Coruja⁴

You sometimes just need fluff and not smut.

Everything around you just seems to go wrong, and you can't control it. You feel useless, clumsy, or you hate yourself.

Then it's at night when you decide to open Tumblr and search for that character, and you're reading fluff, obscenity, or angst. Anything that comforts you, and ends up working, making you smile or blush.

But as soon as you finish the fic, you close the app or turn off your screen... You feel an emptiness, that mixture of anguish and bitterness because you know you'll never actually experience one of those scenarios. You'll never have that character telling you how much they love you or hugging you.

And the night ends in tears and a pain in the chest because, even though it's not real, it evokes feelings and emotions...

YALL

MY MAN IS BACK AND FINER RHAN EVER

We need fics on this

I pity Feyre Archeron.

And I hate how she was written, what the author failed to touch upon through her main character and I hate losing what could've been.

ᴅᴀɴᴄɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɢʜᴛ ꜱɪᴅᴇ - ʀɪᴅᴅʟᴇ, ᴊᴀᴍɪʟ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴇᴏɴᴀ x ꜰᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Where the boys deliver you a present or gift, only to discover too late you received a wrong package... and now you have an embarrasing, frilly princess gown.

RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS

At some point, you get used to receiving gifts from Riddle almost on a weekly basis. You cannot argue with him about this - you tried more than once, but it's not useful. He turns a deaf ear to it.

So, you eventually gave up, however not after a small agreement implying, among all, that everything he gives you will be repaid with the same coin; and the matter was settled, somehow.

So, the moment you see a new package in your room, you immediately know who sent this, and a smile crosses your face; not wide as the one that paints your eyes in bright colors as soon as you open it and see what's inside.

As always, you don't take a second to send a message to Riddle and inform him that yes, he hit the mark again, and the boy immediately senses from just the notification sound you are so happy you cannot contain yourself; no need to guess why, since this time he went the extra mile to make you a gift you will always remember.

So, at the beginning, he reads the message with his usual composure and a satisfied grin, and not that surprised; then, a second message comes.

"I am already trying it on and it already feels great!"

Trying it on? Feeling great??? Riddle reads the words without really understanding what you are talking about, the grin frozen in the confusion; what do you mean by trying a portrait on?

"Something is off" he mutters to himself, immediately standing up to leave his desk, forgetting his duties to reach you and find out what happened, before the realisation could hit him half way to your room. "Don't tell me... no, it cannot be..."

Your screams of joy can be heard miles away, though.

Riddle takes only some instants to reach you, even if it seems an eternity for him; and as soon as you open the door to him, time just stops.

"What the-"

You are literally immersed in a sea of sparkling fabric and laces. The bodice is a playground of pearls and the skirt is so large that every movement is a threat to furniture and your own stability, and the ribbons... they are uncountable and everywhere, even entangled in your hair. And you are dancing in it, as if you have never seen or had something more stunning. "RIDDLE YOU REALLY SURPASSED YOURSELF THIS TIME! AAAA I DON'T WANT TO TAKE IT OFF, I WILL SPEND MY LIFE IN IT-"

"..."

What the f**k is going on here

Riddle is too knocked out to reply, so he stares at you rolling around the room for a while, motionless, before regaining part of his composure and coming closer. "... You seem to like it really a lot..."

"Are you kidding? I love it! There would not be a better gift!"

And to think about what I paid for that portrait... Riddle sighs softly, then shakes the head and lets everything go. He has not the courage or the energy to tell you the truth - and it doesn't matter anymore, since you are so enamored of your wrong gift it would be a crime ruining the moment.

And finally, the smile returns in his face: seeing you so radiant is the real gift, and if you are happy, then there is nothing to worry about or to change.

But who in the world is now staring at your portrait in confusion?

JAMIL VIPER

Jamil is here with you when you open the package. Leaning against your room's door with a half grin on the face, ready for the greatest show to start.

You looked for that necklace everywhere and talked about it a million times, and he made his research as well to make you have it.

He knows you pretty well to say that when you wish for something, it's not a fleeting whim; you love that jewel with all yourself because it reminds you of something or someone, or maybe you simply like it so much you cannot stop sighing when you mention it. And so, since it's clear you will treasure it, you deserve to have that necklace.

Even more, if it's a gift from him, there is one more reason to love it.

It took time and effort, but in this game he was the winner, so now your precious necklace is ready to meet you, and he's going to enjoy every expression you make as soon as your hands touch it.

"You need to stop spoiling me like this, Jamil..." you whisper, unaware of what is going to happen, already red all over your face and smiling, while opening the package. You pretend to act indignant when he sticks his tongue out to you, then, finally, the heavy cardboard gives in to your fingers, and...

Oh no. No no no.

It cannot be. It cannot.

Jamil loses all the color on his face, and his eyes widen in shock and barely contained anger when he sees what lies in front of you. And no, the necklace didn't arrive broken or with missing parts...

... It didn't arrive at all.

With bathed breath, your hands close on the white fabric of a... dress? Yes, a dress, all covered in glitter and with such a lot of lace to seem a big, fluffy cloud descended on the ground. And he cannot even stop you, since he has no energy to talk or move at all.

Someone will pay. Oh, they will pay, he will make sure of it.

"Jamil..."

"Gah- Y/N, listen, I didn't want this to ha-"

"I NEED YOUR HELP, I WANT TO WEAR IT RIGHT NOW!!"

"... Y/N?"

You don't listen to him, too busy twirling with the dress pressed against your chest, waving the skirt with a hand as if you were dancing and laughing hard. Then, you jump at his neck, hugging him tightly. "WHERE DID YOU FIND IT? IT'S WONDERFUL! THANK YOU, THANK YOUUU! YOU ARE ALWAYS THE BEST!"

If possible, Jamil is even more speechless now, and his gaze flies to your face to that frilly stupid thing and back, without really knowing what to think, to not mention what to do. Impossible... right?

"... It's not the gift I bought you, though. Your gift was the necklace you wanted for months."

You stop, staring at him in silence; then smile, before hugging him again. "I don't care. It doesn't matter."

"It matters." Jamil doesn't reciprocate the hug, too bittered to melt in your arms as he usually does, and his words are even harsher. "It matters to me. I wanted it to be perfect... you deserved that necklace."

You chuckle, then take his face into your hands and stroke his cheeks tenderly, stopping his rumbling with a soft kiss on the lips. "If you wish for me the best, then I already have it, Jamil. You are the gift I want into my life, you; and I don't care if they swapped packages and now someone else has my necklace, because I don't want to lose my smile for something so trivial when the real gem is here in my arms; so don't lose yours. And now... now help me for real, or I will end tearing the lace apart..."

Jamil takes a deep breath, then his lips curve upward just slightly. But it's a start. "... You are really something, Y/N..."

"Don't start being too sentimental now" you laugh again among a second kiss and another, already discarding your clothes to try the white cloud on; you run to put them on the bed, where the package still is, and...

"... Jamil?" Not being able to hold your laughter back, you sink a hand into the cardboard... and when you retrieve it, a smaller package, clearly from a jewelry store, shines in the afternoon light and makes every word die. "... Do I have to guess what's inside, you Dramatic One?"

"... No. But guess who is leaving now though-"

"STOP RIGHT THERE! I CANNOT WEAR THIS GOWN ALONE!"

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR

"... Careful there, herbivore, your panties are showing."

Leona casually opens the door to your room to see you twirl in... what the heck is that? A huge cream puff? ...

Okay, you two are dating for months by now, and he already knows you are... peculiar in your dress' choices, but this is a bit too much. And is it not too early for Carnival celebrations?

"LEONAAAA!" you scream in joy as soon as you notice him, stopping the dance and running - and tripping on the skirt's edge, and falling - towards him, jumping on his neck and kissing his mouth, "thank you for the gift! I am in love with it!"

"Jeez... you are welcome; but don't say stupid things like that anymore, I am not in the mood to fight a dress for your heart..."

You laugh against his chest, then stop when Leona tugs without any kindness at the laces of the dress and rumbles in dislike, cringing at how many decorations they put on the fabric. It feels like a nightmare coming true, what a horror. "... Come on, take this sort of stupid chandelier off and show me how you look in the dress I bought you."

"Uh?"

"Uh what?"

You point at the bodice of the "chandelier" in confusion. "... This. This is what you sent me as a gift. Or at least, this is what I have found in the package."

"You must be kidding me. Take the real dress out, brat, or I will do it myself."

The situation starts becoming so comical you cannot help but laugh and laugh as Leona angrily walks towards your wardrobe and makes a mess of your entire room, looking everywhere for the dress he says to have bought for you, certain you hid it somewhere to make fun of him.

The thought that they could have swapped packages or another accident occured and now you have that thing is banned from his mind. No, it simply cannot be, Leona cannot accept this...

By the time he stops, you are in tears and your belly aches for the hard laughing, the room seems to have been visited by a tornado, and there is no sign of the real dress. Of course.

And all this shit is too much to bear. "... Take it off, herbivore. Now."

You cross your arms on the chest and grin. "And if I say nooo?"

His tail wags behind him, a clear warning to stop the joke. "That monstruosity must be out of my watch in ten seconds, and I am being merciful here."

You open the door, a foot on the threshold already. "What about me wearing it all life instead-"