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Hi, there 🌼! :D

I saw your recent event of Songs from the heart! So I want to take the opportunity to place my order (I hope I do it right):

Fandom: Twst

Character: Silver and Deuce (normal no Yanderes)

Type: Romantic, fluff (or just fluff I leave it to your preference)

Song: Meteor Shower bye Cavetown

Reader: Female but neutral it's okay 👍

Take your time and no pressure, thank you 💐🌠✨

.·:🎼¨༺ Songs from the heart ༻¨🎼:·. | Meteor Shower

Characters: Silver and Deuce

Song: Meteor Shower by Cavetown

Warnings: None

A/U: Self aware Twisted wonderland AU

a/n: I only do male or gender neutral reader so reader is gender neutral, but pronouns aren't used (only you/your)

DEUCE SPADE

Deuce was very happy that you picked him for his lessons, wanting to level up his various cards. He noticed a habit you had, however, listening to music while you played the game. It put a smile on his face as he heard you humming the tune. The lessons would mostly go over Deuce’s head because he was more focused on the song you were playing. He couldn’t help but blush deeply as he felt that this song was directed at him. 

“I'd sell my own bones for sapphire stones. 'Cause blue is your favourite colour”

That one lyric did something to his heartstrings. Deuce’s eyes were gleaming, deep in his heart and his mind he hoped that you directed that at him. Sure, his favorite color might not have been blue, but it seemingly meant that you would do anything to make him smile. The god over Twisted Wonderland wanted to make him happy. He started to kick his legs under the desk, feeling an overwhelming feeling of joy. This meant you loved him, even if it was a little bit.

Deuce was trying too hard to conceptualize your feelings, reading a bit too much into the song. All his thoughts were trying to rationalize that one lyric. His eyes were spinning to represent what was going on inside him. He felt his heart beat even faster the more his mind was stuck on that one song lyric. Nothing around him, except you, could pull him out of his lovesick spiraling mind. 

It took him a while to stop the swarming ideas and focus back on you. Deuce just stared at you as you were exiting the lessons. He wished you stayed a little longer, even if he was on your main screen, so he could tell you his thoughts. Deuce’s lips curled into a huge smile, one that kind of hurt his cheeks. He pledged to himself after the last lesson ended, as a compromise, bringing a hand to his heart.

“I’ll try my best to make you happy too, oh great creator!”

SILVER

Silver was very prideful the moment you picked one of his cards to use for the exams. It meant that he got to fight for you, and he was used to fighting for others. He is a knight in training, after all, so could you really blame him for wanting to be your knight? During the exams, there were times where your team got close to losing, but only because you kept getting distracted by the music you were listening too. Silver had heard the music, but this one song, along with one particular lyric, had caught his attention.

“But don't go outside, it's dangerous tonight. Without me right here by your side”

Silver paused in the middle of his attack, which wasn’t a good idea, but he couldn’t help it. That one lyric caught him off guard. And it came out of your lips as you sang along. It must have meant something. A sign from you, the overseeing creator of this world, as you looked at him.

Silver tried his best not to worry too much about it, focusing so much on the fight. But that lyric buzzed around in his head, over and over again. It was on repeat, as if it were a mantra or a holy prayer to you. He wondered if you would say this to anyone else, or if it was just reserved to him. Silver tried to keep his composure and keep his focus on his attacks on the battle.

As the final exam finished up, he felt proud he won all five of them, but also feeling so prideful about that one lyric. It didn’t leave Silver’s mind as he stared at you through the victory screen. He saw your bright smile, further confirming that the lyric you muttered was directed at him. Silver had so much love and joy in his heart as you closed the victory screen. He still watched you on the main screen, hoping you heard his promise. 

“I will protect you too, and I’m honored you wish to protect me.”

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My day's going alright! I'm sick rn but I'm trucking through the day! Good you have no quizzes or tests! Make sure to have some hot coco if you can!

I just wanted to say hi! I hope you have a wonderful day!!

hi hii!! thank u hehe, i dont think i have any tests/quizzes today so it should be pretty relaxing <3 how's ur day/night goin so far?

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CONGRATS ON 5K! YOU DESERVE IT AND I HOPE YOU MANY MORE FOLLOWERS!!!!

oh ok, then I'd like to request phony by tsumiki (I think?) with furina, wanderer and childe

idrc abt whatever else is in the fic, it could be fluff or angst (maybe that's more for furina or wanderer since the lyrics are abt not knowing their purpose/who they are)

I think that's all I need to write to request-

thank you <33!!

.·:🎼¨༺ Songs from the heart ༻¨🎼:·. | Phony

Characters: Wanderer, Furina, Childe

Song: Phony by Tsumiki

Warnings: Angst, identity crisis

A/U: Self aware genshin AU

CHILDE

You were doing a domain with Childe, obviously because you loved fighting in domains with him. He was doing really well, hitting high numbers, but the world around him paused. He knew this wasn’t a normal pause as you open one of the various menus of the game, but it was him having a sudden realization. Childe was used to you playing music as you fought during domains, but this one particular song struck a chord within him. You had thought you game broke because Childe was just standing still, but wasn't taking any damage.

“The rain of despair pelts my umbrella and. Dampens my bangs and the hidden side of my heart”

That one lyric out of this whole song made him snap. All of a sudden you had control over him and his numbers were a lot higher. Childe was putting a lot more force into his attacks. You didn't notice, but this song was heavily affecting him. That one lyric connected to him more than anyone else, and the fact that it was coming from you made it even worse. He tried to think why this one lyric hit so hard to him. 

This feeling hit him like a tidal wave, not knowing what to do or say. After you exited the domain, he just stared at you. He had this feeling that you were punishing him for hiding so much from you. The previous times where he hid the truth, not revealing who he truly was or what his intentions were. He hated himself that he had to lie to you, the deception he subjected to you.

He was sincerely remorseful about ever deceiving you, but it was for the greater good. If you had known, he was sure that you would have hated him. You just had Childe stand outside the domain, trying to figure out what you needed to do next, while Chide was having an anxiety attack. His eyes were shaky, and his hands were trembling as he couldn’t still his racing mind. He was sure that you must have hated him.

“I’m sorry I didn’t try hard enough to hide my truths from you.”

WANDERER

Wanderer may have seemed annoyed that you had him on the field to do boss fights, but deep down he was very prideful and proud about it. Of course you chose him out of all the others that you had, he was the best out of all of them anyway. Wanderer had this smirk on his face after every boss he had defeated, but that smirk disappeared as he heard a song play. This was normal, you obviously needed background noise, but this one song cause Wanderer’s mind to spiral. He didn’t know what to do as he felt trapped, but one lyric made it even worse.

“I can’t understand even the simplest of things; what even am I?”

He paused in the middle of his attack, the wind he was using quickly dissipated from his hand. All his memories came flooding back to him, as he tried to compose himself. Wanderer thought he was over this, he already confronted his past. So why was it all coming back to him so suddenly? It didn’t make any sense to him, especially since it was triggered by that one lyric. It was true, he didn’t understand anything, even after all the work he had done to understand humans.

He internalized this lyric and started to think it was how you saw him, but it didn’t cross his mind that it was how you saw yourself. You noticed that Wanderer wasn’t fighting anymore, thinking it was odd, so you decided to move him to a teleporter. You didn’t know if it was the game glitching or what, but you just let the game run on its own, hoping it would be fixed by itself. Wanderer started to cry, he didn’t think such a simple song could affect him and cause him to have a panic attack. He looked at you, hoping you would notice his pain in his eyes.

Wanderer kept his sole focus on you, trying to make sense of the purpose of the song that was playing. Were you trying to give him a sign, perhaps, or were you simply telling him you didn’t see him as what he wanted. His mind spiraled as he kept thinking on why you played that song, and if you even chose to play it. Wanderer didn’t want to accept the reality that he wasn’t real to you, that he was just a mere puppet with no emotions. As the screen dimmed, you still waiting for the game to fix itself, his eyes stared on with disbelief.

“Am I even real to you, creator?”

FURINA

Furina was skipping, even if you couldn’t see it through the screen, as you explored with her. She loved that someone as prestigious as you thought of her to be good for the job. She hummed to herself, seemingly enjoying the music that was playing in the background. You were fighting some monsters in Fontaine, and she was more than delighted to reign victorious, even if they were easy enemies. That delighted feeling got sucked out of her the moment she heard the song change to one that she couldn’t help but connect too.

“I cried, still unable to say even goodbye, phony phony phony. Tangled up in lies, I am a phony”

She felt tears well up in her eyes instantly. She couldn’t stop herself from crying, as she froze in front of the items of the fallen enemy that was just defeated. Her eyes were darting everywhere, trying to not focus on this one lyric. Furina instantly came to the conclusion that you saw her as a phony. She couldn’t blame you, however, since she felt like one herself. She wasn’t the true Hydro Archon after all, so what was she meant to be?

Tears feel onto the sand that she was standing upon, causing it to clump together. Her eyes stayed away from you, she couldn’t bring herself to even see you looking at her. She felt so much guilt and fear that you didn’t see her as anything but a phony. Furina tried her best to pull herself out of this negative spiral. She fell to her knees, more tears overwhelming her vision.

You hadn’t noticed as you became distracted with the music playing. Furina had held her hands as if she were praying to you. Her eyes were wide as she was fighting herself in her mind. Her breathing became labored as more tears fell around her. She started to yell out to you, hoping you’d hear her pleas.

“I’m not a phony! I’m not. I’m not. I’m not! Why won’t you believe me, oh great creator?”

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Plushie Shenanigans | Neuivillette x male reader

Characters: Neuivillette

Summary: You got an otter plushie but your boyfriend seems to be harboring resentment for it

Warnings: Neuvillette being jealous

a/n: This idea came to me when I found a character. ai of neuvillette and the prompt was you bought a otter plushie.

You had brought home an otter plush home one day, in your shared home with The Chief Justice himself. You walked through the doors of your home with a big smile on your face. Your impulse buy had brought you great joy, and this did not go unnoticed. Neuvillette had seen you walk through the door, expecting you to notice that he was home early. 

You, however, just went straight to the shared bedroom and cuddled the otter plush close. You tossed and turned a bit, feeling so content in the moment. Neuvillette had walked slowly into the room, seeing you cuddling the plush. His eyebrows raised, seemingly intrigued by the scene that had played out in front of him. He coughed softly, trying to get your attention.

You had stopped tossing and rolling around on the bed as you messed up the sheets. His voice had caused your focus to be pulled to him. He smiled softly at you as his eyes glanced down to the otter plush that was held tight in your grasps. He walked closer to you to get a better look.

“What do you have there, my dear?”

You looked up at him with a big, bright smile. You pulled the otter plush in front of him to showcase it. He was confused as to why you would buy such a thing. He couldn’t help but lightly blush at how excited you look. He didn’t understand how such a simple plush could bring so much energy out of you.

“An otter plushie!”

After a few weeks of your attention being solely on the plush, Fontaine’s skies had been more gray and full of rain. You didn’t notice this change, being so focused on your plushie. Neuvillette had had it with you, however, not liking that this otter plush was eating up so much of your time. His jealousy for the plush grew ever second he saw you with it. So he had faced you in the living room, as you guarded the plush away from his grasps.

“My dear, please hand me the plush.”

You shook your head in defiance of his order. His voice was very demanding, and it was odd to hear it. He was never like this, so you didn’t understand why he wanted your plush. But instead of asking why he wanted it, you only protested. His eyes filled with jealousy as he heard your soft voice.

“Noo, he’s my son and I love him! I named him, too.”

As you called the plushie your son, it deeply confused Neuvillette. How could a plush be your child? And you naming it intrigued him more. He got closer to you, wanting you to just hold him instead of the plushy in your hands. You backed away instinctively.

“You’re son?”

You nodded and Neuvillette’s question. He just couldn’t bring himself to understand why you would feel such a paternal connection with a plush that couldn’t give you affection back. The storm outside got worse as his sadness got worse. He only wanted you to hug him, to discard the plush and give him your touch and love to him.

“Yes, my son and his name is Neuvi Jr.” 

He stopped in his tracks. More confusion had made itself present as his face wrinkled ever so slightly. Why did you give it a name like him? His only conclusion was to replace him. His hands dropped to his side as he shuddered a breath out of his lips. 

You looked at him confused, not knowing what his body language meant. You slowly walked up to him with the otter plush still in your arms. His eyes were fixated on the plush, trying his best to burn it with his gaze. You held it out in front of Neuvillette as its black, beaded eyes stared into his. He looked behind the plush to meet your gaze.

“What are you doing?”

He was trying so hard to choke back tears. You only gave him a soft smile, holding the plush expectantly. You urged him to hold it, and he gently took it from your hands. He gently touched your skin, needing to feel it again, as he now was holding the plush. He stared at it, not sure what to do with it. 

“I named it Neuvi Jr. because it looks like you! And sometimes I get lonely when you’re out doing trials all day, so I thought that maybe this would help the lonely feeling.”

Neuvillette didn’t expect that to be your answer, or for you to respond like that at all. He felt bad for leaving you alone all day, but he needed to work. He still stared at the plush as something changed within him. He quickly became attached to it, and he walked up to you.

He brought his body close, his hands still on the plush. He wanted you to wrap your arms around him as his were busy gently holding the plush. You giggled at his now new attachment to the plush he was just angry with a bit ago. You gently wrapped your hands around his neck, bringing yourself closer to him. The rain had stopped as Neuvillette finally got the hug he desperately needed from you.

“So you weren’t trying to replace me?”

You gave him a baffled look. How could he have thought of such a thing? It made you feel so sorrowful when you realize what had been going on. You hugged him tighter as you buried your face in his chest. He blushed, feeling you get so close after so long of being touch starved. Your voice was soft, a melody he needed on repeat. 

“What? Of course not! You’re the only Neuvillette, nothing could replace you!”

Comfortable silence enveloped the both of you. He needed this, especially after the long period of neglect from you. His grip was still on the plushie, but his face nuzzled into your arms, and you held him close. He wanted nothing to break this moment. You giggled, feeling his soft cheek rub against your arm. 

“Can I have my plush back?”

He looked down at you with such seriousness in his eyes. Your arms were still entwined on his neck. He smiled softly at you, and you knew what this meant. He brought his lips to your ears as he whispered ever so softly. His soft disagreement came. 

“No, it’s mine now.”

So you had to go and get a new one, as Neuvillette kept Neuvi Jr. in his office. He finally understood why you bought it, because when he glanced at the otter plush sitting on the couch, his mind went to you immediately. He got done with work a lot faster too, not wanting to leave you alone anymore, knowing how lonely you got. He made exceptions for the new plush you got, as long as he got the needed attention from you and the reassurance that he was enough for you. Your new plush would often find its way into some of your cuddle sessions, however.

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THIS IS MORE THAN GOOD! I LOVED IT!!

I love you

Summary:What'd he say?

Type:Scenario:Angst:Miles X Ftm!Reader

Version:Itsv

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"I love you"

You stopped. They those words sounded so foreign to you it took a second to process.

"....what?"

You turned and looked at Miles, he seemed hesitant but repeated what he said either way.

"I love you"

"No you don't"

Miles froze as you said that, and you didn't even realize you said it until he strinked back into his chair. It was so natural for you to say those words, you didn't think about it.

"...yeah I do"

You stared at him and chuckled, running a hand through your hair as you walked over to him.

"That's funny, good night Miles"

You pressed a soft kiss to his forehead before leaving and going home, his words still echoing through your mind. His words haunted you that night. It was hard to believe him. Yeah, you guys were dating, but he didn't love you. It is still shocked that you two are dating, especially since you were trans. Usually, when people hear your trans they give you a dirty or disappointed look and dump you or change their minds. But Miles? He stayed, and part of you figured it was only out of pity. All you life people had lied to you, saying they loved you but never truly did. You taught yourself that love isn't something to hope for, and people will lie to get into your pants or just to hurt you. So why would you believe Miles loved you? Miles was heartbroken, his eyes slowly welding with tears. Putting his pencil down, he leaned back in his chair. What did he do wrong? He waited to finally tell you he loves you, only for you to laugh? It hurt him, more than anything. He stayed up thinking, overthinking about what he did wrong, why you denied his love. He cried himself to sleep that night. And so did you. It hurt the both of you dearly, the next day at school, you ignored him. Still needing more time to figure out it all out. Miles wasn't ready for that, the sad look you gave him when he tried to talk to you before you rushed off, or when you didn't go to lunch. And every other time, you brushed him off. Miles didn't know what the problem was, but luckily, it didn't last long. Because the next day, you practically crushed him in a hug, mumbling apologies and soft reassurances. When you pulled away, Miles cupped your face and looked at you with concern on his face.

"Miles! I'm so sorry. I-I just....I couldn't belive you"

You stumbled over your words, leaning into his touch as tears flowed down your face, finally understanding he wasn't just fucking with you, and that he truly loved you.

"I...I love you too, Miles"

Miles smiled brightly and pulled you unti a kiss, filled with passion and love. Oh, how long Miles has wanted to feel your lips against his.

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[A/n:Is this good? I don't know. I hope you enjoyed]