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i-woke-up-at-4am-for-this · 7 months

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Otter Neuvillette

Neuvillette x GN!Reader

Summary: There is one secret about Neuvillette that no one in Teyvat knows: he has the remarkable ability to shape-shift into a cute sea otter. This unique ability is a reflection of his deep connection to water and his desire for moments of solitude and peace.

One fateful day, as you collect data on plant species along the coast, you come across a disturbing scene. A lone sea otter, under attack by Fontemer Aberrant Crabs, struggles for its life.

A/N: This is my first time writing ^^

On an idyllic day in the tranquil Beryl Region, you were leisurely gathering data on the local plant species. The gentle rhythm of your exploration led you to the shoreline, where an unsettling sight unfolded before you. A lone sea otter, besieged by a group of menacing Fontemer Aberrant Crabs, fought desperately for its life. Without a second thought, you sprang into action, unaware that this seemingly ordinary otter concealed an extraordinary identity—the very Chief Justice of Fontaine, Monsieur Neuvillette himself.

Approaching the scene, you raised your voice to divert the crabs' attention away from the distressed otter. "Hey!" you shouted, flinging rocks towards the aggressors to protect the otter. As the crabs retreated into the ocean, you cautiously approached the otter, who had huddled into a protective ball, concealing its face with its paws. "Hey there, little buddy," you whispered soothingly, crouching down to its level and tenderly caressing its head. With gentle strokes, you comforted the otter, who responded with a soft chirp, its eyes filled with gratitude.

Concerned for the otter's well-being, you inquired, though fully aware that animals couldn't comprehend human language, "Where's your family, buddy?" However, your attention was soon drawn to the otter's wounded arm, a clear reminder of the recent struggle. "Oh, you poor thing," you sympathized, "Let me tend to your injuries before you swim back home." Scooping the otter gently into your arms, you made your way back to your nearby campsite, your heart touched by the vulnerable creature in your care.

Settling the otter on a soft blanket at your campsite, you meticulously cleansed its wounds with a clean cloth, offering solace and relief from its pain. The otter seemed to find comfort in your presence, nuzzling its body and face against your hands as you tenderly attended to its injuries.

"Are you hungry, little one?" you inquired, rummaging through your supplies and offering a raw fish. To your surprise, the otter seemed uninterested in the fish but eagerly eyed a plate of sandwiches you had prepared for dinner. "You prefer a tuna sandwich, perhaps?"

The otter's eyes widened with anticipation upon spotting the tuna sandwich, and it chirped with enthusiasm, extending a paw toward the plate, as if imploring you to share. With a warm smile, you obliged, offering the otter the prized sandwich, which it eagerly devoured. It was evident that this was a particular culinary delight for the otter.

Even after savoring its meal to satisfaction, the otter continued to nuzzle and seek your companionship, its eyes conveying a heartfelt desire to remain by your side. As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a soothing glow across the landscape, you contemplated the otter's silent plea, tempted to let it spend the night alongside you.

"Hmm... You still need time to heal," you mused, gently petting the otter, your fingers tracing its unique features, "Maybe you can sleep with me. It's dangerous for you to be out alone at night." While your heart longed to keep this adorable creature with you, your conscience reminded you of the importance of wildlife preservation. "Animals belong in the wild, and I think I could get into trouble if I keep one for myself," you sighed, resigned to your role as a temporary protector, "Oh well, I'm going to cuddle with you to my heart's content tonight, my little baby!" With that, you bestowed a gentle kiss upon the otter's fluffy cheek.

The otter responded with an affectionate nuzzle, its whiskers fluttering with delight. As the sun dipped below the horizon, you and the otter nestled against each other, lulled by the soothing sounds of the ocean.

Morning arrived, and you woke up feeling a weight on your chest. Groggily, your hand began to explore the unexpected presence, and you muttered, "Baby, you feel so heavy." Your eyes snapped open as your fingers encountered smooth, silky hair, not fur. To your astonishment, you discovered the Chief Justice, Monsieur Neuvillette, lying on your chest.

Gasping in disbelief, you opened your eyes to behold the Chief Justice, his supple body nestled within your embrace. His expression mirrored your shock, a deep shade of crimson flushing across his face. "Er... it's.... It's not what it looks like," he stammered, his gaze shifting away in embarrassment. He struggled to find words to explain the unexpected situation, his composure faltering. "I... um... I..."

Your cheeks burned with a mixture of confusion and embarrassment. "Monsieur Neuvillette? Why are you here?" you inquired, staring at the Chief Justice, utterly perplexed. He still appeared flustered, and you urged him to collect his thoughts.

Recalling that you had tended to an injured otter, not the Chief Justice, and not recalling any alcoholic consumption, a wild idea crossed your mind. "I know it sounds crazy, but... were you the otter I saved yesterday?"

The Chief Justice furrowed his brows, his face reddening. "Ah... you remember?" he admitted with a quiet sigh. "Yes, I was indeed the otter you saved yesterday." He confessed, his embarrassment palpable. "It was an accident. I thought I'd just transform briefly to calm myself down, not expecting you to actually..." He stuttered awkwardly.

It was a revelation beyond your wildest imagination—the typically stoic Chief Justice harboring such an adorable and unexpected secret. You couldn't help but chuckle softly to yourself. "It's fine; I only did what was right," you assured him. However, the proximity of his body atop yours was causing a different kind of fluster. "Um... Monsieur Neuvillette, do you need something to cover yourself?" You averted your gaze, your cheeks now sporting a deep blush, and it was then that you both realized the rather compromising position you were in.

With a light chuckle, Neuvillette acknowledged his state of undress, his own cheeks flushed. "Er... ah... y-yes, please," he replied, turning away to search for a cloth to preserve his modesty. Once found, he hastily draped it over himself, providing a semblance of cover. He let out a sigh of relief, rubbing the back of his neck, his nervousness still evident. "Ahem... th-thank you."

It became apparent that Monsieur Neuvillette had no immediate intention of returning to the Court of Fontaine. "You're welcome to stay here a bit longer until your injuries heal," you offered, extending a welcoming smile.

Neuvillette's expression softened, a small smile gracing his lips. "If it's alright with you… I'd like to stay a while longer to finish recovering, that is" he admitted, his tone still somewhat awkward. The allure of your tranquil campsite seemed to be drawing him in, despite his official duties.

You patted the makeshift bed, inviting him to join you, and Neuvillette accepted the gesture, his body sinking into the mattress. He smiled, letting out another sigh of relaxation as he gazed up at the sky. "It's remarkably peaceful here," Neuvillette remarked. "Much better than my office at the Court of Fontaine." He sighed deeply, a sense of calm enveloping him. Your proximity offered a sense of peace that contrasted starkly with his usual courtroom environment.

As you scooted closer to him and wrapped your arms around him, Neuvillette's heart raced with a strange mix of emotions. He felt both comforted and unsettled, unable to fully comprehend the feelings that had arisen within him. His eyes met the serene horizon, and he sighed, trying to make sense of it all.

"It's hard to believe that even in your non-otter form, you're still quite adorable, Monsieur Neuvillette," you whispered, closing your eyes and drifting back to sleep.

Neuvillette blushed once more, his heart pounding in his chest as he lay beside you. The warmth of your embrace filled him with both comfort and a newfound sense of vulnerability. He allowed himself to enjoy the moment, not fully comprehending the depth of his feelings. As he closed his eyes and drifted into slumber once more, he couldn't help but wonder what the future held for this unexpected connection.

#neuvillette x reader #neuvillette #genshin impact #neuvillette fluff #my writing #i havent post anything in here in years so don't be surprised with my old fandom #neuvillette x you #genshin

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boundinparchment · 8 months

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Sand and Shells

In which you receive a gift from a friend, who may be more than he seems.

Pure Neuvillette fluff. Dedicated to @surveyycorps because otters are adorable.

Sometimes, you came to this beach outside the city to think. Not always the same time and not always the same day of the week, but nonetheless, it was a ritual. Rain or shine, this was your spot.

You removed your shoes, settled onto the sand, and stuck your feet in the water. Like always. Work was particularly difficult right now; you needed solutions to problems, not short-term fixes, and it was impossible to think at your desk. Especially when the tension and frustration was so thick, you would need a claymore to cut through it. Your supervisor answered to the Chief Justice and you had a feeling that perhaps certain things were being hidden to save face.

As if that would spare a dismissal or a lawsuit.

The Court didn’t take anything lightly, especially clerical errors from poor management.

Resting your cheek on your knee, you stared off into the distance, watching the sun on the ripples of water. It was quiet out this way. The occasional otter, a school of fish, or some crabs but otherwise, you were entirely unbothered.

That was, until you made eye contact with an otter nearby. It tilted its head, watching you. In its paws, a pink shell. Probably lunch.

You gave a small smile and waved. Otters were always fun to watch, especially in their true element underwater, where they glided and flipped and soared. To your surprise, the otter tilted its head in the other direction and gave a distinct chirp before it darted off.

Guess these guys aren’t too used to human company, you thought.

You shifted, clearing your head further and running your fingers through the sand. So lost in thought, you didn’t hear the putter patter of paws on sand nor the chirp; you jumped when you saw the flash of blue and white as a shell was laid at your feet. The otter squeaked but remained close by, watching you on hind legs.

It wasn’t scared after all…

In fact, its eyes were different too. Not inky black at all but silver and purple…more like a melusine…

“Is this for me?” you asked, picking up the shell. “Thank you. I ate already though. You should have it.”

The otter shook its head. When you didn’t open it, it took out a rock from a fur pocket and brought it over.

“If you insist…”

Prying open the shell, you didn’t see the typical meat at all, but rather a pearl, black as night. Pearls themselves were rare out here, let alone those of different color. You plucked it out carefully and marveled at its iridescence.

You smiled and looked back at the otter. Clearly it wanted approval. It understand human speech, to some extent. How odd.

“Thank you. It’s very pretty. I’ll keep it safe. Take your rock back, you need that.”

Offering the stone in the flat of your hand, the otter took it and tucked it back into its pocket. With a chirp and a squeak, it walked away back towards the water; it looked back once and waved before departing back smoothly into the lake.

What an odd little fellow.

You held up the pearl again. There was a jeweler on the way back to your office. Rings would get in the way…a necklace, then. Why let such a beautiful pearl go to waste?

Weeks later, upon a surprise inspection, your supervisor was fired. Chief Justice Neuvillette would, to the best of his schedule, oversee the transition. He spent time getting to know names and faces, and when he came to you, your heart stopped.

His eyes were always so captivating but…surely…

“Black pearls are quite rare. The jeweler did a lovely job…they’re difficult to work with.”

You swallowed and pressed your fingers to the pearl, cold against your skin.

“It‘s from a friend. I doubt I’ll ever meet them again, so I wear it to remember them.”

“Ah. Then they’re quite lucky to have someone as thoughtful as you.”

You would remember that smile, soft and genuine, for days to come.

#neuvillette #gender neutral reader #neuvilette x reader #neuvillette x gn reader #yes yes hydro dragon allegations but also: otter

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yuesgirlfriend · 8 months

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of birds and honey

(simon "ghost" riley x reader) medieval AU

part 1/part 2

Mass in the early morning is, like most things in this mortal life, something to be silently suffered, on your knees with your hands clasped.

The chapel is chilly in the hour where the sun has barely peeked over the horizon. As the priest drones on quietly in Latin, she clasps her rosary and attempts to focus on his words. Incense hangs heavy in the air, cloy and sweet smelling. The birds chirping outside are louder than the priest. You should exercise more caution, when listening from rafters and castle walls like a little bird.

She does not glance to her left where the hungover knights sit, irreverently chatting amongst themselves, crowded together on the pew. And she does not feel the skull-faced (Ghost, she had heard the Scotsman call him) ones dark eyes follow her when she steps up to receive a blessing. Instead, she focuses on the gilded, shiny cross resting on the wall above the priests head. Strange that the only display of finery in the modest chapel would be what killed the Christ, rubies dripping off it like his blood.

Delight thyself also in the Lord; And he shall give thee the desires of thine heart, the priest mutters, making the sign of the cross above her head. What are the desires of her heart, she wonders. Are they as they should be?

Sundays are slow days, in her fathers castle. Those who labor in the fields put away their plows, servants do as little as they can get away with, and her father spends the day hunting and resting. With her maids and father distracted and relaxed, she’ll slip away to walk the grounds, down to the edge of the wood to practice balancing on fallen logs. If she is stopped and inquired after, she claims it is to meditate on the message of mass.

On the Lords day, she does not feel like a fine lady, or a forgotten child- she can walk by the edge of the river and climb trees until the sun sets and the restlessness in her heart is sated.

Today something urges her to strip down to her linen smock and climb down slippery tree roots into the river below. The water is ice cold, numbing her toes until she can scarcely feel the mossy stones they glide over. Involuntary shivers wrack her body.

She sinks lower and lower until the water reaches her shoulders, then her ears, then over her head. Scrubbing a hand over her scalp, she relishes the way her hair floats in the water around her face, like long grass in the wind. She holds her breath until she feels ready to burst before she resurfaces.

When she does, a skull with dark eyes is there to greet her.

She gasps and kicks back in the water on instinct before recognizing him. Annoyance and something bashful takes fears place.

“I nearly mistook you for a river otter, lady.” Even in the privacy of the wood, he wears a cloth mask with an embroidered skull emblem and a hooded cloak, revealing nothing but his coal-dark eyes. In his hand is a bow, and on his broad shoulder a quiver. He must have been hunting.

“Then I pray you do not shoot me for my skin, sir.”

He kneels down as if to get closer to where she wades in the water. A chill goes up her back. It must be the cold.

“I’d never slay a naiad, lady. Wretched luck would befall me.” How can a voice, so harsh when ordering his men, suddenly sound as mellifluous as the river she swims in? How can a ghost look so very corporeal and present before her?

She only responds by tilting her head, wondering where he learned of Greek, pagan spirits.

He clears his throat, standing straight. “Your maids were askin’ after thee, before I left.” He readjusts his cloak. “Get out before you freeze, and I will escort you back to the castle.”

Defeated, she sighs and turns, climbing up the slick roots on the riverside where her discarded garments wait. So much for an afternoon of peace.

She is squeezing river water from her shift when she realizes the immodesty of the situation- white, soaking wet linen does little to hide the curves of her body or her nipples, pebbled from the cold.

Peeking under her damp hair, she expects to see him shielding his eyes or cowering away at her lack of modesty. Instead he is leaning against a weathered tree, toying with an arrow, appearing bored even as his eyes track her every move. Every bit a hunter.

She should be aghast. She should scamper behind a tree or imperiously demand he turn his back to her.

She ignores the things she should do, and instead bends at the waist to wring water from her skirt, tilts her head back to comb through her long hair with her fingers. Layer after layer of the dry, simple clothes she wears on these excursions are on next- her kirtle, her belt and pocket, her surcoat and woolen cloak. Last are her stockings and leather shoes .

She rests on a tree stump and struggles to fit them over her wet skin, the wool catching. All the while the knight stands and watches her, even when she hikes her skirts up to her knees. To better access her shoes, she tells herself.

He carefully steps on the river stones and reaches the other side without so much as a drop of water staining him, until he is looming over where she ties her laces, eyes trained on her ankles.

She starts her way back to the castle, ignoring the hulking shadow of a man behind her, plaiting her hair as she walks. Humming, crunching leaves beneath her feet, trying to enjoy her few moments of freedom before the week begins anew. Trying her best to not think of the way the Ghosts eyes felt on her, as tangible and real as the water droplets slipping down her back.

#simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon ghost x reader #cod mw2 #ghost cod #ghost mw2 #cod mw ghost #cod mwii x reader #simon riley x reader angst #part 2 coming soon #call of duty #simon ghost riley x you #simon ghost riley headcanons

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bwoahtastic · 14 days

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Val waking up in the middle night once and Wanda a bedtime story and grabs his favorite book, binkie, and blanket and toddles where he hears shushed voices and stops seeing Nico and Kevin and chirps. Kevin jumps so far back as Nico tries to fix his glasses and Val appeas before them holding his book. "Read?" He asks with his big ass eyes and chubby cheeks

Plss! Val waking up and maybe he had a nightmare or just isn't comfy and he wants a bedtime story! Val grabbing his book, binky and his cuddle blankie and toddling out to see who is awake. He hears whispers so goes to kev's room, chirping as he enters and being a little confused as kev and nico stumble away from each other. Nico straightens his glasses with flushed cheeks and Kev is a little frownie until he spots the little otter, and then softly invites him closer!

It doesn't take much reading at all (Nico reads; Kev is so soft) before Val is conked out in Kev's arms gently holding one of the floppy ears.

Seb coming in cos he couldn't find Val and being soft seeing the three snuggled together. Kev is a little bashful cos he had nico sneak in again but Seb just smiles and gently kisses his forehead, and then nico's too, before asking if he should bring Val bsck to bed!

#asks #oh deer orphanage

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bonny-kookoo · 1 year

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Jungkook: Clingy 🔞 [Part 6]

In which Jungkook learns more about you and, in return, opens up to you as well.

Tags/Warnings: Hybrid AU, Wolf hybrid!Jungkook, Otter hybrid!Reader, Angst, strangers to ???

Additional Chapter Warnings: He's so in love it's disgusting, soft hours, it's cute only little angst this time

-> Masterlist

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A crash wakes him up, nestled into blankets that smell so distinctively of you that it makes him dizzy for a moment before he realizes where he actually is. And once he hears a painful hiss from you, he's instantly on his feet.

"Ow.. I'm sorry, I woke you up, didn't I?" You sheepishly say, sitting on the kitchen floor. He sighs, leaning down towards you to check for any injuries, but you wave him off, smiling. "I'm fine, just clumsy. This happens constantly!" You laugh, but the wolf hybrid doesn't see the joke in it.

"What were you even trying to do?" He asks, before yawning, slowly waking up properly now that the adrenaline leaves again.

"Reach the flour. It's in that big box there." You point to one of multiple colorful storage containers on top of your kitchen's hanging cupboards. "But I slipped on the counter when I was standing on it.."

"Why didn't you wake me?" He sighs. "I would've gotten it for you. You could've seriously hurt yourself." He scolds, brows all scrunched up and face serious. What if you had hit your head or anything even worse? And you just casually saying all of this as if it's a natural occurrence doesn't really help him at all. Now he feels even more protective of you.

"You were asleep, and I didn't wanna wake you." You just shrug, slowly standing up with his help. "Do you always sleep so long?" You laugh, opening the fridge to get some juice out to drink for you.

"No." He answers, scratching the back of his head in thought. "I usually wake up early to work out. What time is it?" He wonders.

"10!" You chirp, glass of juice in hands while your time bear-like ears wiggle on your head.

He doesn't understand. He usually does his workout, eats breakfast, and then starts his day. He never sleeps this long in the first place, he's not lazy- so why does he want to get you back into bed and underneath the warm covers so fucking badly?

It's not even sexual in nature. He already caught himself getting almost angry at the fact that you held onto a stuffed animal at some point during the night instead of him. He got jealous of an inanimate object. What the hell was going on with him?

"Do you have work today?" You wonder, and a bitter taste flows into his heart, it seems. He shakes his head. He doesn't have work, but he will have to go back to his job soon after his break. How will he be able to keep you while also keeping his job? Why does the mere thought of doing what he did for years at this point disgust him now?

He knows it's because it's not you. He knows, deep down, it's because there's emotions involved that he's unable to control nor turn off. It's worse because it's clear that you're also interested in him, despite all of this.

He doesn't want this anymore, he realizes. He doesn't want to go back to how things have been. He doesn't want what's become his routine. He doesn't want to leave you and this chance of change behind, no matter how intimidating it is.

Wordlessly, he walks towards you to carefully place down the empty glass from your hands onto the kitchen table behind you. His face is unreadable as he slowly pulls you into an embrace that's not just a quiet request for comfort. It's not just him holding you, and it's not just a hug.

It's a decision. It's a new start.

#bts imagine #bts fanfic #bts fic #jungkook imagine #hybrid imagine #hybrid au #hybrid jungkook #jungkook hybrid au

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sweetyluvs · 9 months

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25 with ellie who wears pink cuz ist readers fav color??

𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐬

MODERN! ellie williams x fem! reader

tags - just fluff<33

the bright pink color of the matching shirts in the display of Forever 21 caught your attention within milliseconds.

two bright, baby pink shirts with laced flower marks sewn in with hot pink string with the words “i’m hers” with an arrow pointing to each shirt had you foaming at the mouth.

Your feet carried you into the store faster than you’ve ever done anything, your heals announcing your entrance to the employee at the entrance. Her head turned towards you, a grin forming on her lips. “Hello, Ma’am. can I help you?”

“Yes! can i please purchase those two pink shirts on display?” you chirped, smiling back at her— happiness striding through you upon seeing her nod. “of course, what two sizes?”

“one medium in woman’s and one small, please”. the employee ran off to the back and you were left grinning ear to ear thinking about seeing ellie in such a cute shirt— her freckles being brought out perfectly, the embarrassed blush you knew she was going to have would be perfect with the shades of the top. You fiddled with your bracelet, that ellie had made you, while you wait for the employee to come out from the back.

when she did, you were sure she could feel your happiness because her polite employee grin seemed to turn genuine. “Thank you so much! i hope you have a wonderful day!!” you thanked her profusely, excitement running through your veins as you waved bye and rushed out of the store— deciding to take a detour from your shopping time to go home early and surprise your girlfriend.

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

Ellie’s soul practically left her body upon hearing the front door of your shared apartment slam open with such force. The otter pop in her mouth falling from between her lips and to her stomach, leaking through her white wife beater tank top and freezing her.

“what the— ouch! fuck.” she reacted quickly to the sudden cold by flicking the popsicle off her, standing up, she went to see who was at the door— (and she left the otter pop on the floor.)

She slowly approached, light shuffling could be heard, but no signs of life. ellie rose a brow.

“Babe? is that you?” she asked skeptically, popping her head around the walls corner to see who was making all the ruckus.

to her surprise, and her relief, it was you. You were home two hours earlier than you usually are. Ellie sigh a breath of relief, putting a hand to her chest, leaning against the wall.

“you’re home early. someone die?” she teased, dropping her hands to her side. You turned to her, a giant smile taking over your whole face.

Ellie knew she should be happy to see it— but deep down, she was scared. scared of what you’ve brought home this time.

She gulped, pushing herself off the wall and walking towards you. “i know that smile.. bring home another cat?” she bit out, watching as you only smirked at her. “oh, ellie. not this time. i found something better.”

“better than a cat? wow.”

“Turn around.” she rose a brow, lips creasing.

“do i have to—”

“turn around, ellie.” you interrupted, putting a hand up to cover your smile. She did as told, spinning on her heal but keeping her green eyes wide open.

The bags on the table she didn’t get the chance to fully look at began to shuffle. She could hear your new things being taken out and placed on the table.

You shifted, seemingly putting something on before letting out a squeak of excitement that had ellie in fear.

“Okay, els, turn back.”

Ellie inhaled, exhaling as she turned towards you. There you were— your cute smile on your lips, but the most god awful hideous shirt on you ellie had ever seen. The worst part? you held up an identical one.

Ellie’s throat went dry, all sign of life leaving her body the moment her face went pale.

“try it on. I got your size.” you beamed, eyes scanning her before blowing wide. “you stained that top? we just got it.. this is actually perfect. Now you have a replacement.” You tossed the shirt onto her chest, leaning on your hip waiting for her to put it on.

The grin on your face was the only thing keeping the auburn haired girl from running away like she had all the previous times.

Ellie groaned lightly, a huff of air escaping her. curse your adorable smile.

She unfolded the shirt, her biceps showing their muscle as she went to put it on. she was slightly disappointed to say it fit perfectly— ellie was going to protest wearing it, but than she saw the look on your face. You were euphoric.

You hadn’t looked this happy since.. well, the cat. and a few other times…

“oh my gosh, it’s perfect!! now we can wear them together.” you hugged her, smiling so widely she could feel it from where your face was buried in her chest. Ellie felt her cheeks heat up from embarrassment, hugging you back quickly before you pulled back, admiring your work. and the blush on her cheeks you knew would come.

“do you like it?” you asked, eyes gleaming brightly, lips puffed out, smiling wildly up at ellie. Said girls heart stopped, and shattered for a moment upon the look that might cross your face upon hearing her truthful answer— so she.. improvised.

“Yeah, totally, love it. looks great. good choice, babe.” she complimented, bending down to kiss your cheek. You began to talk about how you found it, why you thought of her etc.

You’re lucky ellie loves you so much, because she would have never worn this pink shit for anyone else.

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littlehypnone · 11 days

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Imagine baby otter rainy being cared for by zeph and them chirping at each other like in https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTLhL3Bad/

(I have no clue how to link things)

yeah no that link doesn't work hgsdjfgdsf here

It’s not often that Rain regresses very little or to his otter form. Usually he goes down just a bit and most of the time he’s rather peaceful in this space. Sometimes, though, he’ll end up as a teeny tiny baby otter clinging to other ghoul’s fingers and squeaking loudly for cuddles.

When this happened it was often Zephyr being the one caring for the little guy. They loved it and Rain did too, not only because of their rather close relationship, but also because Zephyr was an air ghoul.

Different kinds of ghouls have specific characteristics and abilities and air ghouls’ is being able to make and copy a lot of different noises. Not unlike parrots.

That’s why when Rain is an otter and is squeaking away, for whatever reason, Zephyr makes similar sounds and the two of them have their little conversations. The air ghoul, of course, doesn’t really understand what Rain’s trying to communicate just from the chirps, but he usually seems content enough to just hear those squeaks not only from himself but from someone else. It’s probably a baby otter instinct—needing its mother.

Zephyr and Rain—while big—had a laugh about it once or twice.

Mountain leaves with a smile and Zephyr kicks up a gentle purr, walking back to their bed. They let Rain sleep for as long as he needs to while they’re melting over the sheer cuteness of him in this form. It’s particularly adorable when his little nose twitches and they chirp sleepily, wiggling a bit in Zephyr’s arms. Or rather one arm because it's more than enough to hold him up like this.

This time Rain drops when he’s with Mountain and while the earth ghoul also loves taking care of the little guy, he carries him to Zephyr because he has work that isn’t very little otter safe. Rain doesn’t seem to mind—sleeping peacefully, cradled in Mountain’s big hand. One hand, because he's tiny enough to fit right in his palm. He stirs a little when the air ghoul grabs him, but they immediately bring him to their chest and so Rain nuzzles in close and continues his nap.

At some point Rain wakes up, squeaking some more, blinking blearily and wiggling to get a look on where it is he’s ended up. Zephyr chirps, too, then, letting Rain know it’s them holding him.

He perks up at that, tilting his head and putting his little face in the air ghoul’s own, onto their chin. He squeaks again—as if in question—and when Zephyr reciprocates Rain nearly jumps in his happiness. The other laughs and chirps and lets the little guy stomp over their chest and stomach a little bit. It’s not like it’s any meaningful weight.

Rain’s really tiny, though, so he gets tired again quite quickly and flops back down on Zephyr’s chest, nuzzling up to their neck. They grab a special little blanket and a plushie they have for him when he’s like this and give it to him.

The little otter squeaks happily, grabs the plushie—a tiny little rabbit—with his paws and curls around it. Zephyr then puts the blankie over him, puts their hand on it and chirps in a way they had already learned is reassuring and comforting to the little guy.

“Sleep, little otter,” Zephyr whispers between the squeaks.

#hypno writes #little ghouls #age regression #pet regression #little rain #otter rain #cg zephyr

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mshroom1e · 1 year

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A Ride For Two | Floyd x GN! Reader

I'm back after a long short writer's block. yayyy.

type: fanfic

Summary: Floyd steals borrows Kalim's magic carpet to take you out on a little nighttime escapade.

2.1k words

tag(s): friends to lovers, confession, painfully sweet fluff

Warning(s): none

Nightime was for sleeping. Wasn't it? That's what you thought, too. After a long day of chasing around your trio of best friends and keeping them out of any accidental trouble, you were nackered.

All was calm and silent. Grim was asleep at the foot of your bed, and your ghost roommates seemed to also retire for the day. You were comfortable in your nightwear, getting ready to pass out like a log for the next few - hopefully eight - hours.

Tap.

Ramshacke dorm sure was old. Random sounds of the inferstructute shifting on itself and other things creaking and tapping was like background music at this point. Barely different to the the way one thought of the sounds of birds chirping and leaves rustling upon contact with the wind.

Tap.

It was the sound again. This time, it was like the sound that happens when tapping on glass.

Glass.

You slowly got up from your bed. The wooden frame creaking as your body mass shifted across the mattress. Carefully, your feet landed on the floor with a quiet pat, hoping to keep your feline companion from stirring in his sleep.

A shadow loomed outside your window. A lanky one. Estimated to be around six feet and three inches tall. You squinted your eyes in confusion. Breathing in weird chemicals during alchemy class was really starting to get to you. The tapping continued as there was movement from the shadow on the other side of the clear barrier.

You quickly drew your curtains to the side and was met with the face of your favourite mer.

Floyd was at your window, sporting his mischievous grin and squinted eyes. Your eyes widened, and you shreaked, "Floyd?!"

His smile grew, and he said something in response, though you couldn't hear him due to the glass.

"Huh?"

He gestured for you to open the window, and you complied. As soon as you did, a mighty gust of wind rushed past, and the curtains fluttered, whipping around your body along with your clothes. You stared at Floyd with a starstruck expression, eyes wide and highlighted by the shine from the moon and stars with your mouth slightly agape.

"Floyd?" You breathed with confusion.

"C'mon, Shrimpy, let's go for a ride!" He held out his hand for you to hold onto and leaned in.

"What are you doing?!" You shrieked, "How are you flyiNg?!"

Floyd laughed at your panick and the way your voice broke at the end of your sentence.

He wordlessly leaned over to pick you up from under your arms like a toddler. You hovered in the air for a second before you were effortlessly hoisted up and onto whatever Floyd was floating on.

You blinked once. Then twice.

"Let's hang out," Floyd sang with his face inches away from yours.

"Wait, this carpet..."

"Yeah?"

"Is this Kalim's?!" Your voice cracked again, "How did you even-"

He simply laughed and watched your face change to an expression of panick, panick, and more panick with a hint of terror.

You stared him with your mouth hanging open in complete shock. You knew Floyd often acted upon his impulses and did some things that were out of the ordinary, but this was something you didn't expect.

"If Jamil finds out, he's gonna explode!" You shrieked, balling fists into your hair.

"Sea otter said it was fine," Floyd continued to smile his smug smile, "And if sea snake finds out, so what?"

So, Floyd didn't steal Kalim's magic carpet, aka one of the most precious items in the entirety of the Scalding Sands- or even the whole of Twisted Wonderland and beyond. Although, that didn't stop your mind from racing in sheer panick. What if you accidentally tore it? Or it got stained, and machine washing it would destroy its historical value or something, and it needed money to be fixed? You'd be stuck paying that debt for the rest of your life-

Floyd looked over at you in your bewildered state. A pair of large hands grabbed at your face by your cheeks and snapped you out of your trance, and you turned your eyes towards the owner of said hands. He squished your cheeks several times, staring at your various facial expressions as he did so. Ever since you got to spend more time with him, it was something that he often did when your brain went into overdrive and you blanked. Strangely, it always seemed to calm you down quite a lot.

"What if we have to pay for damages or something?!" Your brain was finally putting words together in coherent sentences again. That was good.

"Don't think about it now, shrimpy," He smiled at you softly, "For right now, just have some fun, yeah?"

You furrowed your brows and crossed your arms, "Don't wanna."

"But there's somewhere I wanna take you," He grinned at you cheekily, and you couldn't hold your resolve any longer.

"...Fine, but tell me where we're going!"

"It's a surprise!"

"Just tell me!"

"Don't wanna." Floyd mimicked you, and you sighed heavily. This was going to be a long night.

But at least the merboy wasn't dragging you all the way to the bottom of the ocean or anything crazy like that. Right?

When all was said and done, you found yourselves far away from campus and leaving Sage's Island. You looked around in awe in wonder. It truly was beautiful here. There weren't many landmarks aside from the two campuses on the island and trees, which seemed very close and very tall from the distance. The sky remained dark as the sun had long since retired for the day, the colors of blue darkening even further as the stars and full moon made their rounds.

Maybe it was the height at which you watched the island from, or it was the fact that you were with a certain teal-headed sophomore, but the view was much more breathtaking than you'd imagined it would be.

"It's so pretty up here," you sighed.

Birds flocked around and you turned to Floyd with a relaxed smile, only to find him already staring at you with an awestruck expression.

It was rare to see Floyd this quiet, as he was never shy of voicing his emotions whenever he wanted to. For once, he didn't seem like he wanted to be making jokes or teasing you. His head tilted back slightly as the breeze brushed through his hair, and you could feel your heart stammer for no good reason. You averted your gaze away and scratched at your ear.

"Thanks for bringing me up here," you mumbled with a gulp, a little sheepish from your earlier panick and apprehension.

He grinned and took your hand without hesitation, his fingers gently curling around yours, "Anytime."

The moonlight shone on the pair of you as the two soared towards the edge of the island that bordered the sea. The carpet slowly lowered itself down onto the sandy terrain, and you could see the water tumble over its own body a short distance away.

Floyd moved closer to you, taking your hand in his as if it was the most natural thing to do and lead you towards the water.

He left you at the water's edge and began removing his shirt, making your face burn.

"Uh...what are you doing?" You managed to croak, warmth still biting at your cheeks.

He smirked at you, "Going for a swim."

Before you could reply and even try and argue, you noticed that Floyd had slipped off his shirt and was now entering the water. Slowly, his smooth skin grew scales as his body changed colour. He'd transformed into his eel form after getting a feel of the water.

For a few moments, you watched him swim around, disappearing into the water and occasionally appearing out of it to glance at you with a grin. His movements were smooth and graceful. His tail moved lazily through the water and you noticed it was quite muscular but soft looking. Almost like a cat's, you thought absentmindedly.

Now that you thought about it, you'd seen Floyd in his mer form many times. Though for some reason, this time felt different. Maybe it was the way the moon rays reflected off of each of his glistened scales and the look of pure joy that graced his features as he swam freely. Or maybe it was because he had a playful, endearing twinkle in his eyes. He looked at peace and free, and that is what made you happy.

You were so caught up in admiring Floyd that you failed to notice his presence next to you as you subconsciously neared the shoreline. His cold, smooth tail stroked your calf. Startled, you stumbled backwards and fell over onto your butt, sending him into a fit of laughter.

Floyd giggled and grabbed your hand, tugging you closer to the sea.

"I'm gonna get wet!" You shreiked as you felt the chilly waves hit your feet.

Floyd pouted and furrowed his brows into an expression that looked more cute than angry. "I can just dry you with magic."

"But-"

"Come on~!" He drew out his words, and you sighed.

You reluctantly stepped forward until your feet made contact with the wet sand,

"Alright, alright! But if I get sick, I'm blaming you!"

His eyes lit up, and he pulled your hand again, dragging you across the wet ground and into the rising water. You yelped at how cold the water was on your skin and almost fell on your behind again. After the second time of stepping into the water, your skin tingled pleasantly, and the sensation made you smile.

Floyd let go of your hand to turn around and grab your waist before swimming backwards with you now in front of him. His arms wrapped around your waist protectively yet gently, and you could faintly feel his heartbeat through your now damp clothes. You were so close and close enough that you could see every single detail on his face.

Your eyes were locked onto his teal skin, and you felt as though someone was holding your heart tightly in their grip and wouldn't ever let go.

"Hey," Floyd called out to you, and it took you a moment to snap out of whatever spell you were under.

"Hm?" You glanced at him.

"I love you," He whispered quietly, his voice filled with such sincerity that felt almost alien to you.

You blinked.

Oh.

You stared at Floyd for a moment, stunned. Your mouth hung open for a moment, your brain scrambling to comprehend what he just said. The air suddenly became very thick and you were worried your heart would explode. All the blood in your body froze. You couldn't hear a single noise coming from anywhere, nor could you hear your own ragged breathing. All that seemed to matter was Floyd, who was currently gazing at you as if you were the most priceless treasure that he had ever seen. Your heart was pounding in your chest violently, thumping wildly as your eyes widened in surprise.

You weren't even sure what you and Floyd were. From the way he treated you compared to others, you knew he saw you as maybe a little more than a friend, but you were never certain. If anything, you hid your feelings for him throughout your friendship in hopes of not ruining a relationship you were already more than happy with. Floyd was impulsive and often did a lot of things considered out of the ordinary, sure, but the sincerity in both his eyes and voice said that this wasn't the case.

It seems like "best friends" was no longer an accurate description of your relationship.

Slowly, you felt a huge grin spread across your face. Floyd returned the smile, his pointy teeth shining brighter when the moonlight reflected against them, and his face illuminated with mirth. Then, slowly, his hands lifted themselves to frame your face, and he slowly leaned closer, bringing his lips to meet with yours in an awkward kiss. His lips were soft and slightly wet from the saltiness of the sea breeze. It felt wonderful. After a while, you broke apart slowly, smiling happily at each other, and a wave of jumbled but positive emotions washed over you. It was overwhelming. You couldn't believe it. You were happy, absolutely happy, ecstatic even! Why? Because Floyd loved you. That stupid fishface loved you.

"Me too," you breathed quietly as the moon's silver ribbons illuminated your eyes, "I like you a lot."

Maybe this interruption to your sleep time wasn't so bad after all.

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#gn reader #twisted wonderland #twst fanfic #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #floyd twst #twst floyd #floyd twisted wonderland #floyd leech x reader #twst fluff #floyd leech #floyd fluff

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getallemeralds · 1 year

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working on redesigning aile a bit, feeling stuff out, etc. mostly keeping him the same except he's finally losing the hoodie (post-roboticization at least) and im reworking his arms to look more sonic-style

he's gonna be in the works for a bit but we'll see how this goes!

#leo chirps #leodoodles #leos ocs #oc: aile the otter #sonic oc #chasing velocity

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simplykyndal · 8 months

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ghoul regressor headcanons :))

phantom ghoul (they/it):

very VERY clingy (loves clinging to swiss)

swiss is their main caregiver

can go nonverbal, communicates via sign language if it isn’t too little

sometimes they can regress so little that their head needs to be supported when they’re being held

LOVES stuffed animals

despite being closest with swiss, it loves to spend time with rain, dew, and aurora when it’s regressed (especially if aurora is also regressed, makes it so happy)

loves to be called bug, makes them giggle

has an oral fixation, something is always in it’s mouth, be that its tail, someone else’s tail, its fingers, someone else’s fingers, or a paci

dewdrop ghoul (he/him):

doesn’t regress very often

when he does, it’s typically involuntary

he gets so stressed :(

the sweetest little thing, he just wants cuddles and to be held

before aether left the band, aether was his prime caregiver, now it’s rain, mountain, and cumulus

loves to be carried around by mountain bc he’s so tall

needs to find cumulus almost immediately or he isn’t a happy camper

likes to be called firefly, makes the little light up

rain ghoul (they/them):

sometimes when they regresses, they’ll try to hide that they’re in a smaller headspace

especially if they’re on tour and have stuff that requires them to be big

they think they’re good at hiding when they’re little, they’re not, swiss or dew will notice immediately

bc he’s hypermobile, sometimes he’ll think he hurt himself but really, they’re just fine

cries when they don’t get attention

likes to carry around a stuffed otter

big oral fixation, doesn’t have pacis, sucks on their tail

aurora ghoulette (she/her):

doesn’t need to regress often

only does when she really wants to, unless she’s REALLY stressed she never regresses involuntarily

cirrus & cumulus are her main caregivers

loves to hang out with phantom when regressed, they are summoning twins after all

obsessed with the color pink, she must be wearing at least one thing that is pink (or holding something)

calls cumulus “lulu” or “mama”

calls cirrrus “mommy”

swiss ghoul (all prns, mostly he/him):

doesn’t regress at all

is a caregiver to phantom, rain, mountain, and if dew isn’t clinging to mountain, rain, or cumulus, he’s a caregiver to dew

loves it when his ghouls are little

phantom is his favorite (but you didn’t hear that from me)

would do anything to keep their little ghouls happy

mountain ghoul (no prns):

much like dew, only really regresses involuntarily

mountain gets too stressed to deal with big mountain’s emotions

always finds rain or swiss immediately, sometimes cumulus

sometimes mountain feels dysphoric bc of how tall mountain is (wants to feel as small as how mountain’s brain feels)

swiss bought clothes that are too big for mountain to somewhat battle this

loves clinging to either of mountain’s caregivers

very bad oral fixation, needs something in mountain’s mouth at all times

when mountain is big and another ghoul is little, mountain loves carrying them around just to hear their happy chirps

cumulus ghoulette (she/her):

doesn’t regress, instead watches over aurora, dew, and sometimes mountain

loves her little ghouls with all her heart

likes to use her air powers to ruffle up their hair, makes the littles smile SO HARD

cirrus ghoulette (she/they):

doesn’t regress

only really looks after aurora, unless the other littles come find her

loves to just spend time with little aurora, sadly they don’t see little aurora that often

likes to pamper her little(s)

#phantom ghoul #mountain ghoul #swiss ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #rain ghoul #aurora ghoulette #cumulus ghoulette #cirrus ghoulette #papa emeritus iv #papa copia #regressed ghouls #age regression #the band ghost #fluff #i love them so much #ghoul headcanons

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