#and finally finally FINALLY i have now managed successfully to stop him from disappearing after the cutscene

[take-taker-taken]

maybe a little undertaker and short reader if you’re interested in writing it !

Of course! Here’s a couple things that came to mind, plus some random, head canony thoughts…

As you come down the stairs, he’s waiting at the bottom. You stop on the third stair from the floor and raise your arms in question. “What do you think?” You ask, holding your arms out to display your outfit.

“You look beautiful, darlin’ - you always do.”

Your cocktail dress is a deep, rich purple with just a hint of shine and it clings to you in all the right places - you feel beautiful. A silver choker and diamond drop earrings complete the look.

“You coming all the way down babe, or are you just gonna stand there and look at me?”

Your hand rests on the stair rail as you look him over. “Give me a minute - I don’t normally get this view.”

He looks confused for a second and then huffs out a laugh when he realises what you mean - you’re standing on the third stair, which puts you at eye level with him. He does the same ‘arms out’ gesture to indicate his own outfit and you grin.

“Devastatingly handsome,” you assure him as your eyes rove hungrily across his strong shoulders and long legs, which are encased in a beautifully tailored charcoal suit. The very top of his midnight blue button down shirt is open and you know by the end of the night you’ll be snuggling inside the jacket with him.

“OK, baby - car’s waiting,” he says and reaches forward to settle his huge hands around your waist before lifting you gently from the stairs down on to the floor. You opted for shoes with just a slight kitten heel and as he hugs you to him you smile at how protected he makes you feel. Your small hand disappears as it’s engulfed by his and he leads you out the door to the waiting vehicle.

————

You’re laying on your side, leant against him as you watch the TV. His big hand strokes up and down your body as though he’s petting a big cat. You love how you fit so neatly against him and you don’t have to worry about your head obscuring his view.

“I’m chilly,” you proclaim as you draw your knees up to hug them.

“I’m Mark, good to meet ya,” he replies absently, most of his attention on the screen.

You roll your eyes to yourself and then look up at him and let out a small whine. He snorts and reaches up to the back of the couch where he’s left one of his hoodies. He snags the bundle and then shifts against you. “C’mon - sit up a bit and put this on.”

You haul yourself into a more upright position and he pops the hoodie over your head, but he’s working from a less than ideal angle. After a few tries he curses quietly and abandons you to your fate as you tunnel around inside the garment, looking for the exit. The first false start has you trying to push your head down one of the huge sleeves and unseen, he patiently moves the hoodie around so that you can get your arm down it instead. The hood has flopped over the neck hole and so you’re back to flailing ineffectually inside the dark material, rapidly reducing into helpless giggles that really don’t help matters.

“For the love of…” you hear him mutter and then you feel him shaking because he’s giggling too. He eventually grabs the one arm that you’ve successfully managed to manoeuvre into the right place and pushes the sleeve down so that your hand slips out the end. “OK, now keep still a sec… just gonna… move that arm - not that one, baby… there ya go… you can figure out where the neck is now, right?”

Still in fits, you wave your arms up and down like you’re trying to direct a plane into land. “Help meeee!”

You feel him take hold of you again and sit patiently as he flips the hood back and then pulls the clothing down so that your head finally pops out.

“There she is!” He laughs, and smooches your lips a couple of times.

You giggle and grin and kiss him back. “Thank you for saving me - thought I was gonna die in there.”

“I would never have let that happen, sweetheart. You all good now? C’mon and lay back down.”

Happily you settle back in against him, turning your attention to the TV and all is calm.

“Think I’m too warm now after all that struggling,” You say quietly after a couple of minutes.

His strong arm wraps around you and holds you firmly in place. “Nuh-uh. You stay put - you’re not getting out of that thing for another hour, at least.”

You do a mental shrug, lifting the too-long sleeve to your face where you rub it against your cheek, enjoying the scent of him that’s worn in to the material and decide that actually, that’s fine by you.

————

Head Canons

Going for a walk together is fun, but sometimes it’s a little difficult. You probably have to do two or three steps for every one of his and if he goes striding off then you have to run to catch up - this is why you insist on holding hands. You both love being out in nature though and it’s especially handy because he can lift you up with ease to take a closer look at a bird’s nest in a tree.

Selfies aren’t easy but you’ve managed to perfect it now - if he sits down and you kneel up then it’s workable but standing up selfies are a bust. He suggested ‘one of those stick things’ but even that didn’t improve matters much. Kissing, though… kissing is fun - lots of experimentation there. Sometimes he’ll pick you up for a quick smooch, or if you’re cuddling on the couch then it’s easy. Other than that, you stand up on to your tiptoes and he’ll bend down so that you can meet somewhere in the middle. One memorable time after he’d been abroad for too long you literally climbed up him when he came through into arrivals at the airport, one quick jump and a bit of scrabbling and then you were sat happily with your legs wrapped around his waist while he supported you easily with one arm.

Sometimes he teases you - bending his knees until he’s eye level with you and looking around, proclaiming how ‘everything looks different from down here’. Or he’ll move some of the every day kitchen items up to the top shelves, just to watch you stretch up as tall as you can - sniggering as you bat at things with your fingertips in a bid to topple them down for you to catch. One time out walking in the rain, he called you to an urgent halt and you wondered what happened - only for him to scoop you up and carry you across a puddle (“Can’t have you getting swept away, can we?”).

In bed? Well, he loves to say that height doesn’t matter once you lay down and he’s definitely right when it comes to a few things… Spooning in bed is the best and occasionally he even lets you be the big spoon (“Just so long as you mind where you’re putting those tiny popsicles you call feet!”). He’s so big that you can just climb all over him - lay right on him if you choose to. He sometimes threatens to do it back to you and so if you’re feeling playful you’ll roll off him and tell him to do his worst. Nothing like the feeling you get from him kneeling astride you with a smirk before he captures both your wrists in one huge hand and pins them above your head. You don’t know if there’s a word for ‘feeling so vulnerable but at the same time so safe’ but there certainly should be.

#the undertaker #undertaker #this character lives in my head rent free #taker x reader #wwe #wwf #american badass #undertaker x reader

[incendio22]

FOR THE HOPE OF IT ALL

Chapter 9: Quidditch Try-Outs

Normally the try-outs happen in early September, but given last year's prohibition of quidditch Headmaster Black decided that the try-outs would take place in mid-October. A month had passed and Ominis had not come closer to figuring the prophecy out. Since classes weren't taking up all of my time, I had plenty of hours to practice duelling in the Undercroft as well as improving my skills on the broom. At this point, I was a more than solid flyer and Imelda had even let me practice as a keeper which I had gotten better and better at.

It is October 11th and as I step out on the quidditch field I am surrounded by other Slytherin students that are trying out for the team. You can barely see more than 10 metres ahead due to the heavy fog and massive raindrops that are covering the castle. Some second and third-years are warming up on their brooms while some people are trying to catch the snitch, unsuccessfully. This isn't looking hopeful for Slytherin, I think.

''Y/n!'' It's Imelda's highly pitched voice coming from the centre of the field. ''I'm so glad you're trying out. With you on our team, we might actually have a chance at winning this year's quidditch cup!''

''You convinced me after all that training. This, however, isn't looking too hopeful.'' I say and nod towards the younger Slytherin students trying to chase the snitch.

Imelda is wrinkling her nose and gives me a funny look. As a matter of fact, she is growing on me and I do not despise her nearly as much as I used to. She sighs and presses her thumb and index finger on her nasal bone.

''Don't get started.'' She says angrily as if she's on the verge of a breakdown. ''But I have seen you. You're a fast flyer. And your vision is solid. Maybe you'll make the cut for seeker.''

I had never spent much time thinking about which position I would want to have, but keeper is the one I feel most comfortable with. Finally, Imelda announces that it's my turn to try out. She lets me protect the goals, which I do successfully. But before I touch the ground she stops me. She holds the golden snitch in her hand.

''I want to see how well you do as a seeker.'' She releases her firm gold of the snitch and it quickly finds its way somewhere in the fog, nowhere to be seen. ''Off you go! Find it!''

I take off, trying to see but my attempts are unsuccessful. Eventually, when it feels as if my face is gonna fall off from the cold I see it. After having it within eyesight for a moment, I manage to catch it and get down on the ground. I hold it in front of Imelda proudly. She looks even more proud than me.

''Well done.'' She actually looks impressed.

She announces that try-outs are over and she will announce later tonight who made it on the team and who didn't.

The day passes and it takes me a solid few hours to get the heat back up. I'm wearing my warmest sweater as I make my way towards the common room. On the way I pick up a hot cup of tea, not really because I want to drink it but because I need to get my fingers warm. The Slytherin common room is cold naturally, but right now it feels colder than ever.

I see Imelda standing in front of the massive windows facing the Black Lake, surrounded by almost every Slytherin student. You can feel the tension in the air - The nervosity, the pride. I recognize many of them from earlier today, at the quidditch field. Sebastian is sitting in a couch with his face buried deep into a book, seeming completely unaware that the entire house of Slytherin is standing next to him. It always fascinated me how he could just disappear into a book like that, letting it consume his entire surroundings. As Imelda announces the positions for chasers, beater and keeper I don't hear my name. This means that I either didn't make the cut, or I'm becoming our new seeker.

''And our last announcement is for our new seeker...'' She is letting the tension build up and everyone seems most excited to hear about this specific position. Finally she breaks the silence. ''Welcome our new seeker - Y/n!''

Everyone is applauding and cheering, but I don't care about their praise. I look at Sebastian and for the first time since I arrived he looks up from his book and stands up, clapping and cheering. My face lights up with joy and I run over to him. He holds out his arms and I hug him. His arms lifts me up firmly and spins me around. I feel dizzy from the euphoric feelings that are running through my body. I'm not sure if it's his touch, or the fact that I managed to get the most desired position on the team.

''Not bad for a new girl.'' He says and grins. ''Sporty and good at duelling? You never stop surprising me.''

''I have more layers than that.'' I say with a cocky tone. ''You just don't know all of them yet.''

''Is that so?'' He tilts his head, still grinning but also looking a bit intrigued. ''Well, then I simply must be enlightened.''

''I'm rather good at potions.'' I say and he looks confused and surprised.

''I'm aware of that. Are you telling me that you're actually not full of surprises, Y/n?'' He mocks me. ''Are you telling me that I actually  do read you like a book?''

I shake my head frustratedly. He pulls me away and leads me out into the castle corridor.

''Have you heard about the Room of Requirement?'' He asks as soon as we leave the common room.

I nod.

''Then I demand you show me yours. If it is what I expect, you owe me one. If it's not, then I guess I owe you one.'' He says and starts leading the way.

When we enter the Room of Requirement, my room, and his muth falls to the floor when he sees the walls covered in books. Almost all of them are unread and untouched, but they still impress him. Above us, the sky full of stars shows itself through the glass ceiling and he also notices the balcony with a grand telescope. He actually looks surprised.

''I have to admit, this is not what I expected.'' He says. ''Didn't know you were into astronomy this much.''

''The stars and the universe always fascinated me.'' I say. ''There's so much out there that we know nothing about. It just gets me every time.''

''I get it. It's the same way for me when it comes to books.'' He says in an understanding voice. ''I guess I owe you one, then. Anytime, new girl.''

#sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow x you #slytherin #fanfic #hogwarts legacy #fanfiction #ominis gaunt #for the hope of it all

[tealeafgrimm]

Next Steps?

Severus Snape x Reader Words: 1.2k Summary: After you suggest moving in with him, Severus avoids you and you want to know why. Confronting him proves to be more difficult than you thought.

It wasn't that he wasn't happy about your proposal. He just didn't expect it. Not now, and to be honest with himself, not at any other time either.

One must not misunderstand the whole thing. He was happy to have you by his side. He loved you. But, the thought of moving in with you scared him.

Not because he was afraid of you, but afraid that you would realize you deserved better than him. And since he wasn't the best at expressing his feelings verbally, he chose to let it go.

Already during your conversation you had noticed how his mood, his attitude, his whole appearance changed. He had become increasingly quiet, had hardly looked at you, and had finally given you only a mixture of muttering and grumbling as an answer before he had disappeared from his office with brisk steps.

At that moment, you had blamed it on the stress of a long day at work and resolved to address him about it at another time. But that had since turned out to be more difficult than you thought.

In the meantime, Severus had managed to avoid you for almost two weeks, which was a real accomplishment. After all, you both worked and lived within the walls of Hogwarts and you were surprised how he still managed to avoid you so successfully.

Every morning, afternoon, and evening when you entered the Great Hall, Severus was either already finished with his meal, or he never came at all. So you had no choice but to sit next to the empty seat and eat your meal in his absence. By now, you suspected that he had ordered the house elves to bring his food to his office or quarters, so that he would have an even better chance of not running into you.

It hurt you that he didn't seem to want to talk to you. You didn't know what you had done wrong. You had merely asked him about moving in together during the summer break that was about to arrive. It would make a lot of things easier. After all, you were already spending almost every day together at the castle. Although you had agreed at the beginning of your relationship that you would continue to occupy separate rooms in the castle, that had to do with the fact that you considered it unprofessional.

Had he perhaps misunderstood you and thought that you wanted to move in with him here in the castle? Because that's not what you meant. Not because you didn't love him, but because you thought it was important that you each had your own retreat within Hogwarts.

If you ran into him in the hallway, he would just give you a quick glance and then disappear around the next corner. Or he wouldn't respond to you at all, and wouldn't stop when you approached him.

And even when you tried to intercept him after his last lesson in the dungeons, he always managed to be one step ahead of you. You suspected that he was ending his lessons five minutes early to avoid you. When you knocked on his office door, it remained locked and the same was true for his private rooms.

The whole thing had to stop. If he didn't want to live with you, okay, but you at least wanted him to tell you in person and not run away from you like a little kid. You could continue your relationship as before; from your side it had only been a suggestion.

So, you decided to take him by surprise, to get ahead of him, not to give him a chance to hide. It was the last lesson of the afternoon and you were getting closer to the end of the lesson. "Okay, I need to end class a little early today. Remember to turn in your essays on Monday," you ended your lesson, to the great delight of your fifth graders.

With quick steps, you exited your classroom and all but flew down the myriad of stairs until you finally stood in front of the dungeon classroom where Severus was teaching his last lesson of the day.

You took one last deep breath and opened the door. All heads turned to see who was interrupting the lesson. Severus expression was skillfully unreadable. Yet you knew him too well. You knew he knew why you were here. And you also knew that your tactics had worked. He was surprised.

"Professor Y/L/N, to what do I owe the honor?" he asked, bored, as he turned back to his blackboard, where he was writing down homework.

"Oh, I just wanted to make sure we could have a quick chat after class. The last few days, we've always missed each other, unfortunately," you replied, and you couldn't help but make your words sound a little snarky. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see some of the students giving each other questioning looks.

"Of course," Severus grumbled, but ignored you for the last ten minutes of his class. When the last student had left the classroom, you closed the door and turned to Severus. "We need to talk. And I'm serious, so it would be nice of you to at least give me a look." With a sigh, he looked at you. "Y/N, I've had a long day, does it really have to be..." "Yes, it must be now. You're running away from me. I'm not stupid after all. You're trying to avoid me and I want to know why. Might it have something to do with my proposal? Because if it did, Severus, that's one of the stupidest reasons ever. If you don't want to move in with me, that's fine with me. It's not the end of the world after all. But I'd at least like to hear it from you yourself."

For a short time, you thought that he had not listened to you, because you could not see any movement on his part. Finally, he looked at you.

"It's not just the housing situation. I...am not good enough for you. You deserve better than me." You didn't know what to answer, you weren't expecting that response.

"What are you talking about? I love you and I'm old enough to make my own decisions."

"I'm afraid of what the future will bring Y/N. You know everything is changing. The Dark Lord is back and it won't be long before my past mistakes will be avenged, I don't want to drag you into that, you don't deserve it."

"Nothing in your past, changes how I feel about you. I knew who you used to be before we started dating and it didn't stop me, did it? Why would it now? You've changed, you have Dumbledore on your side, the Order, me."

"I don't want anything to happen to you." His voice was no louder than a whisper and you could see how hard it was for him to talk about his feelings.

You took his face in your hands and pressed your lips to his.

"You are not alone. I'm always with you and if you'd rather we didn't move in together, that's okay. But I don't want to lose you, you know?"

He nodded and kissed you again.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have ignored you. I love you."

#severus snape x professor!reader #severus snape #severus snape x y/n #severus snape x you #severus snape x reader #severus x reader #severus x you #severus x y/n #one shot #harry potter series #harry potter oneshot #reader insert #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter

[smokeyfuzz]

Wicked Games: Nine

“You’re dislocated, don’t be like that.

And you smile when you dive in, like you’re never coming back.

So hold my body; yeah, hold my breath.

See your face when I black out, I’m never coming back”

- Fear of the Water by SYML

You sit on the bleachers facing the track outdoors, the wind lightly blowing your hair around as you watch the Tokyo students prepare for the Kyoto event. 

You hadn’t heard back from Satoru in weeks since everything was left in such a mess. You were mostly trying not to think about it, focusing on your work, the remaining first years, and the second years who had returned. 

Your gaze follows the training students below - Nobara with Panda and Toge, Megumi discussing something with Maki. You can’t help the way it reminds you of old times.

The sound of metal rings into the air, two staffs colliding as the two boys trained together. Satoru, quick, confident, and observant. Suguru a quiet storm, working in a defensive mode to counter Satoru’s offensive approach. 

Shoko is perched against the chain link fence beside you, cigarette between her lips. She seems bored. 

Suguru sneaks a peak in your direction and you give him a shy smile, Satoru successfully managing to land a blow. Suguru’s eyes return to his friend, a mischievous smirk and cold look to his eyes. 

They continue fighting until eventually they tire out, returning to you and your friend. Suguru stops beside you, pulling you into his chest as he kisses you.

“Hmm, hey,” he smiles down at you. 

“Hey yourself,” you smile up at him. You guys had been dating for the better part of a year now, your romance having started almost as soon as you joined the technical school. Since then it had been a whirlwind romance in your equally dangerous lives.

“Get a room,” Shoko sighs as she smirks at you in mock disgust, Satoru looking at the ground.

Suguru, with his arms wrapped around your waist and your back flushed to his chest, leans into your space nuzzling his face into your neck. 

“Not a bad idea-”

You blush as you lean away from his lips. 

“You need a shower,” you note, your eyes falling on Satoru, his own hair sticking to his forehead. “Both of you.”

Suguru kisses your neck before pulling away as he notices your teacher, Yaga, moving in your direction. Satoru looks over his shoulder, noticing his professor. 

“What did you two do now?” you asked with a laugh, earning a smirk from both boys. 

You shake your head, letting the memory fade away. Thinking about Suguru was still painful. You felt most of the time like you were mourning him. As Satoru had said - the man you knew died the day he left the school, even when you prayed it wasn’t true. And then there was Satoru. Whatever was going on between the two of you now, it was messy and confusing. He had always been more affectionate with you, but you had always chalked it up to Satoru being Satoru. So what if there was more to it and you had missed it all these years because you were stuck in the past? Even then, could you honestly entertain the idea of Satoru? 

You run a hand through your hair, looking down at the notebook in your lap. You were getting ahead of yourself and there were bigger priorities right now. Whatever your feelings were, you had to set them aside so you could focus on your work and the students. Right now, you were one of the primary lines of defense against Suguru if he came back, which meant you couldn’t let the past control you.

The students continue training throughout the day and you guide them along, until finally the end of the day comes and you walk Megumi back to his room. It had been awhile since you had spoken to him - the events of Yuji’s death seemed to stir something in him as he disappeared shortly after to “take care of something”. You had noticed it relatively early, but didn’t pry him on the matter. You knew how Megumi was and if he wanted to talk about it, then he would. 

“How have you been?” you asked.

“I’m alright,” Megumi replies after a moment of silence. 

You reach his room and you stop him before he disappears. 

“Y’know, it’s fine to not be,” you give a small, reassuring smile. 

Megumi gives a stiff nod, clearly uncomfortable with talking about his emotions - even in your company, someone he has known for so long. You decide not to press him further on it, letting him know if he does want to talk to you and then waving goodbye to him just as your phone rings.

You catch yourself hoping it’s Satoru, his unwarranted long period of silence with you having you on edge. Even when he was away, Satoru always reached out with phone calls and text messages. Instead, Nanami’s name filters across the screen. You're surprised to see him calling you, as you haven’t heard much from him since he’s been bouncing between missions after Yuji’s death.

“I’ve got a case I need you on,” he spoke into the phone. 

He sounded distracted, a bit gruff. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion at the state of his voice, but you found yourself nodding before realizing he couldn’t see you. Nanami didn’t often ask for help - he was a component and skilled sorcerer - which meant he had a seriously dangerous case.

“Yeah, of course. I’ll inform Yaga of my leave, make sure someone is watching the students,” you said, walking to your office for your belongings - namely your weapons and thigh holster. “Text me your location and I’ll be there as soon as possible.”

***

When you met with Nanami it was late in the evening, finding him setting up base in some hotel. You had knocked on his room’s door and after another round of knocks, he answered. 

You were surprised by the sight in front of you - a shirtless Nanami with a bloodied bandage to his side. Your eyes went wide, moving into the space as he shut the door behind you. 

“Nanami,” you murmured, gingerly moving your fingers to his exposed stomach, inspecting the bandages. Your skin lightly grazed his and you didn’t miss the unmistakable tension from his abs in the action.

“I’ll be fine,” he said stoically, but as you moved to inspect the damage further, he flinched into your touch, causing you to give a doubtful glare, instructing him to sit on the bed while you care for the wound.

“What happened?” You were moving around the bathroom, surprised to find it spotless aside from the bloody towel in the trash-bin. It was a lot of blood. You grimaced, finding some medical supplies and fresh towels.

“Ran into some issues with a curse-user,” he noted, watching as you returned to the space and knelt in front of him. He couldn’t help but observe as your eyebrows knitted together in concentration, face holding a slight frown from his state.

“I take it this is the special-grade you mentioned?” You don’t glance up from your work, focusing on unwrapping his bandage as you begin to clean the wound with some antiseptic and gauze. He hisses a bit and you mumble a sorry. “I don’t quite have Shoko’s techniques mastered to properly care for others.”

He shakes his head as if he doesn’t mind. “It is. I’ve been tracking him for a better part of a week - only managed to catch up to him today.”

You glance up at him from under your lashes as you begin to apply a new bandage, his side finally not bleeding as much. “Well I hope you managed to give him Hell,” you say with a soft smile. His own lip twitches into a small smile before you look back down at your work. “Is this too tight?”

“No, it’s fine thank you,” he replies, his own voice becoming more clear as he looks away from you. “I did do some damage - but the report indicated a first-grade. Somehow he’s gotten more powerful since then.”

You frown as you stand, discarding the used material and putting away the supplies. When you return you lean against the wall, arms crossed, as Nanami begins to button-up his shirt that had previously been on the bed. 

“Is it just me or do curses and curse-users seem to be getting more bold? First Sukuna, the incident at the detention center, Suguru, and now this,” you motion to his frame as you bite your lip in thought. “Somethings going on.” 

Nanami is quiet, contemplating your words. He hasn’t missed the warning signs either - the change in atmosphere regarding curses. Something was off and the sooner it was discovered, the better. 

You push off the wall, motioning to the door. “But, we aren’t going to make some serious headway until tomorrow morning - give your body some time to heal and rest. I’ll be staying in the room across the hall.”

He looks like he’d like to refute, but backs down as his side stings with pain. He nods and wishes you goodnight as you leave..

***

You’re investigating the decaying hallway of the abandoned asylum, Nanami having informed you of the case this morning as you made your way to the building.

From what you gathered, the curse-user could alter your perception of reality and was highly skilled in combat. As Nanami described, they would trap you within the confines of your mind and unleash a fury of attacks. An attack on the mind and body. And that was what he currently knew - meaning there was likely more information still to be learned regarding their abilities. Aside from that, they had been killing citizens within the area and murdering sorcerers who came looking. Essentially, they were a serial killer personified with supernatural abilities. Great.

“Why does it always have to be desolate buildings,” you murmur as Nanami walks a few feet ahead of you, eyes trained to spot the curse energy. Truth be told, it wasn’t hard to miss. There was a crazy amount in the area - the problem was it wasn’t all from the curse user as many curses had appeared to take up residence here. Most of the ones you came across were easy enough to deal with, a flick of your wrist or Nanami’s blade had them shatter out of existence.

“How are you?” you ask as you scurry up to his side. You never liked this side of your work - it’s why you taught. Meanwhile, Satoru and even Suguru - when you were together - believed you had potential for so much more. Even if that was the case, you still held back.

Nanami glances at you briefly before his gaze falls to his wound. You had cleaned and mended him once more before leaving.

“It’s better,” he replied, a tight line across his lips. He was still in pain, but he had a job to perform and he’d prefer completing it.

You go to question him when you hear movement in the distance. A woman emerges, chuckling as she eyes you both. She’s shockingly beautiful with mysterious eyes, curves, and a young face. Honestly, she looked to be no more than 20. 

“Back for more, pretty boy?” She grinned and then her eyes fleeted to you, a pout on her lips. “Aww, you brought a friend. I don’t know if I should be jealous or happy to have another plaything.”

She perches her arms behind her back, tracing the hallway towards you each. “Really, your looks are sooo lost on their side,” she smirked to Nanami, sneering at the mention of the sorcerers. Her eyes flicker towards you again, apprising you - your weapons on your thigh holster, your cursed energy, and the school button you had sewn into your fighting gear.

“Mmm, you’re powerful,” she licks her lips. “I can almost taste your curse energy. Delicious.” 

You go to move into a fighting position but find yourself paralyzed - Nanami also unable to budge. Well shit. She wags her finger as she approaches you each, hand grazing along the back of Nanami’s shoulders before moving to you, hands combing through your hair. She stops in front of you each, leaning in close: “Ah, ah, ah. I’m not done yet.” She pecks you each on the lips, annoyance and slight panic on each of your features. Leaning into your ear, she whispers: “Go to sleep…”

Your eyelids begin to flutter close, finding yourself collapsing on the ground as you see Nanami being dragged away.

***

“Hey sleepyhead,” your eyes slowly blink open as you're greeted with a soft kiss, warm eyes looking down at you.

You smile up, taking in the sharp features of the man in front of you. “How long was I asleep?”

He rolls away from you, glancing at the alarm clock on his side of the bed before folding his body over yours’ again, face hovering over your own. “It’s almost noon.” He brushes his nose against yours’ before pulling away, hair tickling your face as you laugh lightly from the action. “Hmm, love that smile.” He leans forward, pecking your lips once more. 

You comb your fingers through his hair like you’ve done so many times before, always that one piece in front of his eyes. “Love you Suguru,” you murmur. 

He blushes slightly, a content smirk on his lips before he pulls away with a pout from you. He laughs as he rolls off the bed and you take in his naked body - muscular back, toned limbs, cute butt - as he walks into the bathroom to shower. 

A content sigh falls from your lips as you glance at the nightstand beside you - a photo of you and Suguru at your wedding. He was dressed in formal traditional robes, you wore an ivory modern kimono with a Western twist. You looked happy and in love, but you found yourself frowning. You don’t remember the day, but you knew it was your wedding. You slowly sit up in the bed, slipping out of the covers as you wrap yourself in a short robe. You remembered that robe - the silk one from your home. You bought it at a flea market a few years back. You look around the room some more - the warmth of the sun filtering through the sheer curtains that covered the expansive windows overlooking the countryside outside. More photos of Suguru and you were throughout the room: a photostrip from your first date when you dragged him into a photobooth, photos of your engagement party, and then finally one photo that stuck out to you - a sonogram. Your hand with your wedding band drifted down to your stomach, now noticing the small bump there. You were growing confused and frightened now - many of these memories you didn’t recall making. And where were the photos you took while at school with your friends?

Suddenly Suguru emerges from the bathroom, hair down and body damp with a towel wrapped around his waist. He notices your expression, eyes furrowing together in confusion.

“Sweetheart?”

You take a small step back. This was wrong. This felt wrong. 

“Y/n?” Suguru is moving closer to you now and suddenly his actions remind you of something else - something real. Wet body - wet hair. Your apartment as he moved towards you, asking about Sukuna. His cruelty and the love hidden behind his eyes. Suddenly a crack of thunder and lighting goes outside, despite there being no rain and only sun. Your eyes flicker towards the distraction briefly, your gaze falling back to Suguru is now suddenly in front of you - in your space. 

He looks different - the tenderness behind his eyes are gone, a dark look in his eyes as he gives you a condescending look. His once normal arm looks scarred and damaged and before you know it, it’s grabbing you by the back of your hair and forcing you to look up at him from an uncomfortable angle. 

“Let go of me,” you hiss.

He’s repeating the words from the forest. “You want me, want this.”

“This isn’t real,” you snap. 

He gives you one last smirk, seemingly proud of you for figuring it out. “Bingo.”

You startle awake from the cold floor, head aching and heart pounding from the dream you had just experienced. You quickly inspected yourself - seemingly fine of any wounds - before quickly getting up as you realized the absence of Nanami. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

You're running down the hallway quickly, tracking the cursed energy of the curse-user until finally you come across the woman straddling over a barely conscious Nanami. He’s bloody and bruised, but you can tell he’s still breathing - barely. 

She looks to you from where she is. “You woke up sooner than I anticipated.”

“Get away from him,” you warned, careful steps moving in her direction. 

She gives you a bored look before gazing back down at Nanami, finger running down the side of his chiseled jaw. “He’s so handsome,” she said, ignoring you. “Why didn’t you dream of him?” You freeze momentarily, a wicked smirk on her lips. “Don’t get me wrong, Suguru is equally handsome. I met him once - I would know,” you don’t miss the suggestive tone to her voice, “But him,” her fingers trace his lips, “So pretty.” 

She looks at you again, genuine curiosity in her eyes. “Would you like to know what he dreamed? ”

“I said get away from him.”

“Ugh, you're no fun,” she moves to stand. “He dreamed of you, y’know. You were somewhere warm - a beach in the tropics and let me tell you-” she fans herself “-there is so much more behind that button-up.”

You don’t know whether to believe her or not, deciding it's safer to assume she is lying. No time to get caught up in the semantics. 

“I’m only going to warn you once,” your hand moves towards your throwing knife, pulling it out. “Stop this. Stop hurting people.” 

“Or what?” she scoffs. She looks back down at Nanami, inspecting her work. “It’s so much fun pulling people apart.” She looks giddy in her words as she finds herself being pulled back to him to continue her attack.

You don’t give her time, quickly throwing the blade in your hand as it makes contact with her cheek, a deep cut forming as blood begins to trickle down it. Her eyes move to yours, surprise registering as it returns to you.

“Cursed weapon?”

“Made especially for me.”

She stands, squaring off against you as she pulls out her own dual-edged twin daggers as she gives you a menacing look. “You're really going to wish you didn’t do that.”

She rushes you then, her movements quick and agile as she moves around the space until finally your blocking one another’s moves, metal hitting metal, and blood being drawn from you each. She manages to jut the blade out just right, cutting through the material of your clothes and slicing your leg deeply. Your leg nearly buckles but you remain standing, waiting for your opening until finally you grab her wrist. Then you notice Nanami over her shoulder and you realize his chest is no longer rising or falling. Rage, fear, and sadness suddenly fill you.

She falls to her knees almost immediately, panic crossing her features as both of her weapons fall to the ground. A reddish-orange color begins to circle around you from your cursed energy being activated, the pupils in your eyes matching the shade as it appears like a ring of blazing fire. 

“Vitality depletion,” your words are cold and sharp and she begins to squirm in your hold, fear taking hold. The color in her features begin to fade, cheeks growing hollow and skin dry. Tears prick her eyes.

“Please,” she begs hoarsely. 

“I thought it was fun pulling people apart,” you snap, repeating her words to her. You can’t stop thinking of Nanami. He couldn’t be dead. He just couldn’t. Too many people were dying. First Yuji, then possibly him. And Satoru was nowhere to be seen…

Too many people are dying. The thought shakes you to your core as the girl before continues to whimper and plead, growing more and more weak by the second. Suguru crosses your mind - the unmistakable cold smirk - so proud of your abilities. Do it, he had murmured in those woods. 

You pulled your hand away quickly and the girl collapsed to the ground, unconscious but breathing. The goal had been to trap her - not kill her. Your breathing heavy from your own actions, shocked from your lack of control.

You rush over to Nanami, wincing from the pain in your leg as you collapse onto the ground beside him. You look over his body frantically before resting your hands on his chest, doing the only thing you could think of: CPR. 

You pumped his chest and then performed mouth-to-mouth several times, hoping to kickstart his heart. He still didn’t move, tears now falling down your cheeks.

“Please,” you cried, head falling to his chest. 

Suddenly you felt a warm energy emitting from your fingertips and you glanced at your hands confused, a soft golden glow encompassing them. Your eyebrows furrowed together just as the energy began to die down, but you were distracted by the sound of Nanami coughing below you. Your eyes went wide, leaning forward until your cradled his head and pressed a sloppy kiss to his forehead, crying happily as he gave you a startled look. You looked like a mess - blood, sweat, tears, and snot on your face.

“What?”

You hugged him. “Thank God,” you murmured into his ear.

He groaned, slowly sitting up as you followed him. “Y/n? What happened?” He looked down at his chest, the blood covering his shirt - your own injuries - and then the passed out curse-user behind you. He goes to stand up on shaky legs, helping you up.

You're grinning like an idiot at him. “I don’t know - one minute you were just-”

“Just what?” He’s inspecting himself now - his injuries all but gone. 

“Dead,” you gulp, “I just, I just touched you and there was a light and then you woke up.”

“I thought you couldn’t use reverse technique on others,” he stated.

“I can’t - I didn’t,” you look down at your hands. “I’m not sure what that was.”

He gives you a worried look before his gaze falls back to the curse-user. “Well, you can use techniques on yourself. I’ll get her taken care of - you mend yourself.”

You watch Nanami move towards her, taking out a cursed object presumably to be used to transport her back to the school to be judged by the higher ups and established clan where she would undoubtedly be either executed or imprisoned. Looking back down at yourself, you begin to mend your leg, wincing from the pain as a scar forms over the cut. You mend the other injuries, not quite as serious as your leg, before moving towards Nanami who is on the phone with someone. He hangs up just as you approach him. 

“Hot date?” you joke, trying to ignore the words from earlier on Nanami’s dream and the strange look he is giving you since you used whatever that technique was.

“Another case,” he replied simply, your eyebrows furrowing together. Was it really safe for him to do another one so soon? “Come on, let’s get her back.”

“Right, no overtime,” you mumble, moving with him and the girl towards the exit.

You look over your shoulder one last time, a chill running down your spine, the feeling as if someone or something was watching you. Nanami stopped near the doors, turning to you. 

“You alright?” he asked, inspecting you closely. 

“I-” you go to speak, inspecting the decrepit lobby in front of you, shaking your head as you look back at him. “Nevermind. Let’s go.”

Mahito emerged from the wall as he watched your figure retreat with the blond, a crazed smile and laugh erupting from him. What fun,” he thought before skipping away into the darkness.

#Jujutsu Kaisen #jjk angst #jjk x y/n #jjk #jjk reader insert #gojo satoru smut #satoru x reader #toxic attraction #toxic relationship #toxicsuguru #getou suguru x reader #suguru smut #nanami kento #slow burn #friends to lovers #messylove #messyfriends #enemies to lovers #jjk romance #drama #action #mahito

[time-traveler-tourney]

More Gay Grass Lizard Propaganda!

Unlike a lot of time travelers on this list, Grovyle didn't go back in time to save himself. Grovyle went back in time with his partner knowing full well that their actions would erase themselves from the time stream entirely. Upon being sent back in time, the time portal was messed up and he was separated from his partner. Despite all this he still set out on his mission to change the future, even after his partner (now with amnesia) is tricked by his rival into fighting him. This lizard wanted to punch god so bad he was willing to sacrifice his entire existence to do so. He could have bowed down like his rival, Dusknoir, but instead he kept fighting through everything knowing full well he'd never get to see the better future he was creating. He even eventually managed to talk his own rival into joining him.

Despite several gods across several timelines trying to stop him, Grovyle pushed through until the end. Sacrificing himself so that his partner could land the final blow.

So vote for this lizard, because he is not just a lizard. He is the only video game character to successfully make me cry at his self sacrifice. He knew very little but pain, even being forced to watch his partner become partners with someone else and hunt him down. And despite all that he never gave up fighting for a future he knew had to be better than his.

Everything ends eventually. Even if history is not changed... Even if the world of darkness continues in its current state... Eventually the day will come when I won't be here anymore. Since that's the case, the timing of it doesn't matter. The important thing is not how long you live... It's what you accomplish with your life.

While I live, I want to shine. I want to prove that I exist. If I could do something really important... That would definitely carry on into the future. No... Not just into the future. In <Hero>'s and <Partner>'s future too... My spirit has become part of them, I believe. In them, my spirit is alive. And that spirit could be passed along to others. And so, if I were to disappear...I think all that I have accomplished will go on. That is... That would mean...that it's living, right?

-Grovyle

Yeah ok I’ll admit that sounds cool

#words of the mod #ask #grovyle

[time-bone-swap-au]

I wanted to draw a comic, but instead placed this for a convo writing instead.

Besides I don’t really have the energy at the moment.

This takes place in: Third Time’s a Charm

Tw: Mentions of Cannibalism.

MK: Don’t look at me like that, I don’t want you to starve.

Macaque: What’s the occasion?

MK: Had some food leftover, Jin and Yin aren’t coming home for dinner so I decided why not feed it to the rat.

Macaque: I thought the pig usually made noodles?

MK: I cooked this time, just saved the Celestial Realm from terrible danger and insisted that I’d do the cooking for my slight disappearance half-way

Macaque: Well no wonder it’s steak, seems like that’s the only thing you know how to cook.

MK: Shut up and eat your food.

Macaque sighed and took a bite out of the food, as much as he didn’t want to admit, he was kinda hungry.

He wanted to starve himself, kill himself and reincarnate for all he cares.

But he knows this psycho would do everything in his power to shove him back into the mortal realm. The only thing he can do now is comply…

Macaque munched on the meat, however almost immediately he tasted it a bit off.

It was certainly tasty yes, almost an in-between of chicken and pork.

He would certainly be concerned if it was pork, Pigsy was a pig and he considered him a father figure.

So…what was this…?

Macaque: What is this anyway? I’d be concerned if this was pork meat since that’s what it tastes like, or is Pigsy still the same as his past life cause this kinda tastes like pork a little-?

MK: You really wanna know?

Macaque: Look kid, if you’re stereotyping me with eating humans, I don’t really do that…I…I did cannibalism yes…but not…not really with-

MK: It’s Lion’s Meat

Macaque:…

MK:…

Macaque:…?!

Macaque immediately started to look at the steak in horror dropping his utensils and pushing the chair off balance.

MK: Yeah…it did taste good, quite the hunt actually.

MK: I was afraid I burnt the meat a little but then Pigsy said it was fine, tasted it myself and damn no wonder rich people get to eat something like this.

Macaque wanted to puke, he gagged as he realized what he just ate.

MK: Such a shame I only get to taste it once in a lifetime…it was hard cutting him up as well, even getting him out of the Celestial Realm was a tough thing to do, but I managed to successfully carve him out in time for the party.

Macaque wanted to stop listening, he wanted to carve his ears out and go dead just from MK’s monologue.

Was this…?

He couldn’t…!

Not him…!

Macaque finally barfed out the food, gagging in disgust as he did so.

MK: Oh. Did you not like it after all?

MK: Or did the realization that you were munching ever so delicately on your sworn brother finally hit you?

Macaque’s eyes grew wide as he continued to vomit the rest of the contents. Panting and looking at MK in disgust and anger.

Macaque: You…

Macaque: YOU BASTARD!

MK: Now, here’s an example of what happens when you cross me…

MK: Don’t

MK: I’m not as merciful as I was Six-Eared Macaque, let this be a simple reminder

MK disappeared from the prison, Macaque stared at the plate of meat.

He went to bed afterwards.

He lost his appetite.

———————————————————————————-

Yeah…When I said MK was too far gone…he was too far gone.

And uh…after the whole ‘Azure Lion killed Wukong’ you bet your ass when he thought he was dead for a bit he was willing to kill Azure then and there.

But decided on it afterwards, poor Azure was betrayed before his death.

But yeah-

At this point the only definition of mercy for MK is outright murder.

#lmk au #lego monkie kid #time bone swap au #lmk mk #lmk qi xiaotian #lmk macaque #Third Time’s a Charm

[pansexualbadude]

Aftermath of YKW 1 || or, How to Redeem a Dead Chairman

The last thing he could clearly remember was his own scream.

❂❂❂

Blindingly white petals fluttered around as the scene unfolded, attacks flying from either side of the battlefield. Almost all of Mt. Wildwood had been turned white; a forest of faded leaves. A small clearing, near the back, held a large tree home to the Yokai Elevator. The only thing standing between him and the ultimate domination of the human world was a 12-year-old kid and his yokai friends.

Baddinyan and Bruff were in the front getting heavy hits in against the yokai chairman, with the former also inspiriting from time to time. Baddinyan ducked as a tentacle went piercing overhead, managing to get a few slashes in on it in the process. Blandon was busy concealing the healer, Pinkiepoo, while the second-mentioned kept everyone at a reasonable health. In the meantime, Katie was busy purifying the two negatively inspirited; Bloominoko and Leadoni. McKraken sent out beams up from the ground which the party managed to narrowly dodged, ignoring the groans about a singed pompadour coming from the front row. After successfully purifying the snake and oni yokai, Katie handed a spirit talisman to Pinkiepoo before seeing them off. Leadoni and Bruff exchanged knowing glances.

The blue Oni raced over to the right of the chairman and stuck his tongue out at him.

“Hey! Look this way!” He shrieked over the pandemonium of the battlefield.

This caught the attention of the former chairman. He let out an ear piercingly loud laugh before turning to the little oni and sending a beam his way. Leadoni narrowly dodged it, feeling the energy barely miss his ear. He hardly had time to recover before having to dodge another two attacks.Concurrently, Bruff was behind McKraken and while he was distracted, slammed the spiked bat into his side. The squid-like beast roared in pain before finally going down.

“...I think he’s beat!” Bruff shouted to the others across the clearing.

Several cheers rang out, some louder than others. They all regrouped where Katie was to exchange congratulations, mini-celebrate, and general check up; making sure to stay a considerable distance away from the chairman’s body.

“Is everyone okay? Nobody badly hurt?” Katie asked, still a tad shaken up.

The group looked around at each other before Baddinyan spoke up, “Nyothin’ major as far as I can see, nyan. But,”

he turned to look at Bruff, speaking a little quieter. “At some point it looked like you got hit in the back, when he was sendin’ out the tentacles?”

“Eh, doesn’t feel like anythin’s wrong for now. Howzabout you two?” He said looking at Katie and Whisper.

“Well, I don’t think I’ll stop seeing him in my nightmares anytime soon, but other than that, I’m pretty good!” The former replied.Just as she finished speaking, the group felt something move the ground.

Katie turned around to see McKraken propped up on one leg, still appearing dazed.

“I don’t believe it…How could I possquidly lose?” He spoke, muddled and distressed, “What a calamity!”

Whisper came forwards from beside Katie, “Oh, please… Are you quite through?” “Let’s all experience your demise with a little bit of self-respect. As a butler, I am quite proud of all of us! Our cooperation was steller!”

“Well said! We did pretty great, doki!” Pinkiepoo chimed in.

“It’s like Lord Enma always said: The human world needs our friendship, not our control.”The yokai butler looked around at the motley crew.

“To witness the strength of friendship is both inspiring and humbling.”

“Whisper…that’s beautiful!” Katie said.“GRAAAAAAGH!” And with one last howl, as if on cue, McKraken’s body disappeared into a cloud of purple smoke. Katie yelled out a ‘woohoo!’ and was followed not long after by the others, cheering or just generally feeling proud.

“We did it! I’m so glad that’s finally over!”

“As am I. However, this isn’t over yet. There’s still the issue of his followers, and I’ve a feeling he won’t stay down forever.” Whisper floated past the chairman, closer to the yokai elevator.

With a sigh, he said:“If we’re going to finish this, we’ll need to seal this. Possibly permanently.”

There wasn’t but a beat of silence before the eventual collective response.

“What?!”

There was a variety of mixed reactions among the crowd; some confused, some understanding, and some…not so much.

Bruff stepped closer to the floating yokai, “That’s bull-”

“-woah, okay we are not finishing that, doki. But I agree, can you think of any other way we could solve this, Whisper?” Pinkiepoo asked, holding a hand out in front of Bruff in a futile attempt to cease his advancement. It was working surprisingly well.

“I wish that was the case. If McKraken was able to undo the seals the last few times, what is to stop him from trying again?”

“We’ll stop him. What was the point of all this if youse was gonna give him what he wants, anyways,” Bruff grumbled through gritted teeth.

Katie turned to Whisper, pleadingly,“Yeah! I can’t see you all leave again! These past two months have been some of the funnest in my life!”

“U-um, if this counts for anything, It’d do a better job of keeping people…everywhere safe if we were to…s-seal it versus trying to stop it e-every week,” Blandon added, “and we’ll have time to say goodbye this way.”

Bloominoko wailed dejectedly, “Noko noko! Ko… (It’s not fair! One bad yokai spoiled it for all of us…)”

“The yokai world is still in chaos, even though he’s gone. There are still a great deal of his followers who would want nothing more than to harness that power and take it to the human realm. The only way to stop that is to close the elevator.” Whisper reasoned.

“I…really hate to admit this, even to the marshmallow, but he’s got a point. If we go, we can at least make sure those goons aren’t able to come back,” Baddinyan agreed. Despite this and how much it makes sense logically, he knew it didn’t stop it from hurting like hell.

“Blegh, this is getting nowhere! How about a vote?” Leadoni suggests, standing on a high rock by the tree.

“I’ll keep score; me included of course! Ready?”

“I guess…”

“Sure! All’s fair in a show of hands.”

“Let’s get this over with.”

“Okay! Those for the elevator being sealed, bring a thumbs up! Those against, thumbs down.”

It was a pretty obvious vote with Whisper, Baddinyan, Blandon, Pinkiepoo, and (hesitantly) Bloominoko for it, Bruff, Katie, and Leadoni against it.

“Well, I guess that’s only fair…” Katie smiled sadly.

They all circled around the tree to watch Whisper seal the elevator.

“It’s now time to perform my final duty as your butler.” Whisper floated over to the door and pulled out a talisman.

He recited some sort of hymn before slapping the talisman onto the closed doors.

“This elevator is now closed for business!”

The structure started glowing as blue light rings with symbols on them started floating around it. They all got the feeling this was going to be goodbye.

“Well, it was nice knowing you, Katie!” Bloominoko says.

“I’m always going to miss having the best luck on the candy lottery, plus, who’s gonna play uno with me now?” Katie laughed with Bloominoko as he dissipated into light.

“Leadoni, try not to get any more children lost. High five?”

“No promises!” He reached up with his big hand and just as they made contact, he too vanished. Katie briskly walked over to Blandon; the yokai in question looked as if he would shrink into himself if he could.

She smiled as she approached him, hands behind her back, “Don’t think I forgot you! I’ll always remember our sword training together.”

“I don’t want to leave, you actually notice when I’m i-in a room…” Blandon said sorrowfully.

“We’ll always have our memories, and I’ll never forget you.”

She could’ve swore she felt her eyes start to sting this time. He disappeared with the wind, as if he was never there. Pinkiepoo stalked over and tapped her on the shoulder with his staff.

“Hey~! We’re gonna miss you over there. Try not to be too sad about it, okay?”

“Sniff, if you say so, Pinkie. Make sure to say hi to Enma for me!” She asked, choked up.

Pinkiepoo nodded, and both human and yokai teared up as he faded away. Katie walked over to the next two she would bid farewell to. Baddinyan was standing looking cool as ever, and Bruff right beside him; arms crossed over a purple and black jacket. She felt tears form in her eyes as she tried to smile at the two. Bruff furrowed his brow and kneeled down a little to face her.

“Hey, what’s the matter? You ain’t going soft on us now, are ya?” He gave her a pat on the shoulder.

“Hehe, maybe. Truthfully…you two were always like siblings to me…I can’t believe you all are leaving.”

Baddinyan gave a low sigh, “Hey man, we’ll see each other some other time, yeah? We’ll talk nyext time,'' the cat gave her a pat on the back, “this ain’t gonna be goodbye yet, nyan.”

“Yeah kid, who else ‘round here is gonna tease you endlessly? All ‘at aside, We really are gonna miss you, punk.” Bruff wiped at something under his shades, he must have gotten something in his eye.

Katie swiftly pulled them in for a hug, which was reciprocated once the shock wore off. It was almost as if she could still feel them as their spirits dispersed. Hearing the familiar sound of shifting in the air, she knew Whisper was nearby. Her butler—she would even go as far as to call him a friend—since the beginning. The one who allowed her to make such wonderful new friends. The yokai who gave her the watch and stuck by her side (most of the time; Nocturn was a one time thing, promise). She didn’t even know where to begin. Thank him, apologise, in the end, she opted for a bittersweet grin.

“You’re the best yokai butler in the world, I’m glad you bugged me to take the watch.”

“Hey! You practically begged for me to come with you; my charm is irresistible.”

“Sure, sure, believe what you want,” she jested, “I hope we meet again someday. It’s hard to picture a future without you all.”

“Likewise. No matter what, I’m sure you’ll do fine without me. You’ve proven more than capable,” Whisper gave a deep bow. He closed his eyes as he said, “my time as your butler has come to an end.”

And with that, he too faded to nothing but a distant memory. This time, there was nothing stopping the tears falling from her eyes. She looked up into the clouds and allowed herself a final moment of despair for her friends.

“I’ll never forget you guys.”

~End of chapter one~

#yokai watch #Badude #Baddinyan #Pinkipoo #Bloominoko #Leadoni #whisper yokai watch #fanfiction #Katie Forrester #Ok now with tags outta the way- #AGH. YOU DONT KNOW HOW SCARED I WAS TO POST THIS. #I have been wracking my brain on whether or not I should #And eventually I came to the conclusion: why not? #Maybe someone out there will like it TwT

[thescrumptiousstuffs]

Midnight Museum, episode 10 - The Magician Embodiment (aka the finale)

After Khatha was forced to destroy Chan’s skeleton, we see a flashback of Khatha being absolutely devastated when Chan was burned, resulting in him clutching his remnants for >100 years until Triphob’s grandfather found him and helped Khatha to focus his energy (and new found immortality) towards better outlet. This led to the foundation of the museum.

We then come back to the present, where Chan’s soul (now in Dome’s body) has taken hostage of Anthika and forcing a tense reunion with Khatha. We learn that the moon is breaking apart, which is likely the combination work of Chan’s dark power (thirsting for revenge) and The One (played masterfully by Nanon, who also played Dome at some point of this episode) - where The One has manipulated events to lead to the apocalypse.

Chan burned Khatha, still salty and angry about past event. Khatha accepted this, but woke up alive on Dome’s home planet (by now, I think we can safely said that Dome and Chan, while sharing the same face and powers are 2 different people!). And while Khatha will happily live with Dome on the small planet, he is tasked by the higher power (not really god? But also god? I got confused by this point)…to destroy Chan or otherwise earth will be destroyed. Khatha got send back, where he successfully defeated Chan (but devastating both parties, as you can really tell they still love each other).

At the same time, Dome’s soul got send back to earth, and he managed to possess The One’s body (Nanon again seamlessly playing a different role!). With the help of June and the asteroid rock (which we were introduced to in episode 4) managed to stop the moon from exploding.

But when Dome and June were supposed to meet Khatha at the museum, The One managed to repossess his body again, while sending Dome’s soul and body to a different timeline altogether (we later learn he got dropped in the middle of the war in 1943).

The One had a long monologue (and I must confess, I got lost with the explanation). But the gist is that he is Death (one of the four horsemen of apocalypse) from a different/alternate world where he already killed his own god and now searching for a new one? In the current world - he wants to get rid of the god in this current one too, because he wanted humans to have choice rather than preordained fate/destiny. The One believes Khatha can help him do so. But as we all know, Khatha is whipped for Dome - and the only questioned he asked (pretty much ignoring everything else that The One has said) - “Where’s Dome?” (Must appreciate the consistency of this man!)

And we learn that Dome and Khatha have essentially a connection with any universe they are set in, be it good or bad. They will always meet..but Dome is always set to have a trial…

While the above is playing out, Triphob made a quiet deal with the devil (using the same piano key that Bee made a deal with)…to save Bam’s life but with the expense of her memories of his…or something else??

We finished with The One disappearing (but promising Khatha that they will meet again), while Khatha using the magical phone booth that Tum has kindly fixed (while Tum himself managed to finally save a version of Phone!!!!) to find Dome who is currently lost in an alternate past time. He managed to reunite with Khatha (FINALLY!!!!) in 1943, but ohhhhh what’s this, Boon survived the killing by Anthika and stands in the midnight museum (did he took over while Khatha is away?)

(The finale gave me whiplash, the different timelines, alternate universe and Nanon/Gun playing multiple characters…🫣🫠…but I appreciate the actings. They are truly excellent actors!)

(On another note - Khatha and Dome, definitely not brotherly feelings 🫣😅🤷🏼‍♀️….)

(Also, the ending with Boon standing tall at the top of the staircase in the museum, gives us a hint of possibly season 2 - do you think Triphob may have actually betrayed Khatha when he made the deal with the devil? And now forced to work with Boon?)

#gmmtv series #midnight museum #episode 10 #tor thanapob #gun atthaphan #foei patara #ployphach phatchatorn #namtan tipnaree #nanon korapat #tay tawan #saiparn apinya

[red-the-ghost]

Ticci Toby X Reader Part 2/3

If you haven’t read part 1 click below to watch it or go to my profile!

The journey was rough, though trying to make conversation with Toby was worse. Every time you would say something about Tim or Brian he would cut you off and tell you something better- something about him with Tim and Brian. Eventually you stopped trying and focused on walking. It was getting slightly colder and to be honest not the greatest weather to be wandering around in. “What’s your story t-then?” After a few minutes of silence toby attempted to strike conversation. He had an axe in his right hand and would occasionally swing it around to ease the boredom of walking. “What?” You replied, completely oblivious of his question. Instead you were focused on his walking, the way after every few steps he would skip or change his walking pattern or speed. He turned his head to face you, diverting your attention to his eyes. “What’s your story? How’d you get here? You know how I got here. S-seems abit unfair I think.” You laughed not wanting to answer his question. He nudged your arm- pressing for a response. “I don’t know, slenderman saved me I guess..” you successfully cut yourself off and ended the conversation by pointing to the abandoned house slender had mentioned, finally after what felt like an eternity of walking- your mission was almost over.

The house was practically falling apart from the outside, the paint job was tainted and whatever wood was visible was decrepit and disgusting. Upon entry the smell was unpleasant, in fact you almost gagged as you wandered into the kitchen. Toby laughed at your discomfort before throwing his axe down on the table causing a booming thud to echo throughout the structure. You jumped and faced him, “dude what the fuck was that for?” Your eyes pierced him- unforgiving for startling you. “Jeez relax. There’s no one here. Cmon- I’ll race you” with that he turned and bolted before you could finish your sentence, “race to where-“ it was no use he was gone. Smiling, and accepting the challenge you began chasing after him. The floor boards creaked and squeaked in agony and you swore toby accidentally caused a hole beneath him with his pure speed and dedication. He ran for the stairs and dashed into a room before disappearing completely. By the time you entered you had lost sight of him. It was a bedroom, by the looks of it it had previously belonged to a girl. The wallpaper, although peeling and slightly stained, was pink and white, decorated with a neat pattern. There were comic books and clothes scattered all over the floor, her bed rested by the window and at the other end of the room stood a dresser/ wardrobe. You probably wouldn’t have been able to find toby or wondered if he’d gone out the window if it wasn’t for the loud and insufferable sniggering coming from the wardrobe. You shook your head, letting out a pathetic excuse of a laugh before opening the wardrobe door to find toby grinning back at you. His goggles were on his head now, revealing his almond eyes wide and excited beaming at you. And his mask was off and probably in his pocket- allowing you to see the childish grin covering his face. “What- what in the hell are you doing?” You manage to say between laughs. This must have been one of the first time that you actually felt amused by him. Maybe he wasn’t as bad as you thought.. “I’m playing the closet game” he blurted out before laughing again. You placed a hand on your hip and tilted your head judgingly towards him. “What the fuck is that?” And before you could get an answer he pulled you into the closet and slammed the door closed.

Your brain hadn’t even registered the fact he’d pulled you from the waist. Instead you were trying to understand what was so fun hiding in a closet with hardly any light. “Y’know it’s h-hard trying to be me all the time” his words broke the silence and the atmosphere shifted completely, like that switch of emotion you saw earlier- only this time he sounded upset. “Everyone fucking loves you? You’re literally the embodiment of a care bear” you responded, attempting to make him laugh, unfortunately his smile faded and he pressed his back against one side of the wardrobe, “yeah thats what y-you think-k” his head began ticking to the side as his anxieties and thoughts unravelled Infront of you. You couldn’t quite tell if he was crying or not but he just stood there spilling away everything that had worried him. You didn’t know how to respond. You didn’t know he felt like this. “And to top it off y-you hate m-me too. I try I try I try a-and I’m sorry I’m not good at talking. M-Masky says I’m bad at sharing my feelings.” This broke you. Tears welled up in your eyes but you laughed to stop them. “I don’t hate you.” Your voice was warm, reassuring. Toby’s head reached up. His eyes locked with yours and his face softened. You offered him a smile but instead he spoke without altering expression. “Prove it.”

A million thoughts swirled in your mind. You had half a thought to just exit the wardrobe entirely. Instead you inched closer to his and cupped his face with you hand and tilted it before kissing him on the cheek- A soft, light peck. He practically melted under your touch and you felt like he’d wanted you to do that for so long. His breath hitched and in return he turned his head back to face you before reaching a hand towards your face.

He paused. Stopping with his right hand inches towards your face. You nodded and granted him permission, you pleaded him with your eyes, begging him to do something to you. You didn’t understand what you were feeling. Was this what you had been wanting the whole time? Could this have happened sooner if you didn’t hold a stupid grudge? “Y/N” he whispered, before cupping your face with both his hands and kissing you, his mouth pressing against yours..

I’ll post part 3 now to be nice :)

#ticci toby #creepypasta #creepypsta #Toby rogers #Toby #creepy pasta

[waywardstation]

These were all sent like one right after another yesterday and I doubt all of them were sent by one person but here we go Papa Ingo AU lightning round haha

In regards to this post

I admit I was a little confused with the question at the time (I understand it better now but forgive me I have been feeling a little under the weather lately ^^;) and thought it was saying Guzma would take the opportunity to take his own group away from Ingo.

And I don’t really know Guzma’s character at all apart from what’s been discussed on this blog already. He does run a group of thugs, but from what I’ve gathered SM painted him as someone on the wrong side of things, but only because the only person who gave him a chance (leading him to be loyal to them) was using him, and throughout the story he reformed. (But now I’m second guessing myself on that too. I just don’t know this character well ^^;)

So I feel like he would be mindful of Ingo to some degree, because Ingo took care of him and he seems to be driven by that with Lusamine. But apart from my first post, it does seem more in line that he would go with Giovanni even if Ingo doesn’t approve of stealing from Jubilife. His loyalty to Ingo would have him want to help him, even if it means going against his wishes

in regards to kids being thrown back to their own time, out of Hisui at the worst moments

OH that would be so bad!! Can you imagine? Finally, the kids worked so hard but they finally (stole) got the medicine they needed for Ingo. On the way back, they’re all cheering and rushing back with the medicine.

And then the kid holding the medicine just disappears? With the medicine???

If the whole group just is thrown back to their original time, no one would even know what happened

As soon as they get kicked out, most of the kids are alright with stealing from them.

I imagine with a group as big as theres, not everyone is going to be 100% on the same page, but they’re kids and they’ve been unfairly treated. A good portion will feel the same way, and they will probably try to convince the more reluctant ones that this is the only way now.

Would this start out with just Giovanni stealing only what they need at first? But over several trips where each time they successfully steal everything without getting caught, would Giovanni start taking more? Stuff they don’t need, but stuff he wants?

Is he going to then start taking more expensive stuff out of spite from Kamado, just to say “I can take what I want and you can’t stop me”?

The immediate decline is the much more humorous route haha, but I agree a slow decline into a very sharp dip is fantastic. Things are bad, yes, but they can manage! Right? It could be worse!

And then things take the worst twist imaginable, with Ingo sustaining a very bad wound, and it all falls apart, getting very bad very fast from there.

I’ve been on board with the idea. Kids do go out and steal from Jubilife. (Heck I drew a drawing of Jubilife straight up on fire haha) Ingo’s the one that disapproves of it (he obviously wouldn’t condone stealing, especially since it would be dangerous for the kids to do that in case they get caught? He’d probably ask the kids to see if Pearl clan can somehow extend any help instead) and I think younger kids would agree with this just because Ingo’s the one saying it. But there are kids that do not listen to Ingo, like Giovanni, and do it anyways. Pearl clan is too far, they won’t help because Kamado commanded them not to, and Jubilife is right there. Because they are desperate, and they know things aren’t sustainable unless they steal.

Sure throw them in too!

I think someone did mention earlier that with so many kids popping up, the banishment occur happen sooner, and I could see that happening. Kamado doesn’t know what’s going on but he doesn’t want his village housing this.

And not only does Pearl clan not have enough food for them all, Kamado ordered the other clans not to help, just like in the game.

Unlike the game, where they really do refuse to help you at first to uphold relations, I feel like Pearl clan would want to help? Instead of just one kid, this is a whole group of kids at stake now, and one of their wardens with them. They might try to sneak some help under the radar maybe? But they don’t have the resources to help in any big way that matters.

#papa ingo au #lord of the flies variant

[kurowrites]

Betting On You

Single parent Wei Ying vs. everyday struggles.

(I hope you are all grateful. This is effectively the only work I managed to get done today. Also I guess this need a second part.)

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Just to be clear, Wei Ying would never complain about being a single father. He loved his child and wouldn’t change his situation for the world.

But some days, it was all a bit much. The running around and trying to stay on top of things, all while having the distinct feeling that he was this close to drowning.

Days like today, for example.

The day hadn’t started terrible. He’d brought A-Yuan to the nursery, handed him off to the capable staff there, and headed to work. All in all, it had been a normal workday, up until one of his company’s customers had called him, berated him for things that were out of his control, and ended up insulting him repeatedly over the phone.

Wei Ying had swallowed his anger, and silently let the tirade pour out of the phone speaker, not really listening to it as long as the insults flowed. He was good at his job, a decent programmer with a fair amount of experience under his belt, but he was no magician. There was only so much lipstick that you could put on a pig, and all too often his clients made him work on some very hairy pigs (metaphorically speaking). Not to mention that customers generally only received what they actually paid for. His boss was already stingy enough as it was, there was no way he was going to do endless amounts of additional work for free.

By the time he was finally able to leave work, he felt drained. He picked up A-Yuan from the nursery, and the staff told him that A-Yuan had been becoming a little grouchy towards the evening. He might be coming down with a cold or a fever, and if that happened, they wouldn’t be able to have him at the nursery tomorrow.

Wei Ying’s mood sunk even lower as he heard this. He couldn’t really take another day off work, and he had no one that could watch A-Yuan for him. Still, he still did his best to keep a positive outlook (at least superficially) and tried to cheer A-Yuan up. Thankfully, A-Yuan being the happy, generally agreeable child that he was, was all too willing to let himself be cheered up by Wei Yin’s chatter, and followed Wei Ying out of the nursery without complaint, seemingly just as eager as Wei Ying to get home.

Their short walk home might have turned their moods around, but they never got the chance. They couldn’t have been walking more than five minutes when the sky above them suddenly turned from overcast to dark and threatening, and before they could even think about seeking shelter, torrential rainfall started to pour down, soaking them within seconds.

Wei Ying obviously didn’t have an umbrella with him today, and even if he did, it would probably have been useless. The rain felt less like rain and more like full buckets of icy water being poured over their heads. So he picked A-Yuan up, wrapped him into his coat as best as he could, and made a run for their home. He wasn’t going to bank on the rain stopping anytime soon.

The way home seemed to take forever, and carrying A-Yuan through the heavy rainfall did no favours for his exhaustion. Within minutes, his arms and legs hurt from the strain, and several times, he felt like his legs were going to give in under him.

After what seemed like an eternity, he finally reached the door of his apartment block. He fumbled his keys out of his pocket, stuck it into the lock clumsily, and just barely managed to turn the lock so he was able to stumble into the entry hall, letting the door slam shut behind him.

He wheezed a few times, trying to catch his breath, and then carefully set A-Yuan down onto the floor. He wiped the water off his son as well as he could, but there wasn’t much helping it. At this point, they were both drenched, Wei Ying’s cheap black trench coat not being much help in protecting them from the rain.

Poor A-Yuan looked a bit like a drowned rat, and Wei Ying imagined he himself didn’t look much better.

He had actually intended to go grocery shopping before returning home, maybe also buying a few nice, fresh steamed buns as a cheer-me-up. But now, he certainly wasn’t going back out into that rain, and anyway, A-Yuan desperately needed a warm bath as soon as possible. If the little one wasn’t getting sick at this point, it would be bordering on a miracle.

Wei Ying wasn’t going to count on it. Today had been enough bad luck already, so he fully expected for that streak to continue.

“Hey buddy,” he said, smiling as he wiped A-Yuan’s bangs out of his face. “Let’s get you into a warm bath, okay?”

A-Yuan nodded once, and then raised his arms, silently asking to be carried up to their apartment. He always got a little clingy when he wasn’t feeling well.  

Wei Ying sighed inwardly – his arms were killing him already – but he acquiesced regardless and carried A-Yuan all the way to the door of their apartment.

As he once again fumbled with the keys to unlock the door, the door next to his opened, and his cursed, overly handsome neighbour emerged.

His overly handsome neighbour who was also extremely neat. Wei Ying threw a quick look over his shoulder, and sure enough, the entire hallway was wet and grimy, Wei Ying and A-Yuan leaving a trail of destruction behind them.

Wei Ying winced. Probably another thing his neighbour would want to chew him out for.

He was not in the mood right now.

Overly Handsome Neighbour seemed to startle when he saw the two of them, still in front of the apartment door, Wei Ying still fiddling with the key in the lock.

Wei Ying sighed internally. He knew what they must look like, and he really didn’t want to be told by a handsome man that he was looking terrible.

“Wei Ying,” Overly Handsome Neighbour said, staring at the two of them. “Are you alright?”

“Haha, yeah,” Wei Ying quickly replied. Why the hell was the door not unlocking? “Sorry for the mess in the hallway, Lan Zhan. We got caught in the rain. I need to take care of A-Yuan first, I’ll clean up as soon as I’m done.”

Lan Zhan did not reply, and for a moment, Wei Ying thought that he’d successfully chased him away, having taken the wind out of his lecture sails pre-emptively.

But then, a hand appeared in his field of vision, and Lan Zhan, with a gentle grip, helped Wei Ying open his own apartment door.

How embarrassing!

“It does not matter,” Lan Zhan said, far too close to Wei Ying. “Go. Is there something that you need?”

Wei Ying’s brain immediately reminded him of the groceries that he should have gotten, but he quickly shook his head. What the hell was he thinking? He couldn’t ask Lan Zhan to go shopping for him. They weren’t friends or anything like that.

“Wei Ying.”

Wei Ying shot Lan Zhan an exasperated look. It was entirely unfair, Wei Ying hated when Lan Zhan used his stern teacher voice. He was a music teacher, for fuck’s sake, his commanding voice shouldn’t be so effective! What was he teaching those music students that he had the military commander down pat?

“Soup,” Wei Ying eventually replied with a sigh. “I think we could use some soup after this.”

“Mn,” Lan Zhan replied, letting go of Wei Ying’s hand. “I will bring some over later.”

And with that, he turned around and disappeared back into his apartment.

Wei Ying looked after Lan Zhan’s disappearing back for a moment, his eyes wide. What the hell had just happened? What was Lan Zhan thinking? And then the–

A small sneeze by A-Yuan had him return to reality, and he quickly entered his apartment. Still confused by Lan Zhan’s behaviour, he focused on getting off their wet shoes and clothes in the entrance so as not to flood the entire apartment with dirty and water, and then quickly carried A-Yuan into the bathroom. They really needed that bath, A-Yuan felt pretty cold.

He ran the water and set A-Yuan into the bathtub, gathering their shampoos so they could clean up properly.

As he was arranging the bottles within arm’s reach, A-Yuan looked up at him and then said, as innocently as only a small child could, “Baba, I like Handsome Gege. He always tries to help. And he always plays nice music.”

That startled a laugh out of Wei Ying. He teased him by tousling his hair and then lifted him for a moment, so he could settle into the bathtub together with A-Yuan.

“Taken in by a handsome face, I see how it is! And so, you abandon your poor father.”

“No! Baba is baba!” A-Yuan cried.

Wei Ying laughed again, and reached for the first bottle to shampoo A-Yuan’s hair.

Strangely enough, Lan Zhan had improved this unlucky day. A warm hand on his, his name called by a steady voice, and Wei Ying felt strangely lighter.

A little less as if he was going to be swallowed by the waves.

What a strange creature his neighbour was.

“Well, let’s see if he delivers on that soup. Then I might be willing to agree with you.”

#kuro writes #the untamed #mdzs #wangxian #wei wuxian #lan wangji #betting on you

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A/N: Okay...so as I was writing this, I realized just how much I loved this concept. Like it’s so soft, but also rlly spicy(and I added a shit ton of spice on top of that...you’re welcome). There’s some soft cnc in here too. So I hope y’all like it...this is kinda breaking me out of the whole not being motivated to write even tho I have ideas in my head that I’m dying to expand on and do a fic about them thing I’ve been on since my last fic. And since this is my first fully written fic in a good lil while, I hope it doesn’t suck too bad and I hope you guys love ittt...enjoy🙃

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You were having a little bit of a rough night. For the most part, everything was going fine ever since you went to bed a couple hours earlier. You were in your favorite and incredibly comfy sleep shirt, you were all cuddled up and cozy in Harry’s arms, and there was a cute little plug nestled inside your second entrance. Well, you had a cute little plug nestled inside of you. 

After your initial cuddles with Harry that ultimately sent you both right to sleep, you started to move around a bit in your sleep. While Harry thought it was absolutely adorable, you always went to bed with a mission of trying not move around too much. But no matter how much you thought you could keep still, you really couldn’t. You just loved your sleep and couldn’t help but to roll around. Especially if it meant that you were getting a good nights rest. Now most nights while you were doing your nightly rolls(or competing in the sleep olympics as Harry liked to call it) you rolled around your side of the bed(and into Harry)without your plug falling out. You were able to keep it safe and sound inside of you for the whole night usually and not have to worry about losing it inn the sheets. That was most nights, but not tonight. As you were peacefully sleeping next to, or directly on Harry at some points, the bunny plug you chose for the night managed to slip out of you and into the sheets. Now you didn’t wake up immediately after it slipped out of you, but you did wake up not too long after. And when you did wake up, you felt different. Not only were you incredibly close to falling asleep again, you also felt empty. You’d grown so used to having your second hole filled every night and pretty much all the time for that matter, that you were desperate to find your plug and push it back inside. 

See, Harry was beyond obsessed with pushing these princess plugs as he liked to call them into you. Their main purpose is to train your second entrance so that you could be adjusted enough to eventually take more inside and be more comfortable in the process. The whole idea of training and stretching you to fit his cock inside was absolutely amazing to him and quite the turn on as well. And even after pushing into your “glorious” second entrance, Harry still wanted to use the plugs on you. He wanted you to always be stretched and ready for his cock. With that being said Harry was always on top of you having one inside at all times. When you went to bed at night, he’d let you choose which plug you liked the most for that night and he’d pull you over his lap so that he play with you a bit and ease the pretty accessory into you. And he’d do the exact same thing in the morning when you were just out of the shower(or bath; he liked to spoil you in the morning if he went rough on you the night before). And when he wasn’t at home to fill you himself, he’d instruct you to call him via FaceTime right after your shower. No matter the time, or what he was doing in that moment, he’d always step away to answer your call. And he always did just that. Once you were in contact with him, you have your ritual morning/first conversation of the day, and then he goes about instructing you on how to fill your second entrance.

The first step in the process would be choosing your plug…which could be pretty hard sometimes. Throughout you guys’ time working on your much tighter hole, a large collection of pretty plugs was acquired. There was a range of sizes that showed your progress(which Harry was incredibly proud of by the way), and each size had an array of different colors, materials, and shapes. You were hands down obsessed with all of them and you hated when it was time to choose a new one. There were even a couple glass plugs that were designated for when Harry really wanted to play with you, or for when he wanted you to look extra pretty. And along with those and the other plugs, there were two vibrating plugs that were slightly larger than the rest, and they had either a jewel of a fluffy bunny tail on top. Both were designated for when Harry wanted to make a mess of you or for when you were being punished. They were also kept in Harry’s box of toys, the box you weren’t allowed to go in. But back to your wide array of options and choosing just one of them. As you looked through the toys, Harry would give you some suggestions and help you choose the best one for the day.

And once you’ve chosen your princess plug for the day, you head back over to the bed. Harry then instructs you to prop your phone up against the pillows at the head of the bed so that he could get the perfect view of what you were doing. He’d then tell you to get the lube he always uses on you from the drawer of his side table, and bend over in front of him; well, him through the phone. From that point on, he guides you through the final steps of filling your second hole and he gets to watch it all. And hear your whines too. He thought you sounded so cute as you spread the lube around the area, and when you start to nudge the plug past the tight ring of muscles, or when you felt the lube sliding down to your already glistening pussy. Once your nice and filled, Harry would sing your praises. All the way through you guys’ explosive round of phone sex, and  he wouldn’t stop until the phone is hung up.

So yeah, with all that being said, you were definitely not used to being empty like you were now. Especially since Harry always made sure to keep you filled at all times. Even when he was away! After feeling around for your princess plug and turning up with nothing, you started to get quite frustrated. And on top of that you were starting so slip into your subspace. All you wanted at this point was for Harry to find your plug, fill you back up, cuddle with you, and go back to sleep together. That’s it. You hated to wake him up but you were slipping further into your subspace and you were feeling needy. So even enough you didn’t want to, you try and wake Harry up. You begin to softly whisper in his ear and nudge at his shoulder to wake him. And after about a minute or so you were able to successfully wake Harry up a little bit.

“What’s the matter darling.” He asks concernedly, his words slurred and his voice heavily overcome with sleep, so deep it sent a little shock to your core. 

“Can’t find my princess plug daddy!” You softly whine to him, your voice laced with your need for Harry to make you feel better. 

“It’s alright baby, daddy gonna find it for you.” He softly replies, waking up more and more as he talked to you.

“Please daddy, feel so empty.” You mumble in response. 

“Daddy’s gonna get you all filled up again, don’t you worry sweetheart.” He reassures, lifting his head from the pillows to lean over and press a small kiss to your nose before completely lifting himself up. He then pulls the covers off of his body and stands up from the bed. “M’gonna turn the light on now.” He warns, giving you a chance to prepare yourself before turning lamp on his bedside table on to start his search for your plug. 

He pulls the covers back from the top of the bed to expose you and the expanse of the bed before proceeding to shake the covers in hopes of shaking the plug out of them. But there was no plug to be found, leaving the floor as the last option for the location of the missing plug. He starts by checking the floor on his side of the bed where he was standing to see if he narrowly missed stepping on it when he got up. Upon confirming that it was not was not on the floor in his area, Harry begins to walk around the bed, coming to a halt when he reaches your side. 

“There you are.” He mumbles to himself, his eyes stopping on the pretty blue bunny plug that was lying on the floor next to the bed. Following the direction of his eyes, you peer over the edge, your eyes stopping in the same place as his. Harry then leans down to pick the accessory up.  “Gonna have to pick another one sweets. Gotta clean it in the morning.” He groans after leaning over,  giving you a little pout once he’s fully standing. 

“Still wanna be a bunny.” You reply simply, stating your preference as to what plug you’d like to have. 

“Okay” He chuckles at your cute and very simple answer. “And what color sweets?” He asks, beginning to back up in the direction of the closet.

“Hmm, pink please.” You decide. “Thank you daddy.” You continue, sending him a soft smile in the process. 

“Anything for my girl.” He replies, mirroring your smile and sending you a little wink before disappearing into the closet. He makes a b-line to the drawer with all of your plugs and plucks the pretty pink bunny plug that was exactly the same, all the way down to the size, as the last one. He then places the blue plug on one of the nearby shelves as a reminder to clean it and put it back in the drawer before turning out the light and heading back to you, keeping his hands with the plug behind his back. When he enters back into the room, he walks over to the bed, revealing the new plug to you once he reaches the end of the bed. Harry then, very simply and very nonchalantly, wags his finger around to signal you to turn around and get in position. And you immediately do just that. You turn yourself around at the top of the bed and you pull your sleep shirt up a bit to make sure it’s not blocking anything. When Harry sees this, he couldn’t stop his cock from twitching in his boxers. You were so eager to have your little hole filled again that you were going to do any and everything he said. 

Wasting no more time just standing there, Harry quickly walks over to his bedside table to grab the lube before crawling onto the bed behind you. Since you were on your hands and knees, Harry could see everything, causing his cock to harden even more in his pants. Whenever he fills your much tighter hole, Harry always makes sure that you’re comfortable in the process. So before doing anything, Harry reaches up and grabs a pillow from the top of the bed so you can have your hips lifted and not have to be on all fours or have your back arched. He tucks it underneath your hips, and then proceeds to instruct you to just lay down and relax against the bed.  Harry then pushes your thighs apart spreading you a bit wider before crawling on top of your plushy thighs. 

“Now pull em apart f’me baby.” He instructs, lightly tapping at your backside. And within seconds, Harry is watching you grip onto the flesh of your ass before pulling it apart to fully reveal yourself to him. “Look at that little hole. Absolutely amazing how it takes all of me inside.” He admires. When he sees your little hole contract below him, Harry couldn’t help but chuckle a little behind you. “I take it someone is excited.” He states playfully, bringing a finger down to poke at the tightened opening, causing you to clench up even more around his finger. He then grabs the bottle of lube from beside him and pops it open before squeezing a good amount of it down onto your hole. To ensure that you’re nice and ready for him so start pushing it back in, Harry brings two fingers down to spread the lube around, concentrating on your entrance. He then closes the bottle and drops it onto the bed, replacing it with the plug itself. Harry slots the head of it between his fingers and brings it down to your entrance. “Now be a good girl and relax f’me baby.” He whispers from behind, nudging the tip against your entrance. “Daddy’s got you.” He reassures, beginning to push the plug further. As he does this, he can hear faint whimpers and moans leaving your mouth, prompting him to whisper sweet reassurances to you and making his now incredibly hard cocks presence known.

Once the plug is fully inside, Harry gives your ass a little tap, signaling to you that you could let go. When you do, Harry just sits there and admires your backside. He couldn’t help but to fall in love with how cute the tail looked on you. To him, you looked like a proper little bunny. A proper, and utterly fuckable, little bunny. To him in this moment, you were his little fuck bunny. And he could really go for a good fuck. Especially considering how hard he was right now. There was no way he was going to bed with a rock hard cock. Especially when you’re so readily available to him.

 “Now what do you say after daddy has plugged you up so nicely?” Harry coos, lifting himself from you momentarily to shove his boxers off. 

“Thank you daddy.” You happily sigh, content with the feeling of your ass being filled again. You then begin to turn back onto your side but Harry is quick to push you back down onto your front, spread your legs back, and get back on top of you to keep you down. “What are you doing daddy?” You ask, completely confused as to what was going on. 

“Well daddy just wanted to give himself a treat for waking up in the middle of the night.” He says, bringing a hand down between your legs to your cunt.

“Just wanna sleep daddy.” You whine, trying to move around below him.

“Well you can baby, once m’done with you.” He simply replies, pushing his fingers between your sticky folds and against your weepy little hole. 

“No daddy!” You whine into the pillow below, trying to protest his actions and not let out a loud moan instead. 

“Stop being a little brat and just take my cock Y/n.” Harry groans, using his other hand to tug at his cock. Harry then moves himself closer to your center and lays himself on top of you, his mouth landing right at your ear, keeping one of his hands wrapped around his cock. He lifts his hips up from yours and blindly maneuvers his cock so that it’s hovering over your entrance. “And if you really meant that, you know what to do.” Harry reminds, referring to the safe word the two of you’d set when it came to your activities in the bedroom whether they were planned or not. Whatever it may have been, if either of you used it, everything stopped. The both of you, especially Harry though, took it seriously and wanted to make sure that it was there and known. 

As he reminds you of the safe word though, Harry begins to push his cock right into you. Sending you into a complete frenzy. Your protests came to a halt and your moans began. You were loudly moaning at the feeling of his cock sliding into you and completely filling you up. It felt so goo and you were so happy Harry kept going because you felt absolutely amazing. Once he’s fully inside, Harry takes a moment to get his bearings. You were a complete mess below him and he was beyond overwhelmed with how good you felt around him. Harry wanted to just have a good lazy fuck that would put you two right to bed. But with your pussy feeling like this around his cock, Harry was literally incapable of going slow. There was just something about your wetness and juices that unlocked his carnal desire to just fuck you. And on top of that, whenever you were subby, your sensitivity tended to be heightened. Which meant that you’d be a moaning mess the entire time and it would only take two seconds for you to explode around him. Also, Harry just loved pounding you and taking complete control over you when you were in your subby space. He was already in control, but this was so much more. So instead of pausing any longer, Harry dives right in and begins delivering the quickest, deepest, and hardest thrusts he possibly could.

“Daddy!” You shout, feeling him slam into the deepest part of you over and over again. You could feel the carnal desire he had in his thrusts. You could also hear it in the way he growled into your ear. While you loved being coddled while in your subspace, you also loved being controlled. Harry was just slamming his cock into you over and over agin, trying to relieve the pressure in his cock. Sure he wanted you to feel good, but he was more concerned with pleasuring himself and using your body to do just that. And in the process of doing that, he was making you feel like you were soaring.

As he continues with his beyond intense thrusts, Harry felt like he was on cloud nine. The way you were clenching up around him and just taking it all was extraordinary to him. You were being such a good girl and doing so well for him, taking his pounding and loving every second of it. He even made sure to tell you how good of a girl you were being, and even promised to fill your tummy with all of his cum if you kept being a good girl. And that you did. You continued to let him take you hard from behind and make you scream into the pillows. As the rhythm he had going with his hips continues, Harry alternates between lying right on your back and pinning your hips down and just mounting you so to speak. Sometimes he just wanted to see your little tail and watch his cock disappear into the magical cave as he liked to describe it, that was your cunt. Seeing that on top of hearing your cries out to daddy about how deep he was inside, how big he was, how rough he wad going on you, and how good it felt made it all ten times better and pushed Harry closer to his release.

“Such a good little fuck bunny f’me” Harry grunts into your ear, back to lying on top of you. “What are you doll?” He growls, staggering his thrusts to make them harder. 

“A fuck bunny!” You shout, struggling to form those three words.  

“And who do you belong to?” He growls, slamming his hips down into you again, demanding a prompt response from you.

“You daddy!” You reply through another whimper. As you replied to him, the part of your legs that weren’t pinned down flailed back and forth as you took each power and pleasure packed thrust. 

“Good girl. Now put it all together; I am…” He begins, leaving the rest for you to finish. 

“Daddy’s fuck bunny!” You reply wearily, struggling to get the words out.

“Good girl!” He praises (with a tinge of condescension in his voice), going back to his rough and very deep, continuous thrusts. “M’so glad you’re a good fuck bunny don’t mind daddy tearing you up inside.” He grunts, feeling a familiar rumbling in the pit of his stomach as he continues on. “Wanna cum sweets?” Harry pants a few moments later, continuing to push his cock in and out of you, his thrusts turning into humps more and more as his release gets near. 

“Please daddy!” You softly cry, feeling a throbbing sensation mounting in your clit.

“Want you t’hump the pillow baby. Dig that greedy little clit of yours down into the pillow for daddy.” He instructs, almost guiding your movements against the pillow. He could hear your whines turn into desperate whimpers. He could feel your walls begin to contract around his cock. And he could feel his own release beginning to take over him. After a couple digs into the pillow, you couldn’t hold it any longer. You let go right then and there, prompting Harry to follow your lead. As you were riding the seismic waves of your release, Harry was releasing everything he had to give. The both of you riding the waves of your releases. 

When Harry can feel most of his body again, he lifts himself from your back and leans over to turn the light out. He then pulls you both onto your sides with him right behind you, and pulls the comforter that was abandoned earlier up onto you both. 

“Nice and full sweetheart?” He asks, circling his hand around your lower stomach before removing it from around you and bringing it back between the two of you. “This nice and snug? Don’t want it to come out again.” He asks, pushing the plug into you a bit more.

“Perfect daddy.” You sigh, still in a daze from everything Harry did to you.

“You just love being filled up, don’t you baby.” Harry hums, chuckling at how happy you were now that you’re completely filled up. 

“Mhm!” You happily hum, beginning to doze off.

“Well m’gonna keep you nice and full, and make sure you sleep real good baby.” He says before pressing a kiss to your cheek, Keeping himself tightly wrapped around you. Keeping his cum, his cock, and your pretty little princess plug safe and sound inside you. 

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[dailytatsu]

Hello! I love your writing and I recently saw a post of yours about the reader being the God Of Chaos and I was wondering if you could make a part two with characters of your choice, if it’s not that much of a trouble! Remember to drink water and rest well <3

Tysm! I’m really happy to see that a lot of you enjoyed it, and being honest, chaos reader now have a special place in my heart lol

Then let’s write a second part! Hope everyone likes these as well! ( ✌︎'. ')✌︎

Thanks for the request!✨

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[II - HC] God of Chaos! Reader & Genshin Characters

Characters: Bennett, Tartaglia, Scaramouche, Ganyu, Chongyun

Gn! Reader

Sorry for any mistakes!

Request are open!

Genshin Masterlist

<- First part

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BENNETT

First of all, how dare u

This boy already has a chaotic life for you to arrive and making it worse.

But being honest, it wasn’t intentional, just like always.

Besides he’s a kid. The chaos of a kid + chaos of his bad luck, I mean- how were you not supposed to meet him?

That day was really strange, for the very first time the chaos wasn’t attracted by you, but you were attracted to chaos. Like a moth following a lantern on the street, something that you felt like you had to do, some kind of childish curiosity that guide your way to find Bennett in the middle of his adventure.

Poor boy was charging his pyro attack to max until a barrel exploded near him, he flew in the air waiting for a rough landing before his trajectory sent him where you were standing, still looking for the origin of that uneasy sensation of curiosity.

Luckily for him you could see his shadow just in time to react. You looked up because of the strange silhouette on the ground next to you and there he was, surrounded by a cloud of smoke and fire, with his screams getting louder and louder as he falls.

You trapped him in your arms, with the situation turning even more strange when the first thing he said was “nice catch!” with the bright smile of his.

Like if his hair on fire wasn’t a big deal.

It’s raining men ig

Before you could ask anything, a crowd of angry hilichurls appeared from the same direction where Bennett came at first.

The white haired boy jumped off from your arms and tried to grasp your hand to run away together, but instead you pulled him near and then behind you before rising your hand to the front, pointing the stampede of furious creatures about to reach you both.

Not even a leaf fell from a tree before the hilichurls stopped, all of them felt your presence immediately, the primitive sensation of danger that meant a silent threat. Following the message that another camp of them told long ago, ‘get away from that stranger’.

Bennett was surprised, kind of scared at least. He wasn’t sure about how to call that feeling.

Are you a beast tamer?! Maybe an adventurer that discovered a secret about hilichurl’s behavior! Wait- where are you going? Don’t leave him behind, the doubt won’t let him sleep tonight!

You explained to him that it was dangerous for both to be near each other (more dangerous for him than for you), still you needed to get away. To protect Bennett and the other adventurers that were exploring nearby.

But why? He was so excited about meeting someone who could react that fast and precise! Like the heroes in the legends!

Please show him your ways, he’s begging you, how can you be rude to Bennett? That literally illegal.

When he heard that there was a God of Chaos exploring all over Teyvat like an errant he connected two points (even if there wasn’t a single thing to connect in first place).

You’re like him!

Hello ?? You’re literally ?? the most qualified to be part of Benny’s Adventure Team ??

Negative plus negative is positive, isn’t it? Maybe if you roam near Bennett his bad luck can collide with your chaos to neutralize each other!

You told him that you were leaving after that short conversation, but in reality you just hide from his sights and followed him from behind.

That kid really put you on your nerves, running into danger without knowing. Was that what Zhongli have to deal with every time you visit Liyue?

The old man really deserves an apology.

You’re not doing this an habit, of course not! You’re the all mighty God of Chaos, the ultimate troublemaker! How was even possible to think about wanting to protect a human just because he has bad luck? That’s ridic-

“Watch out!” You had to abandoned your hiding spot to reach Bennett again, pulling him away from the place where a bunch of hunter’s traps were. “Barbatos, why all your children have to be like this?…” You whispered for yourself, actually waiting for a answer, maybe a little too much because you didn’t free Bennett. His feet were just barely touching the ground.

“Oh, it’s you! Hello again!”

Enough of babysitting, that’s it, both of you are heading back to Mondstadt. This boy is a danger for himself, who allowed him to be an adventurer in first place?

After abandoned him in front of the city’s bridge you turn back to the forest, believing that it was the end, even if in the process your chaos took the life of some pigeons nearby.

Next morning you were sleeping peacefully on the branches of a huge old tree, feeling the wind of your bard friend greeting you from the distance.

Then a storm started out of nowhere; your fault.

And almost immediately you heard a cheerful voice below you, calling your name like a lost child searching for their parents.

As Bennett climbs the tree to talk with you a lightning strikes near enough to make both of you jump because of the surprise, falling from the branch and meeting each other on the mud below.

“Sorry, my bad.” Bennett and you said at the same time, to later laugh because of that.

It seems that both are more alike than you would expect

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TARTAGLIA

How do I explain that this guy already knew about you-

As you may suspect, yes, his only reason of wanting to meet you was to fight you.

The first step for taking the thrones of gods is beating one of the youngest, isn’t it? It would be a good start, and you’d be also one of the best opponents he ever fought! The only thing still needed was a way to make you accept his challenge.

Tartaglia’s first try was by attacking you without hesitation, not even a warning, just shooting an arrow for behind and waiting for you to counter. And yes, that didn’t go as planned, the rope of his bow snapped even before aiming.

It wouldn’t be that easy, the distance is always boring for a fight, why not just attacking directly?

Because you learned from Morax that you must not hurt mortals; the reason of your trip was for appreciate the human’s life, to understand why you exist, to have a reason to not end with everything that crosses your path.

To convince yourself that you’re not only destruction.

But it was hard to stay calm if he constantly provokes you to fight back. Always dodging, always running away, always breaking his weapons.

Barely holding yourself to not to break his Vision at this point.

Dodging one of his attacks again you ended up on top of a nearby structure by the side of the road, watching him from above and begging for him to stop for once.

Tartaglia clicked his tongue in annoyance, you would escape again. He was as sick as you of that senseless hunt. Maybe was the stress what impede him to think wisely, because his next strategy was like a death wish.

The water blades disappeared from his hands and, for the first time, he had a casual talk with you. Smiling and waving his hands to look relaxed.

Then he mentioned the incident with Osial, a event that almost became a tragedy. And the only reason you knew about that was because Morax told you about it, about his contract and the reason why he left his position as an Archon the next time you visited him.

It was your fault, isn’t it?

“… what?”

"As you heard! The conditions for summoning Osial was ideal, bringing back a sealed god filled with hatred and hungry for destruction couldn't have been possible if you hadn't been around Liyue that day.” His hand lifted to pointing at you, also smiling as your expression turned into a concerned one. “Oh, our God of Chaos, you were successfully satiated as the catastrophe filled the ocean! Bring us back the destruction, because it's the only thing you ever knew!”

He was obviously just mocking you, but still Tartaglia managed to actually make you think about it.

Your fault. Your chaos.

And even with that, Rex Lapis didn’t seal you or tried to eradicated you like the burden that you are for every nation.

It’s just a matter of time before you destroy all humane existence when you get bored of your fantasy of not being a spirit of chaos.

An infinity of negative and dark thoughts began to fill your mind.

It was sad, it was so sad that the erosion already began to have an effect on you being so young. You were afraid, you were concerned, the stress ate you inside while you tried to convince yourself that it wasn’t like he said.

Your mind collapsed, and you left the wrath take the control for the first time in centuries.

A fight? That’s all he wanted? Easy, that’s easy, just kill him and everything will end. His annoying voice won’t torment you ever again, his words won’t hurt ever again.

It’s easy, so easy. Mortal life is so easy to end.

He’ll defeat the gods, he’ll take their thrones and will witness the world’s end in the final battle he planned since his first encounter with the traveler.

But that day Tartaglia noticed the difference between your strength, it wasn’t huge, neither significant enough. But you were stronger, and it’s well known that wrath and despair can provide extra energy when it’s needed.

The perception of time disappeared, the world did too. Nature, men creation, everything will succumb against chaos, existence itself will be reduce to ashes.

That’s why you exist, to make sure there’s not too much heroes trying to make the nations a boring place. You just need to accept it!

But…

‘There’s no other way?’

The question sparkle inside your mind, bringing you back out of nowhere. There’s a lot of irregularities in the ground nearby, the land was broke for something that impacted with an inhuman strength, even the structure where you step on top was gone, just the remain of a building was left.

And your hands were holding something bland and soft, the warm sensation on your palms and the strange movements caught your attention to look down. Your hands were strangling Tartaglia.

From the other side his hands were trying to remove yours, his strength was minimal, not even able of closing his fingers around your wrist.

A expression full of pain and regretting of his decisions, question by question filling his mind while the air became harder to get.

A broken bow, his Vision has been thrown away. Now it was a human versus a god.

You took a step back, afraid of what you were about to do. You have to stay calm and quiet forever? To prevent catastrophe, to bring peace to mortals? Who’s the one you have to blame for creating you? How you could think that coexisting with humans was possible? Even if you say that you don’t want to make any problems you would stay near them.

“Just… leave me alone.”

Was the last thing you said, a whisper that wanted to apologize for a whole eternity, a regret that couldn’t be forgot. And then you left that place, escaping one last time.

But wait for him, Tartaglia thought, he didn’t need your compassion.

Sooner or later he would have his revenge.

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SCARAMOUCHE

Finally! With Shogun Raiden’s gnosis on his possession and the all mighty hero of Mondstadt weakened there’s no way things can go wrong for him!

A little delay in his plans, but still a smile remained on his face. Kunikuzushi couldn’t wish for anything else right now.

But you already know what is going to happen next.

In this world exist Murphy’s Law?, because anything that could go wrong went wrong after he claim for victory. Even being far away of the factory it seemed that the karma reached him immediately.

He just got his guard down for a couple seconds, and then, whoshh. Now you see it, now you don’t. The gnosis disappeared from his pocket, not here, not there. The annoyance filled his chest and then a irritated growl came from his throat.

What in the world happened?

Scaramouche looked to a huge tree in front of him, and there you were. On your favorite place to sit, above from everyone else in a branch. Holding the gnosis as the board piece it looks like, playing throwing it up a little and then catching it again and again.

Who you think you are to act that carefree on his presence? If you wanted to die so bad then you could just have asked for it.

Even if he called you and made a question first you counter it with another one, what was he doing with that thing?

You were sick of those who defy the gods thanks to his ‘workmate’.

Scaramouche ordered you to give him the gnosis back, threats and insults came out from his mouth as a distraction; in reality, he was just ready to set the first hit from behind.

But something made him stop just in time when you talked again.

“I don’t care what you are planning, but if it involves the ones who I’m in debt with, you will surely fail.”

“Another clairvoyant? Hah, your type are more words than an actual subject matter, but I have to admit it, they’re also very skill to escape.”

“It was a warning.” You said, throwing again the gnosis, this time to his direction.

Scaramouche reacted in time to rise his arms but in midair something caught the chess-like piece before his fingers. Surprising him again and making the irritation event more unbearable.

It was a tanuki. The same that looked behind a second before running even deeper in the forest.

The chaos isn’t necessary a huge disaster; a little accident, an inconvenient, a failure, it depends time and place to be considered like a catastrophe.

Scaramouche had a killer gaze just for you in his face, in respond you smiled at him, then covered your mouth with both hands to fake surprise.

“What a shame! Better luck next time, gods defier.” Your laugh could be heard all over the woods, like a spectral echo that chased him his way to get back the gnosis.

He got it back after a few minutes of a stressful walk through the forest, found the tanuki dancing on a stone before disappearing again. When he got closer he found that piece, making sure it was the real one and not just another trick.

The following days he received endless reports of Fatui soldiers and entire camps being reduced to rubble aside lost or destroyed materials; it was a higher level sabotage done by who they said was someone of relatively young appearance in strange clothes, the one that enjoyed staring at them until something goes wrong.

Nobody could defeat them, not even get closer. And with that, Scaramouche knew they were talking about you.

Was that what you meant with “warning”? Who are you exactly? Not even holding a Vision, how could you… ?

A quick order was enough to deliver him a book full of ancient legends, part of the Fatui private collection. Texts that were lost and the world had forgotten, his only hope was that you weren't exactly mortal, and if that was the case they could take advantage of your nature.

Hah, he found you.

God of Chaos, a body sculptured by the blood and bodies of the ones who died in middle of the wars. At first they were just a being full of anger and affinity for taking the life of every living being on earth, until the same hand that created them gave them a human heart of their own. Made without any prior basis, without being the remains of the deceased. Something one of a kind, the mortal heart of a god.

When human emotions filled the vessel they were released into the world, to mourn over the spilled blood and to know how everything of their existence originates. Born from the red that stained the fields and being the bud that seemed withered, the same that now has the deepest roots ever found.

Hmm, that brings back some memories…

But hey, that vital energy could be useful.

Don’t be surprised if one day you wake up chained and feeling dizzy as Scaramouche drains your life. You know what? Just wait for it! Running away as you did with that idiot won’t work this time.

Every possibility can be foreseen, every inconvenience can be solved. And if you think that you’re an exception then you’re stupider than you look.

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GANYU

Bold of you assume that Zhongli didn’t introduce you to everyone the first time you travel to Liyue.

The difference between your meeting was that it had to be really short. Ganyu is always busy so you couldn’t know her better before her duty called for her again.

Obviously you heard a lot of stories of her childhood thanks to Cloud Retainer. The day she knew about it Ganyu avoided you, next week she apologized with you about it. It was very rude, please pardon her.

Such a big sister vibes ngl

An Adeptus working that hard to human’s matters. It was so cool to follow her from a significant distance to see how was her routine.

If you could only live that peacefully near humans without causing any problem! What a dream! The envy was killing you.

Ganyu didn’t mind about you stalking her, the feeling of a companion was always present and she also knew that you had to keep some distance from everybody to not cause any accident. She appreciated your consideration.

Until a soldier from the millelith arrested you for harassment, wait- you’re innocent! Don’t get closer, hold on! Hold on!

The handcuffs broke almost immediately, though.

When Ganyu resolved the misunderstanding she hold your hands to apologize again, it had to be really stressful to be aware of any chaos you could create accidentally.

What if you… wait for her on the surroundings of the city?

Please, she have a lot of work, don’t interrupt her, she’s begging you.

Ganyu thought you heard her request, but she knew that you were just hiding when a window opened out of nowhere and a lot of documents flew away in the room.

You appeared hanging upside down from the other side of the window, jumped down and entered to pick up the documents. You hand her over all the pages and then you leave through the space on the wall.

“… I’ll be in Huaguang Stone Forest… ”

“Thank you.”

Even though you both agreed that you would return to the stone forest, she couldn't help but feel guilty as the hours passed, did you feel like a nuisance? Maybe she should apologize. Again.

When another successful day at work ended, she realized that repeating the same words over and over was not the best way to show her regret. That’s why a better idea formed in his head as she approached the abode of the rest of Adeptus.

Ganyu found you being scolded by Mountain Shaper for unintentionally releasing the trespassing intruders along with other creatures from their amber prisons.

After rescuing you again, she was able to propose her idea to you. With a calm and charming voice she asked you if you would like to learn about Liyue's traditions from the human perspective.

Sure, Zhongli could tell you about the beginning of traditions and festivities, but the way to celebrate them and pay tribute to the Adeptus was something that only a person who had lived among mortals for years could explain to you.

Your eyes shone in gratitude but no words really came out of your lips, kind of embarrassed you said some nonsensical things and then another amber cracked when you brushed its surface.

Mountain Shaper kicked you out without thinking twice.

But hey! The next day your classes on Culture from the Mortal Perspective began! A quick but calm walk through Liyue that got spread when a bunch of kids recognized you.

How could they not remember the person who plays with them every time they get a chance?

Ganyu sat by the side of the road on an empty bench, watching you scamper the children who seemed happy at your mere presence. Like the occasional accidents of a child, the curious and outlandish nature cannot be controlled, only accepted.

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CHONGYUN

Don’t move! The future best exorcist in the world, Chongyun, will put an end to your legacy of misdeeds and pranks! No evil specter that causes bad luck will survive to-!

Just by lightly tapping with your fingertips you were able to break the seal of the talismans that surrounded you out of nowhere. Pushing back the boy who was convinced that he had beaten his yang.

how dare u interrupt him.

Another of Xingqiu’s pranks? Isn’t this going a little to far? He hadn’t learn about not believing everything his friend says smh.

Let’s just mess with him a little.

‘Measure your words, human. In the presence of the God of Chaos, the first thought that should run through your mortal instinct is to beg for your life, since those who dare to defy them will be punished and displayed as a trophy in the infinity of the abyss from which the catastrophe came out.’

You took a few steps closer to him, while Chongyun kept backing away. The scene was so dramatic that you had to stop when the boy summoned his sword.

Haha jk, nice to meet u.

It's nice to know that there are still such dedicated exorcists out there.

But wait-, so you're not an evil spirit? A God? Why is there a god causing accidents all over Liyue!? That makes no sense! If you think you can deceive him by pretending to be a deity then he shall punish you severely for disrespecting them!

After a detailed explanation of your identity, Chongyun's mood plummeted again due to another failure as an exorcist.

He sat silently on a rock and remained silent, his expression showed so well his disappointed that it made you feel like it was your fault.

Ohno, a sad human child, your weakness-

At the end you sat next to him to listen to what he had to say.

Did he really want to see a spirit so badly? Those things are horrible, wearing strange clothes and yelling all the time, buagh! The thought of it gives you chills. But there's nothing you can do, after all they are drawn to your chaos.

When you finished talking so indifferently about what you lived through from day to day, you looked back at Chongyun, finding his expressive eyes filled with astonishment and disbelief.

Are you a magnet of evil? Chaos and destruction? Demons and spirits alike appear wherever you go?

Then you stopped him, it wasn't something to take so lightly; there’s also the chaos of the butterfly effect, natural disasters, unforeseen events, influencing the mood of evil people, losing your favorite pair of socks-

But you attract spirits, right!? You have to help him! How can you say ‘no’ to that face?

The next day he took you to one of his commissions as an exorcist, a house that had numerous reports from its previous tenants. He stayed outside and asked you to come in first, obviously you refused, if your chaos broke something inside you would have more problems besides the ghosts of the house.

He insisted a little more, it worked. Now you were waiting to feel the presence of some spirit trying to attack you. You could feel it, their energy was spread throughout the building, but still there was no movement. Neither hostility, neither terror, just the presence of a soul.

When it was Chongyun's turn to enter you explained this to him, his yang was also easy to perceive, you could describe it as a blizzard in the middle of the storm. But despite this, that presence didn’t react to his energy, nothing changed.

Then you understand it, your energies neutralized each other. Your chaos and his yang ended in a stalemate that went nowhere.

“I was really hoping to see an actual spirit and not only stay still in the middle of the entrance… “

“Well, I can still curse you. Want to try?” Chongyun crossed his arms, annoyed for your jokes.

“Maybe I should exorcize you instead… ”

“Ohh, so the little exorcist wants a deity to be his personal dummy? Let’s make a pact then. Promise me your soul.”

“I-I thought you said you weren’t actually a demon!”

When you stroked his hair he couldn't help but think about how much he still had to learn, so much so that even the gods were taking pity on him.

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[wolken-himmel]

In which (Y/n) drags Riddle off to play hide-and-seek with her in the Heartslabyul maze.

Riddle has never played hide-and-seek before, and loses his first round due to overthinking which hiding place to use. Yet, he soon finds out how fun this game can be.

Request by @yukimoa.

"I should be studying instead of doing whatever it is we're doing, (Y/n)."

Riddle let out a groan as you dragged him through the winding corridors of the Heartslabyul maze, determined to reach the centre of the labyrinth. It had been approximately half an hour already ever since you had pulled Riddle away from his desk and out of his room to take a well-needed break from his studies.

"No!" you exclaimed, huffing angrily as you briefly turned around to face him. "You've been studying all day already! You need some rest and fresh air."

Riddle furrowed his eyebrows when you turned back around and resumed to dragging him around again. "But, I can't get less than a hundred percent on the next Animal Language test!" he cried out, the impending anxiety of a bad grade making him frown deeply. What would his mother say to a measly eighty percent on his next test? She would surely lynch him.

You rolled your eyes for the umpteenth time this day. "You're Riddle," you whispered, your voice half-joking and half-serious. "You'll get everything right without a problem."

Your flattery immediately caused his cheeks to turn as red as his hair. Covering his mouth with his other free hand, he let out a serious of concerning coughs. "N-No! That's not true!" he cried out, his voice an octave higher than it usually was. Although you couldn't help but giggle at how adorable he was when flustered, you never stopped walking, determined to reach the centre so you could really begin playing the game you had in mind.

Riddle stayed quiet after that, your words still echoing around in his mind, bouncing around like an old screensaver. You were satisfied with how his whining had ceased completely, too! One problem eliminated, and soon, the second and simultaneously last one disappeared as well, which was reaching the centre of the labyrinth.

"Finally!" you cried out once the constricting walls of the maze came to an end, revealing the spacious and vast centre to you. This was where the shed for the flamingos was, as well as a few pavilions with tables and chairs. Letting go of Riddle's hand, you clapped your hands in delight. "I thought we'd be walking around like lost children all day long..."

Riddle still had a sceptical frown on his face, unable to get that dreadful upcoming test out of his mind — so much that he couldn't find enjoyment in your silly antics and games. "Well, what do we do now?" he asked while crossing his arms and quirking his eyebrows at you. "Or is that all you wanted to do? If yes, then I'll return—"

You rolled your eyes and merely put your index finger on his lips, which quickly managed to shut him up successfully. His eyes widened to the size of saucers at how daring and forward you were; if anyone else had done this to him, they would have been beheaded immediately. Your giggles snapped him out of his confused trance again. "Hush, now go on and hide, alright?" you proposed. "Or would you like to search for me instead?"

Riddle let out a hesitant sigh, not really in the mood to play this new game with you. "I'll just... go hide," he said with a dumbfounded frown on his face, shrugging. "It can't be that hard, can it?"

Your eyes widened at the implication of his words. And indeed, the way he reacted with even more confusion confirmed your hypothesis. Gasping, you covered your mouth with your hands. "Wait, you never played hide-and-seek before?" you inquired, an outraged cry escaping your lips.

Riddle nodded slowly, a little bit embarrassed by how loudly you gasped once he had given you his answer. Was this something to be ashamed of? Well, he never had any time for silly games such as these, but he couldn't deny that it was embarrassing, anyway. "Trey and Che'nya told me they would teach me to play..." He lowered his gaze to the ground, his hands tightly clasped behind his back. "But they never got to teach me..."

Immediately noticing the shift in mood, you bit your lip in pity at seeing Riddle so sad, lost in his traumatic past. Nervously laughing, you shot him a reassuring smile and wrapped your hands around his. "That's fine!" you yelled out, trying your best to cheer the Heartslabyul dorm leader up. "It's really simple! And you're a quick learner, anyway."

Riddle hummed, agreeing with you when you said that it couldn't be too hard: After all, this was a children's game, right? So, tilting his head to the side with childish innocence and curiosity, he inquired, "I'll just go hide, and you have to find me, right?"

You immediately nodded, your eyes bright and proud. "Aw, aren't you a genius?" you cooed as you extended your hands to pinch his cheeks, which left him enraged and fuming, yet, he remained silent. Usually, he hated to be treated like a child, but your praises made him feel quite happy and accomplished — it was a strange feeling.

So, grinning from ear to ear in absolute delight at your praises, Riddle proudly exclaimed, "I heard the other people in town talk about this game a lot before I even met Trey and Che'nya."

"That's my Riddle!" you drawled playfully, shooting him a big and toothy smile. "Alright, go ahead and hide somewhere within the maze. I'll count to thirty."

Riddle let out a haughty huff. "Easy."

"Alright~" His cockiness amused you, but you didn't decide to comment on it. "Off with you!"

You gently nudged him away before placing your hands over your eyes, making sure not to peek or let in even a little ray of light. Opening your mouth, you began counting down from thirty loudly, your voice echoing through the centre of the maze.

Riddle had immediately distanced himself from you, his eyes frantically darting around the area in search for a good hiding spot where you would never find him. The gazebos, the flamingo shed, or maybe just plain bushes? He couldn't decide which one had the highest probability of shielding him from your eyes. Clicking his tongue, he remained frozen and repeatedly muttered, "Where... Where..."

He took such a long time to decide which place to use as a hiding spot that he didn't realise the thirty seconds were soon over, allowing you to remove your hands from your eyes and gaze around the area. "Riddle~?" you called out in a sing-song voice, skipping towards him, who still stood out in the open for you to see if you just crossed the corner. "Here I come!"

Riddle gulped, his eyes wide in horror. "Oh no..."

But it was too late for him to just jump behind the gazebo, for you had already found him just standing there, frozen. "I found you!" you yelled out, a proud grin on your lips as you dashed over to him, immediately grabbing him by his hand and patting his head with the other. Giggling, you couldn't help yourself but tease the embarrassed dorm leader. "Hey, you're not really good at playing this game, are you?"

Riddle was fuming, angry at himself for having taken such a long time on thinking that he had entirely forgotten to hide. "I just thought so much about which hiding place would be best that I completely forgot to hide—" he admitted, his voice turning into a soft whine at the end of his sentence.

You shook your head in amusement, feeling a little bit of pity for your friend. So, not wanting to mock him for his hilarious failure at finding a hiding spot, you instead proposed, "How about you count and search for me, instead?"

Riddle nodded awkwardly. "Alright."

Having seen you close your eyes and count down to zero earlier, he did exactly that. As your time was running out, you immediately stormed away from Riddle, your eyes scanning the vast area for a big obstacle you could use as a good place to hide.

"Hm..." You stroked your chin as you eyed the shed designated for the flamingos, deeming it better than bushes or the confusing rest of the maze. Shrugging, you ran behind the little building, you pressed your back against the wooden wall, and let out a little huff. "Let's hide behind here..."

Only a few seconds later, Riddle removed his hands from his eyes and loudly announced, "Alright, (Y/n)— time us up."

The sound of footsteps padding across the grassy floor filled your ears, leaving the feeling of adrenaline pumping through your veins. Covering your mouth with your one hand, you cackled to yourself and whispered, "He will never find me here—" That haughty grin on your lips was quickly wiped off your face when you gazed down to find a flamingo press its head against your stomach, demanding pets. Your eyes widened in horror, and you pushed it away from you, accidentally raising your voice. "Oi, get away from me! I'm in the middle of something—"

"Found you!" Riddle yelled out happily as his head poked out from the corner, a big grin on his lips.

A frustrated frown on your face, you finally pushed the flamingo away, causing it to huff and march away proudly. When Riddle appeared beside you, you crossed your arms and shot him a little glare. "Argh... all because of this stupid flamingo..." you muttered under your breath, making an amused shimmer appear in the boy's eyes. Yet, you weren't a sore loser; instead, you were incredibly proud of him. "Riddle, you're really good with searching, huh?"

His cheeks turned red. "Am I?"

"Yes~" you cooed while teasingly pinching his cheeks. "You're a natural!"

Usually, he would have slapped or collared you for doing something embarrassing and humiliating like that, but he was in high spirits today — all thanks to you. A genuine smile on his lips, he whispered, "Thanks, (Y/n)."

"For what?" You quirked an eyebrow, wondering what he had thanked you for.

"For making me take a break when I needed it."

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[lemonhobgoblin]

Softer than the Summer Night

Mothman X (gender neutral) Reader

Length: 2k

Genre: Slight NSFW & Fluff

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"Stay don't move please," you wearily voiced into the dark.

When you spoke it worsened the strain you were feeling, your face contorted in discomfort. Even the thought of being moved was enough to get you squirming and whining. On your aching knees, hunched over, knuckles turning lighter in color, and eyes fixed ahead.

The sounds of the city outside your home were overshadowed by your ragged breath. All you could hear was breath and beating heart. You couldn't endure this any longer. You knew you couldn’t stay like this forever. You desperately wanted to move and finish what you started, and backing out now was far from being a feasible option.

"Fuck." Feeling a slight slip up on the other end. You physically couldn't take much more of this.

Your grip on the material you had bunched in your hands was loosening, and your reign on things was beginning to drastically falter.

"O fuck me" you breathed out frustrated, resting your head against a wooden frame. You could feel yourself getting tuckered out from this ordeal, feeling yourself becoming flushed with a light layer of sweat coating your skin. This was a good time as any now and fully let go. Knees and thighs sore from holding your still form, you began to move, releasing yourself of this hold.

"Ahhhh," you moaned out, watching in disbelief as the blanket slipped off the chair. Frustrated you threw yourself back onto the cool floor. You wasted your time doing that for nothing.

Heated at how the fabric refused to stay in place no matter how much you adjusted it. You flopped onto the hard floor to cool down. The cool ground felt refreshing on your steamy body. You didn't even want to look at it at the fort at the moment. Knowing you would just give up if you tried again immediately. You decided to rest your eyes and give yourself some time to collect yourself. Giving yourself some time before getting back to work on it.

Why wouldn’t it stay when you wanted it to stay.

Perhaps you should've just waited for your partner to bring you the supplies and figure out what to do from there. Of course, you being you, you got a little impatient eager.

It wasn’t a minute till you felt a presence hovering over you- watching.

Cracking open your eyes, you saw standing over you was a large humanoid moth-like creature looking down upon your disheveled form. Holding a batch of items in his arms, curiously staring at you. Tilting his head, confused as to why you were on the floor and.. sweaty?

"Hey, you grabbed the stuff I asked for?" You asked. Not wanting to get into the details as to why you were down on the ground defeated.

He nodded.

"Cool, well just give me a minute more. I'm almost done here. I still need to fix some things." Launching yourself back into a sitting position, getting back to work on keeping the blanket in place, only for it to slip off the wooden dining chair again.

Groaning over the fact that you were making a fool of yourself- especially in front of Mothman. He shouldn’t have to see in all your shame. Meantime, Mothman was just standing there completely unaware of what's going on still, but content to be part of it.

Internally wallowing to yourself, unsure whether you should continue or throw yourself into your half-done structure and call it a night.

Then it hit you.

Recalling that you asked for Mothman to bring duct tape. Looking back, scanning through the items within his arms. You successfully spotted the tape that was cradled within his right arm.

"Can you pass me that duct tape in your arms?" you pointed.

"No, not that"

"it's right there. That's not it."

Redirecting him and pointing out what you wanted, only to end up playing a guessing game. Sifting through each item, and saying no to everything he held out. How he was able to get the supplies you asked for? You'll never know.

After the first ten items, Mothman dropped all the material onto the floor with a thud. Thinking it would be easier to get what you wanted. Unsurprised, you stared at the pile straight lip. “No problem that is just as effective."

Crawling to the pile in the middle living room of your home, to grab the roll of tape.

What started as a calm night alone, became a little date night-with Mothman coming over uninvited. This wasn't uncommon he did this quite often, but you never turned him down always glad to welcome him in. That and also the fact you didn't want a seven-foot monster outside your window scratching at your window like a stray cat begging to be let in and draw attention to himself.

Bringing you up to speed now, putting together a fort. Clearly, rusty, it's been some time since you made a blanket fort. It wasn't your fault, you were always busy to do anything like this. Even if you did have the time, it just never occurred to you to do so after a long day of work. Usually, the closest thing to this, is you grabbing a throw blanket and pillow onto the floor with maybe some plushies and calling it a day.

But with Mothman in the picture, you had to get creative with things to do at home. Meaning you coming up with indoor activities and not go out in public at all. So no causal stroll by the park, or popping into a nice establishment and chat. As amusing it would be going out, you couldn’t do that for Mothman’s safety and especially those around. Leaving you both to see each other deep in the wilderness at night, in the abandoned TNT facility where the Cryptid resided and here in your home.

And you both managed to keep each other occupied- getting into ridiculous shenanigans. There wasn’t a day you were bored of one another’s company, even when you both had nothing to do. It was always a good time. And today was any different.

Tapping down the blanket against stile of the chair and now the moment of truth. Removing your hands and...

It didn’t move. It stayed.

“Finally!” throwing your arms up in triumph. Behind you, Mothman watched your mini victory pose. Unsure what you were doing with your arms in the air he mimicked your gesture.

“Alright, just a few more things.” Walking back to the heap on the ground, pushing and gathering all of it into the fort to do some final touch-ups. Leaving Mothman to awkwardly put his arms down as you disappeared inside.

Decorating and organizing the interior of the fort, striving to make it as pleasant and comfy as possible. Knowing that Mothman probably hasn't experienced this before. You wanted this to be perfect. Well as perfect as you could, given that you already used tape.

Amid you’re scrambling, a curious and impatient Mothman wanted a quick glimpse, to get a clue to what you were doing. He figured it was shelter, but why make another within your home.

As quiet as he could, he tried to lower himself onto all fours - to sneakily get a peek inside. Unfortunately, due to his large stature mixed with the old floorboard, you were alerted of him snooping by the sound of squeaky floorboards.

“Not yet." You said, popping, catching him off guard, in the act.

Surprised he just looked down, pretending he was looking at something interesting. Squinting your eyes, you went back inside.

Once you were back inside, he was back to his antics, and once more you heard his attempt. "Not yet" you reminded, poking out once more before going back in.

Of course, that didn't stop. He tried his hand again and you knew him too well, you were quick to scold him from inside without having to peer out.

Startled, his antennas and the fur on his body puffed out. How do you see him? Looking around to see if you were behind him or somewhere else in the room. Are you still in there? A valid reason for him to look inside now, he chirped eagerly. “Nice, try. I’m still in here and you can’t come in yet,” you announced.

Defeated, he deflated and resigned himself to sitting on the floor picking at the rug. Fortunately, he didn't have too long.

"Okay, you can come in" you called out.

You were content with the work you did both inside and out; well mostly inside. A couple of plush blankets laid on the ground with pillows lined against the walls of the interior and little something extra strung around. But there was still a good amount of space, that even Mothman could probably fit inside. Reaching for the electric lantern, to illuminate the area. You heard shuffling behind you- figuring it was the Cryptid making himself comfortable.

Lantern in hand you turned right around, the light flicking on, and was greeted with misjudgment.

Guess not you thought.

Seated smack dab in the middle, Mothman had unceremoniously become a support beam for the structure. His head pitching up the sinking portion of the blanket up. Clearly, this wasn’t large enough.

"I thought this would be big enough." You huffed to yourself.

You felt positive this was big enough, thinking to yourself - trying to see how you could fix this. Whereas Mothman just did his own thing and took matters into his own hands.

"Maybe if you-“You trailed off, watching him crawl further inside before rolling onto his back, laying his head against a pillow you set near the walls of the fort - stretching his legs across the entire interior and his feet simply hanging out from the entrance. “Or that. That's fine too."

Inching closer to him, you noted his pleasant demeanor, his chest rising steadily as he breathed in deeply, his fur ruffling up and flattening back as he exhaled. His limbs going completely slack, his muscles loosened. He was completely at ease.

“Comfy?” you teased.

He chirped in response.

"Well, I'm about to up the ante," you crawled over across his torso, reaching for a switch just near him.

"1,2,3" with a click, the interior light up with a soft warm golden glow of fairy lights strewn about all over. Though it may be cheap lighting, its beautifully sparkling bulbs filled the area with a warm, cozy atmosphere as well giving you a sense of awe just as it did for Mothman.

"Do you like it?" You asked.

Sitting up with wide eyes, Mothman gazed on with the utmost sense of wonder, transfixed on the lights and nothing else. As if he was in a world of his own. This wasn’t anything new, honestly, this was one of the first things you noticed when you first met him. And you’ve seen his habit time and time again. But you could never grow tired of it. It was quite adorable.

"I’m assuming so.” You chuckled.

Your laugh snaked its way into his enraptured mind, knocking him out of his trance. He stared at you, nearly forgetting you were there. As luminous and beautiful as the light was, there was something missing.

It didn't take long for you to catch Mothman's sudden change in behavior-still as statue and eyes locked on you.

"Mothman?"

Without giving you a chance to ask, he moved toward you, lifting you from your spot like some common house cat with ease; body slack and no resistance. He placed you right in his lap, before laying back with you laying on top of him-your back against his chest.

This was a surprise but not an unwelcome one. You shifted into a more comfortable position, Flipping over onto your stomach, propping your head up with one hand while the other lightly stroke at his chest- you peered down at him. "Better?"

Mothman sunk further in his spot, completely in bliss, and if that wasn't proof enough Mothman purred even louder in pure content. Now it was perfect. Wrapping his arms around you, hugging you closer to him-making you rest your head on him. You smiled, digging your head further into his plush chest.

He finally realized what you made, it was a nest for the both of you. Thats why you were so eager to make this. He couldn't wait to put this fort to good use. But seeing how hard you work on this, he could only guess how tired you were after put this together. So he'll let you rest.

The strong vibration from his purring perforated through your body. Whatever tension or stress you had melted away. It was enough to slowly lull into a nice slumber.

Well there go your movie plans in here. But that was okay because this was better.

Together you both laid there in silence. The beat of his heart keeping in rhythm with yours along with the ambiance of the city outside your home. The feeling of his chest rising and falling with you. Sheltered under a flimsy but cushiony fort. You eventually succumbing to sleep while Mothman stayed up to keep watch - enjoying whatever time he had left with you till heading out before dawn. Until the next night, when you could see each other again. So for now, you both held each other in each other's arms on this soft summer night.

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A/N: Thanks for Reading!! <3

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[oro-e-diamanti]

Quiet Music: Capriccio (Chapter 4)

In collaboration with @bethanysnow whose ask box is always open for questions, comments, and anything else about this story as well!

Catching the small flames of romance, starting to get turned on higher. They have a tour to do, right? Not spend all their time making goo-goo eyes at each other.....unless?

Content | Fluff

Pairing | fem!Reader x Damiano

Word Count | 8274

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"Thomas," Y/n stared down as he entered the bus. "When I gave you my personal number it was meant for emergencies, not you texting me because you forgot what "sempiternal" means in the middle of the night. What were you reading anyway?!"

"Nothing." Thomas looked up at her from where he was sitting, wide eyes, feigning innocence.

Y/n shook her head, not believing the guitarist and his horrible poker face, but not being bothered enough to question him any further either. “Well, next time you have a question like that in the middle of the night, ask google instead.” She gave him a warm smile and a little pat on the head as she passed him by, moving down the hallway of the tour bus.

It had become a routine for her to stop at the stove first, starting the coffee for everyone, then having a look around as she was waiting for it to boil. Damiano was slumped over on a couch, his head in his hand and still half asleep. She wondered how little rest he had gotten last night, after meeting him out on the balcony at 2 am.

Had he stayed awake for hours, like she had? Had he been thinking about her, the way she had been thinking about him? He had flirted quite heavily last night and she wasn’t sure whether to attribute it to his sleepiness, or if he had meant it at all. She wasn’t quite sure what she was hoping for either. He was insanely attractive, and the attention he gave her made her heart beat in ways no other man had managed to do before. But this wasn’t the time or situation to turn into a bundle of nerves because of a boy.

Even if her brain had decided to play fantasies of him storming into her hotel room last night. Demanding to kiss her. Holding her face in his hands. Looking at her with those dark, hazel eyes, like she was the only person in the world. Probably smelling of sleep and cigarettes and all that made him inherently Damiano. She knew the smell well, it had been haunting her all throughout this whole fucking tour. But the fantasies kept coming, imagining him in love with her, even if she never truly believed in it. It was a nice idea, nothing more.

The sharp hiss of the coffee pot pulled her out of his thoughts and woke up Damiano from his half-slumber. Tired eyes trying to make out the source of the noise, smiling slightly when realising that caffeine was coming his way. Y/n quickly moved to get his cup ready, preparing it the way she had already learned he preferred. He readily held out his hand for the beverage, fingers briefly touching. She almost dropped it as sparks ran through her. She wasn’t sure if he had felt the same or simply hid it better. But as soon as the cup was safely in his hands, she turned back around. Back to the stove to take a deep breath and continue her morning routine.

I need to get over myself. This is a job. Getting fluttery over your boss is not gonna help get the job done. Ignore him. He didn’t feel anything. You need to work. Not imagine something that is never gonna happen. It's not gonna happen, Y/n.

She made quick work depositing the other mugs to Victoria and Thomas, before finding Ethan in the very back of the bus. Drum sticks in hands and absentmindedly tapping a beat on the table in front of him.

“Coffee?”

“Yeah, thank you,” he answered, absentmindedly. “Hey, Y/n, does this sound good to you?”

Ethan started to play out a beat, effectively ignoring the cup that had been placed on the table, as she sat down beside him to listen.

“I’m no musician, but it certainly sounds good to my ears!”

Ethan gave her a proud smile, putting his drumsticks to the side for a second to take a sip from his drink. Y/n, grabbed them immediately, beating randomly on the table.

“You know what? I may have to take you up on your offer of teaching me to play. Love how you guys always have stuff around, you’re just constantly thinking about music. I wish I knew how to play," she sighed.

“I can show you a bit of drumming right now, if you’d like?” He offered. “Just a bit of a rhythm on the table right here.”

He moved closer to her, taking her hands in his as she kept holding onto the sticks and tried to get her to play a little, easy beat, but the angle was awkward and her wrist was bent too much to properly tap along.

“Okay, this isn’t working,” he laughed. “Would you mind, um, moving between my legs?”

Y/n could feel another blush coming on. It may be just Ethan, but it IS Ethan and Ethan sure is pretty. She studied his face, unassuming, nothing but a welcoming smile. But she felt odd. She had only been working for this band for a few days, yet she’d already grown closer to them than any other client she had worked with before. Normally she’d do her job, get a quick thank you on the way out, and then just retire somewhere. Do uni work, wait for further instructions. This whole thing was new and as much as she was enjoying it, she wasn’t sure if she was crossing lines she shouldn’t as a personal assistant. Then again, what was the harm in a little lesson? It wasn’t like there was anything else to it. This wasn’t him trying to flirt with her, this was him trying to be a friend. She could do with a friend.

With a quick nod, she moved and sat down on the floor in front of Ethan. Nestling between his legs as he held her hand. Helping her get into position before backing up a little to give her more space. Grabbing her hands again with the sticks to demonstrate how she was supposed to hold and then hit the table. He leaned over her to watch what she was doing. She understood quickly, getting the hang of it and before she knew it Ethan had let go of her hands as she was successfully keeping the rhythm going.

“See? Natural talent,” he laughed behind her.

Neither of them had noticed Damiano walk down the corridor towards them until he stopped in the doorway.

“Ah, Dami! Look what Ethan taught me!” Y/n starts repeating the little rhythm with the biggest smile on her face, proud of herself and what she’d learned in such a short time. Ethan leant back, watching her with a smile.

“Good job, Y/n. Keep going and you might replace Edgar soon,” Damiano said, ducking into the bathroom with a laugh.

Y/n watched him disappear. Her heart fluttered as he left her sight. If he could just not be my boss, that’d be fucking great…

She stood back up to sit next to Ethan on the couch, shaking the thought off. “I see why you like drumming, it’s fun.”

“Thank you, I think so too. You enjoy being our assistant, by the way?” Ethan asked, looking at her inquisitively while finally continuing to drink his coffee.

“Actually, yes. Best job I have ever taken. I know your manager is an absolutely wonderful woman. Didn’t know she planned this position for me originally though, kinda scared me to be honest.”

“Are we scary?”

“No, no. You’re all lovely. You are the biggest group I’ve worked for so far, so there’s that. But…” Y/n moved to sit on her leg now, leaning closer to Ethan, starting to feel more comfortable around him. “You four are indescribably amazing people. My mum would probably call you ‘people after God’s heart’,” she imitated her mother’s Northern accent, making Ethan laugh.

“Shocking, I know, that we’re normal!”

Y/n smacked his chest.

“No! You are far better than anyone- no one on this bus is ‘normal’.”

“Even the driver?”

“Especially the driver.”

***

Damiano hadn’t meant to listen in, but standing behind the slightly closed door of the restroom, he couldn’t help himself, even if it was killing him. Ethan and Y/n would probably be really good for each other… The thought flashed through him. No. It wouldn’t happen. Not under his watch.

Last night had been a blessing and a curse. After finishing his smoke, he had stood out on the balcony for a little longer, imagining the conversations they would have been having if she had stayed out with him. Under the moonlight. Måneskin. Her hair down, she would probably go get another glass of wine. Coming back out to see him.

“What about you, amore mio? Working on more Shakespeare?”

“Yes. Always. I work hard for things I want, you know me. All work no play makes Y/n a happy girl,” she would snicker into her wine glass.

“What if I wanted you. What would I have to do? Never been shy about ... hard… work, either…”

“Why don’t you come and find out, the door is unlocked…”

With a heavy sigh, he moved to the sink to splash some water on his face, raking it through his hair. It was only early in the morning, he didn’t need to unscrew his head just yet. She was just a girl. Just some girl that worked for them. There were so many people on the team, she was simply one of them. But she was also a woman, with wants and needs and desires, and oh, how he would love to attend to every single one of them… Maybe I could be a need for her, for the beautiful woman just one room over. He screamed internally. He was done for.

***

By the time Y/n left Ethan to his coffee, Damiano was back on the couch with a pen and paper, gears visibly turning in his head. He didn’t even look up when she entered. See, just a guy, Y/n thought. Victoria was busy bickering with the driver about wanting to stop at a service station within the next hour. Thomas was scrolling through his phone absent-mindedly.

As soon as Vic had finished her conversation, she walked over to where Y/n was sitting, letting herself drop onto the seat next to her heavily, laying her head on her shoulder. “Y/n I want snacks.”

“I bought snacks, they’re in the cupboard.”

“But, fun snacks! Like you,” the bassist winked.

“As much as I love the compliment, Victoria, I am sure the driver will take us to the next petrol station after hearing your plea.” She kissed the top of the blonde’s head. “You can survive a little longer without sugary snacks.”

Victoria looked up at her with big blue eyes, wrapping her arms around the assistant. “But what if I can’t, Y/n,” she whined, pulling a dramatic pose. “What if I waste away without fun snacks.”

“Vic, love, nothing here will make you die because you haven’t had food. I provided all of you with breakfast - it was your decision to let Thomas eat yours.”

“And I don’t regret a thing!” Thomas shouted from his seat, all three of them breaking out into laughter. Y/n grinned, eyes falling back onto some of the papers in front of her, ready to get back into work. Victoria’s arm looped around Y/n’s as she snuggled into her shoulder with a pitiful sigh.

***

Goddamnit, not her, too.

Damiano had meant to start writing some more, lyrics and words and images flowing through his head in a chaos that needed to be tamed by pen and paper. But as soon as he had sat down Victoria had started moaning about snacks and her little interaction with Y/n had taken up all of the brain space the lyrics should have. His eyes kept focusing on the closeness between the two of them. The way Vic leant her head on Y/n’s shoulder, the way she in turn kissed the bassist’s head. So far he had only considered Ethan to be a concern. But now the thought of Victoria herself meddling was increasingly growing. So she might have had a boyfriend but that had been, what? Years ago? She had said? And the guy had been a dick. What if she’d just given up on men completely, deciding to exclusively date girls from now on? Fuck.

Staring at the way Victoria was now cuddling her, his thoughts ran wild. Was this still friendly? Was the smile she was giving Vic flirty? Maybe she hadn’t been returning his flirtations the way he’d been hoping because it was Vic she was interested in, not him?

Dwelling on these thoughts wasn’t going to help. Jealousy, envy, insecurity… as interesting as they would be as drag names, they weren’t going to solve the issue. Damiano felt stuck. Making heart eyes at a girl who was three feet away while she was none the wiser. Yet it was Victoria latching onto her arm. He wasn’t surprised. She was gorgeous, and funny, and cared about people. And Vic had a lot of good qualities he himself didn’t possess. Maybe it’s the boobs? His brain mused, but he shook it off. That wasn’t it, he was sure of it.

***

Victoria studies Damiano. His face would have been unreadable to anyone else, obviously lost in his thought. But she knew him well enough to understand that the look on his face was one of insecurity and upset. Not necessarily at anything in particular, just upset. Her eyes softened. Raising a brow at the singer. He simply shrugged, shaking his head, then taking the notebook he was carrying everywhere. Opening it up, staring at the words written there, but not adding anything. Yet his eyes never stopped flicking away to everyone else around him, obviously restless. What was up with him? If there was one thing Victoria hated it was one of her friends feeling off and her not being able to do anything about it. But she knew Damiano, and she knew it could be hard to get him to budge if he didn’t want to talk.

As their eyes met once more, she took the chance to mouth at him, “You alright?”

His eyes flashed at Y/n for a split second, he probably hadn’t even noticed it himself, before nodding with a tight-lipped smile, then looking back down at his pages. That was when it finally clicked in Victoria’s mind. It was about her. And from the looks he kept secretly giving her, the problem wasn’t dislike.

***

“SNACKS!” Victoria and Thomas all but yelled as the bus pulled into the parking lot of a little petrol station. The band ran out of the bus, stumbling over each other like a hoard of kindergartners, and Y/n couldn’t help but smirk at their behaviour. Following them in a much more composed manner.

By the time she entered the shop, all four members of the band had dispersed into different corners. Trying to figure out what to buy. Damiano was holding up two chocolate bars, obviously trying to decipher what the difference was with no knowledge of Swedish whatsoever, before shrugging his shoulders and taking both.

Y/n was still in the doorway, grabbing a basket and consulting a little list on her phone. As much as she loved to let them run wild, she would not completely have them overdose on sugar. No matter how much they wanted to. She still felt responsible for their wellbeing, even on their days off. Juice felt like a sensible choice.

Suddenly, she saw a hand appear from behind her, casually taking out some orange juice from her basket. She turned around in surprise, only to be faced with Thomas looking at her with wide eyes, obviously feeling caught.

“No healthy stuff from the petrol station!” He suddenly shouted, grabbing her whole basket now and running away with it.

“Thomas!” She flew after him before she knew what she was doing, almost running over Ethan as she chased the guitarist through the little store. With not much space available, they ended up going round and round one of the shelves, until Thomas unceremoniously crashed into a cooler when he didn’t manage to take a turn in time. Trying to bite back a smile, Y/n walked over, breathlessly asking him if he was alright, as laughter still bubbled out of her. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Victoria, giggling away, phone pointed towards them.

“Oh no, you’re not putting that on the internet!” Y/n pointed a finger at her in what she hoped was an authoritative gesture, but Victoria wasn’t impressed.

“Too late!” She squealed as she skipped away, out of reach, to pay for whatever she had picked out.

Thomas had gotten back up on his feet in the meantime, contents of the basket still spilled all around him, sporting a pout.

“Stop it with that face,” Y/n scolded, but she couldn’t keep the smile at bay. “Go pick out your favourite snack, you can add it to my basket.”

Thomas happily skipped away as Y/n quickly picked up the mess, then moved to another aisle finding Damiano there. He seemed to be debating over the crisps now, having moved on from the chocolate bars.

She stood to the side, her eyes flashing over him a couple more times than necessary. He was just too pretty. It was simply impossible to look away. Even now, no fancy clothes, no stage makeup, no grand performance, he was mesmerising.

Her brain couldn’t help itself, images and ideas flashing in front of her eyes. Going to a petrol station on road trips with their future kids. Them bouncing around, chasing each other over a candy bar. Her and Damiano trying to get them not to cause a mess, slightly annoyed, but always laughing along with them.

She looked at him again. In a blink, the daydream changed.

It’s past midnight. He’s in the same sweatshirt he’s wearing right now. Her arms wrapped around his torso. Looking up at that beautiful face of his. Him picking up condoms from the health section. Winking at her with that certain glint in his eyes. Smacking her arse on the way to the cashier. Filled with giggles and flirtatious glances and knowing what the night ahead would entail. The anticipation crackling around them.

Oh, to be that girl. The girl he looks at with lustful eyes. The one he wasn't to make a baby with. Not the one to be ashamed of.

***

Damiano had chosen what kind of crisps to buy long ago. He simply was too busy staring back at Y/n, who seemed to be lost in thought. Eyes focused on him, yet apparently not noticing him looking back. He could basically see the gears in her head turning, mouth slightly open, far away in her mind.

Whatever enraptured that beautiful mind of hers… He wanted to know - could he be that very thing someday? Be so involved in her thoughts that it caused her to finally slow down? Get her to relax. He kept daydreaming about the massage he had given her the other day. How she had melted into his touch. He wanted that again. But more. He wanted her sighs and her moans as he worked her body in any way she would let him. Hell, he’d be her personal roadie if she wanted.

Fuck, he was smitten. She was always so strong-willed, so passionate. That night on the balcony had done nothing to help his fantasies. Her teaching him how to dance? Bodies close to each other, breathing the same air… Whatever perfume she used, he wanted to drown in it.

***

Victoria had been on the way back out, snacks acquired, Instagram story uploaded, and ready to head back to the bus for the last two hours of the ride. However, she stopped dead in her tracks when Y/n and Damiano caught her eye. Both of them were staring at the other, yet neither seemed to realise it. Just lost in their own worlds. Vic frowned, not oblivious to the dreamy look on Y/n’s face or the way Damiano’s eyes kept flicking up and down their assistant’s body. Something was definitely going on here and she was determined to find out what exactly it was.

After Y/n had finally moved again, paying for the snacks, Victoria caught up with her outside the shop. Their driver was having a smoke, surely had more than enough time left for a little talk.

“Y/n, wait up,” Vic quickly jogged up to her, taking the shopping bag out of her hand and carrying it into the bus ahead of her.. “Let me help you.”

She was counting on the guys to be staying outside for a little longer, probably lighting up a cigarette each as soon as they were done snack-shopping.

“So…” She started, putting away the snacks alongside Y/n. “Saw you staring at Damiano in there.”

Great, this wasn’t subtle at all, she scowled at herself. Tact had never been her strong suit in these situations. She was far more likely to rush into a conversation, head first, too open, too honest, too soon.

“I- uh- I don’t know what you mean. I was probably just staring off into space.”

Okay, she was getting flustered. Victoria knew she was onto something here, but it wouldn’t be easy to get anything out of Y/n. She was way too professional and… uptight for that. And they didn’t exactly have any red wine on tap to get her to open up.

“You know, there’s no harm in it. He’s a very attractive man,” she said, playfully nudging Y/n’s side. “Pretty sure everyone’s had the hots for him at some point.”

“Well I haven’t, it's very unprofessional.” Y/n stubbornly replied and Victoria almost laughed out loud.

Sure, she hadn’t. That’s why she was staring at him like he was a drink of water in the middle of a desert. Or why she was getting all flustered every time he touched her. Or why she always seemed to gravitate towards him, whatever she was doing. But that wasn’t what Vic was going to say. It wouldn’t get them anywhere. She had learned that much about Y/n.

“All my friends used to have a crush on him in school,” Vic laughed, remembering their beginnings. “They’d just hang out whenever we were rehearsing, making heart eyes at him and complimenting his every move, but he never cared. He never even looked at them, just giving them a polite hello. Never paid them any attention because he was way too focused on the music we were making. He’s always been like that. Music has always come first. It’s why I think it’s so peculiar how interested he is in you.”

If Y/n had been flustered before, she was full-on blushing now, rapidly opening a random cabinet to hide her face, but Victoria had seen. Her eyes got wide, as if she had been struck by lightning.

“He’s not interested in me, don’t be silly. I work for him just as I work for you and we all get along. Nothing is going to happen if that is what you are worried about. I would never jeopardize the tour or our friendship. He doesn’t even see me like that, anyway, so it’s fine. It’s not like I’m his type, and like, I mean-”

“Hey,” Victoria turned more serious now. As much as she enjoyed teasing her new friend, she felt like she needed to let her know that she wasn’t kidding in this case. She put a tentative hand on her shoulder. Having the other turn around to have Y/n face her. “I’m serious though. I know it’s early days, but if you feel something for him? I’m not going to stop you. Neither is anyone else on this tour. He’s a great guy. And I’ll personally punch him if he isn’t. And I think you’re great Y/n. You deserve good things.”

For a second, Victoria could see a flicker of Y/n’s softer side, of her vulnerability. She felt compelled to pull her into a hug, but she feared making her uncomfortable, so instead, she simply pretended she hadn’t seen. Just like she pretended not to hear Y/n’s voice breaking just the tiniest bit when she said, “Thank you.”

***

The old town of Malmö was full of cobblestone, canals, and adorable old houses. When Y/n led them into the restaurant she had reserved for the evening, Damiano made sure to ask for a table by the window, enamoured by what looked to be the main square of the town and the people hurrying along. As he turned back towards the table, he noticed Y/n with a similar look on her face. Chin held up by her hand as she leaned on the table, watching the world pass by outside. A serene smile played on her face and he feared he was mirroring her expression when Victoria kicked his foot from under the table. Giving him a knowing smile and a raised brow. He shook his head, quickly grasping the menu to distract himself.

“Oooh happy hour!” Victoria squealed. “First round of cocktails is on me!”

Damiano almost let out a sigh - knowing fully well that when it came to an evening like this, they would not stop at a round or two. He was to be proven right.

About two hours later, the sun was on the verge of setting. There was a nice buzz going on, dinner eaten, while the drinks kept coming. Thomas was retelling a story Damiano had heard about a hundred times. Excitedly waving his hands around he only just managed to grasp one of the glasses before the guitarist knocked it over. Y/n was listening attentively - the only one out of the bunch to not have heard Thomas’ retelling before. Damiano couldn’t help but notice how her cheeks were slightly flushed, a sure sign that she’d had a drink. He thought she looked adorable. She’d look just as adorable under me. He quickly put the thought away, blaming it on the alcohol he had consumed. Apart from Y/n - who had been responsible enough to switch back and forth between cocktails and water - they were all on the edge of being drunk, laughing too loudly, talking too excitedly, being a little too affectionate.

It’s what he blamed his behaviour on, when he found his foot searching for hers under the table. Giving her just the slightest, playful kick to get her attention. She looked at him immediately, raised eyebrows, obviously wondering if he had touched her by mistake. So this time, he fully smirked, holding eye contact, as he nudged her again. A timid smile appeared on her face and he was convinced that she would be awkward. Pulling back, possibly scolding him any other time. But her slightly intoxicated state seemed to leave her more open to his teasing. He barely believed it when she nudged him back. Maybe we’re actually getting somewhere here.

“Um, excuse me?”

The whole table looked up at once at the timid voice. Only to find two young girls awkwardly and uncomfortable standing next to them, faces as red as tomatoes and eyes wide.

“Are you Måneskin?”

“We are, actually!” Victoria beamed, immediately getting up. “Do you guys want some pictures?”

The girls didn’t seem to manage anything but hectic nods, too excited and overwhelmed. Damiano smiled. It didn’t matter how big they were getting - having people coming up to them to ask for photos, so obviously in love with them. Still made his heart beat like crazy. He’d do anything for the fans.

Quickly, getting up from his chair as well, he pulled the other two along with him, taking a few photos with the two, exchanging some words and thanking them for their support. Looking back at Y/n, he noticed she was getting a bit nervous.

“Guys, we should probably move back to the hotel now,” she said and it was only then that he took a look around and saw the amount of people staring. Talking and pointing phones at them. It was obvious none of them were actual fans - just hoping to get a glimpse of something to put on their social media. Damiano nodded, rounding up the rest of his band and leading them out of the restaurant, ready to call for a taxi as Y/n went to settle the tab and then followed them outside mere seconds later.

“Right let’s get you back to the hotel,” Y/n decided as they finally managed to flag down a taxi. “But don’t worry, the night’s not over yet - bring your swimsuits, I’ve got a little surprise for you.”

***

Y/n was perched on a little tiled bench, laptop with work opened at her side. A bluetooth speaker ready nearby. She’d slipped the girl at the reception a little money and a signed picture of the band, which she had gratefully taken, to make sure they’d have the hotel pool to themselves that night. Y/n was aware that the band tended to really enjoy a nice dip in the water and she was determined she’d get them to let loose and relax a bit before more gigs were coming their way.

She didn’t notice that everyone had arrived until a flash of blond ran past her and jumped into a pool with a massive splash. It shouldn’t have been a surprise that Thomas would announce his presence like this. She still flinched for a second. Ethan followed not much later, with Victoria opting for the stairs ‘for hair-related reasons’ and Damiano pushing her in anyways. Following swiftly himself, as she grabbed his hand as she was falling. Y/n shook her head, amused at the four, and turned on some music as she watched them.

She couldn’t help but smile at the way they all acted like little kids on a pool day. But behaviour was one thing - the way they looked was quite another. Water was running down their bodies… okay, one body in particular. She would be lying if she said that Damiano swimming around in nothing but his little shorts wasn’t… well, breathtaking. Tattoos on full display, hair wet, glistening skin. He was smiling, laughing, trying to outswim Thomas. The way his physique moved through the water… He was in formidable shape. What she would give to be manhandled by this man.

Him pinning her to a wall, smirking, looking down at her like he was going to eat her. He rightfully just might. Telling her all the dirty thoughts he had when on stage. Making her look away in a blush, but grabbing her face. Tsk-ing, ‘no, no, no, good girls look at who is speaking to them’.

But no. Work called her name, just loudly enough to pull her out of her fantasy.

***

Opening the laptop, she immediately seemed to get immersed in her work. Damiano watched her with a frown on his face. This was so like her - making sure everyone else got taken care of and was having a good time, only to withdraw and bury her in her work again. He wished she’d take more breaks to just enjoy.

Every now and then she looked away from the screen, watching what everyone else was doing and contently smiling to herself. He couldn’t help imagining her watching over him the same way with their kids. His head was running away with the idea.

Him splashing around with the children. Her watching over them, staying on the sidelines, smiling the way she was now. Making sure everyone was safe and happy. Snacks in hand. Their daughter climbing out of the water, running over to her. The way her eyes would light up, arms open wide, not caring about getting wet as she hugged her. He knew she’d be the most perfect mum, just from looking at her. Nothing had ever been as obvious to him.

A splash of water over his head pulled him out of his thoughts. Apparently, Ethan had caught him staring. He shrugged it off.

“Y/n! Come swim with us!” Victoria called, moving to the edge of the pool. The assistant did nothing but raise a brow at the request, shaking her head.

“You kids go have fun,” she laughed. “I’m fine here, doing a bit of work. Just because you got a day off, doesn’t mean I do too!”

“Ah, you’re no fun, Y/n. One night won’t kill you,” Thomas groaned, diving back under the water.

“Well, I didn’t even bring my swimsuit, so it’s out of the question anyway. Now let me do some work.” She tried to sound strict but the giggle bubbled in her voice anyway, still tiny traces of intoxication in her speech. Damiano grinned at the thought of her still being tipsy, slightly wondering if it’d give him the chance to get her to let her guard down the way she had done the night before.

“Oh, rubbish, you party pooper!” Vic shouted back. “Your underwear will do just fine, it’s not like anyone is here to tell you off.”

Y/n shot a look at Victoria. A blush that definitely wasn’t caused by alcohol crept onto her face.

“I’m alright, you have fun.”

Damiano’s head spun, looking at Y/n sitting on the bench. The sheer idea of her joining them like that? Potentially seeing her undress? He was more than glad the water was hiding the lower half of his body.

“Get over here now or we’re dragging you in!” Thomas threatened, already halfway through heaving himself out of the water.

Oh, no way I’m getting out of the water right now, not like this.

“Oh fine! Fine, fine. If it will make you all stop worrying about me ‘not having fun’,” she laughed.” She rolled her trousers up as she moved to the edge of the pool, kicked off her shoes, and let her legs dangle in the water as she sat down. “Happy?”

“For now,” Vic laughed. “But don’t think you’ll always get out of things this easily!”

“Oh come on guys, leave her be.” Ethan decided to be the voice of reason once again. He swam up to her, hair all piled on top of his head in a bun. “Sorry about them - they don’t know when to quit.”

Y/n giggled at his comment.

“It’s cool, nice seeing everyone have a good time though.” Y/n tilted her head for a moment, looking at Ethan. Slowly she raised a hand to hold his face still, the other hand pulling something out of his hair. “There you go. Can’t have fuzz in those luscious locks of yours!”

A scowl appeared on Damiano’s face. He knew he shouldn’t be feeling like this, but the way she was looking at Ethan right now, that soft touch, made all the fantasies in his head shatter for a moment. Why wasn’t she fixing his hair instead. Fuck, he was being stupid. His attention was drawn away from the pair as a loud squeal escaped Victoria, who was currently being wrestled in the water by Thomas.

“Don’t you dare dunk me!”

Damiano didn’t even have to watch to know what happened next. A second later, a spluttering Vic emerged, a murderous look in her eye as she dunked Thomas in return. Their little fight turned chaotic, ending with the top of her bikini slowly floating away from her.

“Aw Vic, do you always have to be topless?!” Thomas laughed loudly.

“You dick! You untied it!”

Y/n instantly covered her eyes, avoiding Victoria’s half-naked body at all costs, looking down at her lap.

“Um - maybe someone should, uh, give her her top back?” She stammered.

Vic looked at the blushing girl, a smirk growing on her face as she whispered something at Thomas, pointing at Y/n, obviously hatching a plan. She swam up to their friend, gently grabbing her legs under the water.

“You are the only one that seems to mind, amore… Do you not like my tits?” Victoria teased, cocking her head to the side as she tried to catch Y/n’s eyes.

“No! No, I mean- That’s not what I mean. Um… I don’t know - is it just me or is it hot in here?” Y/n was a mess, tripping over her words.

“The only one that’s hot here is you, Y/n,” Thomas grinned, swimming off to retrieve Vic’s top, which he handed to her as he came back. The blonde held it up to her boobs in a fake-clumsy way, big eyes looking up at Y/n.

“Oh, I think I’m going to need your help with this, Y/n. Mind tying me up?”

Y/n looked like she was about to explode, her face once again covered in a deep red. With slightly shaking fingers, she moved forwards as Vic turned her back towards her, fumbling with the strings around her neck and her back to tie them up.

“Thanks, babe, you’re a doll!” Victoria grinned, taking the assistant’s hand and leaving a little kiss on her knuckles. It was the point at which Damiano decided he’d definitely need to protect her from his bandmates. If anything, it was his time to bother Y/n now.

As Damiano swam over, Y/n was still bright red. Her head was still lowered, picking at her nail polish, as she squeaked out a “hi”. You’ve got to put on the charm now, you can do it, he said in his head, hyping himself up as he looked back at her. He didn’t want to bring her into even more of an awkward situation, but his hands were on her legs before he even noticed, slightly stroking along the curve of her calves under the water.

“Don’t mind those fools,” he told her in a voice low enough that they wouldn’t hear. “They’re just trying to rile you up because they like seeing you blush. It is a nice sight, to be fair. Seeing you blush.”

“Well, it’s not like I have control over that. Um. Y-you look cool… I mean - good. You know? … fucking hell.” She buried her face in her hands, stifling a flustered chuckle. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me today. I apologise, I will just hide now, forever.”

Yet, the smile on her face hadn’t left since Damiano had arrived. She bit her lip nervously, looking at the singer. Staring at him, maybe trying to figure out what his intentions were. He wished he knew. “Your, uh… eyes… they’re pretty.”

“Don’t even think about ever hiding that face from me, yeah?” He pulled her hands back down as she once again attempted to cover herself. He briefly forgot his hands were wet, until she giggled and patted her own dry on her shirt as he let go. “Your eyes are really pretty too, Y/n, so don’t deprive me of them.”

She blinked a couple of times, taken aback by what he had said. “Alright, I can do that.” She barely noticed they were holding hands. Rubbing her thumb over his skin softly, keeping herself grounded in place by the heat his body gave off under the water. “You just gotta step in when they start taking the piss again, yeah?”

He moved in closer now, only letting go of her hands to grasp onto her thighs, trying to keep himself above water. He was desperate to move between her legs, but he wasn’t going to ruin the moment by taking it too far. Not yet. “Of course. But amore mio, what if I wanted to, uh, ‘take the piss’?”

She smirked. “Oh! Then that’s fine.”

Damiano was sure his heart wasn’t even beating anymore, it was fluttering. There was something about her… every time he watched her, talked to her, he felt like he was looking at her for the first time. Finding a new side to her. He wanted more, constantly craving to get closer, and in moments like these. When she let him in just a little bit, made him feel like he was just one small step above the others, he felt like it was all going to be worth it. The slow way he was working himself into her heart.

“Y/N HAS A TATTOO ON HER ANKLE!” Thomas suddenly shouted, popping out of the water and pointing at the assistant. Damiano was pushed out of the way by Victoria, who grabbed Y/n’s leg. Hoisting it up in the air, turning it to show her ankle. A black outlined hand giving the middle finger with long black nails stared back at the band.

“That is really pretty,” Ethan said softly, but Victoria scoffed

“Pretty? It’s fucking cool! See,” she turned back to Y/n, “you are rock ‘n’ roll!”

Damiano stared at the little drawing on her leg, fascinated to have found yet another side to her he hadn’t seen coming. He wondered if she would let him tattoo her one day, letting him grab her leg, smoothing over the skin, putting that kind of trust in him. He was determined to find out, sooner or later.

“I mean... you think you’re the only ones with tattoos?” Y/n smirked, almost in a cocky way. It was a good look on her. “That one hurt like a bitch-”

“That one?” Damiano threw in. “Does that mean there’s more?”

Looking over at him, she simply smiled, shaking her head. “Anyway, it’s late, we should be going to bed soon. I know - I’m not trying to parent you, but somebody’s gotta be responsible here!” She stood up, fixing her trousers, putting her shoes back on, and grabbing towels to pass around. “Come on, out of the pool. Comply and I will get you something special with your coffee tomorrow!”

***

After everyone had retired to their rooms, Victoria decided she needed another talk. Moving along the hotel corridor, she stopped in front of Damiano’s door, softly knocking. He opened hastily, his face dropping ever so slightly as he saw her.

“Not who you were expecting?” She asked with a smirk as she pushed past him into the room. She was glad they’d all gotten their own rooms for the night and didn’t have to share - no need to involve Ethan or Thomas in the little conversation she was aiming to have with Damiano. Victoria dropped down onto the bed, kicking her shoes off and getting comfortable, as the singer followed.

“What can I do for you?” Damiano asked, shutting the door behind her.

“How about explaining why you were all over Y/n in the pool?” A grin spread on her face. She knew she’d have to be much less careful with Damiano than she had been in the conversation with Y/n, but still needed him to know this was good-natured teasing. “Pretty touchy, if you ask me.”

“Well, we were talking. Don’t need to tell you everything I do.” He flopped onto the bed, grabbing a pillow to smother his face into. “Why?”

“Yes you do, I’m one of your best friends!” She didn’t hesitate in grabbing the second pillow to whack him over the head, before putting it back behind herself to lean against. “Just interested to know what you think of her. You know, because I’m your friend and I care. And I’m nosey, so spill.”

He started groaning into the pillow.

“If I told you I think I like her, would you shut up about it?” He turned his head to the side to look at the blonde. “I don’t know, Vic, she walked into our lives and…” His eyes grew distant as he thought about her.

“Wait, you actually like like her? I was thinking you were just attracted, you know the thrill of the chase and all that. Fuck, Damiano!” Her smile came back tenfold. “I love this!”

He shot up from his lying position. “No! No, you don’t love this! I don’t love this! I have no fucking clue what I’m doing! She is so sweet and kind and sensitive and I can’t stop thinking about her, it’s turning me into a brain-dead zombie. I could never actually win her over, I fuck up so much and- … I talk too much don’t I?”

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so flustered!” Victoria remarked in amazement. “You’re actually, properly, crushing on her! You should tell her.” She almost added if only for my amusement but decided against it. This was obviously tormenting him already, no need for her to rub it in.

“I’m not gonna tell her shit! She’s our assistant, for god’s sake. I already could be in so much trouble if she took something I said wrong. I could fall flat on my face and- … Vic, I know that you care and you want me to be happy. Which I love and appreciate. We are best friends, we really are. I would do the same thing if you had a crush on someone, but I just don’t know what to do,” he moans, falling back onto the bed. “I haven’t been like this since school.”

Victoria patted his head in sympathy as he buried his face back into the pillow. She wasn’t quite sure what to advise him in this situation. Sure, she would love to see her friend happy. And there was definitely something cooking under the surface of Y/n’s feelings. And, honestly, the thought of the two of them together? She was basically swooning at the thought. But she also knew it wasn’t her place to meddle. Right?

“I don’t want to make her uncomfortable. I don’t wanna scare her away.” He looked at Victoria with pleading eyes. “Has she talked to you at all? Have you picked up anything from her? Any hints?”

A sigh escaped her lips, but she knew she couldn’t help but give him at least a little push in what she hoped was the right direction. “Look, Damiano. I’m not gonna pretend like I didn’t notice she fancies you. Honestly, no surprise there. But I think we both know she’s not exactly the type to jump right into bed with someone. So take it slow. Show her you care. Woo her.”

“Woo her?! Like an old Italiano romance? I can do that… I think. Okay, what does she like… Y/n, what does she- She doesn’t really talk about herself that much, does she..” Victoria could see the gears turning in his head. “This was so much easier when I wasn’t invested… Why do I have to be invested, Vic?”

He looked at her with dopey eyes, before jumping up and pacing around the room. “Argh! She is making me go insane! I tried writing lyrics, but nothing is working. I just can’t focus when she’s around. She gets this look, especially when talking about her work and language.. At the pool, did you see how she looked at me?”

“You’ve written lyrics?! Now, you really got it bad, my friend,” Victoria shook her head in amusement. “But yes, I did. I told you, she’s interested. Can’t tell you how deep that runs, I’ve only known her for a few days myself and she is working for us, no way to ignore that. So maybe take a step back until you figure this out?”

“Yeah, you’re right. She works for us. That’s… that’s a giant, neon ‘no’.” He stopped walking, looking out of the window. “I need to cool it, don’t I? We’re on tour. What am I doing! We have fans and people who are looking forward to seeing us. We have gigs to play! Fuck.” He sighed, staring off into the distance. “We should probably sleep. No long drive tomorrow, but lots of interviews, right?”

“Don’t get in over your head about this,” she put a reassuring hand on his shoulder. She hadn’t expected this kind of outburst when she had knocked on his door earlier. “It’s the first week of tour. You got three more of seeing her literally every day. Concentrate on the job, then on her, yeah? Now let’s get some sleep. And I mean it - no pondering and smoking all through the night, you gotta rest!”

“You’re right, I don’t know what I was thinking. Thank you.” He pulled Victoria into a hug. “Thank god you’re here. Wouldn’t know what to do. Goodnight.”

She gave him a little wave as she left his room, only just hearing him mumble, “I have music to perform…”

***

As the night grew to a close, Y/n found herself in her own room, snuggling into a pillow. Glad that the next day would leave less free time. Drive to Copenhagen. Get everyone settled it. Maneuver them from interview to interview, although this time around Victoria would be a great help since she knew Danish. Then off to soundcheck, light dinner, the gig, sleep. No time to get lost in silly daydreams for once.

Yet, as sleep slowly crept up on her, she couldn’t help one last thought entering her mind.

I wonder if he is thinking of me.

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