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nogenderbee · 2 months

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♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ 𝕀𝕟𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕠𝕣 ₊˚ˑ༄

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ anon request: Hope requests aren't closed. Could I request Gepard, Argenti, Dan Heng, and Jing Yuan with a s/o who is an excellent inventor? Toys, machines, they can make anything.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ They weren't when you requested so you're good! Also, I don't write for Argenti so hope you don't mind me changing him for Serval! She just suits here so well and I need more of the girlies so you can say I kinda took the opportunity there~ Anyway, hope it's still up to your liking!

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✧ Dan Heng probably knows both a lot and a little about subject of inventing

✧ he read about it and even saw few constructions due to adventuring from planet to planet, but he also never really did it himself

✧ you'll have to introduce him to all the shortcuts while inventing something because he knows just the long and boring way, like instructions said, he'll do the exact steps

✧ he doesn't really mind and find it actually quite interesting to help you around

✧ but if your workshop is loud... he may not be big fan... and if you're trabilazer like him and all the noise is coming from the next room? Yeah, he'd loose it...

"Y/N. How about we go grab some sweets and you finish your work later? I need a break..."

✧ don't get him wrong, he's happy you're working on your skills but he just doesn't like the noise and would much prefer go on a walk while you work

✧ but at least he helps you with cleaning and quieter parts of inventing!

✧ tho if you live on planet and he rarely visits you we it is... he may not mind the noise as much. He's simply more focused on spending some quality time with you than that

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@miya-akane @toyaswif3y - come get your quiet but scary trabilazer!

✧ Gepard is honestly happy for your achievements and you probably met each other through Serval

✧ but... let no one ask him who's better inventor... he's not gonna be able to choose between you and his sister so he'll end up with basic answer, simply saying you're both great which he's not lying about

✧ but if we can avoid that, he knows quite a bit about it so he'll often drop by and see how you're doing

✧ and if you need help, he wouldn't mind doing so we long as he's not busy

✧ if he won't know something... he can always ask you or Serval if you'll need some professional advice too!

✧ this boy is so busy and now he also has 2 inventors to help... he often leaves you or Serval mid day to go to another one, so he won't seem like he's playing favorites because he loves you both equally, just in different ways

"Hey love, I'll go see how Serval's doing, okey? I'll come back later so I can help you more since I know you're busy. I'll be back in 1 of 2 hours."

✧ but... Serval often kicks him out to help his partner, she's like tou cupid if you think about it...

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✧ Serval is too!! You guys either met through work and bonded OR became close and just later realized you're both inventors

✧ when you were far enough into relationship, she definitely wanted to combine your two workshops so instead of "competing against each other", you could work together

✧ and lemme tell you... if you do it, your business is going CRAZY since you're both one of the best inventors in Belebog

✧ if you ever struggle with idea, fixing or making something, she's the one you should go for!

✧ she knows you're a bit better than her and will often mention it, not because she had low self-esteem but because she's proud girlfriend and wants to compliment you

"Hehe~ C'mon, you're the best at it! You need to teach me your trick someday, alright? In exchange... I could take you on a date next week! I'll clear my schedule so we can spend entire day with each other."

✧ expect her to be a little flirty from time to time when you work, sneaking little notes between not important machines so you'll wonder why it's not working just to find love letter there, or send some flying little robot with hear or chocolates on it... many can happen when she's in the playful mood!

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✧ Jing Yuan most likely knows every citizen of Xianzhou Luofu, some worse some better... so he definitely knew you even before you got into relationship

✧ but your relationship either developed by him hiring you one day or him getting w little crush and visiting you often

✧ and when you're together, he'll often drop by to see how you're doing and he'll you around

✧ and when he can't come check up on you because of his work... he'll simply send someone to you! It can be either Cloud Knight on patrol or Yanqing passing by

✧ he loves seeing how much you can do with just the idea and materials. So he'll sometimes sit down next to you and watch you work

✧ his favorite thing is to see the project developed all the way from simple scratch to finished product

✧ he'll also remind you of breaks, taking you out for something sweet or to restaurant whenever you finish project you've been working for days

"It looks great, my dear. Now let's go eat something. My treat. Trust me, you deserve it for all the good work you did there."

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@miya-akane - come get your soft general~

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togegiri · 3 months

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✎ᝰ ❛ WHAT IS LOVE? TELL ME JULLIET! ❜ — gojo satoru.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ featuring. teenage gojo satoru x gender neutral reader.

.ೃ࿐ WARNINGS ! gender neutral reader. you/your and they/them pronouns is used. fluff(?). angst(if you squint). slow burn(?). maybe some mischaracterization(?). — not proofread. ( 3k words )

content. Being a childhood friend of gojo satoru you're used to his antics and seen his many sides. Although a sudden attack(confession) has caught you off guard and now you are put into a spiral if you love him or not.

note. I quite didn't like the middle part although I did love writing the last part, it made me feel quite like a teen inlove.

i. a sudden attack; a confession!

"(name), I love you, and I'm serious about you," three words that you wouldn't believe that the gojo satoru would utter towards you. Your eyes widened as his blue eyes glared at you with fiery passion. Your mouth went agape as silence followed through the events.

"eh.... EHHHHHHHH?!?" you yelled out in surprise as gojo looked at you seriously. Since when did this happen? YOU, yourself?! getting confessed?!? by your hot and handsome childhood friend?!? hahahaha are you dreaming?! yeah that's it! How did this even happen?! hahahaha... well—

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YAAAWWWWNNN

A loud yawn escaped your lips, your hand covering your lips as you did your actions as small tears forme the corner of your eyes. You tiredly walked your way to your shoe locker. It was unamusing morning, like everyday, you did your usual routine. Nothing out of the former.

"morning (nickname)" a brunette girl said with a lazy smile as you nodded at her greeting, "morning ieri," she smiled as walked towards her shoe locker which was near yours. Opening the shoe locker your eyes widened for a little, there laid a love letter above your slipper. Seeing your figure not moving to take your slippers, Shoko ieri looked curiously at your locker. "Is that a confession letter?"

Her question brought you back to reality. You sigh at this, "probably a prank or something," the brunette pretty girl sighs at this. "You can't say that maybe the person is genuine," you took the letter slowly opening it. "Yeah, maybe, but I doubt it is,"

Dear (name) (last),

I'm not very good at my words and you know that well, I'm an idiot when it comes to love but I wanna tell you these feelings of mine. if its not too much please meet me at the back of the school. Because I want to tell you this in person not by a letter.

Signed, gojo satoru.

Your brows raised as Shoko looked at you curiously, "what it says?" folding the letter again you put it away as you took your slippers, "gojo wants to see me at the back of the school."

"Are you going?" Shoko asks as she walks alongside you curious on what's your answer. Gojo satoru is nothing but a mere childhood friend of yours so as a good friend you might as well see this prank of his, "yeah sure."

Shoko chuckles, "your tone indicates to me that you seem to be not interested at all, why? it's a love letter from the gojo satoru," to which you chuckled. "Him? maybe he's pranking me again, I mean with this face of mine seriously?" Shoko raised a brow at you, downplaying yourself. Frowning a little, "but you aren't that bad you know, your pretty, who knows maybe he is in love with you,"

You looked at her weirdly at this, "did you know about this?" you asked, squinting your eyes at her. Shoko sweatdropped at this, "I didn't know it but I doubt its a prank,"

"fine then, I'll go there right now and make you see it's a prank,"

shoko smirked, "bet,"

Thus you walked your way to the back of the school ready to prove the brunette girl wrong. Afterall in your eyes gojo satoru is a fella you only see as a cheeky little brat ever since you two were kids. You were sure that this was a prank. I mean him? inlove? to you? talk about fantasy.

"(name), I love you, and I'm serious about you,"

Your whole face feels hot. Your whole body feels like it's high on sugar as you look at gojo who just declared his love for you. "W- wait sato-kun you sure that this isn't ummm a mistake? are you sure this isn't a prank? hahaha... wheres the cameras at?"

The albino haired male eyes widen at this as he pouts, "I'm serious (name)! I'm really serious about you!" he said in a serious manner. Offended a little as you have doubted his love for a mere prank. your heart skipped a beat at this as you feel words stuck on your throat. Your mouth is trying to form words but instead nothing comes out.

"s-... satoru.. can— can I have some few days to tell you my reply?'' Satoru smiles at you. It was so uncharacteristically gentle, too gentle, too warm. Even if you have seen his many smiles, why did this make your heart beat faster? Why did it make your legs feel like jelly? Why did it make your head feel headaches in a good way? He nods his head, "I'll wait for you (name), I won't easily give up you know!"

With that you walked away, running with a face feeling hotter than any summer you have been. With that left satoru alone.

"I won't give up that easily (name),"

ii. tell me juliet, what is love?

"Boo!" a small child said to another one popping randomly on a closet of the small bedroom. "Eek!" the small child said tripping accidentally on the floor. The gojo heir giggles, "I got you!" he pointed with a cocky smirk towards you.

You pouted pointing your little fingers at him, "no I got you, we were playing hide and seek and I saw you that mean I won!" the child whined at this, "eeeh? no! no! I win because uhmm... I got you by suprise! so I win! haha!" he gives out a boisterous laugh making you pout more, “fine but your it now!”

The gojo heir smirked, “this will be an easy win then,”

“eeeeh? what do you mean easy?! I have you know that I played hide and seek and won multiple times with my mom!” you tried to boost pouting glaring at the albino haired child as he looked at you with doubt filled his blue eyes, “I doubt that (last)-san must be just going easy on you!”

“no she isn't!”

“yes she is!”

“then lets settle this with rock paper scissors match, three rounds, whoever has the most wins is telling the truth!” you declared pointing at him standing up glaring, “bring it on weakling!”

Thus the start of the match, you two held out your hands as you waved it up, “rock paper scissors!”

first match, (name): 1 gojo: 0

You giggled happily as you got him, your fingers forming a scissor while his was paper. Gojo pouted, "there's still two more round don't get cocky!" you giggled at this, "yeah, yeah," thus another round commence.

"rock paper scissors!" a point for gojo, which he smirked. You pouted, his fingers were formed as a rock while yours was formed into a scissors.

gojo: 1 (name): 1

You pouted as gojo glared at you, there seems to electricity flying around the aid as the round of the last rock paper scissor commence.

"rock, paper, scissors!"

You won! YOU WON!

gojo: 1 (name): 2

Gojo's hand formed a rock while yours was paper, your eyes widened as it sparkled. Your aura filled with happiness as you jumped, "yippee! I won! I won!" the gojo heir only looked at you with a pout and glare. Clearly salty at his loss. “Hmp! you won because I went easy!”

“bleeeh you're a loser! I won fair and square!”

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Gojo satoru, lost to a rock paper scissor match was one of your fondest memories. Why? because you can boast about it and make him be annoyed about the many times he has lost to a rock paper and scissors match, to you. The so-called strongest getting lost, to you? What a way to boast about it.

You sipped in your strawberry milk. In a trance as Shoko looked at you weirdly. Sweat dropping comically at your daze appearance, “(name)? (naaaameeee)?” she waved her hand on your eyes as she sighs seeing your daydreaming state.

“(name)!” she yells your name making you flinch and got out of your daze like state, “shoko what should I do?!” you said out of panic grabbing her shoulder starting to sweat bullets, “I don't know what should I do?! what- what if our friendship is broken off after this?? I can't let that happen! I don't even know if I love him like that shokooooo!” you whined, shaking her making the brunette pretty girl dizzy.

“CALM DOWN!! YOU'RE MAKING ME PANIC!” she yelled at you as you immediately stopped at this, putting your hand at your hair. Messing it up as you feel migraines in this situation. Do you love him? of course you do, your friends since childhood, it was natural for you to love your friends but do you love him in that way? that you don't know, you don't know.

“how did he fall in love with me even…” you mumbled unconsciously making shoko raise a brow at this, “so you're telling me you haven't noticed his heart eyes?” you tilt your head in confusion as your (color) eyes look at her in confusion. “What do you mean?” she couldn't help but laugh at this.

You pouted, feeling confused, “hey! what do you mean by that!” Shoko laughs and laughs, amused at these events. “Well, for example he would always clingy and kind off be overprotective to you whenever we're on missions together,”

“isn't that just normal for him?”

“no, remember one of our missions?”

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“They say the curse always targets young women at night, so I could volunteer as bait for it,” you say nonchalantly, making the taller male besides you whine, “no! no way!” he hugs you close making you irritated, “satoru its a mission,”

“Then let's be bait together!” you sigh at his childish demeanor, “satoru..” you grumble his name as he didnt let go of you pouting and glaring at you. With a defeated look, you sigh, “fine, but you gotta look like a girl too,”

“That's a-okay!”

Suguru and Shoko looked at the dumb buffoon and each other as they rolled their eyes at this.

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“He was just being him?” you say in a questioning tone as shoko looked at you with a defeated look, “your a dumbass,”

“HEY! that's rude!” you pouted glaring at her as shoko shrugged her shoulders. “I still don't know how he fell in love with me..” you look at her helplessly as she waved her hand, “don't ask me that I'm not gojo,”

“Shokoooo…” you whined her name as she sighs, patting your head, “you can do it,” with that simple encouragement you sigh, closing your eyes. What should you do? you sigh again.

iii. Romeo, oh Romeo, tell me what love is?

If gojo satoru were to ask how he fell in love with you, he would go on and on about it. How you would scold him whenever he does something reckless, how you would pat his head gently holding him close, how you would smile at him with adoration. There was many but there was one thing he could never forget when you two met when you two but a mere child.

A small gojo heir walked around their house with no purpose at all. The tatami floor creaked as he looked around though stopped with his tracks as he saw a little child. Looking like his age crying, sniffling, he was pretty sure that person doesn't belong to this household nor were they a servant. “Oi, what are you doing here?”

He asked rather rudely as he looked at them with a stoic look. The crying child looked at them sniffling, “c- can you help me please… I lost my daddy,” you hiccuped as he awkwardly looked at you. Turning into a chibi as he tries to talk to you as he was not used to being a child his age. “oh umm… w- wanna play ball with me?” He asks, maybe distractions can make them stop crying he thought.

“okay..” you sniffled as he took your hand gently leading you to their garden. Taking a ball that was placed in the corner he looked at you, “uhmm I'm gonna pass you to it okay,” you nodded as he awkwardly throw the ball to you. Catching it you gently threw it to me making you smile a bit. Seeing you stop crying the heir sighs in relief as he passes the ball with a small smile.

The play went on for hours. The game differs everytime you two deemed it as boring. The albino child laughing as you lose, feeling angry as you win at some game, the two of you being petty to each other. It ranges from ball throwing to tag, hide and seek, hopscotch, and many more.

“(name)! there you are!” a voice came stopping you mid way to your play as you looked at the voice knowing who the owner of the voice is. “Daddy!” you said excitedly running to him with a smile. The albino child looked at this with a bitter feeling seeing you go away while playing with him.

“Daddy! look! I made a friend! His name is satoru!” you said with pride leading him to satoru was standing making him flinch, his eyes widening. A friend? He has never had a friend before, solely because his clan is too strict on him. They deemed it as a distraction. This made him feel something warm in his heart, something hot and warm like a pancake. Fluffy and filled with sweetness of the overfilling syrup.

“Daddy, can I play with him again? please? I promise to be good,” the gojo heir was out of his trance as he heard your words. Looking at you with widened eyes as you plead to your father to meet him again, to play with him. “S- sweetie can you ask satoru—” before the older male said anything gojo cut him off, “I don't mind, (name) lets play again!”

He says uncharacteristically enthusiastically as he smiles at you making you grin, “see daddy! he doesn't mind! please please!” the older (last) seeing this smile, “I'll see what I can do, for now lets go home the meeting is done,”

“awwwwe…” you whined, feeling sadden. “Satoru, wait for me, okay?! We'll play again, bye bye!” with that you and your father walked away as he waved goodbye feeling happiness overfilling him.

You were the only one who made him felt normal. Someone who's a human being and a child. Being there for him through thick and thin, it was inevitable for him to fall in love with you.

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“You confessed, didn't you?”

“yep,”

Geto suguru let out a loud laugh, “don't tell me you cracked after them not getting your hints,” the gojo heir pout rolling his eyes at this. “Shut up, it was getting irritating you know,” he sighs as geto looks at him laughing. “You would do it if your love hints are getting misunderstood too…”

“that's true I'd be irritated and just straight up confess,” geto nodded his head seemingly done with his laugh. The gojo heir pouts looking at the sky, “I'm seriously serious about them… I don't want them to smile at anyone other than me, it irritates me.”

The raven haired male looked at his best friend with a smile, “I'm sure you got your feelings across, now you just have to wait,” he nodded at this remembering their embarrassed face, making satoru smile. “Yeah I'm not planning on giving up even if I'm rejected after all.”

iv. Like a fairytale.

On the night of jujutsu high tech. There you sat on the roof, feeling the cold breeze as the moon lit your vision. You loved being alone on ”You know it's kind of cold up here,” knowing whose voice is this you chuckled slightly. “Yeah, kind of off is, I don't mind though.”

Gojo sat down beside you admiring the view as he slowly put his head down to your shoulder. It was as if nothing had happened to you two as you let his head rest on you. Your heart beats as the silence continues on, “ne satoru…”

Satoru looked at you, his blue eyes staring at your own (color) eyes. “In truth… I don't know,” the teenage male hummed as he slowly took your hand intertwining both of your fingers to his own. Feeling his rather bigger hands to yours, “I don't know satoru… Do I love you? Do I not love you? feelings are so irritating to understand, I don't know,”

Slowly he kissed the back of your hand catching you off guard. Your eyes widened at this as you felt his lips touch your hand as he looked at you with a warm smile. It's soft and warm, just what are you feeling right now. You feel your face hot as words stuck in your throat, “that doesn't mean yes, but that also doesn't mean no, so there's a chance for you to love me the way I do, so you don't mind me drowning you with my love… right?”

He tilted his head asking the question making you pout, “that's unfair, satoru,” he chuckles at this, “sorry, but it's your fault for being too adorable,” you pouted more at this as you squeezed his hand a little. Sighing at the situation you have gotten yourself into.

“I'll make sure your heart only beats for me (name),” he declared, kissing your hand again as feel your face getting hotter by the minute. The moonlight hitting his face made him look more handsome than he ever is. As his eyes looked at you adoringly. For in his mind seeing you all shy and flustered makes you look like something out of a fairytale. Someone fairer than snow white that the evil queen would be mad and try to kill you instead.

“O- okay…” you nodded your head, stuttering out a reply. Love is complicated, you thought as satoru let out a happy giggle. Although it was worth it to learn. You just hope whatever you may feel in the end may not hurt him or yourself.

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cheezbites · 6 months

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Headcanons of Dating Spider Noir

✎: I’m going to drop so many Spider Noir blogs from now you have no idea (as well as Ghost… from COD😛)

♡Summary: Headcanons of dating Spider Noir !!<3

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Bf!Noir is more on the traditional and old fashioned side, and it’s the cutest thing ever. He doesn’t miss a beat to knock on your door when it’s Valentine’s day, wearing his best cologne and suit, making his best efforts to look as presentable as possible with a vibrant bouquet, a romantic letter and a box of your favourite chocolates. It makes you fall in love with him more and more by the minute. It’s another one of the things you love most about him. He’s also the type of traditional to open the car door for you, say “ladies first” or put an arm on your shoulder/waist to guide you through bustling crowds.

Bf!Noir makes frequent check ups. He’s a tad bit inconsistent with his timing but he’ll usually come late, like noon or night. He doesn’t show up too much to come off as clingy and not too less to seem redundant. He couldn’t help but care for your well-being. If you were to text him, he’d arrive at your front door as soon as possible.

You just finished changing into your pyjamas, got your snacks and a snug blanket. You were planning on putting on a movie before going to bed. Your window somehow opened and closed, like it had a mind of it’s own. This didn’t catch you off guard, you were used to this.

“What are we watching?” Noir asked, sitting besides and wrapping an arm around you. You rested your head on his shoulder as you skimmed over your Netflix watch list.

Noir doing his weekly and partially late check ups was nothing new to you. He felt a vague sense of relief when he saw you with no bruises, cuts or injuries as he can’t forgive himself each and every time se saw you hurt, even if it wasn’t his fault.

Bf!Noir gave you gifts, this soon became was a mutual thing, where gift receiving was your guys’s love language. He rarely asks for what you want when he gets you them, he just has this divine intuition when it comes to it. You always follow up with a, “Holy shit, how did you know?” or “I’ve been wanting this for decades,” as you happily took whatever he was presenting you with and embracing him in a tight hug, peppering his face in kisses. Most of the time, he’ buys you things because it made him think about you. He restricts himself from doing this every single time he looks at something and you’re his first thought, because then you’d have never-ending heaps and heaps of products, clothes, items and expensive gifts. He just loves spoiling you.

Bf!Noir enjoys and is grateful each and every time you made him dinner whenever you knew he was going to come around. He always had the same amount of gratitude, and if not, he’d show even more than the before when eating your cooking.

Bf!Noir took note of your little ‘hat thief habit’ where you’d take and wear his dark detective hat whenever he came over. He thinks it looks cuter on you, anyways. It slowly became akin to a tradition, and you couldn’t help but do a posh, plummy upper class accent if you were wearing it.

This one time he forgot it at yours. Later on, he came over to collect it upon realising. When you answered the door you playfully tilted it down at him in greetings and grinned at him for the sole purpose of teasing him.

“Lookin’ smart, detective L/N.” He chuckled, taking it from you and placing it on his head.

Bf!Noir is a committed man, he’s committed to you and his work. He has a good balance between those two things. You’re still and always going to be his number one priority; he loves and would drop everything just to protect you.

Bf!Noir had to warm up to the iPhone and other modern day technology, and he did so with you.

He was bored, you were bored. You guys started exchanging messages. These messages slowly transitioned into you guys playing satirical games amongst yourselves before you came up with the idea of playing a lighthearted game involving emojis. He’s not used to these tiny, cute pictograms on his keyboard. They’re all so colourful and bright… and cute!

Y/N: 😺😽🙀lol they have cute kitty faces too !!

Noir: 🪆When would anyone use this in your typical day to day conversation? 🪅 or this one…

Y/N: 😭😭😭i can’tt

Noir: What’s wrong, Y/N? Did something happen? What does that crying face mean. Should I come over?

Y/N: Peter.

(Noir reacted 🤔 to your message).

And when he finally warmed up and got used to things, you guys played this emoji story game; making elaborate stories with emojis and taking turns guessing the storyline - which he was unsurprisingly good at no matter how vague or hard you tried making them.

Bf!Noir loves a good brain-teaser; making him an overly skilled ‘puzzle mastermind’.

You found this large jigsaw puzzle in your garage and laid it out in your coffee table, determined to finish it. It was conveniently misplaced as you were trying to find something productive to pass time, anyways. The pieces were fairly small, and there was a ton of them. As you poured them out onto your tables surface, you couldn’t help but mentally reconsider doing this as you listened to the nonstop clattering of them falling and pouring, like a never ending waterfall of puzzle pieces.

Fortunately, you invited Noir over not too long ago - before you even started doing this. He was met with the sight of you trying to solve a Paris themed jigsaw, you only got around to some of the corner pieces in about five minutes.

“What do we have here?” he asked, taking his black trench coat off before settling down besides you.

You explained your need for ‘a good brain exercise’ as your hands and gaze were still hyper-focusing still trying to fit some pieces onto others. He reached his hand out, subconsciously helping you in doing so like it’s just in his nature. He effortlessly found their proper places in lightning speed.

“I know you’re gonna finish it anyways,” you giggled, watching how quick he was working.

“Probably not. I’m only doing a few, anyways,” he said, contradictory to how he finished the entire thing before he or you even realised it.

You both laughed off his witty habits before admiring the jigsaw masterpiece of the Eiffel Tower. He made a memorable promise to you, gently cupping your face and meeting your gaze before saying it. He promised he would actually take you to Paris one day to make up for it. And how that he would take you to see the whole world together before planting a soft kiss on your head through his mask. You guys spent the rest of your time together zealously discussing countries on your bucket list.

Bf!Noir takes you to fancy dinners. He admired the sight of you, the warm restaurant lights shadowed you in a beautiful glow as you skimmed over the extravagant menu, looking as gorgeous as ever in doing so. He’d listen to you and whatever soft jazz that faintly buzzed through the restaurant’s atmosphere as you both enjoyed each other’s company.

Bf!Noir loves taking you to his house every now and then. It’s size was comparable to a mansion; a dark, mysterious mansion. It honestly reflected him quite well. The overall colours were monotone and dark - although there were subtle splashes of colour here and there. Everything you can think of is in there - even a library. There’s intricate details on his staircase’s banister, an office that he takes great pride in and spends most of his time in and lavish painting peppered around the walls. He seldom lets people into the safety of his house, so him letting you come over felt amazing - it felt amazing knowing he could trust you so much. He always feels the need to wipe down every single crevice before you come over, despite him already being super organised.

Bf!Noir was smoking a dimly lit cigarette as you both admired the tranquil city at night from your balcony. He blew his smoke away from you, subtly turning his head and parting his lips away from you as he puffed it out. You both listened to the wind, the faint honks from cars, vehicles zooming past and watched the city lights illuminate buildings like twinkling stars. It was all such a perfect, intimate and calm moment. You gestured for him to lend you a cigarette. He took the one in his mouth out and offered it to you - you took it and giggled at his antics.

“I had another pack, I swear,” he chucked, not even trying to hide the smirk on his face.

Masterlist

(Masterlist includes the Call Of Duty versions for headcanons of dating characters + other fandoms).

TOP ONES!!!

Headcanons of dating Ghost

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mlmxreader · 7 months

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Another Chance | Johnny Cage x m!reader

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↳ ❝ oo! okay saw the prompt list, and i would LOVE a johnny cage x m!reader with “Look me in the eyes and tell me you don't feel the same” and “I never wanted anybody more than i wanted you” where maybe their both actors who played love interests while actually dating but broke up and they end upon the same press tour (and hotel) because of a movie ❞

: ̗̀➛ breaking up with Johnny was the worst heartbreak you could have ever suffered, but even then, you're still willing to give him another chance when you happen to meet up again.

: ̗̀➛ swearing, smoking, angst

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It was an absolute fucking nightmare. You had been hired to play Johnny’s love interest in a Western film he was working on, and while things started out great, it soon fell through; he was busy all the time, and you were constantly in and out of each other’s lives between your jobs and personal commitments.

It was a shame, as you never actually stopped feeling for him in the slightest; the day you had agreed to break up was the worst in your life, and you had spent pretty much days tethered to your bed and refusing to budge. You kept the doors locked, refused to answer your phone even when your friends begged and pleaded for your attention for even just a moment.

You were running away from everything and everyone, wanting to escape the pain of knowing that you could never be with the man you loved; you needed him, but you couldn’t have him. Whenever people walked by your home, they always used that nobody was in, letters and parcels piling up in the porch; you just wanted Johnny.

You had hoped to be the man of his dreams, but obviously, you could never be such a thing.

When your agent contacted you, you were reluctant to pick up the phone, but you knew that if you didn’t, he would be bursting through the door and nearly taking the damn thing off of its hinges; he told you when the press tour for your latest film - the one you had just before you and Johnny had broken up - was scheduled and where your first stop would be.

You told him to make up a lie about how you were sick, but he told you that if you didn’t go, he would cancel your meeting with one of your favourite horror directors who you were hoping would give you a job.

He was well known for his insatiable appetite for gore and violence, his first film was about a group of kids at a cabin infected by something unknown, and you had been a huge fan of his work since; so you agreed, and told your agent that you would be there when you needed to be but no earlier.

For the days leading up to it, you tore yourself apart; your last press tour had been your favourite, and left you with happy memories that were all too painful. You and Johnny together, the perfect picture of a happy couple; so perfectly imperfect.

You tore yourself apart thinking about him, thinking about how he wouldn’t be there with you. Revisiting all those memories and how much you hated how they hurt.

Even when you arrived at the hotel you would be staying at, all you could do was flop down on your bed and cry into the pillows; it hurt to think that every single second only reminded you of Johnny. The fact that he wasn’t there. The dull ache in your chest soon became a gaping void that caused a sharp sting to run through your body.

You weren’t sure what had convinced you to do it, maybe it was the fact that you hadn’t eaten in so long and the hash browns smelled so good, but you did end up going down to the hotel’s buffet; you were ravenous, but looking at food only made you feel sick.

You settled on a cup of coffee, and headed outside to the smoking area as soon as you could; it was quiet, and lonely, but you only had yourself to blame for it all. Smoking your cigarette until a shadow paused in front of you.

“Hello, handsome.”

You looked up, shaking your head a little as your gaze settled on Johnny. “Mister Cage…”

“Why the formality?” He scoffed, sitting down next to you and raising a brow.

You glared at him for a moment. “Sorry, was I meant to treat you like you didn’t break my heart?”

Johnny frowned, clearing his throat as he shifted in his seat for a second. “Broke my own, too.”

“No, it didn’t,” you sighed, shaking your head. “Just… leave me alone, Johnny… you shouldn’t fucking be here…”

“I’m booked here,” he told you. “I’ve got to promote Fabuless.”

Oh, right. His film. Shit. You forgot about that, and your agent didn't fucking tell you, either.

“Right…”

“Listen,” he whispered, nudging your shoulder. “I wish, every day, we could’ve done things different… you’re my Ennis Del Mar.”

You sighed heavily as you moved away from him. “I can’t go through that again…”

“I went to your house,” Johnny admitted. “Nobody was in, so I left… but I wanted to tell you, just one last time: I never wanted anybody more than I wanted you. Still do.”

“Johnny, don’t,” you whispered. “I was a fucking fool to think that we could ever work out.”

“C’mon,” he chuckled sadly. “Look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t feel the same. Tell me you don’t wish we were still together.”

“I can’t.”

“So give it another chance,” he told you. “We’re on the same tour, we’re in the same hotel - why not?”

You swallowed thickly; you knew it would only end in heartbreak, you knew that it would only end badly and that the relationship would fall through again, but… but you loved Johnny.

You could never stop loving him, and you would have crossed a thousand seas just to give him even a sign that you loved him. So you nodded, and you cleared your throat.

“Alright.”

Johnny grinned, unable to contain his excitement as he pressed a sloppy kiss to your cheek, making you laugh as you weakly shoved him away. “Still the Ennis Del Mar to my Jack Twist.”

“Shut up,” you laughed, shaking your head.

He took the cigarette from you, stealing a drag before handing it back. “Is your bed cold?”

“No,” you told him. “Why would it be cold?”

“Mine is,” he said. “You should come over, help me warm it up.”

You rolled your eyes, not wanting to laugh and smile at his stupid comments. He was still the same Johnny Cage you used to love, even down to the stupidly expensive sunglasses and pricey haircut.

You couldn’t live with him, but you couldn’t live without him, and if you were honest, you were a little unsure of what to do. You didn’t want to be without him again, but you knew that it was inevitable; you knew that there would come a day when the relationship would fall through again and you would be back to square one.

But maybe, just maybe, for the tour you could chase some of that happiness that you used to have with him. Maybe it would break your heart even more than it did last time, but you loved him enough to give it another go and to try again.

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https-furina · 11 months

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✎ puppy love.

ft. gorou x fem!reader

w.c. 2.8k words

content: human!reader, some scenes are based from gorou’s hangout event, inazuma archon quest spoilers if you’ve not completed/got that far, gorou being a lovestruck pup and pining, reader does not have a vision, a little hurt/comfort? not proofread + not edited (i will get around to doing this soon)

notes: i started this at 4am with no real plot in mind, just a love for a certain puppy and now it’s 11am and this is probably utter crap but i love gorou so much

you remember him distinctly from when you were kids. pointy ears and a tail just would never stop wagging, you seemed slightly perplexed seeing him again adorning armour and a strict face as he gave out orders to soldiers. you’d come to visit to your older brother stationed at watatsumi island with the resistance but you had never imagined that bright eyed puppy to be his general of all people.

why was you so surprised? you remember the day that gorou told you he was leaving for watatsumi island. you were mumbling about what fabric to choose for your next kimono and you didn’t miss gorou’s vivid excitement as he rambled about a resistance being formed on watatsumi island against the shogunate. at the time, you were still kids so you were harsh in your approach to gorou’s excitement. “are you trying to get yourself killed?” you whispered in a hiss, not missing how his tail’s wagging slowed when he didn’t receive the support from you he thought he would. gorou wouldn’t understand your fears however as you watched him sail off for watatsumi island, hands clasped to your chest as you quietly prayed to the electro archon for his safe return to narukami island.

suddenly you regretted your choices coming to watatsumi to visit your brother. was this really that healthy for you, seeing him again? you could have kept writing letters to him and you’d never have to see those little fangs poke gorou’s lower lip as he smiled at the soldiers, his strict aura lifted as if the ordering was over. you was out of earshot so whatever was said was confidential, most likely for the best. you wondered if you should approach gorou to ask about your brother’s whereabouts but a familiar tap on your shoulder caused you to whip around on your heel, burying your face into your brother’s chest.

“stop gawking at the general,” he laughed, pulling away from you - did he not remember gorou from your childhood? “i’ll have to take you watatsumi sightseeing!”

you pouted, lips pursed as you solemnly followed your brother away from the village. you were confused as to how he seemed to forget all the summer days he had to fetch you from your evenings laying in the long grass with the puppy child, the two of you basking in the warm sun. you were so lost in your thoughts, you didn’t catch gorou’s reaction to seeing your familiar hair colour leaving the village and the gentle waft of your scent in the wind after all these years.

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“are you not coming back home now that the raiden shogun has stood down and lifted the decrees?” you mumbled, tucking your knees under your chin as you watched the waves dance up the shoreline, white froth tickling at your bare feet. your brother stood beside you, a sigh leaving his lips loud enough for you to hear.

“my home is with the resistance now, y/n,” he doesn’t seem pleased but you’re old enough to understand the situation now, “i can always visit narukami one day though.”

it wasn’t particularly an answer. with the vision hunt decree and the sakoku decree gone, why was there still a resistance? why was there still the need to be cautious for more bloodshed, for more innocent souls to be lost? you bit your tongue. what if one of those innocent souls was one day your brother who foolishly would not come home?

nodding, you didn’t respond to your brother. you’d be leaving watatsumi island empty handed with only the fleeting moments of seeing your childhood friend clinging to your memories.

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gorou cursed the day he left for the resistance, seeing you on that shoreline with the sunset painting you golden hues as he sailed away. he’d left you with a fractured friendship, torn over morals regarding the shogunate. while you didn’t particularly support the raiden shogun and her ways of governing, you wasn’t happy about a resistance being formed in chances that people would lose their lives. gorou knew that he was one of those people that you were especially scared of losing their life but he had to do what was right.

that’s why when he saw your older brother turn up to enroll in the resistance, he suddenly had a lump in his throat. he was determined to protect him for your sake, so he sent him to watatsumi island away from the fighting. gorou remembers this well as he watched your brother return to the village, your scent clinging to him but you were nowhere to be seen - had you left for narukami island so soon? that’s when gorou noticed that if your brother was a hybrid too, he’d be sporting flattened ears and a tail tucked between his legs to match the deflated aura he carried with him as he wandered aimlessly back to where he’d spent the past few years.

gorou’s own ears flattened at the thought that you’d gone back to narukami island upset once more.

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you were supposed to be waiting for your friend, thoma but he had to hurry off to the komore teahouse, promising you that he’d accompany you another day but something urgent had came up. that left you alone, twirling a sakura decorated parasol over your shoulder as it kept you shaded from inazuma’s summer heat. the air was humid and it left you sticky even in the thinly layered outfit you had chosen. without thoma, you were left to mindlessly wander inazuma city’s streets, bustling as always. the ms. hina fanclub was congregated outside of the yae publishing house and you could only ponder what antics guuji yae was up to this time.

squeezing through the crowd and making your way up the cobble steps, you didn’t quite literally think you’d run into the cunning pink fox and even more so the flustered ginger dog that was gorou. you froze on the spot immediately, wondering if you should shove yourself back into the crowd to escape the situation or continue walking past like you never knew gorou - you knew well enough at yae miko would notice you however. you were a regular at the grand narukami shrine after all, praying for your brother.

her purple irises flickered to you in an instance as if she had read your mind, they creased into half moons as she gave you a sickeningly sweet smile, one that was quite the polar opposite to her personality. your name utters from her lips and you see the way gorou tenses, his ears are perked and you can’t help but wonder if he’s equally as scared of the confrontation as you are.

“i haven’t seen you for a while at the shrine,” miko muses, giggling behind her hand, “how did the visit to your brother go?”

you attempt to fake a smile but you’ve never been fantastic about lying with emotions. your knuckles are white around the parasol handle and your heart is racing thousands of miles per hour - can gorou hear it?

“it was okay - the usual, guuji yae,” you mumbled as you suddenly recalled the events of your watatsumi island visit, “i don’t think i’ll visit for a while. what brings you to the city?”

“i just had to drop off some letters to our general here and then i’ll be heading back to the shrine.” miko emphasised the ‘our’ and you caught onto it, glancing at gorou to see him already looking at you. it was uncomfortable but somehow you still cherished it, to have his attention again after all these years. miko bid her farewell, sauntering past you as she left for the yae publishing house.

“y/n…” gorou started, his voice trailing off as his tail lowered. you pursed your lips, missing the days where it felt as if he could take off with the amount of wagging his tail would do.

“so you’re still alive?” you sounded a little bitter but you didn’t mean to. of course you knew he was still alive, as if you hadn’t watched him at watatsumi island like your long lost lover had returned from war. the thought made you scowl somewhat. if gorou was even somewhat like your brother, there didn’t appear to be a ‘return from the war.’

“you could say that,” gorou laughed awkwardly, a hand reaching up to scratch the back of his neck. you noticed his ears curled downwards and wondered if it was because of your tone a few moments prior, “you haven’t changed at all.”

his words caught you off guard, winding you of air as you suddenly felt out of breath. your eyes darted away from gorou to the views that the heights of inazuma city bestowed upon you, chewing your lower lip with your teeth. gorou cleared his throat, seeming just as flustered with his words as you was.

“i can’t say the same for you,” you mumbled, trying to release the grip you had on your parasol handle but it was the only thing keeping you grounded to the reality of speaking to gorou again, “i didn’t expect you to return to narukami island.”

“i’m mainly here for her excellency, she likes novels from the yae publishing house but…” his voice trailed as he looked at the thin stack of letters in his hand. you swallowed the lump in your throat, standing straighter to fix your posture.

“i better leave you to it then,” you hummed in an attempt at being polite, making your way to the stairs as you realised your time outside of the family estate was coming to an end, “it was nice seeing you gorou.”

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gorou settled himself underneath the tree, stacks of letters in his hands as he began to sift through them, replying to them with advice he would give them. as was his duty as the anonymous person answering letters in the ‘that’s life’ magazine’s advice column. he would do this monthly since the war ended, every time he finds that inazuma city has changed slightly more; be it more food vendors, or perhaps it’s got busier or the atmosphere has changed.

he thinks back to how he saw you moments prior. he relinquishes in how close he was to you again, your scent suffocating him in a warm hug as if he’d ever forget it. gorou grimaces at the thoughts. he should have spoken to you more or chosen his words better but he couldn’t help feeling scared to see you - even more scared than he was to see yae miko. the general shakes his head, lowering his gaze back down to the letters at hand. one in particular catches his eye.

it’s written by one of his soldiers, someone who he has taken into battle. he can’t pinpoint who as the yae publishing house write all the letters up themselves and erase any indication of a name. the soldier is from narukami island, yet is devoted to her excellency and the resistance. he’s thankful for the resistance for giving him a family and taking care of him but he longs to see narukami island again, to see the sakura and his sister that he writes to often. gorou’s grip on the paper suddenly tightens, dinting the sheet under his fingertips. was this your brother?

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the tune of a children’s lullaby leaves you in the form of a hum as you twirl your parasol with one hand. the other hand is collecting sakura petals dropped onto the grass, slipping them into a silk pouch every time you crouched down as to not dirty your clothing. with every step, you near the shore that you stood at when gorou left you. the air turns cold as you remember it.

the waves crashed against the rocks, painting them in froth before it disappeared once again into the water. had you been too harsh on him with your tone? a drastic sigh leaves your lips, you don’t even hear footsteps approach you from behind. he debates whether he should say something, you’re clearly thinking.

“fancy seeing you here.” his ears twitch as a gasp comes from you, your body whipping around to see him. he lets out a nervous smile that shows his fangs poking his lower lip, his usual. he doesn’t see the way the gesture makes your eyes prick with tears, the sunset glowing orange on you both.

“gorou i’m-” the male shook his head, cutting your apology short as his tail lowers, almost tucking itself and he looks out at the sea.

“no, i’m sorry y/n, i said some really rash things back then because we didn’t see eye to eye about my decisions,” gorou’s voice was sincere and now the tears were threatening to spill, “but i’ve learnt that it wasn’t entirely my decisions you didn’t agree on, you was scared for me and i didn’t even give it a thought.”

a singular tear rolled down your cheek, the trail it left glittering in the sunset and causing gorou’s ears to perk in alarm. he began apologising profusely, panicking and unsure what to do in this situation as gorou suddenly became the gorou you remembered. the fidgety, easily embarrassed pup who didn’t know what to do when someone was upset or even had a crush on him.

“can we start again?” you whispered. gorou nodded in response, taking in your features again as you stood before him. even though you was crying, he couldn’t deny you were still as beautiful as when he left you on this beach years ago. in fact, perhaps you’d simply matured a little and grown a few inches in height but you were almost a splitting image of the sobbing y/n he left behind stubbornly.

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“why, good morning y/n.” her voice sounds like a melody and you smile as you turned to see kokomi stood at the sangonomiya shrine’s stairs. she’s smiling, her aura as angelic as ever.

“good morning your excellency,” you return politely, thankful that your constant visits to see your brother and gorou on watatsumi island had got you acquainted with the military stategist, “you wouldn’t have perhaps seen the general this morning, have you?”

“he should be at the old archon shrine on the cliffs, he said to send you there if i happen to stumble upon you.” kokomi giggled, taking her leave as you hummed, not budging from your spot. why in teyvat would he be at the old shrine? you don’t think you’ve heard of him going there since you started having contact with him again.

yet you still make your way to the shrine, albeit worn out and low on breath by the time you make it there. kokomi hadn’t lied however as you spot his pair of ears, staring out at the views. you approached, catching how his tail began wagging faster than the speed of light - there really was no surprising this man.

“what brings you all the way up here?” you mused, standing beside gorou as you finally take sight of the views he’d been admiring. the skies were clear and if you squinted hard enough, you could see liyue in the distance. gorou wrapped an arm around your waist, bringing you closer to his side as he rested his head against yours.

you feel the gentle thump of his tail wagging as it barely caught the back of your legs from the close proximity the two of you shared. when gorou didn’t reply straight away, you placed a hand over his and simply enjoyed the warmth the canine emitted. he was almost constantly a temperature you could suffocate yourself in all the time, even when you was kids.

“one day we’ll leave inazuma and travel.” gorou suddenly commented, making you laugh as you looked up at the man. he smiled down at you, slight dimples appearing on his cheeks and you felt a hot flush overcome you suddenly as you realised how close your faces were. no matter how much hand holding and hugging you had done these past few months, the two of you hadn’t kissed.

gorou contemplated for a moment, a rosey pink hue dusting his cheeks and the tip of his nose. his wagging slowed but was still present and for a moment, he thinks screw it as he leaned down and pressed his lips to yours. your lips taste sweet, like the dango milk you’d became obsessed with - he assumed you’d had some on your boat journey to watatsumi. whereas to you, gorou tastes of mint, thanks to his habit of plucking wild mint as a snack since he lives on rations all the time.

your hands slowly graze up gorou’s body, linking behind his neck as your fingertips brush the ginger hair at the back of his neck and suddenly his tail curls around your waist. for a moment, everything feels okay. you feel safe and even better, you know that gorou is safe despite his dumb - in your opinion - childhood decisions.

#꒰꒰・♡ soft pillows #genshin impact #genshin #genshin fluff #genshin x reader #genshin headcanons #genshin imagines #genshin gorou #gorou x reader #https-heizou

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lostfirefly · 3 months

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Trembling, crawling across my skin, feeling your cold dead eyes, stealing the life of mine (Ch.1)

This fanfiction story is my present for my friend @yujo-nishimura, whose birthday is today! Sending hugs from Russia and wish you a lot of Crocolove!

Two things inspired me to write this fic: One of my fav songs from which the title is taken and Elena and Damon's dance (from The Vampire Diaries, S1). My 1st attempt to write the story about this character.

Description: Yujo is a young girl whom her father has betrothed to Mr. 3. She and her sister come to the ball, where she meets one of the members of the Cross Guild Corporation Sir Crocodile.

Warnings: No warnings

Words: 1307

Sir Crocodile x OC

The title is taken from "Dance with the Devil" by Breaking Benjamin.

English is not my native language, errors may occur. As always, feel free to share your thoughts :)

Taglist: @gingernut1314

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"I can't believe we're going to the castle ball tonight!" A blonde girl with curly hair and brown eyes was bouncing happily on the bed.

"Helena, calm down," another girl with green eyes sitting by the dressing table answered her in a calm voice. She brushed her brown hair, occasionally glancing in the mirror.

"I'm so impatient. We're going to see your fiancé, Mr. 3 again, Yujo! He's so cute!" Helena jumped off the bed, spinning around the bedroom. Her light white dress in small florals fluttered beautifully in the air.

"I don't know. He doesn't seem like a bad person. Writes nice letters and courts quite non-trivially.", Yujo put her hairbrush down on the table, slowly stood up and walked over to the closet. "Stop spinning around, Helena. Our parents are expecting us for breakfast."

The day passed in preparation for the trip to the ball. After breakfast, Helena and Yujo strolled around the large summer garden and talked about many things. Helena could hardly contain her excitement for the evening, dreaming that she would be able to meet a wealthy young man at the ball.

"And I also heard that either all the members from Cross Guild Corporation are expected to attend, or at least just one. They're some kind of tycoons. I bet they're all handsome and young."

"I've never heard of them." replied Yujo calmly, gently running her hands along the branches of the trees.

Finally the evening came and Yujo and Helena walked down the steps of their house down to the front entrance. It was a warm summer evening, and a large white carriage drawn by two red horses was waiting for them at the gate.

"Oh, my God! Ball, ball, ball, ball!" Helena ran up the stairs faster than anyone else.

"You're incorrigible!" Yujo laughed as she watched her sister hop into the carriage. She lifted the hem of her mauve colored chiffon dress and sat down carefully next to her sister.

"What if Mr. 3 isn't coming alone? What if he brings someone cute?"

"Who? Mr. 2 or 4?" Yujo put her arm around her sister's shoulder. "Our parents are already there. For all I know, our father was going to discuss some kind of deal with Mr. Jinbe. And mom probably wants to gossip with everyone.

It was already dark when they arrived at the gates of a large castle made of gray stone.

"Here we are, here we are!" Helena jumped out of the carriage and adjusted the hem of her mint-colored dress. "Yujo, where are you?"

"Coming!", Yujo stepped out of the carriage and looked at her sister. "Let's hurry up or you're going to die of impatience. Just please behave yourself."

They walked into a huge spacious hall. There were tables covered with white and gold tablecloths all around. A large crystal chandelier adorned the ceiling. The ladies were dressed in their best clothes, and the men were all in suits.

There were whispers, negotiations, and girlish chuckles coming from various directions.

"Good evening, Yujo, Helena!" a skinny man with a funny hairstyle in the shape of the number three, walked up to Yujo and kissed her hand. "It's nice to see you here. I brought you both some wine.”

“Thank you so much!” they both said in unison.

"Say, Mr. 3, is it true that the owners of Cross Guild are expected to come?" Helena giggled and sipped her wine a little at a time.

"I don't know about the others, they seemed to have some pressing business, but one is definitely coming." said Mr. 3, looking around the room. "And why are you inquiring, Ms. Helena?"

"No reason..." Helena blushed.

"I'll leave you ladies alone for a moment," Mr. 3 bowed and stepped aside.

"I heard there's a swordsman there and he's available, and he's pretty cute," Helena poked Yujo lightly in the shoulder.

Suddenly all voices were briefly silenced and heavy footsteps were heard.

"Ladies, let me introduce the member of the cross guild, Sir Crocodile." Mr. 3 turned back to the girls. "This is Yujo, my fiancée. And this is her little sister Elena."

A tall man with purple hair and dark eyes stood before them. He had a coat thrown over his shoulders and a hook hand.instead of one arm. Yujo was surprised, but tried not to show it.

“Nice to meet you,” Crocodile kissed the girls’ hands. “So young and so beautiful.”

Helena turned red as a lobster hearing these words. She lightly rubbed her sister’s hand.

“You see? You see? The hook!” Helena whispered to her sister. Yujo lightly stepped on her sister's foot, silencing her.

“Excuse me, ladies. I have to speak with one man and I’ll come back to you,” Crocodile said calmly.

“Woooow! He’s so.. So handsome.” Helena was so amazed by Crocodile that she seemed to forget how to breathe. “There seems to be another one there, but I don’t remember who. He must be somewhat unremarkable, since I don’t remember him. I wish I could see the swordsman. Who’s better, that guy with the hook or the swordsman? What do you think?”

“I have no idea. Aren’t there other people there or what? In this Cross Guild,” Yujo quietly asked her sister, watching Crocodile out of the corner of her eye.

Helena shrugged. “Don’t know. I’ve heard about these three.”

Yujo's father, a plump man of short stature with gray hair approached her with Mr. 3. They had a long discussion about the upcoming wedding ceremony, the guest list and the menu. Yujo found herself looking for Crocodile with her eyes the whole time.

Finally the start of the ball was announced and Mr. 3 took Yujo's hand and led her to the center of the room. The girls had to stand in one line, the man in another. Yujo found herself in front of Crocodile. The music started. Everyone stepped towards each other, touching one palm to the palm of their partner's hand. Holding their palms side by side, they moved smoothly in a circle. After making a couple of circles, everyone put their second palm to the partner’s palm.

"Sorry you have to settle for a hook," Crocodile said dryly.

“That’s ok,” Yujo said and smiled.

After making a couple more circles, everyone came closer to each other. The men put one hand on the girls' waists. Crocodile hugged Yujo with a hook.

Finally the dance ended and everyone bowed to each other. At the same moment, Helena ran up to Yujo.

“God, the chemistry between you just killed me!”

"What?" Yujo asked. She felt as if her mind was clouded during the dance.

"I'm so jealous of you. I want it too! You should ask your Mr. 3 to introduce me to a swordsman!" Helena was almost jumping next to her sister.

“Will you calm down? We are at the ball after all. What if someone is looking at you now, and you are behaving inappropriately,” Yujo laughed, noticing how her sister pouted. Yujo looked around the hall and saw how Crocodile approached her father. They shook hands and started talking about something.

“Yujo, this is Mr. Magellan. He will marry us,” she was pulled out of her thoughts by Mr. 3, who approached her with a tall man, his face resembling a mandrill, with very sharp teeth and thick beard.

“I have to admit, your bride is amazing, Mister 3. Can’t wait to perform your ceremony,” Magellan said and kissed Yujo’s hand.

While the all-important potential guests were discussing the upcoming wedding, Yujo was catching more and more that she was thinking about Sir Crocodile. What was it? A charm after the dance? Or is it something else?

#one piece #one piece crocodile #sir crocodile x oc #oc fanfiction #one piece au #sir crocodile x you #sir crocodile x reader

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spaceless-vacuum · 2 years

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Fandom‧˚｡ﾟ･° ｡✎ Legend of zelda

Pairing‧˚｡ﾟ･° ｡✎ Yandere!Ganon x reader

Word count‧˚｡ﾟ･° ｡✎ 746

Summery‧˚｡ﾟ･° ｡✎ You’re the heir to the throne of a small kingdom. Things start to become weird when Ganon asks for your hand in marriage, and doesnt take no for an answer.

Misc‧˚｡ﾟ･° ｡✎ third person pov, mentions of violence, obsessive behavior, implied stalking, marriage

Why? It’s one of the most difficult questions to try and find an answer to. Ganon wasn't cordial by nature. However he seemed to be trying his best to come off as such. It was strange. What he said could not be what he really meant, but no matter how much people tried to pry he just said he was being truthful. He only wanted your hand in marriage; and with it a right to rule. That had to have been it. With the marriage your power would in part become his. Yet that couldn't have been all of it.

Your kingdom was not the biggest, strongest, or even the best to propose the deal to if he just wanted power. There was something more at stake here. You just didn't know what yet. The letter proposing the plan asked if the two of you could meet in person to discuss matters further. Instead of politely declining you said yes. This isn't something you could turn down. If his pride was wounded, he might take stronger action to take what he wanted.

The meeting was you doing all of the talking. Ganon just danced around the question of what his intentions were. Either he would lay some threat at you or your people if you didn't comply, or he would say something that must have been sweet by his standards. It was bone chilling. The way he spoke about how you were already his and how he did love you, and had ways to prove it, left you with no chance. You turned down his proposition for now. Lying through your teeth a promise to consider the offer was said.

He just nodded and left. Not saying a word. Later that day the council was scared out of their mind. Asking how the private meeting went. They urged you to be careful and to genuinely consider the marriage. It would be good to avoid conflict. Even if this didn't lead to war, making enemies with this man was not an ideal situation to be in.

So you were true to your word, and you went to bed promising to stay true to what you said earlier. The next morning several gifts were waiting for you to open. Were these prepared for if you said no? Did he plan to give them to you because he figured you would say yes? It didn't matter. Over the next few weeks Ganon would have gifts delivered. They were never accompanied by a note or letter. From gold and jewels to trophies from monsters he had killed, the items ranged from standard gifts to more worrying items.

There had been reports of a lynel who was moving a bit too close to one of the villages in your territory. Like clockwork the moment you heard about the news three days later it’s head was left in front of your castle. Was this his way of saying he cared about you and your people, or something more threatening? A gift in disguise. The truth of the matter was he had spies who heard of these reports, and while unnoticed snuck into your land, and back out. All in the matter of a day or two. He was already back in his castle by the time you heard the news.

From what you heard this was just his way of showing affection and pride. He was showing you he was capable of defending you from outside threats. That didn't make it feel any more sincere though. It hardly seemed like a true act of kindness. Both Ganon’s past and present actions seemed to be his way of saying he will do what he wants. He would enter your country with your grace or without. It was up to you. By welcoming him with marriage rather than through a war it would give you more leverage. It was the smarter option. That didn't make it any easier.

It was with a heavy heart you agreed to the marriage. For your people and his. The next time you spoke in person he seemed much happier. There was a grin stuck on his face. Like he couldn't be happier with the outcome. How couldn't he smile? You were a rabbit standing in front of a wolf. Both of you knew there was no way out. One could only watch in horror to see how long it takes before the wolf decides to take a bite.

#eye write #yandere ganon x reader #yandere headcannons #legend of zelda #loz #Ganon #Ganondorf #yes i know Ganon and Ganondorf are two different people #i do not care #they are the same to me and my heart

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sevikasmainwhore · 2 years

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Haiiii!! Just wanna say I love you and that you're absolutely wonderful ❤️ 🥺

awwwwwwwwww i love you too. and thank you!!!

#✎ love letter from kingofzaun #i could’ve sworn i answered this yesterday #i guess i fell asleep

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fanfic-gallery · 2 years

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In your dreams

✎ Kuroo x Reader

✎ Mid terms were killing you, your brain couldn't function, lucky for you, your boyfriend has a plan to help you

✎ Tags: fluff, crack, gn! reader

: ̗̀➛ Manager/Author's note: My exams have already started- and I'm not in the mood to study sooooo ://

"Oh oh! Hydrogen bubbles will form!"

"Bubu, wrong ~ try again," You huffed as you watched Kuroo snicker, munching away at the pocky you were dying to taste.

You've been nothing but declining in your studies, heart sinking everytime you looked at the red stained paper, face scrunch up distinctly remember you had memorized that answer correctly. You were one to carve study materials into your brain, staying up super super late to prepare for your tests everytime.

Kuroo, on the other hand, is a literal genius. You wonder how this guy acts like an idiot half the time but still passes all his subjects with flying colours. He isn't even fazed, if you were him, you would be jumping up and down like a rabbit if you were scoring A after A on papers.

The worst part, the constant teasing with him. "Awww, you got a D again, Chibi-chan? Too bad~ I guess work harder next time~" If he weren't so special to you, you would have sent this man to the hospital with broken ribs. That smug smirk, lingering tone poking at you made you boil in annoyance.

Even though he does make fun of you, Kuroo doesn't like to see you frown, the sadness swirling in your eyes as you stared at the 53 in the red circle. It stings at his heart, so when he came to you with an offer and you cheerfully agreed, he couldn't help but grin. The sparkle in your eye, the smile you held, boy did it tug at his heart strings.

"Alright, here's some test notes, from yours truly. Give it a look and I repeat- NO memorizing, try to understand the material, not shoving the information into your head. I'll be right back." Kuroo stepped out, leaving you to your own devices. The neatly written notes in your hand, eyes trailing over the letters and numbers.

ᴀᴛ ᴄᴀᴛʜᴏᴅᴇ, sᴏᴅɪᴜᴍ ᴡɪʟʟ ғᴏʀᴍ ᴀs ɪᴛ's ɪɴ ᴍᴏʟᴛᴇɴ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴛ sᴏʟᴜᴛɪᴏɴ

His handwriting is.. hella pretty— it looked like a hot mess from a distant, but looking at it closely, it looks clean and crisp.

"Ahem, you look way more invested in something other than the study guide, care to share to the class, Chibi-chan~?" You squeaked, turning to see a smirking Kuroo, his arms full of small colourful boxes. His leg pushed back, closing the door with a click before he walks back to his spot.

"hA- what do you mean, I was reading about the cat-something something, yeah that one!" You stumbled, sweat forming faster than air meeting an ice cold glass.

"Sureee, like I'd believe a munchkin like you~" Kuroo snickered again, his index and thumb reaching for you cheek, giving it a little tug. You growled like a pup making the male crackle more.

"Anyways, what are the boxes for?" You shrug his hand off, turning towards the piles of boxes he brought in.

"Well, I heard you have an obsession with these things.. sooo, let's make it a game! For every question you get right, you get one~" Kuroo cracked one box open, pulling at the package before taking a pocky out of the bag.

"Aaaaah! I've craving some recently, especially this favour!" Your mouth started subconsciously drooling a little as you tried to reach for the warping of biscuits from Kuroo's hand, who coughed, moving his hand away, leaning his face further towards yours.

"BUT! If you get it wrong, you get to watch me eat one, how does that sound~? You swear you had saw this coming, it's always a twist with this sly cat. You pouted, cheeks puffing up, your nose wrinkled at the idea. The offer was tempting, but was torment by watching your boyfriend snacking at your favourite treat while laughing at you worth the risk. You bet it was.

"Challenge accepted!" Kuroo smiled brighter, your determination to win lingering at him.

"You are so on~"

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"Copper!"

"Heh, fine, you win this one," You snatched the pocky Kuroo was about to handle to you. It's been an one hour or so since you played along this little game with Kuroo. Not to toot your own horn, but you were pretty confident, you haven't gotten one wrong for quite a while now. You were so sure you were on a roll today.

"Ooh, this is a tricky one, what's the Avogadro Constant?"

"Eh- erm.. wait- was that even in the notes???"

"Mhm~" You swayed, index pressed to your temples as Kuroo slowly started giggling.

"Er... a constant change in reaction?"

"Aaaaand you're... WRONG!"

You winced while Kuroo howled like a hyena. Eyes darted sideways, pink staining your cheeks. Attention drawn back when the feeling of pocky tapped at your bottom lip.

"Open up, Chibi-chan~" Kuroo hummed, dragging the biscuit along the muscle like a paintbrush on a canvas. Eyebrow rose in confusion, lips parting for the stick like treat to be place between them.

"Don't bite it, okay? Don't you dare flinch either~" Glare sinking into your features, knowing him, he was just trying to torture you slower than the last time.

But what he did next.. was not what you expected—

Head leaning in, canine teeth nibbling the pocky between his lips, slow and steady moving towards your end of the snack. Eyes stared into playful hazel eyes, cheeks glowing redder with every inch he draws closer. Eyelids squeezing shut, ready for the soft colliding of his lips with yours as the his breath tickles at your skin.

Nothing.

You snap back, seeing nothing but a whizzing Kuroo who was still chewing at the pocky.

"YOU LITTLE—"

"HAHAHAH, YOU GOT THE QUESTION WRONG, YOU REALLY THOUGHT I WOULD—" A pillow was sent flying, it's marshmallowy filling hitting his cheek with a strong enough force to make him cough up.

"I'll show you.. "

"Total worth it.. "

#haikyuu #haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu x you #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu crack #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu imagines #kuroo testuro #haikyuu kuroo #kuroo x reader #kuroo x you #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo x y/n

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nogenderbee · 6 months

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Hi bee, may I rqs oneshot Reo with childhood friends to lover trope?

So reader and Reo are childhood bestie but they both separate for years because reader's parents have a job or something to do that make reader need to follow their parents and leave Reo behind but they made promise that they will meet each other again eventhough they don't know when. Until few years later, they both meet again and surprisingly reader in the same school as Reo

Absolutely! I may or may've not had a bit too much fun with this... but hopefully you'll still like it as much as I enjoyed writing this! ^^

♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ 𝕄𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕤 ₊˚ˑ༄

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Reo meeting childhood friend!reader

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ fluff

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ no one in TagList

You finally came back to your native city after almost 10 years. You knew there was absolutely no chance for any of your old friends remembering you so you decided to start a new life here.

You were just going through corridors of your new school as you tried finding your class. You brough the paper a bit closer to your face trying to read small letters, you didn't even noticed person coming from the opposite direction which of course lead to you two bumping into each other and loosing your balance a bit.

When you looked up you saw a boy with short purple hair and purple eyes, you were almost 100% sure it was one of your childhood friends, Reo Mikage. You wanted to ask him if it's really him right here and now but you just had to make sure he was alright first.

"Are you okey? Sorry for bumping into you..."

"Y/N? When did you came back?"

But it looks like boy you bumped into wasn't so patient, maybe he was even more excited to see you than you were to see him!

"Just three days ago... Reo? Right? You go to this school?"

"That's me. And yes, I do but looking at your plan, I don't think we're in the same clas... I can walk you to your class tho?"

He said as he handed you your plan after having quick look at it. At least you don't need to worry about finding your next class anymore!

"That'd be great! Thanks a lot!"

"Absolutely no problem."

He answered with small smile before he showed you your next class. On your way he also exchanged phone numbers with you and shared his plan with you so you two can meet whenever you'd like.

"How about I walk you home after classes? I'd be nice to catch up, wouldn't it?"

"Oh totally! Where should we meet?"

"Just wait for me in front of your last class, I will find you."

You nodded at his small suggestion. It was nice way of him saying he doesn't want you to get lost... but it's still nice to see him caring for you like it used to be!

Once final bell rang, you excitedly packed yourself. Not only because you were finally reunited with your best friend but also because you were getting reunited with your crush! You still remember your cute little crush you had when you were children. Some might think you got over it by the years but it wasn't your case... if anything it grew a lot stronger!

"Hello Y/N! Are you ready to go?"

Familiar voice woke you up from your thoughts and catched you off guard as well, leading to you being a bit more nervous. Not necessarily because you were the shy type but because the person you were daydreaming off just now woke you up fromm your exact daydreams.

"Y-Yeah! Let's go!"

But luckily for you, he didn't seemed to notice and slowly walked with you towards your place. Basically it was him guiding you to school gate but from there, you took the lead! But of course, it wasn't a quite walk as the two of you had a lot to catch up!

"I still find it impossible we met so easily you know? I mean... what are the chances I ended up in the same school as you after so many years!?"

"Heh~ Well I'm not really complaining. I know it may seem childish but I think it may be our promise doing it's thing..."

"Huh? What promise?"

Your question made small smile of Reo's turn into one of embarrassment and shyness as his cheeks became slightly more pink.

"Oh... it's fine if you don't remember. It was quite a lot of time that passed..."

He finally looked back at you, back with that small smile of his.

"I remember us promising we'll meet again, no matter how long it takes. Heh~ I even promised I'll fly over whole world just to find you."

That explanation finally hit you, you weren't even watching over your words anymore. You just enjoyed those childhood memories coming back to your head.

"Ah right, now I remember! It was around that time when I barely confessed to you about my crush! Hehe~ I can't believe you remembered it."

"C-Crush?"

When you looked back at Reo you noticed him blushing and with slighly wide eyes. That sight caused you to realize what you just said... and your cheeks also became a bit more red as you thought of possible ways of getting out of this situation.

"W-Well... uhh... hehe... we... we were kids! You know how kids are... uh... silly ideas and all! Heh..."

"Heh, yes... you're right..."

The two of you walked in silence for a little while. You were just about to break it by starting some new topic but it looks like your friend was faster than you.

"Do you still... feel the same?"

He was looking away, his cheeks were burning right now! Could it be that he... felt something for you as well?

You ran away from your crush once, when you were a child. And now world decided to give you another chance and if he's not giving you hints he likes you, then you may as well change school because there's no way you're keeping it in again! Someone needs to be the brave one here!

You collected all your courage and looked straigh at him as you said your next words.

"Yes. Yes, I do."

It was easy to say your sudden eye contact made the boy next to you more flustered but he tried his best to also collect his courage. He didn't wanted you to get the wrong idea after all!

"Would you believe me if I said I do too? Since we were children actually..."

His sudden confession got you a bit surprised. Not only because he loved you as well right now but because he had a crush on you as children and you didn't notice anything!!

"Seriously!? So we both were oblivious of each others feelings for this long...?"

"I-It looks like so..."

In that moment you arrived at your place, as if world wanted to ruin this beatiful moment for both of you. Boy knew where this will go so he gently grabbed your hand, also making you look at him.

"In that case... would you let me take you to cafe? Tomorrow? After school?"

You just nodded excitedly. Both of you were blushing messes in that moment but it was obvious none of you mind, after all that was the moment when you and your crush finally got together! You thought it'll only happen in you dreams and yet here you are!

He soon let go of your hand but just after he placed a soft kiss on it's back. Before walking away he said few last words...

"I can't wait for tomorrow then~"

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#blue lock #x reader #blue lock x reader #reo mikage #reo mikage x reader #blue lock reo #blue lock reo mikage #blue lock reo x reader #fluff #blue lock fluff #oneshot #blue lock oneshot

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letters-from-your-fo · 1 year

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To: Y/n

From: Amber

《↬.•.•✿•.•.↫》

Dear Y/n,

Welcome, my dear, to my blog! This is a writing blog themed around either fictional characters or my ocs writing to you or your oc! This is mostly focused on love letters from your f/o but I will take other requests not centered around romance! Do note that I center around romance due to the fact that my specialty is writing romance.

Here is my Masterlist!

Here is my Oc List!

I go by Amber and Jonas and I’d really appreciate it if you used both names for me! I identify as genderfluid and a trans man; male, female, and nonbinary; and my pronouns are He/They/She. I’d really appreciate it if you mix up my pronouns/gendered terms when referring to me (ex: “Where are they, I saw them a while ago? Actually, I think he might be in his room. She’s always on her computer writing something.” or “He’s in here, but they’re too busy on her computer writing something.”) but if you must refer to me with one set of pronouns, I prefer they/them or he/him rather than just she/her.

My main blog is @selfshipping-shapeshifter and you should go follow it if you're interested! I chat with mutuals there and post about my f/os and ocs!

I also have a few writing blogs:

@self-shipping-selfcare where I write x Reader oneshots and headcanons (my main writing blog)

@gt-cafe where I write exclusively Giant/tiny oneshots (both original works and fanfics)

@your-yandere-darling where I write exclusively yandere oneshots and headcanons (with fictional characters, my ocs, and/or just a yandere character type)

@fnaf-edits where my friend and I post exclusively Fnaf (he does edits, matchups, and kin assignments and I write oneshots and headcanons)

✎.⋆I Will Write⋆.➳

Romantic letters

Platonic letters

Letters filled with fluff

Letters filled with angst

Letters from multiple characters

Letters from yandere characters

Letters to the reader

Letters to/from my ocs

And letters to your ocs

✎.⋆I Won’t Write⋆.➳

Character x Character (sometimes, ignoring polyamory)

YouTubers/Celebrities

✎.⋆Fandoms I Write For⋆.➳

A Monster in Paris

At Dead of Night

Beastars

Bendy and the Ink Machine/Bendy and the Dark Revival

Call of Duty Zombies (Primis and Ultimis Richtofen only please)

Cuphead

Danganronpa

Detroit: Become Human

Doki Doki Literature Club

Five Nights at Freddy's

Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss

Homegrown Pet

John Doe Game

Portal 2

Puss in Boots The Last Wish

Red Shoes and the Seven Dwarfs

Scrutinized

Skyrim

Spooky Month

Super Mario Bros Movie (Bowser only please)

Team Fortress 2

The Bad Guys

The Great Mouse Detective

Trapped With Jester

Undertale/Deltarune

Villainous

Yandere Simulator

Your Boyfriend

And maybe more I can't remember at the moment (please don’t hesitate to ask me if there’s a certain fandom I’ll write for, because I believe I write for more than this but I can’t remember all my fandoms)

✎.⋆Other Rules You Should Know⋆.➳

If you’re requesting something from Call of Duty Zombies, I’m still learning the lore and everything and I only write Richtofen as of now

For Danganronpa, I’ll write for the games only. I haven’t seen the anime yet, reason why I can’t write for it. I’ll also write for any character except Celeste and anyone from the anime and Ultra Despair Girls. My favorite characters to write for are Teruteru and Hifumi

For the Super Mario Bros Movie, I’ll only write for Bowser for right now

For Villainous, I haven’t seen the show yet but I have seen the shorts so I won’t write for anyone from the show only yet

I have the right to reject a request for whatever reason (I think I can’t write it, it’s not a fandom I’m in, I’ve already written something too similar to it, I’m uncomfortable with it, etc) and I might either answer your ask politely rejecting your request or I just delete the ask

If I'm obsessed with a certain fandom I'll be more focused on writing for it but I don’t mind if you request something from a different fandom (though I prefer if you request something from the fandom(s) that I’m currently obsessed with)

I’m a lazy procrastinator who fears I won’t be good at interpreting the characters well. It might take a while for me to finish your request because I either procrastinated, didn’t know how to write the character you requested, or both. Another reason why I wouldn't finish a request quickly is because I had a lack of motivation and/or inspiration which has been happening a lot recently, so if your request takes longer from that then I sincerely apologize

Please be specific when requesting something, if you aren't specific I'll assume you're fine with something random. And for polyamorous relationships, please specify the relationship (ex: Is Character A and Character B dating each other and the reader or are they simply friends who are both dating the reader?)

Crossovers are welcome here, the only rule is it has to be in my list of fandoms. You can still ask me if I know a certain TV Show/movie/video game/book/anime. If you request anything anime, chances are I don’t know it since I haven’t seen a lot of anime. I want to watch more, though (at some point)

Please be respectful and I hope you enjoy your time here!

Sincerely, Jonas~♡

《↬.•.•✿•.•.↫》

#amber's pinned posts #amber's important posts #f/o community #self shipping community #x gender neutral reader #x male reader

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tahanann · 1 year

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𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐋𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: 𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮

❝ To whoever finds these letters, I hope they reach you well ❞ ✎▫✧⭒....

Fandom: Hetalia Relationship: F/M Pairing: Alfred F. Jones (America) / (Female) Reader Chapter list: 00, 01, 02, 03, 04, 05, 06, 07, 08, 09, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14 Also posted on: AO3, Wattpad, Quotev

Chapter 11: " 27 " ✎▫✧⭒…

Meetings at the office were never really a good thing, especially when it's just between two people. (Y/n) sat in the office, waiting for her boss to arrive. She had been called her earlier...and she doesn't really know why. She had been doing her work and submitting papers in time before they were due. All the reports hit the quota and nothing gets away from her radar. She even goes as far double-check things.

The woman played with her fingers as the time passed. The silence around her was deafening. Not even the loud hallways outside were helping her. They all sound mumbled and distant, and normally those noises would be too loud. Her nervousness made her listen to her heartbeat more. The loud thumps played in her ears as her brain filled up the silence as best as it could.

Until the door behind her swung open and her boss, a tall, brooding woman, walked in with files in her hand. Those were placed gently on the black tabletop and the light was adjusted to shine on the beige folder. The woman in charge didn't open the file, instead, she connected her hands together and rested her chin on top.

"Do you know why I called you to my office today?" Her boss, Sharon, asked.

(Y/n) found the courage to look directly at her. "No," she answered. It was a simple response but many things can be taken from her voice and her mannerism. Sharon was a smart woman and knew when something was troubling her employees. She knew when another woman was stressed, emotionally unavailable, and simply out of it.

The (h/c) haired woman had been showing signs of this. Despite her ability to produce satisfactory work, it was clear that she wasn't acting the same as before. (Y/n) had been working here for years, was close with almost everyone, and now she's shutting herself away. She rarely talks to anyone in the office, with the exception of Felicia, and never properly greets anyone anymore.

A major behavior shift was suspicious to her boss. Sharon knows those signs all too well, but she didn't want to press further until she deemed it too late.

"It's about your behavior," Sharon replied, no longer keeping (Y/n) in the dark. "You've been changing the past few months. Sure, we accept a change here, but this is clearly for the worst rather than the best."

So that's what she was called for.

(Y/n)'s boss has always cared for her. She cared for everyone. She was seen as some sort of benevolent boss who never hesitated to set what was right for everyone. (Y/n) felt almost guilty to be put in here. With everything going on with her, she felt as if being here and getting talked to was a burden for her boss. This meeting took hours away from what Sharon could be normally doing. She could have been helping her peers out.

The (h/c) haired woman found it hard to respond to her boss. This almost felt like pity for her sorry state.

The silence from (Y/n) was taken as a sign to keep talking. "You know everyone's been worried about you," Sharon sighed.

"They shouldn't. I'm fine," (Y/n) smiled, "There's no need to worry about me. I can make things work out." It's better to dismiss everything rather than actually address things. The woman was aware that she was going downhill. It's been happening for a while now, but it's nothing that she can't crawl out of.

Right?

"Listen if you need to take more breaks, you're more than welcome to. You still have available vacation days, so why not take a break for a while. Give yourself some space and time." Her boss had an empathetic smile on her, which (Y/n) saw as more of a pity smile. Still, she sent him another smile back before shaking her head.

"I'll take those vacation days when I want to," (Y/n) hummed, "I'll be okay. I'm not on the brink just yet."

Sharon nodded. Although she would press even further, the woman seemed to be okay. That wasn't the case...but it's hard to make her open up. She'd have to depend on Felicia to get her to talk, considering that they're closer than anyone around here. The boss let her leave the room, leaving her contemplating.

(Y/n) will never know what her boss is thinking. She has a clue that it's about her, but she doesn't know what that woman is planning. All (Y/n) can do right now is wait.

Wait in her office space, typing on her computer and finishing reports. Wearing a fabricated smile instead of her usual frown. Everyone's suspicious of her. She needs to get rid of that.

No one needs to worry about her. Why should they? She's okay. She will be.

Throughout the entire day, (Y/n) was by herself, working to distract herself from everything, from her obsession.

Her thoughts.

Her emotions.

She left work with a smile on her face but entered her car with a frown. (Y/n) stayed in her car for a while. Her hands tightly gripped the steering wheel as she stared at the sky outside. It was still bright, with orange and red forming the prettiest combination.

The parking lot was peaceful and quiet. The atmosphere enabled her thoughts to spring out from the back. They swarmed, filling her mind with overwhelming feelings. The woman's eyes relaxed as she relived the emotions she went through this morning. Her hands trembled but kept their place on the steering wheel. Soon enough her lips followed, and her eyes became misty.

(Y/n) pursed her lips together after she sighed. She needed another distraction. She started her car and drove away from her work. The woman made sure that she drove safely on the road. She didn't care to speed and followed every single rule on her way home. Upon pulling up on her driveway, she hurried inside her home and locked the front door.

She tossed her belongings on the couch and enclosed herself in her bedroom. The lights were dimmed and she didn't bother changing to more comfortable clothes. She sunk into her bed, in her work clothes, as she felt the despair she hid away from her. Normally, she doesn't burst into tears upon getting home.

Today was different though. Maybe the bottle decided to crack open and spill out everything she's been keeping inside.

The woman laid on her bed, staring at the ceiling, as her eyes continued to well tears. The droplets fell down her face. Eventually, it all escalated and she stayed in her bed, crying.

Such a pitiful state she's in.

(Y/n) kept her dormant condition until she ran dry. She took in a deep breath from her lips and let it escape her afterward. She continued this exercise until she could force another smile. The woman managed to gather the energy to sit up. She stripped out of her work clothes and slipped into comfortable pajamas. She made her way to the kitchen where she ate dinner and moped around in her living room. She watched a comforting video she always turned to whenever she was feeling under the weather.

Although it seemed futile, it gathered a few laughs from her.

She walked back up to her room, trudging the floors, and sat on her bed. Her (e/c) eyes stared at the drawer that kept letters from Jones. Her thoughts resurfaced, but her psyche did its best to keep them tucked away to prevent another session.

(Y/n) had Jones in her mind, the perfect image of him at least. The mysterious, faceless soldier wore a green uniform and gleaming glasses. His smile sat on his featureless face. Sure, to the normal eye, this depiction of him would seem odd, but to the woman, it was her everything. It was her sweetheart.

He was hers...she was his.

The woman stayed dazed, staring blankly at the drawer that kept everything that reminded her of Jones. Her lips no longer had to force a smile, as one naturally crept up.

"Jones," She breathed out. How her heart seemed to sing for him, as if he were truly there, truly alive and well. Her delusions ran rampant in her mind as she stayed in her state. As much as she wanted to open one of the older letters to fuel her fantasy, she refused to move. She feared that one touch of the most recent ones would break everything she's dreamed of.

And no one wants their fantasy broken. Not in this condition.

So (Y/n) detracted and brought herself out of her blank state to fall into bed. There she lay with her phone, browsing until her body passed out from exhaustion. In her dreams, she lived in a world fueled by her love and imagination, where she danced with Jones. She could never hear his voice, but she could read his lips.

He called her baby, sweetheart, angels. Anything that could make the girl's heart sing. Their hands were intertwined and never departed. They were as close as they could be while dancing to jazz. It was, as if, they were bound by the waist by an invisible string. It kept them together. The closeness brought both of them comfort.

But everything was robbed from her as soon as she opened her eyes.

It was dark in her room. Her (e/c) eyes focused on the light that peeked through her blinds. The warm summer breeze pushed through the window and kissed her bare shoulder. It brought her warmth, but it wasn't enough to comfort her. An underlying dread washes over her as she realized that it was a new day.

Another letter from Jones.

(Y/n) stuck around in bed more. She knew that as soon as she got up, she had to open another letter. Even if she told herself she didn't need to, it was hard not to. She did everything in her power to make time for herself, but her body knew she still had to.

It made a reason for her to get up. Her stomach started growling, urging her to get up and head to the kitchen.

To start the routine.

The woman knew she couldn't starve herself. Hesitantly, she pushed herself up. (Y/n) made sure not to look at the spot in bed that had the letters tucked underneath. She walked to the bathroom to freshen up. She wanted to head straight to the kitchen, but her body forced her back into her room. She happened to stop in front of the spot.

Her lips and hands quivered as she reached down to grab the box filled with letters. She plucked one out and ripped through the envelope. She was careful not to rip its contents. Her (e/c) eyes studied its contents, finding another journal scrap, but it was structured like a letter. (Y/n) wasn't sure what pile to put it in, the collection of journal scraps or the letters pile.

This kind of format was odd. It was either-or, but never between. Still, there was little to no organization to the thoughts being poured into the paper. It felt more like ramblings. There were tear stains on the paper, but that was no longer an oddity for her. The woman didn't want to analyze it further, fearing that she'll get too into it and she'll spiral down with him today.

"Good morning Jones," (Y/n) softly smiled, "How are you, soldier."

Good morning my darling angel, The world seems to hate us a little more today. Maybe there's no more saving grace for us soldiers anymore. Maybe it's truly not giving us another chance. I have been praying every single day that God would do something, but he's done nothing but watch. It's all like a game of chess, except I can't control anything. I'm just another goddamn pawn. I can't say that you are too, baby, since you're all the way back home. You're safe. You're like the queen. You're being protected by the others back at home. I'm doing all I can to protect you. I can't change my fate or anything, but I wish I did. I wish I still had some saving grace. I wish I had something done to me so I didn't have to stay here anymore. I need a miracle, but getting those involves God's charity. And God is cruel today. We lost someone and normally, I show a lot of pity to the guys we've lost, but, this one is different, baby. It's someone I didn't think we could lose. Charles. We've lost him. It's just me and Alex now. And you know, it's all my fault. It always is. I was put in the same squad as Charles today. Things were going so well, but he got himself blown up. He's an idiot, isn't he? I try to tell myself that, because I know if I carry this guilt with me, I might as well be six feet under. As much as I dislike him, he still put the effort into saving me. He told me to duck and cover. He told me that he'll take the shot and clear out the path ahead in front of us. He had better eyesight than me, he said, but this damn fool couldn't see the incoming grenade headed straight for us. I know I tried to tell him, but I suppose the shock was hitting me. I saw him explode. He had lost his leg, but he was still breathing. I tried to save him as best I could, but it all happened too fast that all I got from it was "tell my girlfriend that I love her. Send her the letter and tell her that I died in a good way, in full pieces." I did what I was told because that's all I'm good for. It hurt to write this time. Not because of the shock, but because of everything that's happened to me and Charles. I wish he still told me that he hated me, so I could stop thinking about him. But he still cared for me. I hate that fact. It hurts me too much. The image is burning in my head and I can't get it out. As much as I pick at my head and try to get it out, it's staying there. Charles, that idiot, still saved me, even if he could have just left me there and ran away himself. I can't handle it, you know. And I think this is karma for everything. For shooting so many people, so many other soldiers. This is something God is playing against me. I'm losing control of everything. I feel like I can't breathe. I can't. It's hard to. I pray and pray that everything is fine, but nothing. Absolutely nothing. I've lost faith in God, for all he does is play tricks on vulnerable men who risk their lives every day. He can't hear us amidst all the bombardments and bombs. But you. You're here. I have faith in us, no matter how far apart we are from each other. I can lean on you to be there for me. I pray that God hears you back at home, where it's peaceful and safe. My darling angel, maybe you can tell him my messages and prayers. I pray that he does. I pray that you tell him everything. I pray that you still have me in your thoughts, in your prayers, because I have you in mine. Continue to be safe back at home. Dearly yours, A.F.J

(Y/n)'s stomach twisted and turned, sending her emotions that put her through another spiral. Her shaking hands brought the letter to her lips. She placed a soft, kiss against the paper and lingered there for a moment. The man was going through so much, and she was here to listen to him spill out his emotions. If only she had some way of telling him that there was someone actually reading everything he sent.

It would have brought him the comfort that he needed. He wouldn't have to force himself to believe that his beloved was listening to him. (Y/n) could tell that his girlfriend wasn't. She didn't think about the technicalities anymore. She knew it was cruel to leave him hanging with hope.

How could anyone do that to him? If anything, the girlfriend was cruel and the more she read the letters, the more disdain she grew.

"I'm sorry Jones, I wish I had you in mine," (Y/n) whispered. It took a while for the woman to keep herself together. She placed the letter back in its home and hid it in the drawer filled with his letters. She lingered in her bed longer, her eyes blankly staring at the drawers.

"I wish I could have you."

Her lips arched into another small, pathetic smile. (Y/n) pried her eyes away from the sight and pushed herself up. She headed to the kitchen where she prepared her meal, alone. In her thoughts, the perfect version of Jones haunted her. She imagined him around her, watching her cook. It made her genuinely smile. Her own version of reality continued to play, but it all stopped when she heard her phone buzz.

(Y/n) arched a brow as she grabbed her phone and picked up the call.

"Hey," a soft voice spoke through the speaker, "I just wanted to check up on you since, you know I don't really see you walk out anymore."

"Matthew," (Y/n) replied, "I'm okay. I just haven't found anything interesting to do lately so I've been cooped up in my home a lot. Why? What's up?"

"I've just been wondering where you were, since you don't really respond to my texts anymore. The only time we ever really see each other is when we sometimes see each other on the driveway," Matthew mumbled, "I wanted to hang out with you, but you seem really busy all the time so I never really bothered."

"I'm sorry Mattie," (Y/n) spoke, "I uhmm...I'm free right now, actually. Maybe we can go somewhere together."

"I'm actually planning on bringing Kuma with me to a park. He needs to take a walk and maybe burn a little chub. Do you wanna go with me?"

"I'd love to."

Their call ended then and (Y/n) put the phone down. She continued preparing her meal and finished as soon as she heard her doorbell ring. She walked over and opened the front door, showing her face to Matthew. She was glad that she managed to fix her appearance before him. She doesn't want him asking about her heavy eyebags and bloodshot eyes.

Kuma barked happily, pulling Matthew closer to her so he could sniff her. He then rubbed himself around her, with his tail wagging fast that his butt started to follow along. The puppy wanted pets and of course (Y/n) obliged. She exchanged greetings with Matthew before she started cooing at the whimpering dog.

"He's missed you, you know?" Matthew grinned, "He doesn't even get this excited to see me and honestly I'm a little jealous."

"Aww...sorry puppy, I was busy," (Y/n) hummed. She gently pets behind his ear, causing the dog's eyes to droop a little. "I don't have any treats for you right now, but he's free to roam around the house for now. I have to eat my breakfast before we can head out."

The Canadian nodded. The duo followed their friend to the kitchen, where they sat and talked for a while. Most of it is just catching up. Nothing too...intrusive in (Y/n)'s opinion. Although, she knows that Matthew has a clue as to what's wrong with her. She doesn't want his concern either, even if it might help. Her speculations are entirely just that.

Speculations.

She doesn't have any solid proof, but she'll keep her guard.

When she was finished with her food, she excused herself from the dining table. (Y/n) went on ahead to change and touch up her features before grabbing her essentials. After, she called Matthew over to the front door, and together they started walking.

Idle chatter springs between them, filling up the empty space. It would have been awkward to walk in silence, especially when there's a friend who's gone missing for a while. Matthew talked mostly about his troubles which were lightweight. There had been trouble at his work concerning polar bear habitat conservation. It was a serious topic and Matthew had so much passion for it.

(Y/n) had nothing much to say, as she was afraid of spilling too much and confirming Matthew's concerns. The blonde wasn't much to pry either and opted to continue the conversation when she didn't want to. Matthew was a good man...but to burden him with what she was troubled with is too much for her to handle.

Eventually, they landed at the park that was near their neighborhood. There was a dog park for Kuma to run and socialize with other dogs. (Y/n) and Matthew found a comfortable spot beneath the shade to keep away from the summer sun.

They were comfortable and (Y/n) had a good distraction from her thoughts. They weren't as troubling today, but the account written in today's opened letter was bothering her. The woman sunk in her spot, her eyes stuck on Kuma's white fur.

"Something's troubling you," Matthew mumbled.

(Y/n) arched a brow but never looked at Matthew. "What do you mean?"

"I can see it in your eyes. Your eyebags look heavier than usual. You've been isolating yourself for god knows how long and your voice seems so uninterested in everything." Matthew looked down at his hands. "I...I've been there before you know...I know stuff...I know things that can probably help you if you let me."

She supposed her absence from Matthew's life and her appearance gave everything away. Matthew was always the smart one. The most emotionally aware person she's ever met.

"So it's that obvious?" (Y/n) let out a dry laugh. "I'm okay, Mattie, I'm just a little tired from everything. Work is putting a lot of stress on me, you know? I've been getting through it. I haven't done anything too outrageous, I suppose. I should be okay."

Another excuse to push away someone who's concerned. Great.

"But, you know there's eventually going to be a point where you will do something, right?" Matthew mumbled. He moved closer so he could keep their conversation more private. "Look I'm super worried about you."

"You sound like my other friend," (Y/n) smiled.

"Are you saying another person knows?"

"Yeah. Doesn't really matter though. Not like it's taking over. I still have a bit of control over my life." (Y/n) shrugged, "It's been going at it for a while, but I don't really care if I'm miserable about it or not. I'll get over it, maybe, and then I'll be okay."

"You can't just keep denying it exists. If you need help then you need help," Matthew spoke. He was going to go off on some tangent about getting aid for her mental illness.

But he doesn't. He doesn't want to push her boundaries. There are different types of people that deal with their own issues. If she can handle it her own way, then he'll let her. He just wanted her to know that he knows what going on.

"Look...if you ever need to call someone or you want to just talk to them in person, I'm available. You already have my number and stuff so feel free to, okay?" He gently leaned against her. It was his way of giving her comfort. "I'm literally right across the door. Just give me a knock and Kuma will just start barking at me to get to the door. I'm sure the lil guy doesn't mind helping out."

"You're the second person to offer me help you know?" (Y/n) giggled. "Said the exact same thing, actually."

"Oh?" Matthew smiled, "Well I'm certainly not going to be your last, nor am I going to be just your backup caller. Not saying that you should give me a call first, but...just a suggestion."

"I'll think about it Mattie," (Y/n) hummed, "For now...Let me try and sort through this myself. Just need some time, that's all."

And a lot of distractions.

"I hope you know that I'm putting a lot of trust into youto keep yourself in check," Matthew murmured.

"And I promise I won't let you down."

(Y/n) sent him a small, authentic smile. Matthew kept himself pressed against her, although, he made sure not to put his entire weight on her. The woman returned the gesture and they balanced each other out.

For the rest of that day, Matthew put as much effort into making her happy. He invited her over to her house to help him cook dinner for two. After dinner, (Y/n) stayed over longer to watch a recorded hockey match with the blonde. It was easy to say that Matthew enjoyed it more than she did, but she liked the company. Once the night ended, Matthew walked her back to her home.

(Y/n) lingered at the frame of her front door. "Thanks for hanging out with me, Mattie. I really appreciate it."

"It's no problem," Matthew smiled, "Besides...we needed to have one soon anyway."

The duo whispered their good nights and soon (Y/n) locked her doors. She received a text from her friend and it put a smile on her face. "Don't be a stranger! I mean it this time! Don't disappear on me :(" the text read. The woman replied "I won't. Don't worry. I'll try not to, but I can't make any promises! <3"

(Y/n) fixed herself up for the night. Now basking in the silence of her cold home, she was left with her thoughts. They drifted back to what she believed was her lover. Jones presented himself in her mind with a smile, with his lips mouthing out "how was your day, angel?" The woman was caught in the conversation and stood in the bathroom for a while.

She took herself out of reality for a bit, eventually snapping out of it 30 minutes later. The woman finished her routine and headed to bed, where she spent more time dissociating until her body decided to fall asleep. By the time she woke up in the morning, the sun was already high in the sky. Another breeze swept by her room, placing a kiss on her cheek this time.

It was 11 am.

The woman stays in her bed, stuck in another daze. Her mind raced with images and words, with her heart gathering emotion. The morning dread was typical and it kept her anchored on her mattress. Her hands lay limp and her feet refused its purpose. There she kept her attention on her mind, where she reveled in the thoughts of being held.

Her dream gave her comfort in the motionless shell she called a body.

But she was, again, brought back to reality with her stomach.

It was already 2 pm.

(Y/n) gathered up all the strength she could to push herself up. Her feet dangled above the floor. Her heels hit the box below. The letters. There they sat in their home, waiting to be opened by her. The woman stood up and trudged through the home, getting ready for another day of doing absolutely nothing.

She stayed in her bathroom for a moment, her eyes blankly staring at the sink. Her mind wanders and continues to do so.

Jones. Jones...Jones.

Whispering the soldier's name, she smiles but was brought back to a frown after a while. His image disappears in her mind, tucked away by her remaining sanity. (Y/n) moved her body to approach the box under her mattress. She followed her routine, ripping the envelope and studying the parchment inside. Another ramble formatted like a letter. Always addressed to his darling angel. But lacked the tear stains.

She didn't read further and didn't press for a deeper analysis.

"Good morning Jones," (Y/n) whispered.

To my dearest angel, It's difficult to say these things to you. You know you mean so much to me, but sometimes I wonder if you feel the same way. I know you do, I'm praying you do, but sometimes at night, I think. I think about a lot of things that I want to pick out of my head. Those awful thoughts rot my brain. It's why I rarely don't think, but I do, sometimes. I'm doubting. I thought in the past that I no longer had doubts about everything and accepted fate as it is, but there's this itching idea in the back of my head. It's saying that you don't love me. You don't care about me. It's why you never send any letters back. But I know it's different. I know you're working hard back at home. Even if you aren't saying anything back to me, I know you're looking at the same moon and stars, regardless of where I am. It's because I remember. You remember how I told you I'd be your moon right? And that you'd be my stars. I still think it's us up there. I wish it was truly like that, so I don't have to worry about anything anymore. So that I could just have you up there and we'd be at peace together in the same sky. In the same place. In the same home. You know, I feel awful, baby. I feel like everything I've built up in life, everything I've worked for is falling apart in front of me. I feel like a worthless sack of shit that keeps trying to rebuild and rebuild, but it's hard. I'm running out of bricks and my brain refuses to keep itself sane. I can't sleep at night anymore but I can barely keep myself awake in the morning. I miss my ma, my pa, granddad, grandma. I miss everyone. I miss life back at home. Most importantly, I miss you. I miss everything about you. I miss kissing you, bringing you gifts, and holding you. It's too cold at night. Too quiet. Makes me get shaky and jittery. There's no one to hold, but, the thought of you just makes me really happy. Helps with the night shakes. Keeps me going, truly. I'd love to keep thinking about us, but the doubts really steer my brain the wrong way. I hope I'll find some way to claw them out of there. I'll find a way, eventually, but I promise you no harm will happen. I'll try and keep myself in peace so you'll still see me as the guy you fell in love with. I'll forever keep you in my prayers and in my thoughts. Dearly yours, A.F.J

"I'll have you in my thoughts too," the woman softly spoke. "Forever."

She started at the paper before her. Although he seemed to be ill, he still has some hope inside him. He's a dedicated man...and (Y/n) will equally be as dedicated as him.

(Y/n) smiled before placing the usual, lingering kiss against the paper. Although there was no way to contact him, she could only hope that his spirit knows that someone loves him as much as he loved his girlfriend. Her lips departed and she tucked the letter back into its home.

"I'll see you tomorrow, baby," she whispered.

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"I can let him kiss my cheek~ hehe~"

"…Sure, even Carlos and Nemo can do it too. They are technically related to us, so kissing on the cheek is normal." Aisha said, smiling as she joked about this to her sister Aida, who was now whining and pouting.

"No! Those two aren’t allowed! One is stupid, and another is cowardly. They don’t seem to have been born from the same mother as Sein!"

Now that Aida has said those things, Aisha can’t help but express her thoughts "Your right, why was Sein the only one who inherited his mother’s black hair and green eyes…" only to shake her head, brushing the thoughts away, as she doesn’t know as well.

Though she was speaking with Aida about a theory, she was interrupted when Aida pointed someone out the window.

"Nemo is downstairs with Y/N? Why is she there? And they look like they’re having fun without me! I’m going there."

Indeed, Lady Y/N is having fun, and by the looks of it, she’s already close with one of the brothers, and this was noticed by Aisha even in the beginning. From the way Nemo keeps glancing at Lady Y/N to her defending Nemo to Carlo,

Aisha didn’t think much about this, as Lady Y/N can be friends with anyone she wants, but for her sister, who was pouting and whining that she didn’t get invited, Aisha could only sigh while rolling her eyes.

"Alright, I’ll go follow, but after picking some good books to give to Lady Y/N."

"Then, I’ll be going first, Sister. Don't worry, I'll make sure we sisters understand the word "fun" better than Nemo can." Aida quickly sprints to where her friend and Nemo are.

As for Aisha, she did what she wanted to do first, and after that, she went to the one book to check if the new person had left her anything. She did get the new note from Cypress. She expected something bad, but the note only told her to be cautious around her.

That’s the first mission she got, though she hasn’t decided yet if she wants to help this person after seeing the first task. It’s not like she’s not acting like one.

So, in the end, she left a note:

"I’ve been doing that, give me something that's challenging."

One thing she also noticed when she was about to fold the note is that there was a symbol at the back, and seeing this, she couldn’t help but giggle at this. Thanks to all the books and stories she read about, she recognized this type of thing with just a glance.

'So it's like a puzzle now'

Right now, as she opened the book to the page where she wrote a note to the new person who decided to join, she was surprised that the person replied, and right there her question, "Who are you?" was answered.

"I am your friend from the fairy tale."

What are the odds that Aisha made two friends because of this book, and so as time passed, the tiny pieces of paper in the book grew in number.

So those are the letters she keeps finding from Cypress, and each note makes her more curious about who Cypress is, and she hopes that if she ever meets them, one thing she wants to ask and hear their answer in person is that.

"Why are you doing this?"

Even though she could ask that question in a note, which she did, she never got an answer to it. And thus, she draws the conclusion that maybe the cypress doesn’t know the answer yet, or they already know but aren’t prepared to tell her.

"Don’t worry, I’ll wait until you are ready."

Returning to Cypress’s task for her, each note she found made her happy, as if she had a purpose to do, like a mission that she needed to accomplish. Though she didn’t always get a task, more like a "getting-to-know" note, which Aisha doesn’t mind as this will help her learn who Cypress really is,

But one thing she can’t figure out yet is how to build the symbols at the back of each note; they're already there, but she doesn’t know how to build them yet.

Again, whenever she saw a new reply from her two mystery friends, she was very happy. It was as if she had received a present she liked.

Even though she received different aspects from her two friends, she was still waiting for a new reply from them.

One talks about some stories and books, while the other one talks about one another, and sometimes Aisha asks Cypress about the stories her other friend keeps telling her, wanting to hear Cypress’s opinion.

"I like the story "The Master Thief" the most. The son who was a thief was probably the smartest person in the book." As Aisha wrote this, she placed it back in its original spot. On that same day, she also made some notes to Cypress about this story her new friend kept talking about.

(Keywords: if you see a "+," it means Cypress (aka you) is talking; if you see a "/," it means Aisha’s new friend.)

/ Maybe the master thief had liked Frederick and Catherine more. because they are really very funny /

+ Anyone can be smart, but you are right about that; the son is simply one of a kind +

"Haha, that’s true. Frederick is a really good husband. He and Catherine are a match made in heaven. Then which is the saddest story?"

/ The little mermaid, perhaps? Maybe it’s because I still don’t know much about love that I don’t understand why the little mermaid would make such a big sacrifice to save a stranger. /

+ I agree with them, but it’s not literally like that; the story is all about sacrificing for the people you love. Just like the little mermaid did... What about you? Would you sacrifice yourself for your loved one? +

This time, Aisha made two notes with different answers. In the first one, she simply wrote her opinion: "I think it might be because the prince was very handsome, but wouldn’t that make it sadder?" In the second, she wrote the answer to the cypress’s question.

"I will, as they’re the only family I have. I already lost one, and I don’t want to lose any more."

/ Every human has a soul, but the little mermaid only chose the most beautiful human. /

+ As you said, she also doesn’t want to lose anymore +

Aisha can’t help but smile at this; it's like her two friends are debating with one another, even though she gets what her first friend said, "cypress is a more logical way," and how they keep interpreting another meaning, which Aisha liked the most.

"That’s right, but I don’t like the foolish prince who mistook his savior. I like the master thief, even if his face looks like Quasimodo."

/ What if it was a handsome master thief? /

+ Like they said, what if? Think carefully, my friend. +

For the first time, her two friends asked the same question. Aisha thought about it first: if it was the handsome master thief, then-

"Then I should hide my heart well, so as not to let it get stolen."

Aisha contemplated who her two friends from the fairy tale were. She didn’t know why, but she thought it was Sein and her friend Lady Y/N, who also read in the study, but the difference is that Y/N only studied when she was around.

But still, Lady Y/N is one of the wanted ones on her list.

Aisha studied the handwriting of the people around her closely, but she didn’t find anyone whose handwriting matched. Even though she has a copy of the handwritten letter from her two friends from the fairy tale,

Sein and Y/N’s handwriting didn’t look the same as that of her friends from the said book. Additionally, Sein and Y/N’s handwriting was so much better... after that, Aisha gave up on trying to find out who these friends are.

Perhaps it was a split personality of hers that was trying to communicate with her without her knowledge. It could also have been a little fairy in the study trying to secretly befriend her, while Cypress is a second person in the book that will make the paper appear in every place at the manor.

Like a wizard that can transport things.

No matter what, Aisha was happy that she had such friends, though she didn’t forget her duty to be a friend to Lady Y/N. However, Y/N has recently been preoccupied with her sister and Nemo to the point where they have not had the opportunity to read as frequently as they used to.

And every time she asks her to read with her or suggest some books, Y/N always tells her, "Later, Lady Aisha, I promise to help Nemo with his painting."

"Maybe later, sorry. I promised Lady Aida that I would play her some new music"

Because of this, it irritates her, not because of Lady Y/N but because of the people who always get to her before she can, and she can only sigh at this. But still, her irritation would vanish as if it weren’t there in the first place.

When she receives another reply from her two friends from the fairy tale, until Aisha grows up and stops liking to read.

She would still flip through that book and leave behind her sentiments toward life, waiting for her friends to respond. This book and Manor became a bridge for their communication, and it was also the most meaningful book she had ever read in her life.

Since the friend in Aisha’s book wasn’t any of the three brothers, nor was it Lady Y/N, now.

The said "trail." According to the sisters, things still needed to continue for the family, for example, pulling out the stool from under Nemo while acting ignorant.

But Lady Y/N is sometimes there and would help Nemo get up. Even though the twins knew how kind Y/N is, sometimes they wish she wasn’t so kind.

Then next was putting the chalk box over the door frame so as to have it hit Carlo, but again, Y/N was there, so instead of Carlo getting hit, it was directed at Lady Y/N instead, and this made them gasp.

Instead of being angry at them, she only brushes it off, telling them how they finally pulled a prank on her.

That’s the point where they don’t want to pull a prank on their friend, ever.

And it continued like this: drawing an ugly face on Nemo’s back during art class, then getting complimented by Lady Y/N.

Mocking their demise instead of helping them, Lady Y/N also laughs but helps them afterward, and with that thing she did, the brothers became closer to her.

This made the twins aware of this, and they don’t like the brothers taking Y/N's attention away from them.

Even though they warned Lady Y/N not to be too nice because it would ruin their plan, this was a mistake on their part, and they quickly apologized. They can't simply take that behavior away from her because it's genetically programmed into Lady Y/N.

Because after they said that, they quickly noticed Lady Y/N’s silence, and they don’t like it one bit.

On the surface, it was akin to a child’s mischief. However, it happened many times and also became unbearable. Although Carlo was a crude and rash child, he wouldn’t be as willful and reckless as he had been in the past whenever he bumped into the twins.

Or when Lady Y/N is present, he is even nicer.

But things aren’t always like that. When it really went overboard, the only thing he could do was complain to Gwen. Even so, Aisha and Aida did not admit that it was them who did it.

Now, this was what the twins liked about their friend, even though she was too kind for them to bear it, but at times like this, when she was being asked by Duke Gwen, her only answer was

"We’re just playing, and sometimes it hurts when we play." Yet again, they could only sigh when Y/N added this part: "Don’t worry, I’ll help you patch up."

Just seeing Carlo’s smiling face made them twitch their upper lips, and because of this, they only did it when she was not around, as Carlo wanted them to hurt him if she was around so that she could patch him up, even if it was a small scratch.

"I hate it when they’re cowering behind Y/N! it’s so annoying." Aida exclaimed, angryly munching on the bread Aisha had hidden as punishment for not being allowed to eat dinner.

"Don’t worry, Aida. We always got a plan"

Then why didn’t he complain to Sylvia? instead of cowering behind Lady Y/N? and he called himself not a coward. Well, he did that before, but

"Carlo, those are your younger sisters. Learn from Nemo; just let them do it!"

"What? I’m not that cowardly! Mother, you need to punish them and show them you have the authority!"

Carlo wasn't wrong, but even though Sylvia has those, she chooses to remain silent because she knows that in the distant future, everything around them will be theirs in the end, and they will be free to do whatever they want.

Additionally, she also saw how Lady Y/N protected her sons, which made her plan easier as the brothers already liked her; the only things missing were Lady Lisa and Lord Duke’s approval. But she didn’t need to worry about that because after she reported this news,

Sylvia will do whatever it takes, for the couple to withdraw the current suitor of Lady Pellereli’s Y/N – III. Before she and he get to meet each other,

Hmm… Who is he?

As for Sein, he still has not faced such treatment. He was very polite to everyone in the manor nor did not do anything crude. As such, the sisters didn’t have any reason to target him.

Sein and Lady Y/N only get close due to having the same lesson whenever she visits, and that is it.

While she plays the violin, he plays the piano.

Such a beautiful combination, for them that is… for Lady Y/N? She doesn’t even want to be near this room... Nonetheless, here she is, playing the viola and receiving praise from teacher Bella. as her original teacher quit.

It's more like she forced him to leave because of his actions toward her, which she despises.

Aisha, who was passing by to get to another room, halted when she heard the music and peeked into the room. Seeing Sein and Lady Y/N playing the instrument, she decided to sit on the stairs in front of the piano room, which now looked more like a music room, whenever her friend visited.

The action of sitting on the stairs and reading while listening to music slowly became a habit for Aisha. Not only that but as well as the Pellereli family hobbies to sends their daughter every weekend to the Dimoche Manor.

As for the missing book that Lady Y/N hid, she confirm that Sein didn’t have it as it took three days for the workers to finish the renovation which means, it either still be there or get misplaced… or be put back at the library.

With the finished garden, her only thought was

‘Let’s race then, Sein.’

And when he turned around to face her, giving one another smile. It’s like indicating

‘I wish you luck, Lady Y/N’

╰┈➤ ❝ [✎ To be continued 🕮 ] ❞

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