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sinning-23 · 15 days

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Hot Tatted Uncle Pt.2 (Uncle!SukunaAu x Teacher!Reader)

Thanks so much for the love and support on pt.1 you guys are the besttt lol, honestly might be a 3 parter we'll see! ANyway, enjoy :0

Also pleaseee excuse any spelling errors yall

Link to Pt.1

PART THREE HERE!!!

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You stared at the text message, throat tight with excitement but dread. It had been a few months since the last incident with Yuji and his Uncle. The roguish male often picked up the young boy, tagging along with Yuji’s father. You’d usually just give Jin a rundown of his son’s day, ever so often catching Sukuna’s gaze as he leaned against the door frame. And every time it happened, you’d choke, clearing your throat and focusing your attention on Yuji and his father.

It didn’t help that he was always texting you, asking his his nephew was behaving. Even though it was cordial and polite, you still felt giddy getting texts from him.

This comes to the next point, why you’re sitting here practically gawking over the most recent message request from Yuji’s father.

-YOU HAVE A NEW MESSAGE:

Hello Miss Y/n! Do you babysit? I know Yuji loves having you as a teacher and I was wondering if you’d be interested in babysitting for him along with his Uncle while me and my wife go on vacation. Of course, you will be paid as well.

-Jin Itadori @ 6:28pm-

You wait to open it, pacing for a moment, thinking, first of all if you were available for the weekend and second, why couldn’t his uncle handle it?!

Well, given the man’s track record maybe an experienced hand in childcare could be useful. With a heavy sigh, you respond and you'd have to quickly come to terms with the fact that you would be essentially babysitting over 2 days with your students' hot uncle.

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It's Friday now, and arrangements for you to simply drive Yuji back home and meet up there with his uncle were already in place. You were trusted with a spare house key, and their precious baby boy, who so seemed to be happier than a fly on shit that you would be spending even MORE time with him.

You gather your things and a few activities to pass the time, loading them into your car. Yuji insists on helping, carrying a small container of building blocks with his chubby hands. And god damn does he not stop talking while he does. It's adorable really, whatever comes off the top of the boy's head simply flying free.

"My-My uh uncle, he doesn’t have no girlfriend." He speaks, the statement making you choke.

"Ahaha is that so? He tells you to say that?" You joke, setting the pink-haired toddler in his car seat, and buckling him in with ease.

"MHM! My uh-" He coughs, quickly covering it with his elbow as you give a small 'good job' seeing as he's learning to keep his germs away from everyone, including you.

"My Uncle says uh he says that you got pretty eyes." He explains, your heart fluttering.

You sit in the driver seat finally, the boy still rambling on and on about what his uncle thinks about you. Though all you can do is respond with a simple, "Oh that's very kind, or a awee", Yuji is nonstop.

It’s quiet for a moment and as you’re pulling into the driveway when he says it, clear as day.

"Uncle says your ass is fat too."

You slam the brakes, the car jerking a bit when you do. What. The. FUCK-

The culprit is already awaiting you, arms folded over his chest as they flex. He’s got a white tank top on and a pair of black basketball shorts paired with slides and ankle socks.

Yuji squirms, growing ever more excited as Sukuna takes him out of the car seat and lightly jabs his knuckles to the boy's sides with a 'Rahhhh', as if he were some kind of tickle monster. Yuji of course laughs and if ALMOST makes you forget about what he'd just said a moment ago.

"Wanna help Miss Y/n put this inside?" Sukuna asks the small boy, handing him the block container from before. Yuji is quick to nod and scurry to the front door.

"I can bring the rest of this, Jin gave you the housekey right?" He asks, leaning against the frame of the car, your neck snapping towards him as you swallow thickly. Fuck you can see even more of the tats now in that shirt.

"U-Uhm yes, yes. I'll go get the door. I can get some of this too I-" You speak, fumbling to find the key. He only puts his hand up and shakes his head, the silver chain around his swishing a bit.

"Nah I gotchu. Yuji knows how to turn the TV on so he can watch his lil show for a bit.”

Sure enough, the minute you unlock the door, Yuji crawls atop the couch, using the remote to try his best to navigate. It takes a while, and he mispresses a few buttons but after about 5 minutes he manages to play something entertaining for him.

Sukuna had finished bringing your bags in as well as the one with activities in it, setting it on the stairs. He rolls his shoulder, pointing at Yuji who was immersed in the show.

"See." Sukuna hums, leaning against the countertop next to you, also skimming over the note. His body heat is practically radiating off of him, just standing by him is warming you up.

You nod in response, looking over the brief note Jin left for you both and according to what it said, your next step was to head up some leftovers for Yuji and then run him a bath.

"There’s two bathrooms so I can get the boy.” He offers, resting his hand behind his neck as you give a nervous laugh. FUCK this nervousness was most likely only on you. There’s no way he could be just as filled with anticipation as you were?!

You take the offer, giving a small thank you before fishing the shower and taking one considering you did just get off of work. Packed away in your bag was a set of comfortable clothes and a book with you figured would help pass the time once Yuji went to sleep.

You could hear footsteps and Yuji fussing back and forth with his Uncle.

“Hush man you’re making me look bad.” Sukuna groans, throwing the toddler over his shoulder as he giggles but continues to thrash, pounding tiny fists against the older male's back.

“No! NO BATH! I don’t wanna!” Yuji whines, his Uncle only growling in response.

“I’ll give you candy if you stop.”

And just like that it was quiet.

-8:30pm-

The night had gone smoother than you thought, you and Sukuna both interacting with Yuji as it’s beginning to be time to wind down. His eyes were beginning to get heavy and before you knew it he was slumped against the couch, clutching an unfinished sucker in one hand and a white puppy plush in the other. You smile, scooping him up and patting him when he stirs.

“Be right back, let me tuck him in.” You whisper, seeing Sukuna look up from his phone and nod, one arm slung over the sofa while he practically manspreads

-9:00pm-

Turns out, Yuji took a bit longer to fall asleep when he realized he was being put down and so you had to sit and pat him for an extra 30 minutes. And once you returned to the living room, there was Sukuna, still scrolling. Well, that was until you came in.

“Sorry, he wouldn’t go back to sleep.” You explain, sitting at the farthest end from him, picking up your book in the silence.

“So you like working up there? At the school?” He asks, putting his phone down to hold the conversation with you.

It takes you by surprise for a second but you are quickly to respond.

“Well yeah, I love the kids and I love working there and teaching them things. Yuji is a sweetheart and it’s definitely kids like him that make it all worth it.” You explain, a smile making its way to your lips.

“You got kids?” He asks, eyes on your frame as you laugh a bit in response

“Nah, don’t really plan on it right now either. Kids are difficult.” You answer, now facing him a bit more, body relaxed.

What was there to be so scared of?! He’s a chill guy who just so happened to be hot as fuck asking you about your career and life?!

“How about you? Kids? Working?” You flip, seeing him shift a bit uncomfortably.

“Hell nah. I see how Jin deals with Yuji and I’m not really cut you to be a dad. And for work well, I’m a priest.” He states, smirking at the surprised look on your face.

“R-Really??” You question definitely surprised.

“Nah I’m just fucking with you.” He laughs and you do the same, trying to keep your volume down since Yuji did just fall asleep.

-11:08pm-

It was crazy to believe you’d spent about two hours just talking back and forth, with him about his past, his brother, and his nephew. You about your own life and current living situations. Somehow the conversation took…a turn.

“Y’know, it’s funny because Yuji keeps telling me about these things you say and I think it’s so funny. Like he’s tone little wingman.” You laugh, seeing him grin right back at you.

“Yeah like what?” He asks, more teasing than anything.

“Well he said that you said I have pretty eyes and on the way here he goes, ‘uncle says your ass is fat’” you explain with a laugh that he doesn't return.

Instead you see his lip tuck between his teeth after he licks them.

“I did say that.”

Suddenly the room is hot, and you’re very aware of how sharp his canaines look in that stupid grin. How his hand is grinning the back of the couch cushion. And for some goddamn reason you just had to look down, that fucking print so visible against his inner thigh.

Your breath falters, eyes wide and you swallow back any doubt. So he had said all that stuff and it want just Yuji repeating something or just talking.

“I-Well I…Thank you? I-I mean I’d be lying if I said hadn’t looked at you too.” You admit, his body shifting to face you more, almost caging you in on the couch.

“I figured. Every time I come to pick up you can’t seems to form a sentence correctly .” He notes.

“Suku-“

“Ryo.” He corrects. Lifting the strap of your nightshirt over your shoulder, playing with the fabric for a moment.

“Ryo.” You test, hearing his exhale heavily.

“Let’s stop pretending there’s nothing happing and has been happening here. No rule against fooling around with me is there?” Sukuna tests, his hand trailing up to rest no on your neck, his thumb pulling your lower lip down.

“No.”

And with that your make the hood move to connect your lips, his arms immediately going to lift you up ans set you against his lap.

Damn does that bulge feel to much better resting between your legs than just looking at it.

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Authors note: OKAY YEHA ITs gonna be a 3 parter with smut in the next one I cant resist lol yall know smut is my specialty! LMK if you wanna be added to the taglist shawty!

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planetxiao · 2 years

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# THE WORLD IN MY HANDS.

꠵ PAIRINGS; gorou ; kazuha ; venti ; xiao ; childe ; heizou x reader

꠵ SYNOPSIS; telling the genshin boys you can hold the whole world in your hands and then cupping their face.

꠵ GENRE; fluff, headcanons.

꠵ NOTES; get it? cause they’re your whole world ahaha bites lip B) i got this idea lowkey from a random ask from milo LMAO so thank you milo hehe

# GOROU

At first he merely blinked, the words not quite fully processing in his brain. But once your hands caressed his face and he saw the amorous twinkle in your eyes as you looked at him, he blushed.

“You’re my entire world, Gorou.” You had whispered, your lips tugging upward in the most tantalizing smile. Gorou’s heart pounded against his ribcage. He felt his brain short-circuit; you were trying to kill him weren’t you?

Gorou’s tail started unconsciously wagging, making you giggle. He was just so cute, you couldn’t help it! You were quick to leave a kiss on the tip of his nose, causing his blush deepened. Once he calmed down, he swore he would find a way to convey just how much you mean to him too.

# KAZUHA

Kazuha had understood what you meant rather quickly, as soon as your hands cradled his face. Kazuha’s expression melted into bliss, more so than it already was set in. He found your gesture beyond sweet.

He heard the words you uttered softly, about him being your whole world, and he couldn’t help the way his cheeks reddened. He pressed a light kiss to the palm of your hand and leaned further into your touch.

Kazuha placed his hands upon your cheeks, returning your loving gaze with fervor, “And you are mine, my love.” And then you were the blushing mess.

# VENTI

It took a second to register in his head how your words connected to your actions. Though, once he realized it, you didn’t even have a chance to utter your sentiment. He knew exactly what you meant.

“Aww, am I your world? Is that what this is?” He giggled, though there was a slight pink tint rising on his cheeks. His hands rested over yours as he gave you a closed eyed smile.

Venti could feel the way butterflies had filled his stomach. His little Windblume said the sweetest things, he thought. And truthfully, he felt the same.

# XIAO

Xiao was confused to say the least. No one can hold the entire world in their hands, albeit maybe a god. It had to be some sort of joke.

But then, your hands cupped his face and took him by surprise. His eyes widened and he froze in place. Unmoving, his amber orbs scanned your face for any indication of what was going on. But the way you held his face, mixed with the enamored tint of your irises, made Xiao’s cheeks turn red.

You smiled and told him he was your world, making his breath hitch in his throat. Your words had such an effect on him, and hearing them made his heartbeat quicken. After a couple seconds, Xiao hesitantly tore his eyes away from yours to look at something— anything else. Just something that would calm his racing heart enough to function normally. Mortals and their weird sayings, hmph.

# CHILDE

Childe didn’t know where your question was heading, but he had a feeling you were scheming something. Of course, he played along with a wiggle of amusement in his brows.

However, he hadn’t predicted your next move. When you cradled his face, he quirked his head slightly. And then after a couple seconds, it clicked. Oh.

“You can be quite the smooth talker, huh?” Childe chuckled in an ill attempt to hide how flustered he was. In the back of his mind, Childe was already scheming how to get you back. He had been out-flirted, and he wouldn’t be out-flirted again.

# HEIZOU

You had only managed to utter the first part of the pick-up line before Heizou had jumped at the opportunity. He was quite the sweet talker himself, so he knew exactly where this was going.

“I can, too. Look,” He said, quickly cupping your cheeks. Heizou chuckled at the pout forming on your face, upset that you didn’t get to say it first. “Hey!” You huffed.

Heizou couldn’t help the urge he had to kiss you, especially when your lips were drawn together in the cutest pout. He gave in, pecking your lips before saying, “I’m sorry my love, but it’s true. You are my entire world.”

꠵ TAGLIST; @sonder-paradise @snowbits @kodzukoi (bc i think you’ll like these teehee)

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #gorou x reader #kazuha x reader #heizou x reader #venti x reader #xiao x reader #childe x reader

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kkami-writes · 10 months

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waiting for us ― chapter nine. avoidance cw: semi non-graphic domestic abuse, implied/referenced self-harm (although both are brief, please don't trigger yourself! I'll include a tl;dr at the end so you know what happened.) ↝ wc: 1.2k previous | masterlist | next waiting for us taglist. (29/50) @abbiestearsricochet @sanriiolino @boo-ven9eance @melleus @lenilla15 @adorawritesalot @inlovewithallmusic @soulphoenix1618 @alnex05 @borahae-reads @zonked-times @httphans @yoonrimin @sunoosult @slay-and-gay @itz-not-me-guys @jihanniee @berrybearbear @lovelixie @katsukis1wife @aksoace @realrintaro @0325tiny @adestayskz @minhwa @littleaprilcherryblossom @soobery @luvvvash @lillithathecat @ilychee08 @everglowdaisies @boi-bi-ahaha @yandere-stories

You hated that you enjoyed your time with Jeongin, that you had felt comfortable and safe in his presence. You had to remind yourself several times that you couldn’t get too close, too attached because it was gonna hurt when you inevitably had to leave.

Yet here you were, letting him walk you towards the parking lot, trying not to get lost in his dimples that threaten to suck you in. You could tell that you were already so screwed. His voice breaks you out of your never ending cycle of thoughts.

“Noona, have you found your soulmate?” You tense up at the question, an unpleasant shiver going down your spine.

“Oh. No, um. I’m a blank,” It’s the same lie you tell everyone, so why does your chest suddenly ache as the words leave your mouth? You know why but it’s something you refuse to admit.

Jeongin frowns at your words. He doesn’t want to think you’re a liar of course, you must have your reasons for not telling the truth. But he knows it’s a lie. Even if you weren’t their soulmate (something he didn’t want to think about), you definitely had one. Fate would be too cruel to deny someone as beautiful as you, your other half. Jeongin wishes it was him. He so badly wants you to be his soulmate, their soulmate. More than anything.

He goes to open his mouth to say something but a loud shout of your name stops him and both of you turn towards the sound. You flinch, your blood running cold as you watch your brother walk up to you. He looks calm but you can see the anger in his eyes. You had planned to ditch Jeongin closer to the parking lot so your brother didn’t see you with someone, it seems though you had been late, leaving the man impatient.

You wished he had just made good on his threat to just leave you there, to walk a half hour to get back home instead.

“Mio, I’ve been waiting,”

“S-sorry. I was just um. Sorry, let’s go. See you later Jeongin,” You don’t even look back at Jeongin, walking straight forward and even leaving your brother behind, all too eager to get out of this uncomfortable situation.

He glances at Jeongin, nodding his head in acknowledgment before leaving without a word. Jeongin blinks, processing the confusing interaction for a second. He realizes that he didn’t even get a chance to say goodbye to you, instead watching as you get smaller and smaller, ignoring the empty feeling he gets in his chest.

The car ride home is deadly silent, your brother not having said a single word since he slipped into the driver's seat. It fills you with relief that he doesn’t ask, but you know that it’s not a good thing that he hasn’t said a word, knuckles turning almost white from how hard he’s gripping at the steering wheel.

When you arrive home you hope that he’ll continue to ignore you but he grips onto your wrist before you can run away. His fingers bruising your skin easily as he holds you in place, glaring down at you.

“who the fuck was that huh?”

“no one. he’s just my lab partner— we were going over homework,”

“doesn’t explain why he was with you still,”

“He was just being nice, walking me to the parking lot,”

“You two looked awfully cozy. Is that why you were late? Too busy being a whore?”

You’re silent, gritting your teeth but your brother doesn’t take your silence well as he strikes you across the face. You barely make a sound, all too used to this.

“Whatever. Stay away from him, got it? I better not catch you with any boys anymore,”

With that, the conversation is over as he throws your hand down and stomps off to wherever it is he goes when he’s pissed at you.

In silence you make your way to your room, throwing your bag down onto your bed in pure frustration, slamming the door behind you before sliding down it. You’re gripping at your hair, feeling your body go numb from the pain of trying to hold everything in, but from meeting three of your soulmates recently and now this— it’s all too overwhelming. The stinging pain from your cheek slowly dissipates but you know there’s gonna be a small bruise at least.

You come up to dig through your bag until you find what you’re looking for, a small pocket knife you keep on you at all times. For now, you’d have to cope in the only way you know how to.

You’re glad to not have bio again until friday, being able to avoid Jeongin easily with how big campus was. But of course, fate loves to fuck with you which is why you’re somehow not surprised that you come face to face with him at the coffee cart for your daily fix of caffeine. He waves over at you with a smile but you duck and move to go the other way, coffee not worth having to talk to him right now.

Jeongin frowns, a brief pang hitting his heart as you blatantly ignore him. He knows he shouldn’t run after you but he can’t help it, finding his feet chasing after you before he can stop them.

He’s calling out for you but you continue to pretend not to hear him, hating the fact that he’s making a scene. Of course, with his long legs he catches up to you in no time, reaching out for you as he grasps at your forearm.

You flinch, his hands wrapped around your new wounds and you all but yank your arm out of his grip, clutching it to your chest, face scrunched up in mild pain. He frowns at your reaction and before he knows it, he’s grabbing at your hand again, this time rolling up your sleeve.

Jeongin’s heart shatters as he sees the all too familiar scars littered on the inside of your wrists. A few of them are fresh, just barely scabbing over and red.

When he looks up at you with a sad look you’re still in a state of shock at what had just occurred. You snap out of it and pull your hand away again, though this time you’re furious and completely baffled by his audacity.

You turn again to walk away and thankfully Jeongin doesn’t pull you back but he still follows after you.

“Mio please, talk to me. What happened?”

You’re still feeling entirely too much, it’s all too overwhelming so it’s not really all that surprising to you that you snap. “Just go away! Who do you think you are? You don’t know me and I don’t know you. We’re just fucking lab partners Jeongin. Don’t act like we’re all suddenly buddy-buddy, ok? Just leave me the hell alone,”

You yell, probably a lot louder than you should have but it gets the point across and this time Jeongin lets you leave. He watches you walk away for the second time in two days, his heart a jumbled mess and his eyes glossy with unshed tears.

TL;DR !! YN's brother catches her with Jeongin. Once home, he slaps her across the face and warns her to stay away from him and boys in general. YN's feeling overwhelmed by everything and SH's as her only way to cope. She sees Jeongin the next day but she tries to avoid him only for him to grab onto her. She flinches, which he notices and pulls up her sleeves to see her recent SH scars. YN gets mad and yells at him before leaving.

#stray kids #stray kids x reader #stray kids social media au #stray kids smau #skz x reader #skz social media au #skz smau #stray kids angst #stray kids fanfic #stray kids fluff #stray kids imagines #stray kids scenarios #stray kids reactions

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lovelynim · 2 months

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Play a player

Honkai: Star Rail - Dr. Ratio x Aventurine

A/N: Do I know how to play snooker? Not at all, but the idea of them making out messing around on top of one was living rent free in my head, so have this

Summary: Aventurine wants to keep partying, but Ratio wants him to call it a day and get some rest. So why not solving this matter over a game?

Word count: 1319 words

“Won’t you fancy me a game, Ratio?” Aventurine grinned, lowering his head to let his glasses slide down his nose. “If you win, I’ll listen to whatever you say.”

“You’re drunk, Aventurine,” dr. Ratio snapped back coldly, closing his eyes while letting out an unamused sight, “and I recall telling you that your gambling games do not entertain me. I’m not going to discuss a matter of work over luc-”

“And who is talking about luck?” Aventurine smiled, emptying the glass he had in hands before putting it down. The blonde quickly sprung back up to his feet and used his thumb to point to their side, showing dr. Ratio his suggestion.

A snooker table.

Ratio frowned, his eyes shooting daggers in the blonde’s direction. “Do you even take me seriously?”

“Not in the slightest,” Aventurine chuckled, but regretted his words shortly once he noticed the way the professor looked at him. “Re~lax~, hahah, I was just kidding. Of course I take you seriously, Ratio, more than anyone in the ICP!”

Aventurine walked over, standing just a few steps away from Ratio - enough so he wouldn’t have to look up to meet his eyes. “And that’s why I’m suggesting a game that takes no luck, just skill. If I were to bet in this match, I’d put all my coins on you,” Aventurine grinned, eager for the other man’s answer.

Aventurine was unreasonable, Ratio thought, but he was an essential part to achieve good results in the meeting they had the next morning - that, of course, if he could make it without getting wasted. If beating him in something as simple as a snooker game was all it would take to get the blonde to comply, then Ratio could afford playing along his shenanigans for a while. For the greater good, surely.

“It’s acceptable, I suppose,” Ratio sighed, looking at Aventurine - who was already near the game table - over his shoulder. “One game, understood?”

“Perfectly, Ratio.”

The scholar sighed again, heading over the game’s table and picking one of the shafts that didn’t look too damaged. Once settling with one that looked able to do the job, Ratio turned over to the table, watching as Aventurine organized the balls inside the triangle.

“If looks could kill, Ratio,” the gambler mumbled, lifting his eyes to look at the other man while he leaned over the table, stretching his left arm forward and aiming carelessly, “I suppose I’d already be a victim of yours.”

Strike.

With a swift, firm movement, Aventurine sent all the balls rolling around the table. A loud, sharp sound came from them whenever two happened to bump into each other. Ratio looked down to the table, holding the shaft with his arms crossed.

He wasn’t impressed. Aventurine sighed.

“Could you at least pretend to have fun? We are playing together after a rough day of work,” the gambler whined, walking around before leaning over the table again. He looked at Ratio over his shoulder and, still, no reaction from the other man.

Strike.

Again, the hit sent one ball into the other, making them roll around the table. It wasn’t clear if this was just Aventurine’s luck or the experience he gained in these sort of games, but, for the second time, the gambler managed to score a point by sending another ball down the hole.

He couldn’t help but smirk at the positive outcome, granting himself another turn. Just a couple more and he would be able to beat Ratio in a game - and maybe get to hang out with him some more.

“Ahaha, isn’t luck on my side today?”

Ratio, however, kept the serious facade. Ugh, was he really taking this game seriously? Was all in his mind their goddamn work?

“Sigh, whatever. I will get us plenty of time to talk once I win,” Aventurine teased, standing in front of the scholar before bending over the table again. “Is this all because you can’t even nag at me? Just because I’m winning?”

With his eyes back on his target, Aventurine got the shaft in place. He wasn’t smart like his colleague to calculate the trajectory of each ball, but he had played snooker enough times to know a move or two.

Still, even if he had played this game a 1000 times, he wouldn’t be able to predict something like that happening.

“You sure let your mouth run loose from time to time, don’t you?” Ratio whispered, seemingly angry, as he leaned on top of Aventurine. The weight of his body kept Aventurine trapped against the table while Ratio’s hands firmly pinned the gambler’s arms as well. “Even though this attention-seeking behavior fits your persona, it can be quite… irritating sometimes. Ever considered this?”

Aventurine felt a shiver running down his spine. He wasn’t a shy person, but being held like this out in the public felt so… vulgar, even for him. How interesting.

“Ahah, Ratio, that’s not the kind of shaft we use to play snooker,” Aventurine chuckled, trying to peek at the other man. He could feel how Ratio shook his head in disapproval, but could also hear a small huffed laughter coming from his lips. “If you want to engage in this sort of activity, we could get ahahah roohohom- w-whahat?!”

Ratio didn’t fancy him an answer. Instead, he began to move his free hand on Aventurine’s exposed, outstretched side, spidering his fingers from the spot just above his waist to the top of his ribcage. “Weren’t you in the middle of another suggestion? Go on,” Ratio hummed, making Aventurine try to scrunch up his shoulders to protect his ear.

“W-why ahahare you tihihickling me?” Aventurine giggled, pressing his body against the table as if it would help him escape. “This is cheheating, Ratio!”

“Is it? You didn’t state a rule that forbade me from disturbing your turn, did you?” Ratio explained matter-of-factly, casually poking the spots between each of the other guy’s ribs, making him let out a whine-y laughter. “Aren’t you going to play? It’s your turn.”

Aeons he was such a jerk, Aventurine thought. I mean, of course he wasn’t crazy enough to voice something like that out loud - especially when Ratio’s “just messing around” tickled enough to make him want to crawl up the walls.

“I- agh, nohoh! Rahahatio, stahahap!!” Aventurine felt like his knees would give in at any second. He tried pulling the shaft back, hoping it would somehow hit Ratio and push him away, but it only made the scholar tickle him more thoroughly, leaving no spot - from his waist to his underarms - untickled.

If Aventurine was out to play a game, Ratio was there to play the player.

And amidst laughter, insults and complaints, Aventurine desperately shoved the shaft forward. The only thing he could take for granted was the fact that it did hit something.

“Your aim couldn’t be any more terrible, could it?” Ratio mumbled close to his ear before slowly back away, letting Aventurine’s body go limp on top of the table. “Now get out, it’s my turn.”

“Damn, Ratio, you play dirty…” the blonde complained, as if he didn’t think that the sudden tickling only made the game more interesting.

Ratio remained silent, but there was a cocky smirk on his lips - and that didn’t go unnoticed. With a sharp strike, Ratio sent the balls rolling and Aventurine could already spot at least one of them going down the hole.

“Again, I don’t remember that ‘adding a little handicap’ was against the rules,” Ratio mused, starting to circle around the table. “You were the one to decide that we should settle this matter over a game. If anything, you played yourself, dear gambler.”

That man…

Aventurine laughed out loudly, taking off his glasses. “You never fail to amaze me, Ratio,” he smiled with a spark in his eyes, “now let’s keep playing. The game is far from over…”

#honkai star rail #honkai star rail tickling #dr ratio #aventurine #dr ratio x aventurine #aventio #ratiorine #lee!aventurine #ticklish!aventurine #ler!dr ratio #tickle fic

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calcifiedunderland · 9 months

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Mirror, Mirror, Speak to Me~

or, Encounters of a Disney-aware Prefect ft. Vil Schoenheit

Part 1 (here), Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Hiii this is my first fic in a while, hope you like it I’m totally not nervous ahaha

SFW, no warnings. Please enjoy~

Reader is Prefect/Yuu, uses they/them pronouns.

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This was the fourth time today that Vil had to remind himself to relax his brow, before he got wrinkles.

First, he woke up and saw a brand new, bright red dot in the very middle of his forehead, undoubtedly thanks to stressing out over meeting you today. After he heaped on concealer and foundation to cover the nasty thing, his new heels he’d just bought snapped off just as he was about to leave the dorm. Third, while he was trying to put on a new pair of heels, some graceless first year slammed into him. They only spilled their alchemy potion homework over his carefully picked outfit that you would’ve undoubtedly complimented him, and also faceplanted his makeup all over the wall.

And now there was a smear of his carefully-applied makeup on the wall, his nose hurt, and his ego was about to shatter.

And fourth, but worst of all, he now had to stand you up because of some impromptu dorm head meeting. You, who had to deal with him and his antics during VDC. And his stupid jealousy of Neige. And his training regimen for the crew. And not to mention his overblot-

The two of you couldn’t pass a day without arguing in your dusty Ramshackle living room. Even still, it felt like aeons ago when he was nagging you about something-or-other, and you were yelling back. You were infuriating, but somehow it was nice to finally meet someone who didn’t see Vil Schoenheit the actor, world-class supermodel, and housewarden for Pomefiore. Someone who challenged him despite his authority and skill, someone who questioned him. Somehow, you pushed him to be better than he was already, but only after his overblot did he realize what you’d done for him.

And somewhere along the way, he started liking your presence, after you two warmed up to each other. Little things, like asking for your help in film club, to managing Epel, brought you closer. Until it finally came to taking you on a day-trip to his father’s movie set in the Shaftlands on a not-date date. Taking you out was the least he could do. He was taking you out to show you how film-making is done. And after he’d take you shopping. And maybe you’d notice the nice shade of red lipstick he’d bought and his eyeshadow to make his eyes pop and you’ll compliment him and you’ll tell him the things he wanted to hear from you oh-so badly—

He pinched the bridge of his nose, just as Epel poked his head into his room, dressed in his Spelldrive gear.

“Hey Vil, Rook wanted me to get you for the dorm meeting.” Vil stood and walked with him, meeting Rook at the hall of mirrors. His vice housewarden smiled at him.

“Bonjour mon roi, I see you’re as elegant as ever!” Vil’s brow twitched as Rook smiled innocently at him, reading him immediately. “Shall we head off? Afterwards, you can meet sa tricksteur for your little get-together.”

“Ya mean f’r his date?” Epel’s eyes widened as Vil glared at him, “I’m merely showing the prefect how film-producing is done. Besides, I haven’t seen my father since winter break, and unless you want to help me direct and edit the next movie in the Film Club-“

“You needn’t take the prefect all the way to the Shaftlands just to teach them about movie-making,” Rook pointed out, “you could just teach them. And isn’t your father’s set very close to some shopping centers you mentioned you wanted to take them to?”

Rook’s eyes narrowed and he smiled deviously. “You’re wearing your Tenebrés heels from monsieur mastermind and the lipstick the trickster said they liked on you. Not to mention, your pupils widened when you mentioned them.” Rook leaned in, grin widening. “Is visiting your father all you will be doing? ”

Epel smirked at Vil’s blank expression, adding “‘n when did they start bein’ prefect an’ not potato?”

Vil’s face felt hot. “Let’s go, Rook.”

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Vil’s going to be late.

You frowned at your phone, staring at the message.

Good morning (y/n), the headmaster called for a quick housewarden meeting. It shouldn’t take too long, I sincelerelt apologize for the delay. I’ll be there soon.

-V.S.

You sighed and pushed open the doors of to the Mirror Chamber. You’d agreed to meet Vil here and take the Mirror to the Shaftlands after getting permission from Crowley, but you didn’t even see the message until now. And now you had time to kill until Vil arrived.

The Mirror Chamber looked strange while it was empty. The room was lit by the ever-burning green flame torches, but it still looked ominous. Probably thanks to the big-ass mirror with a face looming in front of you.

You looked at it. You vaguely remembered your life before NRC, barely a few months ago but still hazy to your memory. You remember crouching in front of a television, watching an animated movie with jaunty music play.

A black-haired girl in a blue and yellow dress singing to a well. A man with a feather in his cap, brandishing a dagger and a wooden box. A beautiful woman with a crown and a black cape sneering at her, then with a flourish of her robes marching to…

A mirror?

You frowned, plopping in front of the mirror. The dark voids of its ‘eyes’ stared emptily. She said something to the mirror. Mirrors can talk? What did she say to it?

Your head hurt as you remembered the dreams you had leading up to Vil’s overblot. That woman looked too much like the Fairest Queen. But that mirror can’t be the same.

What did she say to the mirror?

You thought for a long moment, then mumbled awkwardly “Mirror mirror on the wall, who is the fairest one of all?”

The Mirror loomed silently, not even regarding you. Well, you thought, the mirror isn’t really on a wall. It’s… floating?

Something about your wording still didn’t feel right. You shut your eyes and laid on the floor, trying to remember the Queen’s words.

Magic mirror on the wall, who is the fairest one of all?

That sounded right, but you’d have to reword it to be true. You thought for a moment, then spoke slowly, “Magic mirror in front of me, who would the fairest of them all be?”

The Mirror remained silent, and you laughed to yourself, “of course the mirror wouldn’t talk, it was just some drea-“

“Eyes bright as the starry sky,” the Mirror intoned,

“Heart kind as the mountain tall.

Mind broad as the clouds are high,

Thou, (y/n), are fairest of them all.”

Congrats, Mirror. You broke the (y/n).

How the fuck did you get the mirror to speak to you? You thought it only spoke to the headmaster that was just a stupid rhyme from my dream why did that-

Your mouth felt dry. Why did that work?

You stared at the Mirror. Now it’s void-like eyes seemed to look back at you and regard you. Not just a magicless prefect now, huh?

Was that just a dream? Was that just a movie you watched when you were younger? Five different dreams relating to Seven couldn’t be a coincidence. Why did it feel like you knew those stories? Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy???

Your mouth opened but before you could speak, your phone buzzed at your thigh. You flicked your screen and picked up the call, swallowing thickly and tried to act as if a Mirror didn’t call you fairest-of-them-all while you talked to the dude who overblotted over it.

“H-hey Vil, the meeting ended?”

Vil walked as fast as he could, heels clicking. “Yes, I’m heading to the Mirror Chamber,” he flicked open a compact mirror with his other hand, “have you been waiting long? I’m sorry.” Yes. His makeup stayed pristine.

“No, it’s fine. I’ll see you soon,” you hung up just as Vil swung the door open. You smiled at him. Was his makeup more on-point today?

“Ready to go?” He offered you his arm, which you took. “Yeah…” you regarded the mirror again. It stared blankly into the distance. Vil seemed to notice your stare, and he smiled sadly.

“You know, I think you’d like the Shaftlands,” he said softly, “where I grew up. The mountains where Jack and I used to play are beautiful. The sky is clear, and when the Aurora appears, it’s breathtaking. Jack and I used to cloud watch too,” he chuckled at the memory while you reeled from what the Mirror told you. Vil noted your arm tightening on his, and he patted you, “don’t be nervous. You’ll like it.”

That’s not why I’m nervous, you smiled at him, calming yourself. “I’m excited, don’t worry.”

With that, he turned to the Mirror and in a voice as authoritative as the Queen in your dream, said “Take us to the Shaftlands.”

The glass swirled and as you stepped into the cobblestoned streets of the Shaftlands, you pushed your encounter to the back of your mind. After all, your own Queen needed all your attention now. <3

Besides, what could some dusty old mirror know?

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Hi!! i hope this wasn’t too ooc, I had this idea for a while and the twst brain rot is real so I thought I’d write it. Likes and reblogs are appreciated, id love to know what you guys think 😄✨

I plan to do a pts 2 and 3 with rook and epel, stay tuned :3

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst yuu #twst vil #vil schoenheit #vil schoenheit x reader #vil schoenheit x yuu #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #pomefiore #pomefiore x reader #twst vil schoenheit #eric venue #calcified writing

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onigiriico · 1 year

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Mahiru audio drama (t2) - English TL

[ links: Spotify / Youtube ]

Another voice drama, another translation! 🎉 As always, if you’ve got any questions, find a mistranslated line, etc etc, feel free to head to my ask box (recommended) or my Twitter and I’ll do my best to get back to you! (Also definitely do listen to the drama if you get around to it because the VAs do an incredibly good job)

⬇️ translation under the cut ⬇️

(door opens)

E: …!

M: It’s been a while, Es-kun.

E: Mahiru…

M: I missed you…

E: …Are you okay?

M: Ah… yeah. I’m able to move around on my own as long as I have this wheelchair, so…

E: Shidou told me about your condition.

M: Ah… mh. Is that so…

E: I didn’t think you’d be in a state for me to interrogate you.

M: It’s all thanks to Shidou-san. Ah… I think I should thank Milgram as well. For supplying us with the medical tools and the wheelchair and all that. I wonder if you’re the right person to say this to?

E: …

M: Why do you look so sad…?

E: Because… you suffered such major injuries…

M: … Ah, but this is… I think Kotoko-chan is the one who did it, so… you know? It’s not like it’s your fault. Um, so…! I’m not holding a grudge towards Kotoko-chan either. I’m sure she just thought it couldn’t be helped…

E: That’s…

M: Ah, no, um… I do wish we could put an end to this though… ahaha… ack–

E: Mahiru–?

M: Sorry… for making you worry. I’m fine! It doesn’t hurt at all.

E: It’s a horrible injury. There’s no way it doesn’t hurt.

M: It doesn’t!

E: Don’t lie to me! Let’s call Shidou right now–

M: I mean it. It doesn’t hurt. Compared to the way I felt when you didn’t forgive me… Not at all.

E: …!

M: Not at all… Nothing. None of it hurts. It’s not… as big of a deal. Ever since, I’ve always been hearing… voices saying I couldn’t be forgiven. Yours? Whose? I don’t know… I don’t know, but… I heard them the whole time.

E: Mahiru, calm down…

M: Was what I did such a bad thing? I just… had a normal relationship like everyone else…! That’s all I did! Why can that not be forgiven? Hey, why? Why? Why?

E: Mahiru!

M: Stop it!

E: …!

M: … Ah– I– I—I’m sorry…! If– If you touch me so suddenly, it makes me remember… how it hurt… and I get scared…

E: It’s fine. If you don’t talk, that’s fine too. Let’s just take it slow.

M: …Yeah… S-sorry… It’s– it’s not that I hate you or anything, you know?

E: Take a deep breath. It’s okay.

M: Uh… (deep breaths) I’m fine already...

E: Mahiru…

M: Hey, Es-kun? I was wondering why you didn’t forgive me… I’d like to hear the reason… straight from you.

E: From me…?

M: Yeah. I already said this before, but all I did was love someone. I don’t know what kind of footage Milgram presented to you, but… did it not look like that to you? What did you see? What… did you feel?

E: What I saw was… just you having fun. I’m sure you were in love. Your feelings of bliss were conveyed to me as well.

M: Right? It was really fun. Did it make you want to fall in love?

E: No clue about that.

M: You’re so cold. – So, how… does that connect to me not being forgiven…?

E: It’s true that the footage looked happy. But by selecting [you], Milgram is telling me that you’re a murderer. I can’t just take things at face value. What Milgram shows to me is each person’s mental imagery. It’s not like it supplies me with certainty or objective facts.

M: Umm…

E: What’s wrong?

M: I’m not that smart, so could you put it in a way that’s easier to understand…?

E: (deep breath) There’s the possibility that you’re just framing the truth in a way that’s convenient for yourself. Meaning that it was only a happy relationship… in your own mind.

M: …!

E: …So, that’s what I deduced. So…

M: That’s… Aha. That’s a shock… This means that… you think of me as a liar, doesn’t it…? Did I do anything that made you think that?

E: …I’m the Warden. I get that this is painful for you, but I’m telling you my own thoughts.

M: Yeah… let me hear them.

E: I said that your love has killed someone, right?

M: That’s true.

E: Actions taken out of one-sided love, such as stalking… Someone dying as a result of something like that is a possibility, too.

M: …! Haha… That’s horrible…

E: Yeah. It is.

M: It’s not like you saw what I actually did, right?

E: Yeah. Not straight-forward, anyway.

M: Right…

E: Anyway, Milgram follows a three-trial system. This isn’t the final result. It’s only what I’ve seen up until now.

M: Yeah. – Him and I… we loved each other. Properly as boyfriend and girlfriend. We met in college… It was the first time for me, so I don’t know if it was good or not, but… I think we were just normally going out together. I thought it was fate. He said it was, too.

E: Is that so…

M: I’m not… a stalker or anything like that. Although from your point of view, it might seem that way.

E: Yeah.

M: But I’ve made up my mind. I’ll properly convey my feelings too. He’s dead. It… it might have been because of my love.

E: Mahiru…

M: But… I just normally loved someone. I don’t think I’ve done anything wrong. And besides, I… can’t live without love.

E: Why would you go that far…?

M: Because I know how precious it is to be in love. The moment you love someone, you realize the beauty of the world as it changes. To not forgive me means to take the act of loving away from me. That’s the same as not being alive. It’s the same as not being able to drink water or breathe. So… if this love isn’t allowed, then I don’t mind dying. Kotoko-chan’s acts aren’t a problem, either. I think she’s fighting for her own cause as well. So I don’t blame her. Because I also think that I… that my love isn’t wrong. I don’t want to be shamed for my love.

E: …

M: No matter what you think, it won’t change things for me. That’s what I’ve decided.

E: …I’m stunned.

M: Eh?

E: You’re impressive, you know. Without any flattery. I think you’re impressive.

M: Are you praising me?

E: I might be. To not resent anyone in this kind of situation, staying strong and even emphasizing with others… How can you do something like that?

M: Hehe… This is the power of… lo… ve…

E: Mahiru?!

M: I… I might’ve… gotten ahead of myself…

E: Your feelings have reached me, loud and clear. I’ll judge you in the second trial as well.

M: That’s… good… (pained noises)

E: …I’m sorry. I’m responsible for the fact that you’ve ended up like this.

M: (coughing, heavy breathing)

E: It was my decision not to forgive you. I don’t intend to deny that. But… the fact that I couldn’t predict Kotoko’s actions was a failure on my end.

M: (heavy breathing)

E: If I had known that it would turn out like this…

M: If you had known that it would turn out like this, you wouldn’t have forgiven Kotoko-chan?

(machinery whirrs, bell rings)

E: …Huh?

M: If you had known that Kotoko-chan would attack bad people, and you looked at her crime – would your willingness to forgive and your judgment have been changed?

E: …

M: This is the result of you doing what you believed in, isn’t it? The result of you working hard at your job?

E: Yeah.

M: Do you remember? Back in the first trial, I said I liked people who work hard.

E: Yeah… You did say that.

M: Because I told you that I like people who work hard… I’ll accept this pain, too.

E: …Ma–!

M: That’s why… no matter what the people around you might say, I think you should do what you want.

E: You’re– You’re the one… telling me that?

M: Yeah. Es-kun, you’re working so hard… You’re doing great.

E: …!

M: …Oh my… are you crying? Es-kun…

E: I’m not!

M: You’re putting up a tough front.

E: No way. – The talking ends here. Show me the continuation, Mahiru. In order for me to respond to your feelings, too.

M: Okay. It may be a bit late to say this, but… I’ll be in your care.

E: Prisoner no.6, Mahiru – sing your sins.

#milgram #milgram music videos #milgram es #milgram mahiru #mahiru shiina #translation #fan translation #audio drama #mappi's going through it & so are my feelings jfc man

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tastybluesprite · 13 days

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Confidence Boost

Okay, okay… I know I already posted a Wind Breaker fic… BUT LOOK OKAY? I recently started the manga and I freaking LOVE it. I thought of this fic while reading the manga and knew I wanted to write it. I tried to find a good shot of Suo and Sakura as a pic header but I couldn’t so I just settled on a pic of grouchy Sakura <3

Warnings: None really but there are some manga spoilers in here so beware. Also this is a tickle fic so if that’s not your thing then feel free to just keep scrolling lol.

Summery: Suo wants to help Sakura feel more confident

Suo smiled as he leaned back in his chair. “I don’t know what’s got you so fussed. You wanted to be leader didn’t you? Didn’t you want to climb your way up and stuff?”

Sakura glared at the earring dangled boy. “N-not like this! I.. I don’t freakin’ know how to… lead a damn class…”

Suo chuckled lightly. “Oh Sakura, it’s just class leader, and it’s just for the first years too. You’ll be fine. Besides, I’m your vice. I got your back, yknow?”

Sakura couldn’t help the blush that colored up his cheeks. He glared more.

“I-It’s… n-not like… I… um… sh-shut up!” He pouted a bit with anger and looked away. Suo could tell that meant a lot. But as usual the poor guy couldn’t take a compliment or any kind words to save his life.

Suo just grinned, enjoying how embarrassed he got.

Deciding to take advantage of this moment and gently stuck his fingers into his neck, looking to mess with him.

As soon as Sakura felt the fingers touch the already warm skin of his neck, his eyes widened and he immediately scrunched up his shoulders in a feeble attempt to protect himself. A wave of heat creeped up his neck and ears as well. But even worse, much to Sakuras own horror, he let out the loudest and most high pitched squeal that he swore right then and there he would never make again.

Suo smirked. “Hm? What was that Sakura? You okay?” The damn bastard started wiggling his fingers more into his neck. Sakura immediately thrashed in place and tried to pull Suos hand out. Unfortunately Sakura was rendered rather helpless.

“S-Suhuhuhohoho yohohohu bahahahastahahard!!!!”

As if the loud squeal wasn’t enough, Sakura just HAD to start giggling like a five year old idiot.

Suo laughed as he knew he had him. “Yknow for such an apparent “tough guy,” Sakura, you have quite an adorable laugh. Oh look, you’re blushing too!”

Sakura kicked around in the desk seat and thrashed more. He gave up on pulling at Suos hand and decided to just cover his face instead.

“D-DAAhahahahAHAmIHIHihit leheEhHehet mehehEHeHe GOHOHohoho!!!” Sakura protested.

Suo grinned. “First admit that you’d make a great class leader and I’ll think about it.”

“L-Lihihihike hehehell Ihihi WIHIHIHLLLHAHAHAHA!!!!”

As soon as Sakura started saying that Suo abandoned the neck and drilled into his lowest set of ribs.

Suo throughly made sure to enjoy each bout of laughter and squeals as he attacked.

“You know… these little ribs over here tend to be most sensitive since there isn’t much muscle protecting the area… isn’t that funny?” Suo told him casually with a smile, as if the other boy wasn’t completely falling to pieces beneath him.

“S-STAHAHAP STAHAHAHAHAP IHIHIHT!!!” Sakura cried out with piercing shrieks in his laughter.

“FIHIHIHIHNE FIHIHIHINE IHIHI… IAHAHAHA…!!!”

He was sounding like he was really losing breath now. Suo could tell Sakura was trying to just say the words that he asked him to say and so he moved down to his sides, slowly squeezing gently to let him be able to talk while still tickling him.

“Ihihi… ihihihi… ihihihihll mahahake… ahaha… g-gohohohohood.. c-clahahass l-leheheheahader…. S-stahahap..!!!” Sakura weakly pushed at his hands.

And so Suo finally decided to let him go.

When he retracted his hands, Sakura wrapped his arms protectively around his body as he gasped for air.

“Wh-whahahat… whahat the hehehell… w-wahahas thahahat f-fohohor…?” Sakura mumbles angrily, still in a slight giggle high.

Suo smiled and tilted his head innocently. “You just looked like you could use it Sakura. Sometimes you just need a little motivation to gain more self confidence. And I mean it when I say you’d make a great class leader. Sure it can hold a great deal of pressure sometimes, but I know you can handle it.”

Sakura blinked. Then slowly the blush that was still left on his face grew, and his entire neck and face went red. He glared and looked away.

“Awww it’s nothing to blush over…”

“I-I AM NOT!”

#sprite🥤#tickling #tickle fic #wind breaker #sakura haruka #sakura #suo hayato #lee!sakura #ticklish!sakura #wind breaker tickling #ler!suo #sfw tickling community #sfw tickle blog #sfw tickle fluff #sfw tickle fic #anime tickling #manga #manga spoilers

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calicocatsarecute · 3 months

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I know I said that I wouldn’t write for Val but…. I keep seeing TikToks of him and Vox being parental figures for Velvette sooo…..yeah. Enjoy!

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Vox was asleep in front of his surveillance TVs. He had gotten so bored he couldn’t help but fall asleep. Vox was in the middle of a good dream, until a call had rang. He sprang back consciousness and answered the call almost immediately.

“Yes Val. What do you need this time?” He questioned the moth demon.

“Well Vox, I’m a bit concerned for Velvy…” Valentino trailed off, sounding actually concerned.

“What makes you so concerned about her that you’re… not yourself?” Vox piqued his curiosity.

“Well… I heard a door slam from her room, and when I called her she didn’t answer! Velvette always answers our calls! I mean, you see where I’m coming from?!”

“First of all, calm down. And second, that is a bit strange for her. But I can assure you, everything’s fine with Velvette.” Vox said calmly.

“Can you just come and check on her with me please?” Valentino asked, looking almost pathetic.

“Guess you really are worried.” Vox mumbled quiet to himself as he rode up to Velvette’s floor.

“Velvette are you alright dear?” Valentino knocked quietly on the door that was locked.

Vox’s changed from calm to worried as the two older demons stood in silence.

There was no answer, no shuffling, and no movements made. It was strange for Velvette to behave this way.

Vox went up the door and knocked.

“Hey Velve…. Is it okay if we come in?”

After waiting a bit, the door was unlocked.

As soon as Valentino saw Velvette he brought her into a hug.

“Velvette you were worrying us sick! Please tell us when something’s bothering you.” Valentino squeaks out.

Velvette hugged back, trying to hold back her tears.

Vox however noticed the fashion demon starting to tear up.

“Hey what’s wrong? Why are you upset? Vox asked, placing a hand on her shoulder.

“My show didn’t go as planned… one of my models didn’t show up and I had to end it earlier than anticipated. And everyone, they were so disappointed in me and-“ She was cut off by one of her own sobs, burying her face into Val’s shoulder.

“Velvette, it’s alright sweetheart, not everything always goes to plan. It’s gonna be alright Velvy. It’s gonna be just fine.” Val tried his best at comforting the younger demon.

Vox had been contemplating on how to make Velvette happy again, and then it hit him. He leaned forward and whispered his plan to Valentino, who in turned smirked slightly.

Still hugging the young sinner, Valentino started scribbling up and down her sides.

The squeak that followed showed their plan was working.

“Cmon Velvette, smile for us!” Vox exclaimed while digging his own fingers into her ribs.

“Twohoho ahagahaihinst ohone ihihis’t fahaihir! Stohohop!” Velvette’s giggles ran throughout the room.

“Aww, but look at you! You’re so cute with those blushing cheeks!” Val teased the younger.

“Nohohoho! Dohohohon’t tihihihIHICKLEHE! AHAHA VOHOX!”

“Yes my dear Velvette, what is it?” The Tv man asked innocently, he knew that he had dug his fingers into her stomach.

“Oh looks like Voxy gotcha good huh?” Val teased again.

Valentino started to sit down, bring Velvette with him. After that he started to hover his hand over the Fashion Designer’s lower stomach.

“You ready Velvy?” Valentino asked the smaller.

“Nononononono! Stahahay ahawahahwy!” Velvette squealed already, before she was even tickled.

“You’re already giggling?” Vox laughed before sitting next to the two.

“Mahahake hihim stohohop, Vox!” The smaller girl yelped when her arms were brought up.

“Ok I’ll count down from 3.” Valentino said holding up 3 fingers.

“3…”

Velvette squeezed her eyes closed at the number.

“2…….1!” And with that, Valentino started to gently scribble the younger’s lower stomach.

The squeal Velvette let out was more hellish than Hell itself!

“AHAHAHAHA! S-STAHAHAHA NOHOAHA!” Velvette was squirming wildly, to the point where Vox had to support her neck.

Vox signaled to Val to stop. This let the poor girl breathe.

“Are you felling better Velvette?” Vox asked, still supporting her neck.

“Y-yeah.”

“We didn’t go too far, did we?” Valentino questioned while patting her head.

She shook her head softly. “No, but I guess I really did need that…”

“Anytime Velvette.” They both said simultaneously.

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Oml this is probably my longest fic! Anyways, have an amazing rest of y’all’s day!

#hazbin hotel tickling #hazbin hotel tickle #ler!vox #ler!valentino #lee!velvette #tickle fic

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ronwestbreeze · 1 year

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TO YOU , WORLDS AWAY : PART TWO : CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

pairing: jake sully x fem!reader

summary: they're mates....they've always had been

word count: 4.9k

author's note: kind of nervous and kind of excited for this chapter ahaha. finally a proper jake and tinkers reunion. hope y'all enjoy <3

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Mo’at had led you to her tent to examine you hours after your transference. The night was still quite young but it was close to dawn. But Mo’at was insistent you’d come to her tent right after. She said as the spiritual leader and basically the head of all the healers, it was her job to make sure that everything in your body and mind was sound.

But you really didn’t care much for the needles.

“Ow.” You winced.

“Ssh and hold still.” Mo’at tapped your other arm, telling you to raise it up for her. You tried not to cringe or flinch when she added more needles to your arm. What made it worse was that it was hot too so you really had to refrain from fighting off her grip. “If you cannot deal with small pins, then how are you to be a warrior?”

You frowned, ”I think I would manage fine without the needles actually—ouch!”

“I told you not to move and you moved!” Mo’at scolded as she finished with the needles.

“Barely!” You hissed, glaring at the pins in your arm. “When are we going to be done?”

Mo’at stood and walked toward the small bonfire in the center of the tent. She grabbed a small wooden bowl and stirred whatever contents inside around as she spoke, “You do not rush this. Let me work and you hold still, tsmuke.”

Before either of you could say anything else, Neytiri entered with who you assumed to be Kiri following close behind her.

Yet your eyes couldn’t stay on her for long when you saw Jake standing right outside of the tent already looking at you. He didn’t move to come inside, instead there was this look on his face. Anxiety, shock, disbelief? You really didn’t know. Whatever it was, it made him turn and walk away.

Neytiri saw this and sighed as she approached you, “He is very hard on himself.” She said as she squatted down next to you. “When it comes to you and when he thought you had died, he hadn’t forgiven himself since.”

You frowned, dropping your gaze to your hands. The last thing you had wanted was for him to blame himself. “He does not deserve the pain I’ve caused him…” If anything you completely understood if he never wanted to be near you ever again.

“Do not do that.” Neytiri frowned at you, pulling you out of your self-deprecation. “Jake loves you. And you love him. Do not make this more complicated than it needs to be.” She placed a hand on your shoulder, squeezing it comfortingly, “Just give him some time. And he will come to you.”

For a moment you considered her words. Perhaps she was right. Hell, if you were in Jake’s shoes and the person you thought was dead for years had suddenly come back, you’d definitely need a moment to process it all. That was fair.

So instead of dwelling on it for longer than you should’ve, you instead turned to Neytiri, “Why are you pushing for us to be together?”

Neytiri looked at you in confusion, “Why wouldn’t I? You and Jake are mates.”

“I thought you and Jake now were…?”

“Yes, we are mates as well.”

You blinked at her, your brain crashing, “I’m confused.”

Mo’at made a sound similar to a snort from her spot at the fire, “For someone who claims to know The People, you get confused a lot, tsmuke.” You frowned in annoyance as Mo’at came back to your side with the wooden bowl still in her hands. “We are not bound to only one mate. It has always been that way. Years before, Eytukan had a second mate, Sylwanin’s mother. But unfortunately she died in childbirth.”

Wait, you knew this. Not in specific detail but Tsu’tey told you about how they had multiple mates among the Na’vi, how they weren’t monogamous like humans usually were. You had forgotten this but that definitely made a lot more sense as to why Neytiri was trying to encourage you and Jake’s relationship to meld back together. Why she had been so adamant to save you.

As if reading your mind, Neytiri nodded, “Jake accepted that you were gone despite us never finding you…I suppose he never thought you’d ever come back.”

“But you did.” You said in a matter of fact tone. “For some reason you never gave up on me…even when I had given up on myself.”

“Mmm.” Mo’at hummed in agreement as she placed the cool liquid from the bowl on your skin.

Neytiri shrugged, “The both of you are hard headed, somebody has to have some sense out of the three of us.”

You rolled your eyes but smiled despite Mo’at still picking at the needles in your arms, “Thank you, Neytiri.”

She gave you a small smile in return and nodded. The slight movement behind Neytiri finally caught your eye. And when you looked you had realized—and nearly forgotten—that Kiri was in the tent with the three of you. Neytiri moved to the side so that you could see Kiri better who had been staring at you both curious and hesitant.

“Kiri. This is ma tsmuke. Ma’Grace knew her as well.”

Kiri looked up at Neytiri, stunned, “Ma sa’nok?” Neytiri nodded with a patient smile. Kiri then looked at you, now more curious. “You knew my mother?”

You nodded, a smile growing on your face. “Yes, I did. She was, in a way, like a mother to me too. She was always looking out for me even when I was being a stubborn idiot about it. Sometimes I was looking out for her too and believe me I can’t tell you how many times I’ve saved her as—I mean her tail.” Both Neytiri and Mo’at sent you looks before Kiri scooted closer to you.

“Tell me!” She grinned up at you. “Tell me more!”

You glanced toward Neytiri who motioned for you to continue. “Well, um, there was this one time where she got lost in the forest…”

And from there you had spent that time telling Kiri stories of your time with Grace. You had never thought you’d be able to relive these memories without feeling grief over it but Kiri’s large smile and youthful laugh at some of the most ridiculous parts in your tales was what made it easier. And you were glad for it.

Kiri didn’t know her mother before she died. But you were happy to share every single detail about her as best as you could, just so that she could feel as close to Grace as you did. Just so she could think of her as if they had already met. It was the one thing you were happy to do for Grace, the least you could do really.

Sometimes you often thought that you had failed her. But after seeing her face to face for the first time in what felt like forever, those doubts slowly dwindled away from you. Because in the end, Grace was right.

You had time. You still had time.

And this time you would not let it slip through your fingers so easily.

Neytiri woke you up when the night had been replaced with gray clouds and rain. She led you out into the forest while Kiri stayed behind in Mo’at’s tent, sleeping. You had never seen rain much in Pandora and it was mostly rare considering the hot climate of the forest. But when it did, like now, it was still somehow so beautiful. Back on Earth whenever it rained it was always so dreadful and depressing, it made you wish that sometimes the Earth was as beautiful as Pandora.

It once was. Many, many years ago. The humans just never appreciated it. Which is why it was dying. The last thing you ever wanted was for them to come here and do the same to Pandora. Which was why it was strange just walking in the forest, no longer an avatar or dreamwalker, but one with your new body, and be at peace with it. Not having to worry about the RDA roaming about or having to hide away from Quaritch.

This was nice. This is what you had always wanted.

For a second, a curious thought appeared in your mind.

“Where will my former body go?” You asked Neytiri as you both ducked under a few leaf branches.

“We will give it a traditional burial, the Omatikaya way.” Neytiri then suddenly pointed up at a tree she stopped next to. “We climb.”

You had never climbed a tree before. Especially not in this body. But you did your best, trying to keep up with Neytiri. And yes, you looked quite pathetic climbing next to Neytiri who did it with very little effort. She was practically on the branch she wanted to stop at by the time you made it.

She tsked, “You are like Jake, you are practically a baby.”

“Yeah well, I didn’t exactly have much time to learn how to climb a tree.” You frowned, mirroring her position on the large branch the two of you now squatted on. Neytiri rolled her eyes as you spoke again, “So why are we out here?”

Neytiri closed her eyes and breathed out a long sigh through her nose, “I can not teach you to be one of the People like I did with Ma’Jake. But I can show you how to listen.” You furrowed your brows but copied her and closed your eyes as well. “Listen to the forest. See the forest. Then you will understand what it means to be of The People.”

You listened, you really did. To the rain drops. To the sounds of different creatures in the distance and nearby. To the leaves as they swayed in the gentle wind. Breathed in the air—and it felt terribly different compared to wearing a mask. It all felt so nice. So peaceful.

There wasn’t a moment where you never not admired the nature of Pandora. You appreciated all of it, and wanted to study all of it years back. But you just never had the time to truly just take it in, let it breathe you in, and draw you into its arms. Perhaps it was easier for you because in a way you already understood and respected what was around you. And so you were a lot more open-minded, willing to accept it.

Suddenly, a bunch of water dropped down onto your head, startling you out of your trance. Your eyes snapped open, looking around to find where exactly that water had come from. Only to find that Neytiri had moved the leaf that had been covering your head from the rain. She was grinning at your reaction.

“Neytiri!” You scowled despite the laugh that wanted to leave your lips.

Neytiri smiled, “Should’ve been paying attention, tsmuke!”

“You told me to feel the forest! I was feelin’ it!” You say in English, realizing slightly that you had been speaking in Na’vi the entire time until now. You’d done it so much it just became natural to you like how English was before.

“Then go. Continue feelin’ it.” Neytiri gestured toward the forest as she stood and reverted back to Na’vi. “I must head back before my children wake. You know the way back?” You nod, despite being unsure. Neytiri saw right through it and sighed before pointing west, “Follow the torukspxam until you find a stream. Go across the stream and you will find home.”

Home. Home. You were going to have to get used to that.

Eventually, you got to your feet as well but leaned against the tree. Neytiri watched you for a moment before she nodded to you, “I see you, tsmuke.”

A smile tugged at your lips, “I see you, tsmuke.”

After watching Neytiri jump down, effortlessly, from the tree and toward the ground, disappearing in seconds.

You continued venturing the forest but didn’t wander too far. Instead, you eventually came down from the trees and landed on the soft grass. The rain now poured down on your head and hair, completely uncovered. And you just stood there, letting the rain fall onto your face with a content smile on your face.

For a moment you allowed yourself this peace. This moment alone. You were grateful to Neytiri, Mo’at, and even Spider and Kiri for keeping you company for all these days, especially in your weakest moments. But now. This is when you wanted to be alone. To absorb everything that’s happened. To absorb that you had been gone for five years, that you were alive and the transference had worked, that Jake was also now living quite happily among the Na’vi, that you had won the war and missed the celebration.

All of this should have been overwhelming. All of it should’ve at least bothered you. And some of it did, truthfully.

But really, you were just glad it was all over. Constantly fighting, surviving, and seeking some form of revenge that would satisfy you. You were glad that all of it was done.

And now you could start a new life. Hell, maybe even start over if you could.

The Na’vi did say that every person is born twice. This, you realized, was your second chance at life.

It was now your time to live.

You were lost.

It was sometime in the afternoon that you realized you had gotten lost during your attempt at getting back. You did exactly as Neytiri had told you and followed the torukspxam, those large mushroom looking plants that were taller and bigger than you in every way. But now you were starting to think you had followed the wrong one’s home. But at least they made for good covering whenever you got too wet from the rain.

God, this was embarrassing. The last thing you wanted was to be an inconvenience just because you couldn’t navigate a damn forest.

There was a rustle coming further from your right. You stopped listening for any more movement. It was a bit difficult to hear anything else but the rain pelting your ears but you listened the best you could.

After a few seconds, there was another rustle, this time it had gotten closer. That was when you darted away from it. You really didn’t want to stay and figure out what it was, that wasn’t the survival instincts you had instilled in you and you’d be damned if you got attacked by some creature just because you wanted to wait and see what it was. Could be dangerous, could be peaceful, you didn’t care to take the risk.

When you ducked behind a thick tree, in the corner of your eye you saw a black skinned creature darting around the corner you had just come from. You pressed your back against the tree and waited for any more sounds. There was more rustling and a growl. Fortunately, it didn’t sound like it was too close to you, so you risked a glance from behind the tree.

It took everything in you not to let out a string of curses.

The creature, as it turned out, was a Thanator. It was one of those creatures you knew enough about not to ever cross. And yet here you were. Really, you had never seen one in person nor did you wish to but it was a lot scarier looking than how Grace described it when she saw one.

It was roaming and sniffing about. It wasn’t going anywhere which meant that it knew you were near.

Thinking quickly, your eyes searched the ground around you until it landed on a large rock. You grabbed it and clutched it to your chest. The Thanator hadn’t noticed fortunately for you but it was roaming a little too close to your hiding spot. So when you peeked around the tree again to find the Thanator facing away from you, that was when you threw the rock in the opposite direction of where you were.

You ducked behind the tree, hearing the rock’s impact against a nearby tree. It was loud enough to echo just a bit and capture the Thanator’s attention toward it. You watched it and a few seconds later it darted off in the direction of the rock.

With that, the Thanator had disappeared but you didn’t come out right away. You waited a few seconds more until you were sure you couldn’t hear it coming back.

Something suddenly clutched your upper arm.

At first you had thought another Thanator or a more dangerous creature had snuck up on you as you whirled around.

Only there was no creature.

“Hey, hey, hey,” Jake’s voice registered in your ears before you realized he had been the one to grab your arm. “It’s just me, okay? It’s just me.” He held his other hand up cautiously and you stared at him in confusion until you realized your other hand had been raised up to strike whoever it was that had grabbed you. But now seeing that it was just Jake, you lowered your arm and slid down to the ground. Jake knelt down beside you, “Hey, are you hurt? Are you okay? Doc?”

You waved him off, your other hand absentmindedly latching onto the wrist that still held onto your arm. “Oh my god, Jake, don't scare me like that!” You smacked his chest, startling him. “What are you even doing sneaking up on me like that?! I thought another Thanator caught me!”

“Another?” Jake’s brows furrowed. His eyes traveled your body, “It didn’t get you—”

“No, it didn’t.” You sighed, slumping your shoulders against the tree bark.

Jake seemed to have been calming down as well as he let you go and stood back up. You frowned at the loss of touch but followed, pushing yourself up on your feet, “What are you even doing out here alone? I thought you were getting checked out by Mo’at.”

“Yes, hours ago.” You nodded moving away from him and toward a nearby torukspxam and stood under it as it was still raining. “Neytiri and I were out here earlier together.”

“Why didn’t you come back with her?” Jake questioned, frowning, his face unreadable.

You dropped your gaze away from his and pressed your back against the thick stem. You felt embarrassed, you felt like hiding away from him and his masked gaze. “I came here to think. I needed some time too.”

There was shuffling before in the corner of your eye, you saw Jake stood under the torukspxam with you. The two of you were quiet for a few seconds. Your gaze fell onto a pink leaf, dripping with water. Gently, you allowed your fingers to graze it.

Then Jake finally spoke.

“It’s too dangerous for you to be out here alone, especially when you’re not properly trained.” You could feel his eyes on you. Burning your skin. “You could’ve been killed.”

“Wouldn’t be the first time I’ve endangered myself.” You smirked a bit.

“Y/N.” Jake scowled at you. “You can’t keep putting yourself in danger like this. And if you keep being reckless, then someone will get hurt because of it.”

This wasn’t Jake speaking to right now. This was the leader of the Omatikaya. The Olo’eyktan. Speaking to you as if you were one of his followers. And pretty much pissed you off.

You glared at him now, “Then why did you come? Since I’m so dangerous, why are you here?”

“That’s not what I—”

“Is that why you came all the way out here?” You questioned, pushing away from the stem and stepping back into the rain. “Just to lecture me, make sure I don’t get anyone else killed? Is that all?”

Jake didn’t say anything. Just stared at you, or past you, you really couldn’t tell. His eyes were too glazed over, his face was too guarded.

Fine, you had never been good at reading Jake. Or rather, he wasn’t that great at expressing himself emotionally. But right now it was particularly frustrating.

Your shoulders lumped and your hardened face loosened. It was then you realized something you were afraid of. That all of this. Was caused only by your actions.

“Look, maybe you’re right.” Was what came out of your mouth first. At the sound of your words, Jake now stared at you in both confusion and hesitance. “What I did….what happened those five years ago…that wasn’t fair. Grace told me not to do it and maybe…maybe I should’ve listened to her.”

“Y/N—”

“And even though I’m not sorry for what I did to Hell’s Gate, I am sorry for leaving.” You frowned, dropping your gaze. “I didn’t want to die. I didn’t want to leave you. I tried, I tried so hard to come back from it. To come back to you and the others….but I didn’t…”

The rain filled the silence between you, wrapping you in its cold embrace as you speak, voice now shaky. Jake had yet to say anything nor did you hear him move. But you kept going, you forced yourself to keep going even though these words hurt your heart. Hurt every part of your soul.

You closed your eyes to keep the tears at bay. “Just…Just say you hate me. Say it and maybe this loss will be easier. Maybe it won’t be like stones on my heart anymore.”

It wasn’t until you felt both his hands on your face did you realize how close he had gotten to you without you realizing it. The physical contact had taken you off guard, so much so that you just stared at him as he brought your head closer to his until both your foreheads had connected. And the both of you stayed like this, one of his hands lowering to the side of your neck, squeezing it gently. Out of habit, your hand came to meet his wrist.

And for a moment, you had forgotten the rain.

“Loss will never be easy.” Jake whispered to you, pressing a gentle kiss against your forehead. “No matter what I did, numbing myself, burying it all down, forgetting…I could never forget the woman I loved. That I love so much it fucking burns me.” He pressed a long kiss against your cheek and you melted into his warm touch. He muttered his next words against your skin, his voice trembling, droplets of warm water dripping down your neck. “I thought I lost you…”

Your foreheads met once more. This time you moved your own hands to his face to wipe away the tears. And you were so relieved when he leaned into your touch as much as you did with him. You were so relieved to be able to feel him instead of imagining it, instead of yearning for it. He was here. Holding onto you so tight as if you were to disappear.

“And I’ll be damned if I do again.” His hands moved down to your arms, pulling you closer until both your chests were pressed against each other. “Don’t ask me to hate you. Don’t ask me to let you go. It’ll only make me hold on, it’ll only make me love you more. And I’m sorry, Doc, but I won’t let you go this time.”

He pulled you closer until his mouth was on yours. His lips against yours were as soft as you remembered. As gentle but possessive just as his hold on you was. You remembered the last time you had been held by him like this, how all you felt then was dread and worry of what the inevitable held. But now, all you could do was just sink deeper into this, embrace it, embrace him.

Finally.

When you broke apart, it was your words that came out first, “I see you.” Jake’s eyes lit up at your words and you smiled, “I never got a chance to say it before.”

With a teary smile, he stole another kiss from you.

“I see you, Y/N.”

Jake’s hands slid into yours as he tugged you forward, “We should head back now. They’re probably wondering where we are.”

You nodded as you allowed him to pull you along, “Right, the great Toruk Makto and now the Olo’eyktan. What can’t you do, Jake Sully?”

“Get you to be my mate any faster.” Jake sent you a small smile, his hand moving to the small of your back as he moved a leaf out of your way.

Warmth filled your cheeks despite the cold weather. “Patience. That seems to be it.”

Jake’s hand squeezed yours as he continued pulling you along, “I have waited five years for you. Patience is long overdue.”

A foreign sound left your lips and it strangely sounded similar to a laugh. “Well, not all of us can be perfect.”

“Tsmuke!” Mo’at scowled once she spotted you and Jake walking out of the forest. Did I say you were done here? Where have you wandered off to?!”

“I’m sorry—” You tried but Mo’at ignored you and tugged you back into her tent with Jake trailing behind.

Inside, Neytiri was already there with Kiri and two other kids who were playing with each other. You sent her a look as Mo’at made you sit on the floor, “You could have given better directions, you know.”

She raised a brow, “My instructions were quite simple actually…” As Mo’at began washing on the liquid that had dried on your arm, you watched as Neytiri’s eyes settled on something behind you. You briefly glanced over your shoulder to find Jake slipping into the tent. He looked at you with a certain softness that made your heart flutter. His eyes twinkled when he saw Neytiri and the children.

You felt it without him even saying anything. Everything felt complete, felt familiar…

And felt like home.

A shy smile tugged at your lips and Neytiri smirked before saying, “Like I said. My instructions weren’t too difficult.”

You stared at her suspiciously, briefly wondering if she had meant to leave you out in the forest on purpose and that Jake finding you wasn’t as much of a coincidence as you had thought.

“Dad!”

One of the boys grinned and rushed over toward him. Jake knelt down toward the boy who you realize right then was one of his sons. The other one was sitting next to Neytiri and staring at you curiously just as Kiri had in the beginning.

Neytiri noticed and gently caressed the boy’s cheek, “Neteyam, this is Y/N. She is meant to be a part of our family now.” She glanced toward you, “If she chooses to accept us.”

The boy, Neteyam, looked back at you and smiled. It was amazing how much he looked like Neytiri when he did. “Hello, Y/N.”

Mo’at pinched your arm, “No moving.”

You winced but obeyed and then turned back to the boy, “It’s nice to meet you, Neteyam.” In the corner of your eye, Jake was now playing with the other boy, lifting him up and down as the boy continued to giggle loudly. Inside the tent was very peaceful and quiet. Not quite to the point of discomfort. It was the type of quiet you wouldn’t mind staying in for a long period of time, especially with the people that you cared for. Who loved sitting in silence also.

Kiri came up to you to show her doll to you as Mo’at went back to retrieve more of the liquid from the fire. She went on and on, talking about her doll in her cute childlike babble. You began showing her how to play with the doll, similar to the way you had done so back when you were a child. And then eventually Neteyam found his way over to the two of you, sitting quietly while watching as you and Kiri played with the doll.

Eventually, Kiri and Neteyam got distracted and went over to Neytiri and Mo’at, watching the latter do her work as Tsahik. The other boy soon followed them.

On your left, Jake settled down next to you, his shoulder brushing against yours. You watched the three children with a smile. One of them looked like Jake, another looking like Neytiri, and then one who looked almost identical to Grace. It made your heart heavy that you had missed her birth or the first five years of her life. But you hoped now, after Grace’s request, you’d be given the chance to actually be there for her.

Just the same as Grace had done for you.

When you looked at Jake, there were tears in his eyes. But it wasn’t sad. It wasn’t grief. Instead he smiled and it reached his glassy eyes.

And the whole time he was just simply looking at you.

“Happy?” You whispered, smiling gently as you wiped away his tears.

He chuckled, pressing a gentle kiss to the hand that held the side of his face, “I’m just glad you’re here. And that it’s not a dream I’m dreading to wake up from.”

Your smile grew as you rested your head on his shoulder. For a while you stayed like that. You met Neytiri’s eyes from the other side of the tent where she stood with Mo’at and the children. She smiled at the two of you and you smiled back.

Quietly, you say, “I missed you too, Puppet.”

His shoulder shook as he chuckled, pressing a kiss in your hair.

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sh1-n0bu · 1 year

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Hmm, perhaps a fluffy date with an Arataki Itto who is trying to impress the reader by showing off for the event requests?

If that doesn't strike you, anything with Julian Devorak or Muriel from The Arcana would SLAP - I haven't seen many others into it on here yet and you reminded me of its existence jkshkjgfd

✿ 𝙫𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨? ✿

characters: murial, julian devorak x nb!reader (separate)

warnings: fluff, crack, the idiots (affectionately) are bad at feelings, mazelinka portia and asra best wingmen😤💪

notes: i literally accidentally deleted this entire fic at 3 in the fucking morning last night and went to sleep with angry tears like a bitch

poor gentle giant has never heard of valentines day before so when asra and faust brought it up, he just stood there with a cute, confused look on his face and a tilted head

muriel has never pursued romantic relationships or even a normal human interaction at that so when asra suddenly brought up about a day where people ask the one they have affections for out on a date, his mind just short circuited

cue a cute flustered mountain of a man, tripping over his words, trying to deny his feelings for you

it took him a long time to understand that the butterflies in his stomach, heat rising to his cheeks and hand twitching to hold yours was a normal thing for people in love

and it took him even longer to accept that feeling and his affections towards you

it took hours of lecture from both asra and his familiar faust to knock some sense into the gentle giant

when muriel returned to his little hut in the forest, he couldn’t sit still in one place for even a minute

pacing back and forth, mumbling about the “what-ifs”, hell he even asked inanna about whether he should confess or not

after getting the “are-you-serious?” look from inanna, muriel finally made up his mind

soon valentines day came and there he was, standing in front of your little cottage with a fresh new clothes - your gifted green scarf still wrapped around his neck - holding a bouquet of flowers that he picked and wrapped himself

after debating all sorts of things in his mind, he finally sucked it up and knocked on your door

gods, you always takes his breath away

after snapping out of his simping over you, the gentle giant finally came clean of his feelings

“ahem… uhm i heard from asra and faust… that today is a day for couples and i thought…”

“…will you be my valentine, [name]?”

ah yes the ever scheming, masochist, i-hide-my-true-feelings-behind-fake-smiles-and-flirty-personality doctor, the first character i simped for in arcana

ilya is so used to always hiding behind charming lies, deceitful words and fake personalities that when portia pointed out that he holds affections for you, he denied and denied for almost an entire year

which what got him being chased around portia’s little cottage with the owner of the house chasing after him with a wet rag while pepi the cat sat back and watched, purring with amusement

he finally decided to face the music and ask you on valnetines when even mazelinka joined in on the scolding all the while knocking him over the head with her infamous wooden spoon

“oh come on! how long do you plan to make [name] wait, ilya?! they won’t be patient forever!”

“your sister has a point. suck it up and tell them how you feel already! i’m sick of watching you sigh and mumble their name in your sleep, you idiot!”

“ow! okay-ow! pasha! mazelinka! please have mercy!!”

the next morning julian woke up with a massive headache

and so soon enough, valentines day comes and there he stands, in front of your door, hand made box of chocolates in hand with all the blood in his body rushing to his cheeks

after checking himself over for the hundredth time in a close by water, he took a deep breath before finally knocking on the front of your home

“ahem. ahaha! my darling, dearest [name]! it appears that a certain little birdie has told me about your infatuation with me! so i have decided to make it easier for you and ask you out first. will you be my valentine darling?”

uh-huh sure julian. acting as if he wasn’t stress-eating the night before. you aint slick

#nobu.writes #the arcana #the arcana mc #the arcana julian #the arcana muriel #muriel x reader #muriel x you #julian x reader #julian x apprentice #muriel x apprentice #julian devorak #muriel x mc #julian x mc #the arcana x mc #the arcana x reader #arcana x reader #x nb reader #nb reader #nb!reader

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18-naked-cowboys · 1 year

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How Twisted Wonderland dorms would react to you confessing to them

(Please recommend dorms you’d like to see next!)

PART 1 (not proofread I’m sorry)

Octavinelle

Azul Ashengrotto

“Azul, I know you’re busy with work right now but,” you paused and stared at your feet, the eye contact was killing you and the way he tilted his head at you made your knees feel weak “I just had to come and tell you that I really like you!”

Did the twins perhaps set you up for this? No there was no way, you wouldn’t agree to a prank like that. He never would have imagined you would confess to him, and at the lounge as well. He liked you too of course, it didn’t take a genius to notice the way he flinched anytime you touched him or the oh so faint blush that would dust his face when he made you smile or laugh. Of course he accepted your feelings! He tried his best to seem composed in that moment but you could tell he was flushed.

“W-why it took you long enough to confess!” (He had no idea you felt the same) “why not we plan a date then, no contract needed of course.” He said with an awkward chuckle that made your heart skip a beat. Though he tried to maintain his calm and cool demeanor, the way he looked at you betrayed the fact that he was as giddy as a teenage girl.

Jade Leech

You asked to meet Jade after a class you had together and you met him in one of the empty school hallways.

“Erm, I know that this isn’t exactly the most romantic setting, but I just couldn’t hold my feelings in much longer. I really like you and I wanted to know if you’d go on a date with me.” You had told him with limited eye contact and twiddling thumbs

He smiled the whole time as he watched the way you anxiously confessed to him. You were just so cute to him, of course he did already know you liked him but he just loved to watch you squirm so, naturally, he hadn’t said anything. In fact he would go out of his way to subtly mess with you in class.

“I accept your proposal, I’d love to go on a date with you. Though it was fun watching my dear prefect blush at every little action I did.” He mused, placing his hand to his chest. He loved seeing your reaction, even now.

“Y-you knew? How long did you know?” You stumbled out.

“I imagine the whole time, it was quite obvious.” He said to you with a tilt to his head. This man would be the death of you but at least you knew he shared the same feelings you did!

Floyd Leech

“Awww shrimpy came to my basketball game! You’re so cute~” Floyd teased with that same tone in his voice that made you wanna turn into a puddle. He squeeze your cheeks with his fingers while giving you a toothy grin.

“Um, Floyd-“ you could barely say before he finally decided to stop pinching you, “I came because I wanted to tell you that, uh well, I like you, like as more than friends.” you were met by a brief silence before you gave you as big wide-eyed smile. He hugged you and picked you up with a big squeeze which made you feel like you could pop.

“Oh shrimpy you’re so cute! I wish I could squish you like a bug!” He laughed while he continued squeezing you and swinging you around. He still reeked of sweat and rubber from his game. Your face flushed and your heart sank, was he making fun of you? Did he not like you back? He finally put you down, still smirking but the look dropped when he noticed your sullen expression “what’s wrong?”

“You just- do you like me back?” You questioned sadly

“Mmm I don’t know, if I didn’t like you would I do this?” He quickly grabbed your face and placed a quick kiss on your lips that made your heart race before he began to laugh again “Ahaha! Shrimpy you’re almost as red as that goldfish!”

You knew your blush was undeniable but even though he was teasing you you couldn’t help the big smile that spread over your face.

#twisted wonderland #octavinelle #floyd x reader #azul x reader #jade x reader #floyd leech #azul ashengrotto #jade leech #x reader #twst wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland scenarios #how they react #floyd leech x reader #jade leech x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #jade x yuu #floyd x yuu #azul x yuu

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devildom-moss · 5 months

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For the flash requests, maybe sfw 10 with raphael? He'd be adorable drunk I know it

Agreed! I got a little suggestive with this one, but given the prompt and that it's still SFW, I hope you don't mind anon.

1 year anniversary flash request event - SFW

(Raphael x gn!MC)

Prompt 10 – Drunk/Tipsy

“It sure was nice of Diavolo to give you this. . . entire case of Demonus, but why did you call? You said it was urgent.” You looked around Raphael’s room. Among his mess of sewing supplies, books, documents, and about a dozen spears, was a large case of a dozen bottles of premium Demonus. Raphael had already gone through two bottles by himself.

“It is urgent. I urgently needed to see you. You can’t expect me to enjoy Demonus this good alone, right?” Raphael flashed one of those handsome grins he kept hidden for special psychological warfare and manipulation, and you knew you were done for.

“I would have taken time to dress better if you had just told me that you wanted a drinking buddy.” You rolled your eyes and plopped down next to Raphael, who was sitting cross-legged on the floor.

“No need. You already look good – good enough to tempt an angel.” He smiled and handed you a glass. He filled your glass half-way with an eerily steady hand. “Hey, MC, have you ever slept with a seraphim?”

“Excuse me?” You were shocked by his bluntness – which said a lot as far as Raphael was concerned.

“Ahaha, just kidding,” he teased, leaning towards you until his shoulder bumped into yours. “Now drink your Demonus. You have to catch up.”

“You do know Demonus doesn’t work on humans, right?”

“Really? Oh no,” Raphael pouted and dropped his head, staring intensely at the glass in his hands. When he popped his head back up, a smile was plastered on his face. “Well, what do you say you get drunk on me instead?”

Raphael crawled over you and straddled your hips. He took a sip of his Demonus, holding it in his mouth, before he dipped down and kissed you. He prodded at your lips with the tip of his tongue until you opened your mouth for him. With that, he pushed some of the Demonus into you, teasing you with his tongue and waiting until you swallowed before he pulled away with a boyish chuckle.

“How was that?” Raphael stared down at you, clearly delighted with his playful antics.

“No one warned me you were a flirty drunk.” You wiped your lips.

“Hey, don’t wipe my kiss off,” Raphael complained and placed another kiss on your lips – this one far more chaste than the previous. Yet, when he pulled back, he had the same content look on his face. “And, of course, they didn’t warn you. Y’know why?”

“Because only Michael and Lucifer can match your tolerance?” you guessed.

“No.” Raphael shook his head, paused, and then tilted it to the side like a confused puppy. “Or yes? But no. The real reason is a secret. A big one. Not even Michael knows it. Wanna know?”

“Are you sure you should be telling me your drunken secrets?” you asked, almost pitying him in his current state.

“Yes. Yes, yes, yes. I wanna tell you most of all.” Raphael leaned down to whisper in your ear. “It’s ‘cause I’ve never felt this way before. You’re the first.”

“Aw, really?” You couldn’t hold back your surprised smile.

“Mhm. I like you so, so much.” Raphael nuzzled into your neck and wrapped his arms around you. He lowered himself until he was comfortably sitting on your lap. With an unusual affection in his voice, he whispered against your skin, “I’ve never wanted to kiss anyone ‘til I met you, and now I wanna kiss you all the time. I wanna kiss you. I wanna. . . I wanna. . .”

Raphael’s words trailed off and gave way to gentle breathing. He had fallen asleep in your lap, clinging to your neck, and whispering sweet nothings in your ear. He was going to be mortified when he woke up, but for now you wanted to cherish this. You held him and pet his fluffy hair until you were ready to get him in his bed.

A/N: requests are still open for a few more minutes if anyone else wants to enter. (rules here) I won't get to all of the SFW requests today, but I may be able to finish them up tomorrow or the day after.

#moss 1 year event sfw #moss 1 year event #gn!mc #anon #requests #raphael #obey me #obey me short fic #I want to ruin him so bad. Sorry.#obey me raphael #raphael x reader #raphael x mc

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betasquadx · 6 months

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Heyyy I Miss seeing sharky things but can you write something about sharky getting jealous of like idk Trent Alexander Arnold (I have a major crush on this guy) flirting with reader not knowing she and sharky are in a secret relationship and he can’t go like “yo why you coming onto my girl” cuz that exposes their relationship, also if you don’t know Trent was in guess the soccer player vid. Also I love your writing ❤️

HEYY!! Love this request & love Trent🤭 He’s so..😻🙈, AHAHA BUT FR, love this request and as I said before im not the greatest at this stuff so sorry if its bad or not what you were expecting<3

Concealed - Sharky

Summary : Trent Alexander-Arnold, a Premier League player, attempts to flirt with you. Despite your efforts to stop it, the person most infuriated by this is Sharky, your partner.

Warnings : SLIGHT smut, very short😭

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Taking a seat in front of the mirror, you got prepared for the video as the makeup artist worked their magic.

It was for the Beta Squad shoot, your hair had already been styled, but just as your makeup was nearly finished, Trent approached you.

Standing by your side, you exchanged greetings as he settled into the chair next to you.

Though you recognized him, as did everyone else, You didn't realize he was flirting until he asked for your number.

Your lips parted slightly, a moment of silence overcoming you. You knew you needed to say no, yet finding the right words to tell him that was what stopped it.

You couldn’t tell him you were in a relationship, especially not with Sharky. So what if you just didn’t say it was Sharky?

A faint chuckle escaped you as you met his gaze, ‘Im actually with someone right now.’ You replied softly.

For a brief moment his eyes widened, before he swiftly apologised to you. Both sharing a laugh, closing the situation.

You were just grateful that it was Trent, because who knows what would’ve happened if it was another guy.

Getting back to the makeup session, a sense of relief washed over you as that moment passed quickly,

however, someone who remained unsettled was Sharky, observing the scene from a distance.

He was furious, but how could he be? He held his head in his hands, thinking it was time to make your relationship public following that.

Glancing in your direction, he decided to wait until you were both home to discuss it, not wanting to cause a scene.

———

As soon as you both stepped through the front door, Sharky ushered you into the bedroom, his tone serious as he uttered, '’There's something we need to talk about’’.

Sitting next to him on the bed, you offered a hug asking, 'What's wrong baby?'’ His eyes met yours, searching for the right words.

"I think I want us to make our relationship public," he whispered. Your eyes widened, a smile spreading across your face in response to his words.

Giggling, you planted a soft kiss on his cheek, pulling him closer. "What made you change your mind so suddenly?" you uttered, curious about his change in perspective.

He glanced away, a soft chuckle escaping him. "Well... Trent," he replied, causing you to playfully furrow your brow. "He'll be embarrassed once he finds out you're my boyfriend," you joked, trying to lighten the mood. Sharky smiled warmly at your attempt, gently tucking a strand of hair behind your ear before leaning in, kissing you softly.

As you smiled within the kiss, your hand caressing his hair, Sharky, chuckling softly, broke the kiss to meet your gaze. "Once our relationship is public, no one can ever hit on you again," he whispered, gently nibbling on your ear, causing your breath to hitch. With a whimper, you managed to murmur, "Love you..." as his lips trailed down to your neck. "Love you too," he murmured back in a soft tone.

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Probably could’ve been way longer but I didn’t know what to do, maybe smut but you never know🤭

#sharky #beta squad #trent alexander arnold #aj shabeel #king kenny #kingkennytv #niko omilana #chunkz #ndlqz

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porcelana-r0ta · 1 year

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The Curse of Sight

[Part 1] Part 2 [Part 3]

Ao3 Link: [Part 2] (Ao3 link is available only to Ao3 users)

Summary: When Wes Weston meets Tim Drake-Wayne, the dots start connecting. And those dots form a Bat.

Wes wasn’t 100% positive about whether or not Tim was joking when he said to get him a coffee on his next coffee run, but he’s nothing if not a (reluctantly) efficient worker. Well, that, and Jade was always looking for any reason to complain about him, so it’s best to not give her a reason.

So when he’s sent on his daily coffee run the next day, he orders one trenta Death Wish coffee. He even remembers to request blond espresso since that kind has more caffeine than dark.

When he makes his way back to WE, he’s able to slip into the elevator after one of the scientists, who pityingly presses the floor button when Wes asks. He thanks her, and is luckily left alone when she gets off twenty floors before him. Blessedly, no one joins after her, and he’s able to get off at Floor 73 in peace.

He’s immediately assaulted by the caffeine-starved workers just like yesterday, and he luckily doesn’t have to worry about figuring out where to drop off Tim’s coffee, because Rebecca Gray, one of the younger employees who actually treats Wes like he’s human, spills some tea to him, and even presents it in such a way that she’s just helping him with his delivery: “Kid, your mom’s in the Grayson Conference Room with the Waynes and some people from the Board. There was a break-in last night. They’re trying to come up with a press plan. You’ll have to take her and Jade’s order in there. Remember to knock.”

See, Wes didn’t need to know all that. He only needed the last two sentences. But Rebecca is a decent human being who gives other human beings basic human respect, even if they are lowly interns that double as unwilling nepo-babies. He appreciates that about Rebecca.

“Thanks,” he tells her, and she doesn’t ask questions about why he has three coffees left instead of two.

“No problem,” she chirps, then rubs her hand roughly through his hair. He has a free hand now, so he swats at her, but she’s already frolicking off to her cubicle. Probably to make memes and then come up with a pitch to his mom on why they should be posted on the Wayne Enterprises official Twitter.

They were good memes. Wes liked them, anyway. But he’s not sure it’d be very PC of a corporation to post a supposedly “joke” Tweet about giving one million dollars to the first person to kill the Joker and provide proof.

Wes walks over to the conference room and knocks on the solid mahogany. A few seconds pass, and then a man’s voice calls out, “Come in.”

Wes opens the door to a group of men and women in suits that are more expensive than any amount of money he will ever have in his bank account at one time surrounding a table that overlooks a flat screen TV. He’s quick to spot his mom and Tim, and unfortunately, quick to spot Jade and Bruce fucking Wayne, who’s, you know, the fucking Batman.

Wes sweeps his gaze away and smiles nervously, hoping he just looks like a dorky intern who is scared to piss off the Actual Big Boss™. “I have coffee,” he offers, raising the coffee holder a bit higher, as if they couldn’t see from where it was.

“Thank you, Wes,” his mom says, and he takes that as his cue to enter in farther, distributing the coffee first to his mom, then Jade (who glares at him, ugh), and finally, Tim, who takes it with a look of surprise that forces his eyebrows up his forehead.

“It’s got every shot of espresso they can legally sell,” he tells him, an anxious smile tugging at his lips a little too hard. He is so stressed right now.

Tim takes a sip, and then says with the expertise of an addict, “This is blond espresso.”

“Blond has more caffeine, so….”

Tim looks at him with wide eyes, “You are a coffee god.”

“Ahaha, I’m just the intern,” he says tightly, feeling Bruce Wayne’s gaze bore holes into him. He wonders if anyone else can feel it when he’s just Brucie, or if he’s only noticing because he knows. “Anyway, I’m just gonna….” He gestures to the door, and as he does so, his eyes catch on the screenshot displayed on the wide flatscreen TV.

It’s clearly been pulled from security cameras, and police have definitely already had a look at it (and the Bats, obviously) if the Waymes are letting the PR team look at it. The camera is surprisingly clear—or maybe not, given the Waynes’ nightlife—and has been zoomed in, so Wes can make out the villain in all their suited up glory, Kevlar(?) and green mask and all, and even their laptop that’s hooked up to some scientist’s desktop computer (if Wes had to wager a guess, anyway). There’s also a shadow behind the villain, indistinct but invariably human. Probably Batman right before interrupting the villain.

Batman’s definitely smart enough to avoid showing a picture of himself in a cape and cowl to his closest coworkers while in his Brucie persona.

Huh. That’s odd: the laptop is covered in distinctive stickers. He can even read one of the stickers that quotes an old but widely known fanfiction: “Why couldn’t Satan have made me less beautiful?”

Well, that’s a stupid move. Why go through the trouble of having a whole entire super villain costume made if you’re just going to pull out your personalized laptop? What a dumbass. If Wes were a villain, he’d at least be smart enough to have two laptops: one for business and one for personal use.

And God, not the My Immortal quote. Embarrassing, really. (And, honestly, a little intimidating. Talk about having no shame!)

Oh, well. It’s not his business. He’s not the super intelligent, super paranoid vigilante. The Bats can figure this one out, thank you very much.

He walks out of the conference room and rushes to Rebecca’s cubicle, throwing his body onto the stool that he’d brought over one day while helping make memes and then never removed.

“Rebecca, guess what.”

Rebecca jumps, choking on her iced latte. “Christ, kid, what?”

“You have to guess!”

“Uh, I dunno, Jade said that she’s sorry for being a bitch?”

“Maybe when the Bats make friends with the Joker,” he says, and she snorts.

“Wow, already picking up on the Gotham lingo,” she compliments.

“I had my first mugging a week ago. I think that counts for me being a Gothamite, right?”

“Maybe after your first big time villain attack, kid.” She shakes her head at him, then asks, “Okay, so what is it?”

“They had some security camera screenshot in the conference room,” he tells her excitedly. “The villain who broke in was on it. They had this laptop to hack some computer, and—God, this is hilarious—they had a My Immortal sticker on their laptop.”

Rebecca’s face flushes in delight and abhorrence all at once, “Holy outdated Internet references, Batman, you’re kidding.”

“I’m absolutely not, Rebecca!” he insists. “I saw it, clear as day! Brucie Wayne doesn’t skimp on his security. It was right there in print: Why couldn’t Satan make me less beautiful?”

“Dear God.” She shakes her head, then asks, “Aren’t you a little young to know the sacred texts?”

“You’re never too young for culture, Rebecca.”

She nods sagely, “You have a point, kid. You have a point.” She clears her throat. “Hey, do you wanna help me with a project?”

“What kind of project?”

“A pitch to your mom to convince her to get Wayne Enterprises an official TikTok account. It’s criminal that we don’t have one yet! Did you know that the New York City branch has one? We’re the headquarters! Why don’t we have one? It doesn’t make any sense!”

It’s Wes’s turn to nod, “Yes, that is a grievous mistake. We need to make social media amends, and quickly. Before someone becomes a social media villain and attacks corporations that don’t have TikToks.”

“You’re being sarcastic—”

“I’m really not—”

“But you shouldn’t joke about that in Gotham because it’ll happen if you speak it.”

Wes wants to laugh that notion off as paranoia, but then he remembers Desiree.

“Okay, you have a point.” He knocks his hand on her head, “Knock on wood.”

“That’s it, brat. You’re fired from my project.” She sticks her tongue out at him.

“Wait, no. I take it back. I take it back!”

Rebecca spins her swivel chair around, leaning back and humming, “Hmmm, maybe…. But it’ll cost you.”

“I wanna right this social media injustice, Rebecca. Please!”

“Okay, you’ve convinced me. But!” She raises a finger when he looks too excited, “You have to agree to be in the first TikTok.”

Well, now he’s wary.

He wrinkles his nose, “I don’t know about that.”

“Then no social media for you.” Her voice is a taunting singsong, and something in Wes breaks.

“Ugh, fine. I’ll do it.”

An evil, smug grin cracks through Rebecca’s face, and Wes’s stomach curdles. What did he just agree to?

“Excellent,” she says. “Then let’s get started.”

An hour into their project, the meeting in the conference room comes to an end. Wes knows this because it’s when Jade decides to butt her head in his business.

“Weston,” she barks as soon as she sees him crouching next to Rebecca while they debate the merits of “Connecting to the Youth” as a topic for just one slide or multiple. “Stop distracting Rebecca from her work. I need you to deliver a file to IT.”

“Wes isn’t distracting me,” Rebecca politely corrects Jade, even though she shouldn’t because Jade doesn’t like her much, either. “I needed a second opinion on—”

“Another meme?” Jade asks spitefully. “That’s a waste of company time, Reb—”

But Jade is interrupted by the grand appearance of Timothy Drake, who waltzes up and asks, “Something wrong, Mrs. Oswald?”

“Nothing, really.” Jade is quick to become all smiles. “Weston here is just interrupting Rebecca’s fine work.”

“I heard something about a meme?” He raises an eyebrow, and Wes has to smother giggles. Red Robin is standing here, asking after a meme.

“Oh, yes,” Rebecca jumps at the chance to discuss her memes, which are only accepted to be posted on the company Twitter about 25% of the time. She deftly switches from the slideshow tab to Canva, where she has a meme ready to go.

Wes is impressed with her resolve.

“As you can see, sir,” she gestures to the computer, where a meme in the Drake format is shown, but with Batman in his place. Instead of the bottom Batman being accepting of the proposal to the right, both images of Batman are grimacing. “I am using a classic format, but stylized to fit our very own vigilantes. As he is the Batman, he doesn’t really smile, so it’s just the same picture of Batman frowning like an angst lord. The top text reads, ‘When the Batburger is out of jokerized fries,’ and the bottom text reads, ‘But their ice cream machine is running.’”

Batburger is Gotham’s “not like other girls” version of McDonald’s, Wes has discovered.

Tim cracks a laugh at the meme in front of him, and the light dies from Jade’s eyes. Wes feels just a little warmer for it, and not guilty at all.

“That’s pretty good,” he compliments. “You think you could photoshop an ice cream cone on the Batman on the bottom?”

Rebecca lets out a gasp of delight, “Genius! That’s why you’re the CEO, sir!”

Tim laughs, his eyes crinkling, and he says, “Photoshop it in, then send it to Ms. Rolland. I want to see it on WE’s Twitter tonight.”

Rebecca gives a two-fingered salute, then swivels back around to face her computer.

“Wes, can I speak with you for a second? I won’t take long.” Tim may make it sound like a request, but he’s the CEO, so it’s more of an order, and Wes stands on uneasy legs as Jade storms off without a word to her boss.

“Yeah, sure,” he agrees, and follows Tim.

Was I obvious? Do they know that I know? Surely not, right? I mean, I’ve been in Gotham for barely three weeks. Who figures out that kind of thing in that kind of time? Who figures out that someone has figured it out in that kind of time?

Wes is about to work himself into a panic attack when Tim stops at the conference room door and holds it open for him. He gulps. Is Bruce Wayne waiting behind the door to question him? Fuuuuuuck me.

He crosses the threshold and has to hold in a sigh of relief, as well as keep from just straight up collapsing to the ground. No Brucie Wayne. No Batman confrontation.

“W-what did you need to talk about?” Wes asks as Tim steps in after him, the door clicking shut.

Tim pauses to collect his thoughts, then says, “I wanted to ask you about Jade Oswald. She seems… aggressive with her coworkers.”

Peace, I knew thee too quickly.

“She’s just intense,” Wes says, even though he’d kind of like to see Jade get some HR hell rained on her. “And stressed. And I kinda got this job through my mom, so she sees me as this kid who doesn’t deserve to be here when she probably had to, like, work for everything, and I’m just, like, here because my mom wants to keep an eye on me so I don’t get mugged. Again.”

Oh, sure. Great idea! Bring up the mugging! Definitely not suspicious at all! Maybe I would be stupid enough to bring a personalized laptop with me on an intelligence heist.

Tim’s face is concerned. Wes would applaud his acting skills if he wasn’t more stressed than a 15th Century serf in Russia. “Mugged? Are you alright?”

“Oh, yeah, totally. I was rescued by Red Robin. That part was kinda cool, honestly.” Good, good, give him subtle compliments so if he does ever find out, he can remember that you think he’s cool and will hopefully give you pity.

Tim still doesn’t look reassured, and his instinct is to tell him about wacky Amity Park hijinks, like when he joined Fenton’s teen militia to take down Youngblood and save all the adults, but he clamps down on that hard. Don’t talk about Amity to a fucking Bat, you dumbass.

“You’re sure?” His voice is soft and caring, and Wes suddenly feels suffocated.

“U-uh, yeah. I’m sure. I appreciate you asking, though!”

“Of course,” Tim says. “I’ve had my fair share of Gotham scares.”

“I bet,” Wes laughs. This is safer territory. “You grew up here, right? You probably know all the protocol for living here.”

“Ohhh, yeah,” Tim joins him in laughter, his tone fond for the cesspool he knows so well. It’s something only Gothamites have perfected because most people with common sense react with revulsion to this filth they call a city. “Word of advice? Get a gas mask.”

“Mom has that covered, believe me.” Wes scoffs. “Mom went and had mine fitted. I get the concern, but wow.”

“Bruce did the same to me when I first moved in,” Tim says, and Wes doesn’t ask why the Drakes didn’t already have one fitted for him since they were also rich. There’s a reason why Brucie Wayne adopts every black haired child he sees, after all. “That’s just what parents do, I guess.”

The good ones, Wes thinks grimly to himself.

“Haha, yeah. That’s true.” He thinks of Rebecca, then thinks, Well, in for a penny…. “Hey, me and Rebecca were wondering—why doesn’t Wayne Enterprises have a TikTok?”

Tim blinks, caught off guard, then answers, “Well, we don’t really use social media for traditional advertisement, I suppose. Usually, we do social media sponsorships with influencers…. Huh. I guess I never really thought of it? I know the New York branch has an unofficial account that we haven’t shut down since it’s been rather harmless.”

That makes sense. The teenager who spends his nights parkouring across the rooftops of Gotham is too sleep deprived to remember the marketing potential of TikTok.

“Right,” Wes says. “Well, Rebecca is working on a pitch to my mom about it. She’s, like, super into it. She has at least a dozen scripts written for the first TikToks she wants to post, and has a bunch of emails drafted to get some departments in on it. She says it’s important to humanize a company before posting ads so we have an audience who is sympathetic to the company. Which, like. Wow. Kinda messed up. But good business tactics.”

“Huh.” Tim blinks again, and Wes is starkly aware of how wired but tired he must be. “Okay. Have Rebecca go ahead and make the account, but keep it private, and film a first TikTok. Send it to me before posting it. I’ll have filming equipment sent down. Work on it with her, yeah?”

“O-okay! I can do that,” Wes agrees. “Are we sending this through email, or…?”

“Right.” Tim nods, then grabs a sheet of paper from a notepad left behind on the conference table. He pulls a pen out from his suit jacket and scribbles something down, tears the page out, and then hands it to Wes.

It’s his work email. And also his personal phone. And Wes knows it’s Tim’s personal phone number because the number has “personal #” written next to it.

Cool cool cool cool cool. No need to freak out. It isn’t like Tucker would kill him to have this opportunity or anything. It isn’t like he has the personal number of the literal Red Robin superhero or anything.

“Oh, thanks!” is all Wes can squeak out, and Tim sends him a charming smile.

“Today was just luck. Text me next time you’re getting coffee so you know where to meet me.”

“Will do!” Wes agrees, and Tim nods, opening the door for Wes to exit, then follows him through.

They say a quick goodbye, and Wes beelines for Rebecca.

“You were in there for a while,” she comments, not looking up from her screen when he collapses onto his stool. She’s currently manipulating a photo of a Batbucks ice cream cone. “Did you two make out? I won’t rat you out. I may be in my twenties but I’m still cool like a teen.”

“No!” Wes blushes redder than his hair. “And that was, like, the lamest sentence ever. You’re lame. I regret scoring a Wayne Enterprises TikTok account for you now.”

This tidbit of knowledge rips Rebecca from her computer screen. “You’re kidding!”

He grins widely, “Nope! Our CEO says that you can go ahead and make an account, but keep it private. He says that he’ll send filming equipment down, and that he wants to personally approve of the video before posting.”

Rebecca lets out a squeal of excitement, “You’re the best intern ever! Does your mom have to send you back to Illinois in August? Are you sure we can’t keep you?”

“Sorry, but I’m in high demand.”

“Clearly. Ugh, you’re a little genius.” She looks at the meme on her screen. “Wow, this is boring now that I know we’ll be getting a TikTok.”

“Tim wants to see it by the end of the day,” he reminds her.

“Eugh. I knooowww, but still. Boring.” She sighs. “Do you think Batman is more of a vanilla or a chocolate kind of guy?”

Before figuring out that Batman was technically one of his Actual Big Bosses™, Wes might have cracked a joke about someone who dresses up in a BDSM fursuit to fight crime having no chance of being vanilla. With his current knowledge, Wes winces, and says, “Oh, vanilla all the way. He doesn’t have the creativity for anything else. I mean, the Bat Signal? The Batmobile? C’mon.”

Rebecca nods like this is totally rational reasoning, “You’re right, you’re right. Besides, I can’t spend the time on changing the ice cream now. Now, we have a TikTok to plan.”

And suddenly, Wes remembers his promise to be in the very first TikTok that Wayne Enterprises posts.

“Oh, no.”

“Oh, yes.”

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