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𝐁𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞

A/N: Thought I’d finally write for Genshin after getting into it. Though honestly Zhongli was what first caught my attention after the game grew popular a few years back before I really took interest. Now I’m a fan.

Fandom(s): Genshin Impact

Zhongli|Morax/Rex Lapis x Fem Reader

Summary: In the past, Zhongli never would have thought he’d get to have this experience throughout all his time walking the lands of Teyvat. Of his past sins but also merits, he thought nothing could truly be novel to him anymore. Until he fell in love with you, and the life he got to now have with you after giving away his Gnosis. And he didn’t regret it a single bit.

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Content: Fluff, romance, established relationship, marriage, married life, domesticity, comfort, post Liyue Archon Quest, soft Zhongli, married Zhongli/Reader, retired/former Archon Zhongli, suggestive themes at the end.

Warnings: None.

Main List | 𝐙𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢 | AO3

In the past, Zhongli never would have thought he’d get to have this experience throughout all his time walking the lands of Teyvat. Of his past sins but also merits, he thought nothing could truly be novel to him anymore.

Until he fell in love with you, and the life he got to now have with you after giving away his Gnosis. And if he had to do it all over again or was offered a return to his archon days, he’d unwaveringly decline. As nothing would amount to being your lover and now, your husband. Where his first priority above everything else was you.

Like currently, as Zhongli returned home from his work. Done with meetings with clients, filling paperwork, or Hu Tao’s antics. He gets to come to a home shared with you, where the lights are already on and the kitchen being used for dinner to be served.

And while this doesn’t happen every day, your routines changing once in a while where your schedules don’t always align in your different jobs. It doesn’t diminish the fluttering and swelling feeling in the former archon’s chest when he gets to have you like this. Something so sweetly intimate and domestic, a word he’s now grown quite acquainted with. For a dragon, this was his nest, a cave where the most precious things he kept safe were here, such as your shared moments together.

“Welcome home, Li!” you smile serenely at him as you turn around from attending the working stove.

“Hello, my love.” Zhongli’s gold eyes soften as a gentle smile of his own reaches his lips.

Especially when you meet him once he enters the kitchen, wrapping your arms together in an embrace. Pressing your head against his chest, hearing his heartbeat despite his layers of clothes, your husband lays a kiss to your head. A light sound of a purr rumbled from him, leaving a tiny giggle to escape you at the sound. You can just imagine his hybrid form’s tail swaying around as he does so as he hugged your waist.

“Hungry yet?” you ask as you turn to look up at him, but not pulling away. “Dinner is almost ready.”

“Yes, I am.” he nods. “Your cooking smells as lovely as ever.”

A light blush spreads across your cheeks at his compliment. A man of words, your husband was, and how skilled he was at it when praising you to the sky. Your habit of being flustered by his attention like a new bride never faded. Something Zhongli found incredibly endearing.

Moving on your tiptoes, you kiss his chin, earning a chuckle from him. Raising his hand to cup your cheek, bringing you forward to properly kiss you. Slowly moving your lips together in sync, the action was sensual and all consuming. It took a few minutes for you to break apart. Admiring each other from close proximity.

“I could never miss out any chance to dine with my wife, after all.” says Zhongli as he grasps your left hand to lay another kiss to your knuckles. Where your wedding and engagement rings were worn. A beautiful gem of Cor Lapis shining under the lights, matching the color of your husband’s affectionate gaze. His left thumb rubbing the backs of your fingers as his own ring twinkled.

“Okay, I’ll let you wash up then.” you reply, giving him another squeeze in your hug before turning back to the meal you’ve been preparing.

“Though, beloved,” Zhongli says as he sheds his blazer off, keeping his wedding ring his bare skin after taking his gloves and thumb rings off.

“Hmm?” you tilt your head back to him, listening in curiosity.

“Please do keep some room for desert. I would like to have it later.”

Your face emitted a dark red flush, heart fluttering at the look on Zhongli’s face as he eyes you with intensity. Like a beast watching his prey, yet an admirer appreciating an artwork.

Gold irises glowed as he stared back up from observing your body to your visage, his left hand on his chin, the right supporting it with it crossed over his chest. A smirk now dawning his face. Playful, sultry.

‘Oh…’ you thought, knees almost trembling. This was definitely going to become a long night.

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𝕆𝕟𝕖-𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕥𝕤:

To Be Released.

𝔻𝕣𝕒𝕓𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕤:

Blissful Home

In the past, Zhongli never would have thought he’d get to have this experience throughout all his time walking the lands of Teyvat. Of his past sins but also merits, he thought nothing could truly be novel to him anymore. Until he fell in love with you, and the life he got to now have with you after giving away his Gnosis. And he didn’t regret it a single bit.

Pairing(s): x Fem Reader

Content: Fluff, romance, established relationship, marriage, married life, domesticity, comfort, post Liyue Archon Quest, soft Zhongli, married Zhongli/Reader, retired/former Archon Zhongli, suggestive themes at the end.

Warnings: None.

More To Be Released.

ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤:

To Be Released.

𝕄𝕚𝕟𝕚-𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤:

To Be Released.

ℙ𝕣𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕥𝕤(𝕒𝕟𝕪):

To Be Released.

Interesting how this ‘crying free speech’ over something like a fictional character study and the related content for that of all things is SOOOOO FUNNY.

Like have my words glitched out or what? If you don’t care why bother? You’re saying my defence for something I think about in my own blog is not what free speech means when that’s what that post was literally about?

When did I say I was censored? How does that make me an asshole? Because I’m talking about the preconceived notions for saying even one criticizing thing for such an overly hyped character? And putting a character’s tag about it? That’s kind of how tags work but sure, you do you, bud.

If this is what your definition of hate is then have it your way, I’m not stopping you. Anyone would find these posts anyway because it’s public(shocker) so why does that even matter?

not trying to be a dick but if all of your sumire thoughts are just character hate like, what exactly possesses you to put it in the all the main fandom tags as well as the character tag. like, if you don't want to get hate from her "cult" why are you putting your rants in the tags they use. puzzling behaviour.

(I’m not adding Keep Reading on this)

Okay, dear Anon, let me answer this “puzzling behaviour” you think that is.

This is literally my RIGHT as freedom of speech and that just BECAUSE I’M MAKING AN OPINION, it’s labeled as hate. And I CAN hate a character all I want because that’s my right to think and choose and feel to do so. Why do I always have to keep stating this?

My thoughts on Sumire are everything I’ve considered on how her role and character doesn’t fit the story and point she is supposedly supposed to make from the writers. That’s MY take. So take it or leave it. I don’t dislike her for NOTHING!! I’m not throwing this crap for shits and giggles. I have reasons. My rant posts are my reasons. What I’m seeing here is you being incredibly biased and narrow-minded.

And they have had debates by others. Do you know how lengthy these were to read and respond back? They didn’t start shit but rather offered polite opinions of their own. The reactions to these things were exactly what I expected and something I debated about even posting that in the first place because I knew people were going spew pointless hater talk bullcrap at me. And it’s tiring. Especially about a character that’s worshipped so highly, it makes anything you say against them seem controversial.

And these tags are there because it’s about them? What’s hard to understand that while I knew I was bringing myself attention for adding these tags, I did so on the grounds of seeing anyone else thinking similar things or offering something different instead of collecting tumbleweeds waiting for anyone to stumble across my posts. I had said before that if anyone could even sway me on this, they could try. But after all this time I can’t be bothered to give a shit at the end of the day on a fictional character and this hate judgement you’re throwing me with hypocrisy. Blind level of understanding. And that’s not what my rants were at all.

If you can’t even make a counterpoint to my argument, much less talk about why I’m such a hater for my personal thoughts, even with a series of reasons to explain why, then your response here has no purpose.

I am TIRED of having to repeat myself over this pettiness and repetitive song and dance calling me a hater with hate. I can say whatever I want about whatever I want. Everyone’s always going to think differently and be judgy about them but nobody needs permission to think differently. Have a nice day, Anon.

I’m going to say this bluntly in regards of Kasumi/Sumire: Yes, she’s a character that the audience relate to, such as her depressive slumps, the emotional grudge against her twin sister. But with that said, her story doesn’t connect with the themes of Persona 5 which is why her character sucks. From her unsympathetic reasoning for her Persona awakening, to how everyone around her reacts to her presence, she feels more like an unused character for Persona 4. Instead of filling in the holes within Persona vanilla, Altus just created a lifeless poster girl with themes that don’t connect with Persona 5.

It’s to the point where Sophia, an artificial intelligence from a spinoff game, manages to stay in tune with the theme of rebellion.(Plus Kasumi feels like an Oc made by Persona fan who has a hard on for Joker)

[ I AM NO LONGER ACCEPTING INBOX RESPONSES ABOUT THIS MATTER ]

Final comment regarding my character opinions post here that I finally decided to include here:

My Rants on Kasumi Yoshizawa + 1 & 2

I appreciate another opinion, Anon. But I will not take anymore replies on this. My inbox is for requests, questions, and harmless chats. This blog is dedicated to writing, and sometimes art if I plan on it. Please respect that.

These comments are only posted to publicly showcase anonymous responses and not to hurt anyone.

not trying to be a dick but if all of your sumire thoughts are just character hate like, what exactly possesses you to put it in the all the main fandom tags as well as the character tag. like, if you don't want to get hate from her "cult" why are you putting your rants in the tags they use. puzzling behaviour.

(I’m not adding Keep Reading on this)

Okay, dear Anon, let me answer this “puzzling behaviour” you think that is.

This is literally my RIGHT as freedom of speech and that just BECAUSE I’M MAKING AN OPINION, it’s labeled as hate. And I CAN hate a character all I want because that’s my right to think and choose and feel to do so. Why do I always have to keep stating this?

My thoughts on Sumire are everything I’ve considered on how her role and character doesn’t fit the story and point she is supposedly supposed to make from the writers. That’s MY take. So take it or leave it. I don’t dislike her for NOTHING!! I’m not throwing this crap for shits and giggles. I have reasons. My rant posts are my reasons. What I’m seeing here is you being incredibly biased and narrow-minded.

And they have had debates by others. Do you know how lengthy these were to read and respond back? They didn’t start shit but rather offered polite opinions of their own. The reactions to these things were exactly what I expected and something I debated about even posting that in the first place because I knew people were going spew pointless hater talk bullcrap at me. And it’s tiring. Especially about a character that’s worshipped so highly, it makes anything you say against them seem controversial.

And these tags are there because it’s about them? What’s hard to understand that while I knew I was bringing myself attention for adding these tags, I did so on the grounds of seeing anyone else thinking similar things or offering something different instead of collecting tumbleweeds waiting for anyone to stumble across my posts. I had said before that if anyone could even sway me on this, they could try. But after all this time I can’t be bothered to give a shit at the end of the day on a fictional character and this hate judgement you’re throwing me with hypocrisy. Blind level of understanding. And that’s not what my rants were at all.

If you can’t even make a counterpoint to my argument, much less talk about why I’m such a hater for my personal thoughts, even with a series of reasons to explain why, then your response here has no purpose.

I am TIRED of having to repeat myself over this pettiness and repetitive song and dance calling me a hater with hate. I can say whatever I want about whatever I want. Everyone’s always going to think differently and be judgy about them but nobody needs permission to think differently. Have a nice day, Anon.

bow chika wow wow can i pretty please with a cherry on top ask whats your favorite character in hazbin hotel

Sure, Anon. I have a few.

For being in only 2 episodes, Lucifer does steal the spotlight for me when he shows up. He’s my favourite adaptation of the Devil, like the Lucifer show is cool, Chilling Adventures of Sabrina’s version is pretty much a creep with the standard evil portrayal that we’re all aware of when it comes to Lucifer/Satan/the Devil and all that. Those are the ones I’m familiar with. But Hazbin Hotel’s Lucifer is very unique and interesting.

Before the show came out a majority of the fandom thought he was strict, cold, wicked and more among those lines, especially an absentee because of Charlie’s dream, but we’re all proven wrong. He’s silly and goofy, an actual loving father, loves ducks which seems to be from the Ugly Duckling story. The fact that he isn’t sinister because he rules Hell and all evil, but a family guy who got shunned and doesn’t like sinners because they turned evil themselves for the freedom he gave them to do good is so intriguing and quite sad. He’s such a fun character to watch when he’s on screen. And the finale where he helps rebuild the hotel with Charlie is sweet.

Alastor is always the fan favorite for how the audience knows immediately that he’s cruel, pretty much a sociopath, sadistic, a cannibal serial killer, but he’s entertaining for his personality and how different and mysterious he is compared to the rest of the cast. A real example of a demon in Hell. I’ve watched Hunicast and it’s amusing to hear him tell dad jokes and be witty and everything. His relationships with Rosie and Niffty appear a lot more genuine than others. For his name to be Alastor and be the opposite of what it means is unique. He’s truly an interesting character and his secrets make it even more so.

Husk is a favourite, too. Especially after Loser Baby with Angel Dust, their dynamic with each other got better and the bond they have from it is nice

The Grace/Soul of Death

A/N: I might have the itch to write for this fandom once in a while. I enjoyed the show and can’t wait for the 2nd season. And yes, I made Azrael female here, because I wanted to.

Fandom(s): Hazbin Hotel

Lucifer Magne/Morningstar & (Sister)Azreal/Reader

Charlie Magne/Morningstar & (Aunt)Azreal/Reader

Summary: As the Archangel of Death, your purpose is to be the direct counterpart to God: creating the balance of nature. The end to his creations. Impartial and everlasting. For this, you’re the only one able to travel between the worlds of Heaven, Earth, and Hell freely. So even after your brother, Lucifer, became fallen, your relationship remained.

Headcanon

Content: Fluff, sibling relationships, siblings, platonic relationships, mild angst, family, demons & angels, supernatural, comfort, afterlife, immortality.

Warnings: None.

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Compared to the rest of the archangels, you looked the most different among them, even for all the differences between you as siblings and not looking exactly alike.

With beautiful grey, six feathered wings and black hair, contrasting the ivory wings and lighter locks of your brothers and sisters.

Perhaps morbidly or ironically, you were incredibly beautiful. Many creatures alike tended to gawk upon seeing you for the first time. Your usual appearance seemed like a fantasy; a Greek statue or a painting, something almost surreal, which said a lot for an angel’s usual beauty.

Your looks were crafted to entice the living and the allure of the end. Tempting a person to willingly give up their soul like a siren to a sailor.

Earth is usually your domain, as Death primarily reigns over the world of the living.

You’re the only being able to traverse between all three realms of Heaven, earth, and hell without qualms or restraints.

Already dead souls perished by things like angelic weapons weren’t in your jurisdiction. Their lives had already been over.

Your appearance would morph to a human’s personal perception of death, whether it be their greatest fear, comfort, or something they didn’t consciously understand as their souls left their bodies.

Among the mortals over the years, you were called many names and visualized with different faces in cultures. Thanatos, Anubis, the Grim Reaper, Hel, depicted as a man in most times with a variety of names but their purposes were one and the same.

Even with the conception of Death being depressing and morbid, your name, Azrael, meant ‘Help from God’, and without you, the world would’ve gone chaotic without a balance.

It does get on your nerves about the many misconceptions and ignorance people have about you. The amount of arrogance one has for life is a headache.

You know every information about any and all souls. From their time of birth to death. It seemed intrusive but your photographic memory was a side effect to what you are.

Before Lucifer fell, you two were close. When he talked about his ideas, curiosity and dreams, you listened to them. Never scrutinizing or warning him to think too far compared to your siblings like Michael and Gabriel, or the other angels who were wary of his ideals.

You were impartial and unbiased with your job. You had to, death favoured no one.

As the physical manifestation of Death, you couldn’t disappear from existence yourself. Unlike angels of mortal souls, a pure blooded angel, an archangel at that, was made of grace instead of a soul. And archangels were born with a purpose, unlike humans.

Your main responsibility was to ensure death remained in the living world, though you yourself couldn’t decide where souls would go in the afterlife. Only their end of living.

You didn’t have to be present to every human’s end. Your very existence was what mattered to earth, like a plague taking its course each life in due time.

Compared to Michael, God’s right hand and chief of the angels, you had a bit of a closer relationship to your Father than one would think. Being created as his counterpart and all.

You wielded a weapon known as the Death Scythe, deadlier than angelic weapons and the sharpest blade that can cut anything. Even though a scythe was its usual form, you could change it to anything you wanted. With such a weapon, no could aside from yourself could even lift it.

You’ve made plenty of trips to Hell. Personally witnessing the Pride Ring grow and expand with sinners as Lucifer and Lilith ruled and made a new home and life.

Lucifer was happy that you never saw him any different unlike Heaven. He at least had one family member around. You were his favourite for staying by him all this time.

Your relationship with your other siblings weren’t as close as with Lucifer. You didn’t often see each other for being busy so it was rare to even be in the same room together.

Your family wasn’t the same after your brother’s descent.

His daughter, Charlie, even got to know you when you visited your brother. Referring to you as Aunt Rea. Curiously asking questions about the mortal realm and watching you and her dad do magic together for her.

You and Lilith were well acquainted with each other over the centuries, but you wouldn’t call yourselves particularly close. You did respect each other though.

The first time you reaped a mortal soul, which was Adam’s, it personally relieved you since that meant he was gone. He was a headache. But it cut short when you realized he was going to Heaven.

When Lucifer became hyper-fixated on ducks, you indulged on this hobby of his with him. Lending a hand on his duck-making and being the audience when he presented his creations.

He even made a rubber duck based on you. He keeps one beside his family version on his desk, giving you the other with another set of him and Charlie. You keep them in a safe place.

You’ve been to Lu Lu World, Lucifer’s other passion project that he took great pride in. Your brother still hates Mammon’s guts for making a ripoff off of it.

The Day of the Dead is actually your favourite mortal holiday. Which is something else for an immortal being surrounded by fleeting human traditions. It’s the holiday where humans don’t look down on death but understand the beauty and importance of it.

Along with celebrating the souls who mattered to the living, the vibrant colours, costumes, music, festivities, it was honestly on one of these rare time that you felt happy.

When Charlie came to you about her rehabilitation project, you unfortunately couldn’t offer much assistance. Since being the Angel of Death meant you could only be a neutral party.

You weren’t a fan of the Exterminators and Extermination Day. You thought Heaven was always too paranoid, and you still detested Adam when he somehow became the leader of that army. They made you releasing souls, sinners or not, to the afterlife seem pointless if they were to just cease existing because they wanted to.

One time someone had mistaken Adam for you, it got you severely peeved.

And for his bigmouth, Adam wasn’t stupid enough to pick a fight with Death herself.

When Lucifer and Lilith parted ways and Charlie became independent, you were your brother’s only frequent visitor when he got more reclusive.

For feeling disconnected with his daughter and lonesome, he was grateful you were still here with him. Even when time changes throughout your immortal lives, your familial love for each other stayed timeless. King of Hell, fallen angel, or the Devil, he will always be your brother.

i also agree with your opinion. at first she's kinda cool, i liked the idea of her guilt and thus taking her identity due to the fact she feels that her sister should be the one who's alive. but watching her play out throughout the game was kinda.. meh? everything abt her feels so forced to me. like maruki was also a new character, but he felt more natural. it was pretty obvious that one of the reasons she was there was to be the waifu bait.

tldr: she was kinda cool at first, but was kinda disappointing. 5/10. could be executed better.

For context, this a past comment regarding my character opinions post here that I finally decided to include here:

My Rants on Kasumi Yoshizawa + 1 & 2

Thanks for the reply, Anon. As nice as it is to get responses and feedback, I DO NOT want to relive getting the hate comments from this character’s cult for expressing my thoughts freely. Please be reasonable when you respond to posts and think before firing hate onto others. If you don’t like these posts I have then it’s fine to ignore and not care, it’s not important.

your thoughts on sumire definitely aren't wrong, but i personally see her as "a bad person pretending to be good." the fanservice, x joker, and being shoehorned into the plot are basically all a given, considering basically all the girls get the first two, and she wasn't in vanilla so ofc she's gonna be shoehorned in royal.

as for sumire herself, her good-girl waifu act is just that: an act. she's meant to come off as a one dimensional waifu to hide her deeper, more toxic traits.

from the first cutscene where we see her true self, it's implied sumire was attempting suicide before kasumi saved her. and her reaction to this? to wish she was kasumi, to take kasumi's successes as her own. and when this doesn't work, she can't compare to kasumi's natural charm, sumire's perfect persona cracks.

and once maruki gains more power, to where he can even ressurect wakaba, okumura, and akechi, sumire still wishes to be kasumi. her desires don't change to bringing kasumi back like the other three. because sumire psychologically cannot stand to live as her inadequate, depressed, talentless self, she has to take kasumi's successes as her own. to her, there's no way "sumire" and "kasumi" can co-exist.

in this way, sumire is an extremely morbid character, disguised as a basic waifu. and the icing on the cake is one of her battle quotes: "what doesn't kill me makes me stronger."

For context, this a past comment regarding my character opinions post here that I finally decided to include here:

My Rants on Kasumi Yoshizawa + 1 & 2

Thanks for the reply, Anon. I mean, I don’t think Sumire was actually attempting suicide. She got overwhelmed with her frustrations and wanted to get away from the source of them, which is Kasumi, so she ran from her and didn’t look where she was even going. As nice as it is to get responses and feedback, I DO NOT want to relive getting the hate comments from this character’s cult for expressing my thoughts freely. Please be reasonable when you respond to posts and think before firing hate onto others. If you don’t like these posts I have then it’s fine to ignore and not care, it’s not important.

The Regent King of Hell

A/N: Just an interesting idea I thought to try. Not sure I want to make this a part of my fandom list as it’s not my cup of tea to write but I wanted to give this a shot regardless.

Fandom(s): Hazbin Hotel

Charlie Magne/Morningstar & (Twin)Fem Reader

Lucifer Magne/Morningstar & (Daughter)Reader

Summary: As the 2nd Princess of Hell, you were given the reigns of ruling over the Ring of Wrath as a King of Sin, then eventually Pride as regent for your parents in their crumbling marriage, soon breakup and your father’s inactive state. You became one of the most, if not above all the most feared ruler out of the Rings of Hell, leaving you to be quite a contrast to your sheltered optimistic older sister, but you loved each other all the same.

Headcanon

Content: Fluff, family, Reader is nicknamed Satan, sister relationship, father-daughter relationship, platonic relationships, demons & angels, morality, afterlife, based on how Satan isn’t introduced yet and the circumstances of Lucifer’s role after physically stepping down from ruling aside from his title as King of Hell.

Warnings: None.

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As children growing up, you and Charlie were always joined at the hip. It was rare for anyone to find one of the Morningstar Twins without the other.

You had very fond memories of your family together, spending moments like any other happy human ones. Having your father display his angelic powers in beautiful imagery to you and your sister’s delight. And your mother singing you songs and lullabies.

Your father would take you on trips to his Lu Lu World theme park. He also wasn’t hesitant to show his bitterness to Loo Loo Land. He forbade you and Charlie to ever go there, and that hasn’t changed even now. But you have been to Hellsney, you heard the human world had something similar to the name.

Ironically, you don’t actually like apples. By themselves they’re okay, but even though it’s your family’s main symbol, you find it tolerable. You hate apple themed food, though.

Though it became apparent that you and Charlie began to take different personalities and views as you got older. Whereas she was optimistic, naive, vibrant, and mild; you were stern, calm, intimidating, and calculating. The denizens of Hell sometimes pondered over the differences between you.

You seemed to take more after your mother and Charlie your father, you still loved them both, but when their relationship began to fall apart you mostly chose to stay by your father’s side. Taking up the duties of learning to govern over Hell more than ever.

But even before that, you took to your responsibilities as an heir more highly compared to your twin, who wasn’t all that interested, instead pursuing a different path.

As you grew up, you even took to taking on a more demonic form, like leaving your curled horns rest on your head, sharp fangs, and having similar wings to Lucifer you inherited that you left out. Though the rest of your features did match with Charlie’s. But you have the ability to shapeshift and change to a number of things, even a more monstrous form.

You displayed more powers in comparison to her, though, having even used them to ‘discipline’ anyone who tried to step out of line, thinking you’d be as dismissive as your sister.

For your capabilities, your parents had given you the opportunity of ruling over the Ring of Wrath, making you a member of one of the Seven Deadly Sins, leading to the demons to then give you the nickname famously known as Satan. Which, funnily enough, had humans and sinners tending to mistake you for your dad, Lucifer.

You found amusement in others speaking your stage name in forms of expression.

You became the embodiment of Wrath for your power and dangerous influence, finally filling the missing spot for the Seven Deadly Sins.

And like your dad, you also detested sinners. You knew many of humanity’s history and their continuous behaviours throughout the centuries. Humans are as cruel as they are loving. They could be even more monstrous than hellborn demons, for all their fragility and short lifespans.

Naturally, you took to them also being something of ants or specks of dust. Though you do get experiences being on earth and getting involved with humans. For being what they are, they did fascinate you for their unpredictability.

You even carried an exception with a level of respect for the intelligent and influential mortals.

When Charlie and Lucifer grew apart at the time of your parents separation, having the misunderstanding of how one didn’t want to see the other, you continued staying close to him. Spending time with him, listening to him talk about his hyper-fixation projects, flying together, and then visiting him among your time ruling over the two rings.

You were pretty much emancipated with your parents’ separation being a Sin.

When Lilith left, stepping down from her royal duties, you and Charlie both didn’t have any contact with her for the past 7 years to now.

You had grown apart from your mom just before that. You weren’t the fondest of her at the moment.

You didn’t know how long Lucifer would remain inactive from ruling the Pride Ring, so you continued acting as regent.

While Charlie had her cat Keekee, and goat-toys-brought-to-life, Razzle and Dazzle, you had your hellhounds, actual terrifying beasts who intelligently understood your orders, but different than the other sentient hellhounds in Hell.

As King of Wrath and now Pride, you were usually busy. Jumping between the two realms and overseeing the majority of Hell in your father’s stead. Sometimes meeting with the other Kings of the Seven Deadly Sins.

Out of all of Hell’s hierarchy, you have the most experience with humans and earth.

Shapeshifting is an ability you inherited from Lucifer. Meaning animals.

You turned into a duckling and a snake for him when you were little. He couldn’t stop fawning how cute you were. He was pretty proud.

Being the embodiment of wrath meant some cause for destruction. You’ve had a hand in a some earthly/hellish disasters.

It also made you the most warlike and combative.

Lucifer had had his worries of how fast you’ve grown. Being mature and doing your own thing ruling a ring of Hell.

Having been sheltered from the lives of humans on earth, Charlie carried the benefit of the doubt for the sinners. Which honestly exasperated you.

You didn’t have any animosity towards your twin, you cared for her, but you wished she carried more of a backbone. Having only the title as the 1st Princess of Hell to go off on and hardly using her powers, the denizens could never take her seriously.

So when she presented her ideas of redemption to you, as family and ruler, you considered it hilariously absurd, though not to her face. You had agreed that while there are sinners who didn’t deserve eternal damnation for their particular situations, not all of them deserved peace.

Humans already had their chances of change and different livelihoods, what was the point of doing it now when they already passed death? They had made their choices and harmed others in the process, to redeem now when their lives were already over felt pointless.

So you were rather indifferent to Extermination Day. You didn’t really know if Lucifer was actually in agreement to it anyways, even for his own distaste in sinners, but your father wouldn’t have had a choice in it regardless. Heaven was the one to force him to be the King of Hell after all, it isn’t a surprise that they could exterminate without his permission. And the Exorcists who were once mortal came down tended to have personal vengeance over the sinners who made their lives hell in the first place.

You weren’t interested in getting involved with Heaven if you could help it.

Seeing how passionate and serious Charlie was, you agreed to support her, regardless of how farfetched her goal looked. But you made to note that while Charlie shouldn’t focus on the inhumane sinners in particular, you advised that her future patrons should at least be remorseful to try and reach Heaven. That was the biggest point of redemption after all.

You did know her girlfriend, Vaggie, the three of you occasionally hanging out for things like lunch. She did tend to be nervous in your presence. All you cared about was her having a good relationship with your sister.

Charlie’s ex, Seviathan and his sister, Helsa, would’ve had their heads torn off of their bodies by you if your twin hadn’t convinced you otherwise. You detested that family.

You rarely did get to see Charlie as she created her ‘Happy Hotel’, but you did drop by to visit when you had time. And upon hearing the Radio Demon’s involvement as her co-owner, changing the name to ‘Hazbin Hotel’, you were obviously suspicious, since you were acquainted and familiar with the Overlords, but since he hadn’t done anything yet and Charlie saying she could take of herself, you left her to it.

While you weren’t sure how these events would fold, you hoped things would work out for your family and getting the time to be together again like you used to be.

So, how was this..?

A question I seriously want to know because I’ve been debating myself over this for some time and I want to settle this:

For me I can’t quite decide myself. I use both names when I write for Joker, either because it’s requested or to simply show that there isn’t anything wrong with using either of them to address our P5 Protagonist.

Of course, through the majority of my writing of posts and my Entwined Hearts story, I use Akira Kurusu. It was the first name I learned of for Joker so it was familiar, but to me it sounded better. And it was, as far as I’m aware of, the first name for him when the manga adaptation came out after the game. Ren Amamiya was chosen by a producer for the anime because it held symbolism and meaning, which is what I liked about it.

Akira Kurusu meant “a killer kill”, it could also be “vessel of dawn” for the kanji in the name. I don’t know Japanese, the second meaning just came from a source. Ren Amamiya stood for “Rain Palace”. Obviously, Atlus chose Ren Amamiya for his name in Dancing Starlight and I suppose other places as well. Akira was only in the manga, and Akira is used by another character in Strikers. Sound and wording goes to Akira, but symbolism and representation is Ren.

So I kept thinking on whether or not I should switch the name in my story and how I think of him. And what better way to decide that by asking your take on this?

Right? I can’t un-see it. Pretty good artwork by the way. And despite the differences in their personalities, they are also kind of similar at the same time. But I mean, P3 came out in 2006, the manhwa was made 2022, however the original source material, the novel, was in 2013. Quite a gap in years, which is interesting. I do wonder if the artist had P3 Protag as inspiration or something or it was just a coincidence, regardless, I liked the art.

There is another fan art I’ve seen of P3/4/5 Protagonists together dressed like princes/nobles and I really enjoyed the image. It’s cute. Especially when you can change their clothes in game, it’d be fun to actually dress them royally/formally.

Please tell me I’m not the only one who sees the resemblance

This was wild for me to see! If I brought out more photos then they’d really would look identical. Minus the height. What P3 Protag would look like in royal wear is what my brain is thinking. But between the two, of course I’d choose my dear S.E.E.S leader. Especially given the past actions of the other guy (he’s not bad in the second timeline, though, he became a different person). This was random but I just thought to share this, I found it interesting.

Ruvellis Kamaludin Shana Castina from The Abandoned Empress

Protagonist from Persona 3

Please tell me I’m not the only one who sees the resemblance

This was wild for me to see! If I brought out more photos then they’d really would look identical. Minus the height. What P3 Protag would look like in royal wear is what my brain is thinking. But between the two, of course I’d choose my dear S.E.E.S leader. Especially given the past actions of the other guy (but he’s not bad in the second timeline though, he became a different person.)

Like, seriously fandom; and fanfic writers who all differed the ending and broke the canon ship up from blindness, 2nd Ruve does NOT deserve your ire, he’s a seriously sweet and considerate gentleman, so let them be together damn it! He does get character growth, and he understood Aristia’s trauma and was respectful of her personal space.

He’s practically helped her more than anyone in the story. Ruveliss is gentlemanly, respectful, he doesn’t pull any tricks or manipulation, he makes genuine conversations, he’s not cruel to Aristia or anyone else, he’s rational and understanding. He reads the room and knows not to push (like giving Aristia space from him). Being the only person to talk about what her mother was like when no one else really does. Help when she’s troubled, give her time on the Empress decision between her and the rival girl. He does a lot. And she grows to understand that and reciprocate in turn. Comforting him on his father’s funeral, and wanting him to live when he’s poisoned. She even cries for him. Ruveliss even has a good friendship/professional relationship with his assistant; who even offers words of comfort to the Prince in a chapter.

There are plenty of characters who’ve gone that route yet will win favours by fans, that just makes it hypocrisy, and 2nd Ruve is a saint compared to others! Has nobody heard of timelines? Nature vs nurture? How the world can influence you and how you influence back? Reformed/isekai/past life characters are in pretty much the same boat, yet they don’t get this kind of heat. Like:

Claude & Anastasius de Alger Obelia, Casian Spenner, cast of The Strongest Characters In The World Are Obsessed With Me, cast of The Twin Siblings’ New Life, Arsene Graroy, Killian Devonshire, Dillon Von Vasilios & Kyle Chrysia from The Reason Why The Twin Lady Crossdresses (which is considered as a sort of successor to The Abandoned Empress. I wouldn’t have called it that though. But honestly 2/3 male love interests are real jerks in the beginning. One with ulterior motives/blackmail on FL, the other just being arrogant and narcissistic), Rupert from Your Majesty, Please Don’t Kill Me (This one has tons of similarities that readers are blind to also. He has a rough and mean personality in the beginning, like a hard tsundere. It’s amazing how there’s so many positive comments for the main ship yet Ruve and Aristia’s get majorly belittled), I could keep going. It’s honestly ridiculous.

2nd Ruve and Aristia’s relationship is a healthy one. If the subjective POV of Aristia’s 1st life wasn’t told in the beginning or ever or another manner, 2nd Ruve and the ending would’ve gotten better support and care. I’m not undermining Aristia’s trauma, but I’m also not going to agree that 2nd Ruve should take blame and responsibility for it. This was random but I just thought to share this, I found it interesting.

Ruvellis Kamaludin Shana Castina from The Abandoned Empress

Protagonist from Persona 3

Hello !! May I ask why isn't your rules link isn't working?

I’ll get it running. Reason is that because I’ve changed my username the links probably didn’t follow through with it. There will be times where I won’t know which link isn’t working since I don’t exactly look over my posts often.

Hihi, Can I get a fem reader who loves to knit and repair Makoto Yuki's clothing or makes cute stuff for him. And how she always knitting something in his arms or just cuddles up to him drabbles?

A Love By Hand

Fandom(s): Persona 3

P3 Male Protagonist x Fem Reader

Drabble

Content: Fluff, romance, established relationship, comfort, soft P3 Protagonist, domesticity, cuddling & snuggling, knitting.

Warnings: None.

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Eyebrows scrunched as you concentrated, the knitting needles in your hands fell easily into a routine as the time went by. Nothing but comfortable silence enveloped the room as you concentrated on your task. But you weren’t alone, next to you was Makoto, who was currently leaning his head against your shoulder as you sat together on his bed, seeming to doze off with closed eyes.

It was almost evening, but fortunately S.E.E.S weren’t planning to head to the Dark Hour today, meaning you and your dear boyfriend could relax for the time being. You knew how busy Makoto can be, how it seemed he’d be pulled in every direction with the many things he had to do. Daily the quiet boy would leave the dorms and school to go somewhere or meet someone. It made you admire his commitment of responsibility and work ethic. He always tried his best and worked hard despite his behaviour that he didn’t care. But you always made sure to remind him to take breaks every once in a while. You didn’t want Makoto to burn himself out to satisfy his confidants’ needs. Including yourself.

Now he may not look it, he especially did his best to make time for you in his crowded schedule. To spend doing anything together, even if it was nothing extravagant or important, it still mattered all the same.

Like right now, where the two of you were snuggling up with his blanket over your laps, two almost empty cups of hot chocolate nearby, and some movie that was playing as background noise on your laptop. It filled you with peace despite the ever growing dangers presented by the Dark Hour.

“Are you sleeping, Mako..?” you whispered enough to reach his ears.

“.. Hmm.” your boyfriend responded.

“‘M almost done…” you say as your hands worked, wrapping up the finishing touches of your creation. “And there.”

You were pleased with how the sweater had turned out, spending the occasional time knitting a few things for Makoto to have. You’ve even stitched a shirt of his one time when there was a hole in it. Something that wasn’t common since your boyfriend took care of his things.

Makoto Yuki deserved nothing but good things in his life. That’s what you’ve always known and what you’ve wanted to do for him if you were able to. A great leader, a great friend, and an even wonderful boyfriend. Even if you’ve only known each other for almost a year, you didn’t think you could find anyone after Makoto.

Lifting his head from your shoulder, he turned his gaze to the clothing in your grasp. A single eye going over the details visible from his blue hair.

“It looks really nice.” Makoto complimented, hand touching the soft fabric.

“Can you try it on?” you asked eagerly.

“Okay.” he nods, shrugging his blazer off.

It fitted perfectly, purposefully a tad oversized to give cozy comfort. It was also the same colour as your eyes, which he personally requested.

Smiling proudly and fondly, you wrapping your arms his waist. Resting your ear against his heart, you heard it thrum.

Makoto returned your affection, softly yet firmly holding you close as he pressed his face against your hair, rubbing the back of your head. For someone who grew up away from physical touch since he was an orphan, it was foreign and unnatural. As much as he bonded with his confidants, he physically kept them at arms length. Even Aigis, who would follow him and guard his well-being, no one could turn Koromaru away, Junpei with his brazenness, and Elizabeth with all her eccentricity. But you changed that when he fell for you. Holding you felt natural and serene.

Just as you desired it, Makoto didn’t want to let go of you either.

“It fits well. I’ll keep it always.” he sincerely said.

A happy smile could not stop gracing your lips as a light blush spread your cheeks. Squeezing him a a little tighter, you hoped to have more of these moments come.

i’m skeptical about p5X too, but Atlus isn’t the company mainly developing it, so hopefully this will be the time for them to work on p6 and not another p5 game

Yeah, but Atlus owns the series, so I’m sure they’d have to have the final say of what goes on. Making another P5 game is one thing. I know there have been talks about fans wanting P5 Arena, we already have Strikers, but to make a spin-off? Without the original crew? P5 was what brought great popularity to the Persona series with its new upgrades from P3 & P4, it’d be hard to top it but the company has most likely already been ahead in the planning. We’ll just have to see how it goes.

what art thou's own opinion on the grandeth opening of persona 5: the phantom x

one craves for the opening of persona 6 but one will also be satisfied for now

I honestly have mixed and confused feelings about this. Look, I have to say, in my opinion, it feels a bit like a rip off of Persona 5 and the game’s legacy. It’s clearly a spin-off, but to base it off Persona 5 with no connection to the Phantom Thieves themselves? That’s only a speculation. But another group of the same circumstances as the Thieves? Of course the game hasn’t been released yet so nothing is concrete. I really don’t know what to feel about it. Though right off the bat the additional is odd, “The Phantom X”?

But I question the point of Atlus going in this direction. This new cast’ having Metaverse outfits. An owl is the mascot, we got a new Velvet Room, another female attendant (poor Theodore is truly outnumbered). The X Protagonist’s Persona honestly looked like a jellyfish to me the first time I saw it and I can’t stop seeing it that way. The design makes it so you’d have to look real close to notice it’s supposed to be humanoid. They’re clearly imitating the Phantom Thieves. If this guy’s the new Wildcard, it’d make sense to make it a full game of establishing confidants and rank. I really wonder where they’re going with this, and what’s added to the timeline/story of the Persona franchise when it seems like it copies too much of P5 itself and doesn’t give enough originality. The other cast’s Personas are also… interesting choices. Including the code names (are they actually serious? what kind of choice of names are those?).

While I am skeptical, I’ll probably go learn more about it when it comes out. We’ll see. Who knows what the game will reveal. It’s kind of you to ask my opinion about it, I like having these conversations.

cCan i do a small ice breaker? like a small teehee question? 🗣

if yes, then i wanna hear your opinions on akechi, the guy, the bro, the man that got his carefully planned years long revenge plot absolutely destroyed with breakfast food. the one and only that embodies my emotions when im experiencing That Time Of The Month.

imo, im so glad that he got fleshed out more in royal. he was like a surprisingly breath of fresh air cause, like, while the thieves are pretty positive and great, i really wanted someone that was like the opposite or something like that. third semester was lowk one of the best additions in the entire game despite uh.. a certain gymnast..

either way, im lowk looking forward to akechi's and entwined hearts!reader's dynamic.. like omg imagine the awkwardness.. happy valentines by the way, hope this isn't too much a bother!

Well, Happy belated Valentine’s Day to you. So, my opinions on Akechi, huh? Well he is an interesting character for Persona 5, similar to Adachi from Persona 4. He balances out well with Joker since they’re meant to be two sides of the same coin. He’s a character with a lot of layers and complexity, an interesting backstory. He brings a lot to the table and his involvement really helps the direction of Persona 5’s plot, including Third Semester. Akechi’s rivalry and opposing characteristics of Joker and the Phantom Thieves are important. Kinda like Arsène and Sherlock Holmes. And of course we get to understand why he is the way he is.

Though despite it all I personally don’t like him. But I do like his character in a story sense. I can get behind his character and all, but I don’t have to be a fan to do so. Despite Akechi’s tragedies and struggles, he is technically a sadistic psychotic murderer who manipulates and uses people to further his agenda no matter what until he stops. Nothing can really excuse that. That’s a choice. I can’t say I was moved by his sacrifice, but I understand it is for his character arc. He did have no problem showing zero hesitancy to kill Joker and shoot him straight in the head. He was pretty much yearning to do that.

I can’t say much about Akechi and Entwined Hearts’ Reader’s interactions will be like. Though you’d probably have a clear guess to what it’ll be like. They’re opposites on opposite sides. The tension and displeasure could cut a Shadow with a single slice. Plus, you can also say it’s similar to another tense/conflicting relationship from.. let’s say, P3? If you know the two characters I’m referring to.

hey good day, I'm going to tell you that I fucking love you're writing.

Oh, thank you! I know I’m not the fastest to add new works, but it means a lot that anyone enjoys what I write. I also appreciate yours and others’ kind messages.

Chapter 17 of Entwined Hearts is out after almost a year of hiatus.

Thank you to the readers who still want to continue reading this series.

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Also on: Wattpad | AO3 Fact: Among the aliases Joker has while being a name inserted character for the player, he is also known to be calle

hello, sorry to bother but i think some of your links are broken like the masterlist one

I’ve noticed it. I have been trying to fix it but when I tap on the links myself it doesn’t really work either. It made me wonder if it’s because the Tumblr app changed or something. I’ll be trying to get the links working.

Hi! If requests are still open, could I request Akira/Joker with a female reader who's a phenomenal cook?

Making him lunches, snacks, and occasionally breakfast and dinner too. Boy's bout to be spoiled.

Cooking for Joker

Fandom(s): Persona 5

P5 Protagonist/Joker x Fem Reader

Headcanon

Content: Fluff, romance, food, established relationship, marriage, married life, aged up characters, cooking, domesticity, soft Joker, taking care of each other, affection, declarations of love.

Warnings: None.

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As the leader of the Phantom Thieves, Akira is busy preparing for heists and fighting Shadows. But not just for being a leader of a mysterious infamous group, he’s busy everywhere. Ranking up confidants, fusing Personas, stocking supplies, studying, Akira’s been dealt with a lot of responsibilities since he got to Tokyo.

Eating at Big Bang Burger all the time and doing those challenges isn’t healthy on a regular basis. He does eat out with the team and his confidants sometimes. And Sojiro does cook breakfast for him on occasion.

But he will have a tendency to overwork himself and forget his own needs. He’s also taking care of Morgana, another mouth to feed besides himself. During lunchtime, Akira would either share his meal or just give it to Morgana.

Though since Morgana is known to keep track of his bedtime, the cat will make reminders for him to eat. The talking feline does pride himself for being responsible.

But you making food for him will send his heart soaring. He’s a lanky male, not too thin, but not so muscular, so he could still go for some more meat in his bones. It’s not only a sweet gesture but also an efficient way to help feed your hardworking boyfriend. He may even blush a little from the adoring sentiment.

Making bentos for him? Touching. Making matching bentos for the two of you? Adorable. Especially if you’re putting great details in the lunches, like making cute faces in the shape of animals and such. Akira will tease that it looks far better to admire, but he’ll happily finish the bento until there’s nothing left. He’s never been a picky eater so he’s open to try anything you make.

Learning about your cooking skills definitely impresses him. Akira likes to improve his own culinary abilities. Working with Sojiro behind the counter helped him discover that passion. So being a phenomenal cook, he’d gladly ask for tips and advice once in a while.

Akira finds himself astounded that someone like him, someone carrying a false criminal record serving probation in an unfamiliar place alone, could have such a loving girlfriend caring for him. He always makes sure to not let you forget his own affections and how much everything you do means.

It becomes a routine for you two to meet up at lunchtime and eat together. Sitting side by side closely, across with legs touching. There’s no doubt that Akira will happily reciprocate in taking turns making meals for you both. A good way to practice his cooking skills despite his busy schedule. If you were to ever be unable to make it, Akira will feel your absence greatly.

Breakfast? Probably best to have something easier to eat as you walk to Shujin side by side on weekdays. It is true as they say that to a person’s heart in general is through the stomach. If you stopped by carrying food filled containers to eat at LeBlanc, Sojiro has no problem with it. He does agree that Akira should be mindful of eating. Depending on if said containers are washable, he’ll let you keep them at the café until you take them back.

Feeding each other is a thing in private. When no one is there, Akira will offer a piece of food to your lips, expression cheeky. It’s something you’d only do behind closed doors.

And in reverse, he’s happy to welcome a spoonful from you. Wiping a stain on his mouth gets him a bit bashful. A napkin? Cute. Your own tongue? Now his face got even redder.

But beware, the leader of the Phantom Thieves has tricks up his sleeve. He’ll reciprocate the action in a sneaky way to tease back.

Dates spent cooking and eating together is very domestic and wholesome. Trying new recipes, sharing some, it’s a lovely way to spend time with one another. Though you’d probably spend that in your home rather than his. Because as nice as the coffee and curry is at the café, you’d have more privacy and space to work on. Akira always has a look in his eyes when he gazes upon you, so much so it makes you bashful every time you see it.

Food turns into a new love language between you.

And once you become adults? Naturally, living together is expected after the deepening of your relationship growing from being high school sweethearts. Cooking together becomes a real staple in your household. Working different jobs may not always let you cook together, but having the thoughtfulness of making food for the other is still as meaningful.

Under the Christmas Lights

Fandom(s): DC, Batman, Batman: Wayne Family Adventures

Jason Todd/Red Hood x Fem Reader

Summary: You and Jason share a moment in Wayne Manor surrounded by lights and the festive season.

One-shot

Content: Fluff, romance, established relationship, slow dancing, Christmas Special, soft Jason Todd, smitten Jason Todd, romantic Jason Todd, Jason Todd-centric, Jason Todd feels, Jason Todd is a Batfamily member, Reader is a Batfamily member, poetry, love poems, comic book reference.

Warnings: Mild language.

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The warmth of Jason’s hand in yours leaves a flutter in your chest as you walk together to the ballroom. Your eyes sweep over the decorations and string lights around the walls, giving the place a charming festive vibe, nothing too overwhelming but subtly noticeable of the holiday season.

Jason gives you a firm, yet gentle squeeze as you both come to stand in the center of the room. The white front streak of his hair curling slightly against his forehead, green tinted blue irises carrying a lighter shade. His tall, big bulky frame that could hide you easily gently pulls your own body towards him. A small smile stretches across his lips as he gazed softly down at you, hands resting above your midsection.

You naturally press yourself against him, leaving no space between you as you wrapped your arms around his mid underneath his signature leather jacket. Cheek resting against his chest as you met his look. There was nothing safer than being in Jason Todd’s embrace, with his warmth and scent indulging you. Your heart feels nothing but love and contentment right now.

“Alfred sure doesn’t disappoint. I think he’s upped his game this year.” you muse.

Jason hums lowly, leaning to press his lips against your forehead, resting his chin above your head as you two began to transitionally sway your bodies. “That’s Alfred. There’s pretty much nothing he can’t do. We’d have all gone mad without him.”

“So,” you trail off. “does bringing me all the way over here have something to do with hiding from the flock?”

A small snort escapes your boyfriend as he raised his head up, amused at your remark. “That’s one way to call them.”

“Well it was either that or colony, and the latter doesn’t exactly carry the same ring.”

“.. You just always happen to know that difference?”

You gave a nonchalant shrug. “Kinda. But that doesn’t answer my question, Jay.”

Jason chuckles before he wrapped his arms fully around your body this time, lifting you to his height for a moment before placing your laced sneakers to stand atop his combat boots. Considering Christmas Day was just family and not a party for the upperclass or extended relations of the Waynes, everyone’s attire was casual. One of which happened to be a big red hoodie you stole from your lover. Not that Jason ever minded, he always thought red suited you. It was just a plus to see his own clothes almost hide your figure because of the size difference.

His action surprised you for a second but you went along, curious to see where he was going with this. It didn’t stop him from rocking the both of you together, turning it into a slow waltz that had you two moving about in a steady circle.

“Is it a bad thing for a man to want to spend time alone with the love of his life?”

“No.” you purse your lips, cheeks flaring up from your boyfriend’s honest words. “But I am curious as to why we’re waddling around like penguins.”

“Thought it’d be easier for you.”

“As if that’d be enough, you ridiculous 6ft giant.”

Jason throws his head back with a laugh. Damian had once said that Jason was the most emotional of all of Bruce’s children, Robins specifically. And it was true, when Jason’s feelings would pile up and expand, he’d be overwhelmed with struggles on how to let them out and express it. Which became a pivotal thing of what kept the second Robin and The Bat divided for a few years.

The anger, the hurt, the vengeance. It took a long time for the former duo to sort out their issues, including Jason’s siblings. Even now, he still carried uneasiness in being more open with them upon certain circumstances. His deep level of vulnerability only came out to you. Only with you did he feel comfortable to be gentle and soft, loving and surprisingly romantic on his family’s part, but also show his pain. And considering that the two of you have been pretty much innocently dating since around the end of childhood in your early vigilante years, there came unwavering trust. Just as much as Jason was capable of feeling the deepest abyss of resentment and pain; when he loved, he loved the deepest anyone could have imagined about him.

You were each other’s first everything, and that romance only picked up where it left off when Jason returned to Gotham after being resurrected and serving the League of Assassins. Still, hearing Jason unhesitatingly claim you as something as deep as his soulmate and not just his girlfriend left butterflies in your stomach.

“With the amount of kids Bruce has adopted wandering everywhere, I can’t even hold you for longer than 5 minutes without one interruption.” Jason mumbles out, hugging you as closely as he could.

You deliver him a sweet smile as you moved your arms to different positions. One in his bigger hand, the other resting on his shoulder from behind his back.

“You have me now.” you say, face relaxed.

Jason returns your expression, gazing fondly. “And hopefully longer. You’ll have to get rid of me first, Princess.”

“Out of the question.” you reply, leaning your head on his shoulder. The two of you swaying to your own music, the string of lights shined down on you enchantingly.

Doing the same against your head, Jason begins to lowly murmur in your ear. “‘O my Luve is like a red, red rose that’s newly sprung in June; O my Luve is like the melody that’s sweetly played in tune.’”

Jason leaves a kiss on your temple. “‘So fair art thou, my bonnie lass, so deep in luve am I; and I will luve thee still, my dear, till a’ the seas gang dry.’”

Then a trail follows down your neck, eliciting a giggle from you, a sound Jason adored hearing. “‘Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear, and the rocks melt wi’ the sun; I will love thee still, my dear, while the sands o’ life shall run.’”

A small gasp then escapes you when he pick you up and twirls you around in a full circle. When he settled you back on his own feet, Jason finished the last stanza. “‘And fare thee weel, my only luve! And fare thee weel awhile!’” he moves to brush his lips against yours, just barely. “‘And I will come again, my luve, though it were ten thousand mile.’”

You synchronically kiss each other firmly the second he finished. Your arms around his neck and his around your waist in a tight hold.

Staying that way for minutes long you regrettably had to pull back to breathe, lightly panting.

Easing your footing to the floor, Jason reaches under his leather jacket. Pulling out a real red rose; grinning cheekily as your mouth parted in surprise.

Taking it from his grasp, you inspect the vibrant red colour of the petals admiringly. it matched the hoodie you wore well.

The giddiness of a schoolgirl over her crush never left you when Jason did these things. Show off his love of classic literature as a way to woo and convey his love for you. A side he secretly keeps just for your own eyes and ears. Even then, Jason was good at being verbal with you in his own words and small gestures that leave you in a mushy state.

“How on theme.” you jest with flushed cheeks, pleasantly smiling. “Did you steal one from Alfred’s garden?”

“God no.” Jason lightly retorts, shaking his head at the thought. “Besides, Alfred’s grown white roses this time.” he presses a kiss to your warm cheek. “People do say Christmas is for children and couples. So, have I impressed you, Princess?”

“You always know how.” you softly answer, smooching his jaw before trailing your lips to his mouth.

”I take that as high praise, sweetheart.” grinned Jason.

His quick instincts come out when you suddenly launch yourself at him, wrapping your legs around his waist and arms securely encompassing his neck. Jason uses his forearms to support your backside, mwerily welcoming the multitude of kisses charging towards his lips.

“The lights and the flower were a nice touch.” you say approvingly, mouth now an inch away from Jason’s, foreheads now touching.

“Romantically Christmassy?”

“Uh-huh.”

Jason looks satisfied with himself from your answer, making you laugh. He playfully swatted your ass in response, earthy eyes gleaming with light mischief.

“Ya know, since we’re the only couple here, there’s still some mistletoe around that could be of more use to us than the flock.”

“Guess we have to start looking, then.”

“We could even sneak out a champagne bottle. Or two.”

“In this house? With Bruce’s taste, that’d cost thousands, Jay.”

“It’s not like the Old Man’s gonna miss out on anything he can’t buy again. It’ll be fun.”

A/N: Poem used for this is a Red, Red Rose by Robert Burns.

Kissing In Between Pages

Fandom(s): DC, Batman, Batman: Wayne Family Adventures

Jason Todd/Red Hood x Fem Reader

Summary: Reading with Jason ends with some kisses and nosy siblings.

One-shot

Content: Fluff, romance, established relationship, romantic gestures, romantic Jason Todd, soft Jason Todd, smitten Jason Todd, flirty Jason Todd, flirting, declarations of love, Jason Todd-centric, Jason Todd feels, Jason Todd is a Batfamily member, Reader is a Batfamily member, cuddling/snuggling, nosy Batfamily, napping, Les Misérables reference, Shakespeare reference.

Warnings: None.

Main List | 𝐉.𝐓 | AO3

Somewhere along the lines, your mind drifted off to a daze. Eyes eventually drooping from the words in the page you were on, arms giving out to stillness, slowly sinking. And given how quiet Wayne Manor's library was right now, especially with your lying position, resting on the couch with a blanket, it didn't take much time for you to begin nodding off to sleep.

Daylight peaked through the gap of the curtain windows, showing off one of Gotham's less gloomy days. You weren't sure how much time had passed, but you knew from going in and out of consciousness that 20 minutes went by until you felt a shift of movement near you. Which came from who else but your boyfriend, whose thigh you used as a pillow as you two read your own respective books.

It was a mundane activity you'd both partake from time to time. Given how much of a bibliophile Jason was, you considered him to be the most knowledgeable one on the English subject than the others.

In the quiet atmosphere, a soft and low chuckle reached your ears, faint, but noticeable. A trace of a finger brushes very lightly over your cheek, pushing an unwanted strand of hair away.

That was when you felt the pressure of lips slotting against yours. It was chaste and gentle, the intent clear in the loving pace the kiss has set. In your hazy mind from slumber, you aren't sure if you're reciprocating the action back, but it's only fleeting for a few seconds before you break apart, though you can still feel his lips brushing yours.

"Still with me, Princess?" Jason whispers, voice mellow and soothing. The sound made

"Mm... Jay." you mutter out, blinking your eyes to clear the drowsiness from your vision as you gazed up at your boyfriend.

"There's my girl." he cooed, tone light, brow and mouth quirking upwards as he stared at you fondly and with a hint of mirth.

You gave a small groan, stretching your back a bit before turning to face his direction, resting on your side, body curling up a bit.

"And here I thought the whole wake up kiss would work." Jason quips, running a hand through your (h/c) locks, leaving you to sigh in content. "Just not my Briar Rose, huh?"

"Can't help it.." you mumble, snuggling your cheek against his thigh more. "Lost focus."

"That's okay, baby. You're adorable either way." he says, grinning at the light blush spreading over your cheeks before his smile fell. "You did take a pretty hard fall last time." the man said, tone softly low. Carrying an expression of concern and solemnity; mind going back to the night he witnessed you crash landed to the ground with a loud thud, body laying still from the painful impact despite your protective suit. Jason went on full panic and concern when it happened, instantly making his way over to you to assess and help with any possible injuries.

Patrols never end up predictable, and in a city as grim and dangerous as Gotham, Gothamites knew that just as well as the Batfamily. It may not deal with the amount of Metahumans as the Flash, or otherworldly as Superman, but you could never let your guard down in a city like Gotham. People could attest clearly when they'd witness Batman or his mentees, former and present, take a rough beating.

So when you and Jason were paired together for patrol a few weeks back, the night didn't end as steady when you had some bruised ribs and sore spots. And you can definitely bet Jason turned into a mother hen in your healing process. Getting ice or warm pads for you, making sure you weren't in strainable positions, delivering pain meds, cuddling or simply touching you when you wanted it. Though your boyfriend: the well known elusive son, so called black sheep of the Waynes, the Red Hood, was subtle and very private about his emotions, including expressing his own concerns over his adoptive family when something would happened, he never held back with you.

You mean everything to Jason, his whole world, his home, the one good constant thing in his life. Through all the pain and hell he's lived passed, you were there through all of it, staying by his side no matter the ugly and messy parts that came with the aftermath of his resurrection. Part of what he loves about you. You made him feel heard, and that his feelings mattered no matter what. Wrong or right.

It was prominent fact to everyone, including his friends and other heroes, that both Jason Todd and Red Hood never mess around when it came to you and your well being. It was obvious to anyone how quote-unquote "whipped", worded by Roy Harper and Tim, the former Robin is with you. Of course you were just as smitten with him in return, but it was something else to anyone's eyes to see the complicated and dangerous man be a real softie.

What could he say? You are his princess, the center of his life, in charge of his heart, and he'd be damned if he didn't love you with everything he's got.

Even after all these years, Jason still wasn't all that expressive, didn't know how to talk so openly with his heart. He only knew how to do any of that with you, gentle and sweet. But he at least made sure to get his point across, and the people who knew him well understood the easiest.

Green tinted blue eyes darkened with worry and gentleness as Jason peered down at you. "Hurt anywhere, Princess? Need anything?"

You mildly shake your head, choosing to take the other hand that wasn't petting your head to cradle against your chest. "'M fine, just sleepy." your eyes open again to look back at him. "Was worried about you last night, though."

You of course knew Jason didn't receive any injuries when he went to sleep after his patrol, where he gently pulled you into his chest. He would've told you outright if he did, even if it wasn't anything serious. Because he'd expect the same from you. But that was just part of being in a relationship with a vigilante, technically a superhero. Even more so when it goes both ways, mainly operating in the same city, being a part of Batman's circle. Back in the old days when Jason was Robin and you, his Batgirl. Even under different monikers, Gothamites were quick to realize that the young love between the second pair of former sidekicks still carried on into adulthood.

"Hey, you know I'm all right. Not even a single bruise." Jason reassured, leaning to rub his nose affectionately with yours. "You should think about yourself."

"I know." you sigh, rubbing your eyes before slowly pushing yourself to sit up with Jason's help, who put an arm around your back in support. "How long have I been asleep?"

"About 20 minutes." he answered. "I didn't even realize you were dozing off until you plopped the book down when your arms went limp."

You then picked up the book you were reading that had slipped from your stomach to your lap. In your drowsy state, you had forgotten to mark where you had left off.

You went over the pages to remember where you were at but a small shudder suddenly went down your spine. You felt Jason brushing your hair away to press his lips against the back of your neck, causing you to let out a small yelp in response. A muffled laugh escapes him, making you try to squirm away from the vibration on your skin. Jason only continued to hold you securely while making sure not to touch your sides.

"That was too cute." he laughs softly against your shoulder.

"You know that spot is a no touch zone!" you cry out, trying to squirm out of his embrace, though not putting actual effort into escaping.

"I can't help it when you make noises like that, Princess." chuckled Jason, resting his nose to your cheek, lips ghosting over it. "Makes me want to see what other sounds I can get out of you."

"Save it for later." you playfully huff, trying to keep from giggling at his continuous doting. "I want to know if Marius finds out how he survived."

Jason's mouth goes over to your ear, murmuring "We've done enough reading. A break would do us good. You sure I can't convince you otherwise?"

Your face feels warmer, body stiff from nerves, heart fluttering. You knew what he was really implying behind his words. “Nope.”

Then, Jason lines his lips to your temple, to your cheekbone, before traveling his way down the side of your neck and the peak of your shoulder from his borrowed t-shirt you were wearing. The touch of his kisses were soft and feather-like, causing your body to instinctively lean for more.

That’s when the man aligned his mouth back to your ear, speaking quietly as if he was sharing a forbidden secret. "’I love thee with a love that shall not die, till the sun grows cold and the stars grow old.’"

A giggle immediately slips from you at his antics. Part of Jason’s obvious love of literature was talking in quotes from classics.

“There’s nothing like using Shakespeare to woo a girl huh, you old soul.” you tease.

He exaggeratedly rolls his eyes, “Fine then, how about this one.” he dips you down a little to face him. “‘To love or have loved, that is enough. Ask nothing further. There is no other pearl to be found in the dark folds of life.’”

“Very funny.” it was your turn to roll your eyes, smile easily spreading.

“What my princess wants she shall receive.” smugly grins Jason, the white streak of his bangs falling down his forehead.

“You are a dork.” you snort before grabbing a hold of his shirt, pulling him into a sweet kiss, which he returned eagerly.

"Aww, did you see that..!" quietly fawned Stephanie, crouching on one knee as she peaked through the gap of the library doors, observing your shared laughter and playful kisses. “They’re too cute!”

“Very happy, too.” nods Cass.

"Jason likes to quote Shakespeare..?” Tim inquires in slight bewilderment, eyes wide, wondering if he misheard your previous sentence.

"Uh, guys? Aren't we kinda intruding in on their moment..?" Duke whispered, feeling a sense of guilt and awkwardness.

“To think Todd carried a poetic side.” muses Damian, he too being perplexed at the new information of his rebellious older brother.

“We should leave them alone.” Dick murmured out, not wanting to disrupt you by giving away their positions. It was always a sight to see how easily you could get Red Hood, Mr. ‘Tough Guy and Edgelord’ to melt with just a touch and a few words.

“Indeed.” a familiar voice spoke beside them, making the siblings turn to see Alfred. He looked at them unimpressed, brow raised. “Now please let Master Jason and Miss (Y/N) be, they would certainly not appreciate being gawked over.”

“But–!” Stephanie quietly whines.

“Off you go.” Alfred ushers, tone firm.

“C’mon,” agreed Dick. “before Jason enters guns blazing and (Y/N) brings out the tasers.”