More Wind Archer Cookie And Y/n Please!! They Kiss Kiss

doggo bois trio(???)

I'm loving Tighnari's design already _(:3 」∠)_

I can assure you, some people do NOT miss their days as trainees.

Creampuff (Mash Burnedead)

Flufftober Day 15

TAGS: Mash/F!Reader

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yae miko nudging a smitten kazuha as he watches from afar as you approach the sacred sakura for your weekly visit

kitsune kazuha for some reason has only been able to approach you in his fox form, so you're sorta standing by the tree waiting for your little fox friend to show up and a very amused yae miko shoves kazuha in your direction with a laugh NDHWHSGABAGASGABSSHSBDBSHDHDBADB

and so and and so when you turn around you see your weekly fox friend waiting for you, bumping your leg with his head for you to give him Pats. bc kazuha is weirdly shy around you and he will take all he can get OKAYDJSHSNS

@kazeyu THIS IS YOUR FAULT I CANT GET HIM OFF MY MINDJDHSJDHSJ

More celestial realm! Mc please. I beg of you 🙏🙏🙏😂😂😂

MC: *blinking their eyes in disbelief*

Lucifer: *sitting on MC’s lap; facing them*

MC: *gives off a troubled smile* What’s going on, Lucifer? Why are you sitting on my lap?

Lucifer: ...

Lucifer: I just feel like it.

MC: *laughs* Well, I hope you’re comfortable.

Lucifer: *hides his blush* Yes. Your lap is surprisingly soft.

Mammon: Oi, Lucifer. I never expected you would do something like this. Man, what are ya’? Five?

Asmo: I want to sit on MC’s lap too~.

Lucifer: *glares at them* This is my VIP seat. Back off. 

MC: *just shakes their head in defeat*

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Barbatos: How’s your stay in the house of lamentation? Are they not giving you problems?

MC: Not really. Well, except that Satan is getting jealous of Luke.

Barbatos: Luke?

MC: Oh, yes... I haven’t introduced him to you yet. Well, he’s with me. Luke, are you still asleep?

Luke: *appears behind MC* *rubbing his eyes a little* *yawns* No... I’m already awake.

MC: *smiles* Luke, meet Barbatos. 

Luke and Barbatos: *stared at each other* 

Barbatos: *smiles* Can I adopt you?

Luke: *face reddens* No. 

MC: Isn’t he adorable?

Barbatos: He is. He looks like he’s our son, don’t you agree? *chuckles*

Luke: I’m not! W-Well, I don’t mind MC being my parent, but not you!

Barbatos: I know how to bake sweets.

Luke: Really?

MC: Pft. 

Luke: I-I mean... I’m not interested!

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*In the Celestial Realm*

Raphael: *shaking Michael* *completely pissed off by him* You said that if we sent Luke, that would solve my problem.

Raphael: But no! It’s creating more problem!

Michael: Haha... I just made a suggestion. 

Raphael: You-!

Simeon: Raphael, if you worry that much, why don’t you go yourself? 

Raphael: *stops shaking Michael* *looks at Simeon*

Simeon: ...

Simeon: You have just realized?

Raphael: ...

Raphael: Yes. But what if father doesn’t allow me?

Theo: You can go, Raphael.

Raphael: F-Father!

Theo: *smiles* You have sent Luke even though he’s still on the lowest rank of angels. So I don’t see a problem if I send you too. 

Michael: Eh? So you already know that Raphael likes MC?

Theo: ...

Raphael: ...

Simeon: ...

Theo: Can you say that again?

Simeon: *face palm* Michael...

Michael: Oops. *laughs* 

FUCK I’m in love with this pathetic ass man

Fortunate (Alhaitham)

TAGS: Alhaitham/F!Reader, fluff, fatherhood, motherhood, domestic fluff, family fluff, pregnancy

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Language Of Love

AlHaitham X GN! Reader

“‘Italics’” = he’s speaking another language

“So.. you can speak 20 languages?”

A random conversation.

It was easy to guess how you got to this point, boredom.

Spending time with your.. acquaintance, who you may or may not have a crush on, wasn’t on your agenda today, but here you are - sitting on a chair in his office as he effortlessly scribbles down sophisticated words onto parchment.

The sound was certainly pleasing to the ears, skrch sccrch sckrch.

You had no clue what he was doing. Oh, the duty of a scribe..

Or why you even came here..

No.

You knew why you came here, to spend time with him, as a friend only. Or maybe you were less than friends. It was hard putting a label on things when it came to the emotionally stunted AlHaitham. He was almost as bad as the General Mahamatra.

You just forgot how boring spending time with him can be if he’s busy working, thus leading you to flip through one of the many books on his bookshelf.

Yeah, you quickly got bored of that too.

These weren’t story books, they were informative books. You suppose to a man like him who enjoyed learning, this was like being surrounded by candy. To you? Its like being surrounded by encyclopedias.

He probably reads encyclopedias for fun.

So here you were, starting a conversation on a little fact you heard an academia student mutter like it was a piece of gossip even though it was probably outlined somewhere.

“Yes,” The scratching of quill to paper continues even as he glances up at you for a split second, “It’s important for scholars to broaden their knowledge and fluency of languages as to not hinder important research that may be written in a different dialect.”

All of Teyvat spoke the same language, it was easy to wonder why everyone from ancient times suddenly decided to switch. Of course you wouldn’t ask him such a thing, not right now anyway.

You had a plan.

A plan to woo this man.

The many failed attempts before can not hinder you.

Smugly, you said to him, “I bet I know one language you can’t speak.”

Oh, you were already giddy.

Curiosity peaked, his scribbling halted, eyes on you, “Is that so?” He was eager to hear you answer.

Whether you were toying with him, or genuinely knew a language he could add to his list, he was willing to listen.

“Do tell.”

Clearing your throat, you sat up straight and gave him a cocky smile, “The language of love.”

You were met with silence, as expected.

He was starstruck, surely. In awe. Was he wooed?

You could easily speak up with the punchline after his response, oh!! You would say, ‘but I can teach you!!’

Oh, he’s about to respond! He’s-!

“You must be referring to the ancient Fontaine language used by higher class citizens, commonly known to scholars as the language of love due to how words would ‘roll off the tongue like silk’ when speaking it.“

–an idiot? You were gobsmacked.

And he was smirking on the inside.

“I’m surprised you know of this language, you must have learned something from one of the books you’ve flipped through in the library.”

“That’s not,”

“I can even demonstrate it for you.”

“Wait!”

You began to fluster as he indeed began speaking a language completely foreign to your ears.

He was right, the words did flow silkily. This did not make you feel any better. Your pickup line failed miserably.

“‘You are so adorable, trying to trick me like this.’”

You can’t help but pout, wondering just what he was saying.

“‘Look at you, cheeks flushed and puffed like a fish. Honestly, how am I supposed to work efficiently if you’re here distracting me.’”

“Aw come on,” You began to complain, frowning at the gloating male, “I can’t understand you, y’know.”

“‘I do wonder if you’re aware that I know you like me, you wear your heart on your sleeves, my dear,’” he smiles ever so slightly, which completely unnerves you, “‘I like you too.’”

His cheek rests on his knuckles as he leans back and observes your frustration. Oh, how happy he was you brought this up. Any chance to show off his ability and confess without you knowing is always a good opportunity.

He’d shower you in compliments and confessions in all 20 languages if he had the time, perhaps even spill secrets to your unknowing ears.

Oh, how he would like that. He could say his deepest, darkest desires and you’d only look at him with confusion.. maybe even annoyance.

The thought pleased the busy scholar.

“That’s so mean you know, am I supposed to look up your words in a dictionary or something?”

“Oh, they wouldn’t be in a dictionary.” He reaches forward and tugs at your cheek, elation swirling in his broad chest as you whine and swat at his large arm.

“Should you remind me at a later date,” when he’s finally made you his, of course, “I’ll happily tell you what I said.”

“How about right now.”

“It is not a later date, only the time has changed.” Breathing out a sigh, faking annoyance, he turns his attention back to his paperwork, picking back up his quill.

“Ok, so I can ask you tomorrow.”

“You can, however, I’m under no obligation to tell you until I want to.”

“I dislike you very much, Scribe.” You grumbled, settling back in your seat.

He chuckles to himself, “I’m sure you do, ‘sweetheart.’”

Riddle's mom: It seems you are fine now. I've already asked someone to arrange your luggage. You're going home with me and you'll be transferring to a more prestigious school—

Riddle: I'm not going, mother. I'm staying here in Night Raven College.

Riddle's mom: What? After you were attacked by that— Monstrous being?!

Riddle: They didn't attack me! I was the one who lost control over myself!

Riddle's mom: That is completely impossible, Riddle! You? Went on a rampage? I didn't raise you to be like that!

Riddle: BUT YOU DID!

Riddle's mom: ...

Riddle: Mother... You've never allowed me to have fun. To play with my peers. You made me study day and night, watching what I eat, how I act, and everything.

Riddle: You've never let me do things on my own.

Riddle: You said I would be happy following those rules.

Riddle: I've hold onto that, mother. Until I couldn't.

Riddle's mom: ...

Riddle's mom: I gave you everything, Riddle. Because I wanted the best life for you—

Riddle: NO, YOU DID NOT! THE LIFE YOU WANT FOR ME IS NOT THE LIFE I WANT!

Riddle: Even now, all you want to do is ruin the things I've made for myself.

Riddle: My friends, my school life... Mother, I've spent all the years of my childhood listening to you.

Riddle: This time, would you please listen to me?

Trey: *enters the room MC is in*

Trey: MC?

MC: *looks at him* *their eyes widening a little*

Trey: *smiles* I've got you some cake. *goes and sits next to them*

MC: ...

MC: *grunts* *pointing at the bandages*

Trey: *chuckles* I'm fine. Professor Crewel made sure I didn't have any serious injuries.

MC: *grunts in satisfaction*

Trey: How about you?

MC: ...

Trey: Oh, right. Wait. I'm sure I have a paper and pen here... There. *hands it to them*

MC: *writes*

MC: 'Will they take me away?'

Trey: No. Riddle's mother changed her mind. She said she made a grave mistake accusing you of terrorizing the students.

MC: ...

MC: 'Are you not scared?'

Trey: Of you?

MC: *nods*

Trey: *smiles* No. *pats their back, then rubs it comfortingly*

Trey: Eat this cake and let's get out of here.

Idia: Riddle's mother is lucky.

Ortho: She is. If she had refused to listen to Riddle Rosehearts, we would be forced to erased some of her memories.

Idia: I still prefer the latter, however, father mentioned that I should only use it in the worst case scenario.

Ortho: I hope we don't need to come to that.

Idia: Hm.

Ace: Are you okay?! And were you crying?! *holding their face*

MC: *grunts*

Trey: I didn't notice.

MC: *grunts* *smiling*

Trey: *laughs* I see. The cake made you feel better.

Cater and the other students: *standing away from them*

Deuce: What's wrong?

Cater: It's nothing. We just don't want to crowd around them.

Heartslabyul student A: Right. I think anyone would need some space after that incident.

MC: *looks at them*

The Heartslabyul students: ...

MC: *open their arms wide*

Cater: ...

Cater: Do you... Do you want to hug us?

MC: *grunts* *nodding*

Cater and the Heartslabyul students: ...

*runs to hug them while cheering*

Ace: Hey! Hey! No, no!

Trey: *laughs* Too late, Ace.

Riddle: *walks them back to Ramshackle dorm*

Riddle: I apologize on the behalf of the Heartslabyul students. I swear they're rowdy most of the time.

MC: *looks at him, seems want to be reassured about something*

Riddle: ...

Riddle: *smiles* I no longer have bitter feelings in me.

Riddle: Since you've torn it apart. *chuckles* *then stops to smile at them*

Riddle: Thank you, MC.

MC: *smiles* *then hugs him*

Riddle: I'll give you some flowers tomorrow. Would you want them in pot or bouquet?

MC: *grunts*

Riddle: Haha! Pot it is.

Diavolo: Lucifer! *looks at him while playing with MC's hair* *has this expression of discovering something new*

Diavolo: How can someone have this really soft fur?

MC: That's my hair...

Lucifer: They're of Solomon's breed.

MC: ...

Diavolo: Are you sure? But this one looks pure.

MC: I know my brother is shady sometimes, but can you please not insult him? I don't feel good when someone insults my brother.

Lucifer: You're right. They're a lot more different from Solomon.

Lucifer: That guy pretends not to hear anything.

MC: ...

Diavolo: By the way, I've heard from Lucifer that you're a good fighter. Do you want to try having a wrestling fight with me?

MC: ...

MC: I don't think I will stand a chance.

Diavolo: Don't worry. I will go easy on you.

MC: *immediately hides behind Lucifer*

Lucifer: *pleased*

Diavolo: Lucifer, hand me the puppy.

Lucifer: No. Besides, they do have a point. Your idea of "going easy on someone" will never work in your nature.

Diavolo: *frowns*

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*Lucifer and Diavolo finally letting go of MC and leaving them alone*

MC: *just staring into space because of exhaustion*

Satan: Hey, kid. You shouldn't be sitting on the sidewalk—

MC: *looks up at him*

Satan: *lowkey mesmerized by their face*

Satan: *realized that he got distracted for a few seconds* *shakes his head*

Satan: As I've said earlier, you should not be sitting on the sidewalk. There are a lot of people walking here. What if they accidentally bumped into you or something?

MC: *no thoughts in those eyes*

Satan: ...

Satan: Are you perhaps... hungry?

MC: No. I'm exhausted.

Satan: ...

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Satan: *brought MC to the House Of Lamentation*

Asmo and Mammon: MC!

Satan: You know them?

Asmo: Yes! They're Solomon's sibling!

Satan: Solomon?

Mammon: Hey, MC! You look lifeless! Here, I'll give you some hug!

MC: *immediately falling asleep after being embraced by him*

Satan: So it seems they're really that exhausted.

Asmo: *displeased* Of course. Lucifer and Lord Diavolo have been hogging them the whole day.

Satan: ...

Mammon: If only they made a pact with me first, this would never happen.