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dreamwritersworld · 1 year

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Once innocent. Part 4. (Sully family x reader)

Hi! Just a reminder that this is a mini series to show the deeper sides of Y/n’s life BEFORE “The chore” :) 💕 I never said that the argument y/n had in ‘the chore’ was the only serious one she was in.🤫

Y/n waited patiently until it was her turn to hold Tuk. When Y/n did, she didn’t hold back tears, she didn’t care who saw her, the tears she left out were the first emotion she let anyone see in a long time.

She’s beautiful. Her skin is so soft, the way she smiled at me was so contagious and the way her small hand wrapped around my finger was perfect. She was perfect. “hello sunshine, aren’t you precious and innocent? How could Eywa bless us with someone so perfect? You’re my bundle of joy. I’ll protect you.” From then on, that’s all I ever did.

Soon my mother didn’t need to give constant care to Tuk, and that’s when I took in Tuk. It’s not like I wasn’t always there when she was just a newborn, because even when she was under my moms care, I’d take her any chance I’d get. She was the only one I spoke full conversations with, even if she couldn’t speak back, just seeing her smile at me was enough to warm my heart. When I noticed how mother and father slowly distanced themselves, tired of having to spend everyday with the clingy child. It only showed a reflection of what others saw with me and my parents. I would never let her endure or go through what I did. I will take care of her, that way when she returns in my parents arms they will ache for her. Tuk deserved that. Not a empty ache for their child, not the ‘care’ I received as a kid.

*Flashback*

“Dad? Mom?” Giggles erupted from the sweet girl as she hugged onto her dad’s leg. “I found you dad it’s been hours since we first started playing hide-“ her father looked at her suddenly feeling frustrated with how messy the girl was. “Y/n let go. Your hands are dirty. Go clean yourself up.” The child looked down at her hand and giggled once again “oh yea..sorry sir I was practicing outside and then I fell when I ran to chase you!” As soon as I cleaned up I ran back to cuddle next to them except they were all asleep and there was no room left for me so I had to sleep on the edge. “Mom? Dad? Guys?…I guess this is ok..It’s fine! Good night!” *

Please no, she’ll never experience the heart break I did. Tuk is only a toddler, she’s drawing right now. “Hey! What you drawing there sunshine? Can I see?…You know I’m no good at this game. But I’ll try to guess what it is, just for you! Just give me a second I’ll figure it out…is it me?” Tuk giggles and point at me after I said that “it is me! I knew it! Cmon can you say Y/n Tuk? Y/nnn.” Tuk just sighs smiling and looking back down at her drawing. “Not much of a talker are you sunshine? Grandmother told me you should be speaking by now, but don’t worry about it! You’ll talk when your ready! Maybe your hiding a special fun secret? Maybe…you found out i was the tickle monster!” I raise my hands to tickle her into a fit of laughter “rawr!!!” I laugh with her and come to a stop…her laugh is so full of life. I’ll keep going through life just to hear that laugh everyday. “We should start helping mom prep our meal shouldn’t we, sunshine? Let’s go!” We head to help mom and I prep Tuk down handing her the two toys I found for her, with crayons and a paper. I joined smoothly helping my mom prep. We didn’t talk much especially after she broke her promise. Call me dramatic but it hurt. My mother knew it was wrong too…hints why we don’t speak anymore. The one time where we’re able to find words to say to each other was when Tuk needed something but that was rare. I always knew when Tuk needed something or how she liked something. Majority of the times Tuk was just asking to return back to my arms. The food was done so we began preparing and eating our meal. I sat away from my siblings that were in the corner, to sit next to Tuk and help her eat her meal. Dad seems upset today…please no. “Y/n. Why is there crayons on the floor. Clean it up.” I look up and slowly get up to pick up the crayons Tuk had been playing with. “Why aren’t you watching your sister? She has crayon marks on her arm. You let her get dirty. You know when you were born I thought how the hell am I supposed to raise this messy kid. This hyper active little kid who’s reckless. You can’t be that way with Tuk. It’s not ok.” Cmon really? In front of Tuk. “I know, I’m well aware at how important it is to keep the child clean. Try not to abuse your power father. Tuk is here. You will NOT do this in front of Tuk. It’s just not gonna happen” I pass a smile and look at Tuk who was smiling at me pointing to our hammock. “No more food Tuk? You sure did eat huh sunshine? Let’s go clean you up and put you to sleep while Mom and dad eat.” I tried acting like I didn’t hear him talk about me to my mother. Maintained a smile on my face. How could they ever think she was going to stay dirty? I would never let it happen. She’s a kid, of course she’s gonna get dirty, but I’ll clean it up. I shower her as tears drop down my face. She grasp my face and points to my lips with her hands opening up and down motioning me to speak and then back to her toys. “we’re going on a…bear hunt. We’re gonna catch a…big one!” She giggles and I finish washing up to take her and I back inside. I place her in the hammock setting her with my parents, giving a kiss on the cheek and a goodnight before walking away. “Y/n! Y/n! Y/n!” I immediately freeze…she has such angelic voice. I turn around smiling as my parents watch by with shock…their daughters first words! Tuk crawls towards me with her hands out telling me to grab her. I giggle at her sweet actions and twirl her “oh sunshine-“ my father speaks up “Just take her tonight. Just be quiet and go to sleep.” He can be upset but I don’t care. Nothing can ruin this moment with my sweet angel.

Tuk was 5 when I started training her, I was going to teach her it all. She became a quick learner and she enjoyed it just as much as I did. We were on our way to my usual training spot until she spotted the place I had went to for pretty flowers and accessories. Maybe she can learn how to crown and bead first and then we can go to survival more. I was smiling at her until I saw she almost touched the neon flower. “Wait Tuk! Don’t touch that one! It makes you have this weird reaction and it’s gross!” Tuk laughs and look up at me “…Did you touch it?” I looked down with an ashamed face,not wanting to admit how I was left with a weird reaction all over me because I touched the flower “…i don’t know” We spent the rest of our evening crowning and beading. Then I told her i’d show her how to make the clothing, explaining to her it’s necessary in case you need extra or something happens. Then Tuk seemed to go more quiet…”what’s wrong…Tuk?” She looks up from the blanket she was making “hungry.” I was quick to grab her toy that was a shape of a food,thinking of something quick to change her mood “hey there Tuk! It’s me the famous hamburger word on the street is that you are hungry and you want to eat me! Do you want want to eat me?” She giggles and says “cmon y/n I can’t eat a toy!” I give her a good look and hold the toy up again to say “aw man, my feelings are hurt!” Tuk is quick to say “well my stomach hurts!” “mmh, sassy!” She giggles and I go towards my bag to see if I have anything to give her. I pick up a container of small leftovers I had set for when I was going to do extra work around the village, it’s fine I’ll just skip eating today. Something I’ve been doing a lot lately, and trust me not on purpose.

*Flasahback*

“You need to start picking up your work Y/n because this isn’t cutting it. What are you doing to even contribute to the village? Cause I see nothing. You are nothing because you do nothing.” Are you kidding me. He doesn’t care does he? The fact that his child is right there. “Tuk go with mom to sleep ok?….(Tuk looks at her dad suspiciously and leaves her sister with a hug) Tuk was here. I take care of Tuk. Remember? And I DO put my part into the village I just came from there! This argument that you’re trying to pick up isn’t happening right now. While you had the privilege to come home early as the ‘olo'eyktan’ I didn’t. There’s a clear defining difference between us Sir.” As I was leaving placing to go in my hammock, I could still hear him mumbling complaints. I turn to go get some rest “Y/n, Y/n! Good night sleep!” I giggle and say it back. But as soon as I turned there was no longer a smile on my face. How could everyone sleep so peacefully while I now have to work hours on end.*

“About all we got!” Handing her my small meal. Tuk looks at the lunch, saddened knowing she watched me make it in the morning, for more work my father ordered me to do. “…what about you?” I turn away from my beading and smile “go for it! I’ll find something else soon! I’m not even that hungry sunshine!” Tuk looks at me with her ‘thinking’ face. Oh Eywa, no don-“how about I go with you to help around in the village…you know as my…contribution? (She’s handing these words slowly REMEMBER she’s only 5 right now that’s why she’s taking awhile to remember the words she was taught)” To the hours that I’m up by? And the hours I have to wake up the next morning? This would not be a fair ask. She’s just a kid “After we are done with these blankets we can give it to the village and this will be your contribution ok? Your doing great Tuk! You’re quick!” Tuk laughs but is upset for her sister on the inside why does she have to always work?

We kept on dealing with our next days like that and I slowly introduced her into survival. Tuk was still eager to do more in her village so today she decided why not just follow her sister, instead of asking her? It’s better to ask for forgiveness than permission! It’s only a matter of time before Y/n gets tired of working and wants to go away…leave.

I dropped Tuk off home with my shoulder still slacked down…I’m so tired. Only a couple of more hours and I can sleep. peacefully. “Ok Tuk good night, sunshine!” I turn to walk away but to my surprise she followed me back out of our home. What is she doing? “If you leave…I want you to take me too.” She’s confusing me. “W-what are you talking about?” She looks up again “Please don’t be mad. I don’t want to be alone. Not having you makes me feel alone. I can’t live with you not with me y/n. I know you want to leave sometimes. I also know that this work you’ve been doing is a lot. So just take me to work with you. I’ve been asking for a long time, I can help.” No, this can not happen , I will not take her helping hand. This is work my father gave me to punish me. I will not bring her down with me. I refuse. “If you have the time to fall asleep? You do it.” Tuk raises her voice with frustration very evident. “I said I don’t want to!” Throwing some tantrums here and there are and aren’t ok. I was never allowed to do it so dealing with it can be…confusing? Frustrating? This is technically my first time raising a kid. “I don’t care what you said. You will do it.” Tuk is quick to say “I don’t care what you say!” She can’t just deny what I’m telling her. This is for her. “Cmon Tuk!” Letting a frustrated sigh go before i kneeled down to talk to her and get her to understand. “You can’t break promises Tuk. You said you’d stop pushing the idea. You promised me.” She gives an ashamed look “…ik” she still has eagerness to come and it needs to stop. She can’t go through I have to do everyday, it’s not easy. “You’re not letting this go are you? Tuk I’m done. We’re not doing this anymore. You’re going to drop it or you’re in big trouble. I mean it.” Tuk rushes in to give me a hug. “Fine. Go to work, but take care of yourself ok? Oel ngati kameie, y/n” I sigh into her hug, relieved “Oel ngati kameie, sunshine….ok you should go inside to go to sleep I’ll give you a good night hug and kiss ok?” She grabs my hand and rushes me inside, I can feel my dad’s stare as I go by their hammock to give Tuk what I promised. After that I leave quickly, I don’t want to talk to them. They don’t know about my life now and they never will. Just a couple of more night and I’ll drop this stupid extra chores thing.

Tuk WAS 5…Now she was 6. I taught her a lot in the span of that one year except now, she feels like she conquered the world. Which I can admit is very cute! She’s been begging to ride my Ikran for MONTHS. Today I might just given in! She did so well during her practices and she’s managing everything perfectly. “Okkkk…fine. BUT you must know how they work and you need to remain calm ok? And hold onto me extra tight.” I explain to her that and more until it was time to ride it. “Hold on Tuk ok? Just like we promised!” We were doing just great flying, that was until my Ikran decided to do this small crazy scary drop I taught it a couple of months ago, this wasn’t supposed to happen. “AHHHH! Get me off Y/n this isn’t fun! Please!” I was already on it. I agree, this wasn’t fun to do with her, that should not have happened. “I’m so sorry Tuk, that wasn’t supposed to happen I didn’t mean for it to happen! It was just supposed to be a normal fly. Shhh sunshine, I got you. I’ll protect you. Remember?” Tuk’s crying calms down but that doesn’t mean dad didn’t hear it. He walked in as soon as she stopped, perfect. (sarcastically ofc) “Ok sunshine, go play outside for a bit ok?” Tuk is very hesitant until father grows impatient and give her a “Go Tuk. Now.” I give her a smile, knowing exactly what’s about to happen.

“I- it was just a short fly and a small drop I swear Sir she just got frightened, I calmed her down ok? She’s fine-“ he cuts me off AGAIN. “Small drop? Y/n I saw you. (It was a small drop, just happened out of nowhere and nowwww he wants to exaggerate it) You seriously flew an Ikran with her? she’s six. Of course she’s going to be scared?! Why would you be stupid enough to take her? To force her? It’s not ok. So whatever stupid training thing you two are on. It comes to an end. NOW!” He can not be serious. He’s acting irrationally now. Frustration takes over my patience. “Excuse me? You will not yell at ME. For training her the way she should be. She ASKED to go on the Ikran and I agreed. You didn’t even know she could do the things she’s done. She’s the greatest in her age division and you know what? I actually teach her the way it should be taught. Not like some soldier.” Anger was erupting in him. I can see it. “I will yell at you. You’re training her stupidly. Those records don’t prove nothing. You’ll make her weak and reckless just like you just did with her. I am the parent. You are the emergency call.” Words sliced deep. But it sounds like he’s telling me I can’t train her anymore and I’m not letting that happen so I’ll argue as much as I have to. “Who are you to criticize me? What have you done for her? Do not use the fact that you’re a parent against me. She’s as strong as she can be. She’s quick and smart. You’d know that if you were smart and actually cared. You are wrong. You will not tell me I can’t train her while you do whatever it is that you do. You can’t even spend more than full two days with her. You are the shittest father of pandora.” He shoves me into the wall like I was nothing. I lose my breath by how hard he shoved me. “Do not speak to me like that. I don’t know what type of ‘I can do anything’ journey you’re on but it stops now. You’ve never seen death, or had a world be cold towards you. So stop it.” I laugh. I laugh it all as confusion is written on his face “you really don’t know anything about me.” I push the hand he had a hold on me with and continue “I’ve had death held at my hands. I’ve had the only thing that actually cared for me AS A CHILD die, in my own fucking hands. Blood covered my hands. While I saw the only man I consider a father die. Rey’akana taught me everything YOU should’ve already done. You have never been there for me my entire life. I’ve handled everything you have given me, perfectly. Every pathetic attitude you threw and every order. So take it to someone else now.” He took a moment to answer, contemplating his next words. “Life isn’t fair sometimes Y/n ok? Get over it. He died for a reason, maybe he even died because of you. Ever considered that you distracted him? It’s was your fault. His fault.” He stabbed into me and I didn’t even see it coming. He wanted to make it clear I wasn’t going to be the reason Tuk would get hurt, he was going about it and in all the wrong ways. He let his frustration get in the way. So I shoved him back “you didn’t even know the warriors you fought with. With the way you’re going about this, I’ll see you in hell.” He looks to me like…like I was the one wrong. He put his hands on me first. He yelled at me first. He lost his ways, first. Now he thinks he’s going to bring this to an end. “You will not watch Tuk anymore. You are clearly a mess. You can’t do anything on your own. You’ll distract her too. She could’ve died because of you. You’ll be in hell for a good long time before I show up.” He’s using her against me. I don’t care what he says, I hold zero mercy. “I don’t mind waiting. If your going to take Tuk away from me…then you better bury me deep. Because when I come back, I’ll come for you first!” He didn’t hold mercy either “you need something to hit you, and hit you good too. Your not listening.” He threw a glass handle by my head. However I saw Tuk walk in at the same time it happening….

💞! Cliffhanger !🤭

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beetleisblue · 10 months

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Tickle Monster

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Well, here goes my first attempt at a posted the owl house fic-

Summary: Amity overworks herself and gets into a grumpy mood, but her girlfriend knows what to do to get her

out of her head >:]

Characters: lee!amity ler!Luz

Warnings: this is a sfw tickle fic! If that’s something you don’t vibe with, you’re free to not read! :]

Everyone that WANTS to read here?

Okay! On with the show!

It wasn’t unlike amity Blight to overwork herself.

It was quite the regularity, actually.

And usually, her brother and sister could always found some way to distract her with their silly antics.

Not this time, though.

No prank, joke, or ruffling of her purple hair could make her crack a single smile.

How come? She couldn’t tell you. It was one of those days where she just sat at her desk and studied for no reason other than fear.

Fear for being anything less than perfection personified.

She had to, for her mother.

But what’s worse? She wasn’t even absorbing information. She was quite literally just staring at paragraphs with dreary eyes.

“Ugh.”

She smacked her head into the textbook.

There was a knock at the door.

She grumbled off to go open it.

“Titan, can’t I just be left alone?”

She mumbled to herself as she creaked the door open.

“Oh! Luz..”

Amity cocked her head to the side.

“What’s up?”

The beaming human looked up at her witch girlfriend.

“Two little birdies told me you needed some cheering up!”

She gave the witch cheesy finger guns.

Amity looked away, but still opened the door enough for Luz to walk in.

Edric and Emira. They had just to say something.

“So.. mind telling me why you’re so grumpy, hermosa?” Luz asked, a hint of playfulness in her question. It wasn’t to downplay her girlfriend’s emotions, but she found this tone always got her girl to giggle.

But again, not this time. Not even a smile.

This caused Luz to frown slightly out of worry.

“Amity.. what’s wrong?”

Amity just sighed.

“I.. dunno. Everything’s too this, but it’s also too that, and I can’t study because I can’t concentrate, and.. and..”

She stopped, tears welling up in her eyes and threatening to trickle down her face.

“And I don’t know what to do..”

The tears were pouring down her cheeks big time now, and Amity’s face was red out of embarrassment from crying.

Luz pulled her into a hug, rubbing her back and comforting her with soft nicknames and sweet nothings.

Amity sniffled and closed her eyes, nuzzling into Luz’s shoulder.

This felt so good..

And the witch knew she was starting to feel better..

But there wasn’t a smile on her face yet,

And until there was, Luz wasn’t gonna stop.

Amity sat in the humans lap, looking up at her with sad, tired eyes.

“Cmon, baby, can’t you give me just one little smile..?” Luz whimpered, gently stroking the witch’s cheek.

Amity just looked to the side, shivering slightly from Luz’s tickly touch.

And that gives her girlfriend an idea.

“Ohhh I see.. maybe I can’t cheer you up right now.. but I think I know who can!~”

At first Amity is confused, raising an eyebrow and asking “who?”

Then she sees Luz wiggle her fingers.

“W-Wait! Luz!!”

She tried to get out of her human’s lap, wiggling about in the process.

Luz only smirks.

“Rawr! I’m not Luz! I’m the-“

There was a small squeak from amity as she’s grabbed gently and placed on her back.

“Wah-!

“..tickle monster!! Tickletickletickle~”

She began to swipe and gently dig into Amity’s belly.

“NOHOHO-!”

Aaand just like that, Amitys smile was back on her face,

More than that though, cute little giggles poured out along with it.

“L-LUHUHUZ!”

“I tooooold you silly, I’m not Luz! I’m the tickle monster!! And I’m gonna get you here,”

She poked a random spot on Amitys belly.

“..and there!”

Another squeeze.

“And EVERYWHERE!!”

Using both of her hands, she dug her thumbs into the purple haired witch’s sides, earning a squeal to escape from the girl’s lips.

Luz even began to chuckle herself, seeing her awesome girlfriend all smiley and giggly again..

And watching that sad look melt away, leaving only a sweet curve that met the lips of someone she loved so, so much..

Titan, now she was smiling like a dope.

After A few minutes more of tickled-induced giggles, Amity found she wasn’t so sad anymore.

She was still tired.

Titan, was she tired.

But upset? No.

She curled up onto Luz’s chest, whom of which was smirking contently.

Amity was all better now, and it was all thanks to the tickle monster.

#lumity #sfw tickling community #lee!amity #the owl house tickle #tickle fluff

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altontowersfireworks · 8 months

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"Mister Sprinkles"

WARNING: THE OC LORE AHEAD HAS MENTIONS OF DEATH AND JUST SPOOKY AND DARK STUFF IN GENERAL, IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE TO THIS KIND OF TOPIC OR ANYTHING ALIKE, DO NOT READ.

"So what is the story of the weird cake dude that is always by your side like a guard, cmon, tell us!"

The cake deity sighed "Ah shit, here we go again. Mary, just tell them the story of how we met, it's no big deal."

"Alright, alright, however this might step into 'Serious Shit' territory so you guys better stay civil during this...

Here we go...

So, my birthdays had always something to talk about.

For a bit of context, you see, my family was a mix between a typical family and a magical family, so a good amount of the family knew about magics and spells.

My mother didn't tell me about most of that during a small part of my childhood until i was like 8 despite the fact that i understood the stuff, i don't know really of why, i assume she was just worried i could end up making a wrong spell or that i just wasn't ready.

Funnily enough, one of my aunts decided that a day before my 6th birthday it was good enough to gift me a simple magic making kit that had labeled in a sparkly colored tag 'My First Best Buddy'.

My mom shot a 'just why' look at my aunt, however soon-to-be-6 year old me was quite excited about it, while i cheerily kept thanking her.

The materials seemed the usual basic magic crystals or elements here an there that were child safe of course and had its step-by-step recipe and instructions.

I don't remember the recipe or most of the instructions except for the last line.

'Wish, either out loud or in your head what you want your best buddy to look like and be like, it can be a powerful dragon that can take you anywhere, a monster that can help you fight those night scares or anything else you can think of!'

Kid me wished in her mind, i was a sweet tooth...and i'm still one, keep that in mind.

I wished in my mind a creature that would be a cake creature, with different colorful sprinkles, flavors and candles and that would always have a birthday and celebration spirit ready to be there to party, play with me and cheer me up if i was sad.

The mixture began to glow and turn into a fine dust, before fading away.

Kid me was quite confused at first but then guessed it had worked, she just had to wait.

Hours later, she was woken up at around 6 AM by a voice, a squeaky yet excited voice that whispered...

"Hey, Hey Mary, it's your birthday! Come On, it's your birthday!"

I opened my eyes, only to see it was the buddy i always had thought of, Mister Sprinkles.

I hopped off my bed and gave a big hug to the tall, colorful creature that was from now on my best buddy, i cheerily ran downstairs with Mister Sprinkles following and exclaimed to my mom, who was making a special breakfast for my special day...

"MOM! MOM! MISTER SPRINKLES IS REAL!"

and my mom replied, not turning around

"Oh...um, that's good honey! Happy Birthday my sweet daughter, i got some delicious fudge cake waiting for you!"

When she turned around to serve, she almost drops the plate onto the floor.

I was not kidding, Mister Sprinkles was indeed in there and everyone could definitely see him.

I swear my mom turned almost pale when she saw him, Mister Sprinkles was like...

"Um...Ma'am? Are you alright?"

She quickly recomposed herself and just rapidly served the fudge to me and a bit for Mister Sprinkles, gave me a kiss on the cheek and then grabbed her phone to go to another room to, you guessed it, scream at the aunt that gifted me the kit.

My mom kept panicking and told her 'WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!', 'THIS IS UNBELIEVABLE!', a lot of shocked blabber, my aunt wasn't surprised and she was quite smug about it too, my mom just sighed, told her 'you know what, i give up, see you today at the party!' and then closed the call.

I was trying not to giggle, it felt like watching those cheesy drama shows while you eat something but with a hint of awkward embarrassment.

I finished my breakfast and so did my new best buddy, fast forward it was time for the birthday party, i had invited my friends and of course my mom had to invite my cousins, when i grumpily asked her why, she just said 'because they are family, come on, don't be so grumpy!' and that meant having to deal with the few who were bratty, unless their parents made an effort to control them.

Little did i know, from that birthday on, things took a twist.

It was nearly time for it to begin, Mister Sprinkles was there with me and complimented my costume...

"You look wonderful, i wish i could have my own, wait, i can have my own so we can match together!"

and proceeded to morph into a fairy-like cake monster with sprinkles and sparking candles, i was amazed and i absolutely loved it.

The party was going fine until it was snack time, one of my cousins began to scream and yell because they were hoarding a plate of cookies, squealing...

"NO!! MINE!! ITS MINE!!"

His mom didn't even bother other than a scream of 'Just Stop or you are grounded' and kept looking at her phone, taking pictures of whatever or probably talking to someone.

My mom, of course, stepped in and took the plate of cookies from my cousin, which caused him to get angry and his face turned red like a tomato before he began to cry and scream, i was quite annoyed and i looked at Mister Sprinkles, he looked at the spoiled child with a slightly angry look and said to me...

"That kid has no manners, no one shall ruin your special day like this, let me take care of that!"

I had no time to respond and he turned invisible, weirdly enough i was the only one who could still see him through the small reflections of the metallic or shiny decorations.

I could see him go near my cousin and just...stared at him, with the difference that his one eye began to glow a bright, fiery red, like the ember that lights up candles and the sparky tubes in his head began to spark up in a very intense manner.

My cousin turned around and looked at him with his grumpy stare, he yelled and ran away to hug his mom, who was still there in her chair, she stopped looking at her phone to hug her bratty child back.

Mister Sprinkles scuttled away next to me and returned to normal, no one batting an eye.

When the mother of my cousin, AKA another one of my aunts asked what happened to my mom, she just said that he was hoarding a plate of cookies and that he wouldn't let the others get at least one cookie, of course my aunt was angry and she just said 'He is just a baby, he doesn't know better!'.

Ugh, i have heard that excuse many times so moms could let her kids misbehave without a care in the world, so i wasn't shocked nor was my mom but i still felt kinda upset, so she just gave my cousin, still in tears and dripping snot, his own bag of cookies so there wasn't a scene.

I looked at Mister Sprinkles and whispered...

"I'm glad you stopped him but...what was that?"

Mister Sprinkles, replied joyfully...

"Just what i do when a party needs some rescue!"

I just smiled and said 'That was so cool, thank you!!', kid me still felt some sort of satisfaction about it but still felt something was off deep inside.

It was time for the birthday cake, i sat at the front while my friends and cousins were gathered all around me, my cake glowed with six, pastel candles that were slowly melting away, waiting to be requested a wish upon.

The birthday song was, well, cheered all around while some relatives took pictures or recorded the event.

It was my special day, i thought NOTHING could ruin that specific birthday...

When the song ended and it was time to blow the candles, i was about to throw a breeze into my candles with a wish in mind but the same bratty cousin from before decided to blow the candles, tongue sticking out with drops of saliva wetting a small part of the frosting.

My world fell, something went down inside my head, kid me was filled with many negative emotions.

Mister Sprinkles looked at me with worry, giving me a hug while i exploded in tears while some relatives just said 'Awww!' or even laughed, they LAUGHED at my feelings, average birthday tragedy reaction when its not your day i guess.

My mom followed Mister Sprinkles to comfort me as well, he looked at me and said...

"Don't worry, its okay to be upset, buddy. There is going to be a way to solve this."

I sniffed with tears still flowing down onto my princess dress and said...

"What if...there is no way to?"

Mister Sprinkles looked at me with a sight of hope, saying...

"There will be a way, don't worry. I will take care of that, no one can ruin the day you always wait for."

Mister Sprinkles thanked my mother for the party, while she brought me back onto the table telling me it was going to be okay.

I felt a bit less miserable, while i was served a slice of cake by my mother who sat by my side.

Mister Sprinkles lowered down his head, before telling me...

"Hey, you can make a wish here! Happy Birthday!"

and there were exactly six candles in his head, all with the same colors of the slightly ruined cake i had been waiting for.

I lightened up and blew all the candles out and made my wish, he rose back and the candles morphed back into more candles, he had a very joyful expression.

The relatives who saw it happen said their cheesy 'Awwws!' and 'How Cute!' and took their pictures.

I felt far more better and happy, however i was still slightly bitter about the incident.

I ate a few snacks and of course the slice of the cake i was served, Mister Sprinkles ate with me, it was quite delicious!

Mister Sprinkles stood from his seat, turning invisible once more.

He whispered to me...

"Hey, i will be back in a second!"

In the span of a minute, i could see his presence once more in one of the reflections of a metallic pink party hat, near the cousin who had mostly ruined my day.

He was chewing on some cake, the cake he had claimed like a brat.

Mister Sprinkles did the same, odd stare, with the difference that his expression was quite angry.

In seconds, my cousin began to choke on the cake he was chewing on, muffled squeals and coughs coming from him, some relatives began to panic trying to save him, while his mother screeched in horror.

Mister Sprinkles scuttled back once more next to me, turning visible once more in panic.

My cousin's face was turning blue, one of my relatives screamed that an ambulance was on its way while another relative tried to push out the cake he was choking on.

I just looked in shock, Mister Sprinkles felt the same and had that face of 'what the fuck, i wasn't expecting that to actually work-'

When the ambulance arrived and carried my cousin to the nearest ER, his now horrified and in tears mom and a few relatives quickly apologized before rapidly leaving, a few guests remained from there.

I was still shocked and something began to feel quite strange, what happened?

It was hard to pretend nothing happened and tried my best to stay happy when i opened my gifts and until the party ended.

That night i went to bed quite scared, Mister Sprinkles tried to read me a bedtime story, that made me feel better.

The next morning, when i went downstairs with my best buddy, my mom was on a call with a concerned expression...

"Mhm, alright, i am genuinely sorry to hear that and i am sending my condolences, okay, see you."

I asked her who was it and she answered...

"Your cousin was pronounced dead at the hospital, i will leave you with a babysitter while i go to his funeral to leave some flowers, please behave, i left you some breakfast, mommy loves you."

and she gave me a kiss on the cheek and got out of the house

That was a very strange and cold day, my life was definitely taking a new direction.

The rest of my days went just as normal, my mom is fine, don't worry.

I realized a cycle began to form, whenever it was my birthday and if someone was trying to ruin or sabotage it, something would happen to them, ranging from a single foot-trip to bad luck, pestilence, vermin and even death, depending on how severe the deed was, i got quite used to it and i should be glad that no one suspected it was him or at least thought my whole house was haunted.

Luckily he can see the difference between something done on purpose and something that happened on accident. Being spoiled on my birthday and making it about yourself? BOOM YOUR TOYS ARE GONE. Spilled drink, genuinely sorry because it was an accident and you didn't mean it? Don't worry, it's fine, that can be cleaned! Even Mister Sprinkles can clean it for you so you don't have to worry! Seriously though, if it was something on genuine accident you won't be harmed, killed or sent misfortune in some way.

Besides that, Mister Sprinkles and I know each other very well and are still best buddies to this day! He has quite saved my ass from being in trouble or danger and sometimes we do things for shits and giggles.

I still wonder what was in that kit or what happened for him to earn such powers, i'm guessing the wishing thing REALLY did make them gain quite the personalized powers.

I haven't seen the aunt who gifted me the kit many times since, a few family rumors said something along the lines of 'Demons' and 'Gods' and that is what made her go low contact with many other members of my family, including me.

Anyway, haha, i guess that concludes the backstory of the birthday demon god i made and summoned when i was like six years old and has been with me since, lmao.

If you guys have any questions just tell me when we reach my home to make this drive...less awkward."

Her friends in the backseat looked in complete awe, comprehending what they just had heard, one of the friends spat out...

"...holy shit."

#nyan's oc stuff #death #death cw

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oriigirii · 3 years

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💞 MC is a Genshin Simp 💞

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{ AN: Omg! This is my first ask so thank you anon (๑ↀᆺↀ๑)/!! This is such a vibe too haha, I hope you like it! } Warnings: None [Maybe Refs and Chars you wont get if you dont play Genshin Impact] * Probably a bit OOC too *

Reader: Gender-Neutral [Default]

( ⓛ ω ⓛ *)

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< Genshin Impact was a game that took the human realm by storm, with its open-world gameplay, its competitive PvE and aesthatic settings, it was truly something that captured you the moment the beta was announced. Although, as with any Gacha games, you weren’t only attracted to the world and its setting.

No no.

The characters were truly the main eye candy of the game. You’d been worried that when you had been sucked into Devildom, you wouldn’t be able to access the game due to, yknow, realm differences, but luckily that wasn’t the case thanks to Levi, and hence why the moment it dropped, you had been spending your life savings simping for characters on every banner.

Yknow theres handsome bois in devildom too... Theyre just kinda waiting for you to put your game down for a moment and kinda notice em ～((Φ◇Φ)‡ >

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ฅ⁽͑ ˚̀ ˙̭ ˚́ ⁾̉ฅ Lucifer

He usually doesn’t mind you playing games

Although, He would’ve preferred if you didn’t cause you kinda need to focus on your studies yknow?

But hey he’s not stopping you

Usually you would stay with him as he works, but he can’t seem to focus with you constantly begging beside him

Small little ‘please’ would be heard every now and then, and a sudden look of disappointment would show on your face.

He tried to ignore it, even giving little cues for you to quiet down, like clearing his throat

You didnt seem to pick up the hint though

He was just about to ask you what you were doing in the first place that has you praying beside him (which is hella rude) but your scream of happiness has him a little more irked and kinda taken back

“LUCIFER! I GOT HIM! LOOK LOOK I GOT HIM!”

You show him the screen showing your pull results

The character held a giant claymore with bright red hair

Before he can get another word in, you snatch your phone back and just sigh as if youd just had a heavenly (ironic) experience and mumble

“I seriously love him, Im so happy...”

Bro same though, Diluc pls come home

You were truly one of a kind, because youve just managed to break the Avatar of Pride’s... well.... Pride.

Did he just get cucked by a man in a video game?

Truly outrageous.

He seems to scoff and holds back a bit of an eye roll as he tries to focus back on his work

But boy oh boy, his salt is high

“If you are going to be causing a ruckus MC, May i suggest you doing it with Levi instead, I have no time for such games. I dont see why youre so caught up in such a character anyways, he looks quite basic.”

His words were sharp, and that was enough to shake you out of your fangirl/boy mode.

You were literally ready to fight the first born, a literal fucking fallen angel, for dissing Diluc like that

how dare

But then you notice how he seems to avoid your gaze and a small little red tint was on the tip of his ears.

Lucifer wouldve wanted to see you that happy with him, but no, a game character steals that spotlight.

Angey.

Instead of being intimidated by the sudden coldness, you giggle and finally close your phone and set it aside

You can continue celebrating and bragging about it later, for now, you wrap your arms around his arm and give him a small smooch on the cheek, which definitely makes him blush a tad bit

“Awww Luci dont be like that, Yknow I love you more”

Potential apocalypse has been diverted

But Lucifer does smile the smallest of smiles as he sighs, finding it silly to really get jealous over such a small thing and says

“I love you too, my dear... but you do have to make up for distracting me from my work...”

Well you kinda deserve it, so it wasnt long before both his work and your phone had been ditched

( After a while you do kinda see him quite similar to Diluc and it just makes you smile everytime you think about it, seems you have a thing for the strict cold men huh?)

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Σ(‘◉⌓◉’) Mammon

Why you simping for a fictional character when you already have him?!

He’s your first man!

Your homie!

“Yeah well hes my first 5* so can you blame me?”

S A D N E S S

But for real, this man is just so clingy

He has heard from Levi that you were playing a new game from the human world, and of course, he had wanted to see what it was about by watching you play.

But since it was quite grind-heavy gacha game, he grew a bit bored and asked you to come with him to hang out somewhere else, or even go to the casino and gamble his money away cause he just got goldie back

But no matter what he suggests, you were just so focused on your grinding.

He’d prefer a different kinda grinding right about now with how lonely he is, ya feel me?

But no, you still werent interested.

“Oi! Cmon MC, whats even so important about this?”

“I already told you Mammon, Im grinding for primogems from the event! Theyre gonna be gone soon and I just HAVE to get them! Ugh I swear to Diavolo, if I dont, Imma cry! I didnt get him on their first banner too... ugh!”

Wait no--

Cmon he doesnt want you to cry!

Mammon kinda stays silent for a bit as he watches you struggle to fight the monsters with your low level team, frustration growing on your face.

But as you finish, Mammon seems to snatch your phone

“Hey! whats the big deal Mammon?!”

“Shut up and show me where the store is geez”

Mammon’s demands kinda surprises you and you raise an eyebrow at him, but you do show where it was, and sit back for a while as Mammon just fiddles around with it. You werent sure what he was doing honestly, was he interested? Did you say anything that made him act this way? All you talked about the game was the gacha system so--

oh…

“Mammon! Wait you dont have to---”

��There! I got you as much primo things, or whatever theyre called”

He already has tossed you your phone back and he crossed his arms, looking away as the red blush covers most of his cheeks.

You look at your phone and you honestly felt your heart speed up and stop at the same time at the amount of primos on your account, it was enough for a full 180 pull! If you dont get the limited character on the first 50-50, you have another shot!

You felt your own heart speed up and your face burn so hard, but you do mumble him a quick “But... But why though?”

“Cuz! If you start cryin’ Lucifer’s gonna beat my ass! Dont think I did it for you, you human! I just dont want him taking away Goldie again!”

“But I thought this was your gambling money, isnt it?”

“w-well!... I mean... Hmph.. Gachas kinda like gambling right?, I know Lucifers gonna hang me if he catches me in the casino again anyways, so I thought I might as well just do this... with you...or whatever...” Hes dying, help

But so are you!

Hes too fucking cute and you just glomp him and just hug him as tight as you can!!

Flusterred boi 100

But you do spend you afternoon on his lap, both of you rolling the full 180 in excitement, whether you get that boi/gal you simped for on the banner or not, you still were happy to spend some time with Mammon

He doesnt mind losing a bit of cash for you

but you do promise to pay him back (maybe with a few kissy)

But to be honest, Gacha probably will help him with his gambling addiction...

kinda...

He doesnt go to casinos anymore but he does whale with you now

Lucifer has such a mix feeling with these results.

But he still confiscates Goldie and your card on the end, yall need to chill.

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ヽ(。_°)ノ Leviathan

He probably wasn’t even interested on the game at first

He already has enough games to play, and it just looks like another rip off of some other game he saw not too long ago with that elf looking guy

But when you came to him asking for his help to get the game, you bet your ass that he felt a switch click

Suddenly it was incredibly interesting!

You do share your interests to him almost immediately

By interests, of course i mean the peeps you simp for

The sexy ara ara in the library of mondstat, the pirate looking ass of the guards, the pirate looking ass’s brother thats a wine owner and still highkey reminds you of Lucifer, the demon slayer--- You were actually unsure if you should talk about Xiao but hey hes cool

You explain it all!

From their lore to their voice lines and whatever

But honestly what do you expect from the Avatar of Envy?

Of course hes gonna be a bit jealous! He cant compare to any of these characters! Hes not as witty as that eye patch man, hes not as sophisticated as that red head, hes not as flirty as that ara ara either!

As you go on, you notice that Levi was kinda... half listening....

It made you pout, but then, it made you worried

Uh-oh you know that look

its that, ‘im overthinking’ look

So to snap him out of it, you kinda grab his face as gently as you can

“Need Grimm for your thoughts?”

He flushes and he immediately looks away, but you usher him to look at you as you coo and ask him whats wrong

It takes a bit till he kinda explains to you how hes feeling

In your relationship, you both were practicing being more open with each other, hence why you were proud of Levi for saying it

but you did feel kinda sad and frowned as he finishes explaining

“You... feel jealous?”

“Ugh d-dont say it out loud normie....”

He covers his face with his arm and you just cant help but shake your head with a fond smile, but you do need to address this and comfort him.

“Levi... when you fanboy about Ruri chan, did you ever think she was better than me?”

Your question made him frown and look at you in absolute worry

Did you actually think that you were below Ruri chan?

Of course hes an absolute simp for Ruri but.. cmon

Now that he thinks about it, he does talk about her a lot doesnt he? oh no...

“MC O-Of course not! I love Ruri chan yes, but you... I... I Love... you more...” Levi exe do be dying

But you smile at his response and gently kisses his cheek

“I think thats sweet Levi... But thats how I am too... Youre still better than any of these characters, youre real and they arent, youre mine and I am yours~ Youre my personal 5 star!” You wink at him and Levi just dips

his heart couldnt handle the cuteness and he died, ladies and gentlemen

but for real he did pass out

Must be from all the blood on his head from the blush

But ah, he does get it, and after being showered with love from you, He kinda slowly got over his jealousy

its not immediate but with simple reassurances, you can manage to reel him in and have fun with you

He does end up enjoying the game cause he gets to spend time with you, and he gets to show off when events happen

He also goes out of his way to memorize locations for materials for you, and when youre sick or busy, he pilots your account

true gamer

But ironically enough hed probably start simping for a character too and of course, you both start bonding over that, which just makes Levi absolutely happy

I wonder if hed simp for Barbara, she is an idol afterall like Ruri chan

Probably lowkey for now

Afterall she looks like a minor so-----

( I dunno i searched shes 16-18 lol )

But regardless, I can imagine you both just cosplaying each others fav characters too

Its a wack looking ship cosplay but yall just simp for each other cause of it, its pretty fun but the rest of the brothers just finds it hella weird

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I only have energy for these 3 as always, Im sorry! But i promise Ill do the rest!! I hope you guys do enjoy, and Id love some feedback on the characters personalities cause I know they can be a bit Ooc, But feel free to send me an ask! Im pretty open lol 〜(￣△￣〜)

#Obey me #Obey me x reader #Obey me x mc #Obey me shall we date #obey me Mammon x reader #Obey me Lucifer x reader #Obey me Leviathan x reader #Obey me fanfic #Obey me HCs #anon request

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ssamie · 3 years

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eight. i’m calling the police

oikawa tooru x fem langa!reader

(hq x sk8 the infinity)

warnings: spelling mistakes, swearing, 2k+ words, adam, u have langa’s blue hair sorry

gen masterlist. “snow” masterlist.

"we're sorry!" the three boys exclaimed

"why are you sorry?" she asked in confusion as she stared down at them with furrowed brows "it wasn't your faults, oikawa-san, matsukawa-kun and hanamaki-kun." she reassured them "and you've been apologising the whole day.. its not like you need to anyways"

"no, we still feel guilty" hanamaki chuckled "since it was our idea in the first place"

"well i was the one who skated so its fine. you don't need to apologise" she smiled at them

"but you're so sad!" oikawa groaned out dramatically "you look so heartbroken!"

"im really not" she sweatdropped

"will you forgive us if we kneel down?" they asked "we already are, just in case!" y/n sweat dropped as she peered down at their grovelling forms and shook her head. "please don't kneel for me" she said

"its fine. i think i'll manage a few days without it" she said

"so why's your eyes all puffy?" iwaizumi deadpanned

"i cried" she replied with a straight face

"i see." iwaizumi hummed.

"hey, y/n-senpai!" kindaichi called out from the gym. "i think this is yours!" she looked up at him with a look of confusion ran over to where he stood. "what is it?" she asked

"its your skateboard." kindaichi replied "it's in the gym for some reason" he said. y/n's eyes sparkled as she picked it up and hugged it to her chest. "wow! did you get it back?" she asked him

"ah no.. it was just there when we entered the gym. kunimi found it" he said as he pointed towards kunimi who was too busy looking at his phone

"thank you!" she beamed at them

"no problem. maybe the teacher decided to give it back" he said

she grinned and happily inspected it for damage just in case. though her smile quickly fell as her eyes trained themselves on a card plastered across the snow monster design's face. she plucked it off and wearily read over the neat letters written in gold ink.

"you'll need this for later.. " she read with furrowed brows

she flipped the card over and paled as she saw the name that was signed. "love, adam" she shuddered

"who's adam?" oikawa asked as he peered over her shoulder to read the card

"um. he's-" she was cut off by the gym lights suddenly shutting off, causing her to jump in surprise. "what happened?" she asked oikawa, who shrugged in response and held her closer to him

"my eve~" a voice cooed, accompanied by what seems like a sigh of delight and pleasure

she shivered and subconsciously backed up into oikawa's chest as she recognized the voice. "hey, what's wrong? you know that creep?" oikawa asked with a frown

"its adam." she said

everyone watched in confusion as the mysterious man entered the gym in an unnecessarily dramatic way. a red carpet rolled from the outside until the spot where y/n stood, and the gym lights turned on but were dimmed.

"i hope you like my little gift" adam cooed as he skated towards her with a grin "you'll need i for what i have in store, as stated in my letter" he said

y/n didn't answer but simply looked at him with a grimace, silently praying to whatever god out there that he just trips and dies or something.

"though i have another gift for you, SNOW" he cooed as he came to a halt before her. adam grinned as he pulled out a huge bouquet of roses "these flowers are red, which symbolise one thing.." he said

"passionate love" adam cooed as he held it before her, making the petals fly around and making her hair sway.

oikawa blinked once, and twice. he looked at the masked man in both fear and ick. just who the hell as he, anyways? "hey-what the?! aren't you like thirty?!" oikawa accidentally blurted out as he pulled y/n away

adam simply ignored the brunette and kept his eyes trained on the girl. he waited patiently for her to accept the flowers.

y/n pursed her lips and reluctantly took it from him. "thanks." she said.

"you're accepting that??" oikawa groaned out as he looked at her in dread and confusion.

she shrugged and gently placed the bouquet on a random bench. "adam--" she cut herself off with a squeak as she felt his hands gently grip her waist and pull her closer

"come to this location i picked out." he whispered into her ear as he handed her another card. y/n stiffly nodded and quickly snatched the card from him, wanting nothing more than to get out of that situation.

"amazing!" adam exclaimed as he, finally, pulled away from her. "you never fail to entertain me, SNOW." he grinned "i knew coming here will be worth my while" he chuckled.

"ah. right.." she muttered as she looked at him weirdly "wait, did you follow me?" she asked with a raised brow as the realisation finally dawned upon her.

"other factors do not matter, my eve" adam mused as he took her hand in his and grabbed her hip with his other. "meet me later and let us dance like old times, okay?" he cooed with a smirk

she looked away in discomfort and reluctantly nodded her head. "right.." she mumbled

the boys, who were standing right there to witness the whole thing, looked at each other with a look that embodied the term 'what the fuck' and mentally agreed to step up and help her.

"excuse me." iwaizumi cleared his throat, making adam side eye him with a look of disinterest

"who are you and what are you doing with y/n?" he asked as he placed his hand on y/n's shoulder to try and pull her free from his grasp. "let go" oikawa said with a scowl as he pried adam's hands off her

"who are these nuisances, my eve?" adam asked her as he completely ignored their presence. "i thought i've already gotten rid of that redhead, and yet new names will be added into the list" adam hummed with a smile

y/n gulped as she took note of the faint hostility behind his tone. "they're my friends." she said as she backed away from him and into oikawa’s arms once again

"i'll meet you for a beef later but that's all" she said as she turned away from him "after that, please leave, adam." she requested with a sigh as she picked up the bouquet and her bag

she gathered the boys and pushed them all out of the gym, quickly ushering them to run off along with her. she looked back one last time, only to be met with adam's eyes which seemed to be comically glowing red under his mask, paired with a grin

she gulped and set him a curt nod. "bye" she said

"goodbye, my eve" adam cooed as he watched her run off to the boys

"hey hey! what the hell was that?!" oikawa exclaimed as he hugged y/n tightly in his arms "that creepy mask man came out of nowhere!" he said "and why'd he start touching you?"

"yeah, who was that?" iwaizumi asked her

"his name is adam, or atleast that's what we call him" she replied "he's just like that, don't mind him"

"uh no, i think i'm gonna mind him, thanks very much" oikawa scoffed "what did you mean when you asked if he followed you?" he asked with furrowed brows

"oh.. well there's no other way he would've known i was here" she replied as she leaned back against his chest

"also, oikawa-san.." she trailed off

"yeah?" he hummed

"why are you still holding me?"

oikawa blinked and slowly retracted his arms with a hint of reluctance. "haha, sorry" he chuckled

"why does he call you eve?" matsukawa sweat dropped. "it has something to do with his name. adam, and eve.. like lovers" she answered with a look of distaste

"..."

iwaizumi let out a sigh before pulling out his phone and dialling a number. "im calling the police." he said

"ah, don't do that" she waved her hands dismissively "i don't think that'll do much anyways"

"well, he's clearly sick in the head so maybe they'll take him somewhere else other than jail" matsukawa mused. "ya know.." hanamaki chimed in "like the psych ward or something"

"well when you put it like that.." y/n sweat dropped

oikawa had a frown on his lips as they chatted. he wasn't joining in like he usually would, and was simply thinking to himself. y/n side eyed him and nudged him with her shoulder. "would you like to have dinner together, oikawa-san?" she asked him

oikawa's eyes widened as his head instantly snapped over to hers "what?!" he spluttered "did you just ask me out?"

"... i asked if you wanted to have dinner" she said

oikawa bit back his tongue as he yearned to say 'that's the same thing!' but fought against it. "ah, sure!" he agreed with a grin. she smiled back and nodded. "great. i needed to stop thinking about adam" she said

"also, will you guys come with me later?" she asked them

the boys raised laughed and immediately nodded. "well, i was going to tell you not to go but.. i guess it'll be fine with us there" iwaizumi said. "yeah. if that dude does something sketchy, i'll seriously call 911" hanamaki laughed

"oh, you can't." she said. "or else you and i will get involved. the skating i do isnt really appreciated by legal forces." she chuckled nervously

"what?"

"its kind of illegal."

"...y/n.." iwaizumi trailed off with a sigh.

"no way?! cool!" oikawa exclaimed as he gave her a high five. "it is, isn't it?!" she grinned as she and oikawa laughed together

"jesus christ." iwaizumi deadpanned

"that dinner was great!" she grinned as she sent oikawa a thumbs up

"ah you're right.." he agreed with a meek laugh. "though it would've been better without them." he muttered as he sent the iwaizumi, maki, and mattsun a glare

"oh cmon captain!" hanamaki mused "you love us!" he laughed. "no i don't" oikawa huffed and crossed his arms.

"well, i love you guys" y/n interjected with an innocent smile

oikawa jumped and hastily waved his arms about. "no! no you don't!" he exclaimed. "why.. why not?" she sweat dropped

"that should be saved for a special someone!" he said "cough. me. cough."

"you're right!" y/n beamed with a grin "like reki!"

oikawa dramatically sulked, kicking rocks by his feet and muttering under his breath as a gloomy aura surrounds him. "reki this reki that. why is it always reki? hmp" he muttered bitterly to himself

iwaizumi sweat dropped and simply dragged him along "shut up, shittykawa. this is just getting sad" he said. "also, y/n where exactly are we going?" iwaizumi asked her as he looked around the dark and unsettling part of the woods they have entered

"adam said he set up a course for us tonight" she answered with a shrug as she pushed her way through random bushes "it has to be hidden but we're very close, don't worry." she reassured

"that's the problem. we're close." iwaizumi sighed. "just so you know, im still against this whole thing"

"don't worry iwaizumi-san! it'll be fun!" y/n said with a grin as she pushed through one last bush, revealing a bright light from behind.

"ah, there she is!"

y/n covered her eyes as a bright light shone against her "my eve!" adam announced followed by multiple cheers and shouts

"what the hell..?" matsukawa muttered as he looked around the abandoned looking part of the forest which was littered with skaters cheering and watching. "what the hell is this place?" she muttered as she recognised a few faces from S "is this S..?"

"my eve" adam cooed as he skated towards her "do you like it?"

"i've gathered everyone here to see you skate!" he exclaimed "everyone has missed you. but not as much as me" adam grinned as he tucked a single rose between her ear, making her shudder and warily poke at the flower.

"is reki here?" she asked with widened eyes as she looked around for a certain redhead

"that boy is not needed, is he not?" adam rebutted with a scowl "so there was no need to invite him."

her face fell at the statement and peered up at him with a frown. "don't say that about him.." she muttered

adam hummed and lit up a cigarette. "if emotions could be seen by the eye, what shapes would they be?" he mused

y/n brows furrowed as he listened to him. "i believe it will be a spring. and that spring will have different amounts of water depending on the occasion." he said "my spring is currently completely dry. because i don't have even one millimeter of interest in that.. reki..." he said with a grimace

"but you.." adam trailed off as he threw the cigar away.

he skated towards her and grinned, encaging her in a bubble her as he skates around her. "good.. you're good.." he said with a sigh of pleasure

"it flows out... it gushes out!" adam exclaimed

"that's right. the prize of this bet shall be you!" he announced as he gripped her waist and pulled her closer to him so their chest were touching "and what shall you ask for if you win, little y/n?" adam cooed as he tilted his head with a grin

y/n sheepishly looked away from him and muttered. "if i win.. you have to go back and leave me alone.." she said

adam's smile momentarily fell. he then grinned and nodded along. "what a cruel request" he mused "but if that is what you want then so be it.." he chuckled

"but that just means i have to win no matter what, right?"

y/n looked at him with dread. she didn't answer but simply turned away from him and faced the boys. "hey, i think we should leave" oikawa suggested with a nervous laugh "that guy is crazy!"

"and what's with this place? i thought for sure he'd just bring you to a skatepark or something" he said as he eyes the various skaters who were chatting along

"you'll see oikawa-san."

everyone watched in anticipation as the lights blink one by one, a buzzing sound acting as a count down for them. as the last ringing of the buzzer filled the air, both adam and y/n skated off.

"holy shit" matsukawa cursed in surprise

they had done so in immense speed and force, that they'd even left some skid marks and a trail of dust and rubble behind

"yeah! go SNOW!" "im betting on you, SNOW!!" "SNOW you better win!"

oikawa watched with widened eyes as the crowd around them cheered and hollered, shouting her alias along with some encouragement. "snow?" oikawa hummed in confusion "is that like a nickname or something?" he muttered

"yes. we like to keep our personal lives apart from our skating activities." a guy chimed in "and that includes our given names, so we make up aliases or nicknames, as you said."

oikawa looked up at the man with a mask and nervously chuckled "i see." he said "what's your name then, sir?" he asked, only to quickly correct himself "or ma'am? uh-"

"cherry." he answered

cherry looked oikawa up and down and brought his eyes up to the screen displaying y/n and adam. "also im a guy." he said with a sigh. "ah right, sorry" oikawa chuckled

"its the hair isn't it?" a new voice cooed followed by a laugh

oikawa watched as cherry sighed and irritably glare at the green haired guy that skated towards them.

"sup kid" joe greeted with a nod "i heard you came with our rookie over there" he mused as he stared up at the girl through the screen. "im joe. im a friend of hers" he said with a grin as he held his hand out for him to shake. "cherry here is too"

"oikawa tooru" oikawa said as he accepted the hand shake "im also her friend" he smiled at them

"stop talking and watch. she brought you here so you better make the most of it" cherry interrupted their conversation

"right.." oikawa nodded

"YEAH GO SNOW!" "she's speeding up!" "ADAM's totally catching up though!"

oikawa's eyes glistened in wonder and amazement as he watched her sharply turn a corner and flip her board around, using the edge to balance herself from the steep curve of the concrete.

"its here!" adam exclaimed in delight

y/n turned back with a cautious gaze as she watched in partial dread and confusion as adam does some type of dance as he skates. though she wouldn't lie, it was kid of impressive for him to keep his balance. but still..

" here, here! right in my heart!" adam exclaimed with a light squeal, continuing to dance and spin around, only making her dread what was to come next even more.

"now, little y/n.." adam cooed as he suddenly appeared behind her to grab her waist and drag her closer to him, causing their boards to bump.

"dance with me!" he said with a grin as he took her hand and maneuvered their way through the curves and turns of the course

"what the..?! that's dangerous! shouldnt this be against the rules or something?!" oikawa exclaimed as he watched the scene play out in fear

"no. there are no rules when it comes to S." cherry explained. "it may be dangerous but, the moment she agreed to the beef was her brushing off the consequences she may face."

oikawa gulped and look back up, watching on distaste as adam spreads her feet to make her lose her balance

iwaizumi, matsukawa and hanamaki's expressions were just about the same. they didn't really know what they were expecting when she brought them here but it surely wasn't this.

adam chuckled as he pushed her, making her stumble and almost fall off, only for him to catch her by the small of her back and dipping her as if it was a dance.

"okay, this is going too far.." iwaizumi muttered as they watched her expression through the screen

y/n gritted her teeth as she glared up at him, only for adam to smile at her in amusement.

"y/n.." oikawa muttered with a frown as he felt the worry build up inside of him

"we're approaching a big corner now!" adam taunted her. he intertwined their hands and grinned mischievously as he lifted her up and started spinning her around. "here we go!" he exclaimed with a laugh

it was a total contrast to her screams of pure dread and adrenaline, tightly gripping his hands so she wouldn't fall and injure herself

"this is so fun, SNOW!" adam cooed as she finally was able to place her feet back on her board, although they were still spinning

everyone watched as the camera zoomed in on them, showing her widened eyes and gritted teeth as she stared up at adam, who was smiling tauntingly at her. "oh? is something the matter?" adam cooed "please don't tell me youre scared."

it seems everyone, including adam was pleasnatly surprised as a small but noticeable smirk carved itself onto her lips. maybe it was adrenaline, but it seemed like it was out of enjoyment as well. after all, it's been a while since she's skated properly against someone.

y/n grinned as she narrower the space between them, pushing herself against him as she took turn to maneuver them against the turn

"she narrowed the turn radius to speed up" joe said as he stared up at the screen with a proud and amused smile "still the same as always"

the boys looked at him and gulped. they had no idea what was happening whatsoever, except for the fact that she can literally die or injure herself with one wrong move.

"love-love-love-lovely!" adam exclaimed with a laugh "wonderful!". y/n panted as she pulled away and finally managed to get a grip of her board once again

"he's gonna do the love hug" a new voice filled the air

the boys whipped their heads around to see a redhead rushing towards the scene with two other guys, one younger.

"love hug..?" oikawa tilted his head in confusion as he peered down at the vaguely familiar redhead. though his attention was averted back to the screen as the atmosphere seemed to have grown heavier

adam was grinning as he spun back around, spreading his arms as he looked at her through his mask. "come here.. into my arms!" adam cooed "love hug!"

"Y/N!!" reki exclaimed as he shifted anticipatingly in his place, dropping his own board in the process

as comical as it was, she somehow managed to hear his scream. maybe it was because everyone else was quiet due to suspense. but reki's voice echoed throughout the cleared out forest loud enough for her to hear.

"reki..?" y/n spluttered as she immediately jumped over adam, performing what looks to be a snowboarding trick. she stayed in the air for longer as she eyed the area she planned to land.

"YEAH! GO SNOW!" cheers erupted among the audience, filling the tense air with noise yet again.

"she did it!" reki grinned as he watched her through the screen

"reki?" oikawa mumbled with widened eyes as he looked at the redhead with a new sense of intimidation and wariness. though his eyes were quickly averted back to the scene before him. as unexpected as it was, he'd still rather focus on y/n skating rather than some kid he didn't know.

"adam's not having it." cherry sighed as he watch adam try to keep up with her speed but struggle due to the advantage she had received

"she's gonna win!" reki grinned as he watched the two skate in anticipation

and just as he had predicted, loud screeching of her board's tires were heard as she passed over the finish line. "ah-ah shit!-" she cursed as she lost her balance and toppled over, causing her to wince in pain

"ouch.." she sighed as she sat up on the ground, rubbing her head and checking her board for damage since the course was rockier than usual

"y/n-chan!" oikawa exclaimed as he, along with the three boys rushed over to her, given that the finish line was a few yards away from them. "oikawa-san!" she faced him with a grin as she opened her arms for him to drop into "i won!" she said

"i know! you were so cool!" oikawa gushed as he stared up at her in admiration

"ehem." iwaizumi cleared his throat

"oh right." oikawa muttered. "but that was really dangerous!" he scolded her, a total contrast to his reaction before. "are you injured? your hand is probably wounded with how much you skidded it against the rocks!"

she smiled sheepishly and shook her head "im fine, oikawa-san" she reassured him "my hands and feet are kind of sore but it's alright"

"also.. was reki here? i heard him" she asked as she looked around the place, trying to find the redhead

"i've lost" adam said as he stopped before her

"you.. you do remember what my request was right?" she asked him with a wary gaze. "of course, my eve" adam mused. "i'm not very happy with it, as you may know"

she looked down at her shoes and gave him a quick bow "sorry." she said "but a bet is a bet. and i won." y/n looked up at him and sent him a faint ghost of a smile. "it was fun skating with you, adam. but you have to distance yourself from me.."

adam gazed at her with pursed lips, not looking too amused about the situation, but nodded nonetheless. "im glad i've left you satisfied, my eve" he cooed as he took her hand in his and placed a quick peck onto her knuckles

the boys around her sweat dropped as they witnessed the strange and awfully uncomfortable interaction. "right well.." iwaizumi cleared his throat as he hesitantly pushed them apart. "we'll be going now." he said "this place is dangerous and you shouldn't really be making her participate in reckless things like this. do better sir."

y/n smiled at him and chuckled as he dragged her away along with the others, more that eager to leave that place.

"you're never skating ever again." iwaizumi said to break the silence

"what?! no way!" she whined "didn't you see that iwaizumi-san? it was so fun!"

"that guy was a creep and you were on the verge of dying."

"well.. it was fun though" she huffed as she realised she couldn't even disagree with his statement

"well, i think it looked fun" oikawa whispered to her with a cheeky wink, making her chuckle and suppress a smile

"anyways.." she started as they had finally reached the exit of the forest. "i asked you before but.. was reki there? i heard him" she said

"reki? well..." oikawa hesitated as he nervously looks around the place. "was he there, oikawa-san?" she asked him with an innocent smile

"he-"

"Y/N I FOUND YOU!!"

i just used the whole beef langa had w adam on ep.5 here lol </3

sorry for the spelling /grammar mistakes if there are any :>

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littlenighttales · 2 years

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The death of the Hunter and narrowly escaping the teacher made the world a slightly safer place for the children. It didn’t fix everything, though. There were still countless monsters hiding somewhere in the city, the battle against the elements, and the pulsing Black Tower in the distance. The weather was easy to enjoy for Mono and Six, both running barefoot through the streets together as rain poured down, humming a comforting tune to one another. It was fun at first- playing shamelessly in the streets, almost careless as they moved along. The longer they were in this weather, the slower Six began to move, covering her mouth as she coughed. It was barely noticeable at first, but as time passed, it grew worse.

“Cmon, let’s get inside,” Mono advised as he offered to share half of his coat, him lifting it slightly above her head so she’d have a bit more cover. Sticking so close together, they weren’t sure if it was easier or harder to move the dumpster they needed to push to get over a ledge. This would be the second time today one of these things didn’t end up being a smelly cushion for them to land inside of. A moment of separation from the coat for Mono so they could jump on a stray television, then the dumpster, then the small cliff that was the destroyed street. It was a wrong turn down an alley where Mono seemed to slip on the puddle they’d walked into, being helped up by his friend before being redirected by her. He’d found another… something. Shadow? Hallucination? Ghost? He didn’t know. Just thanked Six for helping him up before turning around again. A short walk further and they’d find shelter. A cracked door they’d squeeze through, Mono going first in case of danger. It was the back of a clothing store, clearly.

A building, run down like so many others. A bright, yellow raincoat on the floor, the ceiling above and a few feet over destroyed, letting the rain drizzle in. Mono saw an almost contained look of horror on his friend’s face before she put it on and hugged herself. His mind went back to the drawing he saw on the basement walls of the Hunter’s cabin. “I’m sorry…” she said in a low, sorrowful tone, wiping her face with a sleeve of her new attire. Mono wasn’t sure what to say. A compliment, maybe? “It looks good on you!” he assured, “you… you don’t need to be sorry!“

Six flipped over the hood carefully, unsure of if she wanted to or not. “Now we can match,” she told him in a playful response, her voice and a gentle smile both backed up with a hint of sadness. A bit of climbing through the front window, then a run down the street to a fence. Mono obliged to clear a path. All that really blocked the way was a large pallet that was easily toppled from the other side. Crawling through the garbage chute against the wall led to a hospital’s courtyard. Inescapable from this side, an easy entrance through a window on the other. A bad place to be found.

Down the hall, the two pushed the doors in together. They were heavy, the resistance suddenly popping threw Mono off his feet into an abyss, being grabbed from his ankle just in time- “Gotcha!” if Six had been even half a second slower, her friend would’ve never been seen again. Mono swore he felt his spirit leave his body for a second- not even processing what had almost happened until he realized how hard Six was hugging him. “Don’t EVER do that again!” she ordered, “I- I won’t!” he blurted out, staring upwards at the beds suspended from far above. A strange sight indeed. They were extra careful jumping across them- Six waiting with a helping hand every opportunity. The highest they could go led to a dark hall, a battery being necessarily pulled from the wall just to open the other door to the top of an elevator. This time, Six went first. A loud creak. It wasn’t safe, but it was the only way forward. Two of them tugging onto the loose vent panel managed to rip it off the wall- the elevator giving away just as Six pulled her friend inside.

The darkness, only interrupted by occasional peeks into other dimly lit rooms, was was followed until a dim light was seen at an opened vent A lone flashlight on the floor. A useful little thing for the children to collect. Mono shined the light onwards, leading on until they were interrupted. There was a shadow of another child within arms length of them. Six threw her arm up and stopped Mono, her eyes widened at it, having an instinct to run. There was nothing there, but it still cast a shadow. Mono reached out, touching it. For just a brief moment, his knees would shake. “You… saw that one?”

She nodded, silenced a bit by fear. There was no hesitation to get her on the move again, a dark series of halls eventually being interrupted by a welcomed light. Six had never been so happy to see a light before, even if it was in a place with a massive bloodstain on the floor. She chucked a soda can from a vending machine at the button to open the door, clearly wanting to keep moving. The next thing she knew, Mono was inside the television yet again. He looked hesitant. She pulled him out, full force, landing on her back with him beside her. Scooting away at the first chance was her first action. Part of her was becoming afraid of Mono, but she wouldn’t tell him that. Just keep following him, and… it would be ok. ‘Mono wouldn’t hurt me, right?’ she assured herself internally.

She had time to think of these issues alone, a necessity to separate as Mono volunteered to venture into the dark. He could tell she was scared. He was scared, too. Of the televisions, of the apparitions, and even of being alone. Fears eased of the second as he found more, piecing together what happened in his mind. The first time he returned, he didn’t need to explain to her what happened- having to beat several hands until they stopped moving while alone. He saw her breaking the fingers of one on the floor. The second time, she’d seen the legions of headless patients clamoring for him, sticking their arms through the wooden planks covering the door nearby in a futile attempt to reach him. When safety was achieved and the metal bars Mono had been trapped behind shut again, they’d finally managed to get through. They weren’t an issue, but both of them still felt safer rushing away. Two trips, two batteries. They had the means to power the elevator now.

More hands were to be battled successfully, the two only stalled again by a bigger threat. Looking up, they could see ash descending from a man in a white coat that was somehow crawling on the ceiling. They’d sneak away the first time, skulking through the morgue shortly after. Neither were unfamiliar with death, unfortunately. Whether their friends or strangers, they’d both seen it happen to someone. This impersonal display didn’t phase them much- it was ultimately a footnote. What gave them pause was another visit from the doctor afterwards. A battery in clear view on another body cabinet. This was covered by the doctor. Sneaking into a nearby room and pulling a lever that would surely open the cage door to their escape route seemed like a good idea to Mono, until a panicked beeping ensued from a machine hooked to a patient. Without even being noticed or noticing due to the panic on both sides, the doctor and the child would pass one another within clear view. Six rushed for the battery, rushing even faster to put it in the wall.

The Doctor seemed to have given up on his patient when the door buzzed. Two children were in his sight. Prized subjects for medical experimentation in his eyes. Knocking over everything in his way with the brute force of a bull, he followed the one responsible for killing his patient into the incinerator without thinking. The door slammed shut behind him mere seconds afterward, and it quickly lit up as smoke filled the air. Six warmed herself by the fire as the sadistic doctor screamed. “I don’t think that man went to medical school,” Six half joked. Mono couldn’t help but giggle at it, as horrible as it was. Once they were both warm enough, they found their way to the waiting room just after a short elevator ride. The exit to this horrible place. As they left, they’d agree on a hatred for hospitals.

#little nighttales #ln2 spoilers #ln2 au #little nightmares spoilers #little nightmares 2 spoilers

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what are ur thoughts on each bleach arc o: like quality wise!

oh boy this got longer than expected. Whoops.

substitute arc: i rlly like this arc! its short but i love how it sets up the characters and i adore the integration between ichigos human life vs shinigami life And i like the monster of the week set up its a fun and its a lot more character focused in the beginning. the fights were very character driven, like with grand fisher, sora, the hollow that went to hell. all the fights felt like they had a meaning that had a strong impact on a character, like ichigo having closure after defeating (he should have killed him tbh) grand fisher.

soul society: one of the best if not the best arcs imo. theres a good amount of development, the fights are good and have emotional weight (ichigo v byakuya, uryu v mayuri, chad v shunsui, yoruichi v soi fon) and the newly introduced characters are interesting! very iconic and cool! there was a lot of character arc conclusions? Closure? like with uryu and yoruichi as well as rukia. the characters are a strong point here too and the introduction of soul society brought in world building and it was something we really needed to see. soul society as the villains was pretty good and it did show them as a threat. its a good arc and had a good cliffhanger ending to the next arc

arrancar arc: its a pretty good arc but this is where i feel like bleach was starting to fall off in quality since kubo didnt plan for the series to go past ss. like the plot was a little repetitive with the rescue arc the placing was pretty bad and its where the kubos problem of having too many characters started forming. there are some pretty good moments though, i really love the ichigo vs grimmjow and ichigo vs ulquiorra fights along with rukia vs aaroniero (rukia development time,,). the arc just felt pretty slow at times ig? But there are some very good moments

fake karakura arc/deicide: i like this arc even though i know half of it was bullshit. there are some good fights, soi fon vs barragan is one of my faves bc her bankai and it was just interesting to see the captains more involved even though i wish they didnt just stand there. like cmon the fate of the world is at stake gang up on ppl u have numbers. i do think its bullshit to have aizen be That powerful (i will excuse the hogyoku use bc thats his trump card and was set up) but having him take down everyone like that was eh. like i know it was meant to show how powerful aizen was but honestly i wish there was a better way. maybe make them all fight amongst each other like with momo but its all mind games and shit i feel like that was a better way of showing how strong aizen was. also speaking of aizen i wish there was more character to him like take away his manipulative badass thing and its just nothing. what drives him to kill the soul king and why? was it loneliness (which is a poor motive tbh), injustice? what brought him on this path? i feel like tousens goals had more to it then aizen tbh

the deicide arc was pretty okay i love mugetsu but im sorry there was absolutely no lead up to him. i love that form but its pretty bullshit that it didnt get as much as a mention in the past and i wish it did bc that would have made mugetsu have a lot more impact. i remember how ppl theorized that it was how isshin lost his powers even though it was proven otherwise but i wish they went with that. but i did like seeing zangetsu again and that touching moment with him and ichigo was good also the rukia and ichigo goodbye was very emotional. was it a good arc? maybe not plot wise but its pretty beloved

fullbringer: oh this is where the quality definitely dropped which sucks because i feel like this arc had a very interesting premise and plot set up. i know that i havent watched/read all of the fb arc but i do know enough of it just not much in between the beginning and end. i wish that the fullbringers had more focus bc they were all forgettable except maybe riruka and they should have had more screentime and the concept of fullbringers is genuinely interesting?? humans with hollow powers is a good concept and its a shame kubo didnt expand upon this more

oh and i have some beef with the villains bc its a fucking tragedy of wasted potential. ginjo is like. almost there to be considered a good villain. hes the previous substitute shinigami and u only bring it up at the end?? thats such a huge chunk of information and it sets up a connection between ichigo and ginjo. idc about tsukishima he can be whatever but i do think ginjo could have been a pretty good villain if he wasnt as blatantly evil. like i know the betrayal schtick is getting old but i would have preferred him as a villain with good intentions, like having him against soul society is a good motive bc ss commits war crimes but it was never clear in this arc (aside from ss monitering the substitutes) but it just didnt feel as strong as a motive to make him do what he did.

one good thing i do have to say about this arc was i do like ichigo in this arc and how much conflict he experiences and we get to see him commit murder although i do wish this had repercussions on him. i feel like soul society’s intervention was unnecessary but thats just me. the fullbringer arc being centered around humans was a good idea, bringing the series back to its roots and i just wish we spent more developmemt with the humans before jumping back to soul society, like more time on the aftermath of the last arc. also this arc should have been the chad arc im dying on this hill.

tybw: wow! this was a trainwreck of an arc! i have. So Many issues with tybw and its where kubos writing weaknesses truly shine. the biggest issues are its pacing which is absolutely abhorrent and it takes up at least a third of the entire series (literally. tybw had 206 chapters out of 686 since tybw officially starts on 480). we had periods where the main cast dont show up for like. 50 chapters. the other biggest problem were the characters. why did kubo think it was a good idea to introduce 26+ characters. why. there is absolutely no time to develop them and while some may receive screentime the majority have no impact to the plot beyond their fights with the characters we actually care about. there is no reason for people to give a shit about them. i can barely remember their names, much less their backstories

and one of the bigger problems was the antagonists themselves. they have a motive and while i understand hatred towards soul society. yhwach’s motives were the worst out of all the villains. i cannot fathom what motivates him because it went fucking everywhere. did he have beef with ss? was he waging war out of self preservation? did he want to end death? like the narrative hints at all of these but it just feels like a mess of a character! i never liked yhwach to begin with since his very concept is awful (seriously? giving a previously thought group of people who experienced genocide a nazi motif? what the fuck kubo). hes a villain but theres no substance. his powers could have been cool but it was on the point of needing a deus ex machina to take him down.

and the fights are forgettable with the occasional good ones (shunsui v that one fuck, rukia v that other fuck) but there are some bad fights (askin v yoruichi, the quincy thor guy). there are some good moments, like all the bankai reveals, it adds more to the characters but it also causes so much jumping around in the plot and this is what happens when u have this many characters and some will be forgotten (so sorry chad). it sucks. some of the fights dragged on longer than necessary and it was just. so much. all of these issues really downgraded the arc and thats what made it the mess it was.

and a lot of the ideas brought in to tybw are criminally underused. ichigo being a quincy may have been wack but i did like the idea but it really only had some sparse moments like masaki and zangetsu development, creating a connection between ichigo and yhwach but that was really it. it was not like his hollow powers which coexisted with the plot and had huge moments and was just a constant presence. you could forget that ichigo was a quincy tbh and we needed more quincy moments. and the soul king was horribly underused because it did have set up from the arrancar arc, it was aizens entire goal! but kubo never really explores the ideas of the soul king and only in cfyow do we really get more info about it and thats no good because the soul king is a vital piece of bleach lore and worldbuilding.

anyways thats my two cents sorry this was rlly long

#ask #anon #sorry this was more of an essay #i just have a lot of feelings about this laundrey detergent show 😔#ramble tag #long post #nazi mention #its brief but i hate the vandenreich so

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squirrel-moose-winchester · 7 years

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Cursed

Title: Cursed

Pairing: Dean x Reader x Sam

Word Count: 4101

Summary: Reader get’s cursed by a harmless witch, but it’s the Winchester’s who bear all the problems.

Warning: Fluff (I tried to make this cute and funny. I don’t know, you tell me.)

“Well, she was an interesting witch,” you pepped. “I’m sure she’s harmless. Maybe she just got bored you kn-”

“Shut it, Y/N!” Dean snapped. You body jerked in surprise.

“What? I was just say-”

“I said shut it.”

“But-”

“No.”

“I-”

“Zip it.”

You opened your mouth to say something but was stopped when Dean held his hand to your face. You pouted with a snarl and sat back crossing your arms. You looked at Dean through the rearview mirror sticking your tongue out when he wasn’t looking.

“I saw that.” Your eyes widened before frantically shifting them out the window.

Finally reaching the bunker you skipped in merrily. Sam and Dean stared at you with confusion before looking at each other at the strange sight. Never in their entire time knowing you had they ever seen you skip.

Shrugging off your odd behavior, Sam and Dean entered the bunker. Dean dropped their bags, including yours, on the table in the war room. Sam made his way to the kitchen to get some beer for Dean and himself but was greeted with you sitting at the dining table, swinging your legs back and forth, which was easy for you to do considering your lack in the height department.

“Sammy! I want pancakes!” You hollered raising your arms above your head in glee. Sam flinched giving you a weird look. He was definitely not expecting you to act that way. It was like you were a child.

“Uh, sure thing. I’ll let Dean know.” He pursed his lips into a forced smile before leaving, the two beers forgotten in the fridge.

“Hey, where’s the beer?” Dean asked sitting at the table with his foot propped up.

Sam shrugged. He had completely forgot about the beers. He was distracted by your outburst for pancakes and uncharacteristic behavior. “Does Y/N seem a little off to you? Like… she’s acting kind of like… a kid?” Sam strung out.

“Sammy! Bean!” A little girl came running into the room. She looked no more than three-years old drowning in the flannel you were once using. She clung to Sam, curling her arms and legs around his one large leg. Dean sat up straight, dropping his feet to the floor, with a puzzled look the moment she came in running in.

“Y/N?” Dean breathed.

“Bean, Bean!” She cooed, freeing Sam’s leg to run to him. She reached her arms up hinting that she wanted to be lifted. Dean stared at her in disbelief and hesitation but scooped her up on this lap when she started to whine.

“Hey there, Sweetheart,” Dean smiled awkwardly, casting a baffled look at Sam.

“Bean! I like you!” She giggled.

Dean scowled at the grinning child. “It’s Dean, not Bean.”

“Bean.”

“Dean.”

“Bean.”

“Dean. Duh, duh, with a D.”

You held a concentrated look on your face while Dean held an apprehensive one. When you opened your mouth Dean’s eyes widened and a smile crept upon his face with anticipation.

“I need to go potty,” you pouted. Dean’s face immediately fell, not expecting that to fall from your mouth. “Can we go potty?” Your voice was small. Realization settled in and there was terror in Dean’s face. Looking to Sam for help, Sam raised his hands beside his head taking a step back.

“Take her to the potty… Bean.” Sam teased, an amused grin spreading on his lips.

Dean gave Sam a death stare when he felt a tug on his flannel. He looked down to big, brown, pleading eyes. Dean rolled his eyes feeling a quench in his heart. Those puppy eyes were going to be the death of him. It was the same technique that Sam would use when they were younger.

“Alright, Minnie Mouse, let’s go.” She giggled at the nickname, wrapping her arms around his neck as he lifted her up and headed to the bathroom. “You know how this works?” Dean asked as they walked to the bathroom. You grinned wildly nodding. “Alright kiddo, go ahead and do your business. I’ll be waiting for you outside the door.”

“No.”

“No?”

“Stay with me. I need to poop.” You pouted.

Dean’s face practically hit the floor. “P-poop?” He stared into her puppy eyes and he cursed himself inwardly. “Oh, Chuck help me.” Dean lifted your adult sized flannel, holding it up while you took your time.

Dean was cringing the entire time waiting for the first bomb to release. Soon the smell caught up to him and he tried to suppress his gag. Dean scrunched his nose coughing like he was choking. Still holding her flannel, he tried to cover his nose with his arm. “Oh, c’mon. Hurry it up, Y/N. God, what did you eat?” Dean continued to gag.

“Done.” You look at him pointing to the toilet paper. Your arms were too short to reach. Dean handed you some and you held it in your tiny hands looking up at him.

“Okay, wipe up.” Dean told you but you just pouted, your big eyes watering with embarrassment. At this age, you were able to wipe yourself when you used your small potty, but the big potty was just too big. You needed both hands on the toilet seat to hold you up.

“I’m going to fall inside.” Your voice trembled. Dean panicked a bit with wide eyes. He knew you were going to cry.

“Alright, alright. You’re okay, I’ll help you.” Dean sighed. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

Sam stood behind the closed door softly laughing at his brother’s stinky situation. When he heard the flush, he quickly dashes his way back into the war room where Dean and younger you had left him. You came running from the halls and accidentally tripped over the flannel you were wearing and fell hard on your face.

Dean came rushing forward, Sam not far behind, to aide you. Dean lifted you up on his lap in his squatted position looking over you. Sam cupping your face to look for injury as you began to wail bloody murder. Sam noticed the huge bump on your forehead before standing and heading to the kitchen, leaving a frantic Dean with a crying you.

Dean did his best to calm you down, hooking one arm under your butt as you rested your head on his shoulder, while his other hand rubbed your back. Dean bounced you in his arms, trying to shush you and telling you that everything was going to be okay and that you had to stop crying and be strong, which seemed to be working.

Sam return with an ice pack in hand pressing it your forehead. “Here take this and I’ll go look for something she can wear.” Sam spoke.

Dean sat down on the chair with you still pressed to his chest and head on his shoulder. Your breathing had calmed but Dean continued to soothe you. You were on the verge to sleep when Sam came back empty handed.

“Dude, where’s the clothes?”

“There is none. All her stuff is too big, and none of ours will definitely not fit her. We’ll need to go and buy.”

“Fine, I’ll go. This time you watch her.” Dean slowly passed you over to Sam. You didn’t mind the change in person, you were attached to both of them.

Once Dean was gone, Sam walked over to the kitchen still holding the ice to your forehead. “Y/N, you still want pancakes?” You nodded, pulling away to look at him. Sam placed you on the counter as he got all the supplies and ingredients. “Uncle Dean is better at doing this but I hope you’ll like it.” Sam smiled at you.

“Uncle Bean? And you uncle Sammy?” You had a giant grin on your face and Sam couldn’t help but laugh.

“Yeah. Uncle Bean and Uncle Sammy.”

When the pancakes were done, Sam carried you to the table before bringing over two plates and the plate of pancakes over. Sam told you to sit still and wait while he got the syrup. When he returned, you were standing on your chair leaning over the table not bothering to wait for him to set your plate in front of you, you grabbed a pancake with two hands and took a bite. Sam was a little shocked but smiled none the less.

Still standing, you set your partially eaten pancake down on your plate and reached for the syrup. You flipped it upside down and let the sticky goo fall over your pancake in one spot. Sam noticed that you had no intention of stopping so he grabbed your hands flipping the bottle back upwards. “Whoa there, that’s a little too much.” He took the syrup bottle and put it back on the table.

“I love pannycakes.” You wiggled a little dance before picking up the pancake with your hands again and bringing it to your mouth. Before Sam could react, the syrup had dripped everywhere. The thick syrup was on the table, your shirt, your face and hands, the chair and the floor. Sam’s mouth was agape but he knew that he couldn’t be mad, nor could he stay mad. You were young and didn’t know any better. With a defeated sigh, Sam continued to let you eat. He would just clean the mess and you up when you were done stuffing your face.

Sam had finished eating while you were still working on your second pancake. You were sitting on the table now, covered in syrup ripping tiny pieces of pancake before placing them in your mouth. Sam got started on cleaning the mess you made before wiping your face and freeing you of the oversized flannel you wore, leaving you completely butt naked. You were a child so it wasn’t a problem.

“Alright you syrup monster, time for a bath.” You giggled then roared motioning your hands like claws. Sam laughed picking you up and heading to the bathroom.

Taking a shower was another challenge in itself. You were screaming and playing under the spray of water, splashing everywhere. You wouldn’t stop wiggling as he shampooed your hair which resulted in you crying from the soap getting in your eyes. Sam eventually washed it out telling you that if you had kept still that wouldn’t have happened. When he soaped your body, you were more behaved. You were scooping up the soap Sam rubbed on your body in your hands and rubbed it on Sam’s arms as if you were bathing him too. It was inevitable for Sam not to smile at your actions. Maybe having a kid around wouldn’t be such a bad idea.

Turning off the water, Sam grabbed the towel which was big enough to cover you from head to toe. He draped it over your head ruffling the towel around you causing you to burst into childish laughter. When Sam set your free from the towel you sprinted out of the bathroom, in your birthday suit, hearing Sam calling out your name before he deciding to chase after you.

Dean had just made it down the stairs when you came blazing in unashamed of your nakedness. You screamed and ran in his direction, his body instinctively squatting down so you could run into his arms. “Uncle Bean!” Sam ran in, shirt soaked and hair damped. Dean lifted you in his arms giving Sam a dirty look.

“What the hell? And when did I become an uncle?” Dean asked.

“Sorry, I gave her a bath. We had pancakes and things got messy and well…” Sam stopped rambling when he noticed the bitch face Dean was giving him. “She got dirty.” He summarized. “Anyways, did you buy her some clothes?” Sam asked changing the subject.

“Yeah.” He set you on the table as you watched contently as he emptied the contents of the bag. He had pulled out a coloring book and crayons which pulled an excited cheer from you. You took it immediately starting to color despite your lack of modesty. Dean pulled out a few plain shirts, leggings that looked like jeans, a pack of underwear, and then pulled out child sized flannels.

Sam chuckled. “You got her hunter’s clothing?” He gave a smug grin.

“Well, she’s a hunter.”

“Dean, she’s a toddler.”

“Yeah, whatever. Check this out.” Dean smiled bouncing his eyebrows. He put his hand in the bag, pulling out tiny boots. “She’ll look like a tiny hunter!” He chirped with glee. Sam could only smile at his surprisingly overexcited brother. “I even got her some snacks in the bag.”

You were finally clothed sitting on a pile of books on a chair coloring away in your new coloring book with Dean. She was coloring a dragon on one page while Dean colored a different dragon on the other. Sam was sitting across from them on his computer reading some lore on witches, after concluding with Dean that it had to be the witch the three of you encountered earlier in the morning.

Not long after Sam had found three possibilities. One explained that you were cursed and would only get younger until your perished unless you kill the witch, another claimed that it was temporary but it could last for months unless reversed by the witch, and the last one stated that she would remain that age and grow up all over again unless the person who was cursed personally killed the witch.

During your nap the guys weighed out their options and came up with a course of action. They had to go into town and talk to the victims. They had called Cass to see if he could babysit but he was too far away to be back in time, Jody was on a hunt of her own, they would never dare leave you with Crowley, and everyone else they trusted were dead. The only option they had left was to bring you along.

The three of you made it to the first victims house, knocking on the door posing as FBI. The man standing in the doorway looked at you in Sam’s arms before eyeing the two men. “Sorry, it’s bring your daughter to work day. The wife was insistent on me taking her, saying she needed some time off,” Dean lied out of his ass as usual.

The man paused almost hesitant, when he sighed, “uh… women, am I right?” He shook his head before moving out of the way to let them in.

“Anyways, Mr. Chris Williams is it?” He nodded. “We’ve come to ask a few questions about what happened to you recently. Why don’t you tell us what happened?” Sam asked, setting you between him and Dean. As the guys talked you played with a stuffed bunny they had bought you along the way.

“Floppy, floppy, I love you. Uncle Bean and Uncle Sam love you too.” You sang quietly, unknowingly gaining the attention of the three men in the room. “Floppy, floppy, floppy, floppy…” You continued to sing as Dean cleared his throat looking at Chris to see that he was smiling at you.

“She’s a cutie.” He complimented.

“Thanks, she looks just like her mother and smart too.” Dean smiled.

During their conversation you crawled into Sam’s lap, playing with Floppy’s ears. Sam held you in place still listening to Chris speak. They had found out that Chris’s real name is Christina and that he is actually a she, that is before his encounter with the witch. She was at the store waiting in line when a man cut in front of her. She was complaining about how men were stupid and annoying and then a few hours later, she was a man.

The guys proceeded to talk to other victims, all asking similar questiones when they saw you. Dean and Sam would give that same answer taking turns claiming that you were one of their daughter. After meeting with all the witnesses, they found out that the witch stays rather close to town. They decided to stay in the town’s motel instead of driving a few miles’ home.

They changed out of their fed suits and decided to grab a bite at the diner. “Well aren’t y’all the cutest things.” The older waitress cooed. “All matching and whatnot.”

“Uh, thanks.” Sam smiled. “Table for three please.”

“Sure things sweeties, this way.” She escorted you to an empty booth, bringing a high chair and placing it at the edge of the table. “So what are ya havin’?” She asked.

Dean ordered a bacon burger, Sam got a salad, and as he was going to order for you, you shouted. “Chicken nuggets, chicken nuggets!”

“Sorry about that,” Sam apologize, lifting his hand up in apology to everyone else in the diner.

“It’s okay hon, but you’re in luck, we’ve got chicken nuggets. Should I add fries with that?”

“Yeah, she loves fries.” Dean smirked. The waitress grinned before going behind the counter.

When the waitress returned with their food, Dean didn’t hesitate to chow down. You picked up a nugget, taking a big bite before spitting it out dramatically. Dean and Sam were instantly hovering over you asking what’s wrong.

“Hot!” You whimpered.

“Jeez, kid. You need to learn to slow down.” Dean chided. Sam rolled his eyes at his brother.

“Take your own advice, Dean.” He spat, bring your glass of iced water with a straw to your lips so you could cool down your mouth.

You continued to eat, munching on your nuggets and fries. As Dean took another large bite, you looked over at his sandwich and pointed to it. “Can I try?” You asked. Dean looked at you incredulously. He was never one to share his food, maybe a fry here and there but never his burger.

“C’mon Dean, she’s a kid.” Sam scolded.

“Fine.” He reluctantly lowered his burger to your mouth. You attempted to bite it, but it was too big. You had managed to take off a little piece. Dean couldn’t help but grin. “Yummy?” He questioned, voice light. You nodded ferociously, picking up a half eaten nugget and lifting it for Dean to eat. Dean casted an unsure look to Sam who just shrugged. Dean rolled his eyes before smiling towards you and leaning over to open his mouth. You shoved the hold piece in his mouth smiling wider than ever. “Damn, Y/N is a cute kid.” Dean mumbled, chewing on the nugget you fed him.

“Yeah she is,” Sam agreed.

In the midst of desert, a voice pierced through the faint silence. “Looks like everyone is having fun.” A woman’s voice sang, causing Dean and Sam to stare.

“You.” Dean growled.

“Relax, I’m just here to check up on this little cutie patootie.” She smiled and booped your nose lightly with her finger. You gazed up, ice cream smothered all over your face.

“Look, we don’t want to fight.” Sam began.

“Like hell we do!” Dean growled, staring daggers at Sam.

Sam sent him a stern look managing to calm Dean down. “We just want our friend back,” Sam explained to the witch.

“Alright. On one condition,” she motioned Dean to scoot over. Dean rolled his eyes and reluctantly made some space. “I will return everything to normal, the towns people won’t even remember a thing, and Sam, I’ll even allow you to keep those photos you took, if…”

Dean looked over at Sam, “You have pictures?” He hissed.

“I couldn’t help it. She adorable.” Sam admitted. Dean glared at him, pulling out his phone.

“Then I want a picture too,” Dean mumbled.

“Hey, we should take a group photo!” Sam chirped. Dean quickly agreed, both brothers smiling as they set up their iPhone cameras.

“Sorry to interrupt but I’m trying to bargain here.” The witch interrupted. Sam and Dean scoffed in embarrassment and urged her to continue. “Like I said, I’ll return everything to normal if you let me go.”

“And why would we do that?” He snorted.

“Look, I’m not a bad witch. I don’t practice any black magic. I just got bored and couldn’t help myself. But I promise to stop. And if I ever act up again, feel free to hunt me down and I will not ask for mercy. I’ll do you one better, if a time ever arises, I’ll be more than willing to help you out in exchange for my life. Deal?”

Silence ensued when Dean spoked. “Fine. But if you ever get out of line, EVER! We will hunt you down.” Dean snarled.

“So don’t go making us hurt you.” Sam added.

“Don’t worry. Witches honor.” She smiled. “And as a reward to your good nature, I’ll leave her this small till she wakes up next morning, that way you can get her home and cleaned up, and take as many pictures you want with her.”

The witch was about to leave when Dean stopped her. “Hey, mind if you take a group photo of us?” He chuckled shyly.

“My phone too!” Sam barged. The witch agreed warily before agreeing, taking each of the boy’s phone.

Dean lifted you from the high chair, preventing you from eating your ice cream to sit on his lap. “We’re gonna take a few pictures, is that okay?” He asked you.

“YEAH!” You shouted with happiness.

After taking a few photos, the witch left. The boys did a sweep of the town to find all the victims back to normal with no recollection of what happened. You were still a little kid, happily swinging from the hands of your favorite uncles, Dean and Sam. Back at the motel, Dean washed you up this time in the tub. He made you a bubble bath where you and him played for while, making sudsy mustaches and blowing bubbles.

Dean snapped a picture of you with bubbles covering your face. Not long after Sam had joined the both of you to play. It resulted in a soapy mess and a lot more pictures. Once everyone was cleaned up, you all headed back to the bunker. You were sitting in the back of the Impala playing with your bunny, allowing its head to stick out of the car and watch his ears flap in the wind.

“Hey, don’t do that before Floppy flies away.” Dean barked. You jumped snatching Floppy close to your chest.

“No! I don’t want Floppy to fly away.” You pouted holding the stuffed bunny tightly.

The drive back wasn’t long. When Sam opened the door for you, you literally hopped out of the car and all the way to the bunker door. While Dean brought in all the bags, Sam carried you down the stairs. As he set you down, you ran for his laptop that was sitting in the library table.

“Moana, Moana!” You chanted, pointing to the laptop from your position on the ground. As Sam made his way towards you, you pushed the chair out and recklessly climbed up, Sam on standby for support in case you needed it.

“Moana?” Sam was confused. He knew you were pointing to his laptop so he opened it, allowing the screen to illuminate.

“Moana!” She shouted again pointing to the Netflix icon. Sam’s face contorted into a baffled expression, but clicked on the shortcut anyways. He typed ‘Moana’ into the search bar and found the Disney animated movie. He didn’t even know that it was on Netflix. “Moana!” you clapped your hands.

Sam clicked on the movie and pressed play, setting the widescreen option so the movie occupied the entire screen. He clicked the space bar, pausing the movie so that he could move you into your bedroom. Sam hooked up his laptop to the TV screen then un-paused the movie once everything was set.

Dean came in to see you and Sam watching Moana. “Ooh, hey. I like this movie. That Heihei is hilarious!” Dean chuckled, planting himself on the empty side of the bed beside you. Sam just gave him a look.

By time the movie ended, you and Dean were passed out, you snuggled into his chest, Floppy in your arms. Sam smiled and snapped one final picture knowing that when you woke up, you’d be yourself again with no memories of what so ever. Sam slipped out of bed, stretching before he unhooked his laptop and heading to his own room. He knew that it was probably best to wake Dean up, but he thought it would be interesting to see what would happen in the morning.

“You’re welcome Dean.” Sam laughed to himself, shutting the door behind him.

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For some reason Tumblr is being a buttmunch isn’t showing the proper chapter number in the link above, but I have tested it myself and can guarantee that it does, in fact, lead to the final chapter of my ongoing Blind!Ignis fic, Memory Lane and Pastries.

If you’ve been following along with the promises I’ve made thus far, then yOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS HUEHUEHUE ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

[ISEB Author’s Note: It means Ignis gets nekkid. Very, very nekkid.]

I won’t bore you with the details of what was going through my mind when I wrote it, but I will say that it’s another long, rambling story, so feel free to skip ahead to the steamy bits if your eyes start glazing over. I meant to do this last time, but I’m going to go ahead and tag a few peeps who I know might be interested: @thirdstreetcettin, @fencrocks, @roses-and-oceans, @atarostarling why u no let me tag you (´༎ຶོρ༎ຶོ`), @sweetchocobae, @emeraldlatias, @sailorwiggle, @saurgristiel, @diadyn wat u too (´༎ຶོρ༎ຶོ`), @chocobroobsession, @jellybabiestomanual cmon now (´༎ຶོρ༎ຶོ`), @ardorminerva wtf tumblr (´༎ຶོρ༎ຶོ`), @lunar-magnolia, @herondalcarstairs Lastly, I just want to mention that although this is the last chapter of Memory Lane and Pastries, the whole reason I wrote it was to establish an OC in that time frame, so that I may revisit Ignis and Ophelia in future one-shots. I’m going to make a separate post about my plans for the next week, but I do look forward to entertaining people again with my longer fics in the future!

(Abso-fucking-lutely NSFW; Click on the link above or the cut below for the full text of Chapter 5.)

“Tell me more about that Karlabos.”

“Hm?”

“You know—the one that supposedly murdered your mother. Did you ever manage to take your revenge?”

“Ah.” A smile touches the strategist’s lips as they round the usual corner of the alleyway leading back to his apartment. “As a matter of fact, I did.”

“Well? Don’t leave me in suspense.”

Ophelia’s fingers find his and she squeezes his hand teasingly. “My friends and I confronted the colossal beast on a shore overlooking Cape Caem some years ago,” he says. “We’d been sent on a quest to dispose of a Dread Behemoth that had been terrorizing the locals, and there he was—hiding like a coward behind his fellow monstrosity and taunting me with those beady black eyes of his.”

“Did he give you any trouble?”

“Not nearly as much as the prince did. Noct evidently had worse eyesight than me, because I couldn’t take two steps without having my feet frozen to the ground, no thanks to his poorly aimed Blizzaga spells.”

“I presume you were victorious, seeing as how you’re still alive to tell the tale.”

“Indeed. Can’t say it was worth the effort, though—we couldn’t even enjoy a nice lobster meal afterward, since whatever the creature had gained it size, it had seemingly lost in flavor.”

His heart skips a wayward beat when her fingers slip from his hand and move to rest at the small of his back. “I saw a Karlabos, once,” she says, her voice thoughtful. “At the monster arena in Altissia. What was that place called?”

“Totomostro—also known as the gambling addiction I never knew I had. And before you ask, I’d rather not talk about it.”

Her laughs are carried by the breeze as they halt at the front steps of his apartment. “It’s likely your own fault for losing money. You should know you’re always supposed to bet on the Spiny Speedsters.”

“An error in judgment, to be sure,” he says, as her arms slowly encircle his waist. “Maybe my luck will start to look up from here on out.”

“I’d say it already has.”

He then feels her soft lips brush against his, just as he had felt them touching his own every night after work for the last three weeks; it was getting easier for him to show his affection for her in public, the anxiety of being spotted by perfect strangers growing less and less insistent with each passing day, and the weight of the pendant against his neck hadn’t bothered him in quite some time.

It’s a chaste kiss, nothing terribly overt or ambitious, and it’s over nearly as quickly as it had begun. But he can’t fully bring himself to let go of her this time, not tonight, not like he could before, because the warmth of her body beneath her cardigan pressing against his chest was as addicting as the lure of ten-to-one Totomostro odds, and Ignis had almost forgotten what it was like not to feel so completely and utterly alone.

“Would you care to come inside for a moment?” he asks, scrambling for any excuse that would stay her departure for even one minute more. “I wouldn’t dream of forcing a cup of Ebony on you, but I did make some pastries the other day that could use a proper taste test.”

“I’ll pass on the coffee,” she demurs, “but I suppose I am a bit curious to see how well your baking skills stack up to mine.”

So she drops her hands from his waist, and the strategist’s heart cries out only a little at the travesty before he returns his attention to fishing his keys from his pocket. When he’s managed to finally open the stubborn door—‘stubborn’ in the sense that it wouldn’t open under its own free will when his nervous fingers couldn’t seem to find the correct key—he climbs the narrow stairwell leading to the unit two floors up, Ophelia’s footfalls echoing lightly behind him.

Another ‘stubborn’ door later, and he is stepping into the foyer of his apartment and showing her in. The strategist had never actually seen what the inside of his own home looked like, but he’d signed the lease solely based on the layout; the custom built cabinetry was spacious enough to accommodate his extensive collection of cooking utensils, and the open design of the kitchen flowing into the living area helped him to avoid walking headfirst into any unnecessary walls.

He flips a light switch and hangs his keys on a hook he knows is eye-level and exactly eighteen inches to the right of the front door, listening intently as Ophelia strolls into the space. “This is nice,” she says. “Quite comfortable, all things considered.”

He then moves into the kitchen, frowning slightly as he reaches for a clean plate. “All things considered?”

“One generally doesn’t list ‘bright neon lights encroaching on the living room’ as a must-have when apartment hunting.”

Ignis had almost forgotten about the supposed view from his flat; he’d saved a fortune by renting out this particular unit rather than a west-facing one, since his landlord had struggled to find potential tenants who would be unbothered by the bright EXINERIS Industries sign that glowed annoyingly just beyond his easternmost window. “One of the few perks of being blind,” he comments. “It also helps to save money on electrical, since I don’t even have to use the overhead lights when I’m home alone.”

“I was wondering if I might ask you about that.” A gentle creak echoes from the living room as she makes herself comfortable on a leather sofa. “How long precisely did it take you to regain your mobility after you lost your sight? I’ve seen you prepare complex dishes that someone with four working eyes and six arms couldn’t even manage.”

He retrieves a set of tongs hanging above the sink and opens the refrigerator door. “A couple of years, I suppose. Never underestimate the power of a strategist with an obstinate streak.”

“That’s what they call you, right? I’ve seen it in the newspapers—‘Ignis Scientia, also known as The Strategist’.”

“That’s what they used to call me. About the only strategies I work out nowadays is how best to satisfy Cid’s sweet tooth without having to go out and harvest Ulwaat berries myself.” He selects a pastry off the upper shelf of the fridge, then strides into the living room and stops at the sofa. “Speaking of, give this a try.”

“What is it?”

“Memory Lane Pastry—a Tenebraen specialty.”

The plate in his hand disappears. “Can’t say I’ve ever heard of it.”

“They were a favorite of the prince’s when he was recuperating there as a child,” he says, as he lowers himself onto the couch beside her. “I never could get the recipe quite to his liking, but he’s not exactly around to complain about it any longer.”

Either he is unable to entirely conceal the hint of sadness in his voice, or she is more perceptive than he initially gave her credit for; he hears her shift closer to him on the couch, followed by the sensation of her hand squeezing his knee. “I imagine you must miss him a great deal, considering the sacrifices you made for him.”

It was a different kind of pain, losing Noct; as he rests his arm along the back of the sofa, and his lips press together into a thin line, he concedes to himself that honor of serving the last king of Lucis in his final hours far outweighed the burden of sorrow he still carried on his shoulders. “I’ll spare you the grisly details of the time he drove the Regalia off the top of the Duscaean arches,” he says. “Go on—have a bite.”

She must have sensed his desire not to be bogged down by old memories, because she doesn’t press him for details, and instead removes her hand from his leg to focus on the dessert on her plate. It’s only when he hears her nibbling at the soft crust that he realizes he’d forgotten to set out some napkins; as he ruminates over the most polite and gentlemanly way of offering to lick any wayward crumbs off her lips with his tongue, his ears pick up on an audible gasp beside him.

“Are they to your liking?” he asks. “Or should I just set the contents of my kitchen on fire altogether?”

“These are delightful,” she breathes. “How on Eos have you been hiding these from me all this time?”

“They’re not particularly common in Lucis, although I did happen to learn my recipe from an establishment in Galdin Quay. Ulwaat berries inarguably make a superior filling, but they’re fairly hard to import unless you know exactly which merchant to talk to.”

He then hears her set the empty plate aside. “Really, Ignis—have you considered selling these for Mr. Tostwell? They’d certainly give my father’s Baklava pastry a run for its money.”

“I’m not really the competitive sort.” His nose wrinkles, and he pushes back on the lenses of his visor. “Besides, there’s something about capitalizing on nostalgia that doesn’t quite sit right with me. I suppose I’m getting a touch sentimental in my old age.”

“Come now, don’t be obtuse. You’re hardly old.”

“Maybe not, but these scars aren’t doing my features any favors.”

He suddenly feels her fingertips tracing over the lesion nestled above his right eyebrow. “I like your scars,” she says quietly. “More like marks of distinction, in service to the greater good.”

His spine begins to tingle under her gentle touch. “You are perhaps the only one who finds any measure of value in them.”

“Perhaps,” she echoes.

Her fingers then move to the bridge of his nose, pausing over the small scar there before drifting down his cheek. His mouth opens slightly when she glides a thumb across it; before he can sample the flavor of any powdered sugar still clinging to her skin, however, she removes her digit and replaces it with her soft lips.

He needn’t have worried about the sugar, he surmises, because she tastes like Ulwaat Berries and pastry crust and all the things that made her so delightfully sweet. His hand moves from its resting spot on the back of the sofa to sift through her hair and draw her in close, and he’s rewarded with the sensation of her tongue chasing after his. As the scent of her Sylleblossom perfume swirls in his nostrils and muddles his senses, the strategist yields to her playful probing and fronts his own sensual assault.

They’ve kissed before, but it was never like this; something about it was different, something wholly electrifying, and the nerve endings in his brain are firing impulses at light speed. He feels her palm slip under the collar of his dress shirt and caress the crook of his neck, but before he can reach up and entwine his fingers in hers, she ensnares his wrist and drags his hand down toward her thigh.

But a gentle leg caress evidently wasn’t what she was aiming for, because she doesn’t let go of his arm until she’s guided his hand several inches past the hem of her dress; an inkling of doubt worries away at the back of Ignis’ mind, and he withdraws from her slightly as he breaks their kiss.

The confusion in her voice is obvious. “Is this all right?”

He then retrieves his fingers from the edge of her undergarment and frowns. “Yes, of course.”

“So then, how long are you going to play the consummate gentlemen before you allow me to lead you into the bedroom?”

Her hand is still locked around his wrist; when she makes no move to release him, he gives up trying to extricate himself from her clutches and settles for resting it awkwardly on her knee. “I… don’t want you to think that’s why I invited you up here this evening.”

“I’m the one who’s offering, aren’t I?”

“Er—right.”

“Am I being too forward?”

She finally lets go of his arm, and he lets out a defeated sigh. “It’s not that. It’s just been a rather long time since I’ve been this intimate with anyone.”

“That makes no difference to me.”

“That’s kind of you to say, but, well—ah, you see—”

Scarcely anything was shameful enough to ruffle the strategist’s feathers and leave him at a total loss for words, but the matter of his own deficiencies was admittedly a source of embarrassment. “There is some lingering damage from the trauma I’ve sustained,” he says finally, pushing back on his visor again. “I couldn’t even tell you if the parts still worked properly.”

His remark isn’t precisely accurate, although there had been long stretches of years where Ignis had been unable to achieve anything remotely approaching rigidity between his legs. Just when he had begun to believe his impotence was yet another permanent reminder of the physical sacrifices he had made, however, he’d occasionally wake up in the middle of the night with an erection so painful and acute that the only source of relief he’d been able to find was by submerging himself in an icy cold shower and rubbing one out several times over. And while it had mercifully been several months since his last miserable episode, his body’s natural functions had proven to be more than a little erratic, to say the least.

Ophelia returns her hand to his arm, but it’s not to restrain him against his will, and instead she runs it gently across his shoulder. “There’s only one way to find out.”

He gnaws at the inside of his cheek and hesitates. “I would hate to leave you feeling disappointed, is all.”

“Ignis, you couldn’t disappoint me if you tried.” She then captures his face in her small hands, lowering her voice as she brushes her lips against his ear. “Now, are you going to follow me into your bedroom like a proper gentleman, or do I have to throw you over my shoulder and carry you in there myself?”

He feigns a smile, but doesn’t immediately stand up when he feels her rise from the sofa—partly because he hadn’t expected for things to move so quickly and he wasn’t sure whether he was prepared to bare his broken body to her fully just yet, but mostly because he didn’t want to draw attention to the obvious tenting in his trousers—and it’s only when she begins to tug gently on his wrist that he swallows his reticence and gathers himself to his feet.

But she doesn’t promptly tackle the buttons of his shirt the instant they step foot into the bedroom, nor does she launch herself at him like a rabid Voretooth as her insinuation might’ve suggested; if anything, she seems entirely unhurried in her plot to assess his virility, and simply asks him to remove his shoes while she briefly excuses herself from the room.

“I’m going to freshen up a tad,” she says. “I’ll be just a moment.”

And then she’s gone, and he’s left with nothing but bare feet and a testy groin to distract him from the fears that are currently plaguing his thoughts. Leaping out a window seemed like a disproportionate response to an unusual dilemma, but he can feel the bulging in his pants already starting to soften; when the silence in the bedroom grows increasingly deafening in his ears, and he’s spent five whole minutes calculating the odds of surviving a fall from the nearest fire escape, his mind slowly begins to registers the smell of newly applied Sylleblossom perfume.

He then feels her hands snake around his waist from behind, and when he turns to face her, he discovers she’s removed the cardigan she was wearing earlier; the skin on her arms is soft and velvety smooth, the scent of her floral fragrance both mild on his delicate senses and wholly seductive to the primal part of his brain, and his reservations ebb somewhat when he traces his fingers along her shoulders and collarbone.

But a flicker of panic returns when her own fingers move to his face and touch the sides of his visor, and he seizes her wrists before she is able to fully remove it. “You may want to consider turning out the lights first,” he says. “For your own benefit—I wouldn’t want you to have to stare at my bare face all night.”

“I look forward to staring at your bare face all night,” she teases, brushing his hands aside. “In fact, I’m counting on it.”

There was a deep-seeded insecurity buried somewhere in the depths of the strategist’s psyche, the origins of which could be traced back to long before he had ever lost his sight. Corrective lenses or frosted visor, the absence of the comforting weight across the bridge of his nose made him feel altogether more naked and vulnerable than even the worst torture he had endured during the Hydraean catastrophe. So when Ophelia does finally remove his visor, and he hears the sound of her setting it carefully on the nightstand behind him, Ignis is unable to entirely quell the distress poisoning his insides; he remains paralyzed in place when she caresses his disfigured left eyelid, and it’s only after her hands finally fall from his face that he lets out the breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding.

But one anxiety is quickly replaced by another as she fingers the top button of his shirt. “There’s something you ought to know,” he whispers, grasping her by the wrists again to slow her progress. “My injuries, they—well, they’re not limited to my face.”

The strategist is beginning to think she is either braver than Bahamut or more reckless than the Infernian, because her only response to his warning is to touch her lips lightly to his mouth before resuming her efforts. His heart beats hard against his ribcage with each inch of his torso she exposes to air, until there’s nothing left for him to hide behind and she’s pushing his shirt down around his elbows.

She then runs a hand tentatively across the gruesome laceration that bisects him from shoulder to navel. “Does it hurt?” she asks.

He shakes his head wordlessly, and at the back of his mind he wonders how on Eos she is able to stomach the view as he feels her rake her teeth across his pectorals. He doesn’t have time to ponder the enigma for very long, however, because her mouth soon drifts to his right nipple, and the tongue she is circling it with is working wonders to distract him from his own self loathing. He briefly considers staging one last protest—his occluded eye is sensitive enough to note she had not turned the bedroom lights off when she went to remove his visor—but he abandons all argument when her hands drop to the waistband of his trousers.

She hadn’t show the slightest hint of doubt in her resolve until now, and it’s only when several moments pass without hearing the audible whir of his zipper being released that he notices her struggling with the notches of his belt. “Sorry,” she laughs. “It seems you aren’t the only one who’s been through a bit of a dry spell as of late.”

The tension in his chest eases a tad and he offers a her small smile, running his fingertips lightly along her arms until goosebumps appear on the skin there. When she finally manages to discard the stubborn piece of equipment, he feels her grip him gently by the forearm to steady him; he acknowledges her silent signal and steps out of his trousers, kicking them far enough away so as not to be a walking hazard on the path toward the bed.

For a moment, he isn’t quite sure what to do with himself; the mental picture he conjures of standing blind and nearly naked before her doesn’t exactly recall to mind the dignity and decorum of his former self. But she offers up her own answer to his conundrum by wrapping her arms around his waist and leaning into his embrace, and his cheeks warm slightly when he feels her hips pressing against the fabric of his briefs. The tightening there has resumed its arbitrary behavior and is now standing at embarrassingly full attention, but she doesn’t appear to care—the hands gliding down his buttocks being her only outward reaction to his uncontrollable prodding—so he simply enjoys the sensation of her small figure nestled comfortably against his torso before reaching around her back to finger the zipper of her dress.

It hadn’t felt like all that long ago when he was the one quieting the trembling hands of a nervous lover; the strategist of old had always been in control, his nerves seemingly tempered in steel, and there was a period in his life when he would’ve rather been publicly flogged than ever be caught dead showing the slightest sign of weakness. But Ignis Scientia isn’t the same man he was before, and its his own hands that are trembling now, and he bites back a curse as he fights with the leading hook that evidently required the use of an electron microscope to unfasten.

But then he does finally manage to unfasten it, and relief washes over him when the zipper mercifully comes undone without further issue. Ophelia steps away long enough for him to hear the sound of her dress pooling to the floor; he had tried never to get into the habit of resenting his circumstances, but he can’t quite help the bitterness he feels at being denied the rapture of gazing upon her figure with his own two eyes.

But he still has two hands, and she is seemingly well aware of this fact as well, because she guides him to sit on the edge of the bed before grasping his palms and placing them on either side of her waist. He flexes his fingers tentatively, only allowing them to make contact with parts that weren’t explicitly covered up by her undergarments—he finds the flesh of her belly is as delicate as silk and twice as smooth, while the taut muscles of her back ripple and yield as he draws his fingernails lightly down her spine—and he takes the opportunity to nuzzle his nose against the softest part of her neck when she moves to settle herself in his lap.

The wetness he can feel even even through her undergarment is positively tortuous against aching groin, but old habits die hard, and he chokes back the growl threatening to claw its way up his throat. He had always been a quiet lover, because he’d always preferred listening to melody of his partners’ ecstasy over the sound of his own ardor, and it was even more critical to him now that he relied so heavily on his hearing; as he grips her buttocks and angles his hips against her heat, he is rewarded with exactly the moan he was hoping to elicit from her.

So he allows her vocalizations to feed his inquisitiveness and finally lets his idle hands wander, teasing his fingers under the straps of her brassiere while his other hand circles around her torso to tackle the clasp at her back. His grip is steadier now, a little of his former confidence returning each time she presses her lips hungrily to his, and he feels her nails dig into the thickest part of his shoulders when he liberates her from the constricting garment; a moment later, and she’s arching her neck against his open mouth and drawing his hands to her chest to make her insistence known.

As much as he would’ve liked nothing more than to ravage her nipples with his tongue, however, her hips bucking hard against his erection is distracting him from the effort, so he shifts his weight and guides her to lay down on the bed beside him. A frustrated whine escapes her at not having her immediate desires fulfilled, but it’s soon replaced by a whispered gasp when he settles in between her legs and draws his teeth across her belly. His fingers slip under the waistband of the lace separating him from the last of her nakedness, but he doesn’t immediately tear them off in a fit of lust; stoking the flames of passion took time and patience, and although the strategist might’ve been a little out of practice, he had never forgotten the fundamentals of his basic training.

He can’t resist indulging in a smile when he feels her writhing beneath him, and he opens himself fully to the sensations his four other senses are currently experiencing all at once. The scent of her perfume swirls in the air around his nostrils each time he glides a hand across her breasts, his fingertips lingering at her nipples and pinching them lightly until they’ve grow hard against his unyielding touch, while her soft moans reverberate like an aria in his ears. It’s the way she tastes, however, that perhaps ignites his libido the most; the delectable flavor of her skin is a borderline aphrodisiac, and the hardening between his legs strengthens with every inch he comes to closer to stripping her of her panties.

But if he thought she’d immediately wrap her thighs around his neck like angry Malboro tentacles the instant he freed her from her underwear, he is sorely mistaken. “Ignis,” she says hoarsely, as he draws the lacy accoutrement down around her ankles. “Consider trading places with me for a moment. This was my idea, after all.”

He brushes his lips against the inside of her thighs before drawing them over each of his shoulders. “You wouldn’t deny a starving man a few bread crumbs, now would you?”

His desire to please her has less to do with wanting to oversee the direction of their activities, and more to do with logistics; the evening wouldn’t be a completely wasted effort if he could at the very least bring her to climax, in the likely event that his body eventually betrayed him. It helped that the single greatest joy the strategist generally took in life was the sampling of new, unexplored flavors, and he doesn’t waste any time burying his maimed face into the warmth of her flesh.

Every partner tasted a little different, but no more or less decadent than any other, and one of the perks of having a palate as sophisticated as his own was being able to distinguish the subtle nuances between each one. He feels her legs relax around his shoulders as he nuzzles her sensitive hood, and his mind picks apart the fragrances of her natural odors and Sylleblossom perfume much like he would if he were nosing a glass of fine wine. She flinches slightly when he presses a rough tongue against her folds, but he doesn’t yield or shy away; he probes onward instead, allowing her soft gasps to entice his exploration further.

Even if his better days were behind him, the strategist was always a man with a plan, and tonight is no different; as he settles into a measured pace with his tongue, and he feels her thighs finally begin to tighten around his shoulders, he moves to wrap a hand around the back of her knee; the artery there is close enough to the surface of the skin to detect the slightest fluctuations in her rising pulse—the human body surrendered all the knowledge a lover could possibly require in order activate a pleasurable release, if one were shrewd enough to know just how to decipher its secrets—and he slips his other hand between her legs and presses a finger inside of her, alternating the pressure on her nub between his thumb and his mouth.

His dedication to maintaining a methodical cadence quickly begins to yield positive results; he can hear her breath shortening in her lungs, the whimpers escaping her lips wavering in volume depending on the pressure he is bringing to bear against her hood. It may have been eons since his last intimate encounter with anyone, but the muscle memory is still there, and as she rakes her fingers through his tawny hair, he can feel her walls trembling with each of his deft caresses. He focuses most of his efforts on employing his tongue, but he can’t resist the urge to nibble gently at her hardening nub, and it takes all of his willpower not to ravage it altogether every time her gasps echo in his ears.

At the back of his mind, though, he knows he’s losing himself in the moment; he’d be of better service to her if he could rein himself in and extend her ecstasy for just a little longer, but the stalwart discipline that had defined the strategist in years past is in direct conflict with his selfish desire to hear his own name on her lips. Which is exactly what is on them right now, because his mouth is pressed hard against her sex, his tongue lashing back and forth against her quivering hood, and his fingers are buried to the knuckle in her warm and dripping fluids. The sharp tug of his hair being yanked on and the vice grip her legs now have over his neck seem only to heighten the fervor that is overtaking his senses, and he casts aside the last of his restraint in his unwavering mission to push her over the final edge.

“Ignis,” she whispers, her fingers nearly tearing his hair out. “Please, I—”

There was something wholly otherworldly about bringing a woman to orgasm; the way Ophelia’s body writhes beneath his touch without rhyme or reason and entirely of its own accord was a curious sight for any man to behold. But Ignis doesn’t immediately cease his ministrations the instant he feels her walls clench tightly around his fingers, and instead keeps his tongue pressed firmly against her nub as he carries her through each wave of her climax, until he feels the tension in his scalp and around his neck suddenly ease and her body grows still on the bed.

Only then does he grudgingly pry himself away from her warmth, running a cheek tenderly against her thigh before moving to rest beside her on the comforter. He feels her arms snake around his neck and draw him in close, and the only sound that can be heard for a long moment is her labored exhales and her heartbeat resuming a more measured pace inside her chest.

He then feels a finger brush the lock of hair that falls across his forehead. “If you ask me,” she says quietly, “I wouldn’t have said you were out of practice in the least.”

He smiles softly and runs a hand along her bare arm. “This retired strategist still has a few methods left at his disposal.”

“Care to let me show you some of my own methods?”

“Hm, maybe not. It’s getting rather late, and I’m feeling a bit tired.”

It’s a lie, and he knows it’s a lie, and he also knows that she knows it’s a lie; she guides him to roll over onto his back before pressing an open palm against the flesh that is still—mercifully—rigid between his legs. “Then perhaps you’d agree to lie back and let me do a bit of the legwork.”

She somehow manages to push his briefs down around his ankles before he even has time to object. “Really, Ophelia—it’s fine. You know how irritable Mr. Tostwell gets when any of his employees are late for wor—”

But his words are cut off by the sharp hiss that escapes his lungs when he feels the sensation of her tongue slowly circling the head of his shaft. It had been an eternity and a day since he’d exposed his manhood to anything other than ice water or his own calloused hand, and he bites down on the inside of his cheek so hard and so suddenly he can taste blood.

If he thought that would be the extent of her delightful torture, however, he quickly begins to realize the worst is yet to come; she was merely priming his equipment, evidently, because her mouth lingers on his aching cock only long enough to deposit a copious amount of saliva there before she is straddling his waist like an armored paladin and guiding him inside of her with a gentle hand.

The flavor of blood intensifies on his tongue as he bites down on the urge to scream; his eyes roll back against his closed eyelids and he arches himself against her heat, a warmth that is at once both comfortable and inviting yet so searingly hot it feels like he is quenching his flesh-and-blood sword in a vat of boiling liquid. His breath escapes him and he gasps for air, and it’s only when she presses a palm to his forehead that he is able to regain control over his senses—but only just a little, because she’s already beginning to rock her hips, and it takes everything in his power not to immediately fire his empty rounds inside of her right then and there. He gropes for her arms in an attempt to curtail her momentum—she isn’t even moving that fast, he concedes, but anything quicker than a snail’s pace would almost assuredly bring an abrupt and embarrassing end to the evening—and she responds to his flailing by leaning over his chest and pressing her mouth hard against his.

His fingers sift through her hair, and for a moment he forgets altogether that he is blind and broken and a bitter husk of his old self, because he can see her, somehow; maybe not with his eyes, but in his mind he can envision the lithe body that fits together with his like pieces of a puzzle, can hear the smile in her voice when she moans aloud, can feel the warmth and kindness emanating from every cell and fiber of her being, and Ignis doesn’t need the use of his sight to recognize it was undoubtedly the work of the Six that set her path on a collision course with his.

Heartwarming as the sentiments may be, however, they’re little help in the fight against the growing insistence in his loins; he doesn’t know how much longer he can hold fast against her jostling, and if he doesn’t take matters into his own hands soon, he might find out a little sooner than he prefers. So he slips a hand around her waist and takes firm hold, rolling her onto her back without disturbing the union of his cock buried deep within her cunt.

But being on top has its disadvantages, the strategist suddenly—and regretfully—surmises, because now she doesn’t have the annoying nuisance of the bed getting in the way of her legs. When he feels her ankles lock around his hips to accommodate his girth more fully, and the telltale sign of his own imminent climax pulses at the base of his pelvis, he forces himself to a halt.

“I’m sorry,” he pants, desperate to delay the inevitable. “I—give me just a moment, if you would.”

He feels her nose nuzzle his damp cheek, followed by the sensation of her lips pressing lightly against his own. He yields to her kiss in an effort to distract himself from his own hypersensitivity afflicting every inch of his flesh, but the fingernails she is dragging up his spine is causing the nerves in his lower back to tingle, and he lets out a frustrated growl as the carnal side of his brain wrenches free will away from the rational one.

His hips move without thinking, his thrusts growing more erratic as her hands find his fingers and entwine them with her own. There was a time in his life that being in control was the difference between life and death, and that losing firm grip over himself meant risking the safety and wellbeing of the people he loved; that time has long since passed, however, and not even the Knights of the Round could save him now, because the blood locked away in the hard tissues of his shaft have reached a saturation point, the hormones flooding his brain sending the appropriate signals to direct the proper flow of seminal fluid, and he is suddenly spilling his hot seed inside of a woman for the first time in over a decade.

But not even a whisper escapes his lips when he climaxes, because old habits really did die hard, and instead he simply allows his body to relay the messages he cannot adequately express vocally himself. She holds him tightly in her arms through his final throes, raking a gentle hand through his hair and brushing her lips across the light perspiration dotting his forehead, until the last of his strength fails him and his biceps begin to tremble under the strain of his own weight.

For a long moment, neither one of them moves; the stillness of the bedroom is in sharp contrast to his screaming pulse galloping throughout every vein and capillary of his body. Then he feels Ophelia push back on him slightly, followed by the sensation of her fingertips tracing the outline of his jaw. “So much for not being the touchy-feely sort.”

He finally finds enough strength to withdraw from her, and pushes himself upright on the edge of the bed. “Right.”

“You clearly had nothing to worry about. Seems to me all the parts work just fine, after all.”

He then rises from the bed and moves to open the nearest window; whether it was merely a coincidence of his namesake, Ignis wasn’t sure, but his skin always felt like it was on fire after making love, and suddenly the room feels rather asphyxiating. “I suppose not.”

The worry in her voice is evident. “Is everything all right?”

His feature crumple into a frown as he leans his head out the open window. The humid breeze of nighttime Lestallum is doing little to lower his internal body temperature, and he narrows his eyes against the glare of the neon EXINERIS sign he can sense off in the distance. “Yes, of course.”

But he’s not all right, not really, because as the chaos of the last few lustful minutes begins to clear from his mind, and his feet slowly return to this plane of existence, one singular thought turns over and over in his head: What have I done?

It’s her earnestness that defines her, and he knows it, which is why he isn’t surprised in the least at her next words. “I can’t very well put your mind at ease if you don’t tell me what’s bothering you. Spit it out.”

It wasn’t Ophelia’s fault; he’d always been like this, growing ever more aloof in the aftermath of intimate relations, even when he was younger and the only thing at stake was his reputation, and even—nay, especially—when he was with the one who visited him in his dreams, because while chaste kisses and benign handholding were relatively harmless in the grand scheme of things, there was something about consummating a relationship that put a spotlight on the harsher realities of life.

He gives up on his effort at cooling off and heaves a heavy sigh, retrieving his trousers from the floor as he makes his way back toward the edge of the bed. “I can’t give you what you want, Ophelia.”

“You don’t even know what I want.”

“I don’t think you are fully aware of the challenges that lie ahead. I’d rather not put someone in a position where they have to double as my caretaker.”

“You seem to be under the impression that I am unable to make my own decisions,” she snaps. “And besides—there isn’t a thing I can’t do that I haven’t seen you do twice as well.”

“I can’t read. I can’t drive. I can’t even father a bloody child.”

Her ire suddenly dissipates, and she pauses. “You can’t?”

He resorts to stepping into his pant legs to hide his scowl. “I told you, my injuries are not limited to my face.”

She grows quiet on the bed behind him for a long while; it’s only when he is sure his argument has likely spurred her to silently weep into a pillow that he feels her fingers reach out and touch his shoulder. “I’m not asking for a marriage proposal—I’m only asking you to take things one day at a time. Preferably with me.”

A younger, more prideful version of himself might’ve deflected her advances, letting her down gently with the same words he’d used on countless other lovers in the past. But the sincerity in her voice strikes an annoyingly sensitive chord inside of him, and he’s more tired than he used to be; tired of the aches and pains of his lingering injuries, tired of carrying the grief of losing Noct and the redhead and the hundreds of thousands of people he couldn’t save from the Empire and the starscourge, and—most of all—tired of maintaining the walls that still guarded his wounded heart.

So he swallows his dismay and turns to face her, covering the hand she has on his shoulder with his own. “I would hate to be the reason your prospects wind up so limited. You have such a bright future ahead of you, and I feel like I would serve only to weigh you down.”

Her fingers lace with his, and she leans to rest her head against his chest. “Are you happy being alone, Ignis?”

“Not particularly.”

“That makes two of us, then. And if I had to take an educated guess, I’d say there there’s scarcely a person who has ever crossed paths with you who didn’t think you deserved to be happy—not Noctis, not her, not anyone.”

He thinks back to what Cid had said to him, about something tying him down here in Lestallum; maybe there was and maybe there wasn’t, and maybe one day he would eventually return to Insomnia and resurrect his hopes and dreams that had died there all those years ago.

But maybe there was actually something worth staying here for, a seed worth planting, a relationship worth cultivating. The weight of his skull necklace feels as light as a feather now, and the scent of Ophelia’s Sylleblossom perfume is unlocking a long-forgotten door inside his heart. “Perhaps you’re right,” he says simply.

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