Im-im-

oops! my heart went- fuck

crying. tears in my eyes. he is so sweet, this is the kind of love that leaves you yearning at 2:43am on valentine’s day

wonderland

or:  there’s not a single hatter in all three realms, mad or otherwise, who could hold a candle to one of barbatos’ tea parties.

the obligatory barbatos-likes-tea post. our aesthetic today is all about fantasy finery, pastel colours and white marble and gold leaf - think 18th and 19th century continental high society, rococo, chinoiserie, trompe-lœil, all ruffles and lace and brocade… gn!reader, giddy romantic fluff as far as the eye can see. no content warnings, although some description of food towards the end. barbatos making the most of a warm, spring afternoon in 2000 words or less.

“yes, the gardens really are lovely, aren’t they? 

it’s finally springtime in the devildom, which in barbatos’ mind means one thing: tea parties.

(well, actually, it means quite a lot of things - the start of the social season, finalising budgets, the uptick in state banquets, approving festival timetables… all those things that the master of the royal household has to oversee. so in a very real sense, spring is probably the busiest time for poor barbatos, but for argument’s sake, he’d say the thing that he likes best about the spring would be the tea parties.)

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Oh to be in a poly relationship with Matsuhana

i am now all-knowing

being a switch is a hard life indeed

my friends jerk off to more avant-garde concepts than your friends do

😭😭 this is one of my favorite things about halsin tbh LMFAOO

Archdruid Halsin was embarrassed

(No tiefling was hurt tho)

not a want. a need.

the world when you're with me

synopsis: you seek out sylus for comfort after realizing you were wrong about him.

tags: comfort, fluff, implied avoidant!reader learns to trust sylus, implied avoidant!reader clings to sylus, sylus takes care of reader from afar, sylus has mephisto and the twins follow reader but wbk pairing: sylus x reader, reader is mostly mc word count: 802

a/n: is this the peak of literature? no. did i need to write it after the day i had? yes. did i need to post it today? no, because i’m trying to stagger my posts more, but here we are. anyway 4k caleb pwp coming tomorrow 

For the first few weeks after you’d infiltrated the N109 Zone, you’d avoided Sylus Qin like the plague. 

After being scared out of your wits by the first version of him you'd met—the cold, unavailable criminal mastermind who’d forced you to shoot him within 5 minutes of knowing one other—you were unashamedly wary of working with him again. 

But Sylus’s intel was unrivaled. More and more often, you found yourself visiting the N109 Zone to meet with him, eventually not even bothering to book a place to stay. There was always a guest room at the Onychinus base prepped for your arrival.

As you spent more time with Sylus, he’d noticeably changed his approach to interacting with you. Rather than forcing you to resonate with him, he’d explained to you how his Evol worked, letting you aim his hands at some training dummies to test it out yourself. Instead of unceremoniously shutting you out when he was tired, he’d drag his robe-and-slippers-clad self to sit beside you on the sofa, answering your cautious questions by practically giving away all his secrets. 

His shift in attitude hadn't stopped there. Sylus had clearly been using that endearingly incorrigible crow to keep tabs on you, but for the strangest reasons. 

Whenever you had a bad day at work, some building-wide maintenance emergency would magically appear, forcing your team to cease operations for the rest of the day. He’d text you a couple hours after your early dismissal, saying he was in the city and inviting you on an evening joyride to clear your head.  

The day after you’d lugged a case of water up the stairs to your apartment, having to pause a couple times to catch your breath, you came home to see your fridge mysteriously stocked with groceries. The only traces left behind were the masked twin figures you spotted scurrying away from your window. 

When a new phone showed up at your doorstep one day—you never even told him you’d shattered your screen, you thought—you’d decided that Sylus wasn’t as bad as you’d once assumed. Not anywhere near as bad, in fact. He was thoughtful, generous, and helped you without taking credit or forcing you to ask for it. You’d never had that before.

Which is why, somehow, you find yourself standing in the doorway of his armory, studying him silently as he polishes an antique-looking gun.

When he notices you, Sylus looks up, raising a delicately arched eyebrow. “Something wrong, kitten?” he drawls, subtly checking your body for injuries. 

Mind numb from your absolutely dreadful day, you stay silent while Sylus looks at you expectantly, his hands forgetting their earlier task. 

But for the next minute, you remain hovering in the doorway. You expect him to get annoyed—you almost want him to, so you have an excuse to go back to relying only on yourself—but all you see on Sylus’s face is patience.

When you start shuffling toward him, that patience mixes with a glimmer of anticipation that he visibly tries to suppress. You need him to be calm right now—an anchor, he thinks. If he loses his composure, if he startles you with his excitement at your approach, you might bolt at any moment. 

Sometime during his inner struggle, you reach him. Meekly, you stand before his chair, briefly opening your mouth before closing it. 

“What is it, sweetie?” he asks softly. “Tell me, and we can figure it out together. I’ll personally track down whoever seems to have stolen your words from you.”

At his offer, you break, collapsing into his lap. His large, warm hands immediately encircle your waist, and you bury your face into his neck, inhaling his leather and spice cologne. 

“Aw,” he coos in his baritone voice, rocking you slowly in his embrace. When he lifts your head an inch, you resist, letting out a soft whine. Gently, he guides your head back to his chest, his quickening heartbeat thumping in your ears and grounding you in the the moment. 

After several moments of silence, your deep, shuddering breaths the only interruptions, Sylus murmurs into your ear. “When I noticed you never ask for help, I was worried the world may not be treating as well as it should. You must be very tired, hmm?” he asks, rubbing his chin against your hair. 

Tightening your arms around him, you sit there for a while, his steady breaths seeming to mend a decades-long rift in your heart.

The next time Sylus tries to lift your head, you let him. He pulls your face from his neck so he can look into your eyes, hoping his gaze conveys his sincerity, before pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. 

“You don’t need the world when you’re with me,” he promises. “I’ll treat you better than it ever could.”

i wanna be unhealthy obsessed with kyoutani and have him be just as unhealthy obsessed with me

this- hurt me but in an amazing way. thank you for this beautiful piece of art

title: The Truth Untold

⥀ Pairings: BTS (OT7) x reader/you

⥀ Genre: idol!au, magicshop!au, humor, fluff, romance, angst, slice of life

⥀ Summary: Many people have always wondered about the secret behind Bangtan Sonyeondan’s success. The seven of them say it’s because of ARMYs yet their fandom says it’s their hard work, dedication, passion and charm yet no one really knows the real reason of it.

But enough about them, because this story is about you—you and your boring ass life that made you stumble upon this fanfic.

This is about you, who’s always been so curious and eager to read stuff about BTS; you, who dream to see them, be with them, laugh with them.

This is about you, who’s proud of each and every member and whose little happiness is seeing them healthy and happy, all smiles everywhere they go.

Unfortunately, this is the truth that was never meant for you to find out so back away while you still have the chance because trust me, ignorance is bliss.

⥀ Chapters: déjà vu | presque vu | jamais vu 

⥀ Warnings: This fic is one-of-a-kind. So, if you’re determined to get to the bottom of the story, then there are some rules to be followed. Each chapter will have their own specific warnings, I hope you could comply.

⌦ A/N: Tell me how you became an ARMY & I’ll tell you a lovely story about one. Please do not copyright.

all your stuffed animals love you. they're not sad if they're in a box, or on the floor, or not held/played with as much. they understand. they know that you might need another stuffie more, or that you don't have enough space. they're just happy to be with you, and if you ever give them away, they'll be happy there too. stuffies are for comfort. they understand. they love you too. it's okay.