i dont know why the running joke of this chapter is kakashi fearing for his kidneys. where did that come from. WHY did that come from.
i should probably cut that in editing it's a little ridiculous.
except it makes me giggle every time so maybe i should leave it there.
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sigh. ebony's birthday is at some point this month isnt it.
sigh. i'm not gonna be able to get this idea to combine that with a sort of last hurrah to finally kill off the ask blog format for atbb out of my head am i.
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can it be called lazy breakfast if its 1pm and i have been awake for 12 hours orrrrr
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ngl i hope there's an episode where genny is in danger and tim flies off the handle like he did when lucy was abducted.
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Music To Watch Girls To
Clarisse La Rue x Fem!Demigod!Reader
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sypnosis: is it wrong to be obsessed with clarisse? obviously not!!
a/n: i cant just write a drabble what is wrong w me itâs always gotta be a full fledged fic damn anyways i donât like this one that much so donât crucify me, but i hope you all enjoy!!
Music To Watch Boys To - Lana Del Rey
warnings: FRIENDS TO LOVERS GOOD LORD, all clarisse know is be mean to her friends, like girls, and lie, reader is a little insane this timeâŠ., itâs not watching clarisse train bc i got struck with inspo but you all will like it dw, thereâs still muscles and watching clarisse fight, swearing, violence, mentions of weapons, reader is an honorary ares cabin member bc i think itâs cute and i do what i want, y/n gets hurt like 20 times ITS FOR THE PLOT OK, kissing!!!!, like angst for half a sec not rly tho, tell me if i missed anything!!
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The only word you think of when you think of Clarisse is fuck.
It describes your feelings about her so accurately. The first time you saw her, you knew you had to have this girl. And the first time you heard her talk, she was calling some Hephaestus kid a dumbass for not fixing a dent in her armor correctly.
She was an asshole, a bully, whatever, and she was also the hottest thing youâve ever seen. But, thank the Gods you became close friends with her brother Matty, and then Carrie, and then you practically knew everyone in the Ares cabin like your own siblings.
Even just friendship with Ares kids is an intense rollercoaster.
They admired your for your deadly skill with a bow, a few of them even openly claiming you were probably the best at camp. They were loyal and fierce, protective, funny and everything you could want in a replacement family. Your mortal parent went down a dark road after your godly parent went back to Olympus, and you had never felt that love that everyone craved.
Clarisse hated you at first, like she does everyone, until one day at the bonfire you were sitting with her and a few of her siblings, the fire was hot and it was never the same. You still remember her eyes on you, feeling intoxicated under the moon. Besides, the nights are made for secrets.
And it became a tradition.
You would look at each other next to the fire, and never speak of it again.
The rest of the time, she was like any friend. That same loyalty, focus, but sometimes you could swear she seemed to look a little longer.
After the arrival of Percy Jackson, Clarisse was especially on edge. She was supposed to be training, but she was instead sulking and ranting to Matty and Carrie.
âAnd he really thinks he killed that Minotaur? Doesnât matter. Thatâs what everyone else thinks.â
âTalking about the new kid?â you ask, sitting on top of the picnic table next to their cabin.
âOh, yeah,â Carrie mumbles. âTalking all about the new kid.â
Clarisse stops her angry pacing to send her a harsh glare.
âHeâs just a baby, Clarisse.â
She slams her hand down on the table next to you, pointing her finger in your face.
âHeâs a liar,â she hisses. âIâm gonna make him admit it.â
âHm, okay,â you say, pressing her foot against her stomach and pushing her back. âAnd thatâs totally logical. But have you considered that he actually killed the Minotaur?â
âIâll punch you.â
âOh, you love me, Clarisse,â you smile, sweeping your arms out in a big circle. âIâm the brightest part of your day.â
She glares at you.
Matty coughs to hide a laugh.
âJust ignore him!â you say. âI donât get why youâre so obsessed over him anyways.â
âIâm not explaining myself to you,â she huffs, stubborn as ever.
âOkay, Clarisse,â you say, drawing out the words.
You miss Carrie and Matty shooting each other looks.
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Chiron announces the next capture the flag game later that day, and the next morning youâre heading off to the Ares cabin with your bow and armor in tow.
You walk in. Theyâre all adjusting their armor, polishing their weapons. A few smile at you and wave, but you head straight towards the back. Clarisse is there, helping some of her younger siblings pick out weapons from the secret weapons stash the Ares kids have curated over the years.
Itâs Dannyâs first game. Heâs only twelve.
She looks up at you for a moment, which is about as much acknowledgment as youâre gonna get. You sit at the end of someoneâs empty bed, right next to Danny.
âHow you feelinâ?â you ask. His face is twisted into a stone cold mask.
âExcited,â he says, like he practiced it in the mirror.
âWell, Iâm scared.â
He looks at you and frowns.
âYouâre the best archer in camp. Matty says so.â
You shrug. âI may be the best archer, but Iâm nowhere near the best fighter.â
He nods, thinking hard like the whole world is suddenly starting to make sense.
âHey, if I promise to keep a look out for you from the trees- will you watch out for me on the ground?â
He doesnât need your assurance. Heâs a child of Ares, theyâre prebuilt with the lust for battle. But you know how to play all of them like a fiddle. They like feeling important, and heâs only twelve. It doesnât hurt you to give this to him.
You stick out your hand and he grabs it.
âDeal.â
âDeal.â
âY/N,â Clarisse says. You realize sheâs been standing there for a while. âAre you here to distract everyone or for a reason?â
âYou know, I would welcome you into my cabin warmly.â
Her face remains stone cold. Danny runs off. Clarisse can be some sort of halfway nice, but rarely, and most of the time everyone just knows her cruel words, her ruthless tactics in battle, and her misleading words and smiles.
âYouâre no fun,â you pout.
âYouâre the one who sticks around. No oneâs holding you hostage- you can leave.â
âI need a dagger.â
âOh,â she says, blinking. âWow, you actually came here for something? What happened to yours?â
âBroke,â you shrug. âThe handle fell off. Weird, whatever.â
She hums, looking through the daggers hung on the wall. âThis one.â
She hands it to you. Itâs similar to your old dagger, except a lot sharper and a lot more sturdy. But itâs the same style youâre used to. You wonder if she knows that or not- Ares kids do notice everything.
But for Clarisse to actually do something like that with intention is rare.
âI like it,â you say. âThanks!â
She hesitates for a second.
âKeep it.â
You look at her. âI can give it back.â
âI already told you to keep it. Donât be pathetic and make me reassure you.â
âOkay, Clarisse,â you roll your eyes.
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Your position on capture the flag is always the same.
Carrie, Matty and Clarisse hunt in the woods on the ground, and you get thrown up into some random tree to shoot arrows at anyone you see.
The idea is, they see the arrow coming from up above and look to the trees, only for Clarisse, Matty and Carrie to ambush them on the ground.
Itâs only the third game youâve employed this tactic, so the blue team is starting to catch on.
After Chiron gives his speech you could probably say yourself, you head over to the three of them, holding your arm out to Matty and the red bandana. He ties it around without saying a word, Carrie reaches over and scolds you for not tying your armor tight enough.
âBlah, blah, blah,â you say. âIâll live.â
âYeah,â Carrie snorts. âBecause I fixed it.â
âShush,â Clarisse hisses. She finishes talking to a few more of her siblings, and they take their companies off into the woods. She turns back around. âI have a different plan today.â
Carrie and Matty grin dangerously.
Thereâs something in between the three of them, some sort of matching glint in their eyes.
âOkay, did I miss something? Why are you guys being so⊠scary?â
âYouâll see,â Clarisse says, her eyes dark.
Gods, itâs the hottest thing youâve ever seen.
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The great thing about being up in the trees is you get to see everything.
You get to see the way Clarisse grins while she fights, the way she whips her spear around like it weights nothing, the way sweat forms at her brow- and the way her muscles flex. Thatâs the best part.
Her arms, her legs, her stomach, every part of Clarisse is just lean and toned muscle.
It makes you want to betray yourself in a way that would permanently embarrass you.
You follow them, of course, even though you have no idea what the hell is happening or what the plan is. Thereâs a reason sheâs not telling you the plan. Why?
When you walk past the woods where you normally hunt, you start getting fidgety.
âOk, guys, seriously. Tell me whatâs going on.â
You realize youâre heading towards the side of the big hill, starting the climb up through the trees and rocks.
Clarisse turns around.
âStop. Worrying.â
You grit your teeth. âIâm not worried. Iâm just confused.â
She sighs, signaling to Carrie and Matty.
âYou know,â she mutters. And they leave, so itâs just the two of you.
They spit up, making their way on the farthest two ends, all leading to the same ledge.
She grabs your wrists. âStop cracking your fingers. Itâs annoying, and youâll hurt âem.â
âThen tell me whatâs going on.â
She lets go of one of your wrists, but keeps her tight grip on the other, forcing you to keep pace behind her.
âIâm not gonna tell you again, Y/N. Donât worry. Iâm not going to put you in danger, obviously.â She laughs, as if the idea is ridiculous. âYouâre a damn good archer.â
âOh, my Gods. Did you just compliment me?â
She tenses up, finally realizing she did it.
âD-donât let it go to your head.â
âOh, I wonât. It will just be our little secret, wonât it?â
You bite your lip as you smile so you donât burst out laughing.
âSure,â she mutters, and you donât miss the way she stares at your lips. She clears her throat, finally letting go of your wrist. âPercy Jackson-â
âWhoâs a baby.â
â-attacked us last night.â
You raise an eyebrow, walking next to her. âDid you attack him first?â
She doesnât answer that.
âI doubted you would join us. I just didnât want you to be alone in the woods.â
âWhy?â
âHm, I saw Annabeth as we left the bathrooms. She knows, she knows weâre gonna get revenge so Lukeâs gonna go straight for the flag because weâre not in the woods.â
âSo youâre just sacrificing the entire game for revenge? Against a 12-year-old?â
âRevenge,â she mutters, thinking over it. âThatâs a fun word.â
She smiles, looking at you.
âOh, Gods,â you mutter.
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The rest of the walk continues in silence, until you can see Carrie and Matty in the distance, both waiting for Clarisseâs signal. She grins.
âNow, why donât you just stay behind me and draw an arrow, and tell me if anyoneâs coming. And when heâs distracted, youâll sneak around behind him and block him from escaping, hm?â
You look around the forest. âOkay. But, Clarisse-â
She smacks her hand over your face. âI donât need your morality right now. I just need you to keep those pretty eyes open and be our lookout.â
âFine,â you hiss as you throw your hand off her mouth.
âThank you,â she smiles, sarcastically. âWas that so hard?â
You mock her under your breath, but she signals to Carrie and Matty. They all start walking forward, trying for stealth, but your feet make sink into the gravel. He hears them. He sits up.
You donât know anything about Percy Jackson, except for the fact he supposedly attacked the three musketeers you call your friends and possibly killed a Minotaur.
True to your word, you stay behind Clarisse, watching as she lifts her helmet off, throwing it to the ground.
Her spear sinks into the dirt.
âFlagâs that way,â Percy says. âItâs not here.â
âWe know.â
You start walking out from behind her. His eyes flick between all four of you.
âYeah, gloryâs fine.â You can feel her eyes on you. âRevenge is more fun.â
She looks up at her spear, slamming it down, and you hear the familiar crackle as it lights up. Red hot electricity.
She laughs a bit.
He scrambles for his sword and spear, forgoing his helmet. They close him in. You walk around Carrie and behind him. His eyes move between you and Clarisse, but thereâs nothing he can do to stop the four of you from surrounding him.
âNo maiming. Itâs like the one rule.â
His stance isnât even close to correct.
âYeah, I guess Iâll lose dessert privileges for a while,â she fake frets, looking up at her spear. She smiles and looks back at him. âIâll live.â
Her face twists into a mask of focus and she swings out at him. He manages to dodge her first hit, and block the second with his shield.
She looks at Carrie and Matty. They lunge forward, attacking him together, and he certainly is a demigod- he has a natural talent.
But you can only really focus on the way she lifts her spear back over her head.
She grunts and spins, shocking him, before jabbing forward at his armor, making him fall back over the log he used to be laying on, right at your feet.
âIâm actually not interested in maiming or killing you, believe it or not,â she says, standing over him. âI just want you to admit youâre a fraud. Itâd make me feel better. Are you feeling up to that yet?â
The way she holds her spear, the way she says itâll make her feel better- you miss the way he swings out with his shield, hitting you in the shins.
âFuck,â you hiss, leaning down to touch your burning leg. âOh, fuck, that hurt.â
Percy grunts and takes off running.
âY/N,â Matty says, a silent question in his concerned voice.
âIâm fine,â you mumble, shaking your leg out.
Clarisse glares at his retreating figure.
âI guess he has a fucking death wish,â she whispers, voice full of a deadly promise.
She grunts and launches herself over the log, Carrie and Matty following. You straighten yourself and take off running after them. You leg does burn, but you still manage to keep pace. Besides, Matty is already far ahead, surprising him and knocking him down from the path, making him tumble through the woods and land on the beach.
Matty and Carrie wave their swords at him from the right. He pants and breathes heavily, backing up, but when he turns around to run- Clarisse is there.
You draw your bow again, out of habit.
The arrows you use arenât actual arrows of course, but filed down to little circle rocks at the end. They wonât kill you, but they fucking hurt.
You canât help but giggle as he falls onto his back, scared just by Clarisse being there.
She laughs too, before all three of them launch into an attack.
They push him back, towards you, and you step back with them, waiting for the perfect moment.
But your eyes drift up to Clarisse. Sheâs hanging back for just a second while Matty and Carrie jab at him. She looks⊠proud. She looks really fucking proud that youâre laughing at this 12-year-olds misery.
But Clarisse was right. Revenge is fun. And you hate it, but you canât stop it.
You smile back at her, and itâs like those nights at the bonfire, you know youâll never speak of it again. It doesnât matter. Right now, thereâs angelic music playing in your head, and youâre watching her. Youâre watching her, the sweat on her brow, the way her hands clasp her spear.
Her face twists into something else.
âY/N!â she shouts, but Carrie and Matty pushed him too far, you didnât move back enough- distracted by her- and you slam into each other, a tangle of limbs and metal.
He does this awkward sort of flip over you, landing a few feet behind you. You drop your bow in favor of catching yourself, and it gets caught on his shield and dragged along with him.
Itâs a blur, you yelp as you go down, Percy groans.
Theyâre all standing there, tense and watching the way Percy stands up with your bow in his hands. His stance is nowhere near correct, it actually makes you cringe more than your bruised side after the fall.
Why the hell are you the one who keeps getting hurt?
Percy letâs out a breath. âWhy donât we all just walk away and forget this happened?â
âYou just made that impossible,â Clarisse hisses.
You just want to get an ice pack on your leg and sit down. Youâre tired. You want to boss Clarisse around as payment for bringing you here.
âOkay, okay, just stop. This is stupid, all of you. Heâs, like, 12. He didnât do it on purpose, youâre just attacking him for no reason.â Carrie and Matty look at the ground. Clarisse glares at you.
You turn around and face Percy. âJust go, okay.â
He looks between you and Clarisse.
âO-okay,â he breathes.
You can feel her move, hear her footsteps in the sand, her spear cutting through the wind. She comes around you, and Percy gets scared, so he raises up the bow and letâs it go- pointed straight at her face.
But it never hits her. It hits you, of course, because you have the worst luck in the world.
It hits you right in the chest, and it doesnât kill you, but Percy is strong and it knocks the wind out of you.
Clarisse throws her spear to the ground and catches you, screaming your name at the top of her lungs.
Gods, this was so stupid. All of it. He didnât mean to hurt you, he meant to stop her from attacking him. Because Clarisse is bloodthirsty. She cares about no one else but herself.
You were stupid to think she ever did.
But even through all of this, everyone treating you like a rag doll, you stare into Clarisseâs eyes. Sheâs frozen. Sheâs watching the rapid rise and fall of your chest, sheâs watching the way you press your hand into your chest, trying to breathe, sheâs looking at the fear in your eyes.
Youâre terrified. And Clarisse looks the exact same way you feel.
You mouth her name.
Carrie and Matty are gathered around you, telling you to just breathe, take a breath in, but you canât.
Clarisse letâs go of you and ignores your hands trying to hold her back, ignores Carrie warning her.
Oh, Gods, youâre in love with her and sheâs just your friend, but it all hurts and you just need her right now.
Percy tries to scramble away from what heâs done, but Clarisse grabs him by his shirt and holds him up.
You think sheâs actually going to kill him- then the conch sounds.
You all turn around.
The blue team runs to the beach, sticking the red flag into the ground. They all cheer loudly, Luke and Chris at the center of it.
Clarisse throws Percy back down on the ground.
She picks up your bow. Matty helps you stand up, you can breathe now, and youâre really fine. You just couldnât for a minute. You donât look at Clarisse, even though you want to.
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The four of you end up at the sword practice field, sitting on picnic tables like you did that one day.
Matty touches a few scratches on his arms from where he burst through the woods, scraping himself on something thorny.
Clarisse walks towards a dummy and starts attacking it. She lets all her anger out on it. They didnât win, and her revenge is incomplete so, its not even worth it. You could have told her that from the beginning, but whatever.
Clarisse can do whatever she wants. She doesnât listen to you, she doesnât care about you- not as much as you want her too. Not as much as you care about her.
Sheâs so wonderfully in her element it makes you want her more. This is where she belongs, in the field in the sun, with her spear in her hands. She belongs here, where she feels closest to her father and farthest away from her responsibilities, from the constant battle it is for her to keep her emotions in check.
Even after a minute of her obliterating the dummy, she seems better. Finally, after another minute, she slows down until she stops.
You donât stop looking at her until she turns around and looks at you. She breathes out.
âAre you okay?â she asks, sitting down on the opposite end of the bench.
âFine. Just got the wind knocked out of me.â
She hums.
âCâmon, Matty,â Carrie says. âLetâs go back to the cabin, Iâm thirsty.â
Youâre not ready to get up yet, youâre too comfortable here on the bench, itâs too easy to breathe in the valley.
Clarisse flexes, stretching her spear over her head, and you watch her. Of course you watch her. You donât think youâll ever just be able to look at her in passing- youâll always have to focused, youâve always have to have your eyes totally and completely on her.
Like sheâs some book you have to study. Like sheâs all youâve ever wanted to look at.
âStop staring at me, weirdo,â she mumbles.
You sit up straighter. âIâm not. Youâre just flexing dramatically all over the place, of course Iâm gonna take notice of it.â
âOkay, sure,â she taunts, and you remember what happened, you remember how you felt when she walked away from you to continue with her revenge.
âI-Iâm gonna go back to my cabin.â You donât wanna be around her, not right now at least. âSee you later, Clarisse.â
She stands up immediately. âIâll walk you.â
âNo, thanks, itâs fine.â
âY/N, you got hurt because of me.â She crouches down and tugs up your pant leg. âHowâs your leg? Your side?â
Matty, Carrie and Clarisse too, sometimes, are always touching you and doing things for you. Itâs sweet. They arenât good with the words, but they show you they love you, and that means more than anything else.
If she hadnât done what she did, if she really cared about you, then you wouldnât mind her touching you like this. You would love it.
âClarisse- get off of me,â you shake your leg out, which hurts a bit, but she lets go and stands up.
Her face twists into one of anger, her fists clenched.
âIâm sorry, okay. Iâm sorry you got hurt. I feel really bad about it, so just let me do this for you.â
âItâs not about that,â you mumble, cursing yourself and hoping she doesnât hear you. Of course she does.
âThen whatâs it about?â
You try to turn away, but she clamps her around your wrist and tugs you back towards her.
âWhatâs it about, Y/N?â
She holds your hand to her chest.
You both know what itâs about.
âJust stop, Clarisse,â but your body betrays you and you make no move to push her away. She notices, of course she notices, and she pulls you closer. âWeâve been dancing around each other for months.â
She blinks and her grip on your wrist loosens.
âAnd it was fun. It was a fun game, okay, Clarisse. But you can stop playing it now. You showed me today that your care more about yourself then you ever could me. Iâm sick of it.â You tug your hand away. âIâm so sick of it, Clarisse.â
She grips you tighter again.
âWhat the hell are you talking about? Iâm running around looking like a fool, and you think I care about myself? You think I donât care about you?â
Your breath is a little shaky again.
âYou could have helped me and you chose revenge.â
âFor you.â
âWhat?â
âHe slammed his shield into your leg, knocked you over, and then shot you in the chest. Of course I wanted revenge. Not for me, it was about that at first, but then, Gods, did you do something to him?â
You laugh. She smiles, staring at your face like sheâs seeing you for the first time.
âLike, he just kept coming after you, I donât get it. But I⊠I like you. Like, like you. And I donât know what that means, but I donât really care. I just⊠want you. I want to be near you all the time. And I go crazy when youâre with someone else. I want to touch you all the time, hug you, hold you⊠I want to kiss you so bad I think Iâm gonna fucking explode.â
Fuck is always the first word you think of when you think of her. It used to be because she made you so angry with the secrets, but now itâs just the things the says make you wonder how much more you can fall in love with her.
âWell, I donât really want you to explode,â you roll your eyes. âThatâd be too messy. Besides, I-â
âYouâre always such a fucking worrier.â
She plants her hands on your face and presses her lips to yours. You can feel the slight desperateness she wonât say, but sheâll tell you with her body. You can feel everything she wonât show, wonât say. How beautiful you are. How scared she was. How much she wanted you and for how long.
You feel it all just by her lips, and you canât help but wonder what more she can tell you.
She pulls back and smiles.
âIf you tell anyone about this, Iâll deny it.â
âIâm the light of your life, Clarisse.â
âYeah,â she agrees, grabbing you tighter and kissing you again. You grab onto her arms, smiling. You always wondered what he muscles would feel like against you.
Thereâs only one word to describe the way it feels.
Fuck.
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clarisse when she accidentally told y/n she has pretty eyes: PLEASE DONT NOTICE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE
y/n my ladybug not noticing: đ§ââïž
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y/n and clarisse just being insane together WDYM YOURE LAUGHING WHEN A KID FALLS OVER STOP
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clarisse: bitch stop WORRYING
y/n: WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT FROM ME SHUT UP
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clarisse and y/n both pretending that clarisse giving her a dagger wasnt literally a declaration of love and also clarisse throwing her spear down to catch y/n???? bitch sheâs in LOVE
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A Nice Girl - Zuko
Pairing - Zuko x f!reader
Warnings - none!!
Word Count - 3,211
Notes - I have been pumping out these really long fics lately lmaoooo. i dont mean to i just simply get carried away. i need to stop before i get a block tho lmao. AND IM ALMOST AT 400 FOLLOWERS OMG!!! im like so excited about it tbh. maybe ill open my request when we get there. thank you all and i hope you're all well. stay hydrated!!
You yawned and stretched, the silk from your nightgown tickling you. That had to have been the best sleep you have gotten these past couple of weeks. As the oldest in the âgaangâ at 17 years old, you had to act as the mother of the group and felt this awful need to protect everyone all the time, thus granting you several sleepless nights.
Sure, Ba Sing Se didn't feel like home and it didn't feel 100% safe either, but you got to sleep in a comfy bed and wear some really nice clothes. You had to admit that it was nice to be working with the Avatar sometimes.
You pushed your tangled hair out of your face and looked into the full length mirror next to your bed. Yeah, you definitely slept well, that was no question. You could tell by the ratâs nest created on your head and the sleep lines across your arms and face. You definitely needed to wash up before you started your day.
You got out of bed, stretching as the sun kissed your warm cheeks. You were going to make the best out of today. Lots of planning, but lots of downtime too, so that was nice.
As you finally walked out of your room, you were welcomed to cackling laughter from Sokka, his finger pointed at you.
âHa, ha,â you said sarcastically, Katara handing you a brush. âVery funny, Sokka.â
âNot just funny,â he said through laughter. âItâs hilarious, y/n! You look so stupid!!!â
You rolled your eyes, hiding a smile, and tamed the ratâs nest on your head, looking a little more yourself.
Aang walked in the house holding a bowl of snacks with a smile on his face. âOh, good morning, y/n! You sure slept in this morning!â
âSlept in?â You tilted your head. âWhat time is it?â
Katara took the brush from you and set it down on a nearby drawer. âAlmost 10 am.â
âWhat?!â You were shocked. You were usually the first one up always and if not, you never slept past 8.
Katara giggled. âListen, y/n. I think it's great that you finally got some sleep. We never really see you rest well, so none of us had the heart to wake you up.â
You beamed. âYou guys are the best. Well,â you stretched. âI'm gonna get washed up so I don't look like a sleepy monster all day.â
Something about Ba Sing Se gave you the creeps, but at the same time, it was nice to be back in a place where you could bathe in warm water and not fear Zuko coming after you. It's not like you had anything against the Fire Nation prince⊠it's more like⊠he was an inconvenience to you and the rest of the gaang. Since you and Zuko were about the same age, you understood him. Well, kinda. You escaped the Fire Nation when you were younger, disagreeing with all of their ideals and overall how they treated the world. You did see the prince as Fire Nation scum, but at the same time, you saw him as a kid, just like you. He was banished for god knows what and he just wanted to go home. You didn't hate Zuko. Not one bit. You understood that he may just be in some sort of hidden pain. But you had to admit that it was kinda nice to not have him around to bother you.
You got out of the shower refreshed and ready for the day. It was nice to have a day off, so you were probably going to get some tea and write in your journal about how the past couple of weeks have been. You figured it would be nice to log everything that has ever happened on this little journey just in case you all wanted a refresher in the next twenty years or so.
You slipped on some Earth Nation attire and smiled at yourself in the mirror as you braided your hair. Today is going to be a good day, you thought. Nothing better than tea and some late breakfast.
âI'm going out for the day,â you said, placing your bag on your shoulder. âStay out of trouble today, got it?â
You looked at Aang and he laughed. âI will, I will! Have a nice day, okay, y/n? You deserve it.â
âYouâre all too kind to me. Thank you.â
âAnd let me know if you find Appa!â
âI will, don't worry.â
You smiled and walked out of the house, smelling the fresh Earth Nation air. Luckily, the walls didn't cover the fresh air, so you could still get the almost afternoon breath.
You spent the beginning of the day walking around shops, buying some supplies and new clothes for yourself and the others. The markets were busy, but it was nice to get some of the things you needed without Aang begging for some stupid trinket that you always ended up buying him because you thought it was cool too. That was always your impulse, stupid things that Aang showed you. Those could be the death of you.
As you finally finished your browsing journey, you overheard a conversation while looking over a map.
âI swear their tea has gotten better.â
âReally? I dunno.â
âI'm serious. It has to be the best tea shop in Ba Sing Se.â
âFine, we can go try it later.â
You turned to the two men a little embarrassed that you were eavesdropping. âS-Sorry, but I was kinda listening to your conversation⊠uh⊠whereâs that tea shop you were talking about? I've been trying to find a nice place to get some tea all morning.â
The man hyping up the shop smiled at you. âDon't worry about eavesdropping, kiddo. It's right here.â He pointed to the map you were looking at and you were satisfied that it wasn't too far from where you currently were.
You thanked the man and began your journey to the shop. It was a little closer to afternoon and you could feel your stomach rumbling, so you just decided to skip right to lunch.
You walked into the tea shop and saw people smiling and laughing together, the heavenly scent of tea filling your senses. You were quickly seated at a lone booth and given a menu. Everything looked so good, you could swear that you were about to drool just thinking about food.
You decided to order something that the waitress recommended and as she walked away, you flipped through your journal, going over everything that you and the gaang had been through. You quietly laughed to yourself as you passed a page that said: note to self - slap Zukoâs bald head at least once. Imagine the sound that would make.
Itâs definitely been a long trip of both laughter and struggle, and honestly, you were really happy. You don't remember the last time you had laughed so hard before you met Aang and the others. It was nice. Really nice.
âHereâs your tea. Is there anything else you need?â Your tea was set in front of you along with your lunch and you tilted your head at the familiar voice that wasn't your waitress from earlier. It was on the tip of your tongue.
âI think I'm alright, thank-â You looked up and the smile you had suddenly dropped. No way. âZu-â
Before you could say his full name, Zuko covered your mouth and quickly let go, hoping no one saw or heard any of that. âP-Please don't.â
âBut youâre-â
âI know,â Zukoâs voice was low. âJust⊠can we talk⊠in the back?â
You looked around the restaurant at all of the other people and back at Zuko. He looked so different. Barely recognizable. His face didn't look so pissed off and he had a short head of hair now that looked healthy. The only reason you recognized him was the scar, but honestly, if he covered it up somehow, you wouldn't have a clue that he was the prince of the Fire Nation.
You nodded and stood up, collecting your things. You followed Zuko to the back, almost a little scared. You had no means of defending yourself. You were a non bender, so if he wanted to pick a fight, you were screwed. You didn't even have a simple weapon on you. Maybe you were getting too cozy.
Zuko brushed off a small table and pulled out a chair for you, which you sat in with slight hesitation.
âHow did you get into Ba Sing Se?â You didn't mean to sound so defensive. Well, you did, but you weren't expecting to. Especially not on such a good day like this.
âIt's⊠a long story.â
âWhy are you here?â
âListen⊠Itâs not for the Avatar.â
âHuh? Is that so?â You crossed your arms and looked him dead in the eye. âThen explain to me how you always end up where we just so happen to be. Thatâs suspicious, isn't it?â
âI-â
âIf you hurt Aang, I swear to-â
âI don't care about Aang right now!â
The whole room went quiet. You had never heard Zuko say Aangâs name before, let alone not care about what the Avatar is doing.
âThen whyâŠâ
âI have my own stuff to deal with. It's none of your business, okay? I do have a life outside of the Avatar, you know.â
You nodded and looked down at your tea. âI'm⊠assuming your uncle made this?â You giggled softly.
âYeah. He did.â Zukoâs voice was small and way less frustrated.
âSo thatâs why this tea shop has hype all of a sudden.â You wondered aloud, your eyes wandering to the ceiling.
Zuko cleared his throat and shuffled in his spot. âSo⊠uh⊠what now?â
âPromise not to hurt Aang and I won't say a word about you being here. I believe that you have your own stuff to deal with, so prove it to me.â
âI promise.â
Your eyes locked with his and you smiled, shocking Zuko a bit. You smiled at him, the guy thatâs been trying to hurt you and your friends this whole time. The guy who wouldâve done anything for the Avatar to be in his hands.
âYou probably hate me, don't you?â Zuko spat out, rubbing the back of his neck.
You tilted your head. âHateâs a strong word, don't you think?â
Zuko looked at you, appalled. âI mean, I would understand if you did.â
âIt's been a long road for you, hasn't it, Zuko?â
He nodded at you and you pointed to the other side of the table, just realizing that he was standing that entire time. âLetâs share some tea.â
âI-I don't know if thatâs a good idea.â Zuko took a step back.
âAh, I see,â you stood up, scooting your chair back in. âYouâre a busy man with a job now.â
He just nodded at you.
âWell, I'll let you get to it then, but I expect to see you at 6 tonight ready to hang out, okay?â
âWh-What?! Won't your friends notice that youâre gone?â
You just smiled, collecting your things. âZuko, I do have a life outside of the Avatar, you know.â
Zukoâs face went bright red as you walked out of the room with a smirk on your face. It was actually kinda cute to see Zuko not being some evil kid with his heart set on hurting anyone.
âYouâre leaving?â Sokka whined, watching you grab your bag.
âYes Sokka,â you said for what seemed like the hundredth time. âI'm leaving. I just want to go get dinner out by myself tonight. Maybe go for a nice walk.â
âAww man,â Sokka pouted, crossing his arms. âWhoâs gonna make dinner now?â
You rolled your eyes, trying to hide the smile creeping on your lips. âSokka, I left some money on the table. You guys should go out and get something to eat tonight.â
âWhy aren't you coming with us?â Sokka tilted his head, counting the money on the table.
âI just want to go out by myself tonight, thatâs all.â
âSo youâre just gonna have a lonely dinner all by yourself?â Sokka questioned, looking skeptical.
âYes!â
âSheâs lying.â Everyone turned to Toph and your face went bright red. You forgot she could tell if you were lying or not, and it definitely didn't help that you were outside on the concrete so Toph could really feel right through you.
Sokka turned back to you quickly. âYouâre going to dinner with someone?â
âFine, yes, I am, so what?â
âWho is it?â
You rolled your eyes, already late. âJust somebody.â
âIs it a boy?â Sokka gave you a mocking look and you pushed his face away.
âFine, whatever! It's a boy! So what?! Now let me leave before I'm late. Have a nice dinner everyone.â You waved at the group and ran to the tea shop, hoping that Zuko didn't leave yet.
The bell rang as you opened the shop door. âSorry, weâre not serving tea anymore, weâre closing at the moment,â a familiar voice said. Iroh peeked his head out, surprised to see you. ây/n?â
You smiled, âhi Iroh.â
âHow are you?â Iroh set down the broom he was holding and pulled you into a soft embrace. You never told the others, but you spent quite a bit of time talking to Zukoâs uncle when you got the chance. He was a wise man and kind as well. Maybe that's why you understood Zuko so well, you had someone to give you some insight on the boy.
âI'm good, Iroh. How are you?â
âOh I'm fine,â he beamed at you, pulling away from the hug. âI'm getting to live my lifelong dream of making tea for the people of Ba Sing Se, so that feels pretty nice.â
âWell, you are the best at making tea, Iroh.â
âOh, stop. Youâre so full of flattery, y/n.â Iroh blushed with a smile. âIs there a reason youâre here?â
âIs your nephew here?â
âYouâre looking for Zuko?â Iroh cocked an eyebrow at you and you chuckled, surprised that you were even here.
âI am.â
Iroh gave you a skeptical look, but honestly didn't care much. He thought it was nice that someone wanted to visit Zuko. âHe is here. Let me go grab him. Would you like some tea in the meantime?â
âTea sounds great,â you admitted, sitting at a table.
As you got comfortable, Zuko ran into the room, completely surprised. âYouâre here?â
You laughed. âOf course I am! I said Iâd be here at 6 didn't I?â
âI thought you were bluffing.â
âWell now you know I'm serious. Wanna hang out?â
Zuko gave you a side eye and thought for a moment. âI think I know what youâre trying to do.â
âAnd what might that be?â Iroh entered the room, placing two teacups and a kettle on your table. You thanked Iroh as he left with a smile.
âYouâre trying to get info out of me. About the Fire Nation⊠aren't you?â
You shook your head. âYouâre so defensive all the time, Zuko.â
âCan you blame me?â Zuko shut all of the blinds in the shop and sat across from you, taking a sip of tea.
âI guess not.â
âI'm surprised youâre not a little more on edge.â
âWhyâs that?â You took a sip of tea as well, humming at how delightful it tasted.
âI'm a firebender. You don't bend right? I could literally take you down at any moment. And it doesn't seem like you have any weapons either.â
âI trust that you won't do anything. Your uncle would probably be pissed about the mess to be honest.â
For the first time in all of your time knowing Zuko, you heard him laugh. He laughed so hard that he snorted a bit, which made him laugh harder. Because of all of his laughter, he made you laugh too, sending you both into a laughing fit. It felt good. You haven't laughed this hard since you first met Sokka, all covered in Appaâs snot.
Zuko literally had tears in his eyes by the time he stopped laughing. Seeing him happy made you feel⊠good. Really good. It was almost a relief. It made Zuko more human. You didn't know if you could even remotely call him your enemy anymore.
You two ended up talking all night, Iroh occasionally bringing more tea or just little treats every now and then. You literally couldn't stop talking to Zuko. To hear about what it was like to grow up in the Fire Nation as a prince was interesting. To hear what Ozai was really like in person sent chills down your spine. To hear where that scar on his face came from almost brought you to tears. Zuko didn't even know why he told you all of this, but he could say one thing. It felt nice. It felt this giant weight on his chest had been lifted.
After a few hours, you looked at the clock in the shop and frowned. âBad news, Zuko. I gotta go.â
âAlready?â He turned to face the clock and pouted his bottom lip. âAlright then.â
You stood up and collected your things. âThanks for the tea, Iroh!â You shouted, which was responded with a big smile and a thumbs up from Iroh.
âThanks for stopping by.â
âAnytime,â you said, opening the door of the shop. âI'll be back.â
âYou will?â You turned to Zuko, who almost looked excited that you said that.
âOf course I will. Goodnight guys.â
âWait,â Zuko ran up to you, holding the door open. âLet me walk you home, itâs late.â
âZuko, I don't know if thatâs a good idea.â
Zuko frowned, but you were probably right. If Aang spotted him for even a second, both of you would be done for. âR-Right. Well⊠thanks.â
âFor what?â
âHanging out. That was fun.â
You smiled. âThat was fun. Thank you for not killing me, Zuko.â
âAnytime.â He giggled, immediately taken aback when you pulled him in for a hug after dropping everything.
He was so⊠warm. I mean, duh. He was a firebender. But even so, his hug felt so genuine, so nice, and you didn't want to leave.
âGoodnight, Zuko,â you said as you pulled away from the hug.
âGoodnight, y/n.â This time, he shocked you by pulling you in for another hug and pulling away only to pull you in again, but this time, your lips were inches apart.
âCan I kiss you?â His voice was in a whisper, his warm breath dusting over your lips.
You just nodded and closed your eyes as his soft lips brushed against yours. You wrapped your arms around the back of his neck pulling him closer. He smiled into the kiss, wrapping his arms around your waist.
When you pulled away from the kiss, both of you said a quick goodbye, your cheeks dusted pink.
Zuko quickly walked back into the tea shop to help Iroh close and put his back on the door.
âI'm glad you found a nice girl, Zuko.â Zuko jumped hearing his uncleâs voice, his face turning a dark shade of crimson.
Though if he was being honest, he was glad he found a nice girl too.
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"Nothing's New"
In which your partner is never going to pay attention to you, because theyâre too focused on their dead lover
Bellâs notes: âwriter bell goes too far with this fic-â im /j no ones gonna say that, angst powers pls work tho, like im asdlkfjawel;fjsd;jf;lska, i cant write dude, let me like, plan this out in my head before writing nonsense, LIKE BRO, feral over angst LORD, 100k likes and you get part 2 /jjjj, growling i love angst, MWHAHAHA, sorry ely, yuka, mhie, snob, and zee if you read this đđđ, i listened to âIT Girlâ while writing this đ, got carried away with Ayatoâs part oopsies, i believe Guizhong for the ladies but whatever đđđ, cut out Wanderer & Childe in the end because iâm TIRED, not proofread
Story details: Ayato lowkey a bitch, scratch that highkey, reader has self-doubt, Neuvilette doesnât mean to be mean he just ISSS, GUIZHONG DID NOTHING STOP MAKING HER THE ONE IN BLAME IN THESE ZHONGLI SCENARIOS, oh and I couldnât be bothered with Xiaoâs part like a quarter through heâs such a flexible yet straight character, itâs the way you can tell when I got lazy with each part, chance Xiao & Zhongli are gonna be ooc as iâve never written anything but short headcanons for them before
Characters & Triggers: Ayato, Neuvilette, Xiao, & Zhongli;Â reader has self-doubt, mention of death, mention of martial neglect
Reader details: female reader in Ayatoâs part is explicit. female reader in Neuviletteâs part can be interpreted with the way you read it. the other parts, however, shouldnât have a specified reader type. readerâs personality, race/ethnicity, height, physical descriptions, or anything of the sort is not mentioned. if anything is let me know and iâll edit it.Â
Ayato: No surprise the Yashiro Commissioner doesnât pay attention to his new wife, the one that he didnât marry first. You knew that he didnât love you, and most likely never would because you were, in fact, the second pick. Actually, it was probably in the hundreds based on the amount of marriage arrangement offers Ayato had gotten considering he was one of the biggest figures in Inazuma. It didnât matter, but he most likely picked you because your clan was a small one to put it lightly, so he most likely chose it, and you, because it wouldnât be a hassle with the press. But of course, he would choose the person and clan that seemed, âeasyâ. It hurt seeing some of the peopleâs sympathetic stares, such as Ayakaâs, Thomaâs, and a few of the older women working in the estate. You got used to the lack of greeting from Ayato when he got off work, the lack of warmth beside you at night. You found it hilarious, although you were hysteric at the time as you had just found out that Ayato was off that day and neglected to see you, that he never, ever laid down in the same bed as you. It doesnât matter no matter how hard you work around the estate, how long you sit up doing his work, which you soon quit once he yelled at you like a homeless dog, or even the distinct flower you made out of one of Ayatoâs favorite sweets that he ignored. Not even a glance at your general direction, either. After a while, you decided to do some digging on his past wife, only to find out that she was in fact near perfect. Perfect reputation, perfect everything, to put it shortly. Shortly after asking Ayaka what happened to her, by pulling the sad, guilty wife card, you found out she was a victim of an assassination attempt that turned into a success. Of course, Ayato and his perfect wife would only be torn apart by death. It was poetic, and it made you sick. So what were you to do but endure the slow torture that you and Ayatoâs marriage was? After all, nothing you could do could change how he felt about you.Â
Neuvillette: The famous hydro dragon, at least to those who knew his âsecretâ. His past lover, unfortunately, died before him, no doubt to his immortality. Of course, you would soon die, maybe in a few decades but, hey, it wasnât like he would miss you. You could only wait awake at night as Neuvillette went to fix himself his own meal, despite you staying up to cook him one and await for his return from work. Itâs not that was the only time he never paid attention to you, after all the man had most likely been grieving his wife for centuries at this point in time. So what were you to do besides stay and watch this man be emotionally constipated around you? Why did he even marry you in the first place, then? It couldnât be because his past wife resembled you, and it certainly wasnât because you both acted the same. Was it because he needed someone to cling to? I mean, you werenât exactly someone who seemed to not fit the criteria of a compassionate co-worker who would comfort Neuvillette in his times of distress. Did Neuvilette only come to you because you were his way of grieving? It would make partial sense, to cling to the nearest piece of comfort to help with the pain of loss. It made you feel like nothing but an object meant for his emotional wants, but in reality, thatâs all you ever are and will ever be to him.Â
Xiao: The famous adeptus long ago, had someone close to him. Shame they fell to waste during the archon wars, along with the other adepti. It was no surprise that everyone familiar with Liyue stories knew about the two of them together, which unfortunately included you. It didnât pain you that much until your oh-so-loveable boyfriend got distracted by two kids playing with a Xiao lantern and one of her. After that, it only devolved into more. The lack of visits to your room in the inn, the lack of responses whenever you left your little notes for him near your meet-up place, and the extreme lack of thank-you-notes whenever you left Xiao almond tofu. It didnât matter that you started to skip and completely ignore doing all of these things just to see if he would notice because the adeptus failed to appear in your room just to check in to see if you were okay. This behavior was unlike him, at least in the sense of him completely ignoring you. The only answer you could think of, that logically made sense, of course, was that he was reminded of his past loved one because of the run-in with the lanterns you two had while out in Liyue. So in terms, he seemed to disconnect with you because of the memories of his past significant other? You knew the adepti didnât die peacefully, you could tell that much from the stories, so it wouldnât be surprising if that also applied to Xiaoâs past lover. There was nothing you could do about it though, because if you knew Xiao, he wouldnât talk about her to you nor push her aside for you.
Zhongli: Guizhong. Of course, you were familiar with the name, everyone in Liyue was. Everyone might be a stretch considering the visitors and children, but the pointâs been made. Morax and Guizhong were close. Close in a sense of possibly having relationship affairs but that was only explicit to you because of the way your lover would glace at glaze lilies. You couldnât call him your lover, could you? Not with the way he would hum to the glaze lilies, the way his eyes would also drift away from you whenever you talked as you took strolls through Guilu Plains, and the way he would opt to tell stories of specific tales of his time as Morax, ones that included Guizhong in some way. It got to the point where you had to make up tasks that you had to do daily just to get away from the walks you two took, not to hear the different-yet-similar stories of Morax and totally not Guizhong. It was childish of you to be doing so, you had yourself convinced, as you couldnât blame Guizhong for any of it. She had no part of this besides well, besides being your number one stressor for the past few weeks. It was tiring yet somehow for the sake of not wanting a glare or side-eye from Zhongli about his stories, which you never thought youâd get that tired of hearing, you kept your mouth shut, despite how hard it was. You knew it would only take so much more, though, before you said something about it.Â
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Hi, I just read your two Jason fics and I love them. Could you write a daughter of Poseidon x Jason and maybe Percy being a overprotective brother. Thanks. Love you
â§Â° jason grace x daughter of poseidon! reader hcs °â§
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content: jason grace x daughter of poseidon! reader, platonic!percy jackson x reader
warnings:
a/n: guys, i reached 100 likes with just two posts omg you're amazing!!! so, i kinda got a few other requests waiting, but theyâre TOO good to make just headcannons or to be poorly written, so theyâll take a little while longer to be posted. nothing much, tho (i hope). enjoy!
Protective is an understatement.
Percy is literally the most protective brother ever, even if you're just one year younger than him.
He feels as if he's job to protect you from everything and everyone that could possibly think about hurting you.
So when you started hanging out more with him and his friends, he couldn't have made it more clear to all of them that you were completely and totally off limits.
But did this silly little rule stop Jason to date you?
Of course it did!
My baby is just too obedient and such a rule follower... poor boy
Anyways, you had to make the first move.
Even with that, he was pretty hesitant to do anything such as holding hands in public.
In reality, he wasn't afraid of Percy, he just didn't want the other boy to get mad with him.
So, one day, you called both Percy and Jason to have a very serious conversation in the Poseidon cabin.
Percy was, as usual, completely clueless about anything, so he just babbled with Jason.
Who, by the way, was a complete mess of blushing and stuttering.
You obviously thought it as endearing, cause it really was.
"You're probably wondering why i called you here today." you said, a wicked smile on your face.
Percy was hugged with his plushie (you had matching shark plushies, Dory and Nemo) while Jason wanted to dig a hole in the floor and never come back from it.
"What's up, sis? If it's something to do with missing chocolate, i have nothing to do with it." The dark haired boy said, smiling.
Little did he knew that smile was gonna fade in three seconds.
"Me and Jason, we're dating." You said, quickly.
Percy's face fell.
"W-what?" He asked, his eyes darkening.
"We're dating. Like, boyfriend and girlfriend."
"So... you're dating Jason. Not Leo?" Percy asked.
"No, why would i date Leo-" You were cut off by a grateful sigh coming from your brother's mouth.
"Thanks the gods. As long as it's not Leo, i can handle it."
Jason turned to him for the first time, as if he wasn't even believing the words he just heard.
"Just... break her heart and i'll break your neck." Percy said with a threatening smile and patted Jason's back, leaving the cabin.
Alright, enough of the Jackson drama, back to Blond Superman.
He's the literal sweetest person alive.
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Bro's whipped
And he took Percy's words as his life rules
He made his best to make you happy whenever you're with him
Like, literally anytime
Once you cried next to him cause a fish didn't talk to you (it was a plastic fish, but you were on ur period, okay?)
He literally took you to the beach so you could chat and gossip with the real fishes
And you were so happy he nearly melt at that sight
That's when he knew he had fell in love with you
Romantic dates EVERY WEEK
He bribes the Demeter kids to give him your favorite flowers every once in a while
He always keeps some sort of physical touch, doesn't matter if he's holding your waist, your hands, touching pinkies
You got the point
He's just too madly in love
For him, you're the most beatiful, unique, hot, perfect, powerful, hot, smart, hot, strong, HAVE I MENTIONED HOT, person in the whole world
Literally, he would kiss your feet if you asked him to
He's glad you don't, actually
He stopped eating anything that comes from the marine animals after you got together.
Like, absolutely anything
Oh, and i've mentioned this on a previous hc, but he literally pays for absolutely âševerythingâš
Like, honey, don't even come near your wallet
Oh, and he buys you lots of gifts constantly
From plushies to books to makeup to sketch books in case you like drawing
And he's totally a languages guy
And with your ADHD and dyslexia, he helps you a lot
And you help him with maths.
Of course, he always has a nickname for you.
"Hey, mermaid?"
"Hm?"
"I love you."
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no strings attached â genji shimada
NSFW!!! MINORS DNI!!!!
a/n: hello, first post on my new blog >:3 this note is gonna be long and ramble-y so feel free to skip it. to begin with, everything about this fic was unplanned. i never planned on my first post here being overwatch related, nor did i plan on it being porn, but here we are with overwatch porn. and then, i was only trying to write a short 1-2k word valentine's day smut, but it is 2 days after valentine's and this fic is 5.5k words long with layers like a cake. this is the first thing i've written for overwatch, and also the first smut i've written in 2 years, so i may be rusty. i hope you enjoy it anyway.
word count: 5.5k
tags/summary: porn with plot (kind of), mild angst?, idiots in love. you invite genji over, hoping that having sex with him would help you get over the annoying feelings you have for him. that doesn't happen for you.
warnings: no pronouns used for reader, female genitalia is vaguely described tho, unprotected sex
edited to add: this fic is now on my ao3 as well! thanks to @smol-dragon for reminding me :3
"damn it. fuck."
you lock your phone and squeeze your eyelids shut, forcing the screen out of your vision, and throw your head back against the pillow in frustration. this is so, so stupid, you tell yourself, and it is stupid, yet you can't let it go.
you were an adultâ you shouldn't be having inner turmoil about how you wanted to have sex with someone. it wasn't anything you hadn't done before, but for some reason, it was suddenly impossible to navigate.
"damn you, genji," you mutter, slapping one of your hands against your forehead.
this was all his fault. you'd never felt the urge to have sex with a coworker, honestly, the thought had never even crossed your mind... or at least, that was true until you met genji. you ignored your attraction to the cyborg at firstâ sure, he was nice to look at and had an alluring air of danger about him, but he was no different from cassidy in that regard. you figured whatever attraction you had to him would quickly dissipate into nothing, as it did with the cowboy, but to your dismay, it only grew stronger.
at first, you found yourself admiring the intricacy of his cybernetic body parts, and then his combat style. then, you found yourself staring at him for much longer, entranced by his form and the way he spoke.
genji himself did absolutely nothing to alleviate you of your newly-contracted disease. in fact, it almost seemed that he intentionally made it worse. he'd jump to your aid in combat, ghost his fingers across you in passing, and you caught him casting you lingering glances, though you could never tell what thoughts were going on behind his actions.
you told yourself it was probably nothing, that you were being delusional and trying to convince yourself that your crush (if you could call it that) was reciprocated. you were almost successful in convincing yourself to let it go, but the interaction between the two of you today not only reignited your thoughts of him, but intensified them.
genji had been in one of the sparring ranges at headquarters, dutifully practicing his aim, though you didn't really think it was necessary. you were observing, over-exaggerating your interest in his technique as an excuse to be around him, and offhandedly made a comment about wishing you could use a sword.
"i'd be happy to teach you," genji had replied.
you jumped at the offer, but severely overestimated yourself in terms of your sword-wielding capabilities. it looked easy, but maybe that was just because you'd only ever seen genji do it, and he made it seem effortless. after failing miserably, you were ready to crawl into a hole and die of embarrassment, but genji seemed determined to teach you.
he'd walked up behind you, using one hand to correct your posture, and the other to guide your hands into the correct position along the sword's hilt. you were almost literally on fire underneath his touch, and it was suddenly very difficult to focus on what you were doing.
"i think this might be a waste of time," you'd commented, staring down intently at the sword in your hands so genji couldn't see how red your face was. "i'm afraid i may be a difficult person to teach."
"i'll gladly teach you about anything you want to learn," genji said, standing entirely too close to you with his hands on your shoulder and wrist. "no matter how difficult you may be."
(y/n.exe has stopped working.)
you stared back at him, wide-eyed, with every functional part of your brain failing you. fortunately for you, your phone rang, interrupting the uncomfortable sexual tension that had suddenly filled the room. mercy was calling, requesting your help with something 'important'. after pretending you were really sorry for leaving so abruptly, you practically ran out of the room, silently thanking the doctor for calling you at the best possible time and giving you a get-out-of-jail free card.
you sat through the tactical meeting with mercy and tracer, though you had absolutely no helpful feedback to offer. your mind was fixed on genji the entire time, and your skin still felt hot from where his hands had been. i really need to get laid, you thought, this is pathetic.
now, even though it was hours later, you were still in the same predicament. try as you might, your brain absolutely refused to focus on anything or anyone besides genji. your television had long since blurred into background noise, bits and pieces of some stupid rom-com becoming the soundtrack to your turmoil.
maybe i should just text him... you think, for the millionth time. it was easy, or at least, it should have been easy. finding someone to screw wasn't usually this difficult for you, and you usually didn't care one way or another, but the thought of genji rejecting you was terrifying. even worse was the thought of having to see him again afterwards.
your mind goes back to the sparring range, and you swallow harshly. 'desperate' was never a word you'd use to describe yourself before, but now... when it came to genji, it was kind of an understatement.
"fuck it," you say aloud, swallowing your pride and unlocking your phone.
- hey. are you busy?
he starts typing immediately. how scary.
- i am not. do you need something?
- kind of. i have... a question.
"i am such a fucking loser," you mutter as you watch genji's text bubble appear on the screen.
- what is it?
suddenly, you didn't want to ask anymore. maybe you could go out for drinks with cassidy instead of doing this. you stare blankly at the screen for a while.
- ???
- actually, nevermind. it's embarrassing.
- surely no worse than your attempt at swordsmanship?
- sorry, that was a joke.
- wow, okay. definitely not asking now :'(
- come on.
- okay. do you wanna...
- have sex? with me?
you watch in horror as he starts typing, then stops, then starts again.
- are you serious?
- that is entirely dependent on your answer.
- why... are you asking me?
- i don't know how to answer that.
- i'm definitely taking that as a no.
- i didn't say that.
- well, you didn't say yes either...
- i'm not sure i understand what you're getting at here
- not sure what you mean by that. i'm just asking to have sex
- for the record, i'm not expecting you to be my boyfriend or anything
- just a one time thing. no strings attached
- no strings attached? lol
- okay
okay? okay? what the hell was 'okay' supposed to mean?
- are you there?
- yes. an answer?
- if you're gonna say no i'd like to go ahead and get it over with so that i can go get drunk enough to forget my shame lmao
- that won't be necessary.
- the answer is yes. obviously
your heart almost stops beating for a second. surely this, too, was a joke.
- seriously? like... actually?
- ...
- yes?
- wow! unexpected.
- are you free? like... tonight, maybe?
- i'll be there. 20 minutes?
twenty minutes? was that enough time to prepare? you immediately scramble out of bed to your dresser, searching for something risqué to wear. you owned an obscene amount of lingerie, but for some reason, none of it seemed good enough for the occasion.
you knew enough about genji's past to know that he'd been with more than his fair share of people, and though you weren't inexperienced by any means, it had been a whileâ most of your time had been dedicated to overwatch lately. you were sure that the names and faces of genji's old lovers blurred together, and although you specifically said 'no strings attached', you wanted to make the best possible impression. even if you never slept together again, you wanted to be memorable, at the very least.
eventually, you realize you're running short on time and opt to put on your personal favorite set. it had never steered you wrong before. you quickly change into it and throw on an oversized hoodie with some random game logo on itâ very basic, you noted, but you didn't want to look like you were trying too hard, although you definitely were.
after checking the time, you wander aimlessly around the house waiting for genji to arrive. you definitely weren't nervously pacing from room to room, overanalyzing every aspect of this situationâ no, that is not at all what you were doing. before long, you hear a knock at the door. your anxiety spikes through the roof, but you do your best to get a hold of yourself as you walk to the foyer to let genji in.
when you open the door, you see genji, as expected, and he looks the same as always. there was nothing special about his outfit (because why would there be?) and you're very glad you didn't decide to wear something over-the-top. he's also wearing a mask, as usual, but you can actually see his eyes with this one.
"i like your shirt," he says casually. "good game."
you blink at him, having been completely lost in the crimson pools of his irises.
"oh, yeah, it is," you reply, nodding in affirmation. "um, come inside."
he laughs quietly as he steps through the doorway, and you furrow your brows at him in confusion, but decide to ignore it and move on. you lead genji through the house, mentally grasping for straws as to where to go from here. to be honest, you didn't think you'd get this far, so you're at a complete loss.
"sorry, i feel like this feels really weird. i don't usually... sleep with my coworkers," you explain as you reach the bedroom.
genji's eyes are fixed on you, and despite having a clear view of them, you still can't tell what he's thinking. it proves to be very anxiety-inducing.
"i didn't think you did," he says.
"thanks? i think?" you reply, unsure of how else to react. "i'm going to warn you that this might actually go really, really badly, because i haven't slept with anyone in a while, and you kind of make me really nervous, and i also don'tâ"
you're cut off by genji moving closer to you and moving his hand towards your face. the action causes your words to vanish and your train of thought to come to a screeching halt. you stare at him with wide eyes as he moves a stray strand of hair from your face and brushes it behind your ear.
"i make you nervous?" he asks, an amused tone to his question. "you? nervous?"
you can feel heat rush to your cheeks, and you're hyper-aware of his hand lingering near your face, but despite this you try your best to sound cool. "yeah, i know, it's pretty hard to believe! but it's true."
genji laughs. "you're funny."
"i am?"
"yeah," he replies. his dark eyes are sparkling a bit, and although you can't see it, you can tell that he's smiling beneath the mask.
you look away from his face, your gaze falling to his hand. it's still in the air, close enough to your cheek that you can feel the warmth, but not quite touching you. he seems... strangely hesitant to touch you, so you decide to take the initiative.
genji's eyes widen a bit as you reach out and cup his face, brushing your thumb across the sleek metal of his mask.
"are you planning to keep this on?" you ask.
genji freezes in place, visibly caught off guard by your question. "iâ"
you giggle at his reaction. "hey, no pressure. it doesn't matter to me. i'll still think you're hot either way."
"i fear you'll change your mind about that," he mutters.
you frown, unsure of what to say. "there really isn't anything that could make me change my mind about you, genji. but seriously, do whatever you're comfortable with."
he makes a quiet noise in response, and you can see in his eyes that he's thinking carefully about what to do. after a few seconds of silence, he holds your wrist and moves it away with one hand, then carefully removes his mask with the other. you can't help but stare, not only because you're surprised that he actually chose to remove his mask, but because he's even better looking than you had imaginedâ scars and all.
he looks at you, eyes filled with uncertainty, and clearly a bit uncomfortable.
"you're staring. sorry to disappoint. i can put it back on, if you'd prefer..." he says quietly, as if he's ashamed. it's sad, enough so to distract you from your mission of keeping things clean and simple.
you shake your head and wrap your arms around his neck, staring up at him with a reassuring smile. "i'd prefer if you didn't, actually. i can't believe you didn't tell me you were so good-looking underneath that mask."
"i... don't think that's a term i'd use. not anymore, at least," he says, not meeting your gaze. "but i'm glad that you think so."
genji hesitantly puts his hands on your hips, his eyes fixed on the logo on your hoodie. he doesn't seem to know how to react to your compliments, but there's a shy smile on his face nonetheless.
"i mean, i thought you were hot enough before. it never occurred to me that you could manage to be even hotter," you tell him with a smirk.
he looks up at you, blushing profusely, and you're filled with a sense of satisfaction. "i, um, didn't realize you felt so strongly about me."
you look away, deciding to ignore that comment, and begin to trail one of your hands from his neck to his collarbone, then down his abdomen, which was unfortunately covered by his clothes.
"well, the mask is off. that's one thing down," you say, toying with the hem of his hoodie. "just a few more to go."
genji doesn't hesitate to reach down and tug off the hoodie, discarding it on the floor. he wasn't wearing a shirt underneath, and he also wasn't wearing his usual metal plating. his right arm and part of his right upper torso are still made of flesh, as well as most of his midsection. the left side of his body is cybernetic, but it ends just above his hips. you find yourself staring at the intricate and seamless fusion of metal and muscle, your attention focusing in on the sharp outline of his hip bones.
a question pops into your head, but you don't have the audacity to say it out loudâ is his dick cybernetic? the thought had never occurred to you before, but you also had never seen just how much of him was still made of skin and bone. honestly, it didn't matter to you either way, but it was an interesting thought. guess i'll find out soon, you think.
genji is staring at you with a strange look on his face, and you're suddenly worried you may have said something out loud.
"something wrong?" he asks. "you look... confused."
"i do?" you ask, surprised. "i was just... curious. about the cybernetic stuff. i've never really seen it up close."
"i see."
you walk over to the bed and climb on top of it, beckoning genji over to you. he follows, but stands still beside you.
"come here," you say, reaching for his hand. "i want a closer look."
he smirks and nods, quickly climbing into the bed and positioning himself on his knees between your legs. you trace the outline of his abs, running your fingers along the border of skin and metal, taking in every detail, and then you realize that he's staring at you again.
"what?" you ask.
"you're overdressed," he says. "i want to look at you, too."
"oh," you pause, realizing that you were in fact still (mostly) fully clothed. "you can take the hoodie off."
genji's hands immediately move to pull at your top. you reposition yourself to make it easier, and you watch as he tosses it into the now-growing pile on the floor alongside his own jacket.
you can hear his breathing grow shallow, and you look back up at him nervously. he's staring down at you with wide, dark eyes, with his hands clenched into fists atop his thighs.
"damn," he breathes. "you're... really the most attractive person i've met."
it's not as though you had notably low self-esteem or anything, but genji's reaction was far more than you expected, and the attention makes you feel embarrassed.
"that definitely feels like flattery, but i'll let it slide," you reply. you're mostly teasing him, but you're also kind of seriousâ 'most attractive person i've met' is an extremely bold statement to make, especially coming from someone with a track record like genji's.
"flattery? you really think so?" genji asks, seeming to be genuinely taken aback by the accusation.
"mm, it doesn't really matter," you reply, desperate to cut this conversation off before it derails. come on, y/n do not get your feelings involved in this, damn it.
genji leans over you, propping himself up with one arm and lifting your chin with the other. he stares at you with an intimidating intensity, but you can't bring yourself look away from him.
"i'm not that kind of man anymore," he says, his tone serious. you look down at his lips, and before you can form a response, he kisses you.
the kiss is just as intense as the stare he'd been giving you, and it takes a moment for you to register that it's even happening. once you kiss him back, it grows into something more needy. his tongue finds its way into your mouth, and you try your hardest to suppress a whine. you reach to tangle your fingers in his hair and subtly pull his body closer to yours, while genji cups your face with his free hand, the cool metal a stark contrast to the heat radiating from your cheeks.
the kiss seems to go on forever, progressively becoming more sensual. you're so lost in the moment that you temporarily forget that you need to breathe. eventually, both of you pull away for air, lips slightly puffed, and eyes half-open, filled with desire.
you press one of your hands against genji's chest, the other still toying with his hair. he's slumped against you, now leaning against his elbow instead of his hand. your body is flush against his, and you can feel his hard-on pressing against you. you softly grind your hips against him, creating just enough friction to cause you both to inhale sharply.
genji looks down at you, his eyes slowly grazing over your body. he sits up, leaning back on his haunches, looking as though he was deep in thought.
"genji?"
your voice doesn't draw his attention back to your face, but he responds, brows still furrowed. "yeah?"
"touch me," you tell him, almost begging. "please."
he smirks. "sure."
he leans back over you, his face so close to yours that you can see every detail of the scars that paint his skin. the two of you stare into each others eyes, and he pushes your underwear aside without even glancing down. his human hand cups your face, and the metal one assumes its position between your legs.
the sensation of cool, smooth metal against your clit elicits a gasp from you, and genji seems hesitant. he draws his hand back, staring down at it with a forlorn expression.
"sorry," he says. "i... kind of forgot."
you reach for his wrist and pull his hand back to where it had been, shaking your head.
"no, it's fine. you don't need to apologize," you tell him. he still looks unsure, but he doesn't argue.
genji toys with your clit with expert precision, and as much as you enjoy it, your patience starts to wane. as if he can tell, he directs his attention elsewhere, carefully and almost hesitantly inserting two of his fingers into you. you whimper at the feeling, clenching around the unfamiliar texture. it's an entirely new feelingâ putting metal there was never something you thought to do, nor did you ever really imagine what it would feel likeâ but it's good. it's obvious that genji is worried he'll hurt you, or that you won't like it, and you have what you hope will be an easy solution to his concerns.
you bite your lip, looking up at him with your best 'fuck me' eyes, and let go of the restraint you were trying to show. you didn't want to look desperate, but clearly he needed more reassurance that you wanted thisâ that you wanted him. a string of swear words, interrupted by panting and lewd noises, leaves your mouth, and you rut your hips against his hand, urging him to go deeper.
it seems to work. the dark look that was lingering on genji's face was replaced with a spark, and his movements become more free, no longer limited by the shackles of his insecurity. his well-earned confidence starts to shine through, and you smile in satisfaction, but only for a moment. with genji now seemingly returned to his former playboy glory, you find yourself unable to think straight, too busy writhing under his touch, crying out his name and clenching at the sheets.
"i could get used to hearing you say my name like that," genji comments, a teasing grin on his face.
oh god, please shut up, you think. it was almost as if he wanted you to fall in love with him or something, which was definitely not a part of your planâ in fact, it was the exact opposite of what you wanted.
"don't... sayâ fuck," you want to tell him not to say things like that, but you're overwhelmed with the feeling of your fast-approaching orgasm. what unfortunate timing. "gonna cum."
genji picks up the pace, unable to decide if he wants to look at your face or at his fingers as he pumps them in and out of you. you attempt to clench your thighs together, though genji's body blocks the action, and as you come undone, he decides the best thing for him to look at is your expression.
you squirm beneath genji, eyes squeezed shuts and knuckles turning white from the force with which you're grasping at your bedsheets. he watches carefully, taking in every minute detail of the way you look when you cum, while still fucking his fingers into you as you ride out the high of your orgasm. once you still, he slides his fingers out, the matte grey now slick and shiny. you open your eyes just in time to watch him pop his fingers in his mouth. he looks back at you through half-lidded eyes, a devious smirk on his face as he watches your already blown-out pupils widen at his actions. to add icing to the cake, he licks his lips, and suddenly you think 'wow, i'd let him do anything to me'.
"god," you mutter, shifting awkwardly. you were trying to rub your thighs together at the thoughts coursing through your mind, but genji was in the way.
you trail your eyes along his body, coming to a halt at the bulge in his joggers. you reach for the waistband of his pants, tugging them down to the middle of his thigh, but the position he was sitting in prevented you from getting them any further. genji climbs off of the mattress and yanks his pants and boxers off himself, then proceeds to do the same with your underwear. the intensity of the hunger between the two of you was so thick it was almost physical, and you can't pull your eyes away from him.
to your surprise, his dick was made of flesh. not that you had any complaints either wayâ it was just unexpected. you take a moment to admire him, then reach out to pull him back into the bed with you. genji resumes his position between your legs, lifting them up so that your knees are at your chest. the two of you both look down, watching in anticipation as he slides inside of you. he slowly pushes himself in farther, continuing until he bottoms out.
you both moan, almost in sync, at the sensation, and make eye contact again. genji positions his arms on either side of your head and touches his forehead to yours, staring into your eyes, as you dig your nails into his shoulder. one of your hands finds its way back to his hair, gently tugging at the spiky black tufts, keeping him as close to you as you could.
it doesn't take long for genji to find a good rhythm, his thrusts deep and and on the slower side. each movement coaxes noises out of youâ his name, mostly, but a few mewls and downright pornographic-sounding moans as well. he kisses you again, lustful and passionate, and slides his hand into your hair to cradle your head. he pulls away, trailing kisses from your jawline to your collarbone, a few of which will surely leave some faint marks. you're not worried about that thoughâ the only person who'd have the gall to comment on it was cassidy, anyways.
"you sound so pretty," he mumbles into your neck.
your breath catches in your throat at his words, and your grip on his hair tightens slightly. he sounded so so hot, it sent a shiver down your spine. "mm," is the only response you can manage.
one particular thrust hits perfectly, and you short-circuit, digging your nails deep into genji's shoulder and whimpering his name. he lifts his head to look you in the eye, his eyes honing in on your lips. his movement becomes more insistent, and he kisses you again, muffling your moans.
for the next few minutes, the only sounds in the room were that of your needy whines, genji's panting and occasional grunts, and the soft skin-on-skin contact. genji was surprisingly much more gentle than you'd anticipated, affection dripping from every action. it was enough to make you start to feel a bit of regret about the whole 'one time only' spiel, but you couldn't really focus on that when he was looking at you, and touching you, and fucking you the way he was.
with the stimulation of genji inside of you, and the way he was purring praise and sweet nothings into your ear in between the barrage of kisses, it didn't take long for you feel your climax coming up. from the way genji was beginning to become more shaky and haphazard in his movements, you could tell the same was true for him.
"genji," you whisper. "i'm gonna cum."
he hums in response, furrowing his brow. "me too."
a few seconds of silence pass, and then genji looks... lost. "uh, where should i...?"
"wherever you want," you say, not really thinking. 'inside' was the first thing that came to mind, but that felt weird to say. was it weird to ask your coworker cum inside you? yeah, probably, but it couldn't be any weirder than the fact that you were having such intimate, needy sex with your coworker in the first place, right?
genji slows down and looks at you with wide eyes. "what? no preference?"
"um, i mean," you cut yourself off, biting your lip to suppress a moan. "i was gonna say inside, but like... up to you."
"are you serious? you want me to..."
so it was weird, you think, instantly regretting that you spoke. "do whatever you want."
genji stops moving, and you let out a pitiful involuntary whine.
"i'm asking, what do you want?"
does he want me to spell it out for him? you wonder. fuck it.
"i... want you to cum in me, genji," you say, looking him in the eye with a serious expression. you ignore the fact that your cheeks are almost literally burning, and also opt to ignore the little voice in your head chastising you for being so awkward.
a choked noise escapes him, and his face turns pink. he promptly hides himself in the crook of your neck again. after a few more thrusts, you can feel the burning pleasure of your orgasm reaching its peak, prompting you to cling tightly to genji. he leans back to watch, and as you clench around him, he loses his composure as well. a soft chorus of each others' names and 'fuck' fills the room as genji fucks you through your orgasm, neither of you breaking eye contact. genji leans in for another kiss as he cums. this time is somehow even more passionate than the others, and you immediately miss him when he leans back and pulls out.
you almost let an 'i love you' slip out, but immediately realize how stupid that would be, and opt to just shut your mouth entirely instead. a silence falls over the room, with the both of you breathing heavily and casting shy glances at one another as if you didn't just have passionate, unprotected sex. genji moves first, sliding into the bed beside you and propping his head up on his hand.
this is definitely going beyond what this was supposed to be, you tell yourself, but really, you're not mad about it. sure, the plan was originally for you guys to have meaningless sex and then pretend it never happened, but that plan started to crumble almost as soon as he walked through your door. you were still worried that you were reading too far into itâ maybe he was like this with everyone he slept with.
"can i... be honest with you?" he asks. you nervously look over at him, an overwhelming sense of dread filling your stomach.
"yeah, of course," you reply casually. acting calm and collected when you were pretty sure you were about to hear something you really didn't want to hear was a trait you'd quickly adapted as an overwatch agent, and damn, were you thankful for it right now.
"i... haven't been with anyone in a long time," he admits. "like... since the accident."
you stay quiet. you're unsure of what to say, and you can tell he's not done talking, anyway.
"i couldn't fathom anyone wanting to be with me, considering... you know," genji sighs and averts his eyes. "i've liked you for so long, but i didn't think you'd be interested in me at all. i'm... barely even human."
you're still quiet, trying your best to process what he's saying.
"oh, yeah, sorry. i know you said this was a one time thing, and that's fine. i just thought you should know that you treating me like a person... and making me feel wanted... it means a lot," he continues. "even if it was just sex, i enjoy being around you."
"i'm... really in over my head," you mutter, mostly to yourself. "this is really unexpected, honestly. like, all of it. everything."
genji's face falls, and you realize that you misspoke. he shifts uncomfortably and starts to sit up, obviously preparing to leave. you reach for his arm, wrapping your hand carefully around the metal.
"not unwelcome, just unexpected. i... didn't want to get feelings involved because i was sure they wouldn't be returned," you explain. "you seemed kind of unapproachable. i was taking a shot in the dark."
genji laughs a little. "i seem to give that impression. it's not really the case... or at least, not with you."
you gently pull him back to your side, holding his face in your hands and giving him a quick kiss. you can't find the words to convey the emotions you feel, so you hope that touch would suffice. he presses his forehead against yours and wraps an arm around your waist, and the two of you just lay there, basking in each others' presence. this was... an unplanned turn of events, but you were much happier with this outcome.
"hmm. so much for the whole 'no strings attached' thing, huh?" you say quietly. "looks like there's definitely strings. lots of them."
genji laughs again, and you find your heart skipping a beat at the look on his face. yeah, there were so many strings tethering this man to your heart. you wanted to tell yourself that weren't sure how exactly you ended up like this, but the moment you saw him take off his mask and show you his most well-kept secret, you knew there was much more than sexual attraction there, and that there was no going back.
"thank you," genji says, pulling you out of your trance. "for... overlooking my flaws, liking me as i am. you're truly the most beautiful person i know."
you smile at him, feeling your heart quite literally melt at the way he's looking at you.
"you're beautiful, genji," you tell him. and he was. the scars and metal that made up his body weren't flawsâ they were a part of him, therefore they were beautiful, too. they weren't something you had to overlook to find him captivating, but you'd tell him all about that at another time.
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Edmund discovers something new in Narnia. Or is it new? Lucy seems to be just unimpressed.
pairing/s: edmund pevensie x fem!mage!reader
warnings/other info: reader is implied to be also human but has magical capabilities? edmund a bit of an ignorant (lucy calls him one + an idiot). edmund bumps into reader. usual pevensie sibling banter. the fic itself might be a bit shit too, sorry
genre: fluff, strangers-to-friends
word count: 1,183
a/n: this is just something to get my writing brain working after going missing for ages lol (sorry) i got so so so caught up with my final exams n everyone leaving for uni and skdhkjgasjkdda but i'm better now and have more free time so hopefully i don't abandon you guys again (not gonna promise anything tho) - requests and questions r open!
Edmund remembers the day so vividly.
Susan had just been berating him about his king-ly duties. Almost demanding him to finish them. If Edmund's being honest, he would say she probably was. And he was growing sick â annoyed, actually â at Susanâs constant reminders. And itâs not like he doesnât even finish them on time. He simply has his own pace.
He was getting close to snapping at his older sister, and from what his brain allows him to remember â snapping at now Queen Susan was worse than Finchley Susan.
So he simply scoffed, standing up from his seat, heading out of the castle â desperate for some fresh air.
With his satchel with him, he decided to walk around town. Greeting Narnians here and there, occasionally stopping by stands to feed his own curiosity. He even remembers picking up another book, one he now keeps on his nightstand to read when he canât go to bed.
What had been so significant about the day was stumbling onto something â someone, rather â who he swears he had not met before.
âOh! I sincerely apologise your majesty. I wasnât looking where I was going. Although, I am in a rush so... Iâll see you around!â
The moment was too quick for Edmund to register. Only a couple moments after did he realise the voice that had just spoken to him. Accent almost too familiar to just be Narnian. He whipped his head around, watching as the same person rushes through the busy workings of the town, impressively dodging obstacles along their way.
Now on present day, his attempts at convincing his siblings that there is a new citizen in town are going nowhere. Peter seems to have just started ignoring him, Susan the same, and Lucy⊠Lucy is just unimpressed.
âHave you really just met the healing mage, Ed? Really?â
âI swear Lu sheâsâ wait, healing mage?â
Lucy sighs, looking at Susan for back up. The older girl only shrugs, leaving her to herself and when she looked at Peter, the man was already chuckling.
Edmund observes the exchange happening before him, confusion clouding his mind.
âCan someone just catch me up on whatâs going on? Please?â he practically begs.
âThatâs Y/N youâre talking about, you ignorant idiot. And sheâs not new. She moved here â appeared rather, a few months ago when you were out for diplomacy. I guess you really just havenât bumped into her before.â
âWhat do you mean appeared? Is she a daughter of Eve toââ
âI think thatâs a question for you to ask her Edmund. It seems you have been ignoring the sole person keeping Narnians healthy.â
The next day, Edmund woke up early to deliver a basket of herbs. It was meant to be Lucyâs job, one that she personally does every week and the same job Edmund questioned but never asked about. Well, now heâs about to get his answers and Lucy argues itâs an excuse for him to finally meet the mage.
He follows the path with white lilies per Lucyâs instructions.
âY/N loves lilies, especially white ones.â She had added.
As soon as he felt that he was getting lost, a small cottage appears just a few more lilies away.
He had to pause in his step. It was quaint, the cottage looking like it was out of a fairy-tale the way nature surrounded it. Not that Edmund can say that anymore, the way he and his siblings made it to Narnia proved too good to be true at first.
His admiration was cut short when he heard the door swinging open, revealing no one else but the same person he had bumped into the day before. Only this time, Edmund can see her clearly and she is no longer in a rush. He continued watching, his presence seemed to be unknown as Y/N continued fussing around her front garden. Her mouth was moving, seemingly talking to the greenery.
Edmund takes a step forward, slowly making out the words coming out of her mouth as he gets closer.
âCome on Thistle! We havenât got all day! And Lokas, please tell me thatâs not a ruby in your hand?! Oh please, I already told youââ
âHello!â
The young girlâs erratic dialogue came to a stop. Her body looking like it froze in place as she gawks at Edmund. The creatures below her were no different. Edmund had just realised she was surrounded by not only nature, but creatures alike â faeries and pixies, gnomes of almost all ages, and pixies.
She blinks. Once. Twice.
Finally gaining her senses back, she straightens herself up and smiles. âGood morning, your majesty! I wasnât expecting you today.â
Edmund could only smile, raising the basket he still had in his hold. âNeither did I. Unfortunately, Lucy had some emergency duties to run this morning so I offered to do her plant delivery.â
âOh! Thatâs very thoughtful of you your majesty, but you shouldnât have. I wouldâve picked it up myself at the castle anyway.â
She had now gotten closer, leaving her front gate open as she accepts the basket from Edmund, a sudden gasp escaping her lips as she does so. âOh! Where are my manners. Iâm Y/N, your majesty. I shouldâve done that sooner.â
âConsider us two even. After-all, I am the one here only just hearing about you and your job as the kingdomâs healer.â
Y/N laughs. âAnd oh, please, just call me Edmund.â
âIs that the king I see again?â
The faeryâs question had Y/N looking up from her cauldron, confused. After making sure her current concoction was not going to blow up anytime soon, she pats her hands dry on her apron as she makes her way to the same table where Thistle was currently hovering. Her brows furrow as she makes out Edmund walking towards her cottage.
âIt sure is Thistle. I wonder what heâs here for.â
She exits her own home, a smile â although a bit sceptical â forming on her face. Edmund smiles back, walk turning into a slight jog as he gets closer. âI didnât think youâd be back so soon, Edmund. I hope everythingâs alright at the castle.â
Worry replaces her confusion. The only reason a member of the castle, the king rather, would personally pay her a visit would be because something had gone wrong and they needed her help. âOh! Donât worry. Everything is well in shape. I was just⊠bored. Yeah, bored.â
Y/N nods, sensing the growing nervousness of the young king.
âBored, you say?â
âYes.â
âAnd you decided to come here?â
âYes.â
Is it bad to tease your royal highnesses a bit?
âTo my small cottage?â
Surely not.
âYesâŠâ
âWhere you could have easily done, I donât know â fencing or riding on your horse. You know, like what other kings do?â
âYesâŠ?â
Her smile turns into a smirk, finding amusement in the way Edmund began questioning his own answers. She chuckles, allowing Edmund to relax â a nervous laugh escaping himself. âIâm only teasing. Would you like to come in, Edmund?â
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A fic where bakuhoe goes all ape shit because izuku flirts with reader pwease đ„șđ„șđ„ș
a/n i got u. tho katsuki is pretty hard to write hope i did it well
warnings gn!reader, unnecessary amount of cursing (curtesy of bakugou), established relationship, wc 1k
katsuki prides himself on being observant.
heâs gonna be a fucking hero; he would be a shitty one if he was oblivious to whatâs going on around him. itâs why heâs proud to call himself aware of things that most people miss.
unfortunately, this includes shitty fucking deku having the hots for you.
âthat was amazing, l/n-san! todoroki-kun didnât even realize what was going on until you caught him!â deku has been gushing about your victory since you came back, and youâre overwhelmed by the sheer brightness radiating off the boy.
you duck your head. âha, you think so? i didnât expect it to work, honestlyâŠâ
deku has the fucking nerveâthe fucking nerve, that jackassâto take your hands and interweave it with his, showing off how earnest he is with his words. âit worked perfectly, your strategy could work against heroes with quirks as powerful as todoroki-kunâs!â
a vein pops on katsukiâs temple.
he grits his teeth, steam coming off his ears. âiâm gonna fucking kill the nerd,â he proclaims, spoken like a man on a bloody mission.
raise your white flags, everyone, because bakugou katsuki, the great explosion murder god dynamight, is gonna blow up this shitty town to smithereens and leave only y/n standing.
kaminari sweat-drops, slammed on the face with his friendâs unadulterated fury. he just canât handle katsukiâs pheromones. âyou arenât even sparring with him, dude. what are you talking about?â
the grin that katsuki flashes is what blossoms nightmares for everyone within the vicinity. âfuckinâ watch me.â
deku can do whatever he wants, but if it involves you? well, katsuki wonât be able to help but step in.
somehow, katsuki ends up sparring against deku, running high on anger and also to prove that he is better than this nerd. unsurprisingly, katsuki won.
(he shouldâve known it wouldnât end there.)
âoi, bakugou, did you just come back?â
katsuki grunts in agreement, shouldering past kirishima who never wavers and continues to trail after him. the blond scans the area, ruby eyes piercing the poor souls who make eye contact with him.
âshitty hair, whereâs y/n?â he asks, immediately in a pissy mood because you told him youâd be at the common room after heâs done hitting the gym.
âum.â kirishima hesitates. katsuki narrows his eyes at him and kirishima chokes on a nervous laugh.
âwhat the fuck is it,â katsuki demands. heâs not panickingâheâs not.
kaminari, with his mouth full of food, starts speaking, âi saw y/n go with midoriya to his room!â kaminari is missing the warning wide-eyed looks sero and mina are throwing him. âtheyâve been there for a while now. wonder what theyâre doingâŠâ
katsuki stares. the atmosphere thickens as everyone falls silent. âha?â
âdenki,â mina hisses.
kirishima, ever the savior, reaches out to hold his arm, but katsuki evades before he can even touch him. âwait, wait, bakubro, iâm sure theyâre not really doing anythingââ
âshut the fuck up!â he barks, stomping away from the common room to make his way to shitty nerdâs room.
now, katsuki doesnât usually consider himself the murderous type. heâs all die, die, die but itâs just blatant hostility, itâs not like he goes around killing classmates. youâre probably not into that.
deku, however? deku who had the nerve to invite you to his room while katsukiâs out? well, he better start one for all to get away as soon as possible because once katsuki reaches his goddamn door things are going to happen and it is not going to be fucking pretty, and fuck what anyone thinksâ
katsuki slams the door open, brows knitted together furiously. âoi, what the fuck are you two nerds doingâ!â
he cuts himself off, blinking at the sight of you and deku sitting next to each other.
deku quirks an eyebrow, looking surprisingly disappointed at the sight of katsukiâand thatâs when itâs confirmed. the nerd was looking to get alone time with you! the thought makes him want to bash dekuâs head on the wall right now.
âoh, katsuki!â you brighten. katsukiâs chest starts doing some weird things he tries his best to ignore in favor of glaring so hard at the green-haired dipstick. âdid you just come back?â
âyeah,â katsuki answers albeit gruffly.
âkacchan, what are you doing in my room?â deku asks slowly.
just the thought of you alone with midoriya motherfucking izuku pisses him off to a deeply personal level.
he snarls at deku. âyou fuckingâŠâ
you stand up andâthank godâaway from deku. âwhat? wait, whatâs going on?â
âshitty nerd!â
deku jumps at the noise, throwing a worried glance at you that you miss in lieu of staring worriedly at katsuki.
that was the last straw.
explosions spark in his palms. âYOU SHITTY FUCKING PISS ON A SHITRAG GET YOUR HANDS OFF BEFORE I EXPLODE YOUR FUCKING FACE INSIDE OUTââ
âkacchan! that doesnât even make any sense!â deku cries out, moving hastily to push you behind himâbut katsuki is faster, and how dare this nerd assume that katsuki would be so reckless as to hurt you!
a slam. footsteps scurrying around.
âHAAAAH!? your face wonât make sense once iâm done with you, fucking asswipe of a dickbagâcome here!â
âwhere are you even getting those words!?â
âguys, stop!â you yell, effectively silencing both their mouths and their quirks that are starting to pop out of their skins. âyouâre going to wake up everyone else if you keep going.â
katsuki snarls, tugging you to his chest with an arm around your waist. âget your hands off, deku. if i see you with y/n againââ
you snort, patting katsukiâs cheek. âkatsuki, i thought we were keeping it secret?â
âand have shitty nerd flirting with you? fuck. no. this is the fucking line.â
âaw, you were jealous?â
deku squints, glancing between your bewildered face and katsukiâs possessive expression. âwhatâŠâ he turns red. âw-w-wait, are you twoâŠâ
ây/nâs fucking boyfriend,â katsuki sneers, âand husband when we fucking get out of this shitholeâgot that, nerd? not a chance for you.â
âwhat!â you whirl in on katsuki, eyes round. âyouâre planning to propose to me?â
katsuki stares, one pale eyebrow cocked. âare you gonna fuckinâ reject me or some shit?â
the entirety of UA learned not to make moves on that l/n from 1-A ever again, unless they wanted to face the wrath of bakugou katsuki. (they do not.)
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thank u @zenstrike for the tag <333333333 i see ur mic and i'm elated about it
1. how many works do you have on ao3?
185! but i haven't updated in like a week and a half so we're probably closer to 190
2. whatâs your total ao3 word count?
556,104. i am very excited to watch it jump up when i finally finish my longfic teehee
3. what fandoms do you write for?
literally just voltron lol. well not counting baby me's wattpad lol. i started writing almost two years ago and just went ham basically. i've been intentionally avoiding things that i know i will get hyperfixated on bc i don't want to stop my writing obsession lol
4. what are your top five fics by kudos?
ooooou i'm excited to check. i know it's changed quite a bit over time. i usually sort them by hits!
i will grind you to sand (beneath my louboutin heels) [voltron, 2573 words]: bamf lance fic where i give him a revolver and let him go ham basically
mr. snuggles [voltron, 1656 words]: one of my very earliest fics! lance, lover of weirdo animals, finds a demonic cat-sized spider and adopts it despite his friend's freakouts
he might not look like he gets bitches (but honey that dick was eleven inches) [voltron, 1136 words]: this one is so dorky lol but it's just secret relationship klance coming to light in the most embarrassing possible way
does anyone know where the love of god goes (when the waves turn the minutes to hours) [voltron, 4283]: a canon divergence au where lance is a seer and convinces the skeptics on his team of his abilities by ending the war
this is the part of me that you're never gonna ever get away) [voltron, 3262 words]: a lance & shiro hurt/comfort with a small autistic lance character study! i'm very proud of this one
5. do you respond to comments?
i definitely do on tumblr! it's one of the first things i do when i wake up actually. on ao3, though...i'm pretty sure i have about eight hundred unanswered comments sitting in my inbox đ it's an ongoing issue
6. whatâs the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
i'm almost sure it's this post-game show lance leaving fic, because i got comments and asks for weeks begging me to write a happy ending lol. but this fic from the hana universe, from when keith is little and shiro is fighting for custody and they haven't figured things out yet. that one is sad. this dream pov adashi fic is also sad and has no happy ending bc, you know. shiro is in space and adam thinks he's dead and everything. my loneliest series is also still in progress and as such there is no happy ending. and this is my earliest angsty-ending fic with MCD
7. whatâs the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
oh god pretty much everything i write has a happy ending?? if iâm being serious?? frankly i donât do a lot of linear plot. i just write Scenes that are vaguely connected. BUT my h2o fic had a plot that ended happily, as did my cowboy fic, but truly iâm more of a slice of life kinda gal. all my active wips are plot-driven, though, and i plan for all of them to end happily.
8. do you get hate on fics?
oh god yeah. i get it on brown eyed lance, autistic lance, adhd keith, allura just in general (are you sensing a pattern), my refusal to use readmores, and lately just some demands for me to write differently/more?? most of it is just funny so i post it to goof on it lol, but some of it i just delete and pout about until i forget about it đ
9. do you write smut? if so, what kind?
yes and itâs nasty and i will literally never ever post it. although i guess iâve written some softer stuff thatâs more allusion than anything, like in my loneliest series.
10. do you write crossovers? whatâs the craziest one youâve written?
not anymore, but i did when i was a kid?? i think i wrote a pjo/hoo/divergent/the mortal instruments/homestuck/a bunch of other shit fic when i was 13. iâve successfully blocked that era out of my mind tho so iâm not sure. i do a lot of insane aus, tho. i wrote a fic based off a country song written in the sixties. so.
11. have you ever had a fic stolen?
iâve had people write continuations of my wips?? which i didnât rly like. i just ignored it.
12. have you ever had a fic translated?
someone has asked me about translating a fic before! havenât heard anything since tho.
13. have you ever co-written a fic before?
i have tried. iâm not very good at it. i have very Specific ideas about things and can be very controlling, so itâs honestly better that i donât lol.
14. whatâs your all-time favorite ship?
klance, easy. been in the trenches of this goddamn fandom since i was 13 years of age. itâs been a Journey.
15. whatâs a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?
god, the butterfly effect. i get people asking me to update all the time and i genuinely feel bad, because i have absolutely no ideas or plans for it. i might try to come up with an ending of some kind?? but i wrote that like two years ago, so i have changed a LOT about my writing since then.
16. what are your writing strengths?
dialogue and humour, i think. and sometimes writing lack of emotional communication (if that makes sense â i like to try and write around an emotion).
17. what are your writing weaknesses?
i over explain a lot. and i overuse dialog ur tags sometimes. i have a Very Specific scene playing out in my head and i want everyone else to see it like iâm seeing it, which is my downfall a lot. iâve been trying to work on implicit stage directions.
18. thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?
i think sometimes itâs necessary? it can be a good tool for humour, like with cussing that canât be achieved in english. but while i understand and read several languages i have always always struggled to speak or write in them. itâs very frustrating so i often avoid the subject entirely lol.
19. first fandom you wrote for?
iâve been writing fanfic in my head since before i knew what it was, but i started typing things at around 11 when i used to homestuck roleplay with my friends lol. messy messy times.
20. favorite fic youâve ever written?
oh i am my own target audience. i have several.
i need a man (whoâs patient and kind): keith-centric post canon (divergence) fic where lance takes him to his family and keith is good with kids and just keith being loved is the whole point. always.
what if i lose it all: an alternate universe where lance, as a baby, loses both his parents, and then is raised by his oldest siblings. in luisâ pov.
when does a ripple become a tidal wave (when does the reason become the flame): brogane fight & angst canon divergence post season 6; covering shiroâs guilt complex and keithâs unwavering loyalty
heâs into superstitions (black cats and voodoo dolls): halloween verse with witch lance and vampire keith! i have barely spoken about this au on here but rest assured iâm thinking about it all the fucking time
the applebeeâs universe: modern au with young keith and lance learning how to love each other
ceilings (plaster): non-linear dream-like fic thatâs just so trippy and strange iâm obsessed with it
if the sky comes falling down (for you) thereâs nothing in this world i wouldnât do: a keith character study about how the biggest bleeding heart in the universe loves
the hana universe: brogane-centric universe as their family starts rocky and grows
thank u again for the tag zen <33 open offer for anyone else who would like to hop on!!
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Here Comes the Bride
Callsign: Angel; Before becoming a navy pilot, Angel worked as a field medic for the navy. Many of her patients called her their guardian angel.
Y/n is used in this fic!
Pairing: Bradley âRoosterâ Bradshaw / FiancĂ©!Reader
In which the Bradshaws prepare for their wedding, but decide to play a joke for the first looks.
This is entirely inspired by a tiktok I saw. Also long time no see guys!! I havenât been super motivated to write, but hopefully my old ideas come back and we can get those out to yâall :)
i am in love with this concept tho. i didnât know how to end this so sorry for the abrupt ending lol
WARNINGS!! swearing, fluff, iâm a comedian
(god this man is a snack holy fu-)
Rooster couldnât have been more nervous for the ceremony. He hadnt thought he was actually going to be nervous, as he wasnât feeling jitters at all leading up to the date.
You were trying your best to stay calm and collected, but Hangman was not making that easy. He appeared more nervous than you, running around, claiming it had to be perfect. He made you cry. Twice. Rooster would not be hearing about it for the sake of their friendship.
When the time for first looks rolled around, you were running around like a chicken with its head cut off. There was so much to do, how were you expected to sit there for an hour to get your makeup done?
âCanât we just, like, cancel first looks?â you asked loudly, directed at your best friend and copilot Phoenix.
âWhat? No!â
âTashaaaaa⊠Iâm not ready! And Bradley probably is, and we would keep him waiting, but then I would start crying, and ruin alllll this makeup, so I think itâs better if we just donât do it,â you rambled on and on until Natasha cut you off.
âY/n, no. Put on your big girl panties, you wanted to include all the wedding traditions, we arenât changing anything now. That means no cancelling first looks, no sending someone out for you, none of that-â
âSend someone out for me?? Holy shit, thatâs genius Tash!!â you cut her off, and she looked about ready to break the mascara wand in her hand.
âWho the hell would even go for you? Thatâs not like a normal thing people doâŠâ Hangman pondered over on his personal sofa in the window, with his glass of white wine and custom âbridesmanâ robe.
You and Phoenix just looked at each other and smiled. Instead of feeling fear, you were now about to witness the funniest joke of the century.
âYou.â
âââââââââ
It was quite the hastle fitting one of your back up gowns on your wingman, but somehow you and Phoenix got it on him. He looked like an idiot, perfect. As the time for first looks rolled around, you grabbed your veil and a bridesmaid bouquet, handed them to Jake, and sent him on his way.
Luckily, you were ready for first looks as well this time, so once your little joke was done, you would go actually do first looks.
There was a window in the hallway overlooking the courtyard, where the first looks where planned. You saw Bradley and the photographer, no Hangman to be seen yet.
The photographer spotted you in the window, waved, and made a comment to Bradley, who you could see visibly tense. He wasnât ready, he was scared. You were too, but you knew he was going to act all calm and collected as long as he could.
You remembered that you never updated the photographer on this prank, so you sent him a text.
âHey, weâre gonna have a little fun, so Iâm not coming out just yet. Youâll see, just try not to spoil the joke and make sure to take pictures! Iâll be out after the joke is over, Thanks!â
Just as the photographer read your texts and sent you a thumbs up, the doors you were supposed to walk out of opened, and there stood Hangman. Coyote and Bob were losing their shit beside you and Tasha, both recording on their phones.
You would see the photographer try his hardest to hold back from making a face, and you could practically see Bradleyâs expression. It made you feel bad, but you knew he would loosen up after this little stunt.
Hangman waddled to the middle of the courtyard, and tapped Bradley on the shoulder. He took in a deep breath, and turned slowly. As soon as he laid eyes on his best friend dressed in one of your backup gowns, he lost it. ïżŒCoyote and Bob were practically crying, and Phoenix was on the floor laughing. You had to hide yourself behind a wall to make sure Rooster didnât see you when he turned to look in the window everyone was looking out of. That only made him laugh harder, seeing all his friends were in on the joke.
Once things had begun to simmer down, you headed out the doors and had your real first looks, which ended up with Bradley in tears, as expected. The pictures from both looks turned out fantastic, and you couldnt help but be amazed by the memories a small prank created.
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um⊠so I literally just binged read all your Vash fics. Planning on watching the anime on Saturday.
but Iâm even tho Iâm a newcomerâŠâŠ
can I get a Vash x Reader, where maybe homeboy gets her pregnant.
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heâs already taking over my lifeâŠ
A/N: so I'm not typically comfortable with writing this kind of thing, but for specifically you, (and Vash) just this once, I'll indulge a pregnancy fic request. It gave me a chance to think about things I don't want to write in the future. It's my fault for not putting it in my pinned post. I will say this was one of the cutest things I've written in Vash's pov, and probably how I would react if I got told I was gonna be a dad. I do appreciate getting out of my comfort zone sometimes. ^-^
On the lighter notes, I'm so excited for you to be joining the Trigun cult we've amassed on Tumblr! Give the manga a read too if you can! Don't worry about being a newcomer. I've only been in this fandom for a year. (Where has he been all my life?) It's never too late to start a new series!!! If you want someone to gush about the series with, hit me up!
I've only had Vash for a year, and in my head we've already been married for 10. xD
Sprout
I carried a box of donuts, sandwiches, and a couple of sodas towards City Hall, where she worked. She, My Lovely Mayfly, worked there as a volunteer coordinator. I decided to surprise her with lunch. She always works herself too hard, and sometimes forgets to eat. I entered the main lobby, quickly finding the office she worked in. It was empty. I came in early enough where she wouldn't have gone to lunch with anyone else. The hairs on my neck stood on end as I thought of the worst. Making my way back to the front desk, I asked the receptionist where she was.
"Oh, She went out for a bit. She said she had a doctor's appointment. Said she'd hopefully be back by lunch." The receptionist took a sip of his coffee. A doctor's appointment? She hadn't said anything about an appointment this week. Before I could make my way back to her office to wait, a chime of the front door revealed someone entering City Hall. I turned around to see her, My Mayfly. She almost seemed troubled, looking at the ground, not quite noticing me yet.
"Hey, Mayfly!" I cheerily greeted her as always. She seemed to stiffen up, but was immediately happy to see me.
"H-hey, Angel. Is everything okay?"
"Yeah, I brought us some lunch! How was your appointment?" She stiffened up again at this.
"Why don't we eat lunch!" She seemed to panic as she dragged me into her office, shutting the door, almost too quickly. She leaned against the door with a sigh. She was acting strange, well, more so than usual.
"Mayfly, is something wrong?" I let my voice drop to a concerned tone. Her breath hitched, and the facade of being around other people faded. Her face was almost⊠scared. Vulnerable, Worry, such things I never wanted to see on her face.
"Do you remember when I said sometime last week that I was feeling kinda funny?"
"Y-yeah, I thought it was the burger from the bar."
"Well, it wasn't the burger, I guessâŠ"
"You didn't get sick, did you? You're not dying are you?" I began to worry. Humans didn't live too long on this planet. Taking a chance with her as my partner was a struggle for me. I often distance myself from others where I can, even though it doesn't ease the pain when they die. We had spoken on this topic a few times when I tried to deny her advances, even though every fiber of my being wanted her. What if she really was dying? I couldn't take her with me as I continued to run from bounty hunters and the like.
"Vash." My name leaving her lips broke my panic, and I hadn't even noticed she had taken my hands, "I'm not dying. IâŠ." She took a deep breath, "I'm pregnant."
"P-pregnant." I repeated back to her, "whâŠwhat?" My face relaxed from panic to surprise as my gaze drifted to her hips, "I.. I didn't think that was even possible." A wave of emotion was flowing through me all at once. How was my DNA compatible with human DNA? How was I supposed to keep the two of them safe? Raising a child on the run? What if Knives targeted them? What if I died before I could see the kid go to school? Or get married? Oh, Rem, help me. What if they died young? What if I lost Mayfly during the birthing process? What if I lost both of them?
My body moved on its own as I leaned down to press a kiss to her lips. I rested one hand on her back, the other rested on her cheek. I allowed my mind to clear as I lost myself in her kiss.
I whispered her name when I parted from her lips. Holding her chin to keep intimate eye contact.
"I love you. Let's have a family together." I found myself laughing a little bit as a smile came across my face. The laughter spread as I pressed more little kisses to her lips, "I'm gonna be a dad." I toyed with the idea of teaching the little sprout how to color, ride a Tomas, reading them bedtime stories, falling asleep with them cradled into my chest on our ragged couch, and even teaching them good morals if I could help it.
"I'll keep you both safe. I promise."
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Gaymer Au Snippet
Alright so. A few people throughout the mp100 fandom have been like lol what if they were gamers tho? which is top tier content, A+, big brain work. so i've started writing a gaymer au fic and i love it so much and @crownorclover has been brainstorming and developing the plot with me and its AAA i feel normal about it. so normal. anyway i'm like 25k into this thing and wanna share a bit.
all you need to know going in is that reigen has borrowed tome's switch so that he and serizawa can play a game and reigen knows next to nothing about anything game-related. it is. so tragic. he & wawa have just moved one of the couches and the tv into the massage room in the office.
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âAlright fine, I guess thatâs that then, weâre good to go.â He looked around the room once more before turning to Serizawa, âHow you feeling, big guy?â
He managed a strangled sort of sound which Reigen seemed to think was the result of general game-playing nerves and not a result of what heâd just called him.
âRemember, trial run. No pressure. If you donât like doing this weâll stop and do something else. Watch aâŠmovie or something, I donât know, I donât really hang out with people anymore I donât know how this works but itâs fine weâll figure it out I think Iâm gonna have another cup of coffee do you want a cup of coffee?â
âUhâŠno.â Maybe he wasnât the only one feeling anxious about this. Maybe normal people got anxious about hanging out, properly hanging out, with friends for the first time too.
âOh. Okay.â He sat in his office chair. So he supposed he wasnât getting more coffee then. Probably for the best.
Serizawa got settled on the couch, it only had two seats really, leaving the seat between him and Reigen empty, save for his hoodie. He navigated to the users and it was immediately clear which one Tome had designated for Reigen. It was just called âStingy Old Manâ and the icon was Tom Nook. Serizawa had to try very hard not to laugh.
âWell weâre changing that right now,â Reigen said.
âOkay, what should I rename it to?â
Reigen was already chewing on a choco pie, âJust call it Serirei.â
â...what?â
âThatâs our names mashed together.â
âNo, I know that IâŠokay.â He didnât have the mental fortitude to explain ship names to Reigen. Hopefully Tome wouldnât either. Once that mortifying ordeal was settled they moved on to profile picture.
âOh, letâs use the little elf dude.â
â...Link?â
âIf thatâs his name.â
âLink is not an elf,â Serizawa said, âheâs Hylian.â He supposed he was grateful Reigen didnât call him Zelda.
âWhich is basically a fantasy elf, isnât it?â
âNo, an elf is already fantasy.â
âHeâs got pointy ears.â
âSo do vulcans!â
âAnd those are just space elves.â
Serizawa buried his face in his hands. This man wanted to stream to anyone with an internet connection and he didnât know Linkâs name, he didnât know what a Switch was, he didnât know games were digital. It would be a nightmare. Or his ineptitude would make him very popular. There really wasnât any way to tell.
âYou okay, big guy?â
âMhm,â he said into his hands.
âHavenât given up on me already, have you?â
He dragged his hands down his face, âNo. Just⊠promise me youâll never call vulcans space elves again.â
Reigen leaned over the empty space of the couch, putting his hand on Serizawaâs shoulder. âSerizawa,â he said softly and Serizawa could feel his entire face get warm, âI will never make that promise.â He slapped his shoulder, âLetâs pick a game!â
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please scream with me about them i feel SO NORMAL
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reigen hcs pt. 1
some thoughts about reigen because i'm writing a long fic and needed to gather myself
SFW:
first things first, this man doesnât fall for anybody that doesnât get along with mob and serizawa. if he knew you could see dimple, heâd probably count too. basically his officemates are his ride or dies and if you canât get along with the whole team thereâs no way. especially since most of the time spent with him before you officially start dating is probably just you hanging out in the office waiting for clients with everybody.
lets you set up work at a spare table every so often. he claims itâs to bring some life to the office by having somebody whoâs actually doing something even while itâs slow, but he secretly just appreciates getting to watch you work.
also loves getting to work quietly with you while he does Graphic Exorcisms. pop some classical music on and let him listen to the scratching of your pen or tapping on your keyboard and he is all set to enter the Focus Zone
does find himself getting distracted by you the longer the work session is though. he notices the smallest little quirks about how you sit or hold things or bite your lip when you think or constantly fix your hair and just every little movement starts to draw his attention. he doesnât mean to, itâs a habit that crosses over from picking up details to use on clients, but he canât say he minds finding himself staring at you either.
once the coffee shop gets built, he adores when you make trips and think to bring back something for him too (of course, you have to stop him from drinking it while itâs still too hot every single time). anything that involves you checking in on him while heâs working too hard is going to make him melt immediately
gets VERY sweaty on dates, especially your first one. as suave as he seems heâs worried that you just like the Con version of him and heâs convinced that heâs tricking you into thinking heâs cooler than he is. please convince him you like the dork side of him just as much as the smooth talker. this gets easier to do the longer youâve known him before going out.
NSFW:
iâm hopping on the train of ace-spec reigen because i canât picture him any other way like- he doesnât mind it and it feels nice but he very rarely seeks it out and absolutely doesnât care about going long periods of time without it.
that being said he is VERY eager to please because he cares less about being involved and more about making sure you get taken care of since he thinks of it more as an extension of your existing relationship. it ends up being a sort of performance to him more than anything else but one that he enjoys very very much if it means he gets to see you give him heart eyes the whole time
doesnât usually get turned on for himself without a long makeout sesh first. sit on his lap and grab fistfuls of his hair and moan into his mouth or against his neck for a lil bit tho? yeah thatâll do it soon enough.
encourages you to talk the whole time. he loves seeing you get flustered by trying to keep up a coherent train of thought, and itâs fun to tease you by making you tell him exactly what you want, but mostly he just enjoys it being the only time he can put his silver tongue to rest and let you do the stammering
this also means that when you finally lose the ability to say much more than his name it hits twice as hard because it means youâve gone brainless because of him
yâknow how he never stops moving his hands while he talks? yeah thatâs true of pretty much everything he does. expect his hands to trail up and down your sides the whole time because heâs too indecisive to figure out where to keep them and also he has too much Nervous Energy to keep them still. basically, if heâs not actively using a hand, heâs gonna be rubbing circles into your hip with it.
on the rare occasions that he works himself up and initiates, he definitely prefers you top. he doesnât want to have to think about what or how heâs doing or all the responsibilities heâs ignoring or have space for his mind to wander, he wants to just hand himself to you and let you take him apart piece by piece, over and over, until heâs shaking and gasping and grabbing at your wrist to just, fuck, maybe one more but just give him a minute, please
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