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The smell of lilac

Summary:

Every spring, he leaves bouquets of sunflowers on a park bench — just like that, for strangers. One day, someone starts leaving flowers in return.…

Link to this work:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/65921923

Every spring, when the first rays of the sun touched the city streets, Pure Vanilla left his apartment on the old street and headed to a small park nearby. For him, spring had long since become more than just a change of season — it was a symbol of something new, light, hope and life, despite the darkness that was slowly consuming his vision.

He started losing his eyesight a few years ago. At first, there were only rare, barely noticeable spots in the corners of the eyes, then increasing blurring, the inability to see the faces of familiar people, and finally, almost complete blindness. Doctors shrugged their shoulders: the disease was progressing too fast.

But he didn't give up. On the contrary, he decided to make spring special for those who could still see the beauty of the world. Every year, when the sunflowers began to bloom in the neighboring garden, he bought several bright bouquets of them and left them on an old park bench.

There he would leave a bouquet of sunflowers, those large, yellow flowers that always reminded him of the sun and warmth. He wanted the passersby sitting on this bench to feel joy, to receive at least a little light from his little gift.

Passersby often stopped by the bench, smiling and carefully picking up sunflowers. And although Pure Vanilla could no longer see their smiles, he knew that his spring bouquets made someone happier.

One day in the spring, a few years after the start of his tradition, when he put sunflowers on a put as always, he noticed something purple nearby. As he got closer, he suddenly discovered a neat bouquet of lilacs left in response to his flowers.

If his memory did not betray him, then lilac is a flower that is often associated with hope and memories. Attached to it was a small piece of paper with an inscription (which Dark Cocoa later awkwardly read to him). The note read:

"I've noticed that you're either a passionate creator of floral delights, spreading joy with bouquets right and left, or you're an old geezer throwing money down the drain in a desperate attempt to attract attention to yourself. These flowers will wither sooner or later anyway. But, to be honest, your gesture just surprised me! And believe me, it's an impossible task to surprise me. That's why I decided to give you my little surprise. And, yes, this time the choice of colors is entirely dictated by my personal aesthetic preferences.

Your

Songbird"

Since then, every spring has brought with it a purple echo – a bouquet of lilacs, a quiet response to his sunny greetings.

Five years have passed like a whirlwind since Pure Vanilla first discovered this floral correspondence. A park bench has turned into a cozy corner for two secret floral messages. One evening, when the air rang with the freshness of spring, and the wind wove lace in the treetops, Pure Vanilla perched on his favorite bench, inhaling the scent of blooming life. And suddenly... Someone landed quietly next to him.

The scent of lilac was suddenly felt everywhere. Her delicate, slightly sweet fragrance penetrated every crevice, filling the heart with awe and warmth.

He carefully stretched out his hand in front of him, as if trying to "catch" this air. His heart began to beat faster. He couldn't see who had come, but the voice that sounded was filled with fun and mischief.

"Happy anniversary," the unknown man said, and something silky, like a butterfly's wing, touched his cheek, causing a pleasant tickle.

The blind stretched out his hand, felt the silky petals and felt the fragrance increase dramatically, as if the flowers themselves filled the entire space with their scent.

"I hope you're allergic to lilacs" A melodious voice purred, full of sarcasm.

The blind man only grinned in response, raising his bleary eyes to the source of the voice.

Mama's boy (Female! Mother! Reader x Dark Choco) Platonic relationship

° Dark Choco… God, his name alone lit a spark in Y/N! He was her ray of hope, a tiny sun in the pitch darkness.

° And then there was the Dark Cacao. A marriage of convenience, alas! No butterflies in the stomach, no fireworks. Only a platonic bond, strong as an oak root, and endless love for their common son. And then... exile.

° Y/N's heart broke into a million pieces! The relationship with Cacao went to hell. Y/N just couldn't stand being around this... this cookie who threw her boy out without even trying to figure it out! That's why Y/N ran away.

° Ten long years in the wilderness, like a recluse. Not a soul around! She sat in her hut like an owl, getting out only when absolutely necessary.

° Just a couple of days ago, a cookie flew into your door like a whirlwind of cinnamon dust.

"Please, help!!!" he screamed, miraculously holding a massive figure in his arms. You, having forgotten about the unfinished tea immediately rushed to them.

° The injured cookie was conscious – a real miracle, considering how much he had suffered! And the poor guy was very young.

"My child, are you okay?" Y/N stammered, bending over him. The cookie shuddered and looked up at you. And then you froze, as if you had run into an icy glaze.

° Cookie's only surviving eye... it was full of terror, but not only that. The reflection of the abyss splashed in it, from which the chilling whisper of the sugar devil seemed about to escape. That red eye that was looking at her. That black hair that was now cut short. It was her boy.

Hedakons:

• After that, Choco started visiting you in your hut

• You drink tea and talk about anything that comes to mind

• You never mention Dark Cacao in your conversations. Choco feels guilty about it, but you hate to think about it.

• Choco often comes to you with wounds that are not as serious as they were the first time you met, but still wounds. And you're often ready to help him bandage his arm or repair a minor scratch. Where can you go without Mom 's reproaches ?

• Often, when looking in the mirror, you can see circles under your eyes, your dough are no longer as soft as it once were, and gray hair. Of course, this is unpleasant for you because you are a woman, but Choco is always ready to hug you and tell you that you are the most beautiful mother he has ever seen.

• Choco often gives you your favorite flowers.

• He likes when you pinch his cheeks, it reminds him of his childhood.

• Once on Choco's birthday, you made his favorite cake (I don't remember what it's called). You've never seen your son cry and smile so sincerely and broadly at you.

• You often dance to music. Choco often steps on your feet and feels awkward about it. But you assure him that everything is fine.

• Choco often has nightmares and you hug him as a child and whisper words of comfort in his ear or sing a lullaby.

• Yes, he's a mama's boy and he's proud of it, even though he'll never tell anyone about it.

Rules:

I write not only Cookie x Y/N ships, but also any ships in the game that you want such as (Pure vanilla x Shadow Milk, Dark Cacao x Pure Vanilla and others)

Hi !!! My name is Mo!!! Meet my character. Her name is Jasmin Jelly cookie, she is 19, pronouns: She/her.

She is very shy, quiet and timid, a social phobe. She is shy of her legs, so she hides them, loves listening to music in silence, has poorhearing, is very clingy if you are really dear to her. She lives in the Vanilla Kingdom with her mom.

Also, a video will be released soon on my YouTube channel, so I'm writing to you to subscribe to me so as not to miss it.

"The long-awaited meeting" (Shadow Milk Cookie x Truthless Recluse cookie)

Ships: Shadow Milk x Truthless Recluse

Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, A story from the first POV, Feeling guilty, Modern AU, Humanization

Notes:

I finally wrote it!!! Juhu!!! Know that I will not stop writing, even if it seems to you that I am not writing. I'm writing all your requests just slowly!!! Because I have ADHD!!! My 'mom' also punished me. Know that if I don't write for a long time, my 'mom' took my phone away from me. And it will be often because my mom doesn't know what extra space and time for rest are. It may seem to you that I wrote this story about Pure Vanilla, but it was about Truthless Recluse, or rather, the transformation of Pure Vanilla into Truthless Recluse into modern AU, and I also turned cookies into people. Don't be mad at me. 👉🏻👈🏻

I remember the first time we met, I stayed after school because I was behaving badly, and you went into the teacher's office to ask something. I looked at you so beautiful, as if the sun itself had entered the office in human form. You had blonde hair, glasses with huge frames that hid such beautiful eyes, you had tanned skin, and your tall and lanky figure was wearing a beautifully ironed white shirt.

You looked at me fleetingly, as if scanning, and smiled at me out of the corner of your lips. That smile, short and restrained, pierced right through me. You said something to the teacher, your voice sounded soft and confident. I remained sitting at my desk, as if paralyzed, unable to take my eyes off the door through which you disappeared. The world around me ceased to exist. There's only you left, an image etched in my memory forever.

The next time we met, when I beat up some guy, he beat me up. I was sitting outside the director's office with a bloody nose. You walked past and met my gaze, your eyes widened.

There was surprise in them, maybe even a slight disappointment. I looked away, feeling the color rise to my cheeks. That's not the impression I wanted to make. Not a hero, not a bully, but someone... more worthy of your attention. Stupid fight, stupid excuse, stupid me.

You didn't stop, didn't come up, just walked past, disappeared around the bend in the corridor. I remained sitting, clutching a bloody handkerchief in my hands, and thought that this was probably the end. The end of some kind of hope that I had imagined for myself. I hope that you see in me something more than just a noisy guy from a parallel class.

But you came back a few minutes later. You were holding a cup of coffee from the vending machine. You handed it to me, silently, without a single word. The hot heat burned my palms.

"Here you go," you said softly, and there was no judgment or mockery in your voice, just... sympathy? Caring? I looked up and saw that you were smiling slightly.

The coffee smelled bitter and sweet at the same time. I took a small sip, and warmth spread throughout my body, like a small sun inside. The taste was simple, cheap, but at that moment it seemed like the most delicious drink in the world.

I looked at the door of the director's office, at the bloodstained handkerchief, at my trembling hands and tried to understand what had just happened. His act was so simple and so incredibly touching. There was nothing superfluous in it, no pretense, just a sincere desire to help.

The director called me into the office. He scolded me for fighting, threatened me with the consequences, but at that moment I didn't care. I listened to him with half an ear, clutching a cup of cooling coffee in my hands. When I came out of the office, I saw him at the end of the corridor. He was waiting for me. He just stood there and waited, as if he knew I'd show up.

My heart started pounding like a bird beating in a cage. I felt the blood rush to my cheeks and tried to take a deep breath to calm myself. Not now, not in front of him, I silently begged myself. Steeling myself, I moved towards him, trying not to show how worried I was. Every step felt like my last, as if I were walking on thin ice that was about to crack.

When I got closer, he smiled slightly. I saw something in his eyes that I couldn't tell if it was sympathy or interest. "How are you?" he asked softly. These simple words sounded like music to me. I cleared my throat and tried to answer as calmly as possible.: "I'm fine. Thanks for the coffee."

He nodded and paused, as if considering what to say next. An awkward pause hung in the air, but it didn't seem painful to me. On the contrary, there was something special about that silence, something that allowed both of us to gather our thoughts. Finally, you broke the silence.: "It's not worth fighting. It won't lead to anything good." He said.

His words penetrated my heart like a warm ray of sunshine after a long winter.

At that moment, the world around me seemed to cease to exist. It's just the two of us, standing in the midst of the hustle and noise, but trapped in our own little world. I could feel his presence filling me with strength and confidence.

Suddenly, someone called your name, bringing us back to reality. You looked back. "I have to go," you said with a slight sadness in your voice. "But I'm glad we talked." He turned around and walked away, leaving me standing alone.

Suddenly it dawned on me and I shouted after him. "Wait!!! Wait a minute!!! What's your name!?"

His steps slowed, and he turned around, his hair gently fluttering in the wind. Surprise flashed in his eyes, but he didn't stop.

"Pure," I heard his soft name, like the whisper of the wind. "My name is Pure vanilla." And with that, he finally disappeared around the corner, leaving me alone.

I stood motionless, repeating that name to myself like a prayer. Pure vanilla… Pure…

______

After that, our meetings became inexplicably frequent, either a game of chance or a whim of fate. We started getting to know each other better. You turned out to be surprisingly calm, like a quiet harbor in the raging sea of my life. You seemed to genuinely enjoy my company, and you found a response in my jokes, even if they were not always understandable to others. You patiently helped me with my homework, always found time to reply to my messages, and we wandered the streets together, melting into the embrace of the city.

That's when I started noticing things about you that I hadn't seen before. Not just a friend, not just a good friend, but something more. When you looked at me, your eyes seemed full of inexplicable warmth. Your voice sounded like a gentle melody when you said my name. And I, like a moth on a flame, couldn't resist this magic.

We spent more and more time together, discovering new facets in each other every day. You shared with me your dreams, your fears, your innermost thoughts. I, in turn, felt like my soul was opening up to you, as if I'd found someone who understood me without words.

The city that used to seem like just a place where I live has become a witness to our nascent history. Every alley, every bench in the park, and every cafe have become places filled with memories of our meetings, our conversations, and our smiles.

And then one day, walking under the starry sky, you took my hand. It was simple, but so meaningful. At that moment, I realized that all my feelings for you are not just friendship, but something much deeper, stronger and more real. I realized that I fell in love with you.

And now, looking back on those days, I realize that it was the most wonderful time of my life. A time when two people, like puzzles, found each other and formed a single picture full of love, tenderness and hope.

But my pride, that damned wall between me and happiness, got in the way. I was afraid. I was afraid to appear ridiculous in front of my friends, I was afraid of their ridicule, I was afraid that they would not understand. This cowardly thought settled in my head and slowly poisoned all the bright things that had blossomed between us. I've been hiding you like a jewel that I'm ashamed to put on display. What a stupid thing to do!

And of course you felt it. He noticed my hesitation, my awkward attempts to hide our meetings. Your eyes, once full of warmth, have become thoughtful and sad. A shadow of doubt settled in them, which corroded our fragile bond day after day.

One day you asked directly: "Why are you hiding me?" And instead of honestly admitting my idiotic fear, I lied. I said something unintelligible about the "inopportune moment," about the "need for time." The words came out of me like counterfeit coins with no value.

You listened in silence, lowering your eyes. At that moment, I saw something break inside you. The spark of hope that had been burning so brightly began to fade. You left without saying a word. And I remained standing, cursing my cowardice and stupidity.

Then I started to drift away, disappearing into the company of friends, and you were silent, watching the wall grow between us. But the worst was ahead. I saw them beating you up in the backyard of the school. I froze, paralyzed by horror. Your once beautiful hair was disheveled, your glasses were cracked, and you noticed me and looked at me hopefully. They certainly noticed that look. "Do you know him?" They asked, and I, a pathetic coward, put on a mask of indifference and, spitting into your soul, said, "Who do you take me for? I would never associate with such a freak."

The words burst from my lips, burning worse than blows. I've seen the hope in your eyes fade, replaced by the ashes of disappointment. The physical pain they inflicted paled in comparison to the pain I inflicted on you with my words. They let you go, having lost interest. You got up, staggered, and, without saying a word, disappeared around the corner of the school.

But despite all this, you continued to communicate with me, continued to love me. And so we were sitting on the roof, you were sitting with me and play of the guitar.

The wind ruffled our hair, carried away fragments of the melody that you were playing. The guitar in your hands sounded sad, then gentle, as if retelling the story of our relationship. I looked at the city spread out below us, at the glowing lights that seemed so far away and indifferent to our pain.

Your fingers slid over the strings, extracting sound after sound, and I felt the tension in my chest release a little. You never reproached me, you never reminded me of those words, as if they had never happened. Your love was silent, forgiving, like the endless sky above us.

I knew that I didn't deserve you, that I had caused you too much pain. But you were there, you were always there. You kept seeing something good in me, something that I had lost in myself a long time ago.

You finished playing, and in the silence that followed, I heard your soft breathing. I turned around and saw your smile, as bright and warm as the day we first met.

You suddenly asked. "What do I need to do to make you love me again?" And like a fool I said, "Change you the damn thing. Look at you"

My heart sank at my own words. They sounded harsh, rude, like a slap in the face. I saw the smile slowly fade from your face, giving way to confusion and pain. At that moment, I hated myself more than ever before. How could I say that? How could I hurt you, the most precious thing I had?

I reached out to touch you, but immediately pulled back. I didn't even deserve that. I didn't deserve your love, your forgiveness, your presence. I was a broken, spoiled man, unable to appreciate the treasure I held in my hands.

You were silent, with your head down. I saw the tears slowly rolling down your cheeks. Tears because of me. Tears because of my stupidity, my cruelty. I wanted to scream, to rip out my tongue, just to get it all back. But the words had already been said, and they poisoned the air around us.

Through a brilliant veil of tears, you gave me the most dazzling of all your smiles, and in that smile, despite everything, there was hope: "Then I will change..."

And you've changed.....

________

And this strange combination attracted me. It's like you've awakened a beast that was previously slumbering under the guise of a modest and shy guy. And this beast was charming in its primal savagery.

I've watched you talk to others, confidently and assertively, like you've never talked before. It was like you were enjoying your new freedom, your new voice.

I remember when you started wearing a leather jacket, how there was a twinkle in your eyes, how your gait changed. You weren't trying to please anymore, you weren't trying to be a good boy. You were yourself, the real you, and that was the most attractive thing about you.

You changed your name, as if you had shed your old skin, and the new identity suited you incredibly. Dark colors, chains, and heavy boots appeared in the wardrobe. You've become a magnet for attention. You basked in this attention, as if you had been deprived of the sun for a long time.

Oh, if only I could have foreseen what this would lead to.… We were sitting in a bar, drinking beer, laughing in the circle of my so-called "friends". Suddenly, a quarrel broke out between me and someone, and you, like a faithful knight, came to my defense. At first, there were only rude words and punches, but soon the verbal altercation turned into a fierce fight. You were pushed, you fought back, and now our whole company was fiercely fighting with another one. After dealing with one of the attackers, I turned to you to make sure you were okay. And then, as if in slow motion, I saw a guy swinging a knife at you. You miraculously grabbed his arm... and the knife plunged into him. You could see the instant realization in your eyes, the horror of what you'd done, as you staggered back.

The police arrived quickly, the sirens were deafening, and the headlights pierced the night. We were all taken to the police station and interrogated separately. I kept saying the same thing: you were protecting me, it was self-defense, an accident. But the words were drowned in a chaos of testimony and contradictions.

A few hours later, they let me go, but they kept you. I waited at the door of the police station all night, hoping to see you, to find out that everything was okay. In the morning, the investigator came out, tired and gloomy. He said that the guy with the knife is alive, but in serious condition. You have been charged with grievous bodily harm.

The world around me collapsed. What started as an ordinary drinking session with friends turned into a nightmare in which you found yourself in the middle of events. I felt guilty, responsible for what happened to you. If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't be in this situation, you wouldn't be grab here.

Then the trial began. Every meeting was torture. In the courtroom, I saw your parents, their faces full of grief and disappointment. I wanted to go up to them and tell them I was sorry, but I couldn't find the strength. The lawyer insisted on self-defense, but the prosecutor was relentless, demanding severe punishment. The witness statements were contradictory, some confirmed my version, others claimed that you attacked first.

I testified, tried to be convincing, but I felt like every word I said was drowning in a sea of doubts. I saw the jurors looking at each other, shaking their heads. I knew that their verdict would decide your fate. They conferred for several days, and every hour of waiting seemed like an eternity. Finally, they pronounced their verdict: guilty.

Prison. The word that I feared the most has become reality.

_____

I didn't visit you in prison. Not because I didn't want to, and not because your friends had built an impregnable wall around you. No. The reason was the gnawing guilt that corroded my soul like acid. The years passed by in a rush, taking me further and further away from those days. I grew up, became a teacher at the institute, and found my place in life. I don't have many friends, but each of them is like a piece of solid rock that you can lean on.

The nights have become even longer, and the silence has become even more oppressive. Your image does not fade, but only becomes brighter and clearer. I can see every wrinkle in your eyes, every shadow of doubt on your face. I remember how your hands were shaking when you took on all the responsibility. I stood there as if paralyzed, unable to utter a word. And that silence haunts me to this day.

I started my journey of redemption small. At first it was just helping a neighbor, then participating in charity events. Gradually, I got involved, and it became the meaning of my life. I help the homeless, victims, and those who have lost hope. In their eyes, I see a reflection of my past cowardice, and it spurs me on to move on.

I know that this is not enough. I know that no amount of good deeds will bring back the past or ease the pain I caused you. But I keep trying. I believe that someday, when I stand before you, you will see not only a coward and a traitor, but also a man who sincerely repented and tried to somehow make amends.

Sometimes it seems to me that I feel your presence next to me. In the quiet rustle of leaves, in the warm breeze, in the casual smile of a stranger. Maybe it's just my imagination, or maybe it's a sign that you're watching me. I hope you can see that I've changed. I hope you can see that I'm trying to get better.

The room was flooded with dim light that fell from a narrow window near the ceiling. The air was heavy, heavy with the smell of dust and old wood. I was sitting on a chair, my fingers nervously clutching the armrests, my heart was beating so loudly that it seemed to echo off the walls. The door creaked, and I looked up.

You entered, followed by two guards. They put you in front of me, and I couldn't take my eyes off you. You've changed. You've grown taller, but at the same time thinner, as if your body has stretched out under the weight of time. Your blond hair, which I remembered as short, now was medium length, and there was a scar on your lip, like a mark left by a life that didn't spare you. You squinted at me, and at first I thought it was hate. But then our eyes met, and I froze.

Oh....

You couldn't see me clearly, I realized that right away. Your eyes, once so clear, were now clouded, as if covered with a veil. My heart ached with pain.

"Hi," I said, and my voice shook like a branch about to snap under the weight of snow. You were smiling. Not the cold, distorted smile I was expecting, but the one that was warm and soft, like sunlight at dawn. She was the same as when we sat on the roof of the old house, sharing dreams and a pack of cigarettes stolen from your father. That smile, it was as if it tore the veil of time, and I saw you again — not changed, not broken, but the same boy who believed that the world could be changed by desire alone.

"You're here," you whispered, and your voice sounded like a candle going out in the dark. It was quiet, but there was something more to it, something I couldn't describe. Heaviness, pain, and hope were all mixed up in one short sentence, but there was so much warmth in those words that I could barely hold back the tears.

"I knew you'd come back," you whispered, and your voice was so low that it was barely audible. But I heard it.

P.S. Guys, I'll finish all the work that I haven't finished, but I'm unlikely to write more on this fandom. If you don't ask me to do it. I've moved to a new fandom called The Magnus Archives (X GN! y/n). So write under this post what you want to see there. I fulfill any requests. Except 1. Incest 2. Pedophilia (I write only if the characters consider Y/N to be their child and have only a platonic relationship with them!) 3. Neurophilia

Characters: Hera, Athena, Calypso, Aeolus, Hephaestus

Tags: fluffy, romantic, human reader, gods, Chubby reader

Aeolus

• He likes your extra weight, he doesn't consider it a disadvantage, but rather a virtue

• He's always ready to shower you with compliments

• Are you in a mood because of your excess weight? Don't worry, because Aeolus is already ready to hug you and shower you with compliments

• He loves kissing you on the cheek because damn your cheeks are so soft

• He loves lying on the ground with you and looking at the clouds or the stars

• He considers you the most attractive woman/man in all of Greece

• Favorite nicknames: my cloud, my north wind

• He doesn't care what you wear, as long as you like it and feel comfortable

• He loves you and he'll do anything to let you know that, damn it!!!

Hephaestus

• He likes it when you dress openly, but he knows that you're shy about it, so he doesn't insist

• He gets a little worried when you're all red in his forge.

• He loves to cook for you

• He likes hugging you because you're so cute

• He's a little insecure because of his limp, but you do everything so that he doesn't feel inferior, just as he's trying to help you with your personal weight

• He likes to watch you weave wreaths

• He likes to carry you in his arms because you're so light for him

• He doesn't call you cute nicknames, and neither

Athena

• She believes that you need to love your partner not for his appearance, but for his mind

• She is very concerned about your excess weight and tries to help you, but does not insist too much

• She doesn't care how you dress, you're beautiful to her in any way

• She admires your intelligence, but there's no way she's going to tell you that

• She also how Hephaestus doesn't like to call you cute nicknames

• Likes to lie on your lap in the form of an owl

• She doesn't hug often, but if you ask.

Calypso

• You're her, her, and only her.

• You're perfect for her in every way.

• She doesn't mind your excess weight.

• She likes it when you dress in revealing clothes and she doesn't care if you don't like it.

• She doesn't know what personal space is.

• She's always with you, even if you think you're alone. She's watching you.

• She has a lot of cute nicknames for you.

• Loves to cuddle with you, hold your hands, lie with you and any other physical contact with you

Hera

• You are her true treasure

• She dresses you in the latest fashion

• She takes you out with her in front so that everyone can see how beautiful you are

• If someone makes a joke about your excess weight, they're finished

• She likes to kiss you on the cheeks

characters: Jerry Stokes, Pete DiNunzio, Bill Dickey, Josh Levy

tags: fluff, comfort, siblings reader, complexes, problematic family relationships.

Jerry Stokes

• Jerry loves you because you are his older brother/sister!!!

• He likes to play video games with you and watch fantastic movies

• You are his mainstay

• He always knows that he can come to your room and calmly talk about what is bothering him or tell you about his insecurities

• He trusts you very much

• Very clingy

• He knows that you will solve all his problems as much as possible

• One day, he gave you a guitar that you had been saving up for so long. He saved up for it for 2 whole years

Pete DiNunzio

• You are his most beloved brother/sister

• He loves listening to you play the electric guitar. He tried to learn, but he couldn't, so he quit

• You often walk through abandoned buildings together

• You also like to drink beer together and laugh from not funny jokes coming to television

• Sometimes he has a complex because of his monobrow, although he doesn't show it, but you always tell him that it's okay

• He still sleeps with a teddy bear that was given him when he was 6 years ago

• You like to go to concerts of different rock bands

• You also have your own rock band. So what if it consists of two people?

Bill Dickey

• You and him have.... Not an easy relationship, if you can say so. You often swear, but he loves you even though he doesn't show it

• He often drags you to a comic book store where he shows you the best comics

• You like to watch horror movies together. On Halloween, he dressed up in a Hannibal costume and forced you to dress up in a Michael Myers costume

• He's trying to look up to you. Even though he would never admit it

• You often play pranks on each other. One day you opened the door of your room and cold water poured on you. You were beside yourself with rage, but don't worry, you took revenge on him at night

• He is very afraid of the dark. He still comes to your room and lies down next to you, so you can often see Bill lying in bed with you in the morning, hugging you like a baby koala

• As a child, he loved listening to you sing to him. He still loves listening to you. He even recorded your voice on his recorder

• When your parents divorced, you were each other's only support, so you're very attached to each other

Josh Levy

• He likes it when you braid his pigtail or put his hair in a ponytail

• He tells you everything he can

• He reads comics to you and even lets you touch his figurines

• He often complains about his excess weight, but you try to help him. Do you often run in the park, drink water, exercise

• He loves it when you ride him on your bike

• He loves dancing with you just like he did when he was a kid

• He likes to listen to you read. He falls asleep immediately.

characters: Athena, Hermes, Apollo, Zeus, Poseidon, Ares

tags: fluff, comfort, gods, child reader

Hermes

• He met you when you were sitting in a tree and watching the celebration in honor of Prince Telemachus.

• He immediately started bragging about who he was, scaring you terribly and you almost fell out of the tree, but he caught you. After that, you became inseparable.

• Together you like to make fun of people and arrange practical jokes.

• He taught you how to deceive your parents well.

• Is there something your parents don't allow you to do? It doesn 't matter ! You have Dad Hermes who will let you do whatever you want.

• Teaches you how to steal.

• He burst into tears when you called him Dad for the first time.

• He's very jealous of other people, even your parents.

Apollo

• met when you were trying to learn how to play the harp. He heard it and decided to help.

• You've gone through a bunch of musical instruments and decided to choose a flute.

• You often play together.

• You play the flute and Apollo plays the harp.

• Mermaids love it when you play together.

• He calls you his north star and muse.

• Love dancing to music with you.

• Draw drawings about you.

• A proud father.

• He's not jealous of your parents, because he knows that you love him more.

Zeus

• When you were just born to your parents, he immediately realized that you would be his child.

• So what if you have parents? He doesn't care about that.

• He loves you to the point of horror and considers you perfect children.

• He've spoiled you too much.

• You have a lot of toys.

• You don't love your parents. Why love them if you have a daddy Zeus?

• You often visit Olympus.

• Once you told the neighborhood kids about it and they cut your hair, but don't worry!!! The next day, they were struck by lightning.

• You are the only person who is allowed to shout and tell Zeus what to do without any consequences.

Poseidon

• Met you when you fell into the water and couldn't get out. But thank the gods Poseidon saved you.

• You often sit on the grass and chat with him.

• He is very attached to you and considers you his child, but he will never tell you about it.

• Fish often come to you and you like it. Once you tried to feed them sweets, but they swam away from you.

• You love swimming in the pond next to your house and hate getting out of the water.

• You often ask him stupid questions, but he endures for you:

"No, child, fish don't eat lollipops. Stop send it into the water, they won't swim up to you

• He's jealous of everyone. Even your dog.

• He worries about you more than he cares about his life.

Ares

• You were just practicing and you met him.

• Love to train together.

• You're more like friends or younger siblings to him than children.

• Are you being bullied? He doesn't worry because he knows that you can always stand up for yourself.

• He's not jealous of your parents.

• He likes to walk with you in the meadow.

• He loves it when you make him a wreath of flowers.

• He's wearing the friendship bracelet you made for him.

• He's in a huge panic when you get mad at him or cry. Once you cried because you fell and got a bruise on your knee. He ran around you and then he started crying too, not knowing what to do.

• Only you know about this little secret. And no one else, otherwise Ares will kill you. It sounded exactly like this:

"I don't really care when I lose people, but you.... I can't lose you. You know too much. So it's either friendship or death."

Athena

• No one knows how you met. Even you don't remember anymore.

• Helps you do your homework.

• In fact, you've started to understand some subjects. No one understands why you're so smart because you live in a poor family.

• You like to hunt with her.

• You've been calling her your mom since you were 3 years old.

• She loves it when you call her mom, but she thinks it's wrong.

• You're her favorite.

• Your family started hunting well, even though they were never good at it. A boar is literally running towards them now.

• You like to go camping with her, but only for a day or two.

Characters: Zeus, Apollo, Poseidon, Hermes, Ares, Aphrodite

Tags: fluffy, romantic, human reader, gods, Chubby reader

P.S. Feel free to write your ideas or requests!!!

Zeus

• Although he preferred beautiful and slender partners with a good physique, you won his heart.

• He likes to watch you eat.

• He's very clingy, so get ready, he will hugs you because you're very soft for him. He likes it.

• He often uses you as a pillow when you sleep together.

• He doesn't care how you dress.

• If you have a complex about your weight, he tries to compliment you.

• Once you heard how lightning struck several men who were laughing at your weight. You asked Zeus about this, but of course he didn't know anything about it:

"Baby, I don't control the lightning, it just flies at the bad people. What? Don't look at me like that."

• He likes to call you a teddy bear or a cloud:

"My cloud, this outfit is beautiful on you. By the way, would you like some pudding?"

Poseidon

• He loves your weight, but he will never tell you about it.

• No matter how you dress. In fact, he really wants you to dress openly, but he knows that you complex are overweight.

• He likes to bury his face in your plump belly. He's also very clingy.

• He's trying to be nice and compliment you, but it doesn't work out very well. He stopped telling you them, when you cried from them, he stopped doing it:

"I really love your weight, you look like a hippopotamus. Ah.... That is, like a pig. I love pigs, and you eat like that too, and...." (Yes, as you can see, he was VERY bad at it. Bu He try !!!)

• He ready to drown anyone who looks at you badly:

"Why are you looking at them so askance? Is there something you don't like?"

• He once tried to sink a ship with merchants who said you were too plump and they didn't have the right clothes on you.

• Likes to use affectionate nicknames such as "seahorse" or "my goldfish"

Aphrodiate

• She likes to make you beautiful fashionable clothes.

• She considers your excess weight to be the highlight of you.

• She likes to call you by affectionate nicknames such as "my baby rabbit" or "little bear"

• Always praises your excess weight. She likes it.

• Next to you, she tries to dress much more inconspicuously. It's difficult for her, but she wants everyone to see how beautiful you are.

• She likes to go shopping with you and choose clothes.

• Complexes ? They are not near Aphrodite.

• She often compliments you about your excess weight.

Ares

• He doesn't care about your excess weight. He is with you because of your character and gentle soul.

• He gives you flowers every day, so you have a whole garden.

• He bakes you sweets every day. He's a great cook, even though he's a warrior. Sometimes you even think that if Ares wasn't the god of war, he would definitely have become the god of sweets or pastries.

• Very jealous.

• He likes to walk in the garden with you. He knows that you often get tired because of excess weight, so he picks you up.

• He also tried to compliment you, but he's even worse at complimenting you than Poseidon.

• Loves to cuddle with you

• No affectionate names

Hermes

• He often inundates you with compliments.

• Likes to flatter.

• Hugs you when he's too angry or too emotionally alienated.

• He likes to tell you about his exploits. So what if you've heard it a hundred times? What's the difference?

• He likes it when you dress openly. Complexes ? He knows nothing about fashion, but he tries and even asks Aphrodite what is fashionable now to please you.

• They're almost gone, and if they are, he'll shower you with compliments and kiss you on the cheeks until you pass out.

• He often brings you pastries. He says he cooks it himself, although in fact he just buys it from the nearest baker.

• Affectionate names? There are a lot of them and every day there is something new, but his most favorite is "my bun"

Appolo

• He likes to dedicate songs to you and play his harp for you.

• Loves dancing with you.

• Once he tried to lift you up, but almost fell down myself, although tried to pretend that you were very light.

• His favorite nicknames are "my moon", "my stars", "my universe".

• Just like Aphrodite likes to take you to different clothing stores.

• He loves it when you stop complex for a while and dress openly.

characters: Aphrodiate, Hermes, Apollo

tags: fluff, romance, human reader, gods, headcanons format. completely gn reader

P. S: Of course I can !!!!

• Ships: Luisa X Male Reader

⚠️: Hurt/Comfort, Fluff

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To be honest, you've never liked girls. You've always thought of them as arrogant fools who only think about a man's appearance. The only thing you loved more than life was books. Books books books and books again. Just them. No girls. To be honest, you thought you were handsome. But as an intelligent person, you understood that from the point of view of a girl, you were..... Not very beautiful. Tall, not a bit of muscle, stooped, wearing glasses all the time, pale as death, pimply, front teeth sticking out like a rabbit. So from the point of view of girls, you're just an ordinary unremarkable bore. You thought you'd be alone like this until one day you met her......

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It was a simple day. It was sunny as usual, you were walking with your face buried in a book and immersed in the world of stories when suddenly you bumped into someone and fell.

-Ouch.... Hey!!! Watch where you're going, stupid!!!

You shouted, picking up your glasses from the ground.

-Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Are you hurt?

You heard a worried voice. You finally put on your glasses and before you could quip, you saw her.... She was the most beautiful woman you've ever seen in your life....

Her muscular and tall figure blocked by the sun and streams of sweat poured from her muscular tanned arms. Those beautiful brown eyes were looking at you with concern, and these are no worse than the beautiful brown hair that was braided on one side and gathered into a bun with a red ribbon with a bow on the other. Her beautiful white shirt was wet and stuck to her skin.

It looks like you were silent for too long, because she picked you up in her arms without warning, which made you squeal loudly.

You tried to talk to her while she was carrying you to the tall oak tree on the hill.

- Ma'am, please let me go. I feel better. M-ma'am wait.... Don't go so fast my glasses... Ma'am!!!

You screamed in panic, adjusting your glasses, which kept falling off your nose.

But she stubbornly remained silent. You felt like a sack of potatoes that was just thrown over your shoulder.

Finally she let go of you and you instinctively backed away but pressed your back against the bark of a tall oak tree. And again you turned your head in the direction of the girl. Oh, how beautiful she is..... Looking into these two beautiful brown pools, you didn't notice at all how she said something, until her muscular hand touched your forehead and you blushed again.

- Hm.... How strange you aren't no temperature....

You swallowed when you heard her slightly bass voice. You adjusted your glasses and cleared your throat, attracting the attention of a girl unknown to you.

- I'm sorry Ma'am..... But... May I ask what your name is?

Now it was the girl's turn to blush. She nervously lost her neck and said modestly.

- Oh, of course.... My name is Luisa.....

Not knowing what came over you, you smiled and said.

-Oh, what a wonderful name for such a beautiful girl like you.

Luisa blushed even more and looked away. Oh, how beautiful she is.....

You just sat there in silence until Luisa decided to start talking again. You talked and talked and talked until the evening. You've been talking about books all the time. Any sensible girl would have just left at that moment, but Luisa sat and looked at you more than without turning your tirade about some boring scientific book.

- And that's why this book....

You didn't have time to finish when suddenly you were quickly kissed on the cheek and blushed deeply and looked at Luisa, who was also sitting all red and turned her head away from you.

So you both sat for a couple of minutes until she decided to turn to you and face you and ask something, when suddenly she was interrupted by someone shouting the girl's name. You both looked into the distance and saw someone figure. Luisa fussed and got up to leave, but before she left, she turned around, squeezed your cheeks and kissed you on the lips. You blushed deeply again and she ran away, throwing a phrase at you.

-Will I see you tomorrow ?

You just sat there in a daze until you realized what she said and then shouted loudly.

- A-absolutely, absolutely!!!!

She just turned around and a happy smile was visible on her face.

After she left, you fell on the grass and looked at the starry sky.

- Absolutely.... You whispered.