes closed shut the whole way, you can’t bear to see the pity on his face. you knew it was bad, you knew doom was imminent, but the only thing that hurt more than avoiding him was lying to him.

“i like you too… in that very same way, and i apologize if i ever made you feel like i didn't.” his hand slowly rested on top of yours from across the table. your eyes squinted slightly to see his face; there was a soft blush dusting his cheeks, and emerald eyes gazing back at you.

you slowly shake your head before replying. “you never did, you made me feel at home. i thought you’d only see me as some bothersome thing you had to care for, so i wanted to prove to you, and i guess myself, otherwise.”

his smile only widens, as he leans over the table to give you a kiss on the cheek. your eyes are fully open now, letting go of his hand to feel the warmth he left on your cheek.

“you were never a burden, if anything, my love for you sorta just overflowed that it manifested in those ways, me being a mother hen basically.” he chuckled, taking your hand in his. you nodded, focusing your gaze back on him.

“but now, i want you to trust me, let me love you, is that okay?”

divider: henri le sidaner | requests are open!! please do not repost on other sites

#thoma #ayato #thoma x reader #ayato x reader #genshin x reader #genshin imagines #genshin impact #fluff

[hope-to-hell]

No Way to get Ahead. August Walker. Allusions to death and dismemberment, nothing particularly explicit. This is a chance for August to unload a bit, in the form of a one-sided conversation with some unknown goon. Anyway, it’s not like it matters who they are. Were. Whatever.

——

Would you— just give me a minute here. Christ, the blood’s not even dry yet and you’re here with your million fucking questions. So listen, and watch, and shut your mouth while I work. It took me weeks to get here, weeks to track this fucker down and what did I get?

More questions.

More endless questions, each tied to the one before. It’s gonna be a nightmare getting this straightened out. Not like she’s gonna care. I’ve got a name and that’s good enough for her but this isn’t about Sloane, not really. Besides, the who is ephemeral. Lackeys come and bodies go and nothing ever really changes. It’s the what and the why that are giving me trouble. Something’s on the wind, something nasty even for me. There’s so much rot, you can’t help but smell it. It stinks of mildew and bile, old blood and new piss.

It smells like being buried alive.

The bitch of it is, I’m good at this. This shit about the Hammer is all smoke; I leave a few bodies for the cleaners and a little bit of intel all wrapped up nice and neat: dear Erika, I saw this and thought of you. But that’s not the good stuff. It doesn’t really matter if she has their names; they’re just meat by then. And teeth, and fingernails, and bits of viscera here and there. It’s a show, don’t you get it? I bring the goods and get a pat on the head and if I let her pull my hair a little— well, who says this can’t be fun once in a while? Besides, blood calls to blood. We’ve both got that audaciously stubborn streak; it’s what I lov—

And if I spend a little extra time in the reading rooms all by my lonesome, who’s gonna think anything of it? Secrets have a way of threading themselves through the earth, through concrete and steel til they rattle around in the walls. If you’re careful, if you’re focused, you can hear them; it’s like they want to be heard, to be caught. And it doesn’t matter if I’m seen down there. Being Erika Sloane’s pet has its advantages. I’m hers; I go where I’m ordered, so anywhere I am is right where I’m supposed to be.

The question is, friend, are you where you’re meant to be? Because I have this sneaking suspicion you’re not here out of the goodness of your heart. Maybe you’re someone’s dog too, and I can guess whose. It’s a wonder I can get anything done with the way he’s always watching and picking and being so goddamn irritating about every little thing. John, did you set the charges? Is there sparkling water in the helicopter? Are you sure the apartment isn’t bugged? You’d think I was some fresh-faced kid right out of the Academy. And if I have to hear one more word about Ethan fucking Hunt—

You know, as long as you’re here you might as well make yourself useful. Nevermind whose hand that is; it’s none of your business. Yeah, in that cooler there. Bag first, then ice. You want it to get frostbite? I would’ve taken their head, but it’s not so pretty anymore. Still, I’ll box this up all nice and neat and leave it on Sloane’s desk. She’s not much for the whole it’s the thought that counts thing, though. Might have to butter her up a little. She might see right through it, but that’s part of the fun. And you know, she tastes so sweet when she’s on the cusp of finding out.

Listen. I know Lane doesn’t much like what I do with his guys but a body’s a body and it’s not like it’s hard to pick up another angry disillusioned kid looking to get back at the world. All he has to do is tell you about a world of equals, born from the ashes; he piques your interest and sends you on a few simple errands, and before you know it you’re marching in step to his idiotic schemes. It’s hard to back out when you’ve got agency men climbing down your throat and Solomon Lane fucking you right in the ass with his wouldn’t it be a pity if somebody found out what you get up to when you’re away.

Lane and I agree on one thing at least: there’s rot in every part of this world and all we can do is burn it out. But he had to go and make it personal— he had to turn this into a dick-measuring contest against Ethan Hunt. He only has to hear the little twerp’s name and his pants are already around his ankles. Langley’s a vacation paradise by comparison. It’s all about the job: whether Erika’s dressing me down or undressing me, it’s nothing personal.

But listen. Whatever you’re doing here, whatever errand you’ve been sent on, you’re not leaving. Maybe you didn’t know the risk. It doesn’t matter. I can’t have so many of you out there knowing my face or the nature of my work. And yeah, I’m afraid that means you as well. We play a game where the rules are always changing and loyalties mean next to nothing. Like I said, the who doesn’t matter— only the why. If it makes you feel any better, that means me too. I’m just a part of the whole, one cog in a vast machine. Rebirth will come one way or another, and though I don’t want to die for the cause, it’s pretty much a given. After all, a phoenix can’t rise without burning first. You’ll just be kindling for the flame, but don’t feel too bad about it. So make it easy on yourself: hold nice and still, and I’ll make it quick.

Guess I’ll have a head to give Erika after all.

#henry cavill #august walker #august walker fic #pre canon? #maybe. #does it really matter though? #mission impossible: fallout

[salty-croissants]

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

Thank you for the request ! 

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

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

Anyway , hope this turned out okay ! 

Details : use of gender neutral reader ; 

established relationships ; 

no warnings needed 

Bullfrog 💚

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

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

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

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

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

< Heh … alright , thank you ~ > 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

< Good night , mon beau y/n … 

Je t'aime ~ > 

Rayman 🧡

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

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

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

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

< Are you sure you got enough pillows ? > 

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

< Heh , anything for you darling ~ > 

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

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

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

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

“Sorry , had to leave for work …

Please take it easy for the rest

of the day honey , and if you need

something just call me and I’ll do 

all I can to be back as soon as possible ! 

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

Ramon 🖤

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

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

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

< Nah , I think I do have to . 

Now come on , you need to lay down . > 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

< Pfft … ~ 

Alright , alright … just be careful , okay ? > 

< I will be . > 

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

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

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

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

#captain laserhawk #x reader #bullfrog x reader #rayman x reader #bullfrog captain laserhawk #captain laserhawk bullfrog #captain lazerhawk rayman #captain lazerhawk bullfrog #rayman #gender neutral reader

[panthera-tigris-venenata]

I’m just gonna post it here. With no context. There is some but I don’t feel like finishing it rn. (The context is that Uma isn’t on the Isle and the Hook siblings are running a crew together.)

Anyway. Enjoy about 750 words of the Hook sibling being mean to one another I guess.

Things are going fine, they really are. Really.

Well, fine. No one is actively dying, at least, which is about as good as it gets on the Isle.

And none of the Hook siblings are yelling at each other, which might be due to the fact that Harriet is, ehm, rather busy at the moment, and CJ is nowhere to be seen.

Harry is more or less haunting the deck of the ship, sitting at the railing of the command bridge and scaring the pirates into actually performing their tasks with his mere presence.

He is reading a book, or maybe just pretending to so he could catch the port rats slacking – one might never know with the Hook siblings. No one can tell what they’re thinking at any given moment, and they love it.

Harry smirks and taps his lips with his hook, only glancing up to tell Desiree to move it unless she wants to be scrubbing the deck for the rest of eternity, and off her own blood at that. 

He gets back to reading without checking if she obeys her command.

Next time Harry looks up, it is to greet Ginny Gothel, who just walked from the Captain’s cabin, smudged lipstick and tangled hair. Self-satisfied smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes, which are so dark they might be black holes. Pupils and nothing else.

She doesn‘t look him into the eyes much longer.

„So long, witch,“ he tells her, sliding of the railing and coming closer, „Ad arbitrium.“

She catches his hook before he can touch her cheek: „Fuck you, Hook,“ she says. 

The deck is silent.

„You wish,“ he answers, or maybe „Is my sister not enough?“

Maybe he said both, and maybe neither; Ginny laughs, high and wild. The wind carries the mocking sound away.

She never answers.

Harry doesn’t look after her as she leaves the ship. After all, Ginny Gothel is not his problem. He barely cares if she lives or dies.

He takes out a flask from his pocket; his rings clank on it way too loudly as he opens it. He takes a sip of the vile liquid inside.

His sister, the mighty Captain Harriet Hook of Dead Beauty, stumbles out of her cabin and immediately tears the flask out of his hands. He lets her have her drink before he pushes her away and takes <i>his</i> flask back. She can get her own alcohol, please and thank you.

Besides. 

She just saw Ginny.

„She left already?“ Harriet asks. She does <i>not</i> sound heartbroken or sad in the slightest,please and thank you. She is a Hook and they don’t have a heart, anyone could tell you.

Harry doesn’t deem it worthy of an answer anyway.

With another drink, he says: „And this is why I should be the Captain, sister dear.“

She sneers at him, grabbing the alcohol again. He will be resupplying from her personal stock.

Unsurprisingly, the taste of cheap rum does nothing to lessen her sneer.

„You, sister dearest, spend your time drunk and fucking that witch of yours, or worse yet, the Tremaine world wannabe.“

If the deck hadn’t been dead quiet and abandoned before, it certainly was now.

„You say that as if you didn’t fuck half the Isle, frater care,“ Her knuckles turn white where she holds the flask. Neat.

„And you drink as much as me.“

„Are you calling me a whore?!“ he declares in mock offence, loud enough for half the port to hear, really. 

„And I ain’t lying!“

Neither of them knows who started throwing things at this point, and the crew is too scared to tell.

Sometime during the fight, CJ comes, sneaking around them to get to her cabin; the older siblings interrupt their fight barely long enough to ask her where was she so long, and where does she think she is going?

„Why,“ the youngest Hook turns her nose up, „I’m crashing at Freddie’s now. Just getting some weapons and jewels and stuff. Eyeliner.“

„Touch my eyeliner and die–“ They both threaten at the same time, „Touch my jewels with one of your fingers and I cut off your whole hand, savvy?!“ adds Harriet.

„Geez, chill a bit. As if your stuff were Freddie’s style,“ sneers Calista, undisturbed by her older siblings, „Also, Anthony’s coming over. Just thought y’all would like to know.“

CJ cackles as her older sister pales considerably and uses the distraction to slip away from her siblings’ grip once more. Chaos cannot wait and all that.

#disney descendants #harriet hook #harry hook #cj hook #Ginny gothel #tw alcohol #tw discussion of sex life #swearing #they're not having a good time AT ALL

[yorshie]

why hello there sweet raccoon. hmmm eyeing your timezine a bit but i wont tell shhhh. Alas, i must know! <33

🌵 🥑 🔪 🦷 ❄️ 🏜️ 🦋🐚 ☁️ 🐝 🎨🧩

Hi keisha! It’s only (looks at clock guiltily.) oh. Oh ok yea you are right it’s pretty late my bad lol. I will honk sho after this raccoon’s honor.

Share the link to a playlist you love

- hm I think I’m gonna link The Wolf Queen, which fueled a lot of my werewolf boyfriend stage of life. It’s very much “I chose the wolf over the hunter” vibes and very darkly romantic.

You accidentally killed someone, which mutual do you call to help?

- Let’s be honest I would incriminate all of you in a voice chat session panicking to figure out how to get rid of a body. I am sorry.

What’s the weirdest topic you’ve researched for a fic?

- Hm…….. you know that tag for TMNT fanfic on AO3 called ‘turtle anatomy’? Lol

Share some personal wisdom or a life hack you swear by

- If you get stung by a wasp slap some mud on it. Tobacco works great too.

What’s your dream theme/plot for a fic and who would write it best?

- oh goodness. Honestly, I think it would be neat if the moots all wrote a chapter of the “same” story. Like a choose your own adventure sort of deal. It might be a bit difficult but I think it could be fun, if we picked a easy prompt.

What’s your fav type of comment to receive on a work?

- any type of comment makes my day. Literal keyboard smashes are great. Falling out of windows are hilarious. Play by play thoughts? Marvelous. Once a person just spammed the letter A for three lines straight and I laughed so hard I wheezed.

Share something that has been on your heart and mind lately

- I’ve had a lot of feelings worrying over friends. Hoping they’re doing ok and wondering how to navigate helping them when I technically don’t “know” them…but I hope they read this and they know I’m thinking of them.

Do you like or dislike surprises?

- *squints suspiciously* hm…. Is this a turtle grenade question? (Lol I usually like surprises unless it’s irl and the person drops hints. Not knowing but Knowing kills me)

What made you choose your username?

- so my favorite book is called “The Last Dragon” by Silvana De Mari, and Yorsh is a character in the book. It’s a very good book, sometimes I hear ppl refer to me as “Yorsh” and am confused because I’ll forget I named myself after him lol. But it’s about the last elf who goes on a quest without knowing it to find the last dragon.

Tag your biggest supporters and say one nice thing about them

The whole Turtle Fam including you Keisha just the fact that you all let me be crazy about turtles makes you all my biggest supporters. You’re all dear friends and I must say you all have excellent taste in fictional characters.

Link your favorite piece of fanart and explain why you like it

This one of bayverse Leo giving Mona a Gift by Tychou When Leo Met Mona is my comfort fic to read when I’m feeling down, but also I just love these two. I will never not go crazy over Tychou’s Mona and her dynamic with Leo always makes me soft and fuzzy inside.

What will make you click away from a fanfic immediately?

- I can’t read things in first person.

Thank you for the ask!

#ask away!

[amelia201]

The Death of the Moth

Chuuya really likes moths. For no reason. He thinks they are very neat, and he never kills them if they fly into his apartment, just gently nudged them out towards the open door or window.

The way they are kinda ugly if you look at them long enough just makes Chuuya smile.

He likes things like that in general, that conceal their beauty in their repelling nature, in the duality of being both appalling and gorgeous.

The way they always fly to the light, no matter how deadly, doesn’t strike Chuuya as stupid. Actually, he finds it poetic.

Many long nights, when insomnia was his only company, Chuuya spent reading non his phone, or watching something, getting annoyed at a few moths that flew inside his room and towards the screen.

It was the only source of light in the dark room, so of course they did. After a while, he began to consider it adorable.

What makes it a bit more difficult is that Osamu doesn’t like them at all. Hates the little insects, for no real reason. When Dazai once again kicked the door open back into his life and heart, Chuuya expected anything, but the fact that Osamu would hunt down “Chibi’s little friends” in an attempt to kill them. He said he didn’t like bugs in his flat, which sounded hilarious, considering he just stayed over one night and never left, somehow getting the impression that he now lived with Chuuya.

Not that Nakahara really did anything to stop him. He enjoyed having the long bean poke around him, waking up next to his lanky frame, and watch him be at peace for the few precious moments in the morning.

But he had to find a way to become friends with Chuuya’s moths.

Nakahara always got mad at him for killing them, he couldn’t understand it.

“Why can’t you just let them be!? They aren’t hurting you!»

Not expecting such a reaction, Dazai put the magazine down which he was using a weapon, and looked at Chuuya in a strange way.

They’re bugs, Chuuya. They’re tiny and annoying, and they fly to my phone and my face.”

“I find them pretty. And you can’t kill something living just because you find them annoying!”

Dazai was about to argue more, but the expression of Chuuya’s face was so dreadfully sad that Dazai grew worried it was about something more than little insects for him.

Nakahara didn’t really know himself what it was about. They were helpless, tiny little creatures, not exactly hated, but smashed at the earliest inconvenience. There was something about the cruelty of it that made his stomach turn, even though those were just moths.

He wasn’t insane. There was no chance he’d cry over a dead moth as he went to bed, or be upset at Dazai for killing them for longer than a few hours. So why was he getting so heated now?

Dazai, don’t kill them anymore.” Chuuya looked down, coming closer to Dazai, and taking his hand still looking away.

“Why?”

“Because I like them and I’m asking you not to, ‘Samu. Please.»

Somewhat stupefied from how sincere and sad Chuuya sounded, he just gripped the hand oh hit dear hatrack tighter and nodded.

“Alright. Alight, Chuuya, I won’t. Don’t be upset, alight?”

Instead of an answer, Nakahara just pressed his face into Dazai’s chest, hugging him.

That night, Chuuya had a dream, of a house somewhere really far away. Cicadas were singing throughout the hot July, somewhere in the darkness as his parents and him were sitting on the porch, enjoying the quiet night.

Bright lanterns illuminated the wooden construction, no real fire in them, only electricity, and the little insects flying around them, drawn to the light.

Moths, too, big and beautiful, and his little young self feeling happy. Safe.

Chuuya looked at the faces of the people he thought were his parents, but they disappeared like smoke. Seconds later, he woke up, somewhat jolted awake.

He was in his bed, with Osamu next to him, leaning against the bedrest and reading something on his phone, waving his hand at a moth that flew right to it.

“Sorry, Chibi, did I wake you?”

It was still odd to hear Dazai be this kind to him, and in the remnants of his slumber, Chuuya just gazed at his quizzically.

“You said not to kill them, but they are mightily annoying. I smashed my hand on the wall trying to have them leave me alone.”

Nakahara wasn’t sure what the feeling that he felt in that moment was. All he did was instantly crawl closer to Dazai, wrap his hands around him and gently kiss his cheek.

The gesture didn’t come as a surprise, but Dazai already surmised something with up with his partner.

“You alright, Chuuya?”

“I just had a dream…»

Oh…” Dazai’s voice dropped a few octaves to sound lusty. “What kind of a dream?”

The response was aight punch to his side.

“Not THAT kind of a dream, idiot. Just… I think it was a memory. From before…”

Chuuya didn’t finish. He didn’t want to talk about it, and out of all people in the world, Dazai would most certainly understand that sentiment. He never had to try and be something that he wasn’t with Osamu, not anymore, and lying in bed being held by him after an odd dream was a sufficient show of trust.

“Chibi, your moths…”

Thank you. Thank you for letting them be. I’d really hate to see them dead.”

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A Moment in a Million [Morax | Rex Lapis | Zhongli]

Content: Overuse of Similes (LISTEN), Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Soft, Pet Name (Dear), Honaki Impact 3rd Lore(??That might also be Genshin Lore??), Happy Birthday Zhongli!

Pronouns: None

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The nights in Liyue Harbor were colder than they were in the City of Mondstadt. You had learned this swiftly upon your arrival. You also had the pleasure to learn of Liyue's rich history as told by Wangsheng Funeral Palor’s Consultant,

Zhongli.

You met him by chance as you were torn deciding between Stone Harbor Delicacies or Noodles with Mountain Delicacies at Liuli Pavilion.

“I recommend Mountain Delicacies.” You jolted at the sudden velvety voice.

“Noodles in a meat-and-vegetable sauce. The sauce has a rustic flavor, and there's a generous amount of it mixed in with the noodles. A humble, but enduringly popular dish.”

Glancing over your shoulder, you were met with eyes of melted amber. You gave him a smile before turning back to the woman.

“I’ll take two of those, then,” You glanced back. “That is… if you’re willing to join me.”

He smiled, one that was sure to shine brighter as the lone moon in the sky.

He spoke of many things, like the origins of Blackcliff Forge and Lantern Rite, to the inner workings of procuring the finest ore. He also was a good listener, he's attention never wavered as you spoke of your homeland. Even if his smiled said that he knew, his eyes danced with unique curiosity.

And as he walked you home, listening to the chirps of night.

You realized:

You were in love.

What a way to start off in a new land.

Zhongli reminded you of your late grandmother’s home. Full of mysteries and wonder. A place where your imagination ran wild. She kept the main rooms, where guests were allowed to roam, neat and tidy. You’d never expect the dark corners of cobwebs and bugs, or the old paintings that seemed to watch you walk down the hall.

Like the main room, he was bright and inviting. Yet his dark halls were pillars of citrine, cold and unyielding. Sometimes, you’d catch him looking off into the distance, far beyond the harbor.

Far beyond Teyvat.

Perhaps even further beyond Celestia.

Your heart sank at the discovery.

You were, but a fleeting moment in his life, while he remained in bygone memories.

Never to be forgotten

Never to be seen again.

“I’ll never get used to these cold winters.” You murmured as you cupped your hands over your mouth, attempting to warm them.

“Even though you've been here for three years now?” Zhongli hummed. “How odd. I thought you would have been accustomed to it by now.”

“Yeah, maybe… but things here are very different. Mondstadt’s never had a breeze other than inviting.” You shoved your hands into your pockets. “These are… harsh.”

“And the winters of the City of Freedom are not?” He titled his head.

A sign that he truly didn’t know the answer to the question posed.

“Not really. If the winds are cold, they feel as if they’re teasing. Not enough to sting.”

He chuckled (You liked the sound of it). “Yes… the people of Liyue are built more sturdy than other regions.” He paused, “maybe not as sturdy as Snezhnayains.” He trailed off, eyes far off.

And that was that.

He reminisced with the sunset.

While for you, the tormenting winds of thought ravished you throughout the night.

“I’m sure you have questions for me.”

On the day of his birth, the final day of the year, he broke the serene silence that you shared of a secluded candle-lit dinner.

“And yet, I’m sure you know.”

You did.

Zhongli was no mortal man.

He knew too much. Not only of ancient histories, but down to the minuscule minerals in ore. His eyes glowed in a way different than that of vision users. His “Vision” didn’t hum like yours.

And when Rex Lapis died.

And Liyue almost fell to an ancient god, but was saved by mortals and adepti.

He seemed relieved.

A heavy weight removed from his shoulders.

You couldn’t deny it any longer.

You nodded, “but I want to hear you say it.”

Ever so familiar harden amber swirled with mixed emotions. “I am Rex Lapis, God of Contracts.”

“Morax, The Warrior God.” You added, watching as fear took the forefront.

“Yes.” The word laid heavy on his soul. Strong stance, crumbing at the confession.

“A god who has lived for more than six thousand years.” You bit your lip. “While the life of a mortal is but a flash of lightning—fleeting.”

He said nothing.

So this is how it ended.

On his birthday, as the sands of time turned anew.

However, there wouldn’t be a renewal of this relationship.

“Why would you waste my time?” Tears gathered on your lower lashes. “My life is as small as a speck of dust compared to yours.

“Why spend four of my short years on something that would only bring us both heartache in the end?

“I’ve spent four years loving you… only to be a flame’s flicker in the end…”

You couldn’t hold it in anymore.

Tears fell as waves down your cheeks, washing over the amber necklace he’d given you as a gift sometime during your second year in Liyue.

You wanted to take it off, to rid yourself of him.

But you couldn’t.

Unlike a god, you couldn’t throw away love as true as this.

“Please allow me to temper your wilding thoughts.” He sounded… unsure.

You didn’t blame him. You were a sobbing mess at this point, but you were able to calm yourself enough to allow him to try to reason with your unreasonable thoughts.

“I apologize for making you feel as though the time we’ve spent together has been a waste on my part. On the contrary, the time spent with you is unparalleled.”

You rolled your eyes. “You are literally the oldest of the Seven, Zhongli.”

“Yes,” He smiled sadly, “but that does not make me immune to erosion.

“I made a contract with the Tsaritsa. A contract to end all contracts, if you will. Liyue did not fall, and so the contract was fulfilled.

“I handed over my gnosis— my connection to Celestia, and have thus been living as a mortal man—as Zhongli.

“Soon my godly powers will diminish, and I will corrode like any other. So, while I remain on this plane, I ask:

“Will you allow me to spend my final days with you?”

By now, your tears had stopped.

His words made sense, and you didn’t think he was lying to you.

Maybe you had rushed into the worst possible situation too quickly.

Your cheeks began to sting as the blood rushed to them.

“You’re asking if I’ll have you?” You crossed your arms with a raised brow.

He smirked. “Familiar, is it not?”

You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t help but grin.

“A moment with you is that of a million, my dear.” He coaxed you into his lap, placing a hand on your cheek. “If you’re willing to join me, that is.”

You smiled.

A memory of that was not forgotten.

A kiss as true as the clock striking midnight, pouring every ounce of your love into him.

Just as he poured back into you.

Tonight, you’ve brought in the new year with a new understanding of each other.

He was a god no longer, and you were a singularity.

Together, you realized:

This love was one in a million.

A love that would never be repeated in the infinite cycle of tree and sea.

A love that marks the trunk and abyss.

A love that is purely

You and Zhongli.

Reminder that this is an updated version of the 2021 work.

But I'm damn sure gonna pass it as a current birthday fic lmao

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