#sadly that might make him ooc

[books-and-dragons]

Ik it's been awhile since I have dropped a HC on you, but consider: Akira doing some unnecessarily dangerous stunt in the Metaverse and feeling so proud of himself... and then he's shocked when the team gets angry/worried that he risked his own safety like that.

"Guys, it's fine, only I would have gotten hurt!"

And then they just get even angrier and he's confused and startled they're so worked up about it. He's not used to people worrying about him.

omg june, hi!!! aaa i yelled when i saw your user pop up, hope you're doing well!!

your brainworms are angsty as ever and oh how i love it

i'm such a believer in the akira-is-passively-reckless-about-his-own-life concept, you'll have to rip it from my cold, dead hands

considering the in-game clues we get about how he's not great about keeping himself well-fed and has an automatic tendency to throw himself aside for the sake of other people's safety, akira's probably got a huge lack of self preservation to add to that (maybe even, a complete lack of care for his own wellbeing) (i'm absolutely blaming his home life for this)

which works well enough for someone in a leadership position, he'd make sacrifices for others very easily and yeah!! he's just so used to not putting himself into consideration- he doesn't even think about his own safety. nobody else ever has, so why should he?

it trickles into everything he does. the last healing item goes to a teammate, whatever funds he makes from part-time jobs goes into the phantom thieves (nevermind that he's living on sojiro's patronage curry and instant noodles, that's unimportant, he's unimportant), he offers unconditional support and a listening ear to every confidant he meets, and helps them with all their problems- even if it is to his own detriment. on the battlefield against a new enemy, joker will do his best to find the weakness- because if they repel anything, at least then he carries the brunt of the backlash. it's natural, instinctive, and therefore he sees no wrong in it.

and for a long time, he gets away with this reckless abandon for his own safety.

except he goes a step too far, maybe he decides to distract another hoard of shadows on his own? or makes what should be an impossible zipline move to cross to the other side of a chasm. against a rampaging enemy, he throws himself in the firing line. after months of excusing the passing recklessness, this is a step too far for the phantom thieves.

when they're reunited with joker, he's not greeted by praise for his dramatic flourish, or impressed and spirited cheers for carving a path deeper into the palace, but instead worried frowns and scolding reprimands. flurries of hands which search for his injuries and want to heal, and he doesn't need it he's fine-

and oh you're so right it would hurt so much because akira would be so confused by their concern!! at first, he probably assumes they're talking about anything but him. did he accidentally break a treasure on his landing? for some reason, had the thieves not wanted that shadow hurt? what was it this time, what had he done wrong- because he had to have done something wrong he always does something wrong, eventually

when it gets through to akira that no, they're worried about his safety the boy blue-screens there and then.

it's not something he's ever been used to- care, affection....attention. nobody's cared enough to look close enough before, and suddenly akira doesn't know what to do with this worry, with this obvious sign that people care about him, that someone values akira kurusu....he's in a bit of a fugue as the diarahan washes over him, so much do he can't even scold what he'd deem an unnecessary use of energy

they call it a day in the palace not long after.

learning to value your own life isn't something that's easy, but akira's surrounded by people who care about him now- they can be patient. this time, they're taking the lead to help akira, not the other way around.

maybe makoto challenges him to find a more safe plan, that doesn't involve reckless action. ryuji helps him be more open about his feelings. ann teaches akira how to appreciate himself. futaba shows him how to trust in what people promise. yusuke guides him through self-appreciation in his own, artistic style. haru helps akira define himself, outside of the parameters his parents set for him. morgana stays at his side through it all.

in their own way, they'll help akira find some self-worth, and hope to see the fruits of their labour in akira guarding a bit more often in battle, turning to his teammates instead of charging in headfirst and bearing the weight of shadows' attentions himself. they'll wait patiently for the day he asks for help, and be proud when he does.

for now, they'll accept the occasional willingness to head back to a saferoom, or retreat from battle. they'll mentally cheer when he uses one of their few healing items to patch a gash in his side. it's all about the small steps.

#ask #JuneLuxray #june this is a love letter (tag) to your brain nobody in the p5 fandom is safe from your Ideas and Words and i love it #p5 #persona 5 #p5 royal #akira kurusu #akira kurusu headcanons #oh asdfg it's been a WHILE i forgot how fun this was #oh no oh nooooo i got so out of control in my words here i didn't realise and i just loved this concept too much #i'm weak for this idea and unapologetic about it #this hc of yours is canon to ME #would love akira to have some self preservation some day #sadly that might make him ooc #but imagine #someday #we can dream

[urfavlarry]

Overlord!Husk x reader

summary: Husk owns the readers souls.. but the reader might just own Husks heart after a particular night at the casino.

warnings: swearing, alcohol, no smut but it is implied that you two did somethig, bad grammar, might be an OOC Husk im not sure? , first time writing so it might be shitty

words: 1.6k

This night at the casino was particularly busy. It was more lively then it has ever been before, infested with over-confident sinners who dare to gamble with the casino owner himself, the most well known gamble Overlord there is in the pride ring; Husker.

You we’re sadly one of the unlucky sinners that tried to gamble with the man, stepping into the casino with too much confidence for your own good. Your luck sadly didn’t come with you into the casino and you faced a bad loss agaisnt the smug Overlord. You were terrified, I mean, who wouldn’t be? Your soul was now owned by an Overlord people have said horrible things about and was rumored to be a sadistic sinner who tortured and killed the souls he owned. Yet after months of him owning your soul, nothing happened. He mostly just kept you beside him claiming you were his “lucky charm”.

You were currently sitting beside Husk who was yet again gambling with another sinner. His tail was wrapped around your leg affectionately as you eyed the game closely. You looked at the sinner and tried reading his expression yet he had a blank look on his face. The game was intense yet one wrong move from them and they could loose their chance at winning. Husk eyed your figure as he noticed the uncertain look on your face and smirked, leaning closer to you and whispers in your ear; “Don’t worry doll I always win~”. He says with a smirk and looks back up at the sinner across from him as he made a move. The sinner made a move and you sighed, another one that has lost against Husk, wow big surprise there. He smirked and the sinner yells profanities not wanting to accept the loss. Husk nods towards the security guards that the casino has and they walk over taking the angered sinner out. His eyes look down at you and his piercing gaze makes you shift in your seat. You sit there in silence for a while until Husk suddenly speaks up; “How about a drink? It’s on me dollface.” You look up at him and nod and he smiles smugly and calls over the waiter and orders himself a whiskey and some wine for you. The waiter scatters to get it, wanting to keep his life. As the waiter sets the drinks down at the table Husks tail trails up and down your leg affectionately and eyes you closely while he downs the shot of whiskey in one go.

You shiver at the touch and look away sipping on your wine, preferring to stay quiet. Husk smirks at this and gently grabs your chin with the tip of his finger and makes you look at him; “Come on darlin’ , you can’t just stay silent on me”. His tone was soft, not the usual smug, over-confident tone he had with his employees or other low life sinners he would gamble with. He raises a brow at you as he waits for you to speak yet he continues to rub his tail against your leg and up to your thighs.

Your face felt hot and you got goosebumps from his touch. You knew it was wrong and that he was just doing it to tease you yet you can’t help but have feelings for the Overlord you once feared. “I think I should go.. You know.. home.” You say trying to get out of this situation, yet Husk continues to smirk. He wraps his tail around your waist and pulls you closer to him leaning in to your ear and whispering; “Oh doll, is my touch making you feel uncomfortable? Or perhaps you’re enjoying this?~” He says with a smirk yet this wasn’t the usual smirk he gave to the sinners he would gamble with, this one seemed a bit more affectionate, or perhaps loving? You weren’t sure but you couldn’t help but blush at his comment. You? Enjoy this? You couldn’t possibly be enjoying affection from an Overlord that literally owns your soul! Or maybe you are?

He continues to tease you with his tail, hoping you would speak again. He couldn’t help but just fall in love with your voice. It was like an angel and he just loved having you around. What irritated him is that you just wouldn’t speak around him; “Come on doll, I don’t bite~”.

You look up at him and open your mouth to speak, yet no words come out. He smirks at this and asks; “How about you tell me about your life when you were alive hm? It’s only fair I get to know my “lucky charm” a little bit more don’t ya think?~”

As you look up at him, you smile softly; “Yeah, I guess why not.” You ramble about your life as a human and you seem to figure out you were alive in the same time as him. You bonded over some bands you both enjoyed and shared a bit of your personal lives to each other. You drink your drinks and hours pass with you two talking like two old ladies. He was listening to you closely as yozu rambled on about a story from when you were alive and your experience from when you were working at your local club as a performer. Husk smiled softly at you, you looked quite happy in this moment and he enjoyed the sound of your voice.

“And then— I was like “get the fuck out before I make you eat the shit you just said to her!” You said as you sipped on your wine, starting to get a bit tipsy. The cat demon was intrigued by how you just opened up to him. He himself was more of a listener then a talker but he listened to every little info you told him and made sure to listen. He gave you a soft smile and drank the little bit of whiskey that was left in the bottle.

As you finish your rambling you feel his tail on your waist as he slowly pulls you into his lap. His voice sounded like honey, it was sweet and it almost sounded sincere as he spoke; “You know doll, i’ve had my eye on you ever since you’ve came into this lovely casino a few months ago~”. He takes a strand of your hair and puts it behind your ear and continues; “I’m glad you stayed by my side love.” He says as his hand gently cups your face. Husk brings his forehead to yours and with a slight smirk places a light kiss on your cheek. His eyes never left yours, his gaze almost piercing through you. His touch was comforting, yet there was still slight fear since this was no man to mess with. But despite all of that, he was all you could think of.

Husk picks you up and takes you to a door that could only be acsessed by employees and Husk himself. He takes you down a long hallway and to a door with a star where his name was carved in gold. He opens the door and he goes to place you down on a sofa; “Be a good doll and wait here, ‘kay?” He says with a smirk and goes out of the room to satan knows where.

He comes back after a few minutes with more wine and whiskey, and a new pair of clothes. He hands you the clothes and points to the bathroom. You stand up and make your way towards the bathroom, stubmling a bit from the alcohol. You hear light jazz playing from the other room and you smile to yourself, changing into the new pair of clothes.

You walk back in the room and you see Husk sitting on the sofa, drinking his whiskey. He looks up at you, his ears perking up slightly as he smirks at you and walks over to you and holds out his hand; “May I have this dance?” He says in a joking tone and you chuckle at the remark; “You may.” You say back and he smirks, putting one arm on your waist and the other grabbing your hand. You both dance to the music and when it finishes you slowly put your head on his chest, breathing a bit heavily since you haven’t really danced like this with anyone ever since your death.

He lifts your head up with the tip of his finger, your faces inches away from each other. Your breath hitches and your body tenses up. Husk leans in closer and you move closer to close the gap between you two.

You felt like your world just fell silent. It was like only you two mattered and nobody else did. You kiss softly, both of you scared to make the other uncomfortable. It was nice, you never felt this way towards anyone. Husk lifts you up and you instinctively wrap your legs around his waist, the rest of the night being blur. You wake up, stretching your aching body and look around the room, not recognizing it as your own. The memories slowly come back to you ask your face feels hot; “I just slept with an Overlord..shit,shit,shit.” You panic slightly and sit up, covering yourself with the blankets on the soft bed.

Husk was no where to be found,only a neatly placed letter where his body would be lying. You pick the letter up and unfold it, careful not the rip it. The letter itself was neatly written in black ink. You know the Overlord was capable of doing this, but it surprised you since you have never seen him do this kind of thing.

“Dear Y/N,

I had a wonderful night yesterday and while I won’t be here often because of my business, I wish to take you out some time and I hope to see you again and you know you’re welcome in this room whenever and i’ll be happy to be something more then just “an Overlord that owns your soul” if that’s how you view it right now.

- Yours truly Husker ♡”

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel husk #overlord!husk #husk x reader #husker x you #alastor #hazbin hotel season 1 #charlie morningstar #hazbin hotel sir pentious #hazbin hotel vaggie #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel lute #hazbin lucifer #alastor hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel niffty #hazbin angel dust #overlords #hazbin hotel rosie

[crabcollectorskykid]

M!reader with a corpse husband like voice

Genre: fluff

Warnings: none? Well except how reader got his deep voice...and a bit ooc

Pronouns: he/him

Ft. Metkayina family & sully family (mostly metkayina)

SLIGHT, neteyam x reader

Both of your parents was from the metkayina clan and both of them were warriors but they sadly died protecting you and the clan

Ronal and tonowari took you in the family as if you were their son.

You were very happy but you barely talk, not really barely, you never actually talked to them at all.

You had to use hand signs to communicate with them. At first they didn't understand why you never really talked to them but once you "told" them that something happened in the past, they stopped you from saying more since it might be a topic you don't wanna talk about.

Aonung was very protective of you because of that reason, he would always keep an eye or bring you with him whenever he has to go somewhere. He always defend you from others whenever they mention something about you being quite or pestering you on why you were always quite. Not even his friends can tease you, only him can tease you, if someone else does it he will consider it as an insult.

Tsiyera is an angel towards you, she would always keep you company whenever aonung goes hunting. Always and I mean always brings you with her whenever she goes feed the ilus, aonung would always try to find an excuse to get you out of it.

Ronal was the most protective, forbids you from going outside the reef without aonung or Tsiyera. She always do daily check-ups on you. You're sick? She's there. You're injured? She's there. Someone is bullying you? The whole family is there-

Tonowari is in the middle of protectiveness. He will teach you about self defense, spear training,in rare times he lets you go outside the reef with him so he'll teach you about hunting. Yes, he won't let you go outside the reef without someone watching you.

When the sully arrived you were fascinated by how they look, they look more blue rather than teal. The sully noticed you after you pulled aonung by his ear when he tease them about their tail.

Once you heard the news about them living here you were quite excited to be friends with them, you weren't gonna teach them since you're not talkative. But you always follow them to see how they are progressing.

When you first spoke you accidentally hit your toe with a rock and yelled "Ow, that hurts" the gang was there and was completely suprised how your voice sounded. Lo'ak was the first one to break

"bro...YOU VOICE IS SO DEEP-" you giggled at the question he decided to say but the others started talking and questioning you so you were quite overwhelmed by the attention

Tsiyera noticing your discomfort she quickly told everyone to stop. "All of you stop, you are making him feel overwhelmed" everyone soon stopped talking, after they stopped you asked "is it really that deep?"

Aonung scoffed "is it really? Your voice is literally vibrating because of how deep is." Aonung said.

You build up more and more confidence about your voice and started speaking more, the gang was happy for you especially aonung and Tsiyera, they were happy that you started to appreciate your voice more.

Aonung would get so protective whenever you interacted with neteyam, he does not like the heart eyes neteyam would secretly give you whenever you look away.

When you first told them how your voice got so deep all of them screamed from shock.

"wait so the acid of your stomach builded up while you were sleeping and damage your vocal cords and now your voice is stuck like this" neteyam repeated, Tsiyera gasped and quickly went to hug your side "you must've been in so much pain, I'm so sorry you went through that"

You hugged Tsiyera gently and said "it's ok, it's all in the past there's nothing I can do. Besides I sound cool." Aonung put all the dots together and gasped "is that why you're afraid of sleeping, (___)?" You giggled and responded "yes, you and Tsiyera would hum me to sleep and then cuddle-" "SHUT-"

You,aonung,and Tsiyera decided to suprise tonowari and Ronal doing dinner about your voice.

"Baba, can you pass me that fruit" you said acting normal, at first tonowari didn't notice it "of course son, here....wait did you just-" all three of you laughed while Ronal and tonowari looked at you with shock, tonowari asked "how long have you been speaking?" "A few weeks ago baba-" "and you two didn't tell us?" "Wait ma-i told them not to tell that I spoke before because I was afraid you would see me different.."

Ronal softened and told you "my son, no matter how your voice sounds like,how you look,how you act, we will love you either way." She said "but would you care to tell us, why your voice is so deep?" You looked at Tsiyera and aonung as they both nodded, you sighed and told them.

Ronal covered her mouth while tonowari had a look of horror, "I can't believe you had to go through that-does it still hurt?" Ronal asked "a bit ma but I can handle-" "nonsense, I will make some tea to ease the pain" you watched as she quickly stood up and collect some ingredients, tonowari was at your side putting a hand on your shoulder "you are a strong and brave warrior going through the pain like that, I'm proud of you." After that sentence you smiled "thank you baba."

Needless to say the family got even more overprotective-/hj

Eat children

#avatar 2 #avatar imagine #metkayina #aonung #tsiyera #ronal #tonowari #avatar: the way of water #neteyam #lo'ak #neteyam x male reader #neteyam x reader

[starhrtz]

desc. x as your boyfriend! (hint of modern au)

note. IMPULSE HCS AT 1AM (might be VERY ooc sadly)

Boyfriend!X who would always compare his height to yours, even if you're just a couple inches shorter he'll try to subtly show it off wanting you to praise him or smth

"hm, it seems i've grown taller, you can tell right!" he would say in an energetic voice as his lit up while he waits for you to agree.

Boyfriend!X who wouldn't want to admit that when both of you used to be in class, instead of writing notes and listening to the teacher he was instead writing down about how you looked today. The small changes that he began noticing, you tying up your hair more due to the hot weather, the new keychain on your pencil case that you were matching with your friend.

"jeez it's been 1 month of dating and we haven't match anythings but profile pictures.." he would sulk and pout as he paced around his room to try and think of something, something unique that only both you and him have! After a while, his eyes lit up before he quickly doodles a quick sketch as excitement filled him.

Boyfriend!X who the next day gave you a gemstone bracelet that matched the bracelet on his wrist saying it was part of his "failed experiments" as the rock had cracked two of the EXACT same shapes but in different colours? Sure, as X blabbered more on how he got the rock the more unbelievable his story was. But his intentions were rather cute.

Boyfriend!X who is basically a genius as he helps you with your schoolwork, he's quite clingy as well always hugging you from behind as you sat at your desk doing your work while he points out some errors.

Boyfriend!X who is strangely... A good cook? He often makes you breakfast and your lunch, often using this as an excuse to spend more time at your place during the weekends as he prepares your meals.

Boyfriend!X who's mind is constantly thinking about you and he always talks about you whenever he gets the chance. Perhaps thats why you have been having trouble sleeping and sneezing so often these days...

#★ — writing #reverse 1999 #reverse 1999 x reader #r1999 x reader #x reverse 1999 #x r1999 #x reverse 1999 x reader #reverse 1999 headcanons #r1999 hcs #r1999

[blixssily]

"i love you, it's ruining my life."

| being bailed out by your ex is sure to bring back lingering feelings, no?

| dazai osamu x reader

˓ ꒱ notes and disclaimers: pm!reader and ada!dazai. dazai is reader's ex lover from the port mafia. gn reader. reader and dazai are both in their 20s. incorrect jail description. not proof read, apologies for any grammatical mistakes! might be incredibly ooc and might contain wrong information about the port mafia, apologies for both.

˓ ꒱ authors notes: in light of taylor swift's new album coming out, i'm trying my hand at writing for dazai!! i'm bad at writing angst so please bare with me. :(

the cold metal confinements are tight around wrists, the officers must've cuffed you a tiny bit too tightly you think. the blank grey walls of your prison are as uninspiring as your thoughts, you can't even find it in yourself to even try to escape from jail. to the majority of the members in the Port Mafia, crime was almost always a guarantee during missions. treading the lines of the law was a common thing, most missions included breaking those precious regulations. it was almost like the law had just become mere suggestions, guidance that you could choose to follow or not.

and sadly for you, the hands of the law had finally caught up with you this time, confining you into a bland concrete box. you were currently sitting on the bed that came with every little cell. not even sitting on it was comfortable, much less laying down on it. despite how uncomfortable the bed was, it would be quiet a pathetic sight for a Port Mafia executive to be sitting on the floor and just staring at the wall so you decided against it.

normally whenever you were unlucky enough to have been caught by the law, someone from the Port Mafia would bail you out, namely Mori or maybe some other executive. you weren't too surprised when an officer informed you that you had been bailed out, preparing your usual apology and to listen through a few lectures from whoever bailed you out on to be more careful during missions.

you're escorted out of your little concrete box, you wonder if the officer is going to remove the hand cuffs around your wrists. you follow the officer down the prison hallway, thankful to not be sitting on that god awful bed that you could've sworn was just a rock with a blanket draped over it. you're expecting to be met with a very displeased boss, preparing your apology for your clumsiness in being caught when.. you don't see him at all. in fact, you see someone you thought you'd never see again.

he looks.. different. he's grown taller, you're sure of it. he's been ridden of his usual black trench coat you always saw him in, his right eye and cheek no longer being covered by the fabric of gauze. instead, he's wearing a tan trench coat now, a bolo tie replacing his usual tie when he was in the Port Mafia. his hair messy and curly, not that it was ever neat, god no. you stare at the absence of bandages around his right eye and cheek, revealing his complete face and you can't help but mentally kick yourself for staring a little longer than necessary.

and suddenly, you become hyper aware of the sinking feeling in your stomach. it makes you sick to look at him, sick that your brain subconsciously forces you to relive your shared memories together. you avert your gaze down to the grey grounds of the prison lobby, unable to meet his gaze without glaring bitterly at him. your ex had apparently bailed you out of jail. your ex boyfriend from years ago when you both were in the Port Mafia. a cocky little smirk adorned his features, maybe he hasn't changed that much in some ways.

you find it in yourself to look up at him, emotions brewing behind your eyes. anger, confusion.. mostly anger, and yet you find it in your heart to feel relief at that fact that he's alright. that's he's not harmed. he had up and left without a word, not even a goodbye to you. you worried for him days on end, calling and texting but to no avail which ended up in you just calling it a breakup, calling him your ex boyfriend. despite the relief, it's minuscule in terms of your anger towards the man you once loved. you glare at him, glare at his stupid cocky smirk and how he seems like he doesn't even care about the history between you two. it's like nothing ever happened between the both of you.

"you're the one who bailed me out? what is this, some sick game you've decided to play?" you scoff at him, there was no way he just.. decided to bail out a Port Mafia executive out of the goodness of his heart, no.. no no no. that couldn't be true. "shame, not even a thank you?" you roll your eyes at his feigned sigh of disappointment. an officer releases your wrists from the metal confinements, red mark were already formed on your wrist. you bring your hands to your wrists, trying to soothe your irritated skin from how tight the hand cuffs were. you don't realise the look in his eyes, the slight change in his expression when he noticed the marks on your wrists. he doesn't like seeing you hurt, he absolutely hates seeing you in pain even if it's a mere scratch or.. in this situation, marks from a police officer's hand cuffs.

"come on now, the least you could do is thank me." he says with another cocky smile, you wish you could just slap it off his face but something tells you that he wouldn't exactly be ecstatic with you slapping his face in a police station.

"what do you want?" you snapped, not in any mood to be dealing with his teasing words accompanied by his usual shit-eating grin. he couldn't have bailed you out for fun, or for some sentimental reason. he wanted something, there was also a price when it came to him. "ah, how harsh! you're breaking my heart here.." the asshole has the gull to even jokingly suggest something like that.

"nothing much, really. just thought i'd help out an old friend." he hums, and you don't know if his words only spark a new flame of anger inside of you or if it wrenches your heart. the fact that he would consider you an "old friend", when you were his literal partner when you both were teenagers.

"an old friend? be a man you asshole, own up to who you broke up with." he doesn't answer, as expected. you're not sure whether you'd even prefer a response from him or just silence.

"let's talk, hm? maybe somewhere else?" he suggests after some time, calmly putting his hands into the pockets of his tan coat. you notice the slight change in expression in his face, you've spent years trying to practically decode this man and it only added to his amusement when you both were teenagers. now, you're thankful you took the time to observe him. you don't know exactly what he wants to talk about but, you know it's something serious.

"fine." you begrudgingly agree to him, sighing as you notice him leaving without another word and you know that's your queue to follow him. you don't know what you were expecting from the bandaged man, but he leads you to a little café. you raise an eyebrow at him when you two reach the front door, not exactly expecting him to take you to a cute little café that sells pastries and drinks. he meets your suspicions gaze with an innocent smile, urging you to step inside before him. what a gentleman. you step inside the humble establishment, greeted with a friendly smile by the cashier before settling into a seat near the back. he sits opposite you, it's almost as if he's treating this like you're his friend and you both are just going for lunch.

"so? you never answered my question." you reminded him, crossing your arms as you lean back on the plush backing of the seats. "what do you want, dazai." it hurts him the way you say his name, his surname. you never did that when you both were together, he liked being addressed as 'osamu' or 'samu' by you, it feels like salt being rubbed into the wound when you call him by his surname.

"oh? i'm deciding whether to get the latte or..." he trails off, noticing the most unamused expression ever on your face. he chuckles at the sight, shaking his head. "i'm only joking." he hums, stopping his little act at looking at the menu on the table. "i.. wanted to see how you were doing, is all." he shrugs, not really having a good explanation for bringing you to this cafe or hell, even bailing you out of jail. "i mean no harm by doing any of this, truly." he adds on before you get to question him, knowing what you were just about to ask him.

did he really mean that? that he wanted to just.. talk? you don't know what you should reply with, as a Port Mafia executive you should've killed him by now for being a traitor, but as his ex.. you're not sure what to feel. truthfully, sure you were pissed off at him for leaving without a word but you just couldn't find it in yourself to hate the man.

"fine, one hour."

"oh come on, two?" he pouts childishly, a sight you hadn't seen for awhile.

"one hour and a half. make it quick." you relent once again, it seemed like he still had the ability to make you soften up to him.

and so with that, you two proceed to awkwardly choose out your drinks for the time being while at the café and try your hands at small talk. it was.. incredibly awkward between the both of you, undoubtedly it was a little weird to even talk about work since well.. him being a Detective at the ADA and with you being a Port Mafia executive, what was there to talk about? it's weird to be so stiff with someone you used to be so comfortable with, you used to be able to talk about anything when you were younger but now it's just.. not the same.

while you two were talking, your phone screen lit up. some message from another Port Mafia member came up, said something about it being urgent. "i.. have to go, it's important." you looked up from your phone to face him, rolling your eyes at the tiny little pout that graced his lips. "a shame, maybe next time?" he suggests, hoping to have another time to talk with you again. you get the feel he misses you dearly.

"maybe." you shrug, standing up from your seat. you slid a napkin over to him, pointing to the corner of your mouth to signal to him that he had something on his. he mutters a small 'thank you', a tiny bit embarrassed that he might indeed have something on the corner of his mouth. as you leave, he uses his phone to check his appearance and.. there wasn't anything there? he thinks it might just be a silly little prank on your end to tease him after so long, he mindlessly flips the napkin in his hands as he puts his phone down.

in the corner of his eye, he noticed some.. writing on the napkin. your... number? you had changed your phone number some time after he left and now, you had given him your current one! it meant that you at least weren't that mad at him after so long, and that you at least wanted to stay in contact with him.

he decides to text you, just in case you decide to change your mind in the mean time of your separation.

your phone lights up as you made your way down the street.

[unknown number, 3:46 p.m ➜ you] "same place, friday?"

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IT'S THE LITTLE THINGS !

༄ synopsis… they find the smallest things to adore about your relationship

༄ characters… albedo, artem, ayato, childe, diluc, dottore, gorou, kaeya, kazuha, luke, marius, pantalone, thoma, xiao, vyn, zhongli x gn!reader

༄ tags… pet names, possibly ooc

༄ words… n/a

༄ author’s thoughts… this was very cute and therapeutic pls enjoy

albedo !

sharing his theories with you

He’s aware of how outlandish some of his thoughts can be to some people

But however, Albedo knows that you are always willing to hear him out

He can say the craziest things, but you will always be there to provide some opinion

Maybe some inside jokes come out of those conversations

All you both know is that it’s something the two of you can do, free of judgement

artem !

cooking together

You are always asking Artem to teach you some of the recipes he knows

So he does, often helping you with hands on techniques

Anyway that you decide to cook, he enjoys it

Food fighting, burning the food, or a calm evening all have his heart

And you couldn’t be more grateful for him teaching you

ayato !

planting kisses on your hand

Ayato is one busy man, meaning he sometimes doesn’t have time for intimacy

He still wants to make an effort, however

So when he sadly must part too quickly from you, he’ll plant a light kiss to wherever on your hand he may reach

Palm, wrist, knuckles, anywhere

He just wants a lingering reminder that he will always be there with you, whether physically or not

childe !

training together

If you personally ask him to train you in combat, he is more than willing to teach you!

He might try and go easy on you, but don’t expect too much if you ask him not to

Childe loves watching you struggle to take him down

Much more, he loves teasing you about it all day long

It doesn’t seem like much, but Ajax is really glad something good comes out of his fatui skills with you

diluc !

having your drink ready at the tavern

Per routine, you visit his tavern after a long day of work

He always has your drink ready by the time you walk in

A small greeting, a kiss on the forehead, he gives the drink and continues conversation while working

You’d never outright admit it, but the small action alone makes your heart flutter

But Diluc already knows that deep down

dottore !

using pet names

Dottore has never been good with his actions, scared of hurting who he loves

So, he’s very adamant about his words

He uses pet names whenever possible; my love, darling, anything you want to be called he will call you that!

At first, it always caught you off guard, making you a blushing mess

But now, you’re only caught off guard when he calls you by your name

gorou !

going on patrol together

Regular patrol alone can be a very boring pass-time for anyone

That’s why Gorou gets excited when you offer to go with him

The two of you will do your routes while chatting, holding hands, and just plain loving on each other

While taking your jobs seriously, of course

He adores you and is so stricken with love, he loves moments like this

kaeya !

showing off his skill

By now, you’re used to Kaeya’s natural flirty nature

He even shows it in his combat

Whenever taking care of treasure hoarders or hilichurls, he will always make a big show of things

Maybe even shoot you a little wink while taking them out

He just wants to keep you impressed, and maybe earn your praise too

kazuha !

writing and sharing poems

Kazuha is a man of many feelings

So when it’s hard to say what he feels, he writes it instead

He’ll recite them to you with the upmost adoration and love

He loves watching your face light up with joy at his feelings

And it only encourages him to write even more for you to have

luke !

sharing memories

The time Luke spent on the national project aren’t all pleasant

He’s learning to slowly open up about some of the bad memories

Luke never goes into gruesome detail, but says just enough to take the burden away

You appreciate the gesture, always thanking him and comforting him

It’s small, sure, but it’s something you both couldn’t appreciate more

marius !

showing you off

A big CEO is always required to attend the fanciest of events

Who would he be to not take and show off his partner?

The two of you are always the brightest in the room, love clearly radiating from you two

He will constantly brag about how amazing and attractive you are

Trust me, by the end of that event, everyone will know of you and your boyfriend

pantalone !

indulging in your special interests

He’s got all the time and money in the world to dedicate to you

So why not indulge in you as his lover?

If you so much as utter a word about what you’re currently interested in, you can find something from that on your shared bed the next day

Movies, books, jewelry, antiques, it doesn’t matter

But when you ask him, he won’t admit it since he likes to try and be slick :)

thoma !

playing with his hair

Both of you are hard workers, so finding peace comes at night

Normally, the two of you will tuck in early to wake up early the next day

However, on some occasions the two of you will hang out in the living room of your shared home

You always insist on playing with his hair while watching a movie

Thoma feels so relaxed as you weave your hands through his hair, even falling asleep in your comfort

xiao !

watching you sleep

An average person on the outside may find the gesture to be weird

But in your relationship, you both understand the intimacy behind the small gesture

Whether he’s sitting in a chair next to the bed, or holding you close while you sleep, he’s right there

Xiao will ensure your safety while you’re dreaming

He doesn’t need your thanks for it, he just wants to see you wake up with a smile on your face.

vyn !

holding your hand

Vyn hasn’t had much experience with romantic relationships

But what he does know is the intimacy that can come with hand holding

He loves catching you off guard, told hold your hand while talking with some coworkers or an old friend

He’ll tease you for the blush on your face, but of course keep your hand in his

He loves telling everyone that it’s the two of you against the world

zhongli !

sharing his wisdom

Nothing warms his heart more than when you come to him with a question

Whether it be small or history of liyue, he’s always willing to answer

Sometimes, he’ll even share a personal story on the matter

Point being, he loves that you want to know what he does

And you love the knowledge and extra time spent together

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SNOWFALL OF HEARTS ; CORIOLANUS SNOW

pairing: coriolanus snow x tribue!oc part: three summar: coriolanus is torn between his harsh pursuit of victory and the growing warmth in his heart for erykah, his tribute from district 9 warnings: ooc coriolanus, murder/death (arachne), violence a/n: sorry this is a late update, been busy cause of thanksgiving! i also may or may not have watched tbosas in theaters for a second time... previous parts: one, two word count: 1.6k join taglist!!

Erykah sat behind the zoo’s bars as she waited for Coriolanus to show up. She looked around and saw many of the other mentors conversing with their tributes, most didn’t seem happy to be there. Coriolanus isn’t like that. He doesn’t act like the other mentors do.

Her thoughts began to spiral as she wondered about his real motive. What’s different about him than the rest of them? He probably only cares about the reward.

Before she could make more assumptions, she saw the blonde walking up to her. She got up from the mossy tree she sat under to walk over to him.

He held a navy blue napkin in his hands that contained a sandwich cut into two halves and two cookies. Erykah’s mouth watered at the sight of it. “This for me?” She asked him eagerly, her stomach growling at the thought. Coriolanus nodded warmly in response to her hunger and gave the napkin to her. She took it from him with a grateful smile.

She turned her body to the left to see a mentor taunting her tribute with a bottle of pink liquid that Erykah couldn't recognize. “One thing I learned from living in the districts is that hunger is a weapon. Your friend over there seems to know that already.” She spoke to Coriolanus in a slightly disgruntled tone. “She's anything but a friend, trust me.” He reassured her.

His voice quieted slightly as he leaned in closer, though the bars prevented him from getting as close as he wanted to. “I might have a chance to help you from out here. I’ve made some suggestions to the game makers and their talking about having the audience send gifts, like food and water.” Maybe he does care about me, Erykah thought as he explained to her.

“You just need to get their attention. Maybe you could try singing like you told the interviewer yesterday?” He brought up the idea cautiously, not knowing if the idea sat well with her. She pondered for a second. “Do you have a guitar? I usually play that back in nine.” That was her only reason for hesitation. “I’m sure I can ask around.” He said with a reassuring nod.

Erykah nodded back at him before taking a bite of the sandwich. She hadn’t had a real sandwich since before her dad passed, that had been six years ago. “Thank you, Coriolanus.”

She thanked him as she swallowed her bite. She looked up at him as he stared at the food in her hands. His eyes moved up to hers as she caught him. “Just call me Corio.” He changed the subject, hoping you couldn’t tell. “Well Corio, you can have some if you want.” Erykah offered him some of the food as she tested the new nickname out. “No it’s for you.” He kindly insisted. “I saw you staring…” Coriolanus got nervous from her comment as he gave in and took the cookie from her hand.

“I always thought that there was plenty of food in the Capitol.” Erykah told him as she went to sit down. “Not in my case.” He responded with a nonchalant shrug.

She turned around to see one of the younger tributes resting her head on her district partner’s shoulder. The girl didn’t want to be here, then again who would? “That little one. She’s just so young, so sweet… She reminds me of my little sister, Magnolia. Can’t stand to think how she’s doing without me.” She told Coriolanus sadly. All he could muster up was, “I’m sorry,”

There was a moment of silence between the two before Erykah spoke up again. “You seem like a good man Corio. Wish I met you differently…” She told him with a sad smile. “Maybe you could’ve come to one of my shows. Had a drink, maybe a dance or two.” As she spoke, Coriolanus’ eyes didn’t leave hers. He was hanging onto every word she said. “Yeah… that would’ve been nice.” He agreed with the same sad smile she wore.

Their conversation ended abruptly as the tribute from earlier finally got the bottle from her mentor. She pulled the pig-tailed girl in closer, so her neck was poking through the bars. The redheaded tribute smashed the bottle on the bars of the enclosure and drove the bottle into the mentor’s throat.

Erykah watched as Coriolanus ran over to the mentor and grabbed her body, holding her in his arms as she choked out blood. He called out for help as he sat there helplessly. Erykah hid while peacekeepers shot at the tribute. She could hear the girl's body collapse as the peacekeepers stopped their shooting, now moving over to drag Coriolanus away from the mentor’s body.

Erykah sat up after the chaos. She saw that most of the other tributes in the cage didn’t want to leave their hiding places, fearing that there were peacekeepers waiting for a chance to shoot at them.

She was scared. If the tributes don’t have a problem killing their own mentors, then they’ll have no trouble killing me. Who could she trust? She didn’t have any allies. She supposed Panlo counted, but they had only talked a couple of times. Likewise, she would be alone in that arena. Let’s hope I don’t die alone.

Erykah sat on a bench with her left hand chained down waiting for a short man, who she assumed was Coriolanus’ teacher, to finish talking.

“Dr Gaul wishes you all to preview the arena this afternoon with your tribute. Later this evening there will be a televised presentation of each tribute. You'll have an hour to discuss strategy.” The man walked off and took a small vial out of his pocket, gulping it down. Coriolanus sat down with a tense look on his face.

“I'm sorry about your classmate.” She uttered apologetically. “It's fine. Are you doing okay?” He attempted to change the subject. “The dress is my mom's, it's the only thing keeping me calm right now. Reminds me that I still have them waiting for me at home.” Erykah choked out. She sounded as if she were going to burst into tears any second.

“My mother used to smell like roses. She died in childbirth, I would’ve had a little sister.” Coriolanus smiled sadly at the memory of his mother. “I'm sorry Corio.” Erykah attempted to move her hand to hold his, the cuff attaching her to the table prevented her from doing so. He moved his to hers instead after seeing her try.

“What about you Erykah, how’s your family?” He changed the subject, gripping her hand slightly. Nobody around them, tributes nor mentors, seemed to notice the gesture. Erykah did. Her heart fluttered at the contact.

“Well… My dad passed away when I was twelve… so it’s just been me, my mom and my sister since then.” A look of grief as she told him. “I’ve been providing Maggy since then.”

“What about your mom?” Coriolanus asked her with a concerned look on his face. “She left us after it happened… she’s back now but I just… I can’t look at her the same.” She got a tighter grip on Coriolanus’ hand as she talked more about it. “I’m just worried that if I don’t make it back she’s going to leave like last time. I can’t leave my sister Corio.” Her voice shook as tears threatened to spill out.

“Good thing you’re not going to. I'm going to get you out of that arena, Erykah. I don't care what I have to do. I'm going to get you back to your sister.” He looked into her sad eyes and rubbed his thumb over her hand in hopes it would make her feel better. Her lip quivered as she tried to give him a smile.

“Well I’ve heard there were some interviews that the tributes had to do. I’m going to sing.” She changed the subject, sniffling as she spoke. He nodded at her, “You’ll do great, I know it.”

“Snow, Dovecote.” His teacher interrupted their conversation. Coriolanus squeezed her hand one last time before getting up. Another mentor with long black hair, who Erykah assumed was “Dovecote”, followed after him.

Not long after their exit, the tributes were instructed to enter the same car that had brought them to the zoo; it would now take them to the arena. A majority of her time at the Capitol has been taken up by moving around. This is where she either died or beat the odds.

Erykah stood in line waiting for entry to the arena. She fidgeted with her hands while she waited to go in. She heard footsteps across from her, Corio. He showed up by her side and gave a comforting nod as they began to walk in. 

The red lights of the entryway did not help with the uneasy feeling she had. “Enjoy the show!” An upbeat voice sounded as they walked through the turnstiles.

In a nervous reflex, she slowly moved her hand into Coriolanus’. He tightened his hand around hers. They continued to walk slowly and let go of each other at the sight of cameras. 

They walked around nervously as one of the mentors forced the camera on his tribute. “Hey, you! Get that camera on her!” Erykah scowled at him as you glanced around the arena. Where can I hide? It’s all open.

The sound of the doors closing startled her out of her anxiety. She looked up at Coriolanus who seemed to be just as confused as her. The loud windows of the arena started to open as the rest of the mentors and tributes were snapped out of conversation. Everyone looked up as the dark arena was brightened.

“I know you said you would get me back to my family, but I don’t know if I’m going to make it,” Erykah whispered to Coriolanus just before the arena exploded.

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Say you love me (I need it). [Miguel O'hara]

✿ - Having a crush in the spider society was seen as a distraction. The universe was supposed to be put first, so that's what you did.  Knowing that you were playing with your life and knew that this could kill you.

✿ - Miguel O'hara x Reader

✿ - Angst, With tiny fluff.

✿ - Hanahaki Disease.

✿ - Mentions of blood and vomit, bodily pain, near death experience, yelling/arguing, google translated spanish (I apologize in advance-)

A/N: Hiii~! This is my first fanfic! Miguel might be a little OOC, I wanted to make him a little more soft! My next fic however- I can’t promise you that lol!

If you want to support me: Here's My Kofi! <3

I appreciate everything and everyone who comes across my works! Enjoy!

You knew this disease had the ability and potential to kill you. You knew that very well.

You knew that eventually, it would constrict your breathing, flowers would crawl up your throat and leave you breathless before you eventually passed.

Were you going to say anything about it? Of course not. You couldn’t allow something like this disrupt your job as a spider person.

That was until you were out with Gwen and Jessica, and ended up puking up roses.

You had a mission in Earth-229, a rogue anomaly managed to make it into this universe and Alexander, the Spiderwoman of this dimension [My Spidersona ^^], was sick and couldn’t capture it.

So taking up the job, you were joined by Gwen and Jessica, and the mission was going well. The three of you managed to capture the anomaly and were preparing to bring it back to HQ when you got a surge of pain shoot through your chest.

‘No..no..no! Not now please! Anything but now!’

You were standing with Jessica as she logged the report, when you quickly left their side to curl over the side of the building you were standing on, scaring Gwen and concerning Jess.

“Y/n? Are you okay?!”

“Oh god..is it flaring up again? You haven't been around him today, though.”

That statement from Jess caused Gwen to look at her funny. “What? What is wrong with Y/n?” She asked as she rubbed your back, wincing as she listening to the sound of you throwing up, the pained yet muffled cries leaving your body.

Jessica walks over and helps Gwen raise you back up to your feet, a few rose petals stuck to your uniform, and Jessica looked over the building and sighed. Seeing full roses, some with thorns attached.

“Y/n. You need to either tell him. Or you need to get the surgery!”

“It’s not that simple Jessica! I am going to tell him!”

“When!? I am not going to sit back and watch you waste away simply because you can’t tell Miguel your feelings!”

Gwen, once again slowly raised her hand between the two arguing. “Um...Can I ask...what’s wrong, Y/n?”

You sigh and sit down on the edge of the building, placing a hand to your chest to try and ease the growing pressure that was raging in her body.

“It’s called Hanahaki Disease..”

Gwen raised an eyebrow. “I thought that was a fictional Disease? One used in stories and books..”

You give her a sad chuckle before looking over at her. “It is…in certain universes. Sadly mine it is very much a real disease.” You state as you slowly stand up. 

“Its a disease of unrequited love. One may start to cough of petals if the person they love does not love them back. It starts with Petals, then full flowers, then flowers with stems….” You take a deep breath as you could feel stems start to constrict around certain veins, your lungs being wrapped in a horrifically beautiful pattern.

Jessica can see you struggling to talk and sighs. “She’s in the late stages, stems start to appear in the victim's lungs eventually, if not surgically removed, they’ll constrict their lungs and eventually kill them.”

Gwen gasps as you lean against her, she could hear the wheezing as you struggle to breath, the quick rise and fall of your chest was concerning. You give her a pained smile as Jessica leads you through the portal and back to HQ.

“Y/n…why don’t you get them removed?...if you’re in so much pain..”

“Because. If I remove them. My feelings go too..” You quickly say as Gwen helps you sit on a bench in the cafeteria while Jessica goes to deliver the report to Miguel a job that was usually yours. But with your condition, you slowly stopped going, as even being around him for a short amount of time would cause the vines in your chest to tighten around your heart.

You then freeze for a bit a severe coughing fit coming over her as she hurled over, but instead of vomit, like Gwen had expected, it was several blood roses that hit the floor with a disgusting plop. You dry heave for a bit as a hand flew to your chest.

You could feel your head pounding, the world around you spinning, and you could feel the air being constricted from your lungs. You suddenly grip Gwen’s hand which causes the girl to jump and your eyes widened.

“G-gwen..I-i think i’m going to..” 

You didn’t get to finish the sentence before you felt your body go limp and you fell forward, barely being held up by Gwen who started to freak out.

Your vision was blurred and fading to black and the last thing you heard was Gwen yelling to whoever was passing by to help you to the medical bay.

"Oh My God! Y/n!"

"You did amazing today."

You don’t remember when your feelings for Miguel started. But you want to say it was about a year after joining the Spider Society.

It was just a normal day for you, you were chatting with Lyla as you waited for Miguel to assign you a new mission.

“Hey. Y/n.”

You raise your head to see Miguel lowering his platform so he could come over to you. You could feel  your heart rate increase as he stood across from you. 

“I just wanted to say Thank you, you’ve been a great asset to us since you’ve joined.”

That simple praise is what sent the ball rolling down the hill. Every word he said to you after that made your heart sore, you could see that when you come around that his mood brightens a bit. He would request for you to join him whenever he had a mission. 

"Please take care of yourself, that was a rough mission today,"

"Did you eat today? Please care for yourself, we don't need you passing out."

His small praises would make your heart happy. It made you feel worthy and it only solidified your growing feeling for him.

Sometimes the two of you would spend time together after missions and you knew you were falling head over heels for him.

That was until you overheard him speaking to Jessica one day.

“Why don’t you tell them Miguel?”

“Feelings will only complicate things. I can’t afford to put the universe at risk.”

Those words broke your heart. 

Put the universe at risk? Did he not trust you enough to allow you to love him? Was he afraid that something was going to happen and instead decided to push you away?

Whatever it was, it was the beginning of the end.

Your disease spreads rapidly. After one day of seeing the petals every time you went to cough. To have to leave meetings to have coughing fits and full flowers leaving your body. It was awful. The pain was relentless. You continued your duties as a spider woman, trying not to let your sickness affect you.

You even had a fainting spell in Miguel’s office, and had to beg him to let you continue working, and convince him that everything was fine when everything was in fact, not fine.

You struggled with trying to hide it from Miguel, but you managed, but you couldn't get it past Jessica. Jessica caught on and was concerned beyond belief. She would frequently check in on you, and try to convince you to say something to Miguel.

But you couldn't bring yourself to do it. You didn't want to add more stress to Miguel's daily battles already. So you kept it to yourself, and it was not well for you

“Y/n?...Y/n?..por favor dios cuide de ella*...”

You groaned as you felt IV’s hooked up into your arms, you felt a heavy weighted black over your body.

The sounds of a steady heart monitor and when you glanced over you saw an x-ray picture of your chest. Your condition was bad. You didn't release how bad you had let it get.

It showed vines wrapped around her lungs and flowers were in the smaller crevices, which prevented your body from working to it's full compacity.

You whined as your turned your head to look over to see a very stressed and looked like tear stained cheek Miguel sitting at your bedside with his eyes closed.

You reached out to touch the hand of Miguel who jumped slightly at your touch before he rose from his seat and pulled you into a hug. You froze for a bit before hugging him back, your eyes widening when you feel his body start to shake as if he was…crying.

“Miguel..Are you-”

“Shh..let me hold you..let me hold you y/n.”

You tightened your grip around him as he held onto you tight, he was holding you like you were going to vanish in an instance.

The two of you sat in silence for a good 10 minutes before he finally spoke up.

“Why?..” Is what he asked first, and you knew what he was asking.

“Why didn’t you tell me?!” HIs voice suddenly raised up and he moves to grip your shoulders. “How could you just suffer like that in silence?! ¡Respóndeme!” Miguel barked and you could feel tears welling up in your eyes.

“I..i..I’m so sorry Miguel. I..i didn’t want to be a burden to you-”

“SO YOU DECIDED THAT DYING WAS BETTER!?” 

You winced as he cut you off, you hated when he yelled but this time, it wasn’t from a place of anger..it was one of fear, concern and hurt. Miguel brought his hands up to caress both of your cheeks, he lets out a soft sigh before bringing your lips towards his. You gasped as he pulled you into a soft precious kiss, you felt like you were on cloud nine.

Miguel held your lips before pulling away slightly, and pulling you back into a hug.

“Please…do not do that ever again. I love you too much to lose you, especially like this..”

He places a kiss on your forehead as he held you, rubbing your arms, having to have a hand touching you.

You felt your heart swell and hurt, you could feel tears well up in your eyes again as you buried your head into his chest. It was a silent confirmation that the two of you made to each other.

"The doctor says you're cleared up...I'm so glad...When i saw it I thought..I thought.." He got choked up again before he sighs a bit.

"I thought you were going to die...and leave me alone again."

From that moment forward, You promised to tell him everything and he promised to be there for you.

Miguel made sure to take care of you, if you even felt a little off he made you tell him, he was scared of your disease coming back [Even when you told him it wasn’t like that]. He made sure to tell you everyday when you came into HQ that he loved you, hugging you and kissing your cheek or forehead before you left on a mission.

Miguel didn’t want to lose you. So made sure to say it every time he saw you.

“Hey, Mi Amor,..” Miguel stopped you before you headed on a mission, he pulls you into a hug before placing a kiss on your lips.

“I love you.”

You blush and let a small giggle slip past your lips before kissing him back. 

“I love you too..”

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Which of the brothers would most likely be a yandere?

Prompt: From top to bottom, which of the brothers would be more of a yandere?

Tags: Devildom world building, mentions of the brothers' pasts after and before falling from heaven, delusional mindsets, desperation, mentions of how they'd react if MC were anything but human, kidnapping, torture, all of these demons are insufferable lol, Mc should really invest in becoming an exorcist, OOC brothers.

A/N:

*This is completely scrambled and unedited, so read at your own risk lol. I wanted to write it completely organized, but I gave up halfway ( ´_ゝ`)...

Note: I will edit this here and there since I might wanna add more changes since I may have rushed this

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Leviathan:

Immediately, he would be the first of the seven deadly sins to be a yandere. Leviathan is a reckless, emotionally driven demon fueled by jealousy 24/7.

He often gets jealous of many things, from either not owning a specific item or even the littlest of things that don't necessarily relate to him. There are so many things that push Leviathan to an orange filled envy, but none of them compare to lacking...Love.

As it is known, Leviathan is a hoarder - not as bad as Mammon.

Leviathan tends to collect excessive amounts of whatever gains his interest. Whether it's the newest latest addition to the Ruri-Chan merch, his favorite video game series, or anything that fits his otaku nature.

It fills him with a sense of pride. It boots his ego, and it comforts his inner insecurities, knowing that no one else could ever amount to his collection. But when he's hit with it again, hit with the harsh reality of how lonely he is compared to others - it fills him with a cowardly rage.

Love. Something that he was cursed to forever be void of by his 'father' after the fall. Something that is so tempting - so unreachable - it tortures him. Something so simple that everyone else can have, but he can't.

It doesn't help that as a seven deadly sin, it's hard to obtain a genuine trust in hell. The higher the demon is in Devildom hierarchy, the harder it is for them to form trustful or emotionally filling relationships since other high or low ranking demons would objectify you as some typical terrifying, spoiled, powerful demon.

Because of this, Leviathan hates himself. He hates the fact that he's the avatar of envy - and the fact that as the avatar of envy, he can't even own up to it or make it a proud staple of his very existence! Instead, he's just some retired navy leader who lazes around in his dark, disgusting room, pouting his time away. It's why it isn't uncommon to hear Leviathan berate himself so constantly.

He absolutely resents those around him who are able to socialize, to form relationships, to even MAINTAIN them.

He hates it, he hates hearing the stories of how immortal beings were able to find love. He despises the fact that cupids are able to find and influence love itself, how angels are able to keep eternal love, and how even the lowest of demons in Devildom are able to have families of their own!

For fucks sake, shouldn't HE be the one having all those things? He was a renowned leader of Hell's Royal Navy! It's not fair, everyone else should be suffering, they don't have the high status and responsibilities to have something so special.

He hates it, it makes him look pathetic, but lord the things he does just to even have an ounce of what they have...

It's why I can see him falling in love so quickly the moment someone catches his eyes. If you fit his preference in any shape or form, its over for you.

Like a typical siren type demon, Leviathan usually likes to go for human lovers. It's very rare to see him crush over a demon, angel, cupid, or any other mystical being because of the lack of trust he has for them.

However since most of his lovers are human, they're quite disposable sadly due to the lack of care he has for their delicate 'state'.

For now, I'd say Leviathan isn't a concerning Yandere when it comes to being targeted if you are anything but a human! But the moment he explores different immortal beings is when situations would start to get a bit worrying and tragic.

Otherwise if you are a demon who happens to work or interact with Leviathan in any shape or form. Whether it be from the navy or casual business endeavors. The best advice you could ever get is; steer away from his lover, don't ever mention his lover, question if he has one, or try to get romantically involved with him.

That is unless you want to risk being digested inside a mythical sea creature, being burned alive in their intestines for hundreds of years, only to be spewed out as living shit. Yes, even if you get digested and spewed out by a creature in hell, you CANNOT DIE as a demon. And he knows it. In his twisted sense of humor, he could really call you 'the piece of shit that you are'.

Leviathan is smarter than what he shows himself to be as, he's a military man that is chronically online- it makes him horrifyingly creative when it comes to torturing people.

But overall Leviathan is the first demon brother to be the most obessive, desperate, and lonely yandere of them all. He just wants love, that's it, it's not so hard to give him that right?

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Mammon:

Mammon, the second eldest from all of his brothers is the most human out of them all. He's more laid back and able to empathize and understand emotions and people's behavior a lot better than any of his brothers. His sin, greed, is at a constant momentum throughout every person's life. Greed is inescapable, it's something that is biologically built in every being- the exception being angels- for the means of survival. It's what makes Mammon so powerful, so influential, Mammon knows what people think, what they want, and why they want it.

Because of this, Mammon is able to manipulate and exploit any situation for his benefit. He's able to always get what he wants, even if told no beforehand.

He's gotten used to it, getting whatever he wants in such large amounts, it's become a dangerous habit.

Mammon is an extreme hoarder because of this. He's gotten so used to winning, he's used to feeling that constant dopamine rush whenever he gets what he wants.

Still, he somehow manages to keep his room clean no matter how many items he crams into his space.

It's something he can never get used to, the feeling of an intense want and need for something. He just can't put a finger to it. Mammon knows he has literally everything in the world, from the smallest of trinkets, to the stashes of gold and money, his greed is never satisfied.

There was always that small lingering since of emptiness that clawed the back of his mind. The worst part is, no one could ever understand, or at least comfort him. His brothers could care less since they had their own issues, he couldn't trust any other demon in Devildom, and humans..Maybe one of them could understand. But how embarrassing would that be for the great Mammon?

Mammon has everything he could ever ask for, but no matter what, he'll always want more. And its why he longs for that relationship with somsone- for someone to understand him, to shower him in love- something even money couldn't do, to hold him, to worship and praise him, just to tell him that's it's enough...

It's why embarrassing it is for him, Mammon is desperate for any sort of attention. Platonic, familial, or even romantic, Mammon doesn't care how belittling it makes him look- espically considering his status, he just wants something to make him feel more than he already feels.

So even though he's all high and mighty, full of pride and his ego being off the charts. Mammon is desperate to the point of going on his knees and begging for anyone- you - to just give him this ONE thing.

Either way, if begging doesn’t work on you, Mammon is smart enough to figure out what makes you break.

Afterall, he does have eyes everywhere (those eyes being the crows that he tasks to be his watchful eye. Since his animal is a crow, I can see Mammon being able to talk and task the crows to watch over you)

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Asmodeus:

It's hard for him to maintain a relationship, it's a curse really. Afterall he is the avatar of lust for a reason. He can't fall in love or have any genuine feelings for anyone thanks to his sin.

He's always constantly yearning for someone, lusting over the traits that perhaps they could give him- to satisfy him.

He cares, but then he doesn’t. He wants it, but then he hates it. Asmodeus can never make up his mind when it comes to love. Whether it's platonic or romantic.

If he obesses over someone, it's probably due to the fact that for once, he can feel a sense of normality whenever he's around them.

In contrast to the intense, passionate, and overwhelming feelings of lust and possession, a sense of warmth and peace would be a nice change of pace.

I can see Asmodeus not falling for anyone unless they somehow form some sort of a deep connection with him.

He's been in hell for so long- he doesn't know what a normal friendship even looks like.

Even when roams around the Earth, he could never grasp the concept of a healthy relationship... (since humans are completely flawed and influenced by their sin. So humans are absolutely abysmal with relationships to the point of insanity. Either way, Asmodeus is left even more confused when he observes human relationships because of the complexity and constant shift in their definations or rules of relationships.)

He's been through humans and demons like candy- so even grabbing his attention as a friend is hard. He's met so many fakers. He kind of just ignores whoever tries to get close with him. So it really is hard for him to get attached and obess over someone.

The last time he's ever really 'loved' someone was Helen. But even then its never worked out.

Nothing ever works out. So he builds a wall, a wall of pride and insecurities.

But once someone manages to break down that wall, he's in disbelief and in madness. It took a millennium, it took YEARS, and yet it took a simple being such as you to full in that void.

He's curious about you immediately, desperate even. He doesn't want to scare you off, so he'll shower you in gifts and praise. His mask is slipping, but he doesn't care.

It's been so long since he's ever felt an ounce of true respect and empathy. He will never let it slip so easily. It's been so long since he's ever felt an ounce of true respect and empathy. He will never let it slip so easily.

So he'll follow you, persuade you. He doesn't care if you see him as a friend or lover - he doesn't even know what he sees you as. But he just wants you by his side 24/7.

Talk to anyone else? He'll bombard you with questions- what makes them so interesting? Is he better than them? They're just an accquantice, right?

Human, Angel, Demon, or any type of creature you are - Asmodeus doesn't care.

If you're an angel, he'll try to keep you as pure as possible. He doesn't want to cause you anymore pain. But he finds it hard as he realises that you can't stay in hell since eventually you would have to return to heaven with the rest of the other angels. Plus.. just the thought of being him, your corruption sends a shiver down his spine. So, with a few lingering touches and some sweet whispers in your ear, Asmodeus will enjoy every moment corrupting a poor innocent angel in the most pleasurable way possible.

However, if you're a human, he'll do anything to keep you immortal so that he can keep you forever. If you're anything else such as a demon or another supernatural creature, well, isn't he lucky! Keeping you wouldn't be so hard.

Overall, Asmodeus would be a rare yandere- but a sweet- clinging, loving, yet overbearing one once turned on.

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Belphegor:

Belphegor has little to no attraction to anyone or even with the thought of forming relationships. Like Leviathan, Belphegor is a shut-in, a demon who often lives most of his life inside his head - too tired to care about reality.

So I personally don't see Belphegor falling in love or growing an extreme infatuation for any being from heaven, hell, or earth.

Since Belphegor could care less about anyone - why should he? Why should he want a relationship? Is there any point or benefit for him?

Belphegor doesn't like change at all. He's a demon with a schedule of his own admission and would rather keep it that way.

Finding another person to enter his life would simply destroy his whole entire niche. However, if someone were to catch his eye- it would have to be through visiting their dreams.

You see, during Belphegor's indulgent slumbers- he's always visiting other people dreams, causing terror just for his pure amusement. He loves it. He gets a rush out of draining people from their energy to ruin the one thing they can enjoy - sleep.

The thought of them being oh so afraid while he gets to control their world, to introduce them to the many horrors that they cannot comprehend, and even after they wake up, they are still struck with fear as they have to await what happens to their next sleep.

So, if by some unfortunate curse, someone were to catch his eye, Belphegor would make them his main focus whenever he goes into a deep sleep. Because for once, out of every being he's ever met..You entertain him.

So inevitably, you'd save countless amounts of beings from Belphegor's nightmare shenanigans - however, you'd be stuck with whatever he has in store.

It would be a terrifying incident since Belphegor would most likely try to keep your dreams prolonged as possible. No matter how far away you were for him, somehow- he'd be able to lull you into a long coma that could last for days, only letting you wake up to do basic functions such as eat, drink, use the bathroom, and whatnot.

It wouldn't take long for him to want more though, sure it's fun controlling whatever world your mind forms and making up scenarios for you two, such as dates or events.

But.. Now, he's curious about what it would be like to do that outside of your dreams. Furthermore, he's even more curious about who you really are outside your dreams.

Whether it be your looks, personality, or how strong you are, you are really outside your mental state? It doesn't matter how many times you try to persuade him that it isn't worth finding you.

Once Belphegor has made up his mind, there's no stopping him.Whether he tears through Hell, Earth, or the exchange program- he will find you. It's only a matter of time.

Besides, how hard can it be when he could just invasively search through your mind?Overall, as a yandere, I guess you could say Belphegor would be more of an antagonistic sadistic abuser that favors you for how much you amuse him.

Maybe it's obsession, love, or favoritism - Belphegor doesn't know what it is either. But all he knows is that your cries, screams, your fear, your happiness, he wants it for himself.

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Beelzebub:

He's softer and more human than the rest of the brothers (besides Mammon). I can see him being more of a protective and soft spoken type of yandere. Not sadistic, but controlling and a bit masochistic.

He finds it adorable if you berate him- it's almost like a small puppy barking at him. He thinks this cause- you do know he can crush you right? He could eat you like the others and you couldn't do a thing a about it.

When it comes to romantic relationships, Beel doesn’t yearn for it- although he isn’t against the thought of being romantically involved with someone.

He does enjoy the thought of being beside someone who he can confide with. He daydreams about it a lot more than anyone could ever imagine.

(I'm not gonna lie. I don't have any more current thoughts, but I really do see him being a bit of a softie and a lot less cruel than all of his brothers combined. I do know I will write about each brother more separately in more organized depth later 😭)

Satan:

With a calm exterior outside and an angry issue inside, when it comes to romance and obsession, he could care less about it. It's a waste of time for him, and why else would he focus on anything else when he has his inner issues and his duties to attend to?

Like all his brothers, he's been alive for God knows how long- and he's met all sorts of people. He finds them all the same or just.. Annoying.

It's really hard for any of them to earn his respect, and he really hates it. Everyone around him are like worms, crawling with impulse and just gorging on filth.

However, if he were to find someone of interest, it would most likely have to be out of respect. I could see a scenario of Satan perhaps knowing you for a long time. He hadn't thought much of you until you gained his respect. Ever since then, he couldn't help but be in such awe for you.

Maybe it's because you're the thing that actually calms his nerves. It's why he'll never admit it, but he does get explosive when he sees you interacting with others. You're not filthy, so why are you contaminating your mind and soul with disgusting parasites?

He needs you in a way. He hates it. It brings down his pride, but you're the only thing that can take away his intense emotions that overwhelm him.

He's dependent on you, and it angers him of how you don't see the severity of what you've done to him.

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Lucfier:

Lucifer is a demon of power, status- the very essence of perfection. As the eldest of all the seven deadly sins, Lucifer holds a high bar of standards when it comes to his life and how he shapes it.

He's nit picky about every detail that surrounds him, from the people that talk to him, how he presents himself- no matter what it is, Lucifer will always filter it. He needs to be perfect, whatever that cost may be.

Afterall, he deserves to have the best of the best after the torture he had to endure from the moment he fell from grace. So what makes you think Lucifer would allow some measly being, something so pathetic, so insignificant- just another number to a population- would make him fall down onto his knees?

Lucifer, the eldest, the one who lived ever since Adam and Eve flourished on earth, the one who started the celestial war, went against his own kind, absorbed ancient years worth of knowledge, saw man kind change throughout the centuries.

He's the all knowing eye of everything that you see, so how could he ever see anyone eye to eye? Every being he ever comes across is just a means to evolution that he had to witness.

So if in that rare moment someone catches his eye, it's granted that he'll immediately make it known to them. Whether it be leaning close to them, leading them into his office as he tells them upfront, or perhaps just locking them away in his private chambers. He doesn't care if they consent or not, either way he'll break it into their minds of how happy they should be now that Lucifer has their eye on them completely.

That he, one of the first angels that god had created, one of the three orignal archangels, took interest in an animal like you.

When it comes to who most likely Lucifer would target, I would have to bet that it would most likely have to be angels from the exchange program.

There's just something that heats up whenever he sees them. Angels, something so pure, so naive, so..Perfect. He adores how elegant and beautiful they make themselves out to be. Though, at the same time..Lucfier adores the idea of owning an angel, keeping them in a nice cage just for them- shaping them into his perfect image, giving them their true potential to be the most flawless creature in all the realms.

Humans and demons couldn't ever compare to them. Humans, the pathetic creations of his father. Demons- humans that endulged with sin and filth beyond salvation.

But angels...Something about them just brings a smile onto his face. Maybe it's the nostalgia, perhaps maybe it's because he could relate to them, or maybe it's just the thought of owning something close to perfection.

But overall, gaining Lucifer's attention is rare and even difficult. No matter who you are or what you are Lucifer could care less about you unless you benefit him in some way.

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[ghost-rattan]

hello! Hello! I’ve stumbled upon this blog and really like it! Is it alright if I request? If so could I be called 🧸Anon?

I wanna spread this small idea, how about reader who likes to act dumb and weak because it fools people and makes them underestimate her..but she’s actually really smart and control alot of stuff in the background? It can be for whoever you want!

Hiya!! sorry this took a while! <3 excited to see what else you come up with! and yes the bear is free! :D might be a little ooc but hope you enjoy!

reader who tricks people to underestimate her!

Kunikida

When you first met he fell for it! You where his ideal woman but he also thought you where a damsel in destress and was honestly confused on how you joined the Ada

He thought that until you were undercover for a mission, you where all nice and kind to the criminal

That was until you both were sent on a undercover mission

He saw how quickly you switched from this kind smile to a more sadistic one

his eyes where wide open bro was so confused

after the mission you where more you calm collected as everything around this guy got torn into apart

you had secretly got one of your allies to infiltrate the this guys organization (kinda reminds me of william from mtp)

Kunikida was confused so he just straight up asked you about it

"People always look down on me so why not play to it? It works to catch the criminals and bring justice to this world so why not?"

that was the moment he fell in love with you <3

Now in a relationship he likes how strong you are and how you have a more phycological way to take care of your self

he's kinda annoyed that he fell for it

fyodor

HE LOVES IT

Like I said in my last post I can picture him with a manipulative person

you both can have dates where you plan missions together

I feel like you have an organization too but all your people know you as what you show them which is this act

When you both met he saw right through you sadly but when every one else was falling for it he was honestly impressed

He was also the first person to see through your little act

He honestly loves watching you manipulate others with this sweet dumb innocent girl act

He honestly thinks all the people that fall for it deserve what they have coming

I do think he would get annoyed if you thought you were better than him but other than that he would be glad that you have this ability to trick people too

You both give little pointers to each other and how you both can improve

He's honestly glad that you don't put up this act with him

he likes knowing the true you <3

#bungou stray dogs #bungou stray dogs x reader #bsd headcanons #bsd x reader #fyodor x reader #kunikida x reader

[cross-crye]

𝖘𝖔𝖗𝖗𝖔𝖜𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖙

neuvillette x gn!reader

hurt/comfort

wc: 0.6 k

a/n: Fontaine brought me back from the dead and my new fictional bf saved me from the writing slump ive been in for months. So enjoy this hurt/comfort fic w Neuvillette. To be honest he may be a bit ooc but this is entirely self indulgent so it's fine.

For a few days now it had been drizzling in Fontaine. Anyone who had attempted to step outside their home would find themselves to be rained on ever so lightly by the suppposed tears trieckling from the Hydro Dragon's heart. To some the scent of freshly fallen rain was comforting while others' mood had only been dampened by the uncooperative weather.

The Chief Justice of Fontaine was glancing at the rain outside from the window in his office. His view was ever so slighlty obscured by the tears slowly rolling down his cheeks. Hisbittersweet moment of peacefull silence was interupted by the creak of his office door opening as his concerned lover stepped through.

"Oh mon beau... What has gotten you so down?" They asked in a sombre tone adressing the judge. Despite not seeing his damp cheeks due to his turned back they were certain of the state their lover was in.

"I simply missed you is all." Neuvillette responded, attempting to dismiss his beloved's worries. Upon hearing his repsonse their concern for the man grew tenfold. They slowly approached him, moving to stand in front of him, offering his hadns a comforting squeeze.

"We both know thats not it Neuvi" they said hoping that the endearing nickname might help soothe him even a little. "You don't have to worry about burdening me with your thoughts. Please tell me what it is that truly saddens you so I can help." they continued.

Neuvillette hesitated to answer for a while, his expression betraying his inner turmoil. Eventually he decided to give in to his conflicting thoughts and confide in his love, after all he would trust them with anything. "The last trial I judged didn't qo quite as I expected it to…" he trailed off, still hesitating to look his partner in the eye. "A man had murdered his brother's wife in a jealous fit of rage. As the gruesome details of the case were revealed during the trial I couldn't help but think of what I'd do if something like this ever happened to you. I had previously thought I understood humans but I grow more and more unsure of that with every case. Its truly something to have to see people go against what I had previously thought to be human nature, becoming so overtaken by wrath that they do teh unspeakable." Neuvillette said sadly. "Cases like this make me realise that I now have something to loose to the unreliable nature of humanity. You. Im not used to that, so when the thought becomes apparent again I… I don't know what to do about it. So I end up overtaken by emotions I don't truly understand struggling to navigate my own thoughts and feelings." He finally declared dejectedly.

"Oh love… You worry far too much my dear. Now come here" They said as they moved to embrace Neuvillette. One hand was drawing patterns on his skin through the fabric of his clothes, the other softly carding through his hair as he wept silently into their shoulder all while maintaing their embrace. They'd lean down occasionally, leaving a kiss on his forehead or cheek soothing Neuvillette with affection.

The rain was letting up as Neuvillette calmed down, his thoughts regaining momentary stability. He lifted his face from his lover's damp shoulder hands moving to trace his jawline. Those hands moved up his soft skin, moving to wipe the remaining tears from the corners of his eyes. Now that the Chief Justice was no lpnger leaning down, standing at full height his lover would lean up, slightly raising on their tip tops to kiss the tear tracks adorning his pale cheeks.

The two remained in Neuvillette's office in a comfortable silence, preffering to let their actions do the talking instead of words, showering each other in affection, love shining brightly in both their eyes.

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[4crew]

THE SERIES

: THOUSAND YEARS

Gun Park x Fem!Reader

ㅤㅤㅤㅤPart 1

ㅤ " Remember me "

A/N : I didn't know that the Progolue would get this much likes, thank you sm! I'm actually surprised 😭 but as promised here the part 1 that you guys are waiting for!

And yes english is not my first language. I'll be telling you guys the same thing til chapter 4 or 5 HAHA

Gun is a bit ooc sry.

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Is was a bit weird for a foreigner from Japan to move in to South Korea, but you did it anyway.

Thankful for your childhood friend, who has taught you some Korea when you told him that you wanted to go there someday.

But sadly all the memories of him fades away when you were recovering in the hospital for 3 months.

You did tries to ask your parents about the young boy, but they know nothing about him. The only thing they told you was that he was dangerous, and you should stay away from him.

That, make you want to meet the boy more.

It's been 5 years now, since you now to South Korea all by yourself, but of course your parents often sent you some money for you. They were worried, but they wouldn't stop you from your dreams.

Surprisingly you got in one of the fashion school that you wanted. You also got a part time job easily, a cashier in the small convenient store not too far from your school.

The boss there was a bit creepy but you didn't think it's was a problem at first.

Now, let's focus on the present shall we?

You were walking back to your apartment while talking to the young man Daniel. He dumped into you one day in the library and when he was about to apologize, you speaks up the apologies first and quickly got on your knees and help him with his books.

From that day on you became his personal tutor, you didn't mind being the tutor. You always have a kind heart and soul after all.

But today was different, since the moment you met that tall man who looks.. Familiar in some way. Naturally you would talk about your day and what you're going to make for dinner.

You ended up being quiet til' you stepped in your apartment. Daniel was worried but he knew he couldn't push you too much, so he just texted you to make sure you're ok.

And when you answer that everything was alright, he sighs in relief.

You don't really know why you chose to be a cashier at night shift but.. You did, so here you are, in your cashier outfit working at night.

It's was bored for most of the time

Until the door opened up and your eyes lit up in excitement. Finally a customer!

" Welco– " Oh.

It's him

Your words caught in your throat when the tall man look over to you. Even with his shade on you knew he was looking right into your eyes.

You quickly look away from embarrassment when he finally walk toward you.

" May I uh.. Help you? " You tried again, this time you force yourself to look up at him. But when he only respond with a low chuckle that slips from his mouth. You were about to speak again but then he open his mouth once more.

" You're as beautiful as the day I lost you " The man said.

And you freeze. Not before you felt your face heat up, not only from those sweet words but also how sexy it sound coming from him.

You quickly clear your throat and finally speak up.

" I'm sorry but.. You might get the wrong person " You let out a small laugh before you glance back to meet his eyes.

He's just.. Stared, and that stared make you nervous, maybe it could even make any woman knees weak.

But when he suddenly came up to you and grabbed your wrist without any warning, your body react on it own by slapping his face with your full force.

And then the silence filled the air.

Your eyes widened in shock from what you did. And his glasses were now on the ground. You were about to shout out an apologize before another chuckle left his mouth and his now revealed eyes meet with yours.

He finally got to see you clearly, not just from behind that stupid glasses he likes to wear so much.

And you. You knew you should be scared, you should runaway, but instead. You felt like those eyes we're drawing you in.

" S– Sorr–.. "

" It's okay " He said.

Gently letting go of your wrist before he crouches down grabbing his glasses, as his dark gaze glance up to you.

" I should have ask you properly " He said before walking towards you even more.

You stood there. Still trying to contain all your thoughts what just happened but then he handed you a black card.

Giving him a questioning like last time before he raised his eyebrow. You slowly grabbed the black card before you start to read it.

Gun Park

Yamazaki Yuzuru

XX-XXXX-XXXX

You're eyes widened before you shot your head up to ask him a question, but.

He was gone.

You sighs in disbelief, you didn't get to say sorry properly.

Well, now that you got his contacts you may as well try to say it to him properly through your phone? Yeah, maybe you could do that.

You simply kept the card in your pocket before she continues to do your night shift like usual.

But there's one problem.

You couldn't stop thinking about him.

You know it's weird, you just met him! How could you felt something like that for someone at first sight.

Yeah yeah, a lot of people might believe in love at first sight but you don't. You know there's something wrong. Something.. familiar.

After your night shift. You went back to your apartment and took a nice shower and making yourself a warm meal from your mother recipes.

Card in your hand, and your phone in the other. You have been staring at your phone for the last 30 minutes now. You don't know why you were scared but you are.

And finally! You called him.

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...

...

" Hello ? "

" H–Hi! It's uh.. " You said your name.

Your heart were beating so fast you thought you were going to fast out.

When you didn't heard any answer, you try calling his name.

" Sorry, I didn't think you would call " and gosh.. The way you say his name. He could felt his heart skipped a beat.

" Oh– sorry, am I interrupting anything? " You asked, worried that you might call in the wrong timing.

But when he said that it's was okay, you simply sighs in relief.

The night went on by you and him. Gun. Talk all about the things that you wanted to know.

Even though he wanted to tell you everything he remember. All those memories that you guys made together in your childhood days. He couldn't. Maybe letting you find out by yourself might be the right way.

So, he lied. He lied about how you look like his childhood friend that he lost. He lied about everything he could, not wanting to make you feel any guilt for what happened 6 years ago.

And you believe him, even if you didn't want to. But you did.

Eventually it got late and you forgot about your school for tomorrow, you quickly glance at your alarm clock on your desk.

" AH! I have school tomorrow! Uh- I uh.. See you later? " You said, feeling a bit bad for leaving him in the middle of the conversation.

But when you hear him chuckle and slightly giving you a confirmation that it's was ok and you should get rest.

You chuckle softly before thanking him.

As you were about to press the disconnect button. His voice murmurs out.

" Would you like to have dinner together? Tomorrow? "

Your eyes widened as your face heat up from just thinking. This gorgeous man is asking you out?!

" S–Sure " You said. " What time? "

" I'll pick you up after school "

Oh yeah. He knew what school you were in, you forgot about that.

You gave him your last confirm that you accept his date. And finally hitting that disconnect button. Laying your head and your body down on the soft mattress, gently closing your eyes. And doze off immediately.

You couldn't wait for your date night tomorrow.

( AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH MY BATTERY IN AT 5% WHILE WRITING THE LAST PART NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO )

#gun park x reader #park jonggun x reader #lookism #lookism x reader #gun park #park jonggun #the series : thousand years @4crew

[rhystial]

Jax and The Box.

fandom: the amazing digital circus

relationship: jax (romantic/platonic)

warnings: yandere, manipulation (+ emotional), isolation, kinda bullying?? it's jax man idk

let me know if more warnings need to be added!

notes: this is me testing my characterization of jax, i'm so sorry it's short and probably ooc!!! i promise once i write more of him, he will be near canon!!

ignore the plotholes... might edit this book to fix them... maybe

also reader is a jack-in-the-box :)

cross-posted from my ao3.

You've discovered that counting the days you've been stuck here is surprisingly therapeutic.

The act of keeping track of time, the passage of each day, and the steady increase in numbers is actually calming to you. It provides a sense of order and purpose in an otherwise chaotic and uncertain situation.

However, there is one individual who, sadly, has been known to disturb this peaceful atmosphere from time to time.

"Heeeey, newbie!" The words stretched out into the still air, seemingly echoing with the sound of anticipation.

Your body tensed up in response, ready to either fight or run (well... hop away, since your body didn't quite have legs), depending on the situation. You looked around, scanning the still unfamiliar surroundings for the man who had called out to you.

You had always found Jax's careless and sarcastic attitude to be a bit much, especially in these quiet moments. You were grateful for the moments of peace that you were able to indulge in, but his sudden, loud voice always seemed to ruin the tranquility.

"Hey... Jax." Your words were slow, measured, as if you were gauging his intentions before fully acknowledging his presence. The weary expression on your face was apparent, as if you were exhausted from the day's events and uncertain of how to proceed.

"Y'know, I've been looking for you!" His voice held a hint of playfulness, but the smile that spread across his face was somewhat forced.

As he stepped closer, you instinctively hopped back, your body responding on its own to the sudden invasion of your personal space.

"Oh... have you?" You managed to let out a weak chuckle, the tension in your voice palpable as you uttered.

"Sure have," he purred, "you're quite hard to find — even with that big crate of yours." His tone was full of a peculiar mix of amusement and malice, as if he were toying with you like a cat with a ball of yarn.

As his hand leaned over to pat the side of your box, you felt a wave of unease wash over you, like a storm was brewing inside you. He was too close, and you could feel his breath on your skin. The rhythmic patting was almost hypnotic, but you knew that it was a ploy to distract you and get too close for comfort.

Despite the conflicting emotions, you couldn't help but acknowledge the fact that he was right — you had been hard to locate, it was on purpose.

But somehow, he had managed to find you.

"Anywhoooo," he trailed off with a low hum, snapping you out of your thoughts, "Caine wanted me to grab ya n' whatnot... says there's a new game to be played with 'nother newbie."

You could only stare at him in stunned silence, your brows furrowed and your mind racing as you tried to make sense of his words.

"A new person?" you repeated back to him, your tone laced with a hint of incredulity.

He shrugged his shoulders in a dismissive gesture, turning away from you with a nonchalant sway of his hands. He stops abruptly when he realizes you're not following him, his face contorting into a deep groan as frustration boils just beneath the surface.

His patience seemed to have run thin, as he turned to face you with an exaggerated sigh. "Are you coming, or what?" he asked, his tone sharp and exasperated. You flinched at the sudden shift in his demeanor, surprised with his attitude.

His eyes narrow as he realizes you're not moving, his hand resting on his hip with annoyance. Before he can voice his frustrations, you blurt out a hesitant apology, feeling embarrassed and scared by his sudden change in demeanor.

His silence feels heavy, as if it's pushing down on you, making you feel small and vulnerable. You wish he would say something, anything to break the tension that feels as if it's threatening to crush you. But you can't seem to find the strength to speak either, feeling trapped by the silence between you.

"...Ya need me to carry you?" He breaks the silence, the anger of his immediately washed away.

His offered gesture of what you could only assume to be kindness makes you feel confused... and even a little guilty, even though you're not sure why.

He must've sensed your confusion, for he quickly adds another question, "Or would you prefer that I drag you by your box?" His tone is playful, and his grin grows wider as he waits for your response.

"I'd prefer you to not touch m—" You try to finish your sentence, but your words are lost as you're suddenly lifted off of the ground without any warning.

"Jax!!!"

Two days have passed since the stranger arrived, and they have yet to fully adjust to their surroundings.

Their skittishness was all too familiar, their hesitancy to explore this strange new realm mirroring your own. You've seen their apprehension and fear, the uncertainty in their eyes as they gaze around at the unfamiliar landscape.

It's clear that they're still adjusting to their surroundings, and you can't help but feel empathetic towards their plight.

Jax, on the other hand, didn't seem to care. As the new person stumbled around, you watched in disbelief at his display of apathy.

He seemed to derive a strange pleasure from making the new person miserable.

He would go out of his way to sabotage and humiliate them, tripping them and making a spectacle of their misfortune. His laughter seemed to ring out louder and more harshly every time he saw the new person stumble and fall, each cruel act seeming to bring him more pleasure.

You finally decided to confronted him about this.

"What is wrong with you?" You shout at the rabbit, your voice laced with anger and frustration as you grip the walls of your box tightly. Your eyes are narrowed as you stare him down, your body trembling with the intensity of your emotions.

"What do ya mean?" He counters, his tone casual, almost playful, his smirk never fading. The smugness radiates off of him, making the air heavy and oppressive.

His nonchalant response only serves to further frustrate and anger you, the intensity of your emotions only growing stronger as the rabbit continues to play dumb. You can't understand how he could be so unaware, so disconnected from the harm he was causing.

"Why're you being such a %$!# to Kaufmo?!" Your question came out as a shout, the anger in your voice clear and unmistakeable.

Jax's smug expression flickered for a moment, seemingly surprised by the sudden outburst. For the first time, you saw something behind his eyes — a slight narrowing of his gaze, a subtle twitch of his lips...

"You should be thankful that it's not you." His words were like a dagger to your heart, leaving you feeling a mix of confusion and anger. He was implying that you should be grateful to not be the target of his cruel behavior, that you should accept the fact that he would continue to torment Kaufmo with impunity. You couldn't believe that he could be so heartless, so lacking in empathy.

"It's your fault that I'm feeling the need to blow off steam in the first place." He added to his previous statement, holding a hand up to where his heart would be.

You wanted to lash out, to scream at him, to make him understand how cruel and unkind his words and actions were.

But you couldn't bring yourself to, and you didn't know why.

You've stopped counting the days after that, stopped marking their progression.

Life in the circus has turned into a blurry, endless cycle of days, each one a mirror of the one before it. Each day brings it's own frustrations and triumphs, it's own joy and sorrow, but somehow, they all seem to blend together, creating a seemingly endless loop of monotony.

Avoiding Jax became routine, too.

It was like a second nature, almost instinctual at this point. You've developed a sixth sense for detecting his presence, his footsteps, his voice. You instinctively knew what areas he frequented and which ones he avoided, which paths he took and which ones he left alone.

And yet, no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't seem to escape his shadow, his presence weighing on you like a dark cloud.

You found yourself shying away from the rest of the cast, reluctant to engage in their shenanigans for fear of Jax's wrath. The last time you tried to participate, you remembered the way Jax had stepped in, his words cutting like a razor, his gaze cold but tone cheerful.

"You don't get to talk to them."

You didn't know if his words were directed to you, or the other members.

You had given up trying to make connections with anyone else, feeling like as long as Jax was around, you would never be a part of the group. The isolation was starting to take a toll on you, leaving you feeling increasingly alone and disconnected from those around you.

The loneliness was almost too much to bear, your heart aching with a deep, desolate sadness. You had no one to turn to, no one to confide in, no one to comfort you when things felt overwhelming. It felt like you were adrift in an endless sea of isolation, with no land in sight, no one there to help when you struggled.

Despite the pain and suffering that Jax had inflicted upon you, you found yourself longing for his company, the loneliness and isolation of your existence weighing heavy on your shoulders.

You were tired of being alone, of always being in your own box with nobody to talk to.

You stood there in the dim hall, your heart racing with anticipation. The night was quiet, and the only sounds were your heavy breathing and the soft rustle of your clothing as you shifted your weight.

For a long moment, you just stood there, mustering up the courage to knock. Finally, you raised your fist and rapped gently on the door.

The silence stretched out, each passing moment feeling like an eternity. And then, ever so slowly, the door creaked open. Jax stood there, his eyes piercing, his lips curled into a smile.

"Well if it isn't my favorite box-hiding member!" He exclaimed with a cheeky grin. "What brings ya here?"

"I...I just wanted to talk," you finally said, your voice trembling.

Jax's grin only grew wider. "Talk?" he repeated, a hint of amusement in his voice.

You could feel the tears welling up in your eyes as you took a step closer to him. "Please," you pleaded, "I just miss you, that's all. I miss having someone to talk to."

He had you right where he wanted.

© rhystial 2023 — my works may not be reproduced in any form and by any means without my consent/permission, translating my works is only okay if i give you the okay.

#the amazing digital circus x reader #tadc x reader #jax x reader #jax imagine #x reader #reader insert #i really hate this tbh #KILL ME!!!!!!!!!!

[dinogoofymutated]

So I'm warming up to the idea of Cable now with this new animation style. And now I can't help but imagine a mutant reader seeing him shirtless for the first time 👉🏽👈🏽. Maybe she's helping him treat a wound he cant reach on his back and he's too worn out to rely on his telekinesis for it. Sure she knows that he has a metal arm. Techno-organic viruses were nasty business. But she never imagined she'd get to see the stark contrast of metal and flesh up close. Just a tender moment where she gets to see him at his most vulnerable. Preferably sfw. Sorry if this is too long winded or specific. Really love your writing and enjoy what you share with us regardless if u choose this one or not 🫶🏽

SFW!Cable/GN!Reader OOOOGHHHH when I tell you I have been thinking about this since you sent me the ask!! I've been dying to write this but forced myself to follow a schedule :( I've never really been a Cable girly but this scenario has been in my head non-stop! I just hope this fic does the same to others!!! Speaking of which, I hope this isn't too OOC for him! This also might get a pt 2 with some smooching 😘

Read pt. 2 Here :)

-Ps- Heads up, finals week is coming up for me and I have a lot of essays and work to do. my writing is sadly going to slow down a bit. I don't think I'm going to close requests for now but it's not out of the realm of possibility! TWs: Can't really think of any. Gross depictions of techno-organic shit. As always, Reader written while picturing fem! but no pronouns mentioned. The reader is short in this one, sorry to all my Amazonian friends.

    Prime sentinels were like wasps. Squashing one could be relatively easy with the right tools, but it was difficult to handle multiples at once. It had been a rough day, and your ears were still ringing from the sounds of blaster fire when you got to the safe house. Your hands are shaking from the adrenaline, body exhausted from overusing your mutant powers. Bruises are forming all over you, and despite the pain and soreness, you know you got off easy compared to Cable. 

    He’s got an arm slung around your shoulder, using you as a crutch as you help him limp over to the table- although you’re sure you’re not a very good one, too short for him to properly lean on. His gun clanks on the floor as he sits, grunting as the movement sends shooting pains through his body. You can tell his left arm is aching, the techno-organic virus fighting to beat the telekinetic powers keeping them still. You weren’t the only one who overdid it today, but you also weren’t the one who had to keep a virus from eating you alive.

    Once Cable is settled, the routine starts. You cautiously make a round through the safe house, making sure blinds are drawn and entryways secured. Usually, the task was split between the two of you, being faster and safer than it would be alone- but he would take it over when you were badly hurt. It was only natural that you would do the same. You feel the sting of anxiety and worry in your heart. Cable had saved your ass today. He had done so many times, but normally the fighting wasn’t this extreme. You had been stupid, and he was suffering the consequences. 

    A series of pained grunts lead you back into the kitchen once you’ve finished, and you can tell Cable is pissed just by the tone of them. You’re facing his back when you walk in, noticing the large red stain that spans across the width of his shoulders. You try to hide the worry on your face as you approach him. He has the medkit sprawled out on the counter, sorting through the various items in it.

    “Can’t believe this thing doesn’t have a damn mirror.” He grunts. You hum in response, looking him over before examining the items on the table.

    “What do you need a mirror for?” You ask, voice coming out a little hoarse. You clear your throat, must be from the smoke earlier. Cable sends you a look, tossing his head towards his back. You mouth an “oh” before looking at him, unable to hide your worried expression. You’d seen him stitch his wounds up with his telekinesis before, when the fight was all guns and no powers. An action like that was child’s play for someone of his capabilities. For him to actively avoid it, and the way his arm seemed to be bothering him more than normal… It made you worried. It made you feel guilty. 

    You look down at the suture kit, open on the table from where Cable had unzipped it, and then look back at him, wordlessly asking. He gives you a cautious look for a moment, before it shifts into something much softer. He doesn’t bother nodding, choosing to simply take his shirt off instead.

    You blush a little but quickly get to work, grabbing a pair of gloves and pulling them on. They’re too big for you, meant to fit Cable’s sturdy hands instead of your own smaller ones. You try not to get distracted by the sight of him shirtless as you pick up what you need and get behind him. The air has shifted between the two of you, forming into something a little more intimate. Something that builds itself on words unspoken, truths that neither of you is quite ready to communicate yet.

    His back is broad and beautiful, dotted with scars and bruises. The gash on his shoulders is from a stray blast, starting at the top of his left shoulder and ending at the lower shoulder blade of his right. 

    You’re not sure if you had been ready to see the cut-off between flesh and metal.

    The cords of metal attach to the skin of his shoulder in a way that makes your skin crawl. They sprout from underneath the skin, winding against each other in a way that makes no clear sense to you. The top layers of skin are rough, keloid scarring having formed at the impasse of skin and metal. It's horrific, the way the virus has both eaten and forced its way under the skin. The top of the gash is somewhat deep, the deep inner cording revealed by the wound cutting through the top of his skin has you unable to look away despite the horror that has taken you.

   “I can feel you staring, you know.” Cable’s rumbling voice causes you to snap back to reality.

    “Right. Sorry. I didn’t mean to…” You trail off, not fully able to place the words. He sighs, and you mistake it for annoyance. You quickly get back on track and begin to disinfect the wound. Cable hardly flinches as you do so. You’re overly cautious as you stitch him up, focusing on each stitch being perfectly placed. You know they wouldn’t stay for long. Cable had a habit of tearing his stitches. You hope that maybe you’d be able to keep that from happening this time.

   You place both hands on his shoulder blades when you are done. The nerves have worn off as the pseudo-doctor in you took over. You’re trying to examine the stitches, but find that your attention keeps being drawn back to that stark contrast of his shoulder. If Cable notices, he doesn’t say anything. You glance at the back of his head, trying to gauge what he’s feeling. 

    Your left hand drifts a little. Cable shudders as your thumb gently traces that line of scarring, the metal of his arm feeling extra cold compared to the heat of his skin. You’re waiting for him to say something. To tell you to back off. To grumble and shake you off and avoid speaking to you like he used to when you first started to work together- when he was so determined not to get attached. 

   But he doesn’t say anything. Not at first, anyway. The tenseness of his shoulders slowly gives as the gently touching morphed into more purposeful touches, working the stiff muscles- what was left of the organic ones, anyway. 

    It’s intimate. It’s quiet. It’s… nice. Part of you wishes it would last a little longer. Part of you wishes he would let you touch him like this more often. 

    Cable stiffens again as the thought crosses your mind, recoiling away from you. He stands suddenly, turning around to face you. His towering stature used to make you nervous out of fear. Now you’re nervous for a completely different reason. Part of you had forgotten about the glimpses he takes into your mind. A flicker of anxiety ignites when you realize how much he might have seen. The two of you just look at each other for a moment, his brown eyes hard compared to the softness from earlier. You hadn’t meant to think so much. You didn’t think he was horrific. It was the virus. What it was doing to him. The energy and effort it takes out of him. That was what scared you.

    Cable was used to the stares. The horror. Most recoiled at the sight of his flesh. It only made sense to him when you did too.

    But Nathan… Nathan wasn’t ready for the depth of your thoughts. The care in your eyes. He wasn’t ready for the depth of his own feelings. The ones that cause such a storm within him. The ones that cause him to be stupid. The ones that make him focus more on saving you than the goal of every mission.

    “Is this… Are we okay?” You ask. He didn’t need to be a telepath to sense the fear that has swelled within you. Most of your emotions were always written on your face. It made things easier for him when he didn’t have to search for your thoughts. That hardness in his eyes softens yet again, and he glances away for a moment. 

    “... Yeah.” Is all he says. His heart feels light when you finally smile at him, even though an underlying nervousness still resides behind that smile. You let out a relieved sigh, and he can’t bear to look at you any longer. Instead, he sits back down. He faces away from you, giving you the space to finish taking care of the wound on his back. 

    You don’t realize how late it is until you’re finished, and the mess on the counter has been cleaned and contained back in the medkit. The two of you sit together as you eat. The food isn’t great- consisting of an MRE that’s not exactly as advanced as the futuristic weapons and technology would lead you to believe. He doesn’t say anything when you lean on his shoulder, or when your breathing evens out, having fallen asleep on his side.

  The aches and pains don’t really bother Nathan as he carries you to bed, but the thoughts of you, your feelings, your thoughts… Those keep him awake longer than any wound would.

#x men 97 #x men #x men comics #x men 97 x reader #x men headcannons #cable headcannons #cable x reader #cable xmen #nathan summers x reader #nathan summers #nathan summers headcannons #Cable imagines

[dollishrelic]

♡A Y/n like Yae Miko♡

♡.Character(s): Cater Diamond

♡.headcanons(kinda?) Might be ooc, but I tried

♡.Reader is Gender Neutral/can be platonic or romantic

♡.Reader is based on Yae Miko from Genshin Impact

♡. Note: I had this in drafts since last year lmao

Caters first impression of you was a memorable one. Aside from seeing his Housewarden turning a gradient of red to purple with rage, he was surprised you had the guts to still be grinning in front of him. It was quite a sight to see Riddle be anraged already by yet another transfer student.

He certainly asks a lot of questions about where you are from and is interested in the customs and foods you have in Inazuma. Make sure to write down every single detail since you'll soon see a lengthy post about you on his Magicam page. Naturally, he would need to keep track of each new transfer student at the school.

"Locking herself away in the Plane of Euthymia, it's as if she was putting herself in timeout. She was stubborn trying to hold the belief, yet it was cute as well."

"Hm? What? Do you want me to call you cute too? I suppose I can, but only if you ask nicely."

Within a couple months of you settling in, you're definitely his favorite gossip buddy, always in the loop of all the new rumors and details going around campus. You help him keep track of new topics that he may have missed. It's like you truly do have eyes and ears everywhere, actually on the topic of ears.

Cater likes the way your ears bob as you walk. It's cute to him, along with your ears, it holds the hypnotic chimes of your vision dangling from it. He's seen his fair share of different ears, but yours appear unique. You always manage to catch him staring, allowing you to attack him with teases.

"You like how I wear my vision, don't you? Dear me, don't shy away now. You've already gotten this far. Might as well ask the question. Go on, we have all the time in the world right now.

I can see him attempting to accessorize similarly to you. Specifically, he would provide you with several ear cuffs or earrings to wear to stay current with fashion. Maybe matching bracelets might also be fitting with custom charms on it, and perhaps matching phonecases can accompany that.

In the middle of PE, it was when he noticed that you never had your tail in eyesight. Which honestly confused him, he spent the entire class questioning where did it go or what happened to it. He really thought you didn't even have one until you cleared up the misconception.

"So, you want to see my tail? Alright then, close your eyes and count to 10. Pfft, you really thought I was going to show them? In your dreams."

He was definitely disappointed to open his eyes to seeing nothing out of the ordinary. At this point, he might as well photoshop one on you.

The first time, you saw Cater's clones in action. The first thing you thought was 'He'd be useful for the Publishing House', but sadly, that idea was shut down by riddle. It seems he is holding a small grudge against you from your first interaction.

"Tsk, Tsk what a pity. I would have loved to snatch you up for the Publishing House. But it seems your housewarden doesn't like to share."

Despite his repeated attempts to catch you off guard for the camera, you consistently seem to be one step ahead of him. It doesn't matter what kind of setting you're in—a kitsune like yourself is very photogenic. The images of the two of you together and of you tend to circulate more on the magicam website due to both of you having the same energy in photos.

Cater is not exempt from your jokes and pranks. You take pleasure in watching him wriggle in his seat and make an effort to divert his attention away from you by using his phone. He is aware that you are still wearing a smile. That's right, this is a great method to kill time in class.

Despite the continual taunting, Cater appreciates your reliability and thanks you for that. His academic progress is always maintained by you, notably in his literature class. You, by his side, ensure that he never becomes sluggish of attempt to find an easy way out. Though he can't help but feel uneasy in the pit of his stomach on days when he must ask for your assistance. Especially with essays.

"I see, so you've come to me for help. What do I receive in this exchange?"

"I can-"

"Hm? What? Your loyalty? Ah yes, I would very much like that. Start by assisting me around the publishing house; I won't take no for an answer.'

Needless to say, Cater had a lot of rewriting to do. The essay should be interesting for the teacher but for her as well.

"I still can't see how adding a love story and a boss battle is a key detail...when we're researching about Dwarf's Mines."

"Well, the writing should at least be entertaining, but fine, Since you want to keep it as historically accurate as possible; let's see what you come up with."

#I don't trust myself with grammar lmao #i haven't written in so long #RomiiWriting! #twst x reader #cater diamond #cater diamond x reader #x reader #cater x reader #twisted wonderland #twst x y/n #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x gender neutral reader #twst x gn reader #x gn reader #gender neutral reader #gn reader

[naomi-nana]

: a magician(mainly lynette)'s internal struggle?!

lyney x fem!reader (ft. lynette)

cw : incredibly rushed cuz i haven't wrote a new fanfic in months, ooc probably, some grammar mistake

a/n : new theme cuz i was bored!!(and i love HoRe soo) also i do not know how to write lyney and lynette properly so im sorry

"LYNETTE I DESPERATELY NEED YOUR HELP!!!"

a loud yell was heard throughout the house of hearth, making lynette sighs while eating her favourite dessert. "what is it, dear brother?" she answered him with slight annoyance. how dare he to disturb such a peaceful morning, is probably what's in her mind right now. "you know the letter i was about to send to [name], right?!" the panic in his voice is easy enough for lynette to notice that the said letter is gone.

she sighed once again, "i am not spending my entire morning searching for your love letter that looks like it's been made by a kindergartener who doesn't know vocabulary very well yet." honestly, what lynette said is kinda true. because lyney isn't someone who's very good at writing..love letters. he was even decorating the letter with glitters that he bought from a children's toy shop. though, plus points for effort. "please, please, pleasee just this once help me!" she gazed at him and played the word 'just this once' over and over in her head. because, it is infact not the first time he had lost belongings of his. and lynette being the kind sister, of course she has to help search it.

"have you even checked your bedroom?"

"of course i do! it's the first place i check!"

lynette does not believe in lyney's words, so she decided to come to his room herself. but the sight before her made her audibly gasp. "oh!..that's not.." lynette muttered under her breath. clothes thrown everywhere, pillows on the floor, and the opened window. "have you ever looked at the window and think, maybe your letter flew outside because of the wind?" she said jokingly. even if it's just a joke, lyney might have taken it seriously and thanked her. "i knew it! you are a magician!" he runs downstairs to go open the door outside. "but you are the magician. also don't go outside in your pyjamas-" as lynette followed him downstairs, her brother had already ran far.

"..just what are you gonna do without me, lyney?"

"ugh..where is it.." lynette found his brother, crouching down in his pyjamas near bushes around the city while putting his head in each bush. looking for a love letter for his crush. "you know you look like an idiot, right?" but lyney does not hear his sister, as he already set his mind on searching for the love letter. "I FOUND IT! oh."

"it's a newspaper isn't it?" lyney stood up and sighed sadly, while dropping his head down. "what am i gonna do..." lynette actually felt a little bad seeing the state her brother is in JUST because of a love letter. so she steps forward to comfort him, until he shot his head up with widened eyes. "what if [name] finds it instead?!" and he ran away, again. really, maybe lynette struggles more during this whole thing. but lynette doesn't mind. at the very least, she can have fun with her brother even if it's just looking for a love letter.

after running around for quite a while, lyney felt tired and decided to sit on a bench. "ugh..maybe we should've checked the opera epiclese.." lyney grumbles as he threw his head back in frustation. "are you kidding me?" lynette narrowed her eyes. she stood up and walked over to a food stand near the bench before noticing something shiny float around. "huh? is that?" she squints her eyes and unconsciously smiled to herself before making her way back to lyney. "lyney! i might've found your letter!"

"really?!" he stood up before her. lynette nods and points to the direction where she had last seen it, and both of them decided to run after it. "can you stop sniffing like a dog?" lynette sighs in embarrassment seeing her brother sniffing the surrounding areas. even the people around them are looking away and laughing silently, maybe even throwing a few jokes here and there. but lyney did not care, until he finally bumped into someone.

someone that he hadn't expect.

"oh! hey lyney, lynette!" the person greets both of them with a smile, making lyney gulped and lynette nod. "hello, [name]." she greets her back. lyney froze in his place as he look at what [name] is holding in her hand, the white envelope decorated with messy red glitters on it. it's not just because she was holding the exact same envelope that both he and lynette has been searching for this whole time—it's because of how..childish the design is. "oh, you're holding an envelope." lynette quietly muttered the sentence as she pointed at it while nudging her brother on the shoulder.

"yeah! i found it on the road." lynette clicked her tongue at her brother's state, he is frozen and eyes widened looking at the letter. "psst, lyney" she called to him, but he did not respond. "psst, lyney!" he did not respond once again, so she resort to pinching his hand. that's when he let out a scream of pain. "ugh, lynette! why would you—" lynette shot him a glare while subtly pointing at the envelope. "..oh. haha, ahem. yeah! we've actually been..looking for it.." lyney looks down in embarrassment. "oh, really? who's it for?"

there it is. the death question. (or just a question that both lyney and lynette doesn't want to hear mainly because lyney is nervous and lynette is cringing). lyney is fumbling around looking for answers, but because he's taking too long, lynette decided to cover for him. "oh, lyney just-" "nuh-uh, i've got an answer!" lynette narrowed her eyes after he cut her off.

he took his breath and wiped the sweats off his forehead, with a wide grin, a messy hair and a dirty pyjamas, he confessed to the love of his life.

"i've liked you for quite some time."

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