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fatuismooches · 8 months

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Hello! If your requests are open, may I request Akademiya Dottore and Reader where the reader helped design his hair? Like, cut his hair and get him to have the curtain bangs and mullet he has now? I apologize if this is confusing.

Being Zandik’s lover in the Akademiya also meant being a dutiful roommate and his part-time caretaker, because if it weren’t for you, there would be many more occurrences where he skipped meals and lost dozens of hours of sleep. Let’s just say, you were a very persistent person when it came to your boyfriend’s health.

At the very least, he did keep himself presentable. But once he came to terms that you were genuinely trying to help, he left the buying of products like lotion, soap, and shampoo to you, so he wouldn’t have to leave the dorm to purchase such items. This was actually a good thing because you could make him smell however you wanted! Though you don’t want to think about the time you found out he used a 9 in 1 shampoo. (It was banned from the dorm immediately.)

One of the other things you did for Zandik was cutting his hair. Many of his haircuts were done by you, he found it convenient since he could continue to read while you snipped-snipped his locks away. You normally kept it short, so it wouldn’t get in the way of whatever illegal or legal things he wanted to do. But this time, you wondered how long his hair could grow if you didn’t intervene.

And oh, did it grow.

His blue hair was now a little bit past his shoulders, fluffy and curly thanks to your brushing. (The first few times, he had chased you away, but gave in when he found out he liked the feeling of his hair being combed.) Zandik didn’t bother questioning why you let his hair reach this length, he didn’t care much about his appearance unless it was bothering him personally. Until now.

“[Name], give me a haircut,” Zandik’s annoyed voice broke the silence of the room, his notes lying abandoned on the desk as he gave you a vexed look, pushing a lock of hair behind his ear. You giggled, pushing away your homework that was definitely due the next day in favor of your lover.

“Oh? You’re not enjoying the long hair anymore?”

“It’s grown to be inconvenient,” he muttered. “It’s so long, sometimes blood gets matted in it.” You had to hold back a snicker at that complaint. As to why Zandik simply didn’t tie it up, well, for some reason, he doesn’t like doing that. Oh, but you do wonder how he managed to get blood in his hair. Usually, he’s more careful than that with his subjects. Guess it was indeed time for a haircut. “And these bangs, they get in the way of my eyes. It’s hindering my research,” he huffed.

“Alright, alright, I’ll cut it,” you chuckled. You just wished you had some sort of device that could capture his current look forever. It was just so adorable to see Zandik with a mop of fluffy long hair.

After you had set up the area with a towel and a mirror, you got your scissors and comb ready (unfortunately Tevyat didn’t have any better tools.) Zandik already had his attention placed on a hefty ancient book, and you began to move the scissors to a tuff of hair.

Snip. The fluff ball flew down to the floor. And that was when you paused. All of this hair was really going to be gone soon. Which was a shame, considering it was really growing on you. But then an idea popped into your head.

“Hey Zandik,” you said, propping your arms on his shoulders, “What if I gave you a different haircut?” A few seconds of silence passed and you couldn’t contain a grin as Zandik’s red eyes flicked up from his book to stare at you through the mirror you had placed in front of you two.

“Is this why you didn’t bother cutting my hair for so long? I don’t recall being asked to be part of your little experiment.”

“Well, it’s not like you were that much of an unwilling participant. If you truly hated it, you would have made me cut it a long time ago, no?” Zandik scoffed and you took it as a sign it wasn’t a flat-out no.

“Come on! You’ve had that same haircut for years, it’s time to spice things up a bit,” you insisted. “It’ll look so good, promise,” you pouted, going as far as to press your cheek against his scowling face. He let out a sigh but you already knew he was going to agree. It’s the intuition you got from years of dealing with him.

“Fine. Do as you like,” he grumbled, giving you authority over the direction his hair would be now, as he returned his attention to the book. “As long as it is something decent.” You silently cheered.

You had a faint vision of what you wanted, but you had to be cautious of the snip-snipping. Maybe you should start with the bangs first. Instead of the hair falling on his forehead, you wanted to clear that area and make two long bangs to the side of his face instead. Convenient, Zandik’s favorite, and pretty too, your favorite! And so you got to work, clipping and cutting around. But it seemed like your human experiment was more interested than you gave him credit for.

“What are you doing?”

“You’ll see.” Zandik let out a discontented noise but allowed you to proceed. You found it amusing how his eyes were flickering up to you every now and then to assess your progress. And soon enough, you had done it! Two long, blue locks of hair now bordered your boyfriend’s face, parted from the middle of his forehead. Even Zandik seemed to be satisfied with your work.

But still… it felt like there was something missing. It needed a little something else, to make it a bit unique. Perhaps if you just changed the length of one… you brought the scissors closer to snip off a piece of hair before a hand suddenly grabbed yours.

“Is it not fine this way?” Of course now he has to intervene.

“Well, it is, but… I just think it’ll look better if I just cut one a little bit.”

“I’ve never seen anyone with two differing lengths of bangs,” he frowned. “I remember asking you to present to me a decent haircut, not an outlandish one.”

“That’s because you barely go anywhere besides the dorm, Akademiya, or deep in the forest and desert,” you refuted. “It’s very stylish nowadays!” He didn’t seem much persuaded. “I’ve been cutting your hair for this long, I know what I’m doing, Zandik!”

“You’ve been doing the same haircut for years, I don’t see how that equates to knowledge or experience with other haircuts, [Name],” he rolled his eyes at you. Harmless bickering like this was normal during your Akademiya days.

“Alright, if it looks bad, I will give myself the same uneven cut. Then we’ll be even,” you whined, practically begging for him to give in. “This is very important to your long-time partner, Zandik!” You had a vision and it must be realized!

Before Zandik could let another insult roll off his tongue you made sure to throw your arms around him dramatically and bury your face in his neck, whining out another ‘please’. He stiffened at the sudden contact and you could feel the heat slowly emitting from his body, before he quickly announced his permission.

“Fine then, get on with it idiot.” He could not meet your eyes, but through the mirror, you could see his very slightly flustered face. He still had a hard time accepting physical affection without giving you a few choice words.

“I will!” With no hesitation, you snipped one of his bangs, and now, one curl of hair hovered over his shoulder while the other rested comfortably on his upper chest. And it looked… really good.

“I told you, Zandik. You need to listen to your assistant more often,” you puffed your chest out proudly. Indeed, you didn’t know much about hair, but he didn’t need to know that, and you turned out to be right anyway!

“It’s passable at best,” he remarked, but you had already translated his sour words to that of regular language: it meant that he liked it. Hopefully, now that he’d seen your expertise, the rest of the haircut would go smoothly.

Only that it was the opposite.

“I don’t like how that looks.”

“I’m just parting your hair…”

“Part it the other way.”

“I thought you didn’t care about this,” you heartily laughed and complied with his demands. “You seem more interested in this than me.” Seeing the mad scholar so into what hairstyle he was getting was rather amusing.

“I’m only doing this because I cannot afford for you to mess up, since you want to be so complicated with mere hair. And I don’t need the other scholars talking about me more than they already do.” Zandik wasn’t even trying to fake his keen attention now, the book long discarded on the table. Ah, you did love doing such domestic things with your murderous boyfriend.

It was hard to shave the side of his head, but with your boyfriend’s guidance (who was honestly better with scissors than you for… obvious reasons) you managed to get that part done. And at last, came the hair to the back of his head, which you shaped up easily. The locks of hair rested at the back of his neck and tickled his shoulders. It was long, just as you liked it, but not too long that it would be annoying. And so the haircut was done, with lots of blue locks now lying on the floor surrounding you. Zandik looked like a very different person now, more mature, you think.

“Well, how do you like it? I did quite well, I know,” you hummed running your fingers through his newly formatted locks.

“It’s adequate,” he replied dryly. But it seems like your content smile and gentle hands on him brought out something a bit nicer. “Not bad, indeed.”

“I’m glad you like it, love,” you pecked his forehead before you pulled away, stretching out your body. You didn’t realize how sore you were from all of that until after it was done. And now your body was crying to just collapse in the soft bed and go to sleep. Oh, your homework? Eh… your homework could wait for the morning. You’d just let Zandik do it for you. Speaking of Zandik… it looks like he was already preparing to start getting back into his research and notes again.

“Zandik, I know you’re not thinking of going back to work now,” you sighed. “You’ve been sitting down for hours.” He simply shrugged as if it was no big deal.

“It doesn’t bother me. And I’m busy. During our last expedition, I discovered that…” Out of nowhere, he began to go off into a tangent about something he learned, which you still listened to, because you did enjoy his mini-lectures, but the new haircut especially made him look extra alluring. It was really a good look on him… and now his voice was making you want to fall asleep even more.

“Mhm, that seems quite interesting… but you’ve been pulling all-nighters this whole week. I didn’t forget how you fell asleep in the middle of dismantling a Ruin Drake during that same expedition,” you smiled, a little bit threateningly.

“It was only for a few minutes-”

“And also,” you interrupted. “I do not want to be woken up in the middle of the night during one of your loud eureka moments again, Zandik,” you stated firmly, “Especially not after I just broke my back standing up for so long. Bed. Now. And I will hold your arm hostage if you don’t come.” Normally there would be a long back and forth between the two of you, but it seemed that even Zandik lacked the normal energy to keep up the banter.

And so with enough pulling and tugging, the two of you landed in the bed with utter darkness around. Should you have cleaned up the tufts of hair lying on the towel you placed? Yes, but cuddles and sleep came first. And for someone who moaned and whined about getting into bed with you, after years of being together, Zandik was awfully touchy when it came down to it (in a discreet way, which wasn’t very discreet though.)

Speaking of indiscreetness, your mind was brought to a certain someone who seemed to gain some interest in Zandik a while ago. “Say, Zandik, you should let me know if Sohreh has something nice to say about your new hairstyle,” you teased. “I’m sure she’ll love it.” Zandik let out an immediate groan of annoyance.

“Don’t get me started on that girl,” he clicked his tongue in irritation. “I don’t know how much longer I can handle her.” You thought the whole situation was funny, Zandik thought it was horribly annoying.

“Aww, don’t say that… I’m sure she’ll leave you be eventually,” you giggled, tightening your arms around him while your lover just hmph-ed in response.

“Weren’t you the one who wanted to sleep? Cease this nonsense and rest already.”

“Yeah yeah, I’m doing that now, Mr. Popular,” you rolled your eyes mockingly. “Good night, Zandik,” your tone turned softer at that last statement, as you pressed a kiss to his chest before fluttering your eyes shut.

“Yes, good night, [Name],” the scientist returned the farewell in an unusually soft tone as well, only after you were fast asleep though.

The two lovers had a rather restful sleep that night.

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minkkumaz · 10 months

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OUR WICKED LOVE

your history with love was a little evil, causing you to aid to your own broken heart. when you finally stray away from the dating scenes, popular boy myung jaehyun asks you out. however, you don't know if he's being truly sincere.

PAIRING myung jaehyun x fem!reader WC 3.1k TAGS fluff. angst. popular boy jaehyun. he needs better friends. reader has fear of heights. misunderstandings. OMI NOTE inspired by queen yena but i might've put shame on her name cuz idk if i like this or not. too tired to proofread, and too tired to care.

love had always been extremely evil. a forbidden force that always ended with you, a broken heart, and multiple wet tissues crumpled up in the trash. you weren’t perfect, but every boy you’ve ever loved taught you a valuable lesson. don’t let the next one fuck you over.

and while your list of lovers wasn’t long, you’d never let it define you; considering many in your grade were already stupid enough to waste their firsts. each boy that seemed to be the one that would sweep you off your feet, left you disappointed and still painfully single.

the never - ending yearning to feel something was simply ignored however, as you decided not to try as hard for your senior year. there wasn’t much of a point on wasting it away on someone you couldn’t guarantee the rest of your life with.

despite this, he made your heart skip a beat, maybe two. it was only last year that he had transferred, and many girls couldn’t keep their gazes off of him.

myung jaehyun, the captain of the sports team, was what could only be described as pretty boy eye candy. talented in multiple departments, and had crazy amounts of energy. most of it sounded too good to be true, but you still admired him a lot.

envisioning someone like him with somebody like you was a difficult task though. he wasn’t normally in the dating scene, so you gave up on the romantic idea.

school rolled around after a long summer. the trees bloomed fragrant flowers that sometimes fell onto the pavement, only to get ran over by passerbys. mornings like these you always got to school a little earlier than usual. first days always excited you.

when you finally arrived at the familiar building, there were big banners and booths for incoming freshman, making you smile. just a little years back you walked into the gates completely clueless. however now was not a time to reminisce, as you were too distracted to see where you were going.

you tripped over your feet, colliding with the person in front of you in the process. hands quickly flew to your side to stablize you so you wouldn’t fall. as you were back up, you quickly bowed and apologized, earning a chuckle from the victim you accidentally fell on.

“it’s okay, be more careful next time, alright?” he spoke in a voice that you remember distinctly, making you shoot your head up to be met with him.

“ah– myung jaehyun! i’m so sorry.” you felt embarrassed before he pat you on the back. “don’t worry about it. you’re y/n, right?” jaehyun questioned, squinting to analyze you a bit more. the sudden attention made you even more nervous than you already were.

“yes, i’m y/n. how did you– how did you know that exactly?” he read the confused expression on your face before cracking a smile.

“you dated that popular senior last year, didn’t you?”

“wow so everyone remembers me from that? he wasn’t my smartest decision.” you laughed, feeling anxiety bubble up in your stomach.

“maybe not, you dropped on the grade list after you guys went public. i only know that because my friend was dying to beat you all year.” he put his hands into his pocket, looking around to see if he could spot his friend.

“i’ll make my comeback this year, now that i’m in books and not his bedroom watching him play valorant.” you scoffed, feeling slightly more competitive.

“i’m sure my friend will be very happy to hear that then.” he joked a bit, “well um, i guess i’ll see you around, y/n.”

you nodded him off, waving a small goodbye before watching him go towards a sports booth. the interaction left you very confused and a little sheepish. your first interaction with the cute boy and you were falling into him.

the best thing to do was ignore it for now, and maybe avoid him for the rest of your life to prevent yourself from humiliation. putting your best foot forward (not the one you tripped over), you walked into the school to find your home room.

it wasn’t difficult, considering you knew the school like the back of your hand at that point. there were a few people that littered the desks, wearing identical uniforms as you did. you sat yourself down at an empty seat, fixing your skirt appropriately.

the atmosphere was quiet despite the loudness from outside, it was still quite early so the first bell wouldn’t ring for another hour. to busy yourself, you pulled a book from your backpack. the hardcover made a quiet noise as you placed it on the desk softly, flipping through the worn pages.

you were immersed in the story at hand, barely noticing how quickly time flew by and how crowded the classroom became. quiet laughter and desks moving around became background noise as your eyes scanned the pages. you wished you had taken note of where all this noise came from, before there was a tap on your shoulder.

“hey, y/n, can i ask you something?” it was jaehyun. he never spoke to you until this morning, and suddenly he was coming back for more? his friends laughed behind him in the background, trying to shut eachother up.

“of course.. what’s up?” you asked suspiciously.

“i was wondering if maybe you wanted to go out sometime? i know we met kind of rocky but you seem pretty cool.” he rolled back and forth on his heels, awaiting a response of some sort.

“oh– um, you want to go out? when were you thinking?” you asked shyly.

“next weekend? the fair is in town and i think it would be fun to take you and get to know you. if you’re down, you know. it’s sudden but a bunch of people from school are going so we could spend the day together.”

any form of words felt like they were suddenly stripped from your throat. you mind told you it was a bad idea, and that it was way too soon. but your heart was telling you yes.

“that sounds nice jaehyun. i’d love to go with you.” you smiled fondly in which he mirrored, handing out his phone for you to input your number. after punching it in, he walked back to the group of his friends to show them your name in his contact lists.

when the school day passed by, you got a moment to properly reflect on what had happened. the myung jaehyun thought your one minute interaction was interesting enough to willingly hang out with you. the same jaehyun that had girls dropping like flies and shoving miscellaneous gifts and letters in his face.

it felt like a prank, some twisted shit that only immature school boys would pull to mess with poor hearts. yet that wasn’t the reputation that jaehyun put out, so you didn’t give it another thought.

the two weeks came and went, but in between it felt like forever. counting down the days that you get to officially hang out with him. but in this time you got to know him more, so in the end, the wait didn’t even matter.

sometimes during class he’d pull his desk by yours and talk to you forever until the bell rang and he had to scurry back. he’d shoot you glances or funny faces everytime the teacher had their back turned, making you bite your lip to hold back a laugh.

jaehyun made sure to take care of you too, despite not knowing you for long. he had some sort of motherly instinct, asking if you had eaten or if you’ve been sleeping instead of studying all night. and afterwards, he’d use the excuse that he didn’t want you to die from starvation or lack of rest before he had the chance to hang out with you.

moments like those made you blush, swallowing back any doubt that he wasn’t sincere in wanting to be around you. his friends definitely made an impression that they thought you were lame, but he was different.

through all of this you started to like him, picking up on the small things that happened. how he would laugh too hard he had to grip onto your hand to keep himself from falling over; in which he’d forget to let go. or when he gave you big hugs whenever you helped him understand a stupid grammar question.

maybe you liked him a lot, just after you swore off relationships the school year. after all, your heart moved quicker than your brain.

these thoughts buried your head as you got ready to leave your house, using your phone camera to make any further adjustments to your appearance. you wore pretty jewelery that complimented the outfit you were wearing. overall, you felt confident that this night would go good. it was almost impossible for him to awkward.

it didn’t take long for a text notification to pop up on your screen, jaehyun telling you he was outside. after one final look you tied your shoes and left to his car parked in front of your house. your proximity grew closer and he waved at you from an open window.

“hey, y/n! you look good.” he unlocked the doors, allowing you in.

“thank you.. you look good too!” you complimented back trying to seem casual.

“i’m flattered, but that’s all you. i hope you’re excited.” he brushed it off, starting down the road.

“haha yeah um– i’ve never really been to a fair before so this is my first time.”

“oh shit really? we have to go on the ferris wheel the view is really nice from up there!” he suggests.

“ferris wheel? is now a good time to tell you that i’m deathly afraid of heights? last time i went on one i almost passed out!” the mere thought made you shiver.

“come on, what if i hold your hand or something? i won’t let you fall off i promise.” his offer made you blush.

“maybe i’ll think about it.” you mutter while sinking down into your seat.

the two of you maintained a steady conversation on the short car to the fair. fun lights crowded your vision the closer you got, blurring together to create one big mush of colors in the night. people walked around with popcorn, cotton candy, and numerous prizes.

the scents filled your nose as you got out of the car. jaeyhun walked alongside you, pointing out all of the best rides.

“only crazy people go on that ride, it’s totally insane! looks sketchy too.” he shook his head, “the more tame ones are the few roller coasters, gravity ride, and of course, the ferris wheel.”

“i still don’t know if i wanna go on that one! i promise i’ll try everything else.”

“once you get up there and see the skyline, it’ll be beautiful. trust me.”

“okay okay i’ll go, only if you’re right next to me.” you sigh.

“good! let’s go meet up with my friends first and see what their plan is, and we can go.” he leads you through the crowd, searching around for his group. it was difficult in such a busy environment, but he called out their names loudly once he spotted them. they waved the two of you over as you followed behind.

“jaehyun! hey!” his friends called him over.

“whats up guys? me and y/n just got here, we weren’t around for long.” jaehyun grinned, fixing his hair from the slight wind.

“y/n?”

you poked out from behind jaehyun and waved. the relationship between you and his friends wasn’t great yet, they didn’t seem to like you at all.

“jaehyun can we talk to you in private for a second? just us dudes you know..” one of them spoke quieter into his ear. “yeah, uh.. y/n you wait here, we’ll be back.” jaehyun knew what they were going to ask him, and he dreaded it.

once the group was out of your vision, one of them spoke up sounding agitated.

“dude when are you break her heart? the dare wasn’t supposed to go this far.”

“i know i’m– i’m going to do it i promise.” jaehyun muttered.

“you better. just ditch her on the ferris wheel or something so we can go hang out without her dragging onto you.”

“i can’t leave her on the ferris wheel, that’s fucked. she’s afraid of heights.” jaehyun tried to argue.

“that’s not our problem. she’s lame and we didn’t even want her around in the first place. it was supposed to be a joke.”

“exactly, just leave her.”

not every popular student could be exactly whole - hearted, and because of this jaehyun wasn’t sure he was with the right crowd. their words stung his heart, knowing he’d have to get rid of you eventually. he was too deep into this stupid friend group that he didn’t want to risk leaving it all.

initially, it was an innocent conversation of who would do the worst dare. but then you became an unknowing victim of their game. get the girls number, make her like you, then shatter her idea of love. it sounded less dramatic at first, but he was too deep into it once he finished the first two steps.

jaehyun didn’t want to hurt anybody, at first he thought that since he barely knew you, it’d be okay right?

wrong.

the more time he spent with you, the more he started to genuinely like you. he suppressed the idea of hurting you until it was too late. now he was running back to you with a huge smile on his face. underlying something much more disappointed.

“hey, sorry about that! let’s go on the ferris wheel, yeah?” jaehyun turned your body around swiftly, and leaded you with his hands on your shoulders. the line wasn’t very long, so surely it wouldn’t be awhile until you got up.

“i can do this, i can do this.” you attempted to hype yourself up as you neared closer to the front.

“it will be fine trust me! i’m just gonna throw away my trash real quick and i’ll run back in line, okay?” he was lying.

“hurry please! theres only a few people left and they’re not letting anyone leave the line.”

“i will!” he crouched under the chain holding together the lines and ran to his group of friends, taking a look back to make sure you weren’t paying attention to him.

jaehyun’s stomach tightened as he watched you enter by yourself, calling out his name frantically. his friends pat his back, laughing at your reaction.

“jaehyun!” your breath quickens as the operator closes the middle bar. “please sir, let me off my friend was supposed to go on with me!”

“sorry kid, we have to keep everything running.”

the wheel started going and you panicked, anxiety beginning to run through your veins. you kept calling out for jaehyun, but there was no point. you scooted yourself as far into the back of the seat and blinked back the hot stream of tears running down your face.

through your hazy vision you barely saw him in the crowd before you got too far up. he was with all of his friends as they watched you freak out in mid air.

feeling betrayed was an understatement. but you couldn’t focus on your anger when you were going to have a panic attack. the higher you got, the heavier you breathed. your hands felt sweaty as you gripped onto the bar that held you in.

maybe the skyline was as beautiful as he said it was, your eyes were wired closed, unable to tell.

you drowned out any other noise, focusing on the creaking of the metal bars as you circled around. once voices became a little more clear, and your feet hit the ground, you opened your eyes and watched the operator lift up your bar and let you out.

your legs felt shaky as you stepped to the side, settling yourself on a bench. jaehyun came running towards you, seeing your tear stained face and balled fists.

“y/n! holy shit i– i’m so sorry i didn’t want to–”

“what the fuck is this, jaehyun? you force me to face my biggest fear just to ditch me for your friends?” you choked out, wiping your face with your sleeve.

“it was a dare, y/n.” “what?”

“i was dared to ask you out.” he admit, staring at the floor.

“so this was just one sick joke? you talked to me for two weeks straight then planned to blow me off the first time we hung out?” your face burned up.

“at first it was but–”

“i should’ve known better. i’m never falling in love ever again.” you cursed, getting up to leave him before he grabs your wrist and yanks you towards him.

“wait y/n!”

“what the hell?!” you yell trying to break away from him, “this isn’t funny jaehyun let me go–”

you couldn’t even process what was happening before his lips were on yours. the kiss enveloped you with a warmth much greater than the one burning in your heart. in that moment you felt your stomach dropping, yet feeling too guilty to indulge in it.

when he pulls away, you stare at him with shock and fresh tears welling in your eyes.

“why would you do that jaehyun.. you already hurt me.” you cry, attempting to get away from him while he held you still.

“because i don’t care about the stupid dare anymore. through all of that bullshit i started to like you a little more than i thought i would. so please, don’t run away.” he confessed, “you can hate me all you want, y/n. i deserve it. just know that there was a point where i stopped pretending.”

“what about your friends i thought–”

“i don’t care about my friends at this point, y/n. they weren’t good influences on me anyways. introduce me to your friends for all i care, i want something real. something like you.”

“you’re not just saying that, right?” you hesitated before he kissed you again, this time you kissed him back.

“do you believe me now?”

“maybe a little bit, but you still hurt my feelings jaehyun!” you pout, relaxing yourself in his grip.

“and i’ll work forever to forgive you. let me take you on an official date, yeah?” he let go of you, letting his hands trail to yours.

“you’re lucky you make my heart melt, myung jaehyun.”

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haee-elia · 7 months

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spence-tober: day 10 - drummer

pairing: drummer!spencer reid x fem!reader

summary: in which you are tasked with the impossible: getting through a photoshoot without combusting at the sight of the very hot drummer, spencer reid

word count: 1467

warnings: reader is down bad for spencer and a little bit horn-knee

spence-tober masterlist

Sometimes your job was hard, really hard. Working as a freelance photographer you took whatever job you were offered, starting fresh out of college with an expensive degree.

Working at weddings and dealing with bride-zillas and the occasional groom-zilla often exasperated you.

Working at children’s birthday parties with parents who wanted to capture every single moment of their kid’s lives, happy or unhappy, often had you dealing with bratty kids or equally as bratty parents.

But you’ve never had this much difficulty staying professional during a shoot you were hired to do. You had gotten the call about this gig just last week and had to work around their availability, not yours.

It was a small but rather popular band that was about to release their newest album and go on their own self imposed road tour which meant they had a lot of promotional shoots and other to do before they hit the road.

And it wasn’t that they were bratty or egotistical or wouldn’t cooperate with your artistic vision and directions for the pictures. No, that would be, in fact, easier than the dilemma you are faced with now.

You could not take your eyes off the very handsome drummer of the band, Spencer Reid.

From the moment you walked into their studio where they had set up a space for the photoshoot, you found your eyes kept wandering over to the drummer who sat in the back, at his drumset. Even with him sitting down, he still sat tall and to you, he was like a beacon calling you from every area of the room.

You had tried to focus and take pictures of the keyboard player, Penelope. You had even turned your back to Spencer while directing a few photos for Jennifer, the bassist.

But nothing. Nothing. Could get you to forget his lingering presence and you were dreading this very moment.

After finishing with the solo shots of the rest of the band, Penelope, Jennifer, Emily, and Derek, you were only left with getting individual pictures of Spencer before moving onto the group shots.

You thought you could harness all the strength you had and simply focus on getting this gig done and move on, but of course, it couldn’t be that simple.

Your brain simply combusted when Spencer twirled his drumsticks between those long fingers of his.

With the band’s busy schedule, the only time you could come and take photos was right after one of their practices, so his brown mop of hair was slick to his head with sweat and as he banged on the drum set, his pink tongue would peek out from his mouth and dart around his lips to keep them wet.

It was infuriating.

Suddenly, you were incredibly glad you had already shirked off the white button up that was sitting on your shoulders prior. It only left you in a simple black halter top, but it kept you from visibly getting hot.

“What’s next?” Spencer asked, knocking you out of your fantasy world and back into reality.

You put your camera down from your face and looked him in the eyes. Big mistake.

With all the lights in the studio, his eyes gleamed with excitement and happiness. His face is filled with smile lines and creases and sometimes you can even make out a dimple here and there.

You cleared your throat, “What?” You question, confused. God, you hoped you didn’t just completely daydream and make it entirely obvious you had the hots for the lanky drummer.

“What do you want me to do next?” He elaborated.

“Oh,” You said, your cheeks reddening a tiny bit, “Um,” You think on it, “What about a drum solo?” You ask.

He seems surprised. “A drum solo.” Spencer repeats, nodding his head before looking down at the drum set and hesitating. His hands stutter and fiddle with the drumsticks, unsure of his next move.

“Don’t you do drum solos at your shows?” You ask, seeing how uncertain he is. You hadn’t ever been to one of the band’s local gigs before and now you’re not sure how you could take watching Spencer in action. You might actually implode if you do.

Spencer shakes his head and chuckles, scratching the back of his head with his hand, “I actually tend to leave the solos to everyone else.”

You bite your lip and think, after all, you should still try to get the best photos and be professional.

“Well,” You think, “What if you just play me a song?” You offer.

“Just drums?” He asks, intrigued by your request.

You nod, positioning the camera back up to your face, “Just drums.”

Spencer visibly takes a deep breath and readies himself before gently starting out slow on the drums. Like the other photos, you don’t have time to listen to the music being played all that much. You mostly focus on the look, the lighting, and the quality of the photos you are getting.

Through your camera lens, zoomed up to Spencer’s playing you watch and make careful note of how carefree and gentle he is. You can tell how his brain is churning out the next move and the next and next, perfecting orchestrating a beautiful melody.

He continues on for the next few minutes and you change your position around the room a few times. When you do so, you can see his eyes tracking you around the room and he subtly shifts his body to give you a better angle. You don’t get too close to him, letting the zoom lens do its job and just simply focus the camera better onto the face and hands of Spencer.

The drumset is blocking the rest of his body, but you get some really good photos of his expressions and how his eyes sparkle in the studio light with satisfied with the sounds of the beats coming off the drums.

As the song comes to a close, you pull the camera away from your face and simply just listen to the waves of the end of the music. Now looking back at it, the whole song seemed strangely familiar.

“Was that Vivaldi’s Winter?” You question, a curious gleam in your eye.

Spencer tucks his drum sticks away in his back pocket and stands up from the seat, facing you, “Yeah,” He replies with an animated smile, “It is. You recognized it?”

You nod and chuckle a bit, “I play classical music on my record player when I edit photos.” You inform him, “The Four Seasons is a favorite of mine.”

“Mine too!” Spencer tells you in a happy tone, “My mom used to play classical music all the time. I’ve never been able to play any string instruments, but I’ve found that most music can translate very well with only one instrument.”

“It sounded great,” You compliment him, “You kept the main body of the piece, but with the snare and cymbals, it became a bit more modern.”

Spencer looks at you, excited in the prospect of conversing more, but before he can say anything, a cough comes from behind the two of you.

“Ahem!” A not so subtle cough rang throughout the studio. It’s Derek, one of the other members of the band.

Jennifer, the bassist, has a knowing smile on her face and looks at Spencer curiously, “How about group photos now?”

You both blush, having been caught up in the moment and now you realize that your little crush on Spencer hasn’t exactly flown under the radar. You nod and instruct everyone towards their instruments.

Continuing to take more photos, you try to let your eyes stray away from Spencer and be professional. Two songs later, you’ve gotten all the shots you’ve needed and you tell them so. They invite you to their final gig before they leave town for their road tour and you accept, grateful.

Before leaving, you shake everyone’s hands and when it comes to Spencer, you try not to freak out. Your hand, thankfully, isn’t clammy or slick with sweat, but your heart is pounding in your chest and you gently take his hand in yours, giving a nice shake before regretfully retracting from your hand’s embrace.

With a red face, you leave the studio with a promise of seeing them perform live soon and return to your apartment where you already get started on editing the photos for them.

You’re on one of Spencer’s when you get an email. It’s a great picture, one from his solo session on the drums. You actually don’t have to fix much, just tone down the lights and fix the hues.

When you look down on your phone, you get a cat-like smile on your lips.

It’s an invitation to travel as the band’s photographer.

#criminal minds #criminalminds #spencer reid #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid au #spencer reid fanfic #dr. spencer reid #criminal minds fluff #criminal minds fic #dr. spencer reid x fem!reader #dr. spencer reid x you #dr. spencer reid

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williamkisser · 9 days

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🐟> A Poem Worth of Remembering: Orpheus x reader

[🎣] word count: 1371

[🎣] warnings: g/n reader, fic turning into headcanons, fluffy, ooc Orpheus, i don’t even write for him ⚰️⚰️

[🎣] author’s note: Lord… it’s been SO much time since my last fic. I’m very sorry for the break since so much stuff happened both in real life as well as here (rip in piss, williaml0ver account </3) I originally had slightly diffrent plans for my comeback post yet i simply couldn’t miss this wonderful opportunity. Happy birthday to my AMAZING POOKIE which i dedicate this fic to! Thank you for being the first person to welcome and support me on here:)

EVERYBODY SAY HAPPY BIRTHDAY @fishermanshook @octopaii !!

Ah…?

You slowly woke up after what it seems like a long nap. Nobody would be surprised, however! Who WOULDN’T be tired after such a romantic date? Oh yes… you get it now. Earlier today, your dear long time boyfriend, the novelist Orpheus took you into a forest near Oletus Manor - you felt slightly confused until you noticed a big table and two chairs with fancy carvings on them, surrounded by many roses and carefully placed decorations. That’s how he wanted to celebrate the birthday of the love of his life, in solitude and peace. He truly appreciated privacy.

Orpheus, surprisingly, never was the type of person who’d be very extravagant, despite the funds from his art certainly made him one of the wealthier people in the manor. Whenever your birthday was approaching, you’d wake up to a breakfast in bed, with thoughtful note attached. Later that day, you’d receive a trinket, such as a small necklace, sometimes even a special poem. He’s someone who wants to make his partner feel special all the time, not only on some occasions, hence the birthday gifts were never exactly all over the place, lavish gestures, not like if you mind, of course. What was possibly be the reason for this exception today?

Whatever the cause was, you felt flabbergasted. A nice, warm noon you could spend with your boyfriend. It was all yours, you could discuss everything, not worrying he’d go away to focus on his work. Today it’s all about you. You’ve spend so much time together, simply talking about worries, hopes, thoughts… life, at some point you both didn’t even notice a few hours already passed. Well, they say, if you don’t feel the time passing, you must be very happy. That was indeed true. After all, you decided to head back. As much as you wish this moment could last forever, you kept feeling sleepier with each moment. You insisted on helping him clean the place, but he assured you not to worry about it. The novelist took your hand and leaded you to your dorm while gently caressing your palm. You couldn’t even feel the butterflies in your stomach anymore, yawn after yawn, your replies to him kept getting less specific and detailed.

Even the sunshowers peaking through windows couldn’t awake your senses. Orpheus whispered sweet nothings into your ears before nicely tucking you in, leaving the room after giving you a small peck on both of your cheeks. You had no idea that when he closed the doors, he instantly began completing his secret plan.

A performance.

Oh yes… few minutes after waking up you started slowly gaining consciousness again. You’re feeling awfully nasty after sleeping in your prettiest clothes, but it was all worth it, wasn’t it? One way or another, you got up and took a sip of water to ease your dry throat. You couldn’t help but notice a pink card laying on the table. It wasn’t there before. Picking it up, you noticed something strange - it’s an acting performance leaflet, a very fancy one too. Seems like it’s also been scented, the smell of vanilla is very refreshing. But who are the actors? As far as you remember, there are no actors in the manor… well… at least REAL actors… who would be performing? Surprisingly enough, the stage is marked for today, just in like… an hour? You felt actually intrigued - the information given were too vague to figure the theme out, until… hold on! Looking at the bottom of the card, you notice it stating that there’s a special invitation… on top of that, you’d recognize this handwriting everywhere.

You quickly connected the dots. The small description talking about the plot of this play is strangely similiar to one of your boyfriend’s novels. He specifically mentioned he based the main characters on him and you. The realization hits you almost instantly. Orpheus brought one of his novels to life for your birthday. Jesus. You frantically started putting on some elegant clothing, making a huge mess in your wardrobe at the same time. We’ll take care of that later. Either way, seems like Orpheus carefully considered every possible obstacle, as you waking up too late, for example. Just when you were about to decide which shoes to wear, you heard knocking on your door. Strangely, when you opened it, no one was standing in front of them. Or so it seems?

🎣

🐟 Orpheus would send Robbie to lead you to the event. He didn’t specify the place where the performance will be happening. He’s got it all planned.

🐟 The axe boy is wearing a small, green suit with a red bow tie. He looks adorable!

🐟 Robbie doesn’t waste any time and keeps pointing at the huge grandfather clock to remind you to hurry. When you’re ready, he holds your hand and begins to lead you. You have to keep leaning so you can reach his hand. Feels uncomfortable to bend this way, but hey, at least now you know where to go.

🐟 To be frank, you were convinced the stage will be placed somewhere in the manor, but little did you know. You gave Robbie a confused stare when he kept walking towards a forest. His silence wasn’t helping you, either. You wouldn’t complain that much if you knew what’s coming next. Your heart nearly dropped when instead of avoiding that one scary cave, you were forced to enter it. Are you getting abducted?

🐟 You decided to not question Robbie anymore, however, you really wanted to. When you saw that the particular corridor you were in was divided by a huge underground lake. In order to get to the other edge, you had to use the boat. What’s worse, you noticed two silhouettes already standing on it. Robbie kept leading you there. Closer and closer. My God. It’s over.

🐟 While entering the boat, you’ve already repeated a few prayers in your mind and apologize to everyone who’s been ever hurt by you. But, to your surprise, the two new faces were actually very, VERY familiar. The man holding the oars was wearing a long cape. Yet, when he turned around, everything clicked. It was all Orpheus’ plan. Turns out the scary and mysterious man who was about to get rid of you for good was Naib himself. And his companion? The man holding the old map knowing the best places to hide you in? No other than Jose.

🐟 Robbie paid Naib with chocolate money. When the cruise began, Jose started to act like a real officer and kept ordering Naib. He seemed very annoyed. You’re sure he owed Orpheus something serious, because there’s no way he’d agree to this without anything in reward.

🐟 You all continued walking after arriving to the second end of the lake. Later on, you were approaching a huge, open area. The only trouble was that, sadly, the light couldn’t reach there. It was all dark, yet Jose encouraged you to go further.

🐟 You began taking small steps, at the same time noticing that the boys are standing behind you. You almost felt like they’re sacrificing you for some ancient deity. You’re heart was again beating like crazy, until light suddenly filled the entire place.

🐟 Your heart dropped, but this time because of the wonderful sight. To your surprise, this scary cave had a small theater inside! It was filled with decorations and most importantly, with other survivors and hunters from the manor. Everyone rushed to wish you a happy birthday!

🐟 The only person you didn’t see yet was Orpheus. That will change soon. Jose led you to the theater seats. He specifically made sure that you arrive to the VIP one. Shortly after, everyone took their seats, except a few people. You assumed they were hired to be the actors.

🐟 The show finally started. It began with Orpheus and his speech about his play as well as his partner’s impact on it. You felt absolutely moved. When the story started, he was the one narrating it. It contained so much references only you and him could understand. Some scenes were even based on real events. You felt absolutely touched by his gesture.

🐟 When Orpheus falls, he falls hard.

First of all i’m sorry for the random fic-hcs mashup i’m aware this is rushed but i sadly don’t have time yet i really wanted to do something on your birthday 😔😔 i HOPE YOU HAVE A GREAT DAY!!!! LOVE YOU!!!

#idv #identity v #idv x reader #orpheus #idv orpheus #orpheus x reader #identity v x reader #idv hcs #idv novelist

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vxiphoid · 1 year

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⟢ PASTRY EMPORIUM ━☆ {002.}

✑ twst boys with an s/o who enjoys cooking and what dishes they’d make! theres definitely some favoritism in here… ft. savanaclaw

PREVIOUS NEXT

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR

your dish is…

COFFEE CAKE !!

♫ APHRODITE - RINI

- you’ve served leona this once bc he was having a bad day and now he demands to make it again with him present. him? oh no, he’s not helping. he’ll watch you. ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ - leona has no cooking experience whatsoever, never touched a pot or pan in his life but you insist he helps you just a little bit for your aesthetics. he’s staring, hard, in confusion when you hand him a whisk and tell him to combine the eggs, oil, vanilla, and milk together. after a few seconds of staring at each other, you had to stifle a laugh, he looked so awkward…

- you would stand between him and the counter, guiding his hands to mix the ingredients. he was strangely enjoying this, it was domestic, romantic. mushy. but you looked so happy and your eyes sparkled with joy :(<3. also refuses to put the cake in the oven if you don’t agree to at least lay down with him while he naps. you can do whatever you want to do as long as you’re laying down. will never get over the first time you gave him coffee cake and he was weirdly energetic, was it the amount of sugar? you’ll never know.

- the one time he decides to send a letter home is to talk about the absolutely free cooking lessons he’s getting from a little herb’ he managed to rub off on. not that you’re dating him or anything, your just a lil’ herb that gives him kisses. sleeping in the same bed? banish the thought. actually, he’s made an extra coffee cake every time he makes them with you, extra sugar. when you ask, leona claims its nothing, simply made too much batter. he’s actually giving them to cheka, saying that its from you, no hesitation in giving his s/o credit in their amazing cooking.

- once leona improves in making his favorite dessert with you, his tail has a little content sway as he whisks everything together. will never let you mix anything now, he takes it before you can even try. the kitchen is always trashed while you both cook because it somehow turns into a war. both of you covered head to toe in flour and brown sugar. he’s definitely gotten more confident and languid in his cooking skills in such a short time period, you’re so proud :’)

“herbivore, you forgot the vanilla.”

“did you memorize the recipe, leo?”

“no. don’t forget the salt ‘nd i already set out the half cup of milk for you.”

JACK HOWL

your dish is…

BROWNED BUTTER PEAR CRISP !!

♫ BLOSSOM - T. SHAN

- jack has, many times, had to cook for his energetic little siblings so he’s pretty experienced in the kitchen. once he saw you happily feeding his siblings and he almost fainted, baby fever was through the roof. now he frequently cooks with you, with his siblings around most of the time. that day he got to see you in such a different light he needed to see it again even if that means hearing childish ewie’s in the background when he kisses you. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ - he was already head over heels when you started bring him sliced pears while he works out so why not try cooking with you and seeing how you do certain things compared to him. jack most likely takes inspiration from making this snack with you.

- literally loves how you would see if his siblings approve of the dish before actually giving it to him like he wasn’t gonna love it anyway.

- he’s such a gentleman in the kitchen, taking over when you get tired, making sure you don’t burn or injure yourself, down to cleaning your hands when you get oatmeal on them :(. sometimes he would have trouble on the measurements of certain ingredients so you have to help him with that. his favorite part is topping his plate with the ice cream, may not be very healthy but manne who cares? he’s spending time with you <3

“hey, baby? how much brown sugar do i add to this?”

“a cup, jackie”

“i knew that then, i just hesitated…”

RUGGIE BUCCHI

your dish is…

S’MORE DONUT SANDWICH !!

♫ THAT I MISS YOU - VANSIRE

- ruggie is completely obvious when it comes to cooking. watched his grandma cook, like, once. willingly lets you teach him though, long as you get to hold his hands, you must thoroughly help him. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ - genuinely surprised when you came up to him with a glorious plate of donuts. what are these for? free food? why? his birthday’s in april, its may🤨. you can literally see the cogs in his brain turning as his gaze flickers between you and the donuts. INSISTS you feed him a bite, and UGHH KISS THE CHEF. the most delicious thing he’s had in the past four months besides rlly good dandelion seeds, dare he say your donuts are slightly better than his gammy-gam’s😧😧.

- sly little bastard most definitely flirts with you n gets you all embarrassed so he can dip his finger in the bowl of the melted chocolate. he’s so patient though! you literally just stare at him focusing, does the little thing where his tongue sticks out from his mouth in concentration <3 the recipe doesnt call for whipped cream, but he loves whipped cream. please make little hearts on top of his donuts with whipped cream :(

- the type to absolutely become the most feral in the kitchen, energy, life, laughter, the fun never stops. he has the biggest potty mouth (twin) does not hold back. even when hes pouring the chocolate on the donut and the tiniest drop gets on the counter, its just “shit >:[“ he does stupid things and also learns new things from you everyday.

- this one time, you showed him that if you warm up a jumbo marshmallow, you could eat about three times more than the original size and he was like :O!! never eats marshmallows the same anymore. ruggie puts like four on a plate, they grow so big it sticks to the top of the microwave. still eats it though, tops it like it was a big gourmet meal, a win is a win‼️ fiwb!!!!😭😭

“no fuckin’ shot marshmallows grow in the microwave, they ain’t plants.”

“uh-huh! look at it!”

“HUUUH???”

#disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst wonderland #twst fluff #leona kingscholar #leona x reader #leona kingsholar x reader #twst leona #jack howl #jack howl x reader #twst jack #ruggie bucchi #ruggie x reader #ruggie bucci x reader #twst ruggie #twst headcanons #twisted wonderland

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kidstemplatte · 7 months

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my everything

pairing: terzo/fem! reader

summary: you and terzo welcome your son into the world, introducing him to your daughter and the rest of the emeritus family.

(check out my masterlist to hear more about stories involving violetta and dad terzo! message at the end as per usual. please enjoy!)

On October 13th at 11:57 pm, your son Vincenzo Everett Emeritus , or simply, Vinnie, was born. The process went smoothly, with your loving husband Terzo by your side at each second, whispering words of encouragement in your ear as you powered through the pain. He never failed to be blown away by you and your strength. Having a daughter already amped up his feminist game a hefty amount, but seeing you give birth twice raised the stakes even more. He loved his two girls more than anything. You were the light of his life, the reason he woke up in the morning, what motivated him to become a better husband, father, brother, son, and person. But he had to admit, he was thrilled to be having a son. It was expected of the Emeritus family to produce an heir, but he wanted to make it very clear to his son that his existence was not one that came about as a result of expectations, but love.

As the nurse placed your newborn into your arms, you felt a sense of euphoria that you did not get to experience after your first birth; your daughter was rushed out of the hospital room before you could even catch sight of her. There was no other feeling like holding your son for the first time. It was like every emotion into the world had flooded your senses all at once; joy, anger, sadness, grief, confusion, excitement. It was a beautiful sensation, unlike anything you had ever experienced. Your soul was aching with nothing but love for the baby in your arms. He was so small, so precious, so perfect. Teeny tiny. You wondered if he would share his height with his Papa. Black hair barely visible on the top of his head, his cheeks rosy and supple.

And just as you thought he couldn’t become even more perfect, he opened his eyes for the first time. His right eye was a hazy green, his left a ghostly white. You nearly gasped.

“Terzo, Terzo- look.”

You passed your baby into your husband’s arms, and as Terzo looked his son in the eyes for the very first time, tears welled up in the eyes they both shared.

“Hi. Hi, little one.” He choked out. “Your Papa loves you very much.” Terzo held a finger out above his son and watched in awe as the newborn wrapped his tiny hand around it.

“He loves you already.” You said, a weary smile draped on your face.

“I’m afraid I might love him more. And that I always will.”

You two sat in silence for a moment as he gazed upon the new life you had created.

“Y/N?” he said.

“Terzo?”

“You are incredible.”

“What do you mean?” You questioned.

“You did this.” He said, his gaze returning to his son in his arms.

“Having a baby? I don’t know. I mean, people do it every day.”

“That does not make it any less amazing.” He remarked, a twinkle in his eye.

“But you’re amazing too. You deserve some credit. You’ve been here for me this whole time.” You replied, honestly.

“You are so sweet. But please, take this, amore mio.”

“Okay. Thank you.” You said, finally accepting his praise.

“Thank you, cara mia. For being my everything. The best wife and mother ever to exist.”

“I love you.” You said tenderly to your husband.

“I love you too.”

“Hi, Vinnie.” You whispered as Terzo placed him back into your arms, where he rested comfortably on your chest.

He let out an adorable little gurgle, as if he was trying to say “Hi” back.

“Are you excited to meet your family? Your sister is so excited to meet you, little Vinnie.” You cooed at your son, eagerly awaiting your discharge from the hospital, longing to bring him home.

•✧•

Meanwhile, Violetta and her Uncle Copi sat together on the couch, eagerly awaiting the arrival of the new baby. One thing about Violetta: She loved asking questions. Questions that were sometimes best left unanswered.

“Uncle Copi?”

“Si?”

“Where do babies come from?”

“Eh…” Copia, not quite sure how to respond to this question, awkwardly trailed off. “I, uh…”

“You don’t know?”

“Well, eh, I’m not sure.”

“Who knows then?” she carried on.

“Only Satan himself, I suppose.”

“Oh. Okay.” That seemed to satisfy her. “Uncle Copi?”

“Si?”

“Do you think I will be a good big sister?”

“You? You, my little flower, will be the best big sister. Best niece, best daughter, and now, the best sister.”

“You’re the best uncle ever.”

“Aw, thank you, Violetta.” He said, his heart nearly melting. “But do not forget your Zio Primo and Secondo. They love you very much. They are the best uncles too.”

“Yes. Primo is nice. Secondo is funny. Not very smiley though.” She said, mimicking his permanent frown.

“That is a very good impression.” Copi chuckled. “You are a very funny girl.”

“Uncle Copi?” she repeated.

“Si?”

This was not a question, but a statement.

“You’re my best friend.” She said.

Copia smiled, tears threatening to escape his painted eyes.

“And you are mine.” He returned.

“Forever?” Violetta held out her pinky finger, which was equivalent to a swear. In toddler language, as well as Copia’s.

“Forever. I promise.” The Cardinal swore, latching his pinky finger onto hers to form a sacred pinky promise.

“Good.”

Suddenly the doorknob rattled, making Violetta immediately jolt up in her seat.

“I think they are here, Violetta…” Copia smiled.

The door opened, Terzo entering the quarters with a baby carrier in hand, you following behind.

“Here, let me help you.” Copia said, standing up and walking over to assist you and Terzo.

Terzo handed the baby carrier to his brother, and held the door open for you, as you were still recovering. Violetta was so excited at the sight of her parents she just about leaped off of the couch, running to greet her Mama and Papa.

“Mama! Papa!” Your daughter squealed.

“Oh, la mia stellina, how we missed you.” Terzo said, scooping his daughter up and kissing all over her face as she giggled.

“Mommy! Hi, Mommy!” she said, waving to you as she sat in Terzo’s arms.

“Hi, baby.” You said. “Come here.”

You joined them, wrapping your arms around your daughter and husband, kissing her on the forehead before sharing a quick peck with your husband.

Meanwhile, Copia sat beside his nephew. He peered into the carrier, heart seeping with joy as he looked at the newborn.

“Violetta, say hi your fratellino, Vinnie.” Terzo said, gently setting her down.

Violetta trotted over to the couch, standing in front of her baby brother.

“Be very gentle, okay, principessa?” Terzo said.

“Yes, Papa.” She nodded. The little girl’s face lit up with glee as she peeked at the infant under the pile of blankets.

“He’s so small.” she observed. “And cute.”

Suddenly, Vinnie began to open his little eyes.

And that was the moment Violetta met eyes with her baby brother for the first time, his green and white-

Wait.

Violetta then made a revolutionary discovery.

Mouth agape, Violetta exclaimed, “They don’t match!” Violetta excitedly looked from Vinnie’s eyes and then to her Papa’s, and back to her baby brother. “They match!” she exclaimed, pointing from Vinnie to her father. “They match because they don’t match! Uh…” Violetta rambled, uncertain of how to explain her revelation.

“Yes, Violetta.” you laughed. “He has the same eyes as your Papa.”

Violetta turned to her uncle, eager to explain this phenomenon to him.

“Uncle Copi, look! They-“

Wait.

His eyes also matched. They didn’t match. They matched because they didn’t match. They all matched. Because they didn’t match. Which made them match.

“You match!” She proclaimed to her uncle. “Because- because they-“

She was so cute.

“Your Papa, Uncle Copi, and Vinnie all have the same mismatched eyes. Isn’t that amazing?” You assisted her.

“Yeah!” She chirped. “But why don’t I?” she said, slightly dejected, but mostly confused.

“Because your eyes match your Mommy’s.” Terzo explained.

“No way! We match, Mommy!” she exclaimed, looking up at you, before looking back down at her brother. “Hi Vinnie,” She whispered. “I’m Violetta. I’m your big sister”

Taking a seat on the couch, you reached inside the carrier to hold your son.

“There we go.” You said, cradling him to your chest. “Hi, baby.”

Violetta crawled beside you on the couch, before Terzo picked her up and sat in her spot, placing her on his lap as she giggled.

You all sat on the couch for a bit, before hearing a knock on the door.

“Oh. That must be Primo and Secondo.” Copia announced, walking to the door and opening it.

“Ciao, fratelli!” Terzo mused, waving at his brothers. “Come say hello to your nephew!”

“And me!” Violetta chimed in.

“Hello, Violetta. How is your baby brother doing?” Primo said, walking over to the couch as he ruffled his niece’s hair.

“Good! He’s so cute. I love him so much.” she gushed.

“Molto bene.” He said, smiling and looking down at his nephew in your arms. You are right, he is very cute. Congratulations, you two.” He said, gazing to you and Terzo.

“Thank you, Primo.” you responded, as Secondo stood beside him.

“I see he has the signature green and white eyes as well.” Secondo remarked.

“Yeah!” Violetta jumped in, excitedly looking her Uncle Secondo in his eyes. “Isn’t it cool-“

Wait.

Before she could even continue, you, Terzo, and Copia started laughing.

“Yes, Violetta, all their eyes match.” You explained once again. “And Primo’s do too.”

“Oh. I get it.” She replied.

“I brought some things for you and Vinnie, no need to open them now, I placed them by the door.” Primo informed you, gesturing to a basket sitting on a nearby coffee table.

“Oh, thank you so much!” You said to him.

He nodded with a soft grin.

You really were lucky to be part of such a loyal family.

•✧•

After putting Violetta to bed and Vinnie in the crib beside you, Terzo assisted you in getting into bed yourself, letting out a sigh of relief as you sat against the large pillows.

“How are you feeling, amore mio?” Terzo asked, sitting beside you and tracing his fingers up and down your arm.

You paused. You weren’t doing bad at all. In fact, you were doing well. But there was no doubt that you were flooded with emotions, the past 48 hours had been insane. You had a baby, for Satan’s sake. But that question always had a way of drawing tears out of you when you least wanted it to.

“… I’m okay.” You squeaked, your throat tightening up.

“Oh, tesoro, It’s okay. Come here.” He reassured you, as you fell into his arms, letting the tears come out.

“Sorry. It’s just, it’s a lot, you know.” You croaked.

“Yes, it is a lot. You are doing an amazing job. You are the best mother ever. The best wife ever.” He said, kissing you on the side of your head.

“Thanks.” You sniffled. “I love you.”

“I love you too, cara mia.” He replied, wiping the tears from your face. “Let’s see what my brothers got for us, okay? I’ll be right back.” You nodded as he briefly exited the room and returned with the basket in hand.

The first thing you noticed was a jar of beautiful vibrant flowers, with a note attached, reading: “October birth flowers, Marigold and Cosmos.”

How sweet. You would be sure to put those in the nursery tomorrow. The care package was incredibly thoughtful, Primo had definitely put a lot of time in it. You looked through the basket, finding many lovely things: a candle, essential oils, body salve, to name a few. But what shocked you was a beige envelope, adorned not with Primo’s handwriting, but someone else’s, addressed to you. Not Terzo, just you. It must be Secondo. You figured he had already shared some words with Terzo previously. You opened the envelope to find a piece of parchment, covered in decadent cursive.

Y/N,

Congratulations on the arrival of your newest child. You are quite a remarkable person. Not only for being able to put up with my fratellino, but for making him so happy. I have never seen my brother light up the way he does when he speaks of you, Violetta, and now, Vincenzo. The light you bring does not go unnoticed. Let me know if you need anything throughout this journey. It is an honor to have you as a part of the Emeritus family.

-Secondo

Wow. That was a heartfelt note from someone as stern as Secondo. You smiled fondly at his kind words.

“What was that?” Your husband asked.

“Just a little note from Secondo.” You responded, placing it in your nightstand drawer.

Terzo smiled. “How nice.”

Terzo looked at you, his eyes beaming with love and adoration. He was so proud, so proud of you and the family you two had created, the life he now had that he didn’t even know was possible. One full of joy and love and contentment.

“Now, let’s get my beautiful wife some rest, shall we?”

“Yes please.” You agreed, utterly exhausted and sleep-deprived.

You turned off the lamp beside your bed, you two snuggling deep underneath the covers as you let out a soft noise while getting comfortable. Terzo whispered words of adoration in your ear as he knew you loved, gently stroking your hair as he laid beside you.

“I love you so much, mio angelo. The only angel I will ever believe in. My beautiful, sweet wife. I love you. I love you. I love you.” He said, kissing your head between each proclamation.

“I love you too, Terzo.” You sleepily mumbled, falling into a peaceful slumber in the arms of your lover.

└── •✧• ──┘

YAYYYYY!!!

this took so long, it was longer than i thought it was going to be!!!

(violetta and vinnie have the same initials. isn’t that cute?)

and there’s more uncle copi in this!!!! aghhhh i can’t get enough of him!!😭

i hope you enjoyed, more dad terzo is coming as well as terzo/reader!!

i love you so much, thank you for reading!!!

<3, alice

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whom-the-hell · 1 year

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When I laid my eyes on you

Yan!chrolloxreader

Synopsis: Chrollo Lucilfer, the leader of the famous and dangerous gang “Phantom Troupe”, has laid his eyes on you. Does that mean you get to be pampered with gifts and affection you deserve, or does that mean your life will become a cycle of fear and confusion, trying to escape this mans grasp?

Genre: horror

Words: 2.5k

Pronounce used: none(no description of reader)

Warnings: possessive behaviour, kidnapping, noncon kissing, food poisoning, obsessive behaviour, controlling behaviour, delusion, abuse, mentions of sadism(nothing explicitly descriptive)

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It was currently evening, you sighed peacefully at the sight of the sun setting through your café window as you stand behind the counter, waiting for the remaining customers to leave. You worked in a semi small café in the middle of your town, a small and peaceful place to visit when wanting to relax. Your café had this aura you couldn’t quite put your finger on, it was warm and cosy, it made you feel safe and secure, as if nothing can get you while you’re in here.

Daydreaming was also a common thing you would do, because while looking out the window and slowly drifting away in your own thoughts, you haven’t noticed a tall man standing in front of the counter. You only noticed him after he spoke up. “The sunset really does make you dream about the future, it is almost impossible to not be mesmerised by such beauty.” A silky yet soft voice adds to your daydreaming session, and then you snap out of that illusion of comfort and peace. “Oh! Hello there sir, sorry about that, what can I get for you today?” You straighten yourself to meet the stranger. “Don’t apologise, I sometimes also drift away at the sight of a sunset.”

You look at the man standing in front of you. He had a slender body shape, a nice pale complexion, black hair and those, almost, soulless grey eyes. You find yourself feeling uneasy at the sight of this, very attractive, man. “I- um. What can I get for you today?” He gives you a pleasant smile cocks his head to the side. “Just a cup of black coffee please.” A moment of silence filled the room between you two as you type in his order. “And could you give me your name, please?” You look up at him to meet his gaze. It was a weird sensation that passed by between you two, you couldn’t look away from him even if you wanted to. Something in his eyes sparked, as if he found something he was looking for, for a very long time. “Chrollo.” He simply answers, not breaking eye contact with you. You clear your throat and look away, trying not to make it more awkward between you two as it was. “I’ll ring you up once the order is ready.”

You turn around and get straight to work, trying not to think about the weird interaction you just had with a guy that has the looks of an actor. “Well that was weird…” You think to yourself and continue working on Chrollos order. The whole time you felt uneasy doing it, you felt like you were being watched. Your every move, every action that you’ve done, felt like it was being carefully studied. Once you turned around, you saw him already standing beside the counter, waiting patiently. “Relax Y/n, you’re overthinking this..” You think again, trying to not seem nervous. “Here’s your drink sir, have a nice rest of your day.” You smile and leave the strange man to get his drink and leave.

The rest of your shift passed by like a breeze, an easy way to end your day. It was about 8pm when you locked the door to your adored café, catching a bus home.

The next day at work was nothing unusual. A customer comes in, asks for a drink, they pay, you make the drink, they leave, nothing out of the ordinary. In fact, it was so ordinary you were bored out of your mind. “Maybe if I call my friend nobody will mind, right? I mean, there are no customers coming in anyway so..” You dial your friends number and start talking to them on the phone, and the conversation of the strange man from the other day comes up. “He was so hot I’m telling you. He was like this main character who walked out of a Kdrama. I couldn’t even hold a conversation with him, I mean, what was I supposed to say to him? Hey hot stuff, you wanna go out with me after my shift ends so we can talk about how cool the sunset is?”

“I would like that.” The same silky voice from yesterday calls out from the other side of the counter. You quickly turn around in surprise while a crimson blush creeps up on the sides of your face. The man had a cocky smile on his face and his full attention was on you. “I-I’ll call you back later…okay?” You put your phone down and come closer to the counter. “Was I talking that loud..?” You think to yourself.

“Apologies sir, the talk was not about you.” You said with your brave face on, hoping he would buy your act. “Why of course, I have not meant to get in the way of your gossiping.” “I was not gossiping, I was just talking about my day to a friend.” You quickly answer to him. He nods with a proud smile on his face. “I apologize for assuming. May I get the same order as yesterday?” “A black coffee coming right up!” You turn away from him and quickly make his drink, hoping he doesn’t find you weird after that dumb interaction.

Once again, he’s standing right beside the counter, watching you make his order. “There you go sir, have a nice day.” You smile politely and hand the coffee to him, his cold fingers brushing against yours. “You too.”

As embarrassing as it was for you at that moment, you not realising, the relationship between Chrollo and you got more serious. He would wait for you after work and lead you safely home, bring you to dates in restaurants and even send out handwritten letters to you. It was all going perfect, in your mind he was the perfect guy for you, and as time passed by, you found yourself deeply falling in love with this man.

Those romance filled days go by in a flash. You felt yourself be pampered and safe around him, he took care of you, everything was the way it meant to be. Though in reality, it wasn’t. It started to feel as if without him, you’re unsafe, lonely, afraid. Afraid of the shadows in the alleyways, or the strange glances from passers-by. Without him you built up an illusion of fear, as if without him, you were in complete danger. Why? Every time you went home alone, you felt like multiple pairs of eyes watched you go. Every time you headed to work, you felt the feeling of unease creep up behind you. At home you could barely relax because the sense of paranoia didn’t leave you be. You were scared, on edge, always. You start taking breaks from work: “Maybe I’m just tired.” You thought. “Maybe I just need a break.” But it only got worse. Now you felt targeted, no sense of privacy was given to you in your own home. You even called for your friends to come over, but the feeling didn’t leave as the days progressively got worse. Only when Chrollo was there you felt at ease, those eyes disappearing in an instant as he gently touched you. You had no choice but to rely on him.

Relying on him also meant that he would often come over to your place, make you food, read books to you, sleep in the same bed as you… This relationship you built up with him was comforting, maybe you put too much trust in him, maybe you let him in your life a bit too much, maybe you opened up to him for no reason, and maybe you let him take control of your actions too often. But now it was just Chrollo, and he was everywhere. All you could’ve thought about was Chrollo, all he ever told you was that you only need him, and you agreed. So, he took a step further and sealed the deal. You were already his, why would he have to waste any more time by you communicating to other people, or by you being able to look at other guys?

He called you into his place for a date. “I’ll treat you today, I’ll even cook food for you.” He spoke. “We’ll have a great time; I have everything planned out.” And you believed him. He always sounded so excited about your dates together, so rejecting him was almost impossible for you. “Fine then, should I help you cook?” “Last time we tried cooking together, you almost burned down my apartment, so maybe this time I’ll manage on my own...” You could hear him smiling through the phone. “Fine then.” You say and put down the phone, hurrying to get ready for the date.

You smiled at the delicious looking homemade food standing on your table. “You didn’t have to cook so much food...” You pointed out. “Why not? I thought you enjoyed my cooking.” “I do! But it’s just that you put so much effort and I-“ “Then enjoy my food.” Chrollo cuts you off. You smile and sit down. You pick up the red whine filled glass and take a sip. “Damn, that tastes great!” You point out. “You like it? I bought it just for you.” He winked. It was true, he did buy it just for you. And he cooked food for you, so what’s wrong? Why do you feel so empty after this dinner? Why do you feel sick? Why are you running to the bathroom to vomit? Why are you passed out on the cold bathroom floor? And why the hell is Chrollo carrying you to his car?

Your body ached, you had the feeling that your head was about to explode, and your heart beating at a rapid speed. You wake up in a nice, cosy bed with the pillow that felt like heaven. The blanket was soft and cold, and the rooms temperature was just perfect. But wait… This isn’t how your room feels like. And the heavenlike pillow, and the cosy blanket was not yours…

You jolt up, immediately looking around the room. There you see Chrollo, peacefully sitting in an armchair, reading a book, and drinking what seemed to be black coffee. His gaze turns all its attention to you in almost an instant. “You’re finally awake.” He said, a small smile plastered on his face. “W-where am I…?” You whispered out, not having the energy to yell or put on a fight. “Home. Our home.” Chrollo answers, putting down his book and making his way to the bed you’ve woken up from. You immediately flinch and crawl away, not wanting to be any closer to him. To that he frowns. “It’s fine, I won’t hurt you.” “Did you poison me…? “I did no such thing. I just took you to our place. The place where you will feel safe and secure.” He moves closer to you, his hand reaching out to lift your chin to look at him. Your eyes swell and fresh tears fill your eyesight. “Don’t cry, darling. You’ll be happy here. Happy with me and me alone.” He wipes the tear rolling down your face and leans in, placing a soft kiss to your lips. The lips that will, for a long time, be cussing and protesting against him.

Sadly, your protests will go unnoticed since Chrollo didn’t really seem to mind. He knew this would happen one way or another, so you being pissed for getting taken away against your will, to some random home was not surprising to him. But he didn’t just take you to some place where he would keep you in for eternity, no. He took you to a place where he could ‘cherish you’, or at least that was what he told you. “I love you and you love me. I know adapting to new places is hard, but I’ll help you get used to this, I promise.”

It been a week. A week of fear and confusion flooding inside of you as you try to escape this so called ‘house’. This wasn’t the place you would call home; this was a cage. A cage which you couldn’t leave without permission of a misogynistic man. It didn’t take long for you to figure out that the strange gazes you felt were the Phantom Troupes members spying on you. It didn’t even shock you that the man you fell head over heels for was a No. 1 wanted criminal in Yorknew City. What surprised you was the fact that after getting kidnapped, his demeaner fully changed. The hot, cheerful, and caring person you once knew perished into nothingness, and you were left with a manipulative, egotistic, selfish man. Of course, he thought you still liked him, but those sweet and loving feelings were long gone, replaced by anger and hatred.

Unlike you though, Chrollo still had a life. Places to be and things to do. It was indeed his duty to go and work, so he would leave you. You thought that him leaving would give you a chance to escape. A chance to leave this hell hole and go somewhere safe and peaceful, but once again, all your hopes and dreams were crushed. Chrollo wasn’t a dumb man, he was clever, fast, evil. He would leave one Phantom Troupe member with you. All your actions and words would be remembered and immediately reported to him. You sweet talking any of the members would backlash into a storm coming back home. You would horribly punished once he would be back. “And there I thought you were acting good… Why must you hurt me so much?” His eyes would say otherwise though. A part of you thought he would enjoy this. You acting up and him taking the matter into his own hands, you being completely obedient and calm after the things he has done to you.

Months pass, you feel yourself drifting away from reality as the days pass. A part of you dies in the presence of him in your space. You would have to act clueless around the Phantom Troupe members, loving towards him. He would lay you down beside him, hug you, kiss you, and you would have to endure whatever he wanted to do at the time. You would have no right to speak up against him, no right to act out, no right to ask about the outside world, no right for any conversation that would be associated with family or friends. You were trapped, completely trapped. And he enjoyed seeing you obey, him feeling completely in control of your actions and thoughts.

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platinumrosetail · 1 year

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Hi how your day going and I heard from someone you do Rwby and Avatar

Can I have yandere Salem Glenda Good witch neo and Jean and cinder x baby bat fawns reader

Like They found her and take her in as there own

Sure! And I love rwby! And I’m guessing the autocorrect corrected jaune to Jean by accident? Sorry if I’m wrong 😅 oh, also to clear up any confusion, i had taken off cinder with the permission of the requester!

Warning: noob author, female reader, platonic yandere characters, and others.

Characters: salem, glynda, neo, jaune.

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Salem:

Tyrian had found you and brought you to his majesty, salem. You were a little thing, all alone s she decided to take you in as you reminded her of her daughters when they were as small as you are now.

If salem was busy to keep you with her then you were babysat by hazel, and on some occasions watts, but mostly hazel and if both were busy then emerald would babysit you to the dismay of mercury.

She teaches that grim are the good guys while her ex husband is the bad guy, plus she created a little playmate for you to keep you busy yourself and distract you on when she need to do her duties as queen of grim.

Though one time you did meet ozpin by accident from mercury as he lost you when he somehow was put in charge of babysitting you as the others that are usually the one to take care of you was busy and Tyrian was a definite no from salem so you went to mercury albeit hesitant on Salem’s part as he’s sort of a brat.

(Sorry if you like mercury.)

Anyway, ozpin was surprised to see a baby bat Faunus on a bench with no parent or guardian anywhere, after hew brought you with him until he contacted the police you disappeared via with the help of one of salems many grims, good thing she had watts put a tracker on you beforehand or else mercury b in even more trouble than he already was in fact he would’ve been dead if you haven’t taken a shine to him for some reason.

You unlocked your semblance which was (s/n) (semblance/name) and some created chaos that was unintentional to happen, most of the unfortunate events fall on mercury funny enough which she and the others get a laugh about and now they all hold it over his head as he is forced to hold you or he gets punished for not holding you like you had requested from him by salem.

She would find a way to keep you to her, either by killing you both after she gets rid of the immortality curse or make you immortal as well, it doesn’t matter, as long as you stay with her then she was fine with anything, not even ozpin can fight against her on this.

Glynda:

Glynda had found you in a box like shelter and after having no luck on finding the parents or guardian of you she decided to adopt you.

She made a small spot in her classroom so she can watch you while she works on teaching the kids on grim and other things. The kids all loved you, they make sure Cardin stays away from you and if he doesn’t then they’ll get Glynda and she give him one hell of a punishment for even thinking of messing with her child.

You’ve met her colleagues, oobleck, port, and the principal ozpin. Ozpin is the godfather, oobleck is the crazy uncle and port is the grandfather that can make you fall asleep by just saying one word.

They all take turns babysitting you though it’s mostly ozpin as oobleck will go overboard and port will go on with his stories and forget about you entirely, sometime even ironwood and qrow would babysit you when they visit, not for long though as ironwood is a very busy man and qrow doesn’t want his bad luck to rub off on you.

Qrow is your favorite along with ozpi even if qrow don’t show up as much as you liked him to. One time you made both of them kissed by ‘accident’ when in reality you did it on purpose even with your baby mind not fully maturing yet.

(I’m a qrow x ozpin shipper so please respect my option and don’t post hate comment as i will report and block as you can simply m,I’ve on from this post if you don’t like it.)

Sometimes when all teachers are busy along with qrow and ironwood, team rwby and team jnpr would babysit you and get extra credit by Glynda but they mostly did it so they could get to see you and spend time with you.

She wil make sure to keep you safe from the grim and all the other things that come with it.

Neo:

Neo was given to you by one of the thugs of roman after she spotted you in the corner of her eye.

Roman became the grandfather after that, he openly complains how he’s too young to be a grandpa but secretly likes it especially cause it means he gets to help raise sweet little you with your new mother, neo.

Neo doesn’t care that if you’re biological parents are around, alive, or dead, better dead than alive cause if they were then they would i she’d they were dead before she and Roman got their hands on them.

She shares her ice cream with you once you’re old enough to eat it.

You are spoiled by Roman and neo as they want you to have a good life with the support of them, all you have to do in return is stay with them so they can keep you safe from all the terrible people and grim.

She will make sure that you stay with her and don’t wander off when you two go out in public, sometimes Roman either joins or take you with him when he’s by himself though he can’t stay for long with how the fuzz is on his tail

Neo makes sure he doesn’t smoke around you as she doesn’t want you getting sick, neither does Roman so he makes sure to remind himself to not smoke in your presence as he knows that abides shouldn’t be around to get second hand smoking plus with how your enhanced smell is with you being a Faunus might make second hand smoking even more harmful to yo.

Jaune:

He had found you when he and the rest of team jnpr, aka Nora, prryha, and ren was out to spend time together and was advise by Pyrrha and ren to show ozpin and asked if they should bring you to the authorities or if they need todo something else.

Ozpin shocking enough had said that he can adopt you and take care of you if they aren’t able to find your parents, which endeded up being what happened as they never found any signs of your parents which made them think of the worst.

Jaune takes up being the father to you while ren is sort of the mom as he kinda take care of the group with Pyrrha, speaking of Pyrrha she is the godmother and aunt, Nora is also a aunt as well.

(I ship jaune x ren, i hope you can respect my opinion and not post hate comments as you can either ignore it or leave, thank you.)

For babysitters it’s usually team rwby as jaune doesn’t have anybody else at beacon to take care of you though Glynda and ozpin do babysit you when team jnpr and team rwby can’t take care of you because of missions that are handed to them as there is no on else that team jnpr trusts or are friends with that stay at beacon and they don’t want to give you to professor oobleck or port.

You had called ren ‘mama!’ Which shocked all but Nora who laughed her but off at ren getting called mom by a baby and started making jokes along with telling team rwby what had happaened.

Jaune shows and introduce you to her sister and wife along with their child who immediately took a shine to you through the scroll (phone).

He’ll make sure that he and his friends will make this a safe place to live without the fear of any bad guys or grim just stay near him and you’ll be safe, okay?

(A/n: i hope y’all like it!! I don’t think i have much to say so hope y’all have a wonderful day/evening/night!)

#anime #various x reader #anime x reader #x reader stories #rwby x reader #x child reader #yandere x reader #yandere #platonic

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thetomorrowshow · 1 year

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to die in your sleep

hola folks and welcome back to the trust au. I have been grinding on trust au to post while on hiatus soo here u go enjoy (i'd like to apologize for the ending)

cw: violence, torture, blood, brief tooth-related gore

"Just tell us where he is," fWhip says, crouching down close to Scott's face.

His mouth tastes like blood. He can't feel his arms. He can't feel his wings. That can't mean anything good.

"Never," Scott manages. Blood drips down his chin.

He's shaking. He can't stop shaking.

He's going to die here, Scott realizes distantly. He's going to die, in this dark void of nothingness.

fWhip grabs his chin, forces him to look up. Unwillingly, Scott meets his eyes.

"We can keep you alive for as long as we need," fWhip murmurs. "And we can make it hurt. Give up the god."

If Scott had any more strength, he would laugh. "You don't . . . scare me."

fWhip clicks his tongue. "I don't have to scare you," he says simply, dropping Scott's chin and taking a step back. Almost absently, he wipes his hand on his trousers, leaving a smear of blood. "You've got a visitor. Maybe then you'll talk."

Oh no.

The void where they exist grows somehow darker, little specks of color filling it, as a maroon mist fills Scott's sharp vision—

And then he wakes up with a hoarse gasp, and immediately buries his face into Jimmy's chest.

Jimmy shifts, just slightly, to put an arm around Scott. "Hey," he mumbles, voice heavy with sleep. "Nightmare?"

Scott doesn't answer. He still feels half in that dream state, like at any moment he could be pulled back under and into whatever that was.

His wings twinge, spasm, as he can suddenly feel them—filled with pins and needles. He must've laid on them in his sleep.

"Mmf," Scott grunts into Jimmy's nightshirt. He stretches his wings out as far as he can bear, grimaces when they snap back into place, muscles too tight.

He tenses when he feels hands in his wings, but forces himself to relax. It's just Jimmy. Jimmy can touch his wings.

And he slowly relaxes more as Jimmy gently rubs his wings, massaging out the knots and tense places.

It feels so terribly nice. Scott just lets himself melt into the touch, his eyes slowly fluttering shut. His thoughts slow to molasses, lazily dripping from one side of his mind to the other.

"Is this good?" Jimmy whispers in the silence of the room. "Are you feeling any better?"

"Mhm." Scott really doesn't want to move off of Jimmy. He's comfortable.

And safe, for now.

The warmth and peacefulness that he'd been sinking into vanish, swallowed up in the sickening recollection of his dream.

He sighs, blinking his eyes back open so he can at least see Jimmy's arm. They never leave their rooms dark, a lantern left casting a low glow across the room, illuminating enough of his partner that Scott knows he isn't alone.

That hadn't been the usual nightmare. Usually, it's some twisted replay of his six days in captivity, or not being able to catch Jimmy in time and watching him disintegrate in the Void.

And while it was to an extent similar to the first brand, it had been so . . . vivid. His dreams tend to be blurry, confusing, cut through with terror that accentuates the shadowy shapes.

He'd seen fWhip so clearly. He'd almost seen Xornoth, uncommon for his dreams.

Usually, Scott would write it off as a one-off, strange but something that just happens sometimes.

But the dream feels familiar. So very, very familiar.

He thinks he dreamed something similar last night, but it's just out of the grasp of his conscious mind.

"You gonna go back to sleep?" whispers Jimmy, pulling him from his thoughts. "You've probably got another hour or two before sunrise."

Scott sighs. He's pretty much fully awake at this point, and there's always work to be done no matter what time of day or night it is.

They're headed into a full-blown war, after all. Skirmishes have already begun to break out along the borders. The real fight could start any day now. There's always someone awake in the war room, drafting new back-up plans for their back-up plans, or writing up training evaluations and strategies for the layman army.

So Scott could definitely get up out of his warm bed into the frigid night air of Rivendell, change into something proper, and head down there to stare at numbers of resources for the next several hours until breakfast.

Or he could stay here with his lover under the blankets for the rest of the time he's allotted himself to sleep, and either fall back asleep or have some much-needed recuperation time before heading to the war room with renewed vigor.

If Scott was any sort of king, he'd pick the first. His people come before his personal interest, which is precisely the reason why he and Jimmy are kind of no longer betrothed (a complicated situation in which they technically might still be betrothed, depending on whether or not the court deems the war enough of a state of emergency to eschew tradition). He needs to spend every moment possible doing what he can to protect the citizens under his care.

But Scott's never professed to be a particularly good king.

"Just want to stay here with you," he says quietly.

Jimmy chuckles, his hands going still in Scott's feathers.

"If your people knew we sleep in the same bed, they'd have a fit," he says absently.

Scott snorts. "Oh, the people absolutely know," he tells Jimmy. "It's the councils that we have to keep from knowing."

"How in the world would the people know anything?"

"The servant that does our laundry has got to notice that your blankets are never rearranged and my bed has two dips in it," Scott points out. "The one who cleans the room probably has seen that, more often than not, your clothing manages to find itself in my closet. Various messengers have absolutely guessed that you've just sprinted into the other room when they knock. And remember that time a cooking apprentice was bringing us a late dinner, and you were fast asleep on the bed while I worked?"

". . . What happens if they all know?"

"Usually, nothing," says Scott. "It would be bad if one of my advisors walked in on us sharing a bed. Until then, they'll just turn a deaf ear and act as if they haven't heard the gossip."

"Encouraging," Jimmy mutters.

A shiver runs down Scott's spine as Jimmy presses a soft kiss into his hair.

They've moved fast, for elves. Sure, they've technically already been betrothed, but it's not even been a month since the actual love confessions occurred. If it were any other situation, Scott likely would have chickened out by now, tried to shut Jimmy out of his life as a way of protecting himself.

But it's wartimes. It's wartimes, and Scott needs someone to lean on, someone who loves him too.

And, as his advisors keep reminding him, in the case of his untimely death, he needs someone to run the empire until an heir can be selected. Jimmy, at the moment, is that person.

Which is kind of awkward, seeing as Jimmy has a kingdom of his own. And Scott knows for a fact that he's third in line (after Lizzie) for the Cod Empire. That's the issue when royalty only engages with royalty—there aren't a lot of people with the right to rule.

Maybe Scott ought to look into adoption. He's probably never going to have a kid of his own. If he adopts two or three children, there'll be enough to get spread around to various parts of the empire, enough of a temporary back-up that if all the rulers die, there'll be someone to cover the necessary bases.

Of course, there is the fact that Scott doesn't really want to adopt a kid. And the fact that their claim to the throne might be disputed anyway, due to not having royal blood.

For being at the center of them, Scott hates politics.

For now he won't worry about it. If one of his advisors brings it up, then he can figure something out. At this point, as long as Xornoth or any of his minions don't get control of Rivendell, Scott doesn't care all that much about what happens.

He'd sacrifice any amount of history and tradition to save his people from a terrible fate, including the royal line.

Which is a sentiment he'd better not let any of his council members hear, because then Rivendell very well may become leaderless without the help of Xornoth.

Jimmy's hands start moving again, shifting to lay in between his wings, rubbing the muscles in his back there.

Scott melts a little further against Jimmy. That feels heavenly. It's the perfect amount of pressure to force him to relax, but not so much that he feels overwhelmed.

Elves aren't a people of touch. Scott probably hasn't been casually touched in years, if not decades, and he's slowly been building up a tolerance to it, because Jimmy is a very touchy person.

Now that they're 'official', Scott supposes, Jimmy hates being apart, clinging to him whenever they happen to be in the same room. Even in broad daylight, in front of people, Jimmy's arms always find their way around Scott's waist, or his head to his shoulder, or his fingers to intertwine with Scott's.

Jimmy seems especially inclined to give backrubs, whenever he sees Scott's shoulders tense. Scott, as good as they feel, flat-out refuses to allow this in public. He can't relax when there are people watching, and while he can still at least pretend to be regal with Jimmy clinging to him, he can't when Jimmy's massaging his shoulders.

It's okay here, though. In the quiet darkness of their—of Scott's room. Where if Scott gets overwhelmed, he can take time to recover without having to embarrass himself.

"How about you go back to sleep," Jimmy murmurs.

Scott feels that instinctive leap of fear at the suggestion, quickly quashed. It's been months since he was held captive. He doesn't need to be afraid of sleep anymore.

And he isn't. He truly thinks that he would be able to sleep alone.

And yet, despite the war beginning and both their kingdoms desperately needing them, Scott and Jimmy share a bed every night.

They trade off every couple of days—Scott gets any urgent work done here while Jimmy does remote work, then Scott packs up whatever papers he can take with him and spends several days in the Cod Empire. They always say something about maintaining the alliance by showing the trust that they have for the other empire, but in reality they just miss each other (and even if he can, Scott still doesn't like to sleep without Jimmy there).

That all changes today.

"When are you leaving?" Scott mumbles.

"After breakfast. Sure you can't come?"

That's the problem. Scott would absolutely love to fly out to the Cod Empire after breakfast, but today he's supposed to start a tour of the empire, of sorts. He and his party will be traveling as far as they can go in the morning, from the largest cities to the smallest hamlet, just to show support for the soldiers and to garner support in return. After all, a king who will stay in the house of the poorest farmer is one who the farmers will follow.

He sighs. "I can't. I'll message you, of course."

Jimmy hums, a somewhat disgruntled sound. "Well. If you can't sleep, I'll be there in an instant, okay? Or if you want anything. Let me know."

Scott knows he isn't going to do that. Not unless he gets out-of-control sleep-deprived. He isn't going to drag Jimmy away from his important work for any childish fear.

He nods, though. Better to reassure Jimmy now rather than argue about it.

Scott closes his eyes. He could sleep, probably. It's still peaceful in this early morning darkness, the calm before the storm.

Not if Jimmy doesn't fall back asleep, though. If Jimmy's going to stay up, then he is too. He wants all the time possible with his lover.

"Are you staying awake right now?" he asks, trying not to sound too bleary.

Jimmy's chest shifts against his cheek as he shrugs. "Probably not. I wasn't really asleep earlier, just dozing. I might doze a bit more if you sleep."

Scott frowns. "Why weren't you asleep?"

Again, Jimmy shrugs. "I . . . kinda get stuck in the dozing phase lately?" he says. "I'm fine, I just drift. And it's not every night, so I'm getting some rest and all."

"How long has that been going on?"

"I dunno, a couple of weeks?"

So, since the fall. Scott doesn't like that.

His own symptoms have been improving—he only gets the occasional dizzy spell, and the scabs on his knuckles have become red marks. Jimmy's are healing slower, though, bumpy scars where his scales had been and enough dizziness that Scott catches him leaning against him or the wall once or twice a day. "You should report it as a symptom. It's not for any mental or emotional reason, is it?"

"I don't think so?" Jimmy says. "I just kind of . . . drift. I feel like there's something I'm trying to reach, but I can't get it while I'm awake or asleep, you know? Something missing. Does that make sense?"

It doesn't, really, but Scott nods. Weird sleep is weird sleep, and Scott knows that it can affect someone in a weirdly specific way so much that they need a weirdly specific solution. And sometimes that weirdly specific solution leads to getting engaged to your crush.

Honestly, if it weren't for all the Xornoth-fWhip-war stuff, Scott would kind of be living his best life.

Knock-knock-knock.

Scott groans.

So his time with Jimmy is going to be interrupted, is it?

He reluctantly shifts off of his partner, allowing Jimmy to slip out of bed and tiptoe across the room, through the open door and into their connected sitting room. Scott waits an extra couple of seconds, giving Jimmy time to get into his own bedroom. Then he gets up, reluctantly relinquishing his warm blankets, and crosses the freezing wooden floor of his room.

Scott pulls open the door right before the servant knocks again, cir hand raised and ready.

"Oh! Milord," ce says, taking a hurried step back. "General Maldrion has requested your presence. Would you like me to tell xem you are on your way?"

Scott barely holds himself back from rubbing his forehead. What on earth could be so urgent that the general needs him at whatever time in the morning it is?

"Yes, I'll be with xem as soon as I can," Scott tells cir. "Thank you for letting me know."

Ce bows, and Scott absolutely catches cir eyes looking around him, stealing a glance of the room behind.

Scott rolls his eyes before shutting the door. They're not going to be that careless.

"I have to head down to the war room," he tells Jimmy when the man pokes his head back into the room. "Feel like coming with?"

"May as well," Jimmy says, moving past Scott to the closet. "I love learning about your top secret war plans."

"It's likely another border disturbance," Scott waves. "You can just sit there and look pretty."

"Sit there and sleep, more likely," says Jimmy, pulling one of Scott's tunics over his head.

Scott sighs and pulls it right back off of him. "You can't wear my clothing to a meeting with members of my inner circle," he says firmly when Jimmy gives him a confused look. "Go put your own clothes on."

Scott's right about the meeting, and there's nothing he can really do but agree with the general's recommendations to strengthen the border patrol. Then he has to see Jimmy off, escorting him down to the pier. Jimmy would normally just strap on his elytra and fly out, but with the tightened security of the current times, he's got to be accompanied by a couple of guards, and since only the royals have elytra, they have to take the day's trip back overseas. At some point, Scott assumes that dolphins from the Ocean Kingdom will join them to speed up the journey.

Jimmy leaves reluctantly, giving Scott a chaste kiss (Scott's knees feel a little shaky despite the closed lips) before heading out with a wave.

And then Scott barely has any time to finish packing before he has to head out as well, his clothes bundled up into two cases and thrown onto the wagon.

His escort is made up of six soldiers (he'd managed to argue it down from twelve, as long as he accepts local guard details in each place he stops), two servants, and far too many beasts of burden. The trip is going to be an estimated maximum of three weeks, from what he recalls, and while he understands logically that they need enough food for nine people to last a week at a time (with money allotted for restocking), it still feels to him like three wagons is excessive, plus a fourth for clothing.

But Scott's been traveling as a royal for his entire life, and he knows it isn't worth it to try to pare down their supplies any more. It's good to be prepared, after all.

They set out at noon, Scott riding a stag, the other elves surrounding him on horseback. He imagines they cut a rather imposing group, hopefully enough to dissuade any attackers. He feels a bit like a sore thumb, though, their little party trundling slowly down the mountain, vulnerable to attack. It's a demon after them, unbound by laws and capable of wearing away at their magically-reinforced borders. Maybe he ought to have accepted the twelve guards.

It's not like Scott can go back now, so he scratches around Loth's antlers when he gets anxious, and just hopes that his guards have some sort of idea of what they're doing.

When Scott was very young, the few times he'd been on a road trip he had absolutely loved it. His wings hadn't fully finished growing until he was close to fifty, so although his father took care of most royal trips by flying there alone, occasionally the whim to bring his firstborn along would strike and they would journey there together, in a guard such as this. He'd coveted the time with his distant father, and the rare treks across the country became one of his favorite activities. There had been an older guard that would talk to him, who would point out various plants and explain their properties, likely more to keep him occupied than out of any fondness.

Now, like so long ago, as they spend hours on the road, Scott finds himself examining the plant growth, naming them in his head, seeing the occasional landmark that he remembers from his younger years. It helps pass the hours, helps keep his mind off the danger and off of Jimmy.

Although, thinking about Jimmy is a fairly good distraction as well. At some points, when his mind wanders, he finds himself grinning stupidly as he replays conversations with his lover.

That first day, they stop to rest at a small town called Gladieron at the base of the mountain where the City of Rivendell is built, after six or seven hours of riding, and Scott is thoroughly exhausted. He hasn't ridden anywhere in quite a while, and his whole spine feels jolted all the way up. He just wants to lie down and stretch and sleep for two days straight.

The people of Gladieron welcome them with open arms, and Scott doesn't have to do much but hold polite conversation with the mayor over dinner before being led to a room in the mayor's house and being able to sink into an old, creaky mattress.

Despite being alone, no Jimmy there to ensure his safety, Scott's tired enough from the travels of the day that he falls asleep instantly.

He's again at fWhip's mercy, the man tossing aside a whip that shines with red.

Scott shivers, the cool air of the darkness against his open wounds biting.

"I told you we could make it hurt," fWhip says, slightly out of breath. "That was just a taste. Want more of it?"

Scott can't help it; he shakes his head. His entire body stings inside and out, and he vaguely wonders what kind of enchantment the whip must have had to affect him in such a way.

"Of course you don't! So all you have to tell me is this: where is the god?"

He can't give that up. He can't. No matter how badly it hurts.

Scott bites his lip, winces when he finds it already bitten through. That's right. He was trying not to scream, and it had been the only way to keep his mouth closed.

fWhip lets out a disappointed sigh. He crouches down in front of Scott, places a soft and patronizing hand on his shoulder.

Scott can vividly see every line of color in his irises, every blemish on his nose, every hair in the stubble on his cheeks. Whatever these words are, they're important.

And then Scott jolts awake in bed, a rooster crowing somewhere outside.

For a moment, lying there on his stomach in the darkness, Scott can still feel the tearing pain of a whip on his back. It's a clear feeling, a memory acrid in the back of his mouth. The first and only time he'd been whipped had been months ago in Sausage's dungeon, alone and sleep-deprived and barely conscious of his feathers being torn from his wings, yet he feels it as if it had been yesterday.

That was bad. That was terrifying.

fWhip had whipped him bloody and Scott hadn't been able to do anything about it, every ounce of pain sharply present in his sleeping mind.

He's breathing too fast, Scott realizes, when the cold air scrapes down his throat. He swallows, pulls the surprisingly soft blanket around himself.

He misses Jimmy. Usually, he can find instant peace after a nightmare by just rolling over, his lover there beside him with open arms.

And it had been another strange nightmare. One that felt far too real for having never happened.

It wasn't real, was it? There's no way it was real. fWhip isn't actually here to torture him.

Scott, daringly, glances around the room quickly before squeezing his eyes shut again. He isn't afraid. It's not like fWhip's going to be creeping out from under his bed.

Scott steals another glance at the floor beside him just to make sure.

Something was wrong with that dream. Something was off, wasn't it?

There's just no way. He doesn't just have nightmares like that, especially one so similar to the one of the night before.

Scott doesn't know how to explain it, but that wasn't normal. He doesn't have to be a genius to know that repeated vivid dreams of being tortured aren't normal.

What is he supposed to do?

What can he even do?

In all honesty, Scott can do nothing except hope that they pass, he supposes. And hope that he can sleep through them. It would be just like him to retraumatize himself right after he finally is able to sleep by himself.

He doesn't go back to sleep now, even though he probably has the time. Scott stays there, under the covers, until the room begins to properly lighten.

Then he gets up, dresses in something a little fancier than his travel clothes (he's here for another day to conduct military inspections), and dabs a bit of foundation under his eyes in the small mirror.

Time to be a king, he supposes, and he does his best to leave the fear and nightmares behind him.

Finally, he lets out a short scream.

"There we are," Sausage encourages. He pets Scott's hair in an almost fond way. "Knew you could do it!"

Now that the dam's broken, Scott can't hold back a whimper, distorted by the way his mouth is being held open by one of Sausage's metal instruments.

Sausage holds up his pliers, a bloody tooth clenched in them. "For every minute you don't talk, I take another tooth! Sound fair?"

He waits for an answer that Scott can't give before laughing to himself.

"Just scream if you want to talk, okay? Then you tell us where the god is, and everything will stop."

Then the pliers are in his mouth again, and Scott's hyperventilating, he's choking on his own spit, it hurts it hurts it hurts—

The tooth is pulled free with a crescendo of pain, and again Scott screams, and Sausage pauses with a question in his eyes before shrugging.

"That probably wasn't a signal to stop, huh," he says cheerfully, before going in again.

And again, Scott wakes up, heart pounding and jaw aching.

He's going to throw up. All over the forest floor beside him. And that'll bring running the guard on watch, and then Scott will have to be all embarrassed about everything.

He's not going to throw up, then. That would be awful.

But the feeling of losing his molars is so vividly painful and nauseating. He can still taste the blood pooling in the back of his mouth, and he has to poke around with his tongue to make sure that all his teeth are there.

That was a bad one.

Scott's been on the road for a week, and every night he's exhausted enough that he falls asleep almost as soon as he lays down. And every night, he has dreams of the same theme. He would message Jimmy if he thought it was anything he could help with, but Scott had been having these nightmares before Jimmy had even left. There's nothing anyone can do.

And Scott has a feeling, somewhere in the back of his mind, that if he can figure out why he's having them, he'll be able to stop them.

In every dream, he's in the Void—he'd figured that out after the fifth one. The swallowing blackness with tiny specks of floating color ought to have helped him catch on earlier, but it had usually escaped his notice what with the torture and everything.

Whoever it is tormenting him—either fWhip, Sausage, or Joey, with sometimes a guest appearance from Xornoth right before he wakes—is always asking for the same thing.

"Where's the god?" Joey asks petulantly.

"C'mon, Scott, you know you want to tell us where the god is!" Sausage says.

"Just tell us where the god is," fWhip says lowly, dangerously. "Then we can stop."

And suddenly, right there wrapped in his bedroll, a realization hits him.

These aren't just dreams. This is magic.

They're too clear. He sees everything as if it's actually happening, he feels every moment of pain.

Xornoth wants something from him.

Xornoth wants to know where Aeor is.

Which is all well and good, but how on earth does he expect Scott to know?

Scott has, technically, communed with Aeor. Not much—just enough to ask for (and receive) a strengthening of the empire's crops, and to receive His crown of legend.

And, yeah. Scott can see how someone might interpret that as being highly favored of the god. And he is favored, but not enough to know where Aeor is, or engage with Him face to face. That would require more strength or faith than Scott has. He doesn't have any need for that, either. It's not like he's Aeor's champion, after all.

Unless. . . .

Wait a second.

Scott has received the crown of legend, the first ruler of Rivendell to be gifted as such. In fact, he doesn't think any other ruler short of Alinar has been quite so favored.

Xornoth is clearly Exor's champion; the fight in the End and the release of Xornoth's power through the death of the dragon had proven that. If Exor's champion is here right now, then Aeor's champion is sure to either already be here or is about to appear.

And Scott, lucky him, is the only current direct descendant of the royal line—and, as already mentioned, highly favored unto Aeor.

Oh no.

Scott is Aeor's champion.

He sits up abruptly, kicking away the blankets that are tangled around his legs. No. No, he isn't—he isn't worthy of this, he isn't ready for this, he can't have that kind of power—

"Milord?"

Scott starts, whips around. One of the guards is standing there, her bow held loosely at her side. She nods sharply when his eyes meet hers.

"Is everything all right?" she asks. "Do you require my assistance with anything?"

Scott stares at her for a long moment before his brain processes exactly what she had asked.

"Um, thank you, Calidil, no," he says, rubbing a hand down his cheek. His jaw still hurts. He hates when nightmares linger, leaving physical sensations. He can only hope Calidil doesn't notice the way he gingerly holds his mouth, nor the way his wings twitch anxiously behind him.

His father had told him time and time again that the natural respondency of wings were a royal's greatest foil, and he ought to get in the habit of ensuring that his never gave away his thoughts or feelings.

Unfortunately, while he once was quite good at that, in recent months he's found his skill at controlling his wings to be lacking.

"Does your sleep disturb you, sire?" she asks, a frown crossing her face. "Not that it is my place, but I have noticed that you sleep restlessly and wake early. Might I suggest a tea that my mother used to make, an infusion of woodlace bark and calming plants?"

Scott is shaking his head almost before she finishes speaking. He still doesn't do well with food and drink prepared by others, especially if, in instances such as this, he isn't familiar with how the ingredients will affect him. "Thank you, but I will be all right," he tells her. Then, to change the subject (and distract himself, he can't be Aeor's champion that's too much), "Do you happen to know when we plan to continue?"

Four days later, after Scott wakes up crying from the pain of needles being slowly pushed under his fingernails, he takes Calidil up on her offer of tea.

He hadn't wanted to, but it's gotten to the point where he can't think about sleeping without panicking, can't get in bed without his heart leaping into his throat. He can't bother Jimmy about it, and he definitely needs rest for this journey, so the next best option is to force himself to sleep.

He watches her prepare the concoction that she calls tea, asks about the properties of every ingredient, then drinks it slowly and reluctantly before bed, stomach already jumping and throat barely able to choke it down. It doesn't really taste all that good, either, kind of flowery and too-sweet with a bitter aftertaste. He forces it down still, then changes into sleep clothes.

His bed for tonight is on the floor of the main room of a farmhouse (the elderly couple running the farm had tried to make him take the bed, but he'd refused), and he tries to get comfortable while waiting for it to kick—

Whoa.

He feels . . . so sleepy.

He just wants to close his eyes.

He doesn't like the feeling, Scott decides blearily. It feels too much like being drugged. Too much like leaving himself open for attacks.

But he doesn't get to think about it any more than that, because only moments later, he's opening his eyes in the Void.

His body is trembling. His knees smart from supporting him on whatever hard, invisible surface he kneels on. His wings are bound together painfully.

And Scott, for the first time, is aware that he's dreaming while he's dreaming.

And just a moment later he's screaming, his side exploding into searing pain.

It takes him a moment to register fWhip stepping in front of him, one hand twirling a—a red-hot branding iron, in the shape of the Grimlands' signet.

Belatedly, Scott smells something like cooking meat.

If this wasn't a dream, he might throw up.

But it is a dream, he reminds himself firmly. Does dream logic still apply?

His thoughts are cut off by a gloved hand gripping his hair and forcing his sagging body to straighten up. Scott cries out, briefly, before biting his tongue.

"The god, Smajor," fWhip says, and he sounds annoyed. "Tell us, and it'll stop. All we want is the god."

Dear Aeor, they're persistent. No wonder fWhip is annoyed, if they've been giving Scott the same brand of nightmare for days, just waiting for his subconscious mind to give up this information—information that, mind you, he doesn't have.

They want Aeor. How is Scott supposed to know where a literal god is? Especially one he's never seen, or technically even spoken to.

In an unexpected move, fWhip jabs the iron hard into Scott's stomach.

Scott gasps, the breath punched out of him, then holds back a scream as fWhip holds it there. He can hear his own flesh sizzling, can feel the awful, sickening pain that pulses out from his stomach—he tries, he tries to get away from it by instinct more than anything, but as far back as his back can bow fWhip can reach farther.

He's actually shaking with the effort of not screaming, involuntary little whimpers escaping his throat, and finally fWhip sighs and slowly pulls it away, taking some of Scott's skin with it, he's sure.

Scott's body holds its position for a moment more, then sags in relief, twitching against his will with every wave of pain that hits.

He can't do this. He's going to die if he doesn't give up the information.

It's just a dream, he reminds himself. It's just a dream. He can just—he can just wake up, right?

How does he normally wake up?

He doesn't think he's ever lucid-dreamed before, he doesn't know how to force himself out of the dream, he's hyperventilating and his mind is full of so much pain—

"Scott."

He looks up; fWhip is still standing before him, arms crossed.

"Remember how bad it was?" fWhip asks, one eyebrow raised, seemingly unimpressed. "When we had you for six days? Remember how much it hurt, how much it still hurts? That's never going to end, Scott."

He's right. It's always going to be so difficult to sleep without Jimmy, he's always going to have scars, the memories will always be raw and painful and jarring.

fWhip crouches down in front of him, the leather of his boots squeaking. Idly, he twirls the metal rod around in his hands.

"And you know what we're gonna do to that god?" he says softly, staring directly into Scott's eyes. "We're gonna make it even worse for him. The god will feel more pain than you can imagine."

Can gods feel pain? fWhip seems pretty confident about it.

"But he's a pretty slippery one. So if you tell us, right now, how to get to him, we'll make everything quick and painless for him and leave you alone as much as possible," fWhip promises. "So we're gonna give you two more times to try and answer, all right?"

He's stuck. Wake up, he silently shouts. Wake up wake up wake up!

But he remains stubbornly there, fWhip staring at him.

They want—they want Aeor. He doesn't know where Aeor is. They want him to tell them, somehow, where Aeor is.

Scott lets his eyes fall from fWhip's, down to the Void below.

It looks just like the Void had, those weeks ago when he chose to risk everything for Jimmy. It had hardly been a choice, really. Jimmy is his everything.

It had been terrifying to fall. To tuck his wings close to his body and dive, praying with every fiber of his being that he would reach Jimmy before he lost him forever.

And almost as if it's that easy, Scott careens forward and is falling again, just like he had back then, but his wings are bound to his back and his body is spasming in pain and he can't save himself—

There's something white twinkling below, growing larger and larger and—

Scott's sitting on the back of a sparkling white stag, the breath knocked out of him with the sudden landing.

The stag's head turns to look at him, blinking slowly. There's something wise in its eyes, something older than Scott has ever seen.

Well. He's found Aeor.

Scott slumps against the neck of the stag, utterly spent.

It's just a dream, and yet Scott doesn't think he could move a muscle with the pain that courses through him. His fingers (hadn't his hands been bound above his head?) grip loosely at the stag's silky hair as the beast begins to walk, slowly and gracefully as a wooded area slowly comes into view around them.

There's a bird singing somewhere, and Scott sees, sometimes, face turned outward with his cheek pressed against the stag, a deer poking curiously through the brush or a rabbit hopping through the long, dewy grass.

This would be nice if he didn't hurt so bad.

The stag doesn't speak (it is a stag, after all—but Scott kind of expects it to open its mouth and start spewing godly wisdom anyways), just carries him through the forest, hooves making light crunching sounds against the forest floor.

And then a new sound hits his ears—the sound of water.

The trees grow more sparse, the brush grows taller, thick with vines, and a bullfrog is making its loud, croaky call somewhere in the distance. The ground becomes softer, more marshy, until it begins to give way to pools of water. Then the stag stops. It huffs, paws at the ground.

Scott needs to look, doesn't he? He needs to lift his heavy head and see for what reason it is that the stag has stopped.

But he's so tired. He doesn't want to raise his head, pounding as it is. He wants to go to sleep. He wants to close his eyes and drift off, let his pain be swallowed up by the darkness.

An odd thought for a dreamer.

Is this even a dream anymore?

Without warning, Scott's stomach drops as he starts sliding forward.

The stag has bent its neck down, lower and lower, and Scott's weak fingers can't hold on tight enough to do anything but slide, right off the stag's neck between the antlers and gently, gracefully, into water.

Scott sinks into it, clouds of red billowing around him and bubbles streaming from his mouth in the clear water as he falls deeper, until his toes hit silty mud beneath him. It isn't too deep—he's sure that if he just pushed up a bit, his head would break the surface—but he doesn't fight it. He just rests there, under the water, and sighs.

It's cool, and fresh, and every little ebb of a current relaxes his muscles further and brings relief to his multitude of pains. His wings come loose, bonds floating away, and instead of being full of waterlogged, heavy feathers, they feel weightless.

Scott blinks down at himself, and feels nothing more than slight shock as the blistering burns on his body slowly fade away, angry red bubbles softening into unblemished skin.

That's quite nice. He wishes that would happen while awake, too.

A fish—a cod, it looks like—swims up to him, noses at his arms.

It's as if Jimmy is sending a little friend to check up on him in his sleep. That's nice.

Then the cod pokes, urgently, in the middle of his chest.

And Scott wakes up.

His eyes open slowly, reluctantly, as if the water is still dragging him down, pulling on his very bones to try and keep him under the spell of sleep.

Every part of his body feels heavy. His eyelids feel heavy. Every movement is an effort.

He's never taking a sleeping draught again.

Light filters in through the uncovered windows, leaving patches of gold on the rough wooden floor. Scott forces himself to push up into a kneel, relinquishing his nest of blankets on the floor, his back popping and wings shuddering.

That was . . . that was an experience.

He doesn't even know what part of the dream to think about. The healing pool of water in the swampy area, the shining stag, falling through the Void, fWhip burning him—

Scott tugs up his nightshirt, fingers clumsy and sleepy. No brand on his stomach—he twists around—no brand on his side. Not that he's ever woken up with any marks from a nightmare, but this one had felt so real. He'd been so conscious of everything that happened, conscious enough to think about the implications of the dream while it was happening.

Xornoth is looking for Aeor. fWhip told Scott that he would have two more tries to give up Aeor's location, or else they would subject the god to even worse torture than what Scott's gone through.

Two more tries. Two more nights of torment, and then they stop playing games.

The war is about to begin, isn't it?

Now this puts Scott up to a test of his leadership: does he continue on with the tour, spend the last week or so traveling until they circle back around to the City of Rivendell?

Or does he call for an emergency return, go back to the palace now in case of the beginning of the war?

Nobody will blame him if he sticks to the original plan. There's no way for him to know, logically, that the real fight is about to begin.

And if he returns now to prep for an emergency and nothing happens then he'll look like a fool, a scared king who can barely stand to be away from his safe castle walls for more than a week.

But can he continue on in this way, when he knows he ought to be at home, gathering the armies?

He has his communicator. It's not like he's totally cut off from everyone while out here—in fact, whenever he can get a connection, he messages his advisors and asks for updates.

And this is still important work, after all. It needs done just as desperately as anything else.

For the empire, and for his allies, it would be best to finish the journey, Scott decides. It was planned as a show of support for the country, and it wouldn't do to flee before the farther reaches of the country have been visited. They're expecting a good portion of their army to come from one of the cities near the border, which is where they'll be stopping next. To have such a place feel snubbed by their own king could very well be disastrous.

So on this day, Scott ignores the looming sense of doom and prepares for travel.

Such is the life of a king.

That night, Joey slams Scott's head against the invisible floor and kicks his teeth in.

The night after that, Sausage pulls his primary feathers out one by one.

And on the third night, fWhip is there again, arms crossed.

"Well, Scott, you had your chances," he says lightly. "But because I'm a nice guy, I'll give you one more. Where is the god?"

And, just like every night before, Scott can't give that up. Even if he knew the answer, he wouldn't.

He shakes his head, sending his blood-soaked hair flopping into his eyes.

He doesn't even know what injuries he has tonight. A cut on his head, at least, judging by the heat pulsing out from his temple. He's shirtless tonight, more drops of blood rolling down his bruised and battered chest.

fWhip clicks his tongue. "Well, I can't say I'm surprised," he says. "Impressed, but not surprised. I gotta respect you, Scott. You're a strong guy."

Scott's laugh turns into a cough when he feels a sharp pain in his side. Broken rib, feels like. "I'm not strong," he manages eventually, voice a dull rasp. "Just . . . stupid."

fWhip laughs. "You're right," he says, almost fondly. "I don't know any other idiot who would go through all this to protect one person. Well," he adds, "I know one other idiot, I guess."

fWhip checks his watch. "You know what? It's about time to go track down a god," he says, giving Scott a cheeky wave. "Hope you don't mind. I'll be honest, I really won't miss our little nightly reunions—as fun as it is to make you scream, it's kind of exhausting being here every night."

"Tell me about it," Scott whispers.

And then he's awake.

That one hadn't been so bad, all things considered—but Scott's heart is still pounding like he just ran a mile. He hates those dreams, hates being stuck in whatever invisible chains they have, forced to feel pain at their will.

They're humiliating, too. A replay of all he'd gone through at the hands of those three just months ago, all packaged up into perfect bite-sized sessions. Scott just knows he looks paler than ever as the mortification washes over him anew. He's been screaming in the hands of his tormentors every night—he isn't a king, he isn't anything to them, just something to torture.

His mind feels pushed to its last fraying wire. Every day has been full of traveling or speeches or military inspections, and every night filled with torture and threats. He can't do it anymore. He just can't do it.

If his predictions are correct, then he won't have another one of those dreams. Not in the foreseeable future, at least.

But if he's wrong . . . it may be better to simply never sleep again.

Scott groans, pushing his fingers into his eyes. He really doesn't want to go through the whole not-sleeping thing again. It took weeks to get to a point where he could even think about sleeping without Jimmy there. He wants to actually get rest at some point in his life.

Maybe Jimmy can help him with these nightmares, too.

Or maybe Scott just really misses Jimmy. Maybe he just wants to spend time with his lover, and his idea that Jimmy might help with these nightmares is wishful thinking inspired by a lovesick heart.

He does miss Jimmy. He hadn't thought, just a year ago, that he would ever be so attached to any one person. He had friends—Gem and Katherine, certainly, were friends, right? Maybe more like allies—but no one close to him. Especially not Jimmy.

He'd hated Jimmy. He'd teased him and pushed his buttons and laughed when fWhip and Sausage and Joey would 'joke' about beating him up.

And now, he intends to marry the man. Now, he has friends like Lizzie and Joel, who joke with him, and sit around in pajamas in Jimmy's living room and gossip, and message him to check up on him and are always happy to see him.

And right now, they all might be marching out to fight the first battle.

Scott wants Jimmy here, right now, in front of him. He needs to know he's safe.

They're leaving the city of Milerienira later today to begin the journey back to the City of Rivendell, with plans to stop at five more towns for the night on the way. So about a week before they return?

A lot of things could happen in a week. His communicator likely won't have service for most, if not all of the rest of the journey.

Scott leans out of bed to his satchel on the floor, pulls out his communicator. He can just message Jimmy right now and warn him that he thinks something bad will happen.

The last message in their messaging history is from Jimmy, a quick miss you that he'd sent two days prior. Scott can't help the goofy smile that spreads across his face as he looks at it.

But he has something important to say, so he thinks for a moment before typing up a message. He stops halfway through explaining that he thinks the war is about to start and erases it. He doesn't want to seem paranoid. He considers the screen for a few more minutes before finally typing up a shorter, more vague message.

I have a bad feeling. Stay safe.

He copies the message and sends it to Lizzie, trusting that she'll pass it on to all their allies.

Then he pulls up the direct message to his main council.

He needs to sound more divine-kingly than 'I have a bad feeling', especially as he may or may not be Aeor's Champion (a revelation he's been firmly ignoring all journey).

I fear that darkness approaches, he writes. Is the empire prepared to defend herself?

A little pretentious, but just the kind of thing his advisors expect of him.

And though it's not even anywhere near time to rise, Scott gets up and changes out his night clothes for white leggings and a long, embroidered blue tunic, belted at his waist, slipping on his travel boots last of all.

Then he goes out among the few early-waking people, talking with those he serves, and ignores the way his communicator seems to burn in his pocket.

No news reaches him through the rest of the journey, and the nightmares cease. Scott's so exhausted from the daily journeying and lack of good rest for weeks that he doesn't even have the energy to freak out about sleeping, and he's also tired enough that he doesn't even dream.

He tries to put his friends out of his mind. Even if the war has begun, it could take any number of days for it to get bad—and maybe it's a terrible thought, but the emperors aren't likely to get hurt. For the most part, they won't be allowed to be out in the midst of the fighting. They'll be fine.

Jimmy will be fine.

He finishes the tour with a town near the base of the mountain on the other side from where they'd come out, and then they start the two-day trek back up to the capital.

Their spirits are high, surprisingly—perhaps they had noticed Scott's anxiety, but one of the guards starts up an old drinking song and everybody joins in, and when that one ends they pick up another, and so on and so forth. When they can't remember any more tunes, Eitvi—a guard with a renowned talent for storytelling, one of the servants whispers to Scott—picks up a story that goes on for more than an hour. Trading of stories follows amongst the troupe, and though Scott doesn't give one himself, he's content enough to listen, fingers gently combing any knots out of Loth's hair.

The second day begins with stories that transition into an encore round of songs, all the way up until they reach the City of Rivendell, when they fall silent one by one, a clear longing for home in the lines of their faces.

Scott waves to his people, gathered in the cobbled streets, as he rides by, up the winding paths to his palace. He's exhausted, he's worn this tunic three times since it was last washed, and he hasn't bathed in two days, but he does his best to hold his head high and smile like a king successful.

Until he reaches the palace.

One of his younger council members is waiting at the stables, almost appearing out of breath. Strange, but Scott gives them a nod as he dismounts, holding back a groan at the feeling of solid ground again.

It isn't customary for council members to meet him outside the palace after a trip. He's meant to have at least a moment to freshen up in his rooms before being pulled away into a meeting, and in times before the upcoming war, he was usually given a day to rest without interruption.

This

"Galidre," he greets, passing off Loth to a stablehand and hobbling out of the dark stables to stand beside his advisor, legs reluctant to straighten after so long riding. "What news?"

"Did the messenger reach you?"

That's never good.

"No, we didn't see a messenger," Scott replies. Galidre looks back and forth, something close to grief on their face.

Scott's stomach clenches. Has the war really started, as he'd hoped it wouldn't? As he'd known it was going to?

"The armies of Mythland have begun the war," Galidre says, and Scott's breath vanishes from his chest. Mythland? But they'd all assumed fWhip would start the war, had concentrated the main part of their plans on the Grimlands. How could—?

Jimmy—

Before he can even speak, Galidre makes his worst fears come true.

"The Cod Empire has fallen," they say dreadfully, hands twitching at their side.

No.

"The Codfather—" Scott starts, desperately, Jimmy must be with Lizzie, he must've fled—

Galidre shakes their head. "No word," they say. "Likely—likely dead or captive."

Scott knows, in his heart, that Jimmy wouldn't be taken captive.

They want him dead.

If Jimmy hasn't managed to escape by some means, he's . . . he's. . . .

He would've made contact if he had escaped. Right?

But they haven't received word—

Scott fumbles for it, in his satchel, his communicator—he needs to know—

The only message is from Lizzie.

Have you heard from Jimmy?

No. No no no no no—

"You're needed in the war room immediately," Galidre says, their mouth slightly behind their words, the words that echo in Scott's head.

Jimmy's gone.

And the war continues.

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realcube · 2 years

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hey hey hey sweetie!!! do you mind if i ask for saiki with a flirty s/o?? like, they're in a "secret relationship" (don't ask me why but it seems fun) and when the two of them are alone y/n is just openly flirting with him and kissing him on the lips because- why not 🤨🤨 i hope i'm not bothering you!!! thank you so much!!!

SAIKI WITH A FLIRTY S/O

tws ♡ gaslighting? but not really

a/n ♡ asks are never a bother ! tysm for the request :D this was very entertaining to write haha

♡ depending on how “secret” the relationship is and how you treat him in public or at school, saiki will literally return that same energy

♡ if you’re more open and put on the “good friends with chemistry” act and still hang out with him and his little group of friends, then he’ll treat you like he treats his friends

♡ which isn’t the best, granted, but he cares deep down! 😅

♡ plus, it’s better than what were to happen if you act as though he doesn’t exist

♡ not only will he be the slightest bit offended, but he’ll also be annoyed because he’ll need to continue making everything in your life perfect, while acting as though he doesn’t even know your name !

♡ and yes, he’s aware that using his powers from afar to make everything in your life unrealistically perfect is probably morally incorrect somehow, but he doesn’t have any time to think about it critically as he’s too busy trying to use his telekinesis to make two milk cartons fall out the vending machine, instead of one

♡ and if you even try to text him about his antics

♡ ‘saiki !!! stop using your powers for me !!!’

♡ he will use his most powerful psychic ability: gaslighting (girlbossing and gatekeeping)

♡ ‘what are you talking about?’

♡ ‘you using your telekinesis to give me more milk from the vending machine!!!’

♡ ‘that wasn’t me’

♡ ‘then who was it, kusuo?’

♡ ‘the milk gods?? maybe you’re the chosen one. anyway, stop messaging me, stranger.’

♡ he’s infuriating, to say the least

♡ he’s lucky you’re even nice to him in private lol

♡ but after a long day of getting on each others nerves, you can come over to his house, bake some sweet treats, watch some TV, play some video games and simply love each other, as couples do

♡ and to make up for how distant you are during the day, sometimes, you are extra affectionate during these private, intimate moments !!

♡ you even flirt with him as if y’all aren’t already dating which both confuses and flusters him every single time

♡ he always tries to give sarcastic and nonchalant responses to your advances to seem ‘cool’ but in reality you can tell he’s losing his mind beneath the surface

♡ but you allow him to revel in the fantasy that he is coming off as aloof and mysterious instead of just ... hypnotised and awkward

♡ though it does make you feel quite powerful

♡ with a single kiss on the cheek, you are able to stun the guy that can make the entire world implode with a single sneeze

♡ and every time you express affection, you manage to pull a different reaction from him depending on his mood

♡ but never once has he pulled the annoyed face ! he actually retired that after you told him it was “inappropriate” and “rude” to make the annoyed face while nendou is trying to tell him about his terrifying and life-threatening encounter with freddy fazbear in the shower

♡ most of the time, his reaction is just a bright red blush but an expression like 😐

♡ and when he receives affection from you (and you exclusively), a remarkable phenomenon occurs in which his internal dialogue stops spitting sarcastic remarks for five whole second

♡ scientists detected an absence of cosmological redshift in the five days proceeding

♡ coincidence , i think not !!!

♡ but anyway, that is probably the least dramatic thing that has happened after you’ve been intimate with him

♡ after your first kiss, he accidentally magnified a wormhole

♡ he had to go back in time to fix it so actually the “first kiss” with saiki that you remember is entirely different to what he remembers and your first kiss with him is his second first kiss with you

♡ so there are definitely downfalls to dating a psychic

♡ but he’s accepted that he needs to learn how to control his powers better and stop having such volatile reactions to your affection but it is certainly not going to stop anytime soon

#saiki x you #kusuo saiki x reader #saiki kusuo #kusou saiki x reader #saiki k #i've forgotten how to tag #kusuo x reader

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Push and Pull

Vox Akuma x Ike Eveland

Vox has always loved Ike and while Ike doesnt want anything to change some things already have.

I wrote this and ended up having some trouble so I apologise if the ending seems off and the fic stops making sense somewhere in between, at this point I just wanted to post this so i could move on from it and see what I could improve on.

Vox sat across the table unamused with his arms crossed as a very amused novelist watched him with their chin in their hand and legs crossed. Vox looked down at his dice and the papers that were strewn about the coffee table with numbers and instructions and so on.

The Luxiem members were gathered around an office during a break and topics such as hobbies and interests came up. Vox had mentioned that he would play dungeons and dragons with friends and it sparked even more conversation which led down some rabbit holes. He made a joke that he could DnD anything if he really wanted to and then mentioned how people already made ‘spicy dice’ but with the many dice and many numbers of said dice there were ‘so many possibilities’. Ike hearing this questioned him further, so, Vox continued going on about chores, actions and even making friends. Maybe he should’ve stopped because a week later he found himself going through withdrawals.

“You can always quit, you know?” Ike mused but the voice demon pursed his lips only to let out a defeated sigh.

“No no, I mentioned this and,,, it wouldn’t be right to just give up or quit, I’m serious about this and you’ve set your rules. I’ll do this your way” Vox spoke gathering everything neatly, however his break was over and he had to get back to work. Ike was surprised, not at how he hadn’t given up or even playfully thrown the towel asking for an exception but how serious the voice demon was taking this.

“Sometimes I wish I understood what went through his head” Ike whispered, to no one in particular but a certain blonde had heard.

“Is Ikey Wikey confused? Mmmmmh~” Luca teased, he was dressed in his bartender uniform and smelt of alcohol but Ike kept his composure.

“Whether I'm confused or not is none of your business Luca and if I have any questions, I’ll ask” Ike gathered the dice and papers placing them into a zip folder.

“If you have questions, you can always ask Shu, they’ve been friends for a long time, like us, so he might have answers” The blonde walked away and Ike simply continued with his evening. He went back home, showering, changing, and having dinner. He sat on his sofa watching the TV while eating ice-cream and jelly when a knock at his door interrupted his peace.

“Ike, let me in its cold” Ike rushed to let his friends in and closed the door behind them, grabbing a blanket for the purple haired sorcerer and the fox detective.

“What are you two doing here?! It's freezing outside, you should be at home!” Ike scolded but the other two chuckled sheepishly, sighing he and the other two men settled in the living room after making some tea to warm the two up.

“Let me guess Luca said something?” Ike wasn't amused by his friend's actions, but he appreciated the concern from him and the rest.

“Yeah, listen I know it might not be something you want to talk about but on the off chance you do, I’m here” Shu said in his soft tone comforting him. The three talked and spent time watching and discussing movies and so on until Mysta went to sleep for an early start the next day leaving Shu and Ike alone.

“Where do I start- what do I ask?” His voice was small, which wasn’t common for the Ike Eveland but Shu heard everything, he heard him.

“Anything, I guess” He shrugged staring at the TV but keeping Ike in his peripheral. He saw him open his mouth a couple of times only for a look of confusion along with other emotions to cross his face. Shaking his head he stared at the writer taking a step for him.

“Why do you keep him at arm’s length?” Ike looks stunned, he didn’t think he kept distance from Vox but that could be him just trying to convince him otherwise.

“Its like a game of push and pull, he pushes, and you pull away” Shu explained and he was probably right.

“I don’t know, he’s always been so sweet and in theory I should be interested but I’ve already said no,,, right now is good, being friends is good” Ike mumbles at the end. He enjoyed the unchanging comfort Vox offered that if he needed someone Vox would be there- so would Luca, but he was a different situation- a younger brother if you would. Vox was gentle and patient and a good listener, he knew what to do and say and how to make sure everything would be alright. It was good, they were good.

“He cares for you deeply Ike, and it might seem hard to believe with his insistent flirting to you and kind of the others but he does and that’s not going to change” Shu tried to ease his mind seeing Ike’s furrowed brows and worrisome eyes.

“I know” Ike mumbled. Soon the two went to sleep but Ike laid awake thinking about the voice demon he refused to believe was ‘evil’ at some point. Vox was always sweet, yes, he was one of the most kind men alive and yes he could be a complete egghead but he was kind at core. Even if he was touchy at work he waited before actually making contact or poke quickly to get his attention to ask if it was ok. He actually asked if Ike was ok with it and still asked after he said yes. In the beginning he would wait to see if Ike would lean into it and meet half way and when he did it slowly went to subtle touches that weren’t intimate but broke the personal space barrier however if it escalated to anything he’d ask with silent permission if he could continue, waiting for a definitive answer. Ike tested that theory one day, he wanted to see what would happen if he didn’t give in and when Vox had gone to brush hair out of his eyes, something he told him was ok, he backed away. Vox froze. It was only a quick second and he quickly apologized, proceeding to keep his distance until Ike made it clear he wasn't uncomfortable around him which seemed to relieve him a bit, but it took a couple of months before Vox went completely back to normal even after all the times he tried to tell he was just surprised and he was ok.

‘A game of push and pull’

After their team had become a friend group the two became closer and, on a hang out Vox planned a full day of things going to a cafe, seeing an exclusive exhibit and going to bookstores and the old, preserved libraries he somehow found. He even bought him a gift that was a calligraphy set along with a few pens and hand bound notebooks. That night dropping Ike off and walking him to the door he had confessed his feelings. He could recite it, every word, heck he could probably write a whole script on what happened.

“Ike, I-” hesitation

“I love you, Ike” He never looked so soft and vulnerable as he did then, eyes brimming with emotions and yet he looked so peaceful.

“Vox, I’m sorry”

“I know” contentment laced in his voice and small smile graced his lips

“Ughh, this is gonna be so awkward huh?”

‘how can you joke and still smile’

“Yeah, I guess”

“Don't worry Ikey nothing will change, I’m still your friend” His smile somehow got softer along with his eyes and his shoulders weren't tense as before, even if it was barely noticeable.

The next couple of weeks it really was like nothing had happened, aside from the fact Vox had to go to a different state and even got busy with work he still texted and sent memes, he remained Vox. It took a month, but they had eased into their dynamic again with a few updates here and there Vox had started teasing him about his own crush on him which allowed Ike to tease him as well, now it was rare but a playful eye roll or a ‘you wound me’ would be a typical answer. Ike sometimes wondered if Vox got over him but then something like lingering touches would happen and suddenly, he knew exactly what he felt. He fell asleep curled and holding a spare pillow close.

The next day at work, again during break Vox rolled dice again and it all led to a dead end, again, he slumped in his seat but never complained even when everyone was teasing him or even saying to just get over it, he still followed the rules set. Break was over and Ike had quickly made sure if he'd be coming over for their horror night. To which he said yes before disappearing to God knows where.

“I’ll let you cuddle me in dnd”

“Just dnd, you wound me Ike Eveland, I’ll have you know I’m an excellent cuddler, you can ask all the pillows and teddy bears I own” Vox laughed still playful as he plated the burgers they had ordered.

“I’m serious, I’ll let you cuddle me, in real life, if you dnd it” Ike was seated on the floor on a fluffy rug that was big enough for the entire living room, one arm on the sofa seat and the other laced with it.

“I’ll cuddle you in dnd as a roleplay but I won't in real life” the seriousness behind his voice didn’t make sense, it did but it didn’t at the same time. Vox always stated how huggable Ike was and how he could cuddle him if he could, the desire to do so was always present behind his eyes suppressed so no one could see but Ike could and he gave him a free card to do so. So why?

“So how are we going about this, are there more papers this time?” Vox was now beside him and playful again, the plates now on the coffee table in front of them as they (mainly Vox) played the game and Ike helped with puzzles. Soon they called for a break and Ike brought out dice and papers.

“First role to see if you can initiate the cuddle” Ike read out loud.

“Initiating a cuddle, I didn’t know that was a thing” Vox rolled as Ike could help but shake his head at his antiques.

“A 20, The voice demon is welcomed into the fort of blankets now sitting beside a literacy warlock”

“Right, I’d like to roll to see if I can move closer”

“How would that work?”

“Focus Vox”

“Thats all?”

“Yes that's all and it's a nat 14”

“Oh, ok, um, you scoot closer to the warlock who acknowledges your presence”

“Nice, mmm, I’d like to offer a hug, just a short one if they like”

“They accept and are now next to you”

“No roll? I-”

“Vox”

“Alright, I ask if they are ok to cuddle”

“The warlock accepts however they are tried and wish to sleep”

“Oh I could hug them. Are they big spoon or little spoon?”

“I dont know, roll”

“Aaah~ 15”

“They are a little spoon, anything else you wish to do?”

“I’d like to cover them with a blanket”

“What do you think a blanket fort is, Vox?”

“Right, then I’d like to hold them close as they sleep staying awake to make sure they’re ok” Silence, Ike was supposed to say something but he didn’t, or better he couldn’t.

“So that's finished then?” Ike stumbled internally but nodded at Vox who picked up the controller again looking at the screen again his eyebrows soon scrunched together as he spoke again.

“Have we been here before?” Ike looked at the screen slightly dazed but responded, nonetheless.

“I think we might be in a loop”

“Ah, nooo~ that means we gotta pinch ourselves”

“It would be good to save though, we’ve discovered a lot so” Ike mumbled only hearing a hum of agreement. Vox went home that night instead of sleeping over because he had an assignment early in the morning. Ike bid him goodbye and he went to his living room, his feet were on the edge of the sofa and he placed his head on his hand on top of his knees. Vox helped clean up, he always did, he'd make sure there was no mess left when he leaves and he had an infuriating habit of never forgetting anything, almost like he never came over to his house. He decided to sleep off the weird feelings buzzing within him but he knew he’d have to deal with them sooner or later.

The next day he didn't see Vox for a whole day, which was fine but he didn't even see the messages that he sent.

The day after Vox still wasn't back and there was no news on him, on what he may be doing or what he was sent for. Again, no messages were seen and he was off-line for a while now. If Vox wasn't back by the week he'd go to Luca for answers.

"He's been missing for 9 days" Ike was short and direct, catching the mafia boss off guard.

"Ike, you ok?" Luca's voice wavered a bit, he knew not to mess with a mad Ike, he knew from the many lectures he had received as a kid.

"Vox has been missing for 9 days” the matter-of-fact tone didn't fade and Luca now had an idea on what Ike was saying or asking.

"We had to deal with a few things and he stayed back since something was uncovered he said he'd go radio silence for a bit- before you say anything I did say it was a bad idea but he didn't listen" Ike's glare sharpened and Luca shrank, visibly, wanting nothing more than for the chair to swallow him whole. Luca may be a mafia boss but he knew better than to go against the older male, he knew more so because of the multiple times Ike had given him a similar glare when he so much as even looked at the line.

“I’m sure if I explain to him the situation, whatever it is, he’ll come back” Luca let out, in the smallest voice he could muster to not anger Ike more.

“I’m sure he will” Ike left and Luca finally relaxed, although he didn't give a reason for his urgency to know where Vox was, Luca still prayed for the voice demon for when he returned.

Ike was on edge the whole day, in turn making everyone else other than the luxiem members (with the exception of Luca) nervous.

'Whatever it is'

How was he supposed to explain that there was no reason other than sheer concern. Vox was gone and it felt like something was ripped away from him.

“Ike, you ok?” Ike looked up to see Shu who was clearly concerned about him.

“I’m fine” It was curt but his eyes were down cast.

“Come on, I need your help” Shu stated, they headed towards his workspace a door that led to a large room with books and scrolls scattered around along with different jars of colours on the shelves.

“Keep me company” The sorcerer had his back to Ike while he fiddled with stones and elixirs, Shu was always on the side lines of the chaos of their friendship, he knew the members well. Well enough to know Ike needed a moment to think in comfort and not spiral alone, and if he had any questions he’d answer them. However it wouldn’t hurt to tell.

“Vox asked to keep and eye on you, he can tell somethings off” it was gentle, as if he was afraid, he’d set something off. Ike had taken a seat, fiddling with his hands.

“I’m fine Shu I was just worried that he wasn’t anywhere for the past couple of days” Ike spoke. He wasn’t fine, he so desperately wanted nothing to change between the two of them that he didn’t see the little things that did and when Vox was nowhere to be seen with no response and no message or anything to say where he was; Ike was worried. Something had changed and he didn’t like it. Something changed a while ago, otherwise he wouldn’t have given the offer, he wouldn’t have set rules and he wouldn’t have been so distraught not seeing him. He let out a sigh of exhaustion.

“I have to talk to him, don’t I?”

“That would be the sensible thing to do” Shu mussed.

“I don’t know when he’ll be back though” Ike stayed there for the rest of the day contemplating on what to tell the voice demon until he went home following his routine until he heard a knock on the door.

Vox stood there in a hoodie and sweat pants, a sheepish smile on his lips and the ever so gentle look in his eyes.

“When did you get back?” Ike moved aside letting him in, closing the door behind him.

“This afternoon I finished some papers and went home to freshen up” Vox sat down on the sofa and Ike followed.

“You should be resting” It was stern.

“I wanted to see my best man” Ike had to tell him.

“I-“

“I love you” Ike had never been more vulnerable than in that moment, he had so many ways to say and explain what he was feeling but it all became null to him. He couldn’t look Vox in the eyes, looking down feeling his heart and soul twist in the silence. He could hear Vox take in a breath to speak nothing followed.

“I don’t want anything to change, I don’t want us to change” the second part was softer, eyes still down.

“Ike, talk to me, please” Vox had slipped a hand into his, it was warm, everything about him was warm and he didn’t want to lose that.

“I’m- I’m sorry” His vision started to blurr and Vox had brought him close engulfing him.

“I hate it when it feels like you’ve never been here and- and when you leave, I always worry, especially when you don’t say anything or don’t respond, I-“ Vox hushed him and let him cry until he fell asleep.

He woke up the next morning, warm and safe, he was cuddled next to Vox who was still holding him sleeping on the ‘L’ of the sofa; a blanket was wrapped around them and Ike could feel himself being lulled back to sleep. Vox got up picking him up as well, Ike kept his eyes closed not wanting to open them only to feel himself being placed on his bed.

“Could I join you?” Ike nodded opening the blanket to him and he could’ve sworn time had stopped. Gentle eyes and a gentle smile as Vox brought him close to him cuddling him like he did in that stupid dnd session. He felt Vox nuzzle his head as he leaned into his neck.

“I love you to, I never stopped” it was soft and it was all he needed to put him at ease as he fell asleep again. He’d be ok if Vox was there. They both be ok.

#Vox x Ike #Ike x Vox #luxiem

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hellooo! this is the first time i request something from a blog :D could i request headcanons of diluc, scara, kazuha and xiao when their s/o tells them they're pregnant and possibly how they'd get used to having a kid? tyy! dont forget to take breaks and relax!

Literally baby-sized trouble.

summary: you're pregnant! how does he react to the news and how do the get used to your child? includes: diluc (26 bullet points), scaramouche (24 bullet points), kazuha (17 bullet points) and xiao (35 bullet points) warnings: fem!reader, pregnancy, children, non-explicit/non described giving birth, mostly fluff with a little bit of hurt/comfort and angst. format: headcanons thank you for your request!! this was so fun to write! >< imagining the characters being soft with children is just so cute :") i specially like these four a lot >< when i wrote this i was in a xiao mood if it wasn't obvious that his turned out longer than everyone else's lol, and it's also the first time i write for kazuha so it was shorter than the others, but i think his is the sweetest ><! i hope you enjoy it! ps. the names and meanings- i got them from google, feel free to correct me if there's anything wrong with them ><

Diluc

He's going to stop functioning the moment he hears the news from you.

Literally, he's still as a rock and completely taken by surprise.

He... can't say he'd never wanted children. He's pretty traditional and, since he has this beautiful relationship with you, he assumed it might happen sometime in the future.

But oops guess it will have to happen in the close future, since you're already pregnant.

After staring at you with widened eyes for a while, he speaks up: "...is... is it true?" You hold his hands on yours with a smile on your face, nodding. "Yes, Diluc. We're going to be parents." Hearing your words, he starts to tear up as he hugs you, his touch almost hesitant, as if you were so fragile he could break you if he wasn't careful. "...thank you." He'd whisper between silent tears, hiding his face from your sight.

Very supportive and very protective!

You will have the most comfortable of pregnancies. He will make sure you don't need to move a single muscle to get anything you want.

If the two of you aren't married or engaged yet, he's going to propose to you very soon, keep that in mind ><

He starts reading every book he can find on pregnancies and babies so that he knows what to do to help you when you give birth and how to take care of his child once they're born ><

You have to convince him that yes, you can go and eat in the dining room and you don't need to eat everything in your room or stay in bed all day and yes, you can still do most things and no, he doesn't have to worry so much.

But yeah, in later stages of your pregnancy he gets more overprotective because he doesn't want anything to hurt you or your baby :(

He couldn't be calm enough while you gave birth and had to wait outside of the room, which only made him more nervous </3

But when he finally held your little baby on his arms for the first time, he broke down crying.

You two had a boy! He looked a lot like him, too... with the red hair and eyes... so cute...

He's not sure of what to name him, he'd thought of some names before, but they all disappeared when he saw the little bundle of joy in his arms;;

So you two will have to think about a name again!

In the end, you settle for Felix; name meaning "happy" or "lucky"!

Diluc is a very busy man, but he still does his best to be there for you and his son as much as possible!

He's also not very sure as to how he should interact with him...

But he does know he LOVES playing with him as soon as he starts to understand how to play with his toys.

But... there are not so cute parts about having a kid, after all.

At times, he worries whether or not he'll be able to be there enough for him.

He wonders if he can be a good father, given how awkward he is with his emotions.

What if when Felix grows up he starts hating him for being absent? He wouldn't be able to stand it.

You always reassure him as you both put the baby to sleep on his crib.

All Diluc wants is for his son to have a happy childhood and a loving family, but worries he won't be good enough of a father.

However, when Felix's first word is "'iluc!" as he stretches out his tiny arms towards him, he thinks that maybe, just maybe, he can do this right.

Scaramouche

He thought you were joking, so he laughed.

When you didn't laugh along with him and was met with your blank face, he understood you were serious.

He never even thought he'd be with anyone in a relationship before you came along, let alone have a child with anyone... So he's obviously very shocked and confused as to how to proceed.

After an awkward moment of staring at each other, he cleared his throat and crossed his arms, looking at you with an equally blank face. "So? What do you want me to do about it?" "H-huh?" "In the sense of- what do you want to do? Keep it or not." You huffed, and when he heard your determinated answer, he sighed and gave your head some soft pats. "Alright, alright, whatever you want, I guess."

Okay listen here- it's not like doesn't care but it isn't like he cares so much either...

This man would do anything for you, really, and that's what happens.

He does anything and everything for you, because he's worried about you and not necessarily about the baby you're carrying.

It's not like he hates children- because you can't hate anything you don't perceive as equal or superior to you and a baby ceirtainly isn't either for him-

It's more like he doesn't know what to do with them because he's never been around children enough to understand them.

He's overall very indifferent towards the child ngl.

Then he sees you cradling your baby -a girl- in your arms and his mind just... goes blank. Huh, so that's what a human looks like right after being born.

Your little daughter looks more like him than she looks like you, sorry. But he can clearly see on her face some factions that will look like yours as she grows up.

But...

"Now what?"

He'll help you look after her however he can, since he doesn't want you to be too tired because he never knows when he'll have to leave for weeks or even months without notice.

He's not entirely cold or indifferent towards her, even if sometimes he might resent her a bit for taking away some of your attention.

But like when you were choosing a name for her, he gave a few suggestions and in the end you choose one of the names he thought of!

Her name is Hikari, name meaning "light"!

Due to the nature of his job, he doesn't want to be seen around either of you at the moment in public. It would only put a target on your backs.

And it takes a long, long while for him to warm up to her.

It disheartens you a little, but when you see him looking down at Hikari's sleeping form on the crib, softly poking her cheek with a strangely child-like curiosity on his eyes, you feel at ease.

And he thinks that he can probably handle this parenting thing better than he ever expected. Maybe it's not that bad, after all.

Ceirtainly, he thinks, as he holds her in his arms one day after she spoke her first word to him, this parenting thing is not really that bad.

(Her first word was "papa!")

Be ready, because once he gets attached to your daughter he won't stop spoiling her!

Kazuha

"Are you sure, love?" "Yes, I'm sure. We're having a child!" A smile painted itself on his face as he leaned in to kiss your forehead. "I hope I can be a good father for them."

So the Kaedehara family is getting a new member, huh!

Not that there's much left to his name, especially now that he's a fugitive... but he's excited nonetheless!

Although he's not one to settle down for long, he will make an effort for both you and the child, since it's not good for someone who's pregnant to wander around.

He's very protective, but not in an overbearing way! He simply wants you to take it easy and relax, he can take care of everything else on his own!

That being said, he's not rich like Diluc or Scaramouche, so he's also going to work harder than ever to get everything you or the baby need in advance so that neither of you have to stress out!

He's the one who takes it better out of everyone here, he's not extremely worried or outright indifferent, he's simply worried enough, excited and happy!

He already knew you were the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, so the idea of having a child with you didn't scare him or intimidate him in the slightest!

He's still a bit worried, though.

He is a wanted fugitive in his homeland, after all...

He can only do so much and wish for the situation in Inazuma to change soon, so that he can take both you and his child to see the places he loved to spend his time at when he was a child.

But for now, he's happy enough simply holding his child on his arms, sitting next to you in your small shared home.

You have a girl too! She has Kazuha's hair color and your eye color, she's super adorable ><

He wants you to name her, and you both agree on naming her Izumi, meaning fountain or spring!

"Kaedehara Izumi... it has a nice ring to it." He'd say, smiling down at her.

While Kazuha enjoys travelling more than anything in this world, he's reticent to leave you and your daughter alone or even bring you along with him. So he stays around for as long as you need it.

He will talk a lot to her all the time, so don't be surprised when she picks up very complicated, flowery words from a young age!

He wants her to grow up to be free as the wind and be able to do whatever she wants without fear, so he wants to do his best to be a good father for her!

Xiao

You can practically see the panic on his face when you tell him the news.

It's the most scared you've ever seen him be, and you've been there to help him through his karmic debt.

So yeah, he takes it the worst out of everyone.

"I'm not mad." He manages to tell you before disappearing to somewhere else in a panicked haze, he needs to sort out his emotions quickly before he can properly talk to you about it. The last thing he saw before he disappeared was your eyes, glinting with sadness. And that only made him feel worse if that was even possible.

It takes him the whole day to come to terms with his feelings on your pregnancy and finally face you again.

He's really, really afraid of hurting you and your child. Not to mention he fears he might've passed some kind of curse from his karma to either of you through the pregnancy :(

Like he said, he isn't mad. He's just scared.

He... he literally never, never thought he would get to be a father.

Family was a foreign concept to him, as were a lot of other things you've slowly helped him understand throughout your time together, so knowing he can have one of his own now... makes him happy, and scared, at the same ime.

He's worse than Diluc when it comes to protecting you and worrying about you.

He won't let you do anything alone, even if he doesn't want to be near you because he doesn't want the karma to harm you or your child in such a vulnerable moment of your lives.

Okay so that aside-

How do people care for babies?

What is he exactly supposed to do?

And- do half-adepti babies need any sort of special treatment in comparison to human babies?

He has no idea on what to do if it doesn't involve a physical fight with a tangible foe, so he goes asking for advice to everyone he knows that could have knowledge on that field.

Verr Goldet and Ganyu are a great help for him. Xiao listens with attention to everything they have to say and asks everything he doesn't understand.

Ganyu tells him about her own experience growing up as half-human so that he can understand what raising a half-human, half-illuminated beast baby might entail.

He also goes to Zhongli for advice and he gets more of the same advice he's already heard, along with many, many reassurances that sound like everything you already tell him every day.

He's very worried, but as the months go by and your child's birth comes closer, he can't help but feel a little excited about it.

Everyone who knows him is happy to see him openly happy for a change on those small moments when he gets excited about his new family with you.

When your child is born, Xiao doesn't want to hold him. It took too much willpower to stay as close as he was right now, standing next to your bed as you held your baby in your arms.

He was so adorable, so small, so fragile, so pure- Xiao was afraid of touching him and breaking or tainting him--

He was already crying, he'd started crying the moment he saw you holding your son for the first time.

He feels so... strange. He's crying, but this isn't a painful, or sad feeling. He feels... happy, but scared, but...

The feeling starts to make some sense to him when he finally convinces himself that it's okay for him to hold the little boy in his arms, when he stares with awe at his face.

The baby looks a lot like the both of you. Arguably, more like him, since he has the same hair and the same bright eyes, but in his face all he can see is you.

And he cries more.

You both named him Liàng, name meaning brilliant!

Xiao does his best to try and get used to parenting, and it gets hard at times.

But he tries, and that's all that matters. He tries to be a good father, and is always there to protect both you and your son from anything trying to harm you.

Even though he was so scared at first, you know he loves the new family you've formed together.

Especially when you catch him trying to hold a conversation with your son, sitting down on the bed next to him as he toys with a soft teddy bear, the two of them surrounded by pillows.

The soft look and smile he wears while he does so tells you that everything is going to be alright.

The three of you are going to be alright, and Xiao wants to make sure of it.

His son will never have to live what he lived or see what he saw. He will make sure of that, no matter what.

#diluc x reader #scaramouche x reader #kazuha x reader #kaedehara kazuha x reader #xiao x reader #melodywritings #melwritesgenshin #tw: children #tw: pregnancy

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