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anyaeras · 7 months

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Fucked up day || Wandnat

Paring Wanda x Natasha x Reader

Summary || Wanda and Natasha got a little carried away this Friday the 13th, but they did it in the name of love hmm?

Warnings || smut ,, AFAB!reader (They/them pronouns) ,, dom!wanda ,, dom!GP!Natasha ,, sub!reader ,, cunnalingus ,, d!v sex ,, light bondage ,, murder mentions ,, dark!plot ideas ,, slight mommy!kink ,, (a little degrading, if you squint) ,, manipulation concepts

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Friday the 13th Was all a joke to you, a stupid day that everybody wanted to act absurd, especially this Friday the 13th as it was in October approaching Halloween, you on the other hand had decided to have a quiet evening, until the news came on.

Reporting that multiple suspicious murders have taken place in your nearby city, no idea who the suspected killer is and it seems that they were still loose.

Clearly that's a little unsettling as a serial killer on the loose nearby isn't the most comforting feeling, yet it must be a whole Nother Friday the 13th prank that has gone way too far.

Now around 8:30 at night long after the sun had set, the cold brisk of the fall evening had settled, in the kitchen y/n was preparing a late dinner, simple really cutting up a few vegetables for the dish just than their phone with off.

'Unknown caller ID' the name read thinking nothing of it y/n let it go to voice mail, yet moments after the number called again.

Curiosity, overpowered ignorance, with that y/n picked up their cell.

"Do you like scary movies?" A strange male sounding voice asked over the line, leaving y/n with a shiver.

"Umm not really, I don't watch them a lot" y/n replied not thinking to much about it as none of this seemed familiar.

"What a shame, I wanted to know what's your favorite scary movie?" The raspy voice asked and that's when it hit her, the movies with the stabbing, that's what the line was from.

"Haha very funny, trying to prank me with a line from a movie" y/n said clearly not impressed before hanging up, a huge horror movie mistake.

Then again it was just a joke, going on continuing, making their meal, the sound of the front door opening, caught them off guard.

"Hello? Can I help you?" Y/n voice shouted threw the house.

"Yes sure you can y/n." The same raspy voice from over the phone now was heard throughout their house.

"This isn't funny what is this a sick joke to you?!" Y/n shouted now finally a bit uneasy with the whole situation, especially because I had no idea who would come into their house.

Y/n felt something or should they say someone quickly grab them pulling them backwards, kicking and screaming to get loose yet someone in a ghost face mask also now stood in front of them.

"every good screen movie always has two killers" the ghost face in front said.

Y/n was manhandled into a chair tied down in merely seconds.

"See y/n all these killing tonight were for you, we did it for you." The ghostface behind y/n explained

"What do you mean you did this for me? You killed innocent people?!" Y/n shouted out now confused and disgusted.

A phone was pulled from the front ghostfaces pocket, showing y/n each person who was killed, each one in someway had a relationship to y/n and they knew it.

"Y-you kill my friends? W-why?" Managing to stutter out words, almost frozen in a form of shock.

"They weren't your friends, especially not him!" the first ghost face was clearly becoming impatient as they should the photo of y/n's boyfriends slashed body, causing y/n to gasp, a few tears falling down their face.

"You're sick!"

"We aren't sick, we are protecting you, he would've just hurt you honey, we will protect you" at that point the slasher in front took off their mask, revealing themself

"Natasha?" Y/n gasped seeing the fiery redhead under the mask

"W-who's that-" now asking referring to the other masked murderer confused if one of them was Natasha, then who could the other one be?

Removing the mask, a shimmering Burnett was revealed

"Wanda? Why? Why me? Are you both going to kill me now?" They asked the two once masked murders who giggled in response to said question.

"Of course not silly, we did it all to save you, we wouldn't want to hurt you dear" Wanda spoke softly her knife touching y/n face gently.

"S-so what exactly do you want with me" clearly y/n was still confused on why their friends caused all these killings when the only reasoning they gave y/n was they killed them was to 'save you'

Natasha took her turn moving closer so that she could grab y/n's jaw forcing them to look up at her.

"Y/n, Wanda and I want all of you детка. You are ours" Natasha spoke soft words in a harsh tone

"SO YOU KILLED A BUNCH OF PEOPLE, ARE YOU GUYS DUMB WHAT IF YOU GET CAUGHT?" Y/n shouted finding the whole situation absolutely absurd.

"Are you going to turn us in?" Natasha's face held the same signature smirk, each word was taunting to the person tied in the chair.

"No they wouldn't turn us in, they don't wanna lose us" Wanda joined in on the teasing, giving y/n a quick kiss

Y/n couldn't help but enjoy the kiss, as much as they didn't want to due to the circumstances, y/n did have a tiny crush on the two women.

"That's pathetic y/n, you didn't even pull away" Wanda laughed clearly y/n wanted them even after they killed, and tied them up, and both older women knew that would be the outcome, that's why they did it.

"Guys I- umm" y/n being flustered made Natasha laugh, now taking a kiss herself from the tied up y/n.

"It's okay to want us детка" Wanda spoke softly brushing some of y/n's loose hair out of their face.

"But I shouldn't-" quickly y/n's words were hushed by the two other women who wanted to ruin the innocent one who was tied to a chair.

Natasha was getting fed up with y/n going back and forth and finally took things into her own hands. Swiftly moving to kiss now down y/n's neck, making them gasp at the feeling.

"T-Tasha" y/n's words were breathy as the redhead kept kissing on them

"Darling it seems you're a little trapped, would you like us to stop?" Wanda asked softly yet she was serious, for being a bit crazy, she was still caring and didn't want to do anything to harm y/n. Natasha also pulled away for a moment looking up at y/n for their consent yet when y/n whined for them to keep going the knew it was free game.

Natasha moved back into sucking non y/n's neck while Wanda dropped to her knees between y/n's legs.

"Can mommy taste you honey?" The name caught y/n off guard yet they still nodded giving Wanda the go, now as the witch moved y/n's pants to the floor, along with their panties she almost went feral just at the site.

"Fuck" the one tied to the chair huffed out biting their lip as Wanda got to work, having fun working y/n up

"Look at you, all tied up for us" Natasha teased as Wanda was a bit busy.

Natasha moved to grope y/n's body even more, slowly bringing them over the edge.

"Let go for us моя ангел" the redhead coaxed them over the edge, forcing y/n into their first orgasm.

Wanda lifted her head to forcefully kiss y/n, making them taste themself on her cherry colored lips. As Wanda held the kids her hands moved behind the chair, untying y/n's arms, so that the Burnett could reposition the once tied up y/n, now pushing them onto all fours, Natasha stood behind, while Wanda moved to stand in front.

"Can we use you pretty one?" Wanda bent down asking softly, yet her words were far from innocent, yet with y/n's brain already being fuzzy they were quick to nod along.

Natasha undid her jeans, pulling out her dick, finding a way to line up with y/n's cunt, slowly sliding into them making y/n moan out loudly, which Wanda countered by forcing y/n's mouth onto her cunt, giving the Burnett pleasure each time y/n moaned, Tasha on the other hand was railing y/n from behind as her dick was covered now in y/n's slick juices, making it easier for her to move in and out, which was causing y/n to scream moving closer to their second climax's.

"F-fuck I-I'm close" y/n groaned out, making Natasha thrust harder, as she herself was rather close.

"Make mommy cum and you can cum y/n" Wanda ordered making y/n work even harder at eating out Wanda, focusing on her clit more than before until the women's legs were shaking as she let go her orgasm left, prominent on y/n's face.

"Go on дорогой let go" Wanda whispered as Natasha also let her seed fill y/n, which was the finally push, making y/n shake as she orgasmed loudly.

"You did so good baby" Natasha whispered pulling out slowly, still using her arms to help support y/n, as it was clear they couldn't stand on their own.

"So so good for us, but детка, we have got to get out of here" Wanda explained now lifting y/n, supporting their weight, as Natasha grabbed keys, they were ready to skip town due to the early nights activities but as well as taking y/n far far away from this fucked up town, on the fucked up day....

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greazyfloz · 1 year

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maybe “we’re having a baby!” With Jamie🤍🤍

Fluff: “We’re having a baby!” w/ Jamie Drysdale

Forever

Jamie and I had recently had a pregnancy scare a couple months back. After seeing the test become negative both Jamie and I became upset. after seeing the negative test, Jamie and I both realized we are ready for the next step in our relationship. although I still don’t have a ring, Jamie promised me that it’s coming soon.

Today was a date night that Jamie had planned for both of us. I was doing my hair while Jamie was hanging out with some of his friends when I felt a sudden wave of nausea. I already knew I was late for my period so I grab some pregnancy tests just in case it never came but the nausea is convincing me that I might need to take one.

After I throw up, I run down to the kitchen and grab an old cup to pee in before dripping sticks inside and snapping the cap on and set an alarm. I continue to do my hair and the alarm goes off, just as I set up my make up on the counter.

I turned the two tests over and they both indicate that I’m pregnant. I smile and think about how I’m going to tell Jamie tonight on our date. I wanted it to be intimate so I didn’t bother making anything DIY. I figured the best way I was just to tell him to savour the moment.

I hid the test in the purse that I was going to wear tonight after I finished my hair and make up and enter the room. Jamie came into our house at the perfect time right after I hit the tests.

“you almost ready?” he says walking into the bedroom, then placing a kiss on my forehead.

“yes I just need you to sit in the back of my dress“ I say turning so he can zip my dress. He zips it and I turn on face him, kissing him gently on the lips, “do you think I need a jacket?” I ask him.

“maybe it might be a little breezy“ he says, as he turns back to the closet, “I’ll be right out I’m just gonna change into something a little nicer”

He never told me where the date was, but I figured it was just at a fancy restaurant since he told me I had to dress really nice. I grab a light jacket from the closet thinking we might be near the ocean and that’s what he meant by breezy. he walks out a few minutes later, and a white button up shirt and nice black trousers.

“wow you clean up nicely“ I say, as he makes his way up close to me wrapping his arms are on my way looking down at me

“thanks babe, I’d say the same to you, but you’re always beautiful”

I blush and he takes my hand, and we make our way down to the car. He drives us down to the pier, then walks around opening my door and taking my hand helping me out. we walk down to the dock and I look over at him.

“we’re going on a boat?” I ask him.

“that one right there“ he says, pointing out a yacht as we continue to walk hand-in-hand to the luxurious yacht.

We get on board and make her way to the front of the yacht to the tanning beds. Once we’re all ready, the boat sets off into the water as the sun begins to set. one of the staff on the boat, then comes out as we are a little farther from shore, to tell us that our dinner is ready.

We head up to the higher floor on the boat and sit at the nicely decorated table. Jamie and I are lost each others eyes as we wait for the server to bring her food. The server brings out the food and place it on the table and I look up and see Trevor.

“madame“ he says, making Jamie and I both laugh

“he wanted to be here” Jamie laughs, shaking his head, making me laugh as well a little harder

I looked down at our dinner and see it’s just dessert. Trevor pulls out his phone and steps back and starts recording. I watched both our families come up the stairs along with some of his teammates. I look around and everybody confused before looking back over at Jamie.

Jamie is no longer Sitting across from me, but standing. He reached his hand out, and I grabbed it gently, standing up and looking at him. he then bent down on one knee and looked up at me.

“I practice what I was gonna say over and over my head but looking at you now looking so beautiful I’m at a loss of words. Y/n I want to spend the rest my life with you. I love you and I love you for the rest of my life. please make me the happiest man and be my wife forever and ever” I cover my mouth with my hand and look around our friends and family seeing a couple people with tears in their eyes as tears start to form in my eyes as well, “Will you marry me?”

“yes” I say, nodding my head fast as he stands up quickly and wraps his arms around me, spinning me around, then placing a kiss on my lips, “I have to tell you something though“ I say, and Jamie sets me back down on my feet, “I won’t be able to fit in a wedding dress anytime soon though”

“why?” Jamie asks me with a confused look on his face. I turn and go over to my purse opening and handing him the two tests.

“you’re pregnant?” he says looking at me in disbelief and I nod my head as tears then form into his eyes as well before he turns to the group, “we’re having a baby!” He yells out to the group and everyone cheers loudly for us as they all come up and give us each hugs and congratulations

#jamie drysdale #jamie drysdale x reader #jamie drysdale imagine #nhl writing #nhl imagine #nhl fic #nhl fanfiction #hockey writing #hockey imagines #hockey x reader

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haveyouseenthisskeleton · 5 days

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Speaking of farms, could we please have some of the other papyrus’s visiting Oak and Willow’s farm?

Undertale Papyrus - Papyrus is always welcomed on the farm. He's a close friend of both skeletons and he brings some activity around with his crazy shenanigans. Willow struggles to follow him, but his presence always awakens his mischievous part and they always end in trouble bitching on the neighbors or doing something stupid. Papyrus always cheers them (maybe because he feels guilty for them even though none of what happened to them is actually his fault since he wasn't even there).

Underswap Papyrus - He's one of Oak's best friends. When you don't know where Oak is, there's a chance out of two he's hanging with Honey somewhere random on the farm. They both love animals as well and can spend hours just sitting and talking in the middle of the chicken. Willow usually has to force him out of the farm when it's time for dinner (or, most of the time, after dinner because of course Oak will invite him) or Honey is never leaving.

Underfell Papyrus - Well, he got lost again in town. Neither Oak or Willow likes having him around. Oak ignores him but Willow can't help trying to talk to him sometimes and it somehow always ends with Willow being offended by something Edge said lol. They just don't get along.

Horrorswap Papyrus - Pumpkin is family, he can come and go as he wants and even steal in the fridge, but they don't care. Pumpkin actually comes to them a lot when he's sad or anxious, they always have the words to calm him down. Willow even made him a room inside the house where he can go when he fights with his brother (which happens regularly) or needs a safe place to stay for a few days. He's adopted your honor.

Horrorfell Papyrus - Same as Pumpkin, he's family. Chief comes to visit at least once a week to go in treatment with Willow. Willow for his back, him for his back and paralyzed legs. They grew very close as they pretty much show how vulnerable they were to each other. They laughed together, they cried together, they suffered together... It helps to get close. Willow is also the first one who noticed Chief's excitement when after three years of nothing he finally managed to move his toes. Their friendship is great, and he even won Oak over eventually.

Swapfell Papyrus - He's a difficult one lol. Willow likes him, somehow, but he's way too much for Oak, who has to suffer his terrible sense of humor everytime he's here. Oak is unfortunately an easy target for the jokester and it seems he can never get bored of it. So yeah, there were one or two times when he pushed Oak to his limits to the point he blasted his face off. Willow didn't defend him though lol. It's entirely Rus' fault and sometimes, you have to learn the hard way.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - Oak and Willow like Coffee a lot, but they can't see him often because of his psychotic freak of a brother they both want dead. So yeah, once or twice, it happens Oak convinces Coffee to stay on the farm only to piss off Wine knowing he would lose his damn mind trying to find a way to get his brother back without meeting them. It's entertaining. Willow can't help but see a bit of Undyne in Wine and he's trying to open Coffee's eyes on this. His brother is manipulated him and he struggles a lot to let it just happen without saying anything.

Outertale Papyrus - They met only once, that time Sun ran out of magic flying and faceplants in the middle of the cow enclosure, covering himself in poop. Willow got pity for him and took him in to help him clean his clothes and gave him some others so he could go home without smelling horribly.

Dancetale Papyrus - Salsa often organizes little ball on their farm and that made them closer. He's a good friend of the Horrortale brothers, even if Oak can't make the difference between him and classic Papyrus lol. He was shocked the first time he saw the two of them together and realized they are in fact not the same person.

Dancefell Papyrus - Willow and Oak know him only with his videos and discover on one of them that he illegally enters their farm to take selfies with some of his animals. The only reason they didn't report him is because it actually encouraged more people to come and visit. He's not welcome if he ever shows up again though.

Farmtale Papyrus - Sam and Ben taught the brothers all they knew to start with their farm so obviously they're really close. The Farmtale brothers' farm is right next to theirs, so they see each other a lot. They also regularly change tractors when one is not working, or even animals when they need a breeder. They're hanging together a lot as well. Ben doesn't go out often so going inside their house to chat is what's the closest to socializing for him.

Mafiatale Papyrus - ??????? Oak found him one day hiding in his bushes with a sniper rifle. When he asks him what he's doing, Creeper blinks at him for all answers and then focuses back on his gun, not saying a word. Oak is not sure what to think about the guy. He's kinda creepy.

Mafiafell Papyrus - Well, after Torpedo tried repeatedly to buy their farm, even threatening to attempt their lives to do so, the brothers obviously hate it when he's around. Oak attacked him several times already but Torpedo is like a weed, he always comes back eventually. Willow reported him to the police, but, well, you don't catch the head of the mafia that easily, unfortunately.

Disbelief Papyrus - Delta is family and he has a room in the farm. When he feels too lonely, he just comes to hang for a few days with them until he feels better. Delta is comforted by Willow's gentle nature and the fact that he's not the only Papyrus who lived through horrible things. He comes to Willow when he needs to talk, as he grieves a lot of people as well. It's easier to confess to someone who knows how bad it hurts to lose people you deeply care about. He's also the only one Willow trained to react if Oak enters a panic attack, which means how much he trusts him.

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firstdivisiongirl · 1 month

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Heyy, I’d like to request a match up from Tokyo revengers. Specifically a boy.

My pronouns are she/her.

I’m a Sagittarius. (Not sure if that helps in any way)

I would say I’m ambiverted. I enjoy my time alone and need time to recharge, but I also love to see people and be social. I usually attempt to initiate conversations with people I meet, but usually if they fall on the more quiet shy side I don’t really put in the effort unless I’m rlly interested in developing a friendship/relationship with them.

I talk about anything under the sun once I get the vibes that we get along and that we are comfortable w each other. I could consider myself a funny person (at least that’s what I hear from most ppl I hang around). I would say I have a dark sense of humour, but only indulge in it if I know that person is comfortable and finds that kinda stuff funny as well.

Likes: I rlly enjoy trying new foods, I’ll pretty much each anything, but I stay away from dairy stuff, rlly strong tasting vegetables, are meats with the gooey fat in it. Sometimes the oils in the fat is way too rich for me and the texture makes me gag.

I rlly rlly like going out to dinners w my girl friends

Love amusement parks and night markets

I enjoy going on trips to wherever, love the idea of travelling with friends or a significant others,

I’ve been trying to stop, but I love drinking with friends. On weekends I’m out with friends at the club or a random persons house or wherever the night takes us. Usually get home at 3-4am.

On weekdays I like to chill out, I’m either working, at the gym, or shopping online for clothes or grocery shopping. I try to do something productive everyday, even if it’s something small.

I rlly rlly enjoy the gym, I feel like it’s the perfect place for my favourite things. I love music and I can do that while lifting on the smith machine or going on the treadmill and just zoning out and day dreaming 😂also a perfect excuse to not text anyone back and to not have anyone bother me. I rlly like to check myself out in the mirror once I’m done. I feel like after u lift heavy weights on ur glutes ur ass gets rlly pumped😭😭

I love shopping online on FaceTime with my friend. Sometimes it can take hours, but whatever. Love to buy new make up and try new things for the weekend. Probably have a bad spending habit, but it’s ok the money will come back.

I enjoy reading. Usually stuff about psychology, philosophical stuff, business or any sort of fiction. It’s hard for me to start, but once I do I can’t stop.

I love deep talks with people, I feel like sometimes it’s hard to come across that. Usually ppl have small talk or surface level conversations, while it’s not a bad thing I don’t particularly enjoy it as much. But, I don’t necessarily hate it.

I love to just drive around aimlessly so I can listen to music. If I could I would just walk around outside for that, but I feel like I would look dumb walking on the same street back and forth. I like any kind of genre as long as it’s pleasant to my ears.

I like cooking as long as I have all the right ingredients.

I like watching those drama reality tv shows when I’m alone or with a girl friend. Like love is blind on Netflix. Idk if you’ve heard of that but it’s messy and entertaining. Not rlly a good thing, but sometimes I like to watch ppl argue😭. I love horror movies, but ONLY if I’m with a significant other or a group of friends. I like actions movies etc all of them. Not rlly a fan of the dark drama movies unless I’m feeling emotional and it fits the face of the day.

Dislikes: not rlly a fan of hypocritical ppl.

I don’t like ppl who get moody easily or if they’re having a bad day they make sure EVERYONE is having a bad day. If ur mad go b mad by yourself.

Don’t particularly enjoy it if smo doesn’t know or like to have fun. Everyone has their dislikes and I can respect that, but for me I’d like to b around smo who can enjoy things.

I don’t like it when ppl r unnecessarily loud. Pipe down. More specifically (shion and sanzu)

Don’t like guys who can’t have fun w their girl’s girly stuff. Like just have fun.

I don’t get along w ppl who can’t take a joke or can’t joke around. Ppl who r dead serious all the time.

I get annoyed w ppl who don’t rlly have common sense. If they ask a question w a very obvious answer. Smth like that. Or create a problem for themselves and I offer a very much different easy solution and they just don’t like it.

I don’t like ppl who r very goody two shoes. It’s not bad to have a good head on ur shoulders, but through my teen years I’ve always been surrounded by a lot of trouble makers. The girls I would b with are much like me, yk normal but quite accustomed to messed up things. A lot of the guy friends that I have/had have been to jail or been involved w not so morally good things. It isn’t a good thing to say or what not, but for a good portion of my teen hood and a little now I’ve been surrounded by a lot of immoral stuff that I didn’t realize it was because it was so normalized. ( this is not me bragging because I rlly don’t think it is smth to brag about). But, I’ve realized that because of all this I’ve noticed I find it very hard to truly get along with ppl who have grown up in a more clean environment. I’ve always felt I had to bite my tongue or not truly b able to say the things I wanna say. At my work I’ve let things slip and I can tell my coworkers r sometimes a little taken back. I myself don’t indulge in those stuff, but when we r talking stories n stuff I don’t realize that the stuff I am talking about r not normal. I always feel like I can’t rlly open up about personal stuff and etc because that other stuff that I have seen or been associated with is going to b a part of it. It’s like telling a story to ur mom and stopping halfway cuz u realize ur about to snitch on yourself😂

I always feel happy when I’m able to find smo who can relate or have similar experiences and I can rlly unveil myself. It feels very freeing and comforting.

I dislike hot n cold ppl.

My type:

I am rlly fond of guys who r cold on the outside, but are the sweetest to their significant other or ppl they love. Makes u feel extra special😂and it’s also cute

I like guys who joke around and can take a mean joke.

I like playful guys

I like guys who will worship the ground u walk on

I like guys who r happy to spend money on u

Very turned on by a guy that would protect u and will fight for u.

Unfortunately, I do like those bad boy types😭BUT not to me. That’s a no no.

And add on is if he has status. Not a must have but it would be nice. Like yes baby pop off 😭🫶🏼

I love men who lead the way for u. Initiates plans, wants to do things w u. Like to go out w u. Brings u home. Basically I don’t have to use my brain around him.

Love a man who wants u to meet his buddies. Brings u to his house etc

I want a man who will go to the gym w me. Let’s build our booties together.

This sounds messed up, but I’d like a guy who has been through smth😭I only say that because a lot of the time ppl who have been through smth traumatic become perceptive to other ppls emotions what not and it would b easy to bond and relate to things. Basically I want a guy who can see through me.

I like tattoos. Not a must, but it’s nice.

Personality:

I’ve been described as a bitch when I first meet ppl because I have a rbf, unfortunately. But, when they get to know me they say I’m quite kind. Sometimes I am taken back because I do feel over the years I’ve gotten a little cold and I do believe that ppl do feel it sometimes. I’ve very quick to cut ppl off despite knowing them for many years. In the past, I would definitely believe in second chances, but if u did what u did then that’s it. Although, from ppl that I got to know very closely they say that I’m very sweet many many times. I remember one of my coworkers was kinda just staring at me and she was like “ur actually a very sweet girl inside”. I was rlly taken back but it was nice. Same w my mom and best friend. Literally that word “sweet” has been used over and over I’m not sure why. Maybe I rlly do come off as a cold person and I don’t realize it😭

I would say I’m very polite and good at reading ppl.

Im pretty straight forward. I make jokes out of any situation even if it’s bad. But, if ik it’s serious I’ll give heart felt advice and words. I would say I’ve reserved my sympathy and love for ppl that I choose. It kind of goes against about me saying that I’m a sweet person, but that’s what most other ppl were saying so we’ll go w that.

While I do keep my walls up for ppl on the outside, when it comes to ppl I choose to be in my life I would do anything for them.

I have been called a “player” by most of my friends, but idk I’ve never seen it that way. If I know a guy isn’t good news I will mess around w him, as he’s probably doing the same. Although, if I know a guy genuinely has good intentions for me I’ll open my heart up to him and treat him w the same respect and so on. A lot of ppl misunderstand my character a lot and sometimes it does bother me, but it’s whatever.

I can tease ppl quite a bit, and sometimes it annoys them, but I find it quite amusing. I will make sure to apologize after though 😂

Sometimes ppl think I’m mean because I can be a liiiittle too sarcastic and may come off as me being dead serious, but I’m not.

I make out of pocket jokes all the time and say things that ppl want to say, but don’t. And I’ve grown comfortable w doing that because they do laugh since ur saying what everyone is thinking. A little confusing, but yk😭

I would say I’m quite a confident person with new ppl. When it comes to guys I don’t feel shy even if they’re rllyyyy cute. Although, if I genuinely like a guy I do get very flustered and nervous. With guys I don’t have any intentions with, I feel like I usually lead the way, but w a guy im talking to I feel like a little girl😂

I find a lot of things fun and always make smth out of nothing.

I’m pretty in control with my emotions and can be very analytical w my thoughts. But, when it comes to ppl I genuinely care about I’ve noticed all of that goes out the window.

I can feel pretty jealous when it comes to a significant other, but then my thoughts contradict that. For example I’ll FEEL jealous but I’ll be thinking “lol why would he ever have his eyes on another girl when he has me, personality, looks and everything”. Basically saying that it’s impossible for him to do anything grimy.

I am very understanding and smart with other ppls emotions and decisions. (If that makes any sense)

When I get angry I don’t allow myself to take my anger out on whoever. I always calm myself down and then talk to them calmly and rationally.

Sometimesss I can be a little selfish without realizing it. But, I make up for it when it’s pointed out or when I realize it. It’s been a work in progress.

Looks: I got black long hair. Might cut it a bit shorter for change who knows.

I have lash extensions, but not those heavy butterfly lashes.

I get my nails done. Pedicure manicure.

I have a cursive script tattoo on my collarbone. Wanted to get smth a little classy looking. I have a nose stud. Used to have a ring but switched it.

I also have Japanese kanji between my b00bs. It’s hidden so only for a special smo to see. It sounds funky, but I promise it looks good😂

I wear jewelry, not tooooo much though. A good amount.

I have an average amount of b00b. My bum is quite there. Time at the gym has rlly been fruitful😗

Style:

During chill days, I would say my style is more laid back, but put together. I usually wear a small purse w whatever I have. Very feminine looking especially during the summer and spring. I like wearing long or short skirts. The long ones I like tight so I can show my curves. Summer and spring varies between clothes like that. Winter time I would say smth more comfy. Usually converse w those tna flare pants. And a nice cute top. Usually smth loose. Maybe a knitted top.

On weekends I go all out. When I go to the club I wear heels and smth tight😭 usually curl my hair or straighten it. Nice winged eyeliner etc

If we’re drinking and we don’t go to the club I’ll wear smth nice but with shoes.

If me n my friends r going to those expensive restaurants, I’ll wear smth classy looking. Have my hair in a blow out if I can accomplish that. It’s very hard, so usually I’ll just curl it. I feel like curling hair softens ur features and makes u look more approachable.

Anyways that was very long. I didn’t mean to make it long, but I got carried away😭I hope u can respond 😋<3 (plz don’t give me draken, kaku or mikey. But, if u do it is what it is🫡OR HANMA N KISASKI)

Hi. As I’ve said before, I take all characters into consideration when I do a matchup. Lucky for you, you didn’t get any of those characters you didn’t want. I did give you a more controversial character though. So, I hope you like it.

You Got…

Taiju Shiba!!

First off, he has tattoos. And you cannot tell me you get abs like that from not working out!

SPOILER ALERT 🚨: He ends up owning a restaurant so he would only take you to the finest!

I think you would be able to calm him down if he gets really angry since you understand being angry.

I picture rooftop club dates.

I will argue anyone who disagrees with me on this. I think he is secretly a softy. He just had to grow up too fast. He cared enough to leave them because he knew he was always going to be a monster.

Lastly, he’s been through a lot.

This man is literally your ideal type!

#First Division girl #tr matchups #tr matchup #tokyo revengers matchups #tokyo revengers matchup #tokyo rev #tokyo revengers

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chihirolovebot · 2 years

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"when they lean forward a fraction as if to kiss the other person, then realize they shouldn’t and pull back to stop themselves" with nagito pls? <3

pairing: nagito komaeda / gender neutral reader.

summary: the one where nagito confesses to you then cries </3

content: kisses, crying, confessions, nagito's self-deprecation, hurt/comfort, food mention.

word count: 1.9k

The sun is beginning to set, and you are still alone.

Shifting uncomfortably, you check the folded note in your hands for the umpteenth time. The scrawled text remains the same; If you have nothing to do today, please meet me behind the main building after school. There's something I have to tell you.

Well, you're here. You've been here for the last forty minutes, and you're about ready to give up and go home. Was this just someone's idea of a joke? To what end? Besides, you didn't quite think anybody in your class was quite cruel enough to do such a thing, not even Hiyoko - she wasn't one for careful thought-out pranks. She just took jabs at the things immediately in front of her (especially if the thing immediately in front of her was Mikan).

You cast one final look up and down the abandoned pathway, then lean down to grab your bag with a sigh. You're trying not to feel so dejected. It's just... well, you hang around with Sonia and Mahiru and Akane a lot, and they get confessions by the dozen. Hiyoko had stopped turning up to school on Valentine's day because she knew she'd be absolutely swamped in letters and sweets. Compared to them, you've never been the centre of attention. And you're not shallow, or bitter - you just thought it might've been nice that someone had actually taken an interest in you.

Whatever. You tug your bag onto your shoulder irritably and turn to leave, infinitely grateful that it is the last day of the term before winter break. You don't think you could stomach going in after this. Maybe you'll get something nice for dinner to make yourself feel better. And a sweet, hot drink. And a movie. and—

"Ah, w-wait! Please, wait!"

Shock thrums through you, and you flinch at the sudden noise, whirling on your heel with wide eyes. There's a figure sprinting between the two buildings towards you, an arm overhead waving frantically, and your heart leaps. A moment later, they are close enough for you to realise who it is, and you're shellshocked all over again.

Nagito stops before you, cheeks flushed red with effort and cold, hands on his knees as he catches his breath in sharp, wheezing bursts. "I apologise!" he chokes out the first chance he gets. "I was... there was a... I was - unavoidably - held up..."

"Uhh... it's okay?" Your cheeks are very warm. "Are you - I mean, is everything alright?"

He looks up at you, smiling. It makes your stomach flip. "Yes, perfectly fine," he says cheerily. "The gardens are going to be short of a Kamakura statue for a while, but... ah, but why am I wasting your time with my pathetic excuses? You should be furious for wasting your precious afternoon already."

Your breath catches. "Th-then it was you? You wrote this for me?" Your hand clenches over the paper; it crinkles in the sudden quiet. And it is quiet, a perfect winter evening, broken by the icy wind. The sun dips below the horizon, the sky steel-purple with the fading embers of sunset, and in the muted light, Nagito looks almost ethereal. His eyes are lurid when he finally regains his breath and straightens up, lips twisting into an apologetic frown.

"I truly can't apologise enough," he says solemnly, bowing his head. "I even left class early to ensure I'd be here on time, but as luck would have it... ah, but you probably don't care about that, of course."

"Of course I care," you blurt out before you can stop yourself. Nagito whips his head up, surprised, as he always is when you confront him with undressed affection. "You're - you're my friend, so..."

Nagito's expression lifts; a flush, lovesick-pink, invades the points of his cheekbones, and his mouth parts gently, something glimmering and soft filling his eyes. He looks... your stomach flips. Nagito is intense, you tell yourself. He feels everything so deeply. This isn't the first time he's looked at you like this - like you'd hung the stars in the sky, all for him - just because you deigned to show him basic human decency. And yet... here, behind the school in the dying summer light, it almost feels...

"You're too kind," he says softly, beginning to pick at the hem of his blazer. "F-for someone as radiant as you to even consider an insect like me... sometimes I feel as if I've dreamt you up. Like I'm going to open my eyes and you'll be gone."

A lump rises in your throat, as you are once again reminded painfully why Nagito clings to you so. With how much he's lost, how could he not? Nagito must mistake your expression for something else, because his eyes widen in panic.

"I - I've upset you," he breathes, looking quietly horrified. "I'm truly sorry, I didn't mean - oh, this isn't going how I wanted at all..."

"Nagito!" You clutch at his hands, which shake beneath your contact. You hold him gently, trying not to frighten him, and he hisses through his teeth at the contact, gaze locked frantically on where your fingers curl over his. The touch had been thoughtless on your end, but now all you're focusing on is how cold he runs, the inky webbing of veins beneath his papery skin, the quiet trembling running through him. "I'm not upset, it's okay. I'm just... happy that I can be here for you, okay?"

His wavering gaze does not leave your intertwined hands. "I don't know why I thought I could do this," he whispers. "W-why I ever thought I could possibly have the right..."

"The right to what?" Your stomach clenches. "Nagito, did you..."

A bitter smile touches at his lips. "Well, yeah - it was me who wrote you that note. Who else would waste your time by being almost forty minutes late? Ha, haha... So you see, your friendship is wasted on me. B-because I don't... I never know when to..." His hand clenches yours tightly, suddenly, as he clings to you like you're a lifeline. He still won't look at you, but his voice is growing strangled and thick, as though he's holding back tears. "I'm selfish, you see. Disgustingly so. I'm arrogant to a fault, entitled enough to think... to think that you could possibly..."

His voice dies in earnest when you hook two fingers beneath his chin and tilt his head up; his eyes, wide with surprise at the contact, glimmer with unshed tears, and his mouth trembles.

"Nagito," you say softly, trying not to notice how he winces. "What was it you wanted to tell me?"

He wheezes a laugh, vaguely panicked, and his gaze darts frantically. "Don't tell me you need someone like me to spell it out for you? The shame might be too much..."

"Do you..." You can barely breathe; the world is spinning. "You like me? Is that it?"

Nagito blinks; tears break free and roll down his red cheeks. His eyes fly over your face, as if committing your every feature to memory, as if he thinks you're about to strike him and order him never to look at you again. Your heart breaks; he feels so fragile beneath you.

"Ah... not quite," he mumbles, voice heartwrenchingly small. "Of course I'd never waste your time with something like that. Something as insignificant as a passing crush. Regrettably, it's - it's more. I tried to make it stop - tried to make myself cherish m-my closest friend, but..." He looks agonised. "It's won't go away. It's ripping out my heart from the inside. I - I need you to tell me... to put my delusions to rest. I can't apologise enough - but I need you to t-tell me it can't ever..."

"I can't tell you that," you interrupt him quickly. "I'm sorry Nagito."

He wilts, nodding tiredly. "Of course. You shouldn't have to—"

"Because I - I love you, too."

For a moment, Nagito only blinks at you; his whole expression caves him, the shock turning him physically pale. As faint as he suddenly looks, you're wondering if that might have been the wrong thing to say after all. Nagito sways on his feet in a way that makes you infinitely grateful that you're already holding onto him.

"What?" he says dumbly. "Wh-what? Why would you - what?"

You swallow. No going back now. "It's true. It's... I'm sorry, I didn't want to tell you like this, but..."

"Please don't." Fresh tears well up in Nagito's eyes. "I c-can't - I can't take it. I'm not..."

"You are," you say patiently. "You are deserving, or worthy, or whatever it is you were about to say. I love y—"

"You don't," Nagito insists, placing his free hand on your mouth to stop your words. "You're kind, to try and spare my worthless feelings, but I can't let you do this to yourself. I won't allow you to trap yourself in with me. I won't let you ruin your own life like this."

And now it's your turn to cry; tears bloom in your eyes, hurt and sorrow thrumming through you in equal measure. You pry Nagito's hand from your face, and he offers no resistance at all. He's turned to wax, a puppet pliable to your whims. If only his brain were of the same material - if only you could make him see.

"You could never, ever ruin me," you tell him as firmly as you're able. "And I'm not lying, or trying to spare your feelings, or saying this out of pity. I respect you far too much for that. If I didn't love you, I wouldn't tell you that I did. Please, believe me."

Nagito is frozen, helpless to do anything but stare and shake as tears roll down his face. "Why?" he whispers eventually. "I don't understand... you... I..."

You cup his face, brushing aside the warm tears, and Nagito shudders and whimpers at the softness. Your heart pounds. "Can't explain it," you mutter. "I just love you. You're kind, and beautiful, and I've loved you for almost a year, and—"

Nagito moves; it's a lurch forward with no warning at all, like his body has stuttered, like he'd moved before his brain had a chance to catch up. It's plain what he was going to do, the way he grips your wrists, the way his lips brush yours and your heart flips in your chest - but as soon as his mouth makes the lightest contact with yours, he freezes.

He jerks back, horrified, scarlet. "I - I'm sorry!" he yelps. "I don't know what possessed me - you must be truly disgusted, that an insect like me thought to get so close to you without even asking permission, that I dared to—"

And this time, it's your turn; you duck your head up swiftly and capture his mouth in a kiss. It's short, and it tastes like saltwater and cold air, and it's made awkward by the way Nagito totally freezes at the contact, the way his hands tighten over your wrists hard enough to hurt. When you pull back, his eyes are round as coins, fluttering in unadulterated shock, mouth agape and blushed pink.

"You -" he says faintly, shellshocked. "W-why would..."

"Because I wanted to," you say firmly. "I wanted to kiss you, and I wanted you to kiss me. It's okay, Nagito. I promise, it's okay."

And with that final affirmation, Nagito breaks. His knees give out with a choked sob, and he buries his hand into his hands and wails. Silently, you follow him to the ground, gathering his thin, trembling frame in your arms to rock him gently, brush a hand through his hair as he weeps and stumbles over frantic apologies.

You soothe him as best you can as the sky grows dark. "It's okay, lovely," you hum as he laments about 'messing up the kiss like the ‘worthless worm he is.' "There'll be other chances, I promise."

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sailorhyunjinz · 3 years

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~ 𝐁𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐓𝐞𝐚 ~

𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝; SMUT!!! a smidge of angst and a lil fluff, felix x fem!reader. enemies to fwb, bullying!!!, highschool!au, blowjob, pierced!felix, mentions of complicated family relationships/bad economy, felix being rude lmao, PIV, unprotected sex (use protections ffs, this is a bad example), orgasm (m/f), cum, nicknames, shy reader, fingering.

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝; 6.6 k

𝙽𝚘𝚝𝚎; Consent is like tea or my personal favorite,,, tea slut HSAHSHA PLEASE im- anyways enjoy both tea and consent, both very very sexy and good for you

also,,, my first kinda long fic??

𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺; Lee Felix. The class bully. Also the son of a wealthy business man. You didn’t have the same privileges, living alone at such a young age. After an arrangement Felix invites you to work at his fathers old tea shop but this relationship turns into something unexpected.

The cold wind blew on your exposed calfs, the skirt of the school uniform fluttering as your backpack was lazily thrown across your shoulder, your head turned to the direction the bus comes from. You were not the only one on that bus stop. Other students standing at least a feet apart from each other, all eagerly waiting to hurry back to their comfortable homes, eat dinner and start on their assignments.

You on the other hand had other plans.

What was on your computer screen wasn’t the typical essay or sheet of physics questions. It was job applications. And lots of them.

A notification arrived, your phone vibrating in your coat pocket and as the screen lit up you saw a message.

[ Rent due today y/n, have it in by 8 ]

Living by yourself in a dusty apartment that contained nothing more than a bed, a desk and a tiny kitchen overfilled with noodle packets was nothing to be proud of. You could barely afford that type of lifestyle since you were a student so how on earth were you gonna get rent in to the old lady that served as your landlord?

You sighed, the packed bus rolling slowly on the way and stopping, there barely being place to stand in the crowded vehicle.

Your apartment was right above an old tea shop, the owner being a wealthy man that owned several shops on the block. His busy lifestyle including buying and selling properties kept him away from his true passion in life; tea. What scared you was his resemblance to a person you knew. A person you knew too well.

Lee Felix

His only purpose in life was to have fun. To ruin others. And he had every opporunity to do so. His report card was nothing but lies and money, his fathers wealth being able to buy him decent grades without lifting a finger. There was one, only one, instance where the young boy would try his best and that’s when intimidating others. His best skill. Those piercing dark eyes and knife-sharp jaw could leave anyone shaken for days.

But do you know who his favorite person to bully was?

You.

All the hurtful memories eventually started to merge together but one stood out clearly to you. It happened a year ago. You walked into the sunlit classroom, your other classmates sitting around their desks, chatting and showing each other photos, laughing happily. Friends was not something you had, more like acquaintance. The students you would greet and exchange a couple of words with but nothing more. Your assigned seat was in the third row, the one sitting right behind you being Felix himself. With a quick glance at the clock you looked underneath your desk, searching for the book you needed for english class, your eyebrows furrowing as you searched desperatly, turning every book over and ripping open your backpack, did you forget it at home?

“Looking for this?”

The cold voice sent a shiver down your spine, you slowly turning back, afraid of what evil gaze awaited you. You gulped as you saw his angular facial structure, his cheekbones pertruding as he held your english book in his hand, the arms of the white school uniform shirt being rolled up just enough to show off his blinged out watch, veins softly trailing upwards on his flexed arms.

You nodded to which Felix scoffed. Sighing you stood up, standing at the side of his desk and all of a sudden throwing yourself over it in a quest of snatching it from his grasp but failing epically, you falling down onto the floor, scraping your knees on the rough wooden flooring of the classroom. You try to stand up but was quickly stopped by Felix grabbing your face with his other hand, his wrists decked out with multiple delicate chains, all jingling with his movements.

Meeting his gaze made your skin crawl, his eyes almost animalistic as he looked deep into your innocent doe-eyes, smirking. His blonde hair falling on each side of his face, framing it like a renaissance painting since his stoic features was art in itself. Your eyes lingered a bit too long on Felix’s making the boy annoyed, before you knew it a clear liquid was spilling down your cheek, that not being tears but instead Felix’s spit. You flinch back as he waves the book infront of your face, tears jerking in the corner of your glossy eyes due to the humiliation, your other classmates forming a circle around the two of you, unable to do anything since that could mean the end of them.

“You want this, you want it so bad? What’s that angel? You’re gonna cry?”

He crouches as your gaze lowers to the floor, hair hanging infront of your face as a shield from his degrading words as the tears started pouring out of you like water, mixing with Felix’s saliva. He laughs psychotically, the cold laughter echoing in the classroom, tiny specs of dusty floating around like bubbles in a fizzy drink. The bold boy puts down the book on the floor behind him before he raises his hand, you shutting your eyes tightly, expecting the worst but being surprised as his hand laces in your disheveled locks. He pushes a strand of hair behind your flushed ear, leaning in close enough for you to feel his breath hit the shell of your ear.

“I’m gonna give it to you,,, but I want something in return”

You snap your head up to look at him, your eyes wide open, eyebrows hightened.

“W-what do you want?” you say, only for him to hear.

Felix hums, running his tongue in the inside on his cheek before speaking in a low voice.

“You”

You choked on your own spit, coughing as you turned away from him. You could hear his laugh ringing in your ears and after your coughing fit you turned back hastily, eyes as big as saucers. This couldn’t be true, this couldn’t be what you though it was. In sheer panic you once again tried to snatch the book, crawling on the floor like a bug in order to snake around his back to have a chance to grab the corner of plastic outside of the textbook but being met with disappointment when Felix slammed his foot on it, you retracting your hand after being mere inches away from his shoe. The boy tsked.

“I expect you at the school gate by the end of the day and if you don’t show up you’re gonna pay for it, understood angel?”

You nod, just nod. No words or mimicks. Simply a nod. His intimidation wiping the entire alphabet from your mind.

He stands up, grabbing the book and throwing it at you before exiting the classroom, a evil smirk plastered on his face. The sharp gazes of other students around you made you want to escape but you couldn’t, class was starting in 2 minutes.

♡

The sun shone it’s rays on your face, students exiting through the wide white metal gates. You ran your hand through your hair, pulling the straps of your backpack impatiently at you looked left to right, seeing the flowers blossom out in the rather windy weather. Suddenly your wrist was grabbed by a hand wider than yours.

It was Felix.

His closeness made you gulp loudly, a lump nestling into your stomach as you felt your anxiety rise, scared of what he might do to you even if you did find him strangely attractive even though he was a complete asshole. But who didn’t? The entire school was ready to give up their life in order to even be this close to the boy, girls and boys alike. You shook your head, wanting to get rid of the silly thoughts that clouded your mind. Only after minutes did you realise that your legs moved on their own, you being dragged by Felix, his hand still on your wrist.

“W-where are we going?” you inquired, the wind blowing on the blonde pierced boy, his angelic hair bouncing with every step.

“Don’t worry about it” he said, not speaking a single more word during the entire time he held your wrist and walked with you in the spring weather.

All of a sudden the two of you were standing infront of the tea shop, you lifting your head to glance upwards at your dusty window that was right above the tiny wooden sign that said “Tea Shop”, swinging rustily back and forward. Felix retrieves a key, unlocking the corrodated wooden door, the color matching the sign above.

“Wh- how do you know-”

Felix hushes you, closing the door behind you before throwing the keys on the counter.

“I don’t care about what you have to say. My father owns this place and I usually hang around here whenever it’s closed.”

“Do you work here?” you asked with a voice filled with curiosity.

Felix starts laughing his signature laugh, it being laced with nothing but iniquity.

“Work? Do you think I need to work? I’m the only child of a wealthy family, I’m pretty much settled for life”

You nervously look down at the floor, only being in the tea shop a couple of times before it was closed for business.

“Well,,, I know that your father owns this place, I live in the apartment just above so-”

You were quickly cut of by Felix slamming his hand on the table, standing behind the checkout counter and leaning over it with his two arms as pedestals.

“Why?”

You looked at him confused before your eyes gazed across the wall of glas cabinets displaying their finest china. Teapots with squiggly handles, painted with the utmost attention to detail, the colors of the scenes painted contrasting nicely with the eggshell white background. Small lamps were installed above each teapot, illuminating the work of art even more.

“Why what?” you said back, still in trance from the beauty of the teapots.

“Why do you live alone?” His eyebrows raised.

“I never said that!”

“y/n, that apartment is barely enough for a fucking mouse, there’s no way you could live there with someone else”

Damn, how did he know that? You had no other choice but to nod timidly, curling your hand into a fist.

“Don’t have the best relationship with my parents and since they aren’t wealthy like yours I have to do my best to find a way to support myself” you spat out at him, annoyed at his many questions.

“Touché” Felix said shortly, shrugging his shoulders.

After a long moment of silence the blonde boy spoke again;

“Let’s make a deal, I’ll get you a job here and I’ll join you but only because you’re stupid and need my help, not because I want to be here”

Your eyes light up, like an excited child you dash toward the counter and place your hands near Felix’s, looking at him with twinkling eyes.

“Really? You would do that?”

Felix nods.

“But don’t get too excited, you haven’t paid your end of the deal yet”

“Tell me! I’ll do anything, I promise!” you says quickly, smiling widely at Felix’s deadpan face.

“Suck me off”

Your previously bright smile faded in a matter of seconds, now turning into pure confusion.

“Wh-what? I can’t do that! Are you crazy?!”

Felix scoffs, walking towards the door in a cocky manner with his black backpack over his shoulder, wearing black ripped jeans that were strictly banned in school but no longer warned to Felix by the teachers. The schools logo embroidered on the white flowy shirt that was unbuttoned, exposing his brand name t-shirt.

Just in time you managed to block the door, his lips inches from yours as he sighed, smirking down at you.

“I’ll do it! I will do it!”

You blurted out, you had no other choice but to do it. Seeking other jobs had been impossible since you were only a student without any work experience, not having many other skills other than procrastinating and sleeping. You needed this in order to survive. You needed him.

The boy pushed you against the entrance door, placing his forehead against yours.

“Of course you will” Felix whispered in a voice deeper than the ocean, causing you to helplessly gulp and drop down on your knees, them hitting the floor with a thump. His small but veiny hands reached for his belt, unbuckling it in a swift motion, metal hitting each other. You were lost deep in thoughts, simply staring at his crotch whilst rethinking your every life decision. Wondering how on earth you got to this point, soon having your mouth stuffed with your bully’s dick.

Thank god that he was at least hot.

Felix popped his dick over the band of his underwear and as if you hadn’t had enough surprises today one last one awaited you. A silver metal barbell lodged right beneath his pretty red tip, his dick already hard as he gave it a couple of pumps. Your mouth fell agape, cheeks heating up as you struggled to keep a straight face. Felix being the tease he is had to comment;

“What? Bigger than you thought?”

You scoffed from his boldness, not believing your ears.

“N-no! Get over yourself you ass”

“Enough talking princess” Felix said in a deep voice, rubbing the tip of his leaking cock on your plushy lips, them being coated with a layer of saliva from you repeatedly lickning them out of nervousness.

There was a moment of awkwardness, you not being sure where to place your hands before you grabbed the base of his girthy dick, pursing your lips and latching them onto the tip, sinking down gradually in order to not choke immedietly, not wanting to embarrass yourself even more than you already had.

Felix let out a strained groan at the sensation, you feeling the cold metal as you flattened your tongue, licking a fat strap on the underside of his cock earning yet another groan. The blonde laced his fingers in your hair, tugging on it slightly in order to control the sinful sounds dripping out of his mouth. You whimpered against his dick, there barely being any room to breath as your nose was hovering just above his abdomen, impressed by your own gag reflex but that didn’t last long, Felix now shoving your head down his length, making you choke.

“Wow, is there anything you can do right? Can’t even suck me off properly”

You can only hum in response, sending shivers down Felix’s spine from the vibrations, the boy feeling the knot in his stomach tightening. The hair flies in front of you face as you bob your head down his cock that was equally as veiny as his decked out arms, feeling the metal hitting your bottom teeth a couple of times. Tears teased the corners of your eyes as you were throat deep on Felix’s member, your hands slightly sweaty from the butterflies in your stomach. Eventually Felix started to weaken in your grasp, small grunts escaping him as you hollowed your cheeks, mascara staining your heated cheeks.

“f-fuck,,,yes just like that,,ah-”

Luckily for the both of you the shop was located in a rather desolate area of town therefore no bypassers saw the scandalous view through the door that was decorated with a small foggged window. But did Felix care? Not really, the boy was bold enough to get sucked off in public if the opportunity presented itself.

You looked up at him with the most innocent eyes you could muster, spit starting to dribble down your chin and landing on your skirt, forming slightly saturated patches on the fabric from the wetness. The blonde boys useless comments didn’t make it any easier to withstand this agonizing process.

“Ah,,, never thought I would be seeing you like this, thought I had degraded you enough but this is just another level of humiliation, isn’t it y/n?”

The hand that was previously tangled in your hair was now moved to your stained cheek, him carefully swiping his thumb across the warm skin but you furrowed your eyebrows, swatting his hand away causing him to scoff before being interupted by his own loud moan, you pulling off and kitten licking his tip, coaxing his impending orgasm.

It didn’t take long before the boy was shutting his eyes tightly, his jaw slacking as a last low vibrational growl ringed in your ears, his eyes still piercing yours while the thick white liquid spilled out of him, coating the metal bar and seeped into your mouth, your dry lips now getting a coat of clear gloss, the rest dripping down onto the floor and your dark colored skirt.

You shook your head as you looked around the shop, not wanting to spit out his salty seed right on the floor but Felix simply shook his head back at you, grabbing your face gently.

“Swallow”

Goosebumps erupted on your skin from his intimidating voice, as if you’d been cast under a spell you nod, swallowing the droplets of cum harshly, the sound of your loud gulp causing Felix to hum and with a smile, ruffle your hair before zipping himself up and running a hand through his own hair, exposing his forehead for just a bit. You stand up on your own, legs wobbling as you don’t even expect the rude boy to help.

“You start tomorrow after school, my father will only be happy to know that someone actually want’s to work in this shithole. I’ll join you but once again, not because I want to but because your stupid head will mess everything up.”

You nod, only now noticing how scruffy the rest of the teashop looked, moving boxes piling up like the dust in the windowsills. You jerked your head to the side, eyes wandering all over the place, everywhere from the wittering plants to the miscellaneous stacks of files.

The both of you step out of the dusty shop, the cool air hitting your cheek, now remembering the makeup that was running down it. Without saying a word Felix tries to escape but you stop him, putting a hand on his shoulder. He doesn’t turn around, staring at the road ahead of him.

“Thank you”

You whisper out, your hair fluttering in the wind, feeling yourself getting emotional from his seemingly sweet gesture. Felix starts walking, the sound of his footsteps getting fainter as the disappears down the sunny asphalt road, leaving you standing infront of the shop before you go behind the shop, entering your burrow of an apartment.

♡

You walk to the teashop in the floral spring weather, wondering where Felix had been all day since he wasn’t in school this wednesday where lectures went in half speed. Arriving at the shop everything was surprisingly closed. You peeked into the window, standing on your toes as if that would improve your vision but gave up quickly after, only seeing the scene from yesterday, the same old piles of rubbish.

A light tap threw you off guard, you yelping and jerking away before noticing the blonde hair, Felix greeting you with a jingle of keys in his hand.

“Wanna have the honors? I mean, it is your first day after all”

You respond with a small “yes” before grabbing the keys from his hand and unlocking the entrance to the stuffy teashop, coughing as you step in from the dust that twirled all around the two of you. You walked over to the sad plants that were placed haphazardly in the windowsill, swiping your finger over the leafs and closely examining the dust that rubbed off, blowing it away softly before turning to Felix that was nearing the pile of random files.

“Looks like we have a bunch of work to do before we can actually brew tea”

He didn’t smile, visibly annoyed. Felix went into the back, behind the beaded curtain he retrieved a bucket of cleaning supplies.

“You mop the floors, I’ll clean some of the heavy stuff away”

Felix said, his voice still in that notorious deep tone.

“Not fair? There’s not even a mop which means I’ll have to do it by hand?”

Felix scoffed, throwing a old rag at you before turning around and grabbing a moving box filled with god knows what. You sigh, grabbing the bucket and emptying the contents, the brushes and strangly colored bottles of cleaning solution spreading across the counter before you went behind the beaded curtain, being met by a murky kitchen that hadn’t been cleaned in what seemed like forever. You sighed, looking around and opening cabinets only to be met with half broken porcelain and cobwebs, the shelf at the top displaying a multitude of metal cans filled with loose tea that had probably gone tasteless. With a disgusted face you close the cabinet, instead filling up the bucket with water and adding dishsoap in lack of other cleaning substance.

Hours ticked by, Felix sighing and huffing out of annoyance when carrying out and sorting through countless boxes while you cleaned the floor and dusted every corner, the shop transforming right before your eyes. The two of you eventually ended up in the kitchen, you observing every cup for cracks and disposing of those that showed just that as Felix was washing those that you thought looked presentable. Felix tried his best to not drop the cups despite his slippery fingers in a pathetic attempt at trying to do the dishes, it was clear that he had never in his life had to do this which made you roll your eyes, thinking about the boiling anger you had at this pompous and spoiled boy.

“Do you like living alone y/n? ”

The question was rather unexpected, making you choke on your own saliva. Never in your life had you thought that he cared about you. You shrugged your shoulders, wanting to appear unbothered.

“y-yeah, I wanted to be more responsible, I mean we are adults soon and nothing is served on a silver platter but I wouldn’t expect you to know.”

Felix smirked, seeing right through your lie but choosing to not taunt you. You felt vulnerable from the question but instead of continuing the awkward silence you wanted to get to know him better, maybe he wasn’t such a dick after all, maybe his tough guy personality was only a facade?

“What’s with that piercing?” you said, pointing at his groin with your chin making Felix laugh, getting shy from your question but snapping back to his cold outer self.

“It was a bet and as you can see I lost” he scoffed before continuing, “wanna see?”

Your eyes widened, cheeks heating up before stammering out;

“N-no, Felix you’re disgusting!” you say in desperation for an answer but Felix only laughs even more, almost annoying you.

“Well it wasn’t so disgusting when you were sucking me off, have you forgotten babygirl? Maybe I should teach you your place again.”

You gulped, not answering but instead just staring at him, a cup frozen in your hand as Felix locks his eyes with your, tilting his head in a cocky manner. You harshly place the cup down, storming out into the area where racks upon racks displayed the many tea sorts that were stashed away somewhere in the shop, Felix retrieving them earlier in the day. You start sorting through them, seeing a paper with orders on a clipboard and deciding to check the different kinds. Everything from oolong to pu’er to herbal was lined up in both teabags or loose tea leafs and surprisingly Felix did a good job, everything displayed in pretty and uniform lines. Before you could put a dash for a variety of tea that was missing. Felix sticks his head in between the beaded strings of the curtain, his eyes twinkling.

“Want some tea?”

For the first time he seemed cute. Not scary or intimidating, just cute. By the way his blonde locks fell infront of his face to the way his earrings were jingling, fading out to his angular facial structure.

You nod shyly, placing the clipboard on a random shelf before scooting over to the kitchen, seeing that Felix had placed out a white teapot with cobalt blue details, a floral pattern that contradicted to the eggshell white base. On the counter stood a small brown paperbag with black tea and right next to it a small tray of white sugarcubes.

“This seems awfully complicated for making tea” you say, looking at the red kettle boiling on the stove, there not being an electric kettle in this old establishment.

“What you expect? That I’ll be satisfied with you serving some watered down tea from a teabag? There’s a process you know.”

“Wow, and this is coming from Lee Felix? The son of a rich man and also the schools scumbag?”

Felix snaps his towards you, previously looking at the piping hot kettle. He licked the inside of his cheek, exhaling sharply through his nose, turning his cheek towards his shoulder, a momentary pop being heard before he looked at you with his dark eyes.

“I’m being nice, take that to your advantage and I’ll break your kneecaps”

You nodded and he smiled, astonished by the duality of this man.

“Are you just gonna stand there? Come closer”

You stepped closer to the counter, your breath hitching when you felt Felix’s chest again your back, his hands leaning against the counter and trapping you between the two. You swallowed harshly, eyes darting over the various equipment needed to make a simple cup of tea.

“Open the tea pot maybe?”

Felix said, sighing. You feeling his warm breath against the outer shell of your ear, his voice sounding even more dangerous when it was right beside you. You grabbed the blue detailed teapot and opened it, only to see a metal strainer already a part of the pot. Doubtfully you grabbed the little packet of loose leaf tea, removing and placing down the clip that was hindering it’s aroma from escaping the luxurious leafs. The fragrence of the tea hit your senses, the smell almost addictive.

“What tea is this?”

You said, turning the bag in you hand, looking for any type of lettering that would bring you closer to an answer.

“Russian earl grey. It contains bergamot orange making it more pungent”

You hummed, being to scared to turn around and face him, you now zoning out whilst your eyes were stuck on the awfully colored tiles on the kitchen wall.

“You’re supposed to drink it y/n, not smell it”

Felix stated causing you to snap out and notice that you’ve been holding the bag to your nose, scrunching your nose ever so often.

“Oh yeah,,, right,,, sorry. How much should I put in?”

You say, tilting the bag and slowly watching dark colored particles spill into the metal strainer. Felix slowly put his hand on yours, tilting the bag even more. You could feel your heart in your throat, your hands starting to sweat from his close proximity. His hand was warm for such a cold person.

“It’s supposed to fill up one third of the strainer, remember that”

You mewled out a quiet “yes” as he put the bag down, removing his hand from yours. The next step was obvious, filling up the tea pot with hot water. Just as you were about to grab the black handle of the shiny red kettle Felix smacked your hand away, him grabbing it instead.

“It’s hot and I can’t trust someone as stupid as you with it”

“I can grab a kettle you know? I’m not that weak-”

“Shut it”

You pressed your lips shut as Felix pressed himself against your back, carefully reaching and pouring in the steaming water and seeing the water droplets diffuse up into the atmosphere. He carefully put the lid back on the pot and backed away as he put the kettle back on the stove, turning it off.

“What do we do now?”

You asked, turning around and leaning your butt against the cold counter.

“We wait for 5 minutes, the steeping time is different for different teas, you’ll have to learn them when working here.”

You nod attentively, staring down at your shoes and turning your heels against the dark wooden floorboards.

“I wanna change the deal y/n”

Your head shot up to the blonde boy, him standing close by in all his glory, not wearing his school uniform but instead a black t-shirt, of course having a obnoxiously loud designer logo in the front just like the belt that was resting on top of his black slacks. His bracelets jingled everytime he moved his hands, this time wearing dainty silver rings to match with his wristwatch and shining piercings.

“W-what why? Are you gonna fire me?”

Blood was boiling in your veins, not knowing his intentions yet but knowing that they were just as sinister as the boy himself. Before you knew it his lips were attached on yours.

Your heart skipped a beat, knuckles whitening as you held onto the counter from sheer panic. His lips were softer than expected, pressing gently as he tilted his head, his eyelashes feathering over his closed lids. His hands traveled up your clothed body, exploring every inch of you. The soft sound of lips smacking against each other ignited a feeling deep in your core. You were pushed closer to the edge of the counter, his body so close, leaving you with no choice but to jump up on the metal surface. The coldness radiated through the thin fabric of your pleated skirt, hitting your aching cunt that was already dripping from Felix’s simple actions, his daunting aura clouding your mind with sinful thoughts.

“I’ll raise your pay if you fuck me, please y/n”

He whispers against your plush lips. You hummed, hesitating before slowly nodding, not being able to think clear with your heart beating like it’s about to protrude from your chest. He smiles slyly before reattaching his lips onto yours, his wet and sharp tongue running over your swollen bottom lip, desperatly wanting to taste your tongue. Your lips parted as you moaned into the kiss, giving him the perfect opportunity to pry himself into your mouth, the kiss getting sloppier, Felix growing needier as the seconds on the large clock on top of the door frame ticked. The blonde boy placed himself inbetween your legs, his veiny hands placed on your knees, seperating your already shivering legs. Without knowing what you were doing you cupped Felix’s cheeks, feeling the sharpness of his jaw against your soft hands.

Why did you pull him closer? He’d hurt you so bad in the past, everyday was living hell because of him and his deeds. A lightheadedness hit you as memories scrolled past your consciousness. Memories still painful, tender as open wounds. But for him you could forgive anything. Forget, just to see him smile at you.

His cologne was strangely addictive, the musky smell mixed with the scent of his soft sunkissed skin. You moaned softly against his lips as his fingers traced lightly over your exposed panties, the skirt already folded up your thighs. He hummed in delight, feeling the soaked fabric sticking against your pulsating cunt.

“I’ve waited for this for so long y/n”

You looked at him with confusion in your glossy eyes. Waited, for you?

Within a matter of seconds his fingers pushed aside the wet patch of fabric shielding you from the cold air, only to insert a finger inside of your desperate hole causing you to gasp. A second finger joined close by and Felix groaned, feeling your tight walls around his glistening digits. You had so many questions but not enough power to say them without stuttering.

“W-waited for,,, m-me?”

His fingers curled upwards as you finished your sentence causing you to grip his wrist, the squelching sound of your pussy pleasing the blonde boy as he pumped his fingers into you relentlessly.

“That’s how I get attention. You aren’t impressed by materialistic things so I did what I had to”

You couldn’t believe your ears. All that to get your attention? He succeeded but he would never understand the emotions you went through because of him. The hatered you thought would never melt away suddenly did, you becoming nothing more but a whimpering mess from his touch.

A thump was heard from your head hitting the cupboard, the pleasure firing through your body as your small cries echoed throughout the small kitchen. A sudden feeling of emptiness caused you to sigh in both relief and frustration. Your previously shut eyes slowly drifted open, panicked when you see Felix unbuckling his belt, letting both the fabric of his pants and underwear fall to the dim floor.

Somehow his leaking cock looked prettier this time around, the shiny piercing distracting to the eye. Your mouth watered embarrassingly enough, turning your gaze to the ticking clock until Felix cleared his throat, his adams apple bobbing up and down as he swallowed his spit. He looked nervous which was unfamilliar, the boy always being persistant with his cocky mannerisms. Felix pulled you closer to the edge of the counter, your face heating up as your legs were spread wide open for him. There was nowhere you could hide your flushed face and Felix took this to his advantage.

“Huh? Shy, babygirl?”

You gulped as you watched him stroke himself, the crimson colored tip disappearing only to reappear seconds later. Your eyes shut tightly as he moved the slick-stained panties to the side, anticipating to be filled to the brim from his impressive size. Mouth agape, Felix pushed into your wet hole, your hands gripping his broad shoulder in order to hinder a loud moan.

“fuck y/n,,, you’re so tight, s-shit”

You couldn’t answer, still adjusting your velvety walls around him. As the pain subsided your core ached for friction, needing to feel him deep inside of you. Your arms wrapped around the boy, pulling him closer to your heated body making him smirk slyly before carefully pulling away, only his tip resting inside of you. Just as you were about to sigh due to emptiness he slammed inside of you, your entire body shaking from the impact. Panting, you begged for more, begging for him to go faster.

“F-felix! faster,,, please”

Your warm face was buried deep in his shoulder, his slightly cold hands gripping your hips tightly, starting to roll against your throbbing cunt earning small mewls from between your swollen lips. The counter creaked with each thrust that grew louder as his pace got faster, feeling your delicate walls clench around his veiny length, his silver earrings dangling from his lobes. Felix explored parts of your body even you hadn’t felt, his dick prodding you deep enough to make your eyes roll back into your skull, biting down on his shirt.

The sound of skin slapping echoed in the room, your weakening legs wrapping around his figure, trapping him inside of you but the blonde boy had no plans of stopping. Sweat beaded around his temples, his previously serious expressing turning into a grin as he adored your moans, words falling out in incomprehensible syllables. You were close and so was Felix.

The pit of fire grew violent deep in your core, holding the young boy tighter to your body, clawing his clothed back. Every thrust had it’s impact, shaking you up and forcing shameless moans out from your throat that were being muffled by the fabric between your lips. The two of you moaned in unison, Felix’s deep mutters getting louder, his vicious thrusts becoming sloppier and uneven, desperate for his sweet release. You clenched around him involuntarily, trying to hold back from screaming, glad that your warm face was between his shoulder and neck so that he couldn’t see your fucked out expression. His name rolled off your tongue like a mantra, mind blank as your eyes were squeezed shut.

“Felix, i-im gonna c-cum! im-m cumming!”

The wall seperating you from your orgasm collapsed, leaving you with a powerful sensation washing over you. Your legs shook, struggling to keep your legs wrapped around him but soon enough you wouldn’t have to. Felix thrusted into you one final time, sending a shiver down your spine and overstimulating you before pulling out, his dick glistening with your erotic juices as he fucked his hand, hot spurts of cum leaking out. He growled, scrunching his forehead as he released on your shaking thighs, one last droplet of cum descending down his shaft and coating the shiny piercing that decorated his pretty cock.

You panted, still processing what just happened, looking at Felix that unwrapped his hand from around his member, dick turning flaccid. You lifted yourself off the counter, only then realising how weak your legs were, not letting go of the surface you just fucked on.

“Is this a one time thing or,,,”

You start, not really knowing what to say afterwards. Felix cleared his throat, putting on his pants as you fixed your dark skirt, back against the boy.

“Let’s be friends”

You turned around, gazing at Felix as he looked down at the grimy floor.

“I’ll stop,,, bothering you, now we’re friends,,, with benefits but it’s a secret, understand?”

Every sentence this man spoke sounded serious with his deep voice but this was serious, for real.

“Why should I? Why should I agree, Felix? So that you can play around with me even more, make me your little shy puppet? I’m not having it!!”

You yelled at the boy, his expression deadpan as you hit him in the abdomen, instantly regretting it as your knuckles hit his rock hard abs. Frustration clouded your mind, wanting to break every single piece of porcelain in the narrow kitchen. Instead you broke yourself apart. Crying in front of Felix like you’d done so many times before, dropping to the floor and feeling the cold material against your bare thigh. This feeling, so familiar. Felix gazing down on you like you we’re worth nothing more than the ground.

Only this time he didn’t only stand and stare.

His arms wrapped around your quivering figure, his embrace warmer than his face.

“I’m sorry, y/n”

His voice shook as the silence overtook the both of you, the quiet ticking of the clock interupting.

“Hm? Look at me, y/n”

Felix pulled away from you, sitting on the floor next to you, watching your head hang low as he gently put a hand on your jaw, lifting your gaze up to meet his.

“I’m fucking stupid, I know. I shouldn’t have hurt you like that but,,, I didn’t know how- how to get closer to you.”

He swiped the rough pad of his thumb across your cheek, wiping your tears.

“I will never hurt you ever again, y/n. We- we can work here and just,,, do stuff.”

You knew exactly what he meant by “stuff” but somehow you trusted him. You trusted him because you had no one else to trust.

“But one rule” he said.

You tilted your head, wondering what his rule was.

“No falling in love”

You hummed, nodding as you wiped your tearstained cheeks with the sleeves of your shirt, cracking a smile at your own vulnerability. Felix stood up and you looked up at him, feeling small but not afraid.

“So what do you say, y/n?”

He offered you his hand, you couldn’t stop looking into his secretive eyes that slowly turned mellow.

You grabbed his hand, passing it as a yes to his question.

But the both of you knew that the rule would be broken soon, like the brittle edge of a teacup.

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thekingthatwrites · 2 years

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could you do a platonic camilo and reader? like the reader and him are the best of friends and make each other happier n stuff. also, this one's optional, but can the reader have a stutter?

An Amigo of Mine

Summary: You and Camilo have been best friends since diapers, basically inseparable! Both of you make each other very happy and every moment together is wholesome and memorable.

Genre: Fluff

Camilo x GN!Reader w/ a stutter ( Platonic )

A/n: Sorry if the Spanish is wrong, I dont speak it fluently.

Word Count: 1,603 words

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It was late afternoon, and the sun was in the sky, shining brightly onto the community of Ecancto. It was a place of loving people and heartwarming moments, and a very certain member of this town couldn't help but feel the most of it. (Y/n), a young teen, most often wearing a smile across their lips. People always were happy to see them as they brightened any room they walk into. They were a star in the residents of this Miracle town.

Now, if you're not from the area, you may not know why it's called such a thing. Well, 50 years ago, what literally was a miracle for the lives of the people formed, making the exact place where all these people stand to this day. The ones who made it happen? The amazing family of the Madrigals of course! Abuela Alma Madrigal is the one who started it all, raising their community from the ground up. For years this place prospered, especially for the gifts that the children of the Madrigals were granted from the Miracle.

As you walked through the town's square, a bag hanging over you're shoulder, you would walk towards the place where they would sell everything someone like you could be looking for. You weren't really there for yourself though, sadly, as your mother had requested you to head out to the market and buy some products for the next few dinners they had planned. Of course, being the sweetheart you are, you couldn't help but give her a large grin and nod in agreement.

It didn't take long to get to one of the main stalls you had your mindset towards, and you greeted its seller with a simple hello as you handed them your list. It was a large one, but they didn't even hesitate to get right to it. Everyone in the Encanto was so kind, and especially when it came to you, they wouldn't hesitate to help. You thank them, placing your hands in front of you, smiling gratefully. They put a thumbs up as they packed a few things in bags... But as you watched you couldn't help but let out an inner sigh. This was gonna take forever.

Well, (Y/n), lucky for you, a very certain someone had come into the town square, someone you knew quite well. One of the most interesting of the Madrigals, the one who held the power to shapeshift into anyone he wanted to. Though, as you watched the one in front of you, patiently, you just happened to not notice your friend. Oh did I forget to mention that? You and Camilo have been best friends forever. Pepa, Camilo's mother, and your own were childhood friends and ended up raising the two of you at the same time, allowing for you and the boy to grow close ever since you were born.

And now he was sneaking up behind you, a mischievous grin across his features, and placed his hands on your shoulders, shifting into looking exactly like you. "Boo!" He would exclaim, attempting to scare you, knowing how easily you startle, even if he does this every time he spots you not paying attention. As soon as he made contact with you, and the words escaped from his mouth, you almost jumped out of your skin, letting out a loud yelp, and moving your hands over your mouth. It didn't take you long to whip your body around to see an exact copy of you... which soon turned into your best friend.

"C-Camilo! Gahhh, y-you can't keep d-doing this!" You said, a slight stutter in your voice, something you just happened to be unfortunate enough to be born with. But you didn't mind it! Really no one did, and it just so happened to be why you became so confident with talking without holding your stutter back or apologizing. Now, you don't even notice it yourself most of the time!

But honestly, this was also because of the help of your friend here. Camilo was able to convince you at a young age that no one minded at all, and as you observed people's reactions to talking to you... you ended up agreeing with it! Only when your nervous does it kinda make you feel bad, as it can get awfully hard to control.

Camilo let out a loud giggle, their grin only growing on their features. "But it's so funnn! Would you rather me just walk up to you and say hi? ¡Vamos que es tan aburrido!" They reached over, poking your cheek as they snickered some. You rolled your eyes playfully at his actions and words as you wave your hand at the boy's finger dismissively.

"Stappp! Y-you, say that a-all the time!" You would cross your arms across your chest, allowing a giggle to escape into the air, making your friend copy such an expression. The two of you couldn't help but laugh as the other one does, it's such a contagious gesture, that you had to join one another in such giggle fests.

"¡Sí! But that's what makes it fun! At some point you'll agree with me, you just don't know it yet." He sticks his tongue out at you, still keeping a smirk across his lips. Though, as the two of you were speaking, the stall's clerk would clear his throat and apologize for interrupting the two of you before handing you the bag of groceries you requested. A small gasp could be heard from you and let out a small awkward chuckle, apologizing if you took up too much time of his before giving the el empleado de la tienda the money he needed. You thank him soon after and turn away, looking back to your childhood friend.

"Y-you wanna walk m-me to mi casa? I h-have to drop off t-these los comestibles, but then I'll b-be able to hang o-out!" You would give them a closed-eyed smile, beginning to walk back to your home, and it didn't take them long to join you.

"¡Por supuesto! I'd love to!" They say as they nod in an excited fashion, seeming happy that you offered.

"¡Excelente! It s-shouldn't take long at a-all." You would turn to face forward, not wanting to trip on anything as you walked, and in a matter of minutes you stood before your home. "W-wait out here!" You told him, walking into your home, and placing the bag down on the dining room table. "¡Mamá! ¡V-voy a pasar el rato con C-camio!" You called out to her, "Okay! Have fun!" She calls back.

As soon as you hear those words, your face lights up, and you rush out of the home. Stretching your arms up to the sky, letting out a soft yawn, you walk back over to the shapeshifter, him smiling wide at you as you came from the house. "Glad to see you made it, (Y/n)." He teased a bit, elbowing your arm slightly.

Once again you couldn't help but roll your eyes playfully, doing the same back but a bit harder as to push the boy a bit off balance. "Of course I-I did!" You exclaimed, "Do you think m-my mom wouldn't l-let me?" You raise your eyebrow, questioning the other.

He had stumbled when you pushed him, but he was able to catch his balance as you spoke, moving his gaze back over. He would push you back, keeping the same smirk on his face as you stumbled a bit. "Not at all! I was just teasing." He giggled, and in turn, you did as well.

You would regain your foothold as the two of you walked, not really having a destination in mind. "D-don't you always? You always t-tease, but you just h-happen to be perro que l-ladra no muerde." You would reach over and flick their nose playfully while giggling mischievously. They let out a dramatic gasp, stopping in their tracks and putting a hand on their chest, pretending to look offended.

At this point, you were just out of town, and as you began to walk onto some grass, he would jump at you! "You sure about that? Because I'm confident I can prove you wrong!" He said, his eyebrows furrowing, presenting a more prankish look. He would reach his hands down to your sides as soon as the both of you fell to the ground and began tickling you!

You would let out a howling laugh as he pressed his fingers against your clothing and moved across the fabric quickly. Your eyes were wide at first, but now closed shut as you couldn't stop laughing. "¡B-basta de c-cosquillas!" You barely got the words to escape your tongue as you giggled and snorted like a dork. Camilo had the proudest grin on his face as he wouldn't stop until you started to wheeze. He brought back his hands, putting them on his hips, and snickered some.

"How's that for all bark and no bite, eh?" He asked as you would let out heavy breaths, your face hurting from the smile you expressed during those events.

"O-okay okay!" You would exclaim, letting out one last sigh as you grabbed their arm pulling them down to lay next to you. "Y-you win, Camilo! ¡Revierte lo que dije!" You both let out fits of giggles, smiling wide as you stare up at the beautiful sky, erupted with colors. Two sighs escaped your guy's mouths at the same time and you looked at him. Soon he looked at you too.

"Y-you're my best f-friend Camilo." You say and he laughs.

"I better be."

A/N: HOLY SHIT THIS WAS SO CUTE TO WRITE! THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING :]

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piraticusdorm · 2 years

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Piraticus Chapter 10: [Night Visit]

The atmosphere is quiet outside Ramshackle. On the porch sits Gwen, worry apparent on her face as she explains her noon visit to her friends. There’s a silent plea for guidance as she finishes her tale.

▶ So that’s what happened

Deuce: So it wasn’t Piraticus after all…

Ace: Sorry to tell you Prefect, but you got totally duped there.

Jack: I wouldn’t be so sure. No one is allowed in those ships, but they invited the Prefect in.

Ace: You have to earn their trust before lying to them. You’re too innocent Jack~

Jack: I stand by what I said.

The sing song tone of Ace’s mockery is, this once, ignored. Gwen mulls it over. She’s noticed Ace has an eye for judging people, but Jack holds a fair point too, his serious and to the point perspective a good contrast. That is to say, Gwen isn’t sure which one is correct. Her head hangs in frustration.

Grim: That Captain of theirs seemed like a nice guy. I say we trust him!

Ace: See? All the more reason to not trust him.

Grim: HEY!

Always in a world of his own, that Grim. Sometimes the simplest answer is the right one though. Deuce puts a hand on Gwen’s back, rubbing small circles with an encouraging smile and Gwen answers with a smile of her own. Jack would do much the same, she thinks, if he wasn’t currently side-stepping the playfight that Ace and Grim have started. He gets fed up quickly, checking his sports watch.

Jack: It’s getting late. I should be going back.

Ace: Such a goody-two-shoes~

Jack: Hah?

Ace: W-we should be going back too, right Deuce?

Deuce: Yeah. We’ll see you around Prefect.

▶ Take care guys

All leave as the sun finishes setting. The inside of the dorm feels even quieter now. Gwen enters the kitchen and sets her phone on the counter with a playlist on. Well, dinner won’t make itself!

…

Night falls quickly, the comfort of soft pillows and warm blankets doing nothing for one particular resident. Grim tosses and turns, kicking and groaning and most importantly, waking up Gwen each time she feels just about to fall into the world of dreams.

Grim: Mrrmm…. Mrwa…. MrvghAH! I can’t sleep! I’m not tired at all!

▶ It’s because of that nap you took

Grim: Why didn’t you wake me up! That’s your job as my henchman! It’s too noisy to sleep anyways!

▶ I don’t hear anything?

Grim: Hmp. Of course your inferior henchman ears don’t pick it up. But I can hear voices and laughter from the ghosts outside!

The soft whispers in the dead of night stop for a moment. Gwen tries as best as she can to hear anything but the rustling wind outside. Just as she’s about to chastise Grim for ruining her sleep, she registers the faint sound of a laugh outside. Her eyes widen, as do Grim’s. It doesn’t sound like ghost, not the ones they know of at least. They know their laughs well enough by now. Grim burrows deeper into the sheets, trying to act if he isn’t seeing Gwen’s determined smile.

▶ Let’s go investigate!

Not a moment is wasted as Gwen shakes off the sheets, sleep forgotten for the moment. It was unlikely she’d get any with such a fidgety companion anyways. She grabs an old robe that was left in the dorm long ago, thick enough to shield her from the night’s cold. Grim reluctantly follows behind her, out of the room, down the stairs and out into the garden.

Grim: We just jumped out to look… What if it’s a giant monster..!?

▶ My word, Grim! You’re not scared now, are you?

Grim: As if! I’m the GREAT Grim! I’m not scared of a-anything!

▶ Good! There’s a dim light that way

Nervous steps follow excited ones. Perhaps it’s the thrill of adventure still in her, or the memory of the previous night-time visitor who speed her heartbeat, but she holds much curiosity as she enters the woods behind Ramshackle and follows that warm, small peck of light. It stops, then dims and lowers itself to the ground, and stays there. Slowly, quietly, Gwen approaches it. Grim peeks from behind her. They reach the light, as it remains on the ground. Or rather, under it. Shielded by the thick, dry roots of a dead tree. Gwen rests a hand on it as she leans forward, a space between the roots giving view to the small cave under it.

Grim: Inside..!? We could’ve had a secret base all this time!? No fair. This is my territory so now it belongs to me.

▶ Shh! I can’t hear them.

Grim: I can.

▶ Oh. What are they saying?

Grim: Mhh. Something about worms. And a duel, it sounds like a fun adventure..! Ah, now there’s a lot of voices interrupting each other.

▶ There’s a lot of kids down there… that uniform..!

Grim: It’s that flashy white again. Something Sword School… Didn’t that guy from last night wear something like that?

▶ ..So that wasn’t a dream after all.

Grim: … They’re coming out! We should hide!

▶ My, how exciting! Let’s do that!

The degree of incredulity on Grim’s face is uncanny, as he watches Gwen skip towards the surround trees like a child playing hide and seek. A step, and then another grow closer, and he decides to hide in the same spot as her. It’s from there that both see the young students coming out of the hide out, the white fabric of the uniforms reflecting moonlight and giving a perfect view of each one. A head full of red hair stands taller of all, proudly putting himself at the front.

???: Oookay! You’re all ready to go men!?

RSA Student: (yawn) It’s past my bedtime…

RSA Student: Dumbass! Warriors don’t have bedtimes!

???: That’s right! Only babies do! We’re going to play aaaall night so shake it off! Let’s go!

The kids follow the red head in line, exaggerating each step as they march. Gwen and Grim exchange a look.

Grim: I don’t think that’s good?

▶ My word, it is dreadful! Boys that young shouldn’t stay up.

Grim: That’s what you’re worried about!? What are they doing here?

▶ It is… suspicious. But they seem harmless enough. I hope.

Grim: Maybe you’re right, those brats look even younger than the first years. I still don’t like they’re so nearby our home. But now that they’re gone I can finally sleep! Let’s go back

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Brahms's Lullaby ~ Brahms Heelshire x Reader

Note: Why do I love Brahms? Fuck if I know. Anyway, this is what happens when a a meek, cute girl moves away from her old life to turn the page and find herself once again...And yet, her dark past quite literally comes back to haunt her.

'That's one huge manor...' Y/N thought to herself, the back of her neck straining as she scanned it from the bottom to the very top of the roof. The grip on her luggage tightened as she gulped in anxiety, and after taking a few deep breaths, she entered in this house, and immediately got greeted by the elderly woman who was the mistress of the house.

Y/N wasn't sure if it was her who was just nervous about the drastic change in her life, or if the woman was simply incredibly intimidating, but hey, as far as she was concerned, this woman won't be staying with her, so she will be all alone in the house, taking care of a child...How bad could it be?

Oh wait. Y/N hates children. They are so loud, bratty, obnoxious, entitled, rude...And the list could go on for ages, but she couldn't loiter in her mind any longer, and instead, she had to memorise where each room was, and what instructions the woman was saying.

She couldn't believe it, but she was glad she chose to wear a pair of comfortable sneakers, for she kinda got tired going up and down the manor...But what could she do anyway?

The kitchen got introduced to her, the woman told her to keep the leftovers in the freezer, told her about Malcom the delivery boy and how he's the only one allowed to bring her stuff. Weird, but what could she do? P'haps the child has a very strict routine that they must stick to, otherwise they'll feel weird and uncomfortable. Who knows?

And then, she showed her the music room, and while she wasn't paying much attention to the woman who turned on the music on the radio rather loud, Y/N looked around, inspecting the musical instruments, especially the piano, and the music sheets neatly displayed - "Brahms's Lullaby" it was called.

"Oh, is the child a fan of Johannes Brahms?" Y/N asked with a soft smile on her face, as she gently traced her fingers over the keys. "Yes, he is. In fact, the child is called Brahms." the woman spoke a bit sharply, looking her up and down with eyes that almost seemed...Judging, for some reason. "What a lovely name. When will I meet little Brahmsy?" she asked, and as soon as she used that nickname, the woman's jaw got set, and Y/N could swear she was gritting her teeth in anger at her. "...Brahms. His name is Brahms. You will meet him right now. Come on." the woman went on ahead and opened a room, where a doll was sitting in a chair, neatly dressed like a gentleman, while next to him, crouching, an elderly man, who she could only assume was the woman's husband, the master of the house. "Oh, my dear Brahms...This is Y/N, she is here to be your new nanny. Miss L/N, this us Brahms, and he will decide whether he accepts you or not." ...a doll? She...Has to babysit...A doll? Well...The pay is good, and she's veeeery far away from her old home, so...No new beginning happens within your comfort zone, right? "Hello, Brahms, it's great meeting you. I hope we'll get along well." with a sweet smile on her face, Y/N crouched down if front of the chair and took the little hand of the doll, shaking it carefully. "...Fine enough. Now, could you give us some time alone? Brahms will decide now." with that look on her face, while the old man looked at her with pity, and...Relief, maybe? Y/N exited the room, only to see a man standing in front of her, wearing an amiable smile. "Oh, hello there, you must be the new nanny. I'm Malcom, the delivery boy. Well, delivery man. Nice to meet you." very charming... "Ah, yes, I've heard about you. My name is Y/N, nice meeting you as well." she replied politely, although she could sense the flirt he was failing to put forward. "If you want, some day, I can show you around the town. It's small, but kinda pretty." he continued in the same manner, and Y/N replied with simple answers, until finally, the woman opened the door widely, with an even wider smile. "Brahms has decided that you are suitable to be his new nanny, congratulations." how the human behaviour can change so drastically, doing a whole 180, in a split second. "Thank you so much for accepting me, Brahms! I'm sure we'll get along well!" Y/N clapped her hands together to her chest in a cheerful manner, as the elder man left as well, allowing his wife some more farewell words with the doll. "Here, I made you a simplified list of rules you must follow. You don't have to wake up at 7 in the morning every day like my wife told you, but you must make sure all of these are taken care of, alright, miss L/N?" the man asked, handing her the paper which she attentively read. "Yes, of course, I will do as instructed without fail. Thank you for having trust in me with your dear Brahms. Have a lovely trip and I hope you get a well-deserved rest!" Y/N wished them, and for a split second, she almost thought the man's eyes flashed with shock and sorrow. What was going on anyway...? This family is...Peculiar, to say the least. Well, no matter, she will be paid weekly, and with the pretty generous amount she earned while working as a doctor, she should be able to afford anything she'd want, so she won't get bored.

And so, the Heelshires left, and she was all alone with the doll - Y/N decided to make her new bedroom to her liking, as much as possible, with Brahms sitting on a nightstand, as she was humming whatever tune that went in her mind, and swaying carefreely.

"You know, Brahms? I wasn't expecting you to be a doll. But frankly, I think this is better. Children are annoying...But you? You're really nice. And you're not loud or obnoxious. I think we'll be great friends." speaking to a doll...I guess that's how far in my loneliness I've gotten. Tragic, really...She thought as she realised how much of a crazy person she'd look like, were someone to see her. "Since it's already evening, let's go make some really good dinner, and then we can play the piano a bit? Maybe even watch a movie together?" she picked up the doll and went to the kitchen, and looking in the fridge, then at the utensils available, she put together a nice dinner, and put it split in two plates, one for her, and one for the doll, and to keep away the boring silence that hung painfully throughout the house, she put on some LoFi music on her phone, and ate, feeling more peace now than she ever did. "Hmmm...I know your mum told me to put the food in the freezer...But it's better eaten while still warm. I don't think you'll like it if it's stone cold...So, I'll leave it here, on the table, and see how it is. If you don't like it, and you want me to put it in the fridge, just tell me, and I'll do as advised." ...Just tell me? JUST TELL ME? Girl, are you out of your mind?! As if a doll could speak...

After she washed her plate, fork and knife, she picked up the doll once again, and went to the music room, putting the doll on the piano, and cracking her fingers, she let them glide over the claviature, creating a beautiful melody echo through the room, and maybe Y/N didn't realise, but she had a glowing smile on her face, and she visibly relaxed and felt at ease, as if she was flying through the fluffy clouds.

"I haven't done this in so long, I'm surprise I'm not rustier. I hope you liked it too, Brahmsy. Now, let's go to be. Do you want to sleep in my room? Come on, I'm a bit anxious to sleep by myself in this huge, creepy house." she mused as she got to her room, carefully putting the doll on her pillow and after going to the bathroom to change in her cutesy Unicorn Pusheen nightgown, and turning on her laptop, she put on Harry Potter, one of her comfort movies, and cuddling with the doll, she gave it a little kiss before getting engulfed in the story once again, and falling asleep without realising.

Everything was peaceful in the house in the morning, until Y/N reached the kitchen to make some light breakfast, only to find a paper on the table, with beautiful cursive writing in ink on it.

"Warm is better, thank you :) "

Frankly speaking, it freaked her our enough to get a panic attack and barricade herself in her room for the whole day, her bedroom locked and too afraid to leave that place for the whole day.

Oops.

After this, days on end, and then weeks passed by uneventfully, as Y/N took care of Brahms with no problem, Malcom came by to give her the groceries, the pay and anything that she'd order online, she'd chat with some old friends, would watch movies, would go out to plant flowers and tend to the garden, would dance around, happy to bask in the warm Summer sun, would read whatever books she likes, with the doll in her lap, and she realised that she never felt more relaxed and free in her life.

It was pretty cool not having to work for money, huh?

But one day, when she was out in the garden, barefoot and with a cute, flower dress on, her long, beautiful hair, accessorised with a colourful flower crown, and she was dancing to the music on her phone, she noticed a figure somewhere from the forest. It was unmoving, almost as if it was staring, and it startled Y/N. It startled and frightened her so much that she quickly picked up the doll and went inside the house, making sure all windows and doors are properly locked, and the drapes are closed, so nobody could get in.

That night, she kneeled on the bad, an upset frown on her face, as she felt her eyes watering slightly, looking down at the porcelain doll of the little boy.

"It's moments like this when I hoped you were human, Brahmsy. Not a child...But a man. I'm scared...I'm so scared...I don't like being alone. There was some creep outside in the forest, and it was staring at us. What do I do, Brahmsy? What am I supposed to do...?" as she felt a few tears streaming down her face, she sighed, hanging her head down, raking her fingers down her face in mild desperation. "...Who am I kidding, you're just a doll, you're not human. Why the hell do I even bother. I'm going to die here, sooner or later..." her voice was filled with dread and resignation as she got under the covers, clinging onto the doll as if her very life depended on it.

Since that very day, she continued seeing the silhouette of a tall man, standing there, menacingly stalking her every single day, from different places, until she heard the phone ring, and reluctantly, she answered.

"...Hello? Who is there...?" she muttered, gripping the phone anxiously, awaiting and answer. "You don't recognise the voice of the man that made you feel good every night?" her breath stopped completely hearing that awful voice she hoped never to hear again. Instead of answering, she slammed the phone down.

But it rang again.

And again.

Until it drove her mad and she disconnected it completely.

It wasn't like anyone would call her anyway, and if they wanted to contact her, then they could text her on her private phone, or on social media.

Why can't she just get some peace anywhere? She just wanted to get away from all hell she was put through at home...But now, it seemed like Hell was inclined to follow her to the ends of the world.

The stress and fright from this increased when she received multiple pictures of herself from either outside the house, or even inside, which is when she realised the stalked from outside was, in fact, the one who called her on the phone. It was her horrible ex.

And one horrible night, as she gripped on the doll to dear life, walking down the corridors of the huge manor, checking for the thousandth time that everything is locked tight, she heard a noise.

What was she supposed to do...? She couldn't run out of the house, everything was locked...And could she hide? Not really, she was sure he'd check all the rooms without fail.

So...What could she do except try to hide in her room?

She waited in her wardrobe, knowing very well that, if he were to get inside her bedroom, he would check every nook and cranny, but even so, she felt safer in a cramped, tight place, than outside in such an open room.

Mere seconds felt like outright centuries, she heard the door slam open, making her jump in fright, her hand to her mouth, so she'd muffle any sound she'd potentially make from her hyperventilating. She knew, it would be long before he checked the wardrobe, but gosh...The anticipation made her anxiety skyrocket.

Until it finally happened.

Y/N found herself being dragged from inside her safe place by the hair, thrown to the ground, but not once did she let go of the doll that became some sort of a comfort object for her.

"So that's where you were, Y/N! I missed you! It's been a while, hasn't it?" oh no, that overly sweet voice...It's nothing but poison. It was so bad that her bottom lip started quivering with fear as she tried to crawl away from there, but obviously, to no avail. "Wheeeere are you going, darling? Didn't you miss me? Come on, give me a hug!" he grinned, grabbing her and trapping her in his arms, and she couldn't help but tremble in disgust and fear as she felt his hands roaming in places it shouldn't. "Why aren't you talking to me? Why aren't you saying anything? Come on, let me hear you voice! ...DO SOMETHING, DAMN IT!" ah, his facade crumbled much faster than expected, and that aggressive scream in her face as he roughly pushed her in the wardrobe door made her whimper and wrap herself around the doll, trying not to let tears fall down her face and just...Praying for all this to be over...To be just a nightmare..."What the fuck is with that doll anyway? Why do you cling on it, and not on me? Give that here." but she didn't let go, and seeing how she was opposing him, he forcefully grabbed her face before slapping her before snatching away the doll from her arms. "Sheesh...It's so fucking ugly. No wonder you stay with this, it's the only thing that would stay with someone like you. So ugly, dumb, annoying...You should be grateful that I'm here! Nobody in this world wants you! You're worthless and you deserve nothing. Do you hear me? You ARE nothing! Better thank me nicely for coming all the way here for you! Nobody would bother doing ANYTHING for you!" he yelled at her, as she cradled her face, crying, but also fearing being seen crying, remembering how bad it would get. "Don't her Brahms...Please...Please don't hurt him..." she begged and pleaded over and over, but it only seemed to ignite more anger in his eyes. "You only beg me with that sweet voice of yours...To save your stupid...Thing? Really, Y/N? You're pathetic. You're stupid. You're disgusting. Fuck you and fuck your stupid doll!" and with that, the jerk started slamming the fragile porcelain doll on the wall, ignoring the desperate pleas from the girl. "NO! NOOOOOOOO! No....! Brahms, no...! What has he done to you..." Y/N crawled to the place where the doll's porcelain head was slammed apart, and she let tears fall over as, with shaky hands, she tried to piece together the overly-fragmented head, only to get pulled back by the hair and slammed on the ground, as he pushed himself upon her, his hands grabbing at her exposed flesh, her light nightgown offering close to no protection from the lecherous predator, and her weak, noodle arms, just like before, offered no resistance to his significantly stronger, bulkier built, and no matter how much she tried to fight back, she knew...She knew that struggling never helped, no matter how much she tried. It never did. And it only made it hurt more.

But then...Before she knew it, a loud noise, like that of an explosion, or destruction, came from somewhere in the room, startling the poor girl enough to make her scream in fright, while the predator jumped to his feet looking at the hole in the wall...

Only for a pair of hands to slowly creep out of the wall, tredging along the wooden walls, and then, a head wearing a porcelain mask creepily got out, followed by 2 legs and a body. It seemed to be a man, very tall - In fact, taller than her ex - , but while yes, his dramatic entrance startled the two, the man only got angrier, ready to fight the intruder, while the petite girl only got more frightened by the commotion, dragging herself in the safest corner of the room, shaking, guarding her head with both her arms, hoping again and again that this was all a nightmare, and it would end already - It was beginning to look so much more incredible, like a weird fantasy movie...This can't be real, right?!

"Y/N! Help me!" the voice of a child called out her name, almost strangled and desperate, and peeking at the brawl on the ground, she noticed her ex trying to strangle the stranger, whose head was leaning, his eyes fixated on hers.

He went out of the wall as soon as she got attacked...He was trying to protect her...Maybe? So...She got up, trying not to attract the attention of her ex, and taking ahold of the lamp on her nightstand, she brought it down hard against her ex's head, making him groan in pain...But he didn't fall. He didn't faint, like you see in movies. Instead, he got up, glaring at the meek girl and snatched away the lamp, throwing it away.

"You fucking bitch...Now you've done it." his voice was so dark that she was sure this was game over, so she bolted out of the room as fast as she could, but the labyrinthine house was impossible to navigate, and before she knew it, she found herself in a dead end, with no escape.

However, instead of seeing her ex with the wrath of a raging bull, she noticed the stranger slowly making his way towards her, his shoulder slouched, his dirty, once white, tank top now splattered with fresh blood, as is the rest of his outfit. But his hands were up, almost as if to say that he 'surrenders', as he stepped right in front of the trembling girl.

"Please don't kill me. Please don't hurt me. Please, please, please, I will leave you alone, I will go away, I will do want you want, please don't hurt me." even her voice was shaky, her arms crossed to protect her face, and her eyes closed in fear, so she didn't notice the curly haired man slowly crouching down in front of her, his head tilting slowly, before he gingerly grasped her wrists, pulling them away with such gentleness that she never knew. It was so weird for someone to be so careful with her body...With her...That she opened her eyes, doe-like, looking at the man's wide eyes that peered through his mask. "I am Brahms." but this time, his voice wasn't like that of a child, but not did it sound rough and hoarse, like her ex's. It was soft and delicate, masculine, but not too much. It was soothing. And what Brahms once saw to be the most frightened eyes, remembering how scared Bambi was when his mother died, yet now, they had more of a curious spark. "I won't hurt you. I promise. Don't leave." the once tense girl visibly relaxed under his touch, as he let go of her wrists and letting his knees touch the floor, he leaned forwards, between her legs, to get closer to her, and touched her face with both of his arms, wiping away her tears, surprised at how soft her skin was...Is it was a flower petal feels like? He remembers overly descriptive books where women are seen as different delicate things...A flower, a fawn, a butterfly, a nightingale, the Moon, and so many others...And he could finally understand why. "You are safe now." he continued, thinking it would make the girl smile, but instead, even more tears leaked down her face, and she threw her arms around his neck, bringing him closer to her, his body flushed to hers...And he stood there, stiff, shocked at the situation he was in.

What was he supposed to do now? Touch was so foreign to him...But he loved it so much! It was so warm, it made him happy! He wanted the girl to be closer and closer to him. He remembers what she did daily to his doll - What was it called...A cuddle? - Yes, he wanted that. He NEEDED that.

He hated that man touching her - He was hurting her - Only HE can touch her. He deserved to die. He deserved to fuck off. All he has to do is get rid of the body, and the rest can go on as it always has been - Except, instead of Y/N cuddling the doll, she will cuddle him every night, and she will kiss him.

"Thank you, Brahmsy. Thank you. Thank you so much." she continued thanking him over and over again, but he didn't answer. Instead, his hands slowly made their way on her waist, then went to the curvature of her hips, then to her thighs, and without any warning, he lifted her up, indirectly forcing her to glue herself to him even more - Not before hearing her cute squeal of surprise - And he carried her to one of the guest bedrooms, shivering a bit as he felt her warm breath on his bare neck - It excited him, but he didn't understand really what it was - But it was enough to make him bite his lip behind the mask and his grip on her thighs strengthened a bit, under the pretext of making sure she doesn't fall by mistake.

Luckily, he reached the bedroom and closing the door behind, he got in bed, holding her close as she stood in his lap, so close that he could feel her rapid heartbeat slowing down little by little. It was no misunderstanding, she was getting more and more comfortable around him. He was her protector, and he wasn't going to let anyone hurt her ever again. She was his. Nobody else's. Only his.

They stood like that for a while, just holding each other and calming down, before Brahms turned the both of them to the side, and he hugged her tightly to his chest, playing with her hair, not letting her go for the whole night. His embrace was warm, and Y/N felt so safe - As never before, not even in her parents' home. She felt...Good.

The next day, she woke up still in Brahms's arms. She wasn't sure if he woke up or not, but she leaned to plant a soft kiss on the forehead of the mask, as she raked her fingers through his dark, curly hair, but before she knew it, a pair of arms wrapped around her torso, hugging her close to his chest.

"Good morning, Brahms. Did you sleep well?" her sleepy voice was so cute...He wanted to wake like this every day...As an answer, he merely nodded. "I'm happy to hear that. Come on, we have to eat breakfast, then take a shower...And after that, we can do whatever we want. Sounds good?" she asked, getting up and holding his arms, urging him to follow her. "No shower!" ah, the childish voice again, I see... "Then...How about I shower with you? I have some cute rubber duckies, if you want." she tried to appeal to his inner child, which seemed to pique his interest. "...Only if you wash me." he muttered, making the girl chuckle. "Okay, sure, sure. Let's eat something first. I think there's some milk and cereal." she remembered how much she loved to eat that every morning before going to school, when she was little.

She prepared two bowls and they ate in silence, until Brahms muttered that he wants to hear the music she usually puts when eating - And grinning at him, she put on LoFi music once again, which seemed to make the boy happy too.

After that, they went to the bathroom, and while Brahms waited for the tub to get filled, Y/N went to get the clothes in the washing machine, while getting some fresh clothes for the both of them. Apparently, he actually had other clothes, he just didn't want to bother washing or changing...For who knows how long...

As Brahms got in the tub, only briefs on, playing with the duckies, Y/N kneeled by the tub, taking the flower-scented showed gel and the sponge.

"Get in the tub too." Brahms put his arms on the tub edge, leaning his chin on them, looking at her attentively. "We don't have much space in the tub." she explained, but he had none of it. Instead, he rose from underneath the water, picked her up with a weird ease, and got her in the tub, not before splashing her, so her nightgown was soaked so she couldn't protest anymore. "...Fine, you got me. Let me clean you, then." she shook her head with a sigh as she heard him chuckle, gripping her wrists and pulling her to sit on his lap. Did he really like it that much, she wondered. "Can I shave your chest and neck, Brahms?" she asked as she trailed her hands over his chest, shoulders and arms, scrubbing with a sponge, one hand always finding its way on either her hip or her leg. The answer came in the form of a nod, and she reached to the sink to get a shaving blade and very carefully, making sure not to irritate his skin, or cut him by mistake, she cut down the overgrown, stinky, unwashed hair. In the end, his skin was finally clean and soft and smelling like roses and vanilla. "Let me sit behind you, I have to wash your hair." he seemed pretty exited, feeling her legs on either side of him, his head leaning back so her fingers could work miracles - He felt in heaven - He was so spoiled, and he loved every second of it. The shampoo smelled really nicely too, he had to admit. But her fingers massaging his scalp...Ahhh, it was so perfect, he was almost sure he'd fall asleep. "Let me wash you too!" he said, and in a split second, he could feel the girl's body stiffen, her eyes going wide, and her face...It was beginning to turn pink...? Was she...Blushing? "Ah, uhm...Well...Y-You can wash my hair, if you want?" she was stuttering! So cute! So cute, in fact, that he pinched both her cheeks, and they felt like marshmallows. "H-Hey, stop, that hurts." she pouted as he teased her. He loved that. "Yay!" Brahms cheered as he got her back glued to his chest, his hand gingerly tracing her neck, making her lean her head back, just as he did...But why did he like the sight of his hand wrapped around her neck? He didn't want to hurt her...But the visual was getting him feel weird things.

He followed the same routine as she did to him - Massaging her scalp, putting shampoo, rinsing, then this...Conditioner? Oh, it smelled nicely...And this is called...Hair mask? Ah, this is coconut scented! And she is smiling! She has a kitty smile! She looks like a cute little kitty!

After the bath time was over, Y/N wrapped him in a bathrobe, and while he wasn't paying attention, she quickly took off her nightgown and put another bathrobe on tying it tightly, and guiding the man back to their room, so she could use a hair dryer to dry both their hair, before brushing it neatly, so they could dress up...And he insisted she dressed in that cute, flowy, flower-patterned dress

"There, all good. What do you want to do now, Brahmsy? Do you want to go in the garden and see the flowers?" she asked, a bright smile on her face, both her hands holding his, and he could see her eyes were basically glimmering, pleading him to go out with her...But he hated the outside...Hmmm...

He grumbled a bit, but ultimately, he let himself be dragged outside - He hissed a bit, as if he was a vampire getting burnt by the sun, but after a while...He didn't find it that bad...? And the flowers in the garden were so pretty...!

"Hey, Brahms, take off your shoes and socks. Feel the grass. It will make you feel so calm and peaceful...Here, how do you feel?" she asked, intertwining her fingers with his. "It's...It tickles." he muttered, looking down and wiggling his toes to get used to it. "Come sit down with me. Watching the clouds is really relaxing." she said, helping him sit down, then laying on their backs. Instead of staying apart, however, Brahms pulled her close to his chest, her head resting on his shoulder. "...But it's kinda boring..." he muttered, as he started kneading her arm up and down, massaging it from sheer boredom. "Look, Brahmsy, that cloud looks like a bunny, don't you think?" she put her finger up in the air, pointing to one of the clouds passing by. "Ah! You're right! And that one looks like a dragon! And that one looks like a butterfly! Look, Y/N, it's so pretty!" his boredom dissipated quickly and it got replaced by excitement instead - Very wholesome, the girl thought as she looked at the person next to her getting so happy over such simple things.

They stood outside until evening came, and they could watch the beautiful sunset, the sky painted with the most gorgeous shades there are. "Let's get inside, dear, it's getting cold. We don't want to get sick, right?" she smiled at him, only for him to hang his head down, and then he took off his cardigan and put it over her shoulders and pulled the girl between his legs, her back glued to his broad, warm chest and his embrace made her feel so warm and at ease. "Brahmsy...?" she asked softly, tilting her head up, before feeling his chin on top of her head, but she was met with silence. "The stars are pretty. You are pretty. Y/N is the prettiest, brightest star. Y/N is my star. I love my star." his soft voice was heard, almost whispery, and after a few more seconds, she felt the softest, sweetest kiss on her hair, then on her temple and on her cheek, before his chin found its place back on her head. "I love you, Brahms." she said, with teary eyes, intertwining her fingers to his, pulling his arms closer to her and squeezing his hands. "And I've never loved anyone more than I love you."

Needless to say, that comment made the man giddy and happy, for he, too, felt happiest now than he ever did before. When they felt tired, Brahms picked the girl up and got her back to their now shared room, dressed in their sleeping wear and cuddled, yet this time, Y/N was holding him, his head resting on her chest, as she played with his hair, soothing, and humming a lullaby to help him sleep.

It was Brahms's Lullaby.

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write-ur-wrongs · 3 years

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Nature’s Nurturing Ways

Hi y’all! This pandemic has really taken the wind out of my sails these past few weeks (maybe months? Time is completely untraceable right now). This piece is born out of a lovely anon’s request, bolded below. As always, I haven’t proofread this mess, so please forgive the typos! I’ll do my best to correct them post-publishing. I seriously can’t thank you enough for taking the time to send me your ideas, and I promise I’ll get better at writing actual drabbles LOL. I hope you enjoy :)

Hii can you write something abt Geralt being w a plant-based reader where she loves animals and nature? Tysm

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Geralt and Jaskier had been travelling for hours when the beating sun finally wore them down. There hadn’t been a breeze in days and the hot, stale air was starting to suffocate the uncharacteristically quiet bard, who wouldn’t dare compete with the surrounding cicada’s symphony.

“Geralt,” he rasped, “do you hear any running water? Drips or gurgles? I’ll take anything.”

“Jask, it hasn’t rained in days and it’s hotter than the depths of hell,” the Witcher sighed before continuing, “I said no yesterday, the answer is the same today.”

“Euughh!” Jaskier threw his head back in despair before hanging his head in exhaustion. “Geralt, I don’t want to be dramatic -,”

“Ha!” Geralt twisted in his saddle to look back at his friend with a quirked brow.

“- but I will fall off this horse and die of exposure if we don’t find water soon.”

Shaking his head, Geralt knew that despite the bard’s tendency to embellish, the situation was getting dire. They’d traveled this way dozens of times before and had always relied on the steady creek that ran alongside the trail for water. The region wasn’t known for dry spells and while Geralt was sure he could manage either way, his companion on the trail was not so durable.

They wouldn’t arrive at their destination for another three or four hours, at his level of dehydration and with probable heat exhaustion, Jaskier might not have that much time.

With another gruff sigh, Geralt pulled back on Roach’s reins and redirected her off the road and into the forest, turning back to ensure Jaskier’s horse would follow.

Geralt knew that there was a small clearing off the road where the thick leaves from the old trees made a lush, and shaded, canopy. He’d been there before a handful of times. It’s where he shared a tender first kiss, where he’d laid his head on Y/N’s chest before falling asleep feeling the cool, lush, grass cradling his large frame. It’s where he first said I love you.

Shaking his head slightly to pull himself from his memories, he dismounted and grabbed both sets of reins, leading the horses into farther the clearing. Once they’d reached the middle of the small field, Geralt released Roach’s lead and gave her a neck a scratch before leaving her to graze.

“Come on Jaskier,” he said, reaching into the gelding’s saddle bag for some food, “get off your horse and lay down in the grass.”

The bard fell out of his saddle with a thud while Geralt continue to root around the bag, huffing as he kept coming up empty.

“Did you eat the last of the cheese?”

“Mmpft,” Jaskier replied incoherently, face down in the grass.

“Hey –”

“Oi! You kicked me!”

“Where is the food? We had bread, cheese, and meat left over last night. Did you fucking eat it all?”

“No, you oaf,” he said, rolling over onto his back, “we ate the rest of it this morning.”

“Fuck!” Geralt cursed under his breath, pulling his hair up off his neck to cool off. He could barely remember what they’d done earlier that day. The heat had been unbearable all evening, and the rising sun only made it worse.

“Don’t worry about it Geralt! No need to apologize for accusing me so harshly.” Jaskier said, words dripping in sarcasm.

Geralt merely looked down at the bard with disdain and rolled his eyes, refusing to admit the sun might be affecting him too.

“Shut up and take off your shirt –”

“Oh-ho!” he laughed weakly, wiggling his eye brows at the witcher. No matter how beaten and battered the bard may be, he’d never miss an opportunity to tease Geralt.

“No, Gods! Fuck,” Geralt went on, flustered, “the grass will cool you down a hell of a lot faster if you’re in direct contact. And besides, Y/N will kill me if I let you die of exposure.”

“Always so serious, eh Geralt?” Jaskier chided playfully, pulling off his tunic before laying back down onto the grass, “Oh-ho-ho-ohhhh yes… Sweet merciful goddess of all that is good, this feels amazing! Yes, yes, yes!”

While he was sure the bard was still mumbling gratefully, and disgustingly, at the feeling of the cool grass against his skin, Geralt’s mind was elsewhere. Somewhere in this clearing, wild heliotropes had bloomed and the sweet, almondine scent was pulling him into a memory.

“Geralt! Witchers use herbs, mushrooms, and flowers in all kinds of magic,” you said, your hands resting high on your hips, “I find it incredibly hard to believe that in all your years and extensive travels, you’d never learned to forage?”

“All my years, eh?” he’d replied, cat-like eyes gleaming back at you.

“Well of course,” you teased, “I mean, unless you mean to tell me that silver head of hair is a choice born out of vanity?”

“I’m going to make you pay for that later, Y/N.” He laughed, taken aback and a little impressed that you felt so comfortable with his mutations as to mock him playfully.

“Ha! Me and what coin?” you reply with a light laugh, bending over to collect the generous mushrooms growing through the bed of leaves and needles.

Geralt turned his head towards you to hit you with a winning comeback, but found himself lost for words when his eyes failed to meet yours.

You get up slowly, peering over your shoulder to find your witcher’s eyes on your backside. Smirking to yourself and quirking a brow flirtatiously, you toss a handful of dirt and wet leaves his way, hitting the poor soul right in the chest.

“Distracted, Geralt?” you said, tossing your hair over your shoulder as you straightened up.

Geralt swallowed thickly, desperately trying to string together at least a couple words – witty at best, coherent at least – when he heard a twig snap in the surrounding forest.

Quick as a flash, he drew his sword and his attention towards the source of the disturbance, a large boar. Chest already swelling with pride at the thought of providing you with a hearty meal, Geralt prepared his attack on the creature before him.

Seeing that the “threat” in question was nothing but a passing porcine, you dove before him with a shout, dropping the mushrooms on the way. Your scream coupled with your sudden movement startled the beast, and it dove deeper into the brush to escape.

“Geralt, no!”

“Damn it, Y/N,” he swore, “I could’ve had it! We could have had a decent meal! We – we would have been set for days!”

“No, Geralt! We have food, right here in this clearing. We needn’t take lives from the forest to eat.”

“Gods, Y/N,” he sighed, dropping his sword to the ground in frustration, “do I need to remind you of the cycle of life? Creatures live, they die, and they get eaten so others can live –”

“Yes, and by leaving that gentle giant to its ruminations, we’ve allowed it to go on, to feed its young, or hell! By leaving that boar to live, we might have secured a lifeline for a fellow wolf or fox. Geralt look around you; mushrooms, flowers, these thick leaves, those berries? You see that tree there? At its roots there are nuts, and over there? Those flowers? Means there is garlic. The forest will feed us with ease if we simply care to drop our weapons, and look.”

Geralt looked at you and with soft eyes, he took in the way your eyes burned with passion, the way your chest rose and fell with every energized breath. He looked around you and really looked at the plants around him, beyond scanning for any toxic or dangerous herbs, he did his best to see the forest through your bright eyes.

Looking at you he felt his chest swell once more, but this time the feeling was warm, grounding.

“I love you, Y/N,” he said quietly, pulling you into his arms, “so, so much.”

You looked up at him with tears in your eyes. You knew he loved you. You had known for months, but you’d made peace with the fact that he loved you however he could, and that that would have to be enough, even if it meant you wouldn’t hear him say it.

“Oh, my sweet, sweet dove,” you murmured, reaching up to lay a soft kiss on his forehead, “I love you too.”

Geralt was wrenched from his thoughts by a swift kick to his shin, courtesy of the bard.

“Shhht!! Geralt!” Jaskier shout-whispered, still kicking at the witcher’s shins. “A deer! A d- dinner! Food! Geralt!”

Side-stepping out of the bard’s frantic little kicks, Geralt looked around him in a quick movement, spotting the deer with his hand primed above his sword’s hilt.

The world seemed to go quiet and still when his eyes met the doe’s. Despite himself, he could hear your voice in his head telling him that she’s a young, vibrant member of this forest’s population. That at her age, she’s likely a first-time mom or about to be. That she has more life to live and more to give to the land than be a poor man’s meal.

Jaskier watched in hungry-horror as Geralt waved his large hand at the creature, turning his back to it before looking down to meet his shell-shocked gaze.

“What the fuck, Geralt!” he spat, “what happened to “Y/N would kill me if I let Jaskier die”? What the fuck! That was food! Survival!”

“You’ll be fine Jask, shut up and lay in your grass.”

“As long as you don’t make me eat it.” He grumbled, not quietly enough.

A laugh rumbled through him as he walked towards to forest line, spotting thick dandelion leaves, mushrooms, and bushes ripe with nuts. He might not necessarily need to feed Jaskier the grass beneath his feet, but he was going to make him eat his words.

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“There you are my intrepid explorers!” You damn near squealed at the sight of them, dropping your basket of recently-purchased produce as you ran towards them.

At the sight of you, Geralt dismounts and runs to meet you in a tight embrace. You hold each other tightly, breathing in each other’s scent; his cedar, damp earth, and cut grass, and yours sweet almond.

You pull back just enough to look him over quickly and, spotting no fresh injury or new scars, pull your brows together curiously.

“Did you get lost?”

“Not at all,” replied Jaskier, clapping Geralt on the shoulder, “You’d be impressed, madam Y/N! Our dear witcher made quite the feast. Pulled me right out of the greedy jaws of death, he did!”

“Oh?” You said, brows furrowed in a silent question. Knowing what you meant, Geralt shook his head and kissed your temple to reassure you.

“Picture me this, Y/N,” Jaskier mused as he untacked his gelding, “I’m wilting away, inches from Death’s grip, and Geralt sweeps me under a lush canopy of trees and lays me in the grass…”

“Lays him in the grass? Should I be jealous?” you whispered.

“Never my love,” he replied softly, his forehead against yours.

“… then our honorable friend bid the deer a fond farewell, letting him get away! Yes, Y/N, there I lay, starving, thinking the sun must have cooked the sense right out of him when he marches out of sight only to emerge moments later with a bounty!”

“A bounty?” you mock-gasp, egging the bard on to Geralt’s great displeasure.

“Yes! We ate like kings in that forest, Y/N. All we did was eat but I felt hydrated and renewed! Truly a culinary delight.”

“A delight, Geralt!” you giggled, giving his waist a squeeze.

“Gods, won’t he ever shut up?” he grumbled, ghost of a blush creeping up his collar.

“Oh hush, my love,” you cooed, “without Jask’s bragging, I’d have never known what a big softy you’ve become.”

Wordlessly, Geralt looked down at you in mock-contempt, unsure that this wasn’t a veiled insult. He was instantly reassured though, when his eyes met yours.

“You left the deer.”

“I did.”

“And you foraged, found just what you needed.” You spoke softly, admiration and love rounding your features out beautifully.

“That’s right.”

“Now where did you pick up skills like that, my dove?” You chanced another tease, twirling a lock of his white, dust-packed hair around a finger before giving it a light tug, your head cocked to the side.

“Oh, I had an exceptional teacher…” he said, wrapping an arm tightly around your waist and bringing his other hand up to cup your face, pulling into a deep kiss.

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beneathstarryskies · 3 years

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Hello! May I request a oneshot (modern au or everybody lives au pls) where Obito falls in love with reader? With the whole falling out of love w/ rin angst as well pls (I like Obito so much and I am hella jealous of Rin >:( )

Word Count: 1,517

Warnings: Angst, fluff, fem!reader

A/N: I had a lot of fun with this, and I was so tempted to make it smutty but alas I practiced self control.

The village is bathed in orange light as the sun sets over Konoha. Obito sits alone on the rooftop, his eyes trained on the stone-carved face of his former sensei. His memories of being on Team Minato play in his head.

The journey to redemption had been long and difficult. Obito expected to die helping Naruto save the world, coming to fully accept his fate. Things didn’t happen that way, instead, he found himself having to face living. It was a scenario he’d not planned for at all. Kakashi had pulled every string possible to be able to give Obito a second chance.

“It’s what Rin would’ve wanted,” Kakashi had told him.

Rin.

Obito sighs as he tries to focus on his breathing in an attempt to clear his thoughts. His attention is pulled away from the air filling his lungs when he hears your feet hitting the rooftop. He turns to you slowly, his chest blossoms with warmth when his eyes fall on your shy smile.

You’ve been gone for a couple of weeks now on a mission, and Obito felt a tugging in his chest the entire time you were gone. It’d taken him a while to realize it was because he missed you. Truthfully, it was that realization which brought him here. Trying to come to terms with what it all means. Of everyone in Konoha, you were the first to truly accept his presence. You reached out to make friends with him despite his initial insistence on keeping you at arm’s length. Little by little he felt himself warming up to you, eventually coming to crave your presence when you’re away on missions or too busy with your other duties to hang around much.

“I thought I might find you here,” you say quietly. “What’s on your mind Obito?”

“Nothing really,” he shrugs. “Just trying to clear my mind a bit.”

“Hm, me too,” you hum.

Obito smiles weakly, “How did your mission go?”

You shrug, “Boring.”

You lay your head on his shoulder and let out a small sigh. A thought was bursting forth in your brain. The words linger on your tongue, but the way Obito tenses at the closeness you’ve presented causes them to stay trapped there. You bring your head back up to study the stern eyes of the past Hokage staring back at you.

“I missed you,” Obito says finally.

“You stole the words right out of my mouth,” you smile.

Obito feels his cheeks grow warm. He turns his face away from you to hide the pink dusting across his cheeks. Obito is certain by now you’ve noticed how flustered gets around you but is grateful that you don’t feel the need to point it out. There are so many things he’s grateful for where you’re concerned he lost count long ago.

You lean back on your hands, your hair falling behind your shoulders.

“Hey, maybe since I’m gonna be home for a while we should find something fun to do,” you suggest with a bright smile.

His heart pounds in his chest, “Oh yeah?”

“I could use a trip to the hot springs,” you suggest. “Or maybe we could find a carnival or something.”

“You choose,” Obito smiles.

I’d follow you anywhere, he thinks to himself as he looks at your sweet face. He wants to say it but keeps the sentiment to himself.

“I don’t deserve to love again,” Obito says in a hoarse whisper as he stares at Rin’s headstone.

His fingers trace over her name as light as a feather. Tears sting his eyes as he feels so consumed with guilt. He’d been willing to burn the world down for a chance to be with Rin again, but now he finds those feelings fading each day as you make a home in his heart.

Rin is always watching, he keeps telling himself. How would she feel to know he’s fallen in love with someone else? Is she watching it happen while being so helpless to stop it?

He turns these questions over in his mind until he gets the feeling he’s being watched. His hand pulls away from her gravestone to look around the grounds, finally spotting Kakashi leaning against the gate.

“I heard you were visiting the hot springs,” Kakashi says as he begins to walk toward Obito.

“We’re supposed to leave tomorrow.”

“Good,” Kakashi nods. “That’ll be good for you.”

Obito furrows his eyebrows at his friend, “Why?”

“Because you and y/n are close,” Kakashi shrugs. “Maybe this will give you a chance to bond.”

Obito’s chest feels heavy at Kakashi’s words. Was it so obvious? He shoves his hands in his pockets, pulling his eyes away from Kakashi back to Rin’s memorial.

“I think Rin would be very happy for you,” Kakashi’s voice has fallen to a soft whisper.

“Maybe,” Obito sighs.

“She would be,” Kakashi persists. “All Rin ever wanted was for you to be happy, Obito. If this makes you happy, then she would be fully supportive.”

“I don’t deserve this.”

“Love is not about deserving it.”

“What do you know about love?” Obito spits back, not even understanding why Kakashi’s words bothered him so much.

Kakashi just shrugs, as unbothered as ever. Obito groans because he knows Kakashi is right.

“I hope you don’t mind that I booked us just one room,” you say as Obito sets his things down. “It’s all they had on such short notice. Plus side though, we have a private onsen!”

Obito smiles, “It’s fine. We can take turns.”

You giggle, “We don’t have to do that. I trust you not to be a pervert.”

Obito’s cheeks turn bright pink. His heart pounds in his chest. Truthfully he doesn’t know if you should trust him so much. He’d never do anything to hurt you, but he’s not sure if he could stop himself from at least looking at you. Even in your usual loose-fitting clothes, he finds you absolutely gorgeous. Seeing your soft skin would be very difficult to resist.

But also, he’s scared of you seeing him. He’s still a bit insecure about the scars on his face. Your eyes never linger on the scars too much, in fact on more than one occasion you’re pressed a soft kiss to his cheek as though they weren’t even there. He’s worried this may change once you see the way they’re stretched over half his body.

You unpack your things in the room despite wanting to just strip off and jump into the hot water. Obito isn’t as neat as you. His clothes get shoved into the drawer, but he lingers awkwardly in the room once he realizes there’s no other way to get around the main purpose of this trip.

“I’m gonna get in now,” you say quickly. Obito realizes you’ve also been trying to get around it.

“Maybe you should get in first,” he suggests. “So I can’t see anything?”

“Hm, or we can just undress at the same time? That way we just won’t worry about it anymore.”

Obito swallows hard, “Are you sure?”

You laugh despite the blush on your cheeks, “We might as well. I don’t want us to spend the whole trip trying to avoid nudity. We’re at a hot spring after all.”

“I just,” Obito looks down at the floor. “You know these scars aren’t just on my face and neck.”

Your lips tighten into a frown as you step forward. Obito’s eyes slowly trail to your sad face. He’s not sure what he expected, but to feel your arms wrap around him was not it. Your lips brush against his cheek before you look up at him.

“Obito, you fool,” you say as you stare into his eyes. “I don’t care about that at all.”

Tears prick his eyes, and a knot begins forming in his throat. He opens his mouth as it becomes harder to breathe. Your eyes are so filled with adoration it’s overwhelming.

“You don’t?”

“Of course not. I was gonna wait until dinner but I guess I should just say it now,” you take a shaky breath. “Obito, I think you’re gorgeous.”

He bites back the sobs threatening to escape him, “Really?”

You lay your head on his chest to hide your flushed face, “Of course. I just didn’t know how to tell you. I-”

“I love you!” Obito blurts out as his arms tighten around you.

You look up at him with tears filling your eyes, “Obito, I love you too. I was so worried you wouldn’t feel the same way I just-”

He steals your words with a clumsy kiss. His heart feels like it’s going to burst when you eagerly kiss him back. Your hands move to tangle in his hair, and you raise on your tiptoes to deepen the kiss. Obito breathes you in, wanting your affection to wash over him and erase all his insecurity. By the time you pull away, both of you struggle to catch your breaths.

As your hands trace over his cheeks with a small smile, Obito can’t believe his luck.

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albaedhoe · 3 years

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promise

pairing : venti x gn!reader

summary : many people say promises are meant to be broken, but this one? It has been nurtured and cared for for millennia.

contains venti’s story quest spoilers

Unlike Barbatos, who was only a wisp among the thousand winds at the time, you were a young, lesser-known god. For plot sake, let’s say you’re the god of health. Having similar views and wanting to allow humans to have atleast some form of hope, the two of you became fast friends and stuck together within the confinements of old mondstat.

“Please don’t ever leave me.”

“I promise that I will never even think of leaving you, Barbatos. I, Y/n, God of Health, swear my power and life that I will keep this promise until the day I fall from Celestia.”

“W-Wait- you didn’t have to go that far!”

You were there during the events of the rebellion and fought along side those who were trapped under the rule of Decarabian. You were by the side of Barbatos the moment he had become one of the seven, the god of anemo and later changed his name to Venti.

“You took the form of your friend?”

“I...I don’t want to forget what he looks like.”

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there to save him on time, I can tell he meant a lot to you.”

“It’s fine! His sacrifice will never be in vain. Just don’t leave me too, as you promised.”

“As I promised.”

A few hundred years pass and growing tired of responsibilities, it didn’t take long for Venti to garner a need to escape, so he did, but not without taking you with him to the human world. While he took on the role of being a bard who played the lyre for others, you preferred a more stable subtle occupation that actually brings home money, such as being a teacher. This way, you can keep tabs on the younger generations of the people of mondstat without suspicion and to make sure that the city won’t fall into ruin because of the lack of education. After all, if that were to happen, everything the rebellion had fought for would be for nothing.

The grass grows green, leaves wilt off the trees, snow falls from the sky, the flowers start to sprout from the ground. The cycle repeating who knows how many times now. But one thing is for sure, Venti is lost. Mondstat does not need nor has needed of the god of winds for a long time. He comes back late to your shared cottage out in the open plains filled with dewy grass and blooming cecillias. On that night, he asks you a question. “Would... Would you allow me to rest for a few years..?”

Don’t get him wrong, Venti would never think of leaving you purposely. He’s just so tired. Your silence and furrowed eyebrows made his heart sink. He didn’t and couldn’t blame you if you had said no. After all of these millennia, you had kept his promise with undying loyalty and sincerity, and here he is, feeling as though he is selfishly taking advantage of your kindness. You even swore on your life and power!

Hanging his head low in shame, he didn’t notice you walk up to him and wrap his head with your arms, burying his face to one of your shoulders.

“I’m not mad at you, rather, I’m upset to think you see me so highly that you need to ask my permission for something, despite being an Archon.” Lifting his head so you could face him, you cup his cheeks and wipe the tears threatening to spill from his eyes with your thumbs. “I only ask that you allow me to spend these last days with you,” you whisper. “Of course,” he responds.

True to his word, he had spent every waking moment with you. Frolicking in the fields, listening to his singing while you read, braiding his hair, cooking dinner.

“V-Venti! You’re not supposed to add that much sugar!”

“Ehe!”

Until the final day came. The sun was bright and the breeze was gentle. Sat in the middle of a field that stretched out for miles, you were fiddling with a flower crown while venti stares up at your beauty with his head atop your lap. He thought about the years spent with you and treasuring every single memory. He thought about how much he appreciates and loves you. He thought about how much you will miss him, if at all and hopes that you won’t find someone to replace him so soon.

“When I’m gone, don’t go off running to find someone to replace me!”

“Don’t make it sound like you’re dying-”

“Done!” You hold up the finished crown of daffodils and cecillias. Venti chuckles at your antics. Gently placing the flower crown to fit his head, you look proud of your work. Comfortable silence fills the air as the two of you enjoy the atmosphere. Taking your hands to cup his face once again, he leans against your touch. “I will be dreaming of you,” Venti says. Leaning down so that the both of your foreheads were touching, you close your eyes. “I don’t doubt it. I hope you rest well, zephyr.” And with that, Venti dissipates into the breeze, only to be awoken when he is ready. Staring at the clouds above you, you smile gently as the winds made your hair dance and birds fly past your vision. An ache in your chest starts to form, “Oh dear...,” you laugh while your left hand rests above your heart.

The clock struck 12, the latest time Venti had ever been out drinking. He had told you earlier on that day that he had earned quite the tip for his entertainment and since he hadn’t drank in so long, he had asked you if it would be alright to splurge it on Master Diluc’s dandelion wine. Who were you to say no? You’re rather proud of him doing something he enjoyed and being rewarded for it, however, despite being an archon, you couldn’t help but worry that in his delusioned state, he wouldn’t be able to defend himself if he were to bump into the wrong crowd.

Slipping on a thick coat, you discreetly transport to an alleyway near Angel Share. Since it was a Friday night, opening hours are much later than other days of the week so no wonder the lights were still on and playful banter could be heard inside. Opening the door, the shouting only got louder. First thing you saw was the owner of the bar, Diluc, looking quite amazed and curious at something, or rather, someone.

“Good Evening, Master Diluc. Would you happen to know if a certain bard is here?”

“Good Evening. He’s actually right infront of you.”

Confused, you looked down at your feet. And low and behold, Venti was sprawled on the floor, cheeks flushed, hat crooked and he was muttering nonsense, you deadpan. Looking back up at Diluc, you reach to grab mora from your pocket.

“How much did he drink this time?”

“Around 37 glasses.”

You honestly weren’t surprised at this point. As you were about to hand over the money, Diluc stops you. “It’s fine, honestly. Watching you have to drag him back to your home builds enough pity in me to spare him the bill.” Waving goodbye and a quick thank you at the young bachelor, you silently think to yourself, ‘Your descendants have the same heart as you, don’t they, Vanessa?’ Slinging Venti’s arm around your other shoulder, you hoist him to his feet.

“For a guy that took form of a young boy that was practically skin and bones, you sure are heavy.” Teleporting to your shared abode, you shuffle to the bedroom. Forcing him to sit on the bed so you could at least change him into more comfortable clothing. “I kneeewww *hic* you’d come for meee *hic* Y/n!” Venti bellows out, arms wiggling as if to set himself free from your touch.

“I’ll drop you.” You threaten, but your hold on him so that he sits up only tightened more. Loosening his corset and unbuttoning his top, you make him put on a casual tunic. “You looooove me too much!*hic*” Not bothering with the bottom half of him, you tuck Venti underneath the covers. Slipping under the blankets with him, you interlock fingers and have eachother. Although his breath stank with alcohol, you couldn’t really care less.

“Thank you for not leaving me after all of these millennia and despite the things you go through just to be with me...” Venti whispers, eyes closed as sleep nearly takes him. Smiling softly, you joined foreheads with him. “I promised to never leave you, Zephyr, remember?”

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #venti #venti x reader #x reader

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pedrosbisch · 3 years

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My Sun and Stars

Santiago ‘Pope’ García x F!Reader w nickname

Chapter 2- Fight Night Read: Chapter 1 here

Summary: The night after Santi brings you home, you go to Benny’s match. Will there be more than one fight tonight? More sassy reader being done with Santi’s shit 😂 Rated M for Language

AN: Hello! I’m so happy you’ve all enjoyed the last chapter, and I’m so thankful for the support I’ve received so far!

TW: Some non descriptive violence; Angst

You enter into the arena and you automatically think this stinks. You take one step inside; and the pungent odor of dust mixed with sweat and BO assaults your nostrils.

“C’mon down this way, I saved us seats up front near Benny’s corner.” Says Will, as he leads you and Frankie down the crowded aisles.

You take a seat with your snacks and pass them along to down to Frankie and Will as you wait for Benny to come out. You can’t help but notice that despite his promise, Santiago was nowhere to be seen.

“Pope’s running late again I see.” You say half whispered, thinking about your previous night’s encounter wondering if it has anything to do with you. “Maybe he found another nice piece of ass in the parking lot.”

“Hahaha; I don’t think there’s any type of ass he’d be interested in here tonight, Hail.” Will says subtly pointing to a pot bellied man with a braided beard nearly down to his trousers.

“I don’t know Will, he was in Columbia a long time. Maybe his preferences changed.” Frankie jested, and you all broke into laughter.

“You guys better not be talking shit, unless you guys wanna go in the ring next!” Interjects Pope as he saunters up to your group. He hugs both the guys, and squeezes himself into the space between you and Frankie on the bench. “Hey Hail, how you feeling today?”

“Uh, better…Thanks. I barely remember getting home last night. I have vague memories of pulling up to my apartment and you uh…” You could feel your face going red and more than one set of eyes on you. And he's so close; Why did he have to sit next to you?

“Wait- Pope you…? Hail why didn’t you call me I would’ve came and got you. I was worried about you all night.” Will looked back and forth between you, trying to figure out if his suspicions are true.

“I drove her home and walked her up to her apartment. I should’ve told her to call you but she was passed out on the couch before I left. I didn’t want to wake her, that’s all. You think I’d let our girl here fend for herself while she was drunk?” Santi wraps an arm around your back and subtly rubs at a piece of bare skin with his thumb.

What the fuck is happening? Why do I kind of like this...? You almost relaxed into his touch; He's warm, and he still smells so damn good compared to the rest of the crowd around you. You wish you could bury yourself in his chest again, forgetting where you were and who's around you.

“No Santi that’s- Our girl? Since when do you two get along? ”

Your attention snaps back from your fantasy long enough to realize you were leaning into Santi. You straighten your posture and feign a stretch, wiggling back into a position closer to Will.

"Uh well, as much as I hate to admit it he was a gentleman last night and helped me when he really didn’t have to. So I don’t think I should hold that introduction against him.” You look ahead to the ring avoiding their gaze, hoping that they won’t push any further on the subject.

A minute later Benny comes out, and all the attention is centered back on him. 2 brutal rounds later, Benny places a left hook just under the guy's jaw and knocks him out. Cheers erupt from your small group and popcorn flies as you jump up from your seat.

As the crowds die down and start to filter out; Will and Frankie walk to the men’s locker room with Benny, leaving you and Santi alone.

“Glad you’re feeling better today, although I wouldn’t mind you being as nice as you were last night."

“Hey, I have been nice. Did I not tell Will that we’re good now? You don’t have to push your luck.”

“Ohhh, I get it. You just don’t want me calling you our girl, although you did seem to like when I put my arm around you. Don’t think I didn’t see you, how your cheeks got all flushed. But don’t worry, it was adorable.” He brushes his finger gently along the bottom of your chin and your jaw drops.

“You know, I was having a good time til you opened your mouth Pope. I’d appreciate if you pretended last night never happened.”

“Oh now I’m back to Pope again? And what part exactly would you like me to pretend never happened? The part where you said I should ask you out to dinner, or the part where you told me I smell too good to say no?”

Fuck. You didn’t think he would take it to heart, or bring it up considering you were supposed to be friends now. “You’re such an asshole. I was drunk and vulnerable and now you’re throwing it back in my face? I should’ve just taken my chances and walked home last night.”

“Woah, Princesa when did I say I was making fun of you? No, baby not at all. But you should let me take you out to dinner- I even wore that same cologne you like.”

You freeze. Your brain turns a mile a minute as your jaw hangs slack. “Fuck this, you really think I’d go out with you just because you’re wearing some shitty cologne? I liked the guy who took me home last night and dropped his bravado at the bar stool.”

His face drops and any trace of ego is removed from his voice. “C’mon Hail, I was just-“

“You were just nothing Santiago. I don’t go on dates so a guy can fuck me after buying me dinner. I’m not another one of your fucking conquests, so drop it.”

You walk away from Pope with your heart pounding in your ears. How dare he assume so much of you? He doesn’t even know your real name; Or anything about you for that matter.

You make a b-line for the locker rooms, praying they’ve cleared out by now. You say your goodbyes to the boys and congratulate Benny on his win before beginning your walk home.

A few minutes into your walk, you hear loud pounding against the sidewalk. You turn around to see Santiago running and slowing to a stop a few feet behind you.

“Why are you here?” You clench your jaw and do your damndest not to punch him.

“What, I can’t be a gentleman and walk you home?” He closes the distance between you and stands so close you can feel the heat radiating off of his body.

“I’m a big girl, I can walk home on my own. And if you hadn’t noticed, I left to get away from you.”

“I did notice. Who else would I annoy when you’re gone?”

“Literally anybody else Santiago, what do you want?” You take a step back and instantly shiver. The temperature has dropped drastically now that the sun has set and you wrap your arms around yourself in attempt to keep warm.

“I want to take you on a date.” Santi takes off his jacket and extends it out to you. He really is trying, you'd almost feel bad for acting so cold towards him if you weren't so scared of getting played.

“I already said no.”

“No, you said no to dinner. C’mon Hail, why not? I want to get to know you better.”

“Fine— you know what? I’ll make you a deal. If you can tell me what my name is, my REAL name then you can take me on a date.”

You both stand silently for a minute, the only sounds around you can hear is crickets chirping in the tall grass.

“I don’t know your name, you never told me.”

“You never asked. But that’s exactly my point, Santi. You don’t know me well enough to take me on a date. Get to know me as a person first, if you still feel the same way in a few months- I’ll go on a date with you.”

"Fair enough Princesa, but until then-- I'd like to know your real name." Once again, he holds out his jacket toward you pleading with soft chocolate eyes to take it.

You slip into his jacket and bask in the leftover heat from his body. It smells like him, and you can't help but let a smile crack through.

You tell him your real name.

"Beautiful," he brushes his fingers up against the side of your face, "just like you."

You start walking again and he follows, beginning not only your journey home; But something much more.

#santiago pope garcia #tf fanfic #pope x reader #santiago garcia x reader #santiago pope garcia x reader #fanfic #pope x you #santiago garcía x you #oscar isaac fic

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fanmoose12 · 3 years

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modern AU levihan as kids: Kenny babysits Levi, and doesn't let him play with any kids after school bc he thinks all kids are brats, but he approves of Hange so he lets her come over to play with Levi. And Hange always brings dandelions that she picks from the ground for Kenny, Levi, and for Levi to give Kuchel whenever she comes home late from work

"I'm going out," Levi announced, coming downstairs already dressed and with his backpack on.

From his place on a sofa, Kenny put down his beer and raised an eyebrow.

"May I ask where are you going?"

"You may not," Levi retorted, his face dark. Kenny had to admit - for a little boy, his nephew had an impressively fierce glare. Even some adults found the kid to be unnerving. Not Kenny, though.

"Oi, brat, you better tell me where you're going. Or," he smirked. "I'm going to call your mother."

At that, Levi pouted and stomped his feet. He continued to glare at Kenny for a little longer, before surrendering with an irritated 'tsk'.

"I'm going out with Hange," he said with a sulky pout. Of course, it was Hange, Kenny had no doubt that Levi was meeting with the bespectacled kid from across the street. He asked him simply to see that awkward and constipated look on his nephew's face.

"Is your curiosity satisfied? May I go already?"

"You may not," seeing Levi's wide-eyed expression, Kenny felt a deep sense of satisfaction. Teasing the kid was so much fun. "Wait for a bit, until I get my shit. We'll go together."

"What? No!" Levi protested, clutching hands into fists. "I'm going with Hange! Not with you!"

"Your mother asked me to look after you," Kenny reminded, putting on his best ‘stern adult’ expression. "So I'm going to chaperone you and Hange. I'm sure she won't mind."

"I will mind," Levi grunted stubbornly.

Kenny rolled his eyes. "C'mon, Levi, stop with that tantrum. I'll drive you two to the park, get you some ice-cream, let you have some fun."

"While you keep watching us like a creep?"

"While I keep an eye on you two to make sure you won't get into trouble."

Crossing hands on his chest, Levi considered him. "You won't let me go without you, right?"

"Levi!" Kenny slapped him on a back with a loud chuckle. "And here I thought you aren't sharp!"

It earned him another glare from his dear nephew, but then Levi sighed, accepting his defeat.

"Hurry up, old man. Hange is probably waiting for me already."

"I'll be quick as lighting," Kenny winked and dashed to get his keys and wallet.

Once he was dressed and ready to go, Levi opened the front door. Hange was standing on their porch, her arm raised to the doorbell.

"Oh." She gingerly lowered her hand to the side. "Hi, Levi. I was just going to call you."

"Sorry, it took me so long. My uncle decided to go with us and I had to wait for him."

"Mr. Ackerman is going with us?" Hange's eyes widened. "Awesome!"

"See?" Kenny walked out, patting Hange's head with a smile. "I told you Hange wouldn't object."

"Of course, I wouldn't," she smiled. "You're so cool, Mr. Ackerman!"

"That I am," Kenny grinned, looking at Levi's disgruntled expression. "But please, Hange, we've talked about this. You can just call me uncle Kenny. Mr. Ackerman sounds like I'm an old man."

"You are an old man," Levi argued, scowling.

"No respect for his elders," Kenny shook his head, feigning disappointment. "C'mon, kids, let's get into the car."

Once Hange and Levi were seated at the back of his car and once Kenny made sure that they put on their seatbelts - Kuchel would have his head, if they didn't - there was only one thing left.

"So, Hange?" Kenny met her eyes in the rear mirror. "Where do you want to go?"

"Huh?" she bit her lip. "Why don't you ask Levi?"

"You know him,” Kenny said flippantly. “He'll go wherever you want. So. Have you decided?"

"Um," Hange glanced at Levi and leaned closer, whispering something in his ear. Levi gave her a small nod, and Hange smiled broadly, showing her still missing tooth. She turned to Kenny, giving him thumbs up. "We want to go to the park, uncle Kenny!"

"Your wish is my command," he winked, starting the car.

***

"Here you go," Kenny pushed two plates of ice-creams - mint chocolate chip for Hange and lemon for Levi - towards the kids.

Hange accepted hers with a loud and genuine 'thank you' while Levi just grunted something under his breath. Instantly, children dove into their desserts.

Sitting across from them, Kenny sipped on his coffee and watched them eat. It was quite fascinating - how different they were. Levi ate slowly and carefully, wiping his face with napkin whenever ice-cream got on his face. Meanwhile, Hange noshed enthusiastically and messily, her cheeks already stained.

As soon as he saw the state she was in, Levi paused and put the spoon down. With a barely audible sigh, he took the napkin and gripped Hange's chin between his fingers, making her look at him. Then he proceeded to thoroughly wipe her dirty face, cleaning the remnants of the ice-cream from her cheeks and nose.

"You're such a clean freak," Hange muttered when Levi was finished.

"It's not my fault you're such a pig, four-eyes," he shot back, making Hange throw her head and laugh.

Kenny watched their interaction with amused expression, regretting that his sister wasn't too busy with work to witness this.

He had a feeling, however, that she saw a fair share of this back at home.

***

Kenny put the hat lower, shielding his eyes from the blinding sun. It was quite boring, just sitting there, but at least Levi had calmed down a bit. After they arrived at the park, Hange had dragged him out somewhere, claiming that she wanted Levi to see a pretty butterfly she found when she had visited the park with her parents.

Kenny wanted to follow, but one glare from his nephew, and he surrendered, taking refuge at one of the benches.

He let them go, because as much as he enjoyed giving Levi shit, Kenny knew that he was smart. Careful too. He was confident that Levi wouldn't get in any trouble. Besides, the kid deserved to have some fun with his best friend. It was the reason he brought them there in the first place.

He wished the kids would come back sooner, though. The heat and bright sun were making him quite drowsy.

Kenny looked around the park, and when he noticed that there was no sign of his nephew or his friend, he took a deep breath and closed his eyes, letting them rest for a short moment.

***

"Uncle Kenny! Uncle Kenny! Look what I've made!"

"Oi, old man, wake up," Kenny felt a sharp poke into his side and groaned, waving his hand to get rid of the source of pain.

"Wake up." Levi repeated, poking him again. "Hange wants to show you something." That was followed by another pock.

"Stop it," Kenny hissed. "I woke up, woke up! Just stop pocking me!"

He opened his eyes and was greeted with the too familiar scene - his nephew, glaring at him with all the fierceness a six-year old boy could master. Once he took a good look at him, however, Kenny had to rub his eyes, because he could not believe it.

His gloomy and grumpy nephew was standing in front of him, holding a long wooden branch in his right hand. And on his head, he wore a flower crown, made of weeds and poppies. Kenny clasped a palm over his mouth, stifling his laughter. He cursed himself for not taking his phone with him. He should have taken a picture, Kuchel had to see this.

"Uncle Kenny!" Hange's loud voice attracted his attention. Kenny turned away from Levi, facing the other kid. She was wearing the same flower crown as Levi. In her hands she held another one - this one made of dandelions. Smiling from ear to ear, she handed it to Kenny.

"I made it for you!" she exclaimed, and something deep inside Kenny's chest warmed at the sight of her. "Would you like to wear it?"

"You better wear it." Levi threatened quietly, giving him another pock. "Four-eyes put a lot of effort into making it."

Kenny smiled, endeared by Levi's protectiveness.

"Of course, I'll wear it," he said. How could he say no these bright eyes? He took off his hat and lowered his head, letting Hange put a flower crown on top of it.

"Ah!" she clasped her hands. "You look so handsome, uncle Kenny! Just so you know," she leaned in, lowering her voice to a whisper. "This flower crown is special."

"Oi!" Levi interfered, glaring at Hange. Despite his angry face, Kenny couldn't help but notice that Levi didn't pock her with his stick. Someone was clearly showing his favoritism. "You said that mine was special!"

"And yours is special!"

"A-ha," Levi shook his head. "There can't be two specials."

"Of course, there can be!" Hange flailed her arms around. "It's just different kinds of special! Your flower crown is a special best friend's crown, and your uncle has the coolest adult's crown!"

"He's not cool," Levi muttered, but he seemed to accept the explanation all the same.

"What's the stick for, kid?" Kenny asked, pointing at it with his chin.

"Levi was a knight!" Hange answered for him. "He was fighting a fierce dragon and to win this battle, he needed a magical weapon! It was forged by the forest gods!"

"A fight with a dragon?" Kenny whistled. "Were you s princess then, Hange?"

"Nope," she replied with a wide grin.

"She was a dragon," Levi muttered.

"Oh." Kenny should have anticipated something like that. "Did it mean that you lost, Levi?"

Instead of answering, Levi kicked him in the shin.

"We took a recess," Hange said, pushing the glasses up her nose. "The dragon was getting kinda tired."

"Right," Kenny looked up at the sky, the sun was already setting. "Let's go home then. Your mother is probably back from work by now."

"I have flowers for Mrs. Ackerman too!" Hange opened her backpack, showing a small bouquet of field flowers to Kenny. "You'll give them to her, right, uncle Kenny?"

"Why don't you give them yourself, Hange?" he offered. "You can join us for a dinner, I'm sure Kuchel won't mind."

"My mom's making pasta this evening," Levi added, looking a bit shy. "And if you want, we can watch cartoons after that. Have a sleepover."

"I would love that, Levi!" Hange pulled him into a hug. Levi made a face, but- didn't protest.

"Thanks for joining us today, uncle Kenny!" Hange told him after she let go of Levi. "It was the best day ever!"

"You're always welcome, my dear," Kenny's lips curled into a rare, sincere smile.

"Let's get back to the car," he said, standing up.

"The first one to they car chooses the cartoon!" Hange shouted and sprinted off. Levi rushed after her, but Kenny couldn't help but notice - his nephew was purposefully running slower than usual.

Soon Hange reached the car and started jump around in victory, while Levi made a show of looking defeated.

Kenny chuckled, watching them. It was good to know that his nephew had a friend like that, the one who made him so happy. It made Kenny happy too.

#felt kinda inspired by that ask so here you go :)#levihan

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