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selarina · 5 months

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continuation to this

so, that night gojo satoru leaves with no jacket and half a broken heart and for the first time since he was 12 years old, he takes a sip of alcohol as he slouches against his home bar.

it's bitter, and it tastes a bit too much like soy sauce for his liking but he sips and sips until he sees the engraved "S.G" inscription at the bottom of his glass.

"hello, husband," a voice comes from behind him, interrupting his sob fest.

and for a moment, for dumb little moment, he thinks it's you. the voice sounds nothing like you though, it's far too high-pitched, but he's dreamt of this far too much for him to imagine someone else calling him husband.

aya tsukino materialises next to him, and seats herself on a seat beside him. she moves with a certain a quiet sleekness that he barely caught her moving from behind him. or maybe, he's finally out of it. "excited for the wedding, then?" she deadpans as she pours herself a drink.

"thrilled," he parrots back, merely a barren echo of emotions.

there's more truth in this room than there's been in your shared room for weeks. because it's simple really— gojo doesn't want to marry her, and aya couldn't care less as long as she got the money his family had.

before they had even exchanged any words, it was clear that they had this silent agreement that the two of them had little to do with love and everything to do with societal expectations and status.

as gojo attempts to take another sip from his empty company, he can't help but replay the events of the evening in his mind. your anger, and the way you stood up for the love you believed in. it'll haunt him for the rest of his life.

he wonders if you'll genuinely come to understand that he did have you in mind when he left you. he doesn't want you to be a mistress, a dirty little secret. he's seen how it broke his mother apart. how could he wish the same fate upon you knowing how his mother's life ended?

you're strong, and he believes you will persist and he will see at the end of his life sleeping grey and old in his bed as he stares at the way the sunlight hits your laugh lines.

but he also remembers the way you cried in secret. he never brought it up, he never brings it up. he was just waiting for the day you'd be comfortable enough to cry in front of him but for now, he settles for meaningless presents he brings afterwards to wipe off the blue from your face.

he places his glass down with a clink, and he hears a resembling clink from aya. "i'll ask you this only once, gojo satoru," she speaks up. "do you want this marriage?"

"i never wanted this marriage," his reply is immediate.

"of course not," she says. "i meant, do you still want to go through with this?"

he doesn't respond. the both of them know the answer to that, it's written all too clearly on his soppy little face.

"what if i don't," he finally speaks. "what about your money? your status?"

"my money..." she feigns to ponder. "as someone who's always sought out money, i can tell you one thing about it. money, it comes and it goes. i'll find another way as i always do," she says. "i will be fine."

"your father—"

"—is a terrible man, who will go on his pissy campaign against me but i hope it's not presumptuous of me to expect you to come to defence when needed. you know, for all the trouble?"

he chuckles with no mirth. seems trouble is all he's capable of causing the past few days. "of course," he responds.

aya smiles, she supposes there's one benefit of having the strongest sorcerer as her ex-fiancé. she stands up, as she pulls her coat snug against her body as she prepares to leave. "besides, you're not the only rich high-status man in town, you know?"

"well, they're not all me," he replies. his smug demeanour returning to him like it's breathing a new life into him.

"wow, a bonus too," she chuckles.

"and who was that handsome man with you on friday? blonde, glasses, chiselled like a—"

"nanami kento," he replies with a grin.

"nanami kento. is he rich?"

"not as rich as you," he replies. it's true. he's rich, he worked on wall street after all and nanami is a smart man, he has so much in his savings account, it's enough to feed an entire nuclear family. why he saves up is something that's beyond gojo.

"well, he's handsome. tell mr. kento i said hello," she smiles facetiously.

"tsk, fine." he grins again. "get out of here."

it's been a week since you heard about the wedding falling apart. and since, you've been hearing about it daily, almost hourly if you're being honest. after all, you're at the centre of it. it only makes sense.

there's a whole slew of narratives running around, cheating, money laundering, even murder. but the most popular one was about how aya was the rosaline to your romeo and juliet. gojo's as romeo as he comes — handsome, influential and maybe a bit endearingly dumb but you fail to see how you're juliet. she was rich, influential, beautiful — everything you've been starkly reminded that you are not.

but everyone's talking about the romance of it all and you haven't heard from gojo himself so it's strange to take their words to mind or heart. you ignore them, forming a ready-made response sheet in your head to every possible question you encounter across the week. they become white noise, as you go through your day like a pre-programmed robot.

but that changes on a hot, dusty afternoon as you're sitting in a cafe, awaiting a man you were advised against seeing, and he's late. of course, he's fucking late. he broke up with you and he has the audac—

he walks in. he looks exhausted, lankier than usual, and there's a cruel part of you that likes it. to know he looks as miserable as you've been seeing. there's the other, familiar part of you that wants to run your fingers against his sensitive eyes as you feed him with the warmth of the diner's food.

but you do neither, you neither smile nor frown. you sit in place as you wait for him to come and sit opposite you.

"hey," his voice sounds gravelly. "i'm sorry i'm late."

"nothing i'm not used to," you reply with a glare as you cross your arms.

his hands reach for the menu as he plays with the edges of the paper. he always orders the same breakfast meal from this place. he must be nervous.

"i... i wanted to talk to you," he starts. "i want you back."

"excuse me? you can't just—"

"i'm willing to do anything. anything. if you want to take it slow, i understand. if you want to take your time, i understand. if you want me to get down on my knees and beg, i understa—"

"do it."

his eyes widen, you can tell — even though the black glasses are blocking his eyes, you can tell. it only lasts for a split second, because you blink with contempt and he's beside you. on his knees, as he stares up at you. he barely stares up at you — he's so tall, he's almost eye-to-eye with you. but even so he hunches his back, makes himself small.

"i'm sorry," he says again, as he takes off his glasses placing it onto the table in front of you. his eyes are alarmingly blood-red, and it takes every muscle in your body to hold back from running your fingers over his. "like i said, i'll do anything. just pleas— take me back."

you stare, and he stares back at you. you're too lost in the way he looks at you — at your mercy — that you miss the strange and baffled looks from people around you. and when you finally do, your cheeks flush with heat.

"okay," you say. " please, get up now."

"no, let me— let me stay," he says. pleads. "just let me stay until you take me back."

"fine," you sigh, as if there was any real objection from your side. "get up now."

"really?" his blood-red eyes gleam, you could almost see a tinge of the vibrant blue coming back to life.

"yes," you groan as your hand grip his elbow. "i was willing to be your fucking mistress. did you really thin— i would say— mmpph"

and just like that he's up, sliding next to you on your seat, as he kisses you. you're ashamed to admit that your first thought was the idea of getting kicked out for public indecency but your second thought was about how you think you could stay like this forever. despite the public gawking at you through mean and baffled stares.

"i'm serious about doing whatever it takes," he says, sincerity laced in his voice. "you shouldn't let me get away with this lightly."

you smile. "I hope you mean it," you reply. "and i won't. i’ll make you work for it, just a little."

he nods with a smile, "anything. i'll make it up to you."

"you have to do the chicken dance," you say, seriously and firmly.

"what?"

"you have to do the chicken dance. right now in the middle of the diner and i'm taking a video," you pull out your phone. "and... i'm sending it to nobara."

his eyes widen, almost like he's feeling actual fear. "not nobara," he gasps. "but she's so mean, baby."

"well, you said anything."

he sighs. gojo looks around the crowded diner, his tall frame rigid and tense. he glances at you, then at your phone, and finally resigns himself to the absurd request.

"fine," he mutters, standing up from the seat as he begins flapping his arms and doing a clumsy version of the chicken dance in the middle of the diner.

#the idea was to make gojo as pathetic as possible #but ya'll asked and i'm delivering #jujutsu kaisen drabbles #gojo satoru angst #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x you #gojo satoru x y/n #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk angst #gojo satoru #gojo x reader angst #jjk x reader angst #jujutsu kaisen angst #jujutsu kaisen x reader angst

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nosugarallspice · 3 months

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we NEEEDDD more tough jude. imagine jude and reader arguing all day over the silliest things, but they have to go to a bar to meet up with with jude’s friend and they decide to put a stop to it for the time being but reader decides to be pissy and bratty all night. she then picks a fight with j someone. jude has had ENOUGH. he grabs her and physically pulls her out of there and drags her home. reader continues to be bratty until jude shuts her up by fucking the life out of her until she’s begging for him to stop but he doesn’t (check ins with safe word but reader chooses not to say it)

Okay but these requests always hit! Like I dunno what it is but picturing Jude putting you in your place is soooo sexy???

Author’s Note: I feel like this was longer than usual but maybe not? I don’t mind it so I hope you guys don’t either. Also if there’s any typos don’t pay attention, just ignore it lmao.

Minors DNI!!

Word Count: 753

You and Jude had been at each other's throats throughout the day, it was annoying, but he’d aggravate you over the smallest things - you being annoyed with him, of course only made him even more annoyed with you. There was constant bickering between the two of you - and you were fed, but so was he.

“I can’t believe you’re making me go.” You huffed, rolling your eyes as you drove to the new restaurant that had just opened up downtown, Vini invited you both out for lunch - without running it by you, Jude of course agreed even though you both were at each other's throat.

“Not like I have a choice? We were invited so it would be rude not to go.” Jude grumbled, arms crossed over his chest as he sat in the passenger seat.

The rest of the car ride was silent, and you couldn’t really complain about it.

You finally found parking and made your way inside - You tried your best to be cordial with Jude, even though you felt like strangling him most of the time, you pushed your feelings aside just for the evening.

Jude sat at the table chatting with Vini while you made your way over to the bar, a few drinks wouldn’t hurt, or so you thought it wouldn’t.

One drink led to another, let’s just say you had a bit too much to drink and ended up arguing with a few people near the bar.

Jude ended up pulling you out of the restaurant after he said goodbye to Vini. You protested, trying to get your point across that you didn’t start it, but Jude was fed up.

You laid your head against the window with your eyes closed, the ride home was silent, the only thing that could be heard was the radio, until Jude broke the silence. “So,are you going to say anything?” He asked, as he pulled into the driveway.

“Nope.” You mumbled before getting out of the car and stumbling into the house.

—

You cried out into the pillow as you buried your face in it. The grip Jude had on your hips would definitely be leaving bruises for you to see tomorrow.

His hips slamming against your ass as he fucked you from behind, “this is all you want, hm?” He spoke through gritted teeth. His cock pushing deeper into you with each thrust.

You felt him lean forward, his hand sliding up your back and towards the front of your neck, he gripped gently, pulling you up, your back now pressed against his chest. This new angle causes the tip of his cock to brush against your sweet spot repeatedly, making you squirm against him.

“Fuck, Jude!” You cried, throwing your head back against his shoulder, his hand still wrapped around your throat.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” His lips brushed against your ear, a smirk on his face as you melted into him.

“Yes!” You moan, your tiny hand wrapped around his wrist.

“Such a slut, for me.” He chuckled, his free hand sliding in between your thighs, pressing firmly against your aching clit, circling it slowly, he knew it would drive you crazy.

You gasp, your pussy clenching around him, warning him for your next orgasm but that doesn’t stop him of course, he continued.

As much as you squirmed trying to get out of his grip, he wouldn’t let you go. “I know you can give me one more.” He insists, cock buried deep inside you.

“Too much.” You whimpered as he placed a slap to your ass. Your nails dug into his wrist, causing his grip to tighten.

“I think you can handle it.” He smiles, keeping his fingers on your clit.

As much as you hate to admit it, it hurt but it hurt so good, so good that you didn’t want him to stop, instead you wanted him to ruin you.

Finally, Jude pushes you back down on the bed, your chest pressed against the mattress and his chest pressed against your back. Of course this was to teach you a lesson, but he was still needy and wanted to be close to you.

“Too much?” Jude whispers against your shoulder, his movements starting to slow. “Just say the word and I’ll stop.” He kisses your shoulder, his hand caressing your hip.

You shook your head, “n-no, keep going.” You moan, throwing your hips back against him.

“That’s my girl.” Jude grins, looking down to watch as you fuck back into him.

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shinjisdone · 10 months

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How I Imagine TWST Could Be If There Was A Female!MC

Had a bad day yesterday and just wanted to write some brainrot for myself

TW: MC/Reader is solely female here and will be main point talked about/focused on. Many mentions on bullying because you are a girl in an all-boys-academy.

Little differences/somethings there would be I think if MC was female:

Since NRC is an all-boys-academy I think there might be some differences on how the MC might be treated.

Let's just pretend you are really the only girl there, for simplicity's sake.

Grim might feel indifferent OR is stupid enough to not get why being a girl in an all-boys-academy might be a big deal for everyone.

Crowley might go HMMMM how UnusUAL, I'm sure my schOOL isn't miXED....HMMMMM...pondering very deeply.

Oh, well. Who cares. Do his chores anyway.

Would give you the usual school uniform, might ask if you'd like a skirt or even maybe dig up some old skirts. Who knows, maybe NRC used to be mixed.

If you do want that, he'd make you -PSYCH! Of COURSE he'd tell Sam to buy you one. Size and length as well as style can be chosen by you, it just needs to fit with the rest of the uniform.

When barging into the ceremony I believe everyone would be too startled/beside themselves to notice. Grim is the nuisance having to be dealt with.

If there is anything you specifically need...Crowley will just throw it your way.

On your first day Ace might need a second to realize you are a girl. Uh, not only do you not know who the Great Sevens are but you are at the wrong school, too, idiot! Haha! What's a girlie doing here?

Shenanigans happen quickly and Deuce comes to the rescue!

Needs much longer to realize you are a girl. You speak your thanks and as he says it's no problem he - suddenly - clams - up. Oh. Oh. You...g-g-g-girl...? Female....? A womf...?

Blushes like crazy and can't get a peep out, still as a statue. Ace's yelling is what snaps him out of it.

When Ace asks you if he could stay the night since...he got cuffed...you are first like - hmmm. Hmmm.

ಠಿ_ಠ

Nah, nah, nah! It ain't like that! He's gonna sleep on the couch in the lounge! There is no other place and Ramshakle is as good as abandonded anyway. What, you just want some cat as company?

...What do u mean here are ghosts ಠ_ಠ

Trey would be like, oh. Hello. Um, well, I didn't expect you here.

Well, if the headmaster says so, please, feel welcome! Anyone and everyone is welcome to a tea party! (well, if it aligns with the rules...)

Cater might be more surprised. You are so cute! Like, don't take it the wrong way but he just...finds you cute! From the way you make your hair to how you get a unique outfit (if you choose to wear an uniform skirt), oh he wishes he could do it too! Unfortunately, he can't cuz well, uniform is UNIform...

Riddle is too preoccupied and pissy to even notice a new person in the room. He'd probably only notice you after his overblot is over.

Cue in a few days later and he comes to apologize and properly introduce himself. As you introduce yourself back he makes the silent note that you are actually a girl. Huh. This school is not mixed...and you being here certainly must break a rule somewhere...but...you don't seem so bad, so he'll just ignore it. He is the dormleader of Heartslabyul, not of the entirety of NRC.

All in all: Ace barely cares that you are a girl and would just throw his usual jokes and jabs. Would sometimes throw in some that have to do with you being female but those are never in ill will.

Deuce my beloved would at the beginning be very shy but grows used to you and proclaim you as his best friend anyway. Would sometimes forget you are a girl and catch himself in the act. Might feel sheepish or EXTREMELY embarrassed. When the topic of you being female comes up anywhere, no matter with whom, he gets flustered and shy regardless of how close you are.

Trey is the most indifferent but throws in some protective advice anyhow. As your senior and you as his junior, he has to look out for you and he takes you being the only girl in an all-boys-school in account as well while doing so.

Cater annooooooys you to hell and back about how cute you are. He just thinks girls have much more variety when it comes to styling and likes to show you new trends. He has sisters as well so he is more used hanging around girls, anyway.

Riddle is also indifferent but he catches himself often in situations where he focuses intently on you being female. Do you feel comfortable? Is anyone bullying you? That behaviour is unacceptable, so do tell him when something like that happens. Riddle tries to grow from his flaws but will gladly cuff someone's head for that anyday... Would also act more gentlemanly for you. Opens doors, tells Ace and Deuce to hold your books can't you see they are heavy, invites you over to tea parties and takes out the chair for you. A bit more reliant with you when it comes to rule-breaking.

Savanclaw issssss...a bit more attentive of you being female.

Jack is a million times x 100000 more protective of you. You are the only girl here and people here kinda suck are like twisted villains. What are you doing here?!

He has little siblings so he somewhat sees you as his third one (if you'd like that. Though he would never admit that...) and just asks and asks and asks if you are okay, if you need something.

Will walk you from class to your dorm or anywhere else you need to be even if he doesn't, no matter what.

10000000% tsundere. He's...not doing this cuz he's worried...or likes to take care of you.

Ruggie is confused??? On what??? you??? are??? doing here???

UH this is not a mixed school!!! Helloooo??? Does something go 'ding ding ding'! in your head or what?

Also protective, mostly because of his own siblings and that he thinks you are naive. People that are different in any regard are unfortunately easy targets for others. This school won't be easy for you he already knows. So he might as well help out instead of being another troublemaker for you.

While he helps out he is also kinda wary of you??? Women in his home are uh, intimidating and if you have been doing good so far, you surely are, well, at least something that he doesn't want to mess with. Better stay on your good side, even IF you are a more gentle and meek one.

Leona issss....weird?

Makes fun of you but makes sure you aren't messed with at the same time? Tsundere that drank respect women juice.

Don't hang around him, don't bother him...but also stay out of trouble, if someone bothers you, tell them Leona sent you.

Softer around you and while he does tease you, he never really disrespects you. Distant but not cold.

Azul is intriguied but perhaps wouldn't care too much - unless he can make a deal out of this.

Aren't you tired getting all of this attention? You are magicless and the only girl to boot! Azul can help you...just sign here.

Might try to win your favor by being a suck-up gentleman by calling you Miss (Name). How are you today? Need any help?

Only if you can offer anything useful to him. Like, no offense but you're magicless...and unfortunately not as stupid as ADeuce.

Besides, his gentlemanly acts aren't as genuine as Riddle's.

Floyd has a 50/50 chance of not caring a bit or straight up interested in you because you are female.

Either: Huh? So what, you are just another plankton.

Or: Huh? A fishie swimming against the stream? What's a girl doing here?

However, if you are not interesting enough expect his interest to go down the drain.

If you heavily react to being picked on because you are girl, don't show it. Otherwise Floyd will exploit it like crazy. Will mention how lonely it might be to be the only girl, will pull on your hair, might switch between Shrimpy and Miss Shrimpy or straight up call you girlie or lassie. Kind of a bully but likes you nonethless if you are interesting.

Jade will increase his gentlemanly behaviour 100%!

Is more intrigued by you than Floyd. Oya, oya, what do we have here?

More keen on calling you miss or whatever you prefer and treats you quite nicely, almost like a princess, especially if you are regular at Monstro Longue.

Just as teasing as his brother but more consistent with it. Likes to mess with you but acts less roudy than Floyd but there is still...a certain air to him that makes him even more unbearable than his twin. A weird mix of looking down at you and treating you like you are special.

KALIIMMMM

A good boy 100%. Stupid enough or rather oblivious to notice that you are indeed the only girl here!

Nothing would change to how he treats you honestly. A good guy, a real champ. Is definitely gonna give you nicknames however if you are sweet to him, ending your name with the honorific '-chan' and you cannot convince me otherwise.

Can be very stupid about how your situation might affect you. Treats it like nothing's wrong, cuz there IS nothing wrong!

JAMILLLL

Kinda confused as well? Well, you've been here long enough and are surrounded by good friends so he takes it you are or will be fine.

Still, be careful, okay? There are some meanies out here...he's not saying it out of worry, it is common sense.

Might keep an extra eye out for you but if nothing happens, he'll stop. His priority is Kalim and if you are okay, then everything else is okay, too.

Will tell Kalim to stop being so unaware of your situation. Show a bit of decency, try to see it from her perspective. You are magicless as well so things are sure to be difficult.

Might also ask Ace on how you are doing to get a third party's perspective of things during basketball training. Just as pre-information, nothing more...

Will definietly not ask Floyd. He knows how he is and if the topic turns to be about you and he hears it, he gets all "Heeee, you're talkin' about Shrimpy????"

It's annoying. It's even more annoying how much Floyd wants to annoy you.

Might think of his sister when he sees you and remembers to write to her a bit more frequently.

Epel: "Wait, you are a girl for real?! I thought yer just looked like one, like me! ...O-Or pretended to be one, maybe, I think..."

Squints his eyes reaaaal hard to really identify you. You sure you're a girl? And not just...a pretty boy like him?

Hm, ah shucks. Kinda hoped he might find another cursed soul like him. Well, at least you get it when people treat you a certain way just because of your looks.

Might have an easier time to show you his true self when speaking since you might either see through him easily or because he just knows he doesn't need to pretend in front of you.

He has a feeling you get it.

And when you agree and tell him how cool he is? Aquired yourself immediately a fierce friend (or crush, he kinda liked it when you called him cool...)

Hell, yeah, you get it!

Does actively NOT treat you with you being female in mind. You're one of the boyz. Doesn't want you to feel any different or casted out.

Got your back like crazy. He finds himself feeling more confident around you and will defend you like nothing else. So what if you are a magicless girl?! You're hella cool yourself!

Will call you cool and not cute, even if it isn't accurate.

The most annoying for sure is Rook.

The guy is a romantic at heart and believes it is fate that you came here.

You aren't an outcast! No, you are like a chosen hero! A princess around 22 twisted villains~ How exciting! Doesn't it make your heart beat faster?!

'Mademoiselle' is thrown at you constantlyyyy. The moment you hear the word you know Rook is around the corner, watching you. Weirdly nice and romantic towards you. He truly does believe you being in NRC is something special. He cannot help but gush about it!

When it comes to special events, he offers to prepare you for it with outfits or make-up. He's creative and sees you as his canvas and believes that no matter will be done or not, you will look beautiful! 100 points!

Vil is *sucks in breath* quick to criticize.

Doesn't truly care...but if you show the slightest bit of interest in fashion and beauty, hooh boy will he be watching.

Means to help but is, uh...mean. So, so, so mean.

But other than that...I don't think he'd care? HE is the fairest of them all...and you are just a potato.

Huh? Oh no, is this some shojo manga and you are the heroine getting a reverse harem or somethin'?

Idia is...weirded out but as long as he doesn't have to deal with you, he'll be fine.

Until you start getting involved in these overblots and...everything turns out okay? Like in a happy ending of a fairytale?

OMG are you a heroine?

No, he doesn't wanna be part of your harem!

Maaaaybe a bit more shy but just maybe. Will avoid you just as he does to everyone.

When in a good and braver mood, will call you 'heroine' when some 'anime shenanigans' happen as he calls them. If you're confused, will scream internally out of embarassment but also HOW COULD U NOT KNOW THAT TERM U NORMIE

Might call you that more often to mess with you.

Orhto kinda...won't care?

Probably scans you on your first meeting and goes 'yep, indeed f for female'.

As long as you are nice to his brother, all is good. Hey, be his friend too, while you're add it! Pretty please?

Malleus wouldn't care either. You being a magicless girl in NRC is quite curious and he will ask you about that...but no matter what your answer might be, he will listen, maybe take it to heart and set it aside, here and there. He doesn't care much for it.

As long as your bravery and willingness to be his friend remains, he won't ever make a fuss about it. Just be you.

During your meeting he might ask, "Oh? Are you perhaps a witch with a fitting black cat living here now in this abandonded house with a few ghostly roommates? Heh, I jest."

No matter what, you will still be his Child of Man.

If you do end up having trouble in school because you are a girl, he might go to Lilia for advice. He never had to deal with something like this before...shall he burn these bullies to crisps for making you school life difficult?

Lilia secretly agrees but tells him not to.

Other than that, same old Tsunotarou.

Lilia would go like "oh!" and that's it.

Curious, this is unusual for NRC but he is always happy and excited when changes happen.

Like the old man that he is he offers you his advice and help in anything. Even if he is an ancient fae, he is also your senior, so go ahead and ask him, alright?

Will also call you something endearing like Kalim and Rook. Adds the honorific '-chan' to you, definitely.

Very glad you are Malleus' friend, for that you automatically earned his protection. Just call when something's up, k?

Silver first needs to wake up.

huh????? zzz...

Wait, let him wake up...

Still a bit more.

There we go. Now that he is fully awake he realizes you are a girl.

Still somewhat in his dream lands, might wake up and say, "Wait, I didn't dream about a princess...or did I?" when he sees you.

Sometimes he does not fully realize its you when he freshly woke up. Needs to blink away the weariness before he goes "oh."

A tad bit more worried about you than his old man. Anything could happen and while you are in good hands not Crowley Silver sometimes tends to think about your happiness and safety here at NRC. You doing okay with the lessons? The teachers? The classmates? He's willing to offer his protection too, you know.

Perhaps its a knight thing to protect the maidens or smth, i dunno.

HUMAAAN!!!

WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?! THIS IS N R C, SILLY! AN ALL-BOYS-ACADEMY! THERE'S NO 'F' IN THAT!

BUT THERE WILL BE ON YOUR MARKS SINCE YOU SUCK SO MUCH!

A meanie, especially at the beginning since he doesn't believe you belong here.

Magicless at a magic school? Failure.

Female at an all-boys-school? Unaccaptable.

nOT WaKA-SAmA????? A DISGRACE

He will warm up to you though...it takes time. Protective as Silver but not as subtle.

Idiot will scream HOW OF COURSE YOU NEED HIS HELP YOU ARE THE ONLY GIRL HERE! HOW MANY HAVE ALREADY MOCKED YOU, HUH?! CUZ HE CAN PROBABLY COUNT HOW MANY TIMES BUT WOULD NEED 20 HANDS FOR THAT!

Means well but...obnoxious.

#twst #twst x reader #twisted wonderland #f!reader #f!mc #twst headcanons #smth silly #smth stupid #my days have been hell i need this #twst x f!reader

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kelppsstuff · 2 months

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Time of year

Summary: Alastor trying to impress you with mating season just starting

ALASTOR X F!READER

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Warnings: nswf, biting, wax play, tied up, begging

Taglist: @fandomsbookclub @leathesimp @michelleszn @sashaphantomhive @ladyninggs @sirenetheblogger @jawline-of-steel

Alastor is a gentleman. Always had been, always will be. His mother had raised him to be one.

Every year Alastor would feel a change in the air — mating season — and every year he never indulged himself. Alastor had no interest in being with someone, why would he give them false hope?

This year things were different. This year he was living in a hotel for sinners to be rehabilitated. This year he’s back in hell after seven years of being gone. This year he met you.

Despite these differences he expected one thing to stay the same, mating season. He expected everything to remain normal this time of year, and at first he didn’t notice the slight changes.

It first started when he’d grow annoyed at people getting way to close to you.

—

Alastor walked out into the main room of this hotel. A normal thing for him.

He looked over and saw you at the bar, laughing with Husk. Alastor’s ear twitched with annoyance along with his eye. This wasn’t Tom and Jerry, Husker was not that funny of a cat.

Husker looked over your shoulder and noticed his soul owner giving him a threatening glare. Odd.

Alastor made his way over to the bar and placed a hand on your shoulder — which startled you since he hated another persons touch — he spoke with a grin that husk knew was him being pissy.

“Pardon the intrusion however I was going to ask if you would care to join me on a stroll.”

A simple ask that you agreed too, and you had thought the walk went swimmingly. However Alastor’s mood had just worsened.

He spent the whole walk just fending off creepy looks others would give you. He even sent his shadow away go torture a few.

—

You were walking down the stairs to angel — who stood by the door — putting on the back of your right dangling earring when Alastor saw you.

He spat out his coffee and began to choke on his own spit, you were absolutely gorgeous. You wore a small dark Maroon dress, that made him feel feral. That was his color.

He hurried to you before you and the spider could leave. “Darling! Where are you off too looking so charming?”

His words drew heat to your cheeks and you blessed him with a smile that made him feel like he was going to die in the best way possible. “Angel and I are heading out to that new club called consent.” Alastor’s mind went through simple math.

A club, that had people. People liked good-looking people. You looked divine. People would try and get with you. When hell freezes over.

“Perhaps I should accompany the two of you.”

“No need, I know it’s not your scene.”

You waved him goodbye and walked out. Alastor silently returned to his room. Where he very reasonably smashed every piece of furniture. All reasonable of course.

Alastor had just told himself he couldn’t let his guests of the hotel go out and fuck up there hard work. Let’s be honest though, he didn’t give to shits what angel was up too. He was staring at you.

He noticed a guy, about to walk up to you so he was quick. Grabbed your arm and twirled you into his chest.

You looked up in confusion and when you saw Alastor you voice was mixed with concern. “What are you doing here?”

He leaned down and whispered, “isn’t it obvious? I’m here to dance. I will say we could use better music.” He nipped at your ear with his sharp teeth — drawing blood that would no doubt leave a scratch later — and jazzy music started to play.

You giggled as you twirled you again. Your feet started to move faster in pace with his own.

Alastor picked you up and twirled you in the air. You felt almost alive again at the feeling. Alastor caught you and when you looked at him like he was the only person in the world, Alastor knew this was right. You were right.

—

The two of you continued to dance all night, and surprisingly everyone had got down with the fast pace jazz playing, not an ounce of complaining.

Another thing that happened that night was people took photos of you and Alastor. Most had him glitched out but there was one, once that wasn’t.

It had been when he dipped you and you clanged to him in fear of falling. Alastor had a teasing grin and that photo had spread everywhere online.

Typically Alastor hated people being in his business, but he wouldn’t lie he loved the claim it gave you.

At first Alastor felt annoyed at the photo, but when he was walking around cannibal town he overheard two chaps talking about “the radios demon girl.”

He liked that name, he didn’t acknowledge the thought that popped in his mind after that.

‘I’d prefer Radio Demon wife.’

—

Nope this year mating season was normal. Right? Sure he felt a tad bit more possessive but it was normal. Wasn’t it?

—

When mating season came around Alastor never once indulged in the desire for a release. Hated the thought of even doing it.

Though when it became so unbearable that it caused him so much pain he decided once couldn’t be bad.

However it was the image of you in his mind that made him cum all over his hand.

That’s when he knew, this year was different.

—

He was scared at first but soon the need for you overcame that fear. He was the radio demon, he could do anything. So what if he experienced a little change? I mean have you seen you?

That’s when Alastor decided to pull the old charmer he once was when he was kicking in in the living world.

Alastor’s wouldn’t lie, he knew how to charm a lady, he’s had experience. Sure he hasn’t done any of that since he stepped into hell but he sure it couldn’t be that hard.

—

Alastor took a seat next to you at the vacant bar. He tapped his fingers as decided to open his mouth. And pure stupid slipped past it.

“So did it hurt when you fell from heaven?”

Alastor swears he saw a legit loading screen over your head. For the first time since ever Alastor was nervous.

“I think you have me confused with Lucifer.”

Rage bubbled into his skin at the sound of you saying someone else’s name. But nervousness washed that down.

Alastor made a terrible excuse and teleported away. “There’s always next time!” Sureeee.

—

Alastor was looking for you — something he had been doing often — only to find you in the kitchen with Nifty.

You smiled down and here and took a sip of the soup she gave you. “Absolutely lovely. You should go and give a bowl to Husk.” Nifty nodded excitedly and hurried off past Alastor.

You laughed a little and spoke to Alastor when you were sure Nifty was gone. “That was so salty oh my gosh.”

Alastor spoke before he could register you words even. “You wanna see if I’m salty?”

“What?”

You two just stood there staring at one another for a good 10 seconds. Just processing. By the time your brain caught onto what he was saying he was already giving a stupid excuse to leave and rush to his room.

—

Now you had noticed Alastor trying to flirt. You noticed his little acts of service, and you noticed his jealous tendencies.

It was honestly funny on how Alastor would try to impress you. Alastor felt as if you weren’t interested in him. Let’s say that put quite the downer on his mood.

Alastor sat at the bar, drinking some whiskey when you walked past him. “Hey handsome.” He immediately perked up.

He became so needy for your attention and now that you were giving it to him? That made him want you more.

—

This was your first time in hell. Your first “mating season.” Most animalistic demons was around this time. So when you found Alastor knocking on your door in the middle of the night, good in hands, something in you went feral.

You invited him in to eat, he placed the food gently on your table. However Alastor felt like he needed to leave, or else he couldn’t control himself.

The smell of you all around? Not to mention he could practically taste your hormones on smell alone.

Alastor took a deep breath and started to excuse himself. “I should be off to bed now.”

He started to take steps to the door but you got in his way. Hand on his chest, eyes slightly begging yet demanding.

The two of you were quiet but the air was thick. It took you glancing one time at his lips for them to suddenly be on yours.

The kiss wasn’t soft, it was hard and rough. Like you was dehydrated and this was y’all’s first sip of water.

You pushed your hands into his hair while he tapped your legs. Understanding the silent command you jumped onto him, letting him pin you against the nearest wall.

You nipped his lower lip, drawing blood. The metallic taste mixed inside your mouth. It made Alastor even more painfully hard.

He let you stand and started to lead you two to the bed. Stripping you along the way as you did him.

By the time he pushed you into the mattress you only had your undergarments on while Alastor only had his pants.

The bed rocked slightly and hit the nightstand. “Careful Alastor the candle.”

Alastor’s gaze flickered over to the lit candle. He pushed you further up the bed and summoned some ropes. Effortlessly wrapping your hands to the headboard.

Alastor reached over to the candle and you whined out in anticipation. At first you were worried at the hot wax, but when Alastor tipped it slightly and the red mold dripped onto you skin you moan out in pleasure.

You hadn’t expected that to feel good but all you wanted was more. You had no doubt Alastor was a masochist but maybe you were one too.

“That’s a good girl.” His voice had a rasp that made you beg him for more.

“Please! Please Al.”

Alastor set aside the candle and started to kiss where the hot wax was starting to harden. He slightly snipped at your thighs causing you to beg him more.

“Please Alastor!”

“Please what?”

“Bite me.”

Bite you he did. Blood drew at the sharp bite he scattered across your thighs. Marking you his. He liked every drop of blood that would flow out the wound until it became to much. He couldn’t wait another second.

He discarded his pants and rubbed his top against your fold. Slightly grinding against your pussy.

“Please Alastor I need it.”

Fuck he needed it too but if he did this there would be no turning back. His afterlife would truly change forever.

But it already was changed, from the second he met you. So fuck it.

He thrusted up into you hard. While he would usually be a gentle dotting partner this time he just couldn’t wait.

He started the push himself all the way inside, not giving you a second to adjust. Blood dripped from your heat and Alastor grew to love the sight under him. You spread out blood, wax, his markings all over you.

He started to move quicker and quicker not giving you a second to adjust to his size. He fast a rough pulling sounds out of you that you didn’t even knew existed. Like you were some porn star.

Alastor sure as hell was fucking you like one.

You clanged to the radio demon, feeling your end about to wash through you.

“Alastor! Oh god I’m going to cum.” He gripped you chin and kissed you roughly. “You cum with only my name in your mouth.”

He pinch your clit and you came hard. Alastor’s name was the only thing you knew as you cried out to him in pleasure.

Alastor didn’t stop, he was selfishly chasing his own release, even if you were overstimulated.

You felt tears form in your eyes and you clenched around him, while he spilled himself inside of you.

When you both came down your high — panting — he slipped himself out and gave you a tender kiss.

He placed tender loving kisses on your thigh and face, slightly massaging your legs, while also making sure his cum stayed deep inside you.

—

The next morning was filled with the same Lust as the night before, however it was more gentle.

He explained he was like this because of mating season and why you were like this as well. The two of you came to an agreement that this sexual relationship would end when mating season did, even if both of you felt like dying while agreeing to it.

However when the air returned to normal you two relationship did not. You two continued your sinful acts. Like the two of you could never get enough of one another.

It wasn’t long till you confessed your feelings for Alastor, and him returning them.

Ahhhh! I’m trying new things out with my banner so if it’s a bit different in my upcoming post then that’s why.

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hecateslore · 1 month

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Could you write about Simon and Reader getting into a big fight and either giving each other the silent treatment or one of them leaving the house?

asks are open! My computer's back lmfao

"Because it's not that serious Simon!" You groan taking your earrings out, "We were having fun It's not like I was actually gonna leave with him."

You decided to have a girls night out, which was deserved. One of your best friends from back home was in town and you and your other best friend decided to get some drinks in celebration. All week Simon was in a pissy mood about it (Immediate divorce but thats just me!)

Simon lets out a loud sigh, "I'm not gonna argue," He said laying on the bed with his hands behind his head. "Then don't." You shrug, "If I did the same," He chuckles sarcastically, "So do the same." You pull down your jeans and step out of them, not feeding into Simon's childish games.

"I wouldn't though, because I respect you enough to know that my wife doesn't like me talking to other women." Simon sat up, his eyes watching you move around the master bedroom. "I thought you said you we're gonna argue?" You look at him. He flops over on his side, and try's his best to fall asleep while you look for something to sleep in.

The next morning you get up, and make breakfast. "Mom how was it?" Nova asks, her curls crazy from last nights sleep. "I had fun," You say, brushing the loose curls out of her face while she eats. "Did you get drunk?" She smirks, "Mind it." You flick her forehead going to get plates for the twins who barely woke up.

"Good Morning," You say sweetly as the two boys rub sleep out of their eyes. "Hi." One of the rasps out, while the other eats the bacon you placed on his plate.

Simon eventually comes down, Still bothered. "You hungry?" You ask him, "nah," he mumbles going for the pantry. Taking the granola out and eating a handful before putting it back. He walks off to the living room, "What's his problem?" Nova asks, stabbing into her pancake. "Me, I guess." You steal a sip from your sons orange juice.

Simon ignored you all day, not eating the meals you cooked, rarely talking to the kids if your around them.Before you both went to bed you decided to take a shower. Of course Simon being extremely immature he brushed his teeth making your water turn cold for the remainder of your shower.

"What the fuck is your problem?" You say, mostly rhetorical, body still damp from the shower, too heated to get dressed. "Nothing." Simon shrugs, "Simon, You've been acting like a child all day, So what is it?" frustration in your voice.

"Is it about Friday? Are you still mad about the party!?" You wave your arm around, "Get over it!" You exclaim. "Get over it?!" Simon says with shock all over his face, "You said It was a girls thing, And they both had their partners." He points, "It was last minute! and you don't even like them anyways."

"I doesn't matter!" Simon yells, "Simon, yes it does!" You yell back, "God forbid! someone other than you in this house goes out to have fun," You say, "You always have to micromanage what we're doing, who we're talking to, where we go. It makes me want to rip my hair out!" You argue. "Because it's not safe!" He exasperates. "knife's aren't safe, But we have them," You declared, "That's like saying, don't go outside, outside will be there." You mock him.

Simon still seated on the bed, he takes a deep breath, "I'm not sorry for having fun. And I'm not sorry that you're pissed about it." You cross your arms.

"I didn't ask you to be sorry," His attitude still present. "I didn't ask how you felt about me going out with my friends but here we are." You shrug. "See that's the problem," He points, "What problem, you're the one who's being ridiculous." You chided.

"Whatever," Simon huffs again, grabbing a pillow and the sheet from the bed, leaving the room.

"Whatever my ass." You mumble, going back to the bathroom to finish your after shower routine.

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the-cat-and-the-birdie · 7 months

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Writing a character that hates Hobie is funny cause like

- he's the most unoffensive guy if you yourself are not a jackass. If you think his attitude is shit its more than likely coming from you. He's so agreeable if you have a sense of humor

So NOT liking him is so fucking weird that it's comical to think about

What's even funnier though is

A character that Hobie DISLIKES TOO.

Cause that's a FEAT in and of itself!! Like imagine him being like

Looking at them mumbling under his breath 'Bloody fucking hell this tosser. Had enough of this bastard the last time.'

WHAT COULD YOU EVEN DO?? TO JUST BE GENERALLY UNLIKEABLE TO HIM.

Like imagine he's not even trying to irk them or make them dislike him. He doesn't even try to irk Miguel. But for some fucking reason this one person just rubs Hobie, the chillest coolest guy, the wrong way.

He just doesn't fuck with them. Can't hang. Won't vibe.

They just don't mesh and they know it.

And Gwen and Pavitr being like ???? Why?? Did they do something to you???

And Hobie's like 'nah.' ITS JUST SOMETHING ABOUT THEM

Maybe they're materialistic but not greedy, pissy but not aggressive, judges people by the way they look - but not physically, just their choice in outfit and if it's in season for the style being attempted.

Like someone not harmful and not entirely awful but fucking irritating. One of those people oh fuck here comes this guy fuck we made eye contact

Them just hating each other. Not even frenemies.

Like they're in the same room together and they don't see anyone because they immediately start arguing about nothing. They don't want the other looking at them. Conversations short and tense and fuck, for no reason.

One of them saying something and the other looking around like-

Cause the other person just said some CRAZZYYY stupid shit but they're not gonna get into it cause talking to the other person is exhausting and they know it.

The other person looking at Hobie like 'What's so funny?' / 'Was I talking to you?' / 'No, but you were laughing.' / 'Actually I was bloody fucking silent - you're off it - you must be hearing things-'

Hobie seeing them heading over and sucking his fucking teeth like 'What do you WANT m8 PISS OFF pleeasseee'

No romantic attraction, no ending up in bed, not even platonic attraction. Actually... they're just completely repulsed. Like magnets but ..the wrong way.

They hate each other and it does not improve over the course of knowing each other they just find new things that irk the fuck outta them and they don't know why

I wanna see that. Imma make something for that. Imma do it.

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billlydear · 1 year

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Hi ;) It's me again 😅 What about a fic where Reader has her periods and, you know, it's just Billy being there for her to help her get comfortable and taking care of her. 🥺 Maybe she is too embarassed to tell him at first but he notices she isn't feeling well so eventually reader tells him the truth to ease his worries. Like he doesn't get a damn thing about how periods work so maybe he goes to Max and asks her to give him some tips ? I know it's very scattered and a bit over the place, but I figured it would be very fluffy and sweet you know. 🤍 But of course you know best, so really if none of this inspires you be free to just ignore this 😅😂 Thank you so much ! Your fics make my shitty days better. 💕

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A/N: I'm so happy that you like my writing! I hope you enjoy this, too, I'm sorry it's a bit late 😅

Max dreads the sound of Billy's heavy footfalls outside her door. They're light and stealthy when they need to be, but when no one else is home, Billy stomps around like a soldier.

She preps herself for an infuriating conversation before the door even opens, and when it does, it slams against the wall. It tries bouncing back, but Billy's arm stops it as he stands tall in her doorway.

"What?" She demands with narrowed eyes.

"You're a girl."

She fakes an incredulous glance down at her chest, "Oh my god. You're right! All this time, and I've never known."

"Cut it out." He snaps, eyes ablaze, "I mean, you're a girl. So you know how girls work."

"We're not all clones, y'know." She scoffs, "What, are you having trouble with Y/N?"

"Yes," Billy huffs, "She's in a mood."

"So? How am I supposed to help?" Max's nose scrunches, "She hasn't told me anything."

"Because you're always in a mood!" Billy finally crosses the threshold of her doorway, sitting on her bed even when she slams her feet against his leg to try and shove him off.

"Listen, I dunno what's wrong with her, she just gets off in her head or something, and she's all weepy and shit, 'real pissy. She refused to eat any of her lunch today just 'cause one of her chocolates melted and got onto her bag of chips. It wasn't even touching them, it was just on the package. And- and fuck, there's, like, no sex.

"Ew!" Max's mouth falls open, brows furrowing, "Gross! I- God, Billy. I mean, have you ever thought about asking her?" Max stares at Billy, unimpressed, "That usually helps."

"No, Maxine, I have not," Billy gripes, "Because it comes and goes. When I finally decide enough is enough, and I go to ask her, it is enough. She just goes back to normal."

"Well... Is it, like, a recurring thing, then? Like, every Friday or something? It could be a weekly quiz in a class she doesn't like, or a family dinner routine she's not thrilled about."

"Not even weekly," Billy muses, "It's, like, every couple of weeks or something. I dunno."

"Wait." Max finally folds the magazine she was reading shut, her fingers trapped inside to hold her place. She squints at Billy, "Your girlfriend has been getting pissy every few weeks, crying often, having intense mood swings for days at a time, and being... conservative with her body, and then like magic it just goes away one day?"

Billy calculates her words in his head, nodding silently.

"You're so stupid," Max guffaws, resuming her casual flip-through of a cosmopolitan she shouldn't have in the first place, "Go talk to your girlfriend, butt-brain. And whatever you do, don't act grossed-out."

"Spill." Billy demands, turning his head to stare at you where you sit in the passenger's seat.

"What?" You look over at him warily, "Spill what?"

"Whatever's making you all sad and shit," Billy waves a hand, and it hooks back onto the wheel despite not needing to. He's parked outside the movie theater, waiting for you to confess.

"I'm not- I'm not sad and shit, Billy." You promise, but the way your eyes widen momentarily makes him realize you're covering up, "Don't worry about it, okay? I got, like, no sleep last night. I'm just really tired."

"Yeah, well, I don't doubt that." Billy murmurs, running a thumb under your eyes. It catches the skin there, sensitive and baggy. "But there's something else. I.. I asked Max, and she said I should ask you."

"Oh." You supply lamely, cheeks burning at the thought of your boyfriend's younger sister knowing you're on your period. "Uh, it's really not anything super important, if you just wanna move on it'll be over in a few days."

"No," Billy shakes his head, curls flying, "I wanna know now. I'm trying to be supportive, don't you want to talk about it?"

"I- I appreciate that you're being supportive," You nearly cry, embarrassment flooding your chest that Billy takes as despair, "It's just.. kind of embarrassing? I'm- I'm on my period, okay? That's all. It's just making me a little crazy."

"Oh."

Billy, admittedly, does think it's gross. Not because of the whole misogynistic-natural-body-processes-are-gross type deal, but because he's only ever seen blood as a result of injuries like cuts, so thinking about it coming from your vagina makes his own parts ache, and not in a good way. Even if he knows you're not cut up down there, that it's natural and that the bloodshed itself doesn't hurt, it'll take a while to reprogram his brain's perception of blood. But he'll get over it, after all, you have to.

"O-kay," He drops one hand from the wheel, reaching out for your own that's laying limp in your lap. "So, like, walk me through this. My mom didn't stick around long enough to have any talks with me, and if Susan tried I'd kill myself."

"I just need to be sad sometimes, or- or irrational. Even if it seems silly to you, don't tell me that, it'll just make it worse. I have to get it out."

"Okay," He shrugs, "I already don't tell you when I think you're being silly, y'know. I'm not in the habit of insulting you."

"I know," You can't help the smile that curves soft over your face, "I just mean, like, stuff might seem really dumb sometimes. But just go with it, okay?"

"Okay." He repeats; a promise, "Oh- and, uh, sex is a no?"

"Big mess," You mumble, cheeks blazing, "Not worth it."

"Well- I think I'd like to be the judge of that," Billy stammers, "I don't mind a mess. I encourage it, actually."

"Not like this," You chuckle bashfully, "You do realize it'll get, like, on you, right? I'll just suck you off for the week, or something."

"That's not fair to you," His lips puff into a frown, "I don't care. Let's just do it, I can trash the sheets if it's really that bad."

"At least use a towel!' You groan, burying your burning cheeks in your hands. Billy isn't quite sure why you're so embarrassed by the prospect of bleeding on him. It's bound to happen eventually, he reasons, a leaky pad or a surprise visit, why not enjoy it?

"Towel. Smart." He grins, teeth shining bright under the dim streetlights outside the car, "So that's our plan, then?"

"That's our plan," You try concealing your smile when you lean in to kiss him, but it doesn't work, and instead you bump grins. He presses his lips to yours as best he can despite his smile, and you let your nose linger against his own for a second longer than you need to.

"Let's just make sure Max isn't home," You worry, but Billy's more preoccupied with peeling out of the parking lot and racing for home, "You owe her, big time for this one."

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themastaralex · 4 months

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Christmas Eve at Satoru's

a/n: happy Christmas, I was honestly supposed to upload this yesterday, but I got lazy and all, but anyways, take this Maki story as my Christmas present to you!!

Summary: It's Christmas Eve and Maki's been weird, as per usual: wanting to get out of the festivities, but then everyone starts acting odd. What the hell's wrong with them?

Christmas with everyone from Jujutsu High is hectic, to say the least. At Satoru's house, too, of all places.

Because first off, at least one person needs to make sure that Yuji and Panda don't eat everything, then that Maki and Megumi don't try to escape the festivities, and that Nobara quits whining to Satoru to let her see her present.

Overall, it's hilarious, because you and Toge are funnily enough the only two “responsible” kids.

And to stay in the spirit of Christmas (and also to keep Maki and Megumi from running away in their typical Zenin fashion), you force them to help you put ornaments on the tree, with possible rewards from you and Yuji.

They're both too stubborn to admit they'd like that, or to even look either of you in the eyes after that.

“Shut up and suck it up before I force Toge to tell you guys to stop moving.” You sigh, your left hand on the back of your neck as you watch Maki hang an ornament with no energy to it; no passion in her movements.

“Maki, you're so stiff. Like damn, put some elbow into it.”

She just silently glares at you, because now she's pissy that she has to stay with everyone else and “willingly” endure being stuck with everyone for the next few hours until midnight, as if she doesn't spend enough time with these buffoons in classes.

“Shut up. I'll put some damn elbow in something else alright.”

And now she's definitely talking about elbowing you in the stomach. Just some friendly jokes, y'know?

She grins, but it comes with an almost murderous glare. Honestly, if you weren't dating, you'd probably take it seriously.

And for once, Yuji gets his mind off eating and instead goes on to help everyone else with the ornaments and things on the tree. Sure, it's Christmas Eve, but something’s better than nothing, no?

Over the course of the next 10 minutes, everyone manages to get the tree all nice and pretty, with ornaments and tinsel.

And so, with that out of the way, it's still early, and definitely not time to open any presents (It's only around 4 PM). Everyone moves to sit down in the living room, on Satoru’s very, very, expensive leather L shaped couch.

That couch has cup holders in between some of the seats, and most of the seats are reclinable except the long seat shaped like a bed.

And thus, everyone sits down. Oddly enough, Maki makes sure to sit away from you, much to your surprise.

“Um.. The fuck're you doin’?” You raise a brow, watching her sit next to Toge. You know very well she would NEVER willingly sit next to Toge if given the choice. You seem almost dismayed at her choice to not sit next to you and allow you to rest your head on her shoulder.

“I'm sitting down.”

Her response causes Toge to look at her from a side eye, and under the collar you know he's giving you that funny Shrek meme look.

Not even just Toge, but Nobara also gives a quick glance, moving to sit on your right. Maki is sure damn lucky that the cup holder thing and Toge are separating you from her, or else she'd be getting strangled right now.

In an almost hilarious reverse of fashion, you glare at her, absolutely flabbergasted by her decision.

“Right. Gotcha.” Your voice carries that sort of disappointed tone to it, and honestly, it almost makes her get up and sit next to you. But no, she has to stay strong.

“Mhm.”

After that, the room pretty much goes silent, seeing as Maki pretty much inadvertently caused a small bicker between you two.

It goes silent and has everyone sitting back into the couch, then Satoru enters, happy as always.

“Okay, guys! So, we're gonna watch Christmas movies, then we'll eat, then we'll watch Christmas movies again, then we'll open presents!” His eyes move toward Nobara for that last sentence, clearly directed towards her. She does a little clap, in spite of the awkwardness of the whole room.

Satoru notices this, but makes no comment, instead, he continues to talk. He basically just says they'll choose a couple of movies. And they do, the Home Alone movies, then Ice Age onward from the second one (everybody hates the baby in the first one).

All throughout the movies you catch Maki whispering to Toge and Panda, which honestly isn't that hard to do since Toge's like 2 feet away from you. But what's hard to catch is whatever they're talking about.

So you just ignore them, and definitely ignore how Maki's sitting right now. Manspreading in her usual fashion when she's not in her uniform. Actually, no, even in her uniform, she does it to a certain point.

You try to ignore it, because it's insanely hot. Yeah. Especially since she's wearing black sweatpants and a tight gray t-shirt with the sleeves that perfectly tighten around her biceps. Not to add insult to injury, but the shirt is very clearly showing off her muscles, namely her very toned stomach.

“What the shit…?” You mutter under your breath, and you're definitely completely bewildered. She's wearing this, when she's told you before, very distinctly, ‘God, you're so weird. Wearing anything tight like that would literally kill me from embarrassment.’

The ‘thing’ in question; a black compression shirt, which she would likely use in the gym.

But now here she is, wearing something very similar to that. Huh?

Whatever. She's ignoring you, so it's only fair to ignore her back for today. Even if today is Christmas.

Of course, Maki did it on purpose. She did it on purpose, and the way she's acting right now is on purpose too.

You just lean back into your chair, reclining it, and relax as you keep your mind off Maki or anything about the possible presents anybody got you.

..damn it. Now you're gonna be stuck thinking about that all day. And by all day, I mean for 15 minutes, because then you fall asleep.

Exhaustion is crazy when you're a Jujutsu Sorcerer, especially a Special Grade.

Nobody wakes you up. So when you do wake up, you wake up to nobody around, the TV still running on Home Alone 3, and you have the distinct feeling you just slept for a couple hours.

“Guys? Where the hell did y'all go?” You sit up after a few moments of just looking around. “The fuck..?” You sigh out, closing the chair, then standing up to look around the house.

Nothing in the living room (obviously), nothing on the kitchen, nothing in the other living room.

What the hell, seriously? Did they just decide to go out and ditch you because you were sleeping..? Nah, Toge would have woken you up with a series of pokes on your cheek. So then, what?

Who knows, because after you get and eat a snack from the kitchen and you go back to sit in the living room, all sad and shit, 20 minutes later, you see Satoru come inside the open kitchen with a shit-eating grin on his face.

“Satoru! Where the hell is everyone?” You ask him across the goddamn room.

He looks at you with a funny face, as if he just got caught taking a cookie out of the cookie jar.

“What do you mean? They're training in the dojo. I thought I texted you we were in the dojo.” He holds a glass of water in his hand, as he walks to you and ruffles your hair.

“Oh, little sister. Paranoid much?” He teases, as you slap away his hand.

You take out your phone from your pocket as Satoru shrugs and starts to walk away. And in fact, yes, someone texted you they were in the dojo.

Maki:

in the dojo when you wake up

Sent around an hour and a half ago.

You're seriously stupid. Braindead, even. Hakari levels of stupid.

Regardless, you start making your way to the dojo, where you and Megumi have sparred. Many, many, times.

The second you enter the dojo by sliding open the doors, you see Maki, Panda, Nobara and Toge all watching Megumi and Yuji spar, in what is a very one-sided fight.

“Sheesh. Talk about an ass whoopin’.” You laugh, as you head inside the room, closing the doors behind you. Maki glances at you, calling the match to Yuji.

“Alright. You and me, Gojo.”

Maki still sometimes feels odd calling you that because it's also Satoru’s last name, but it's really nothing.

You recoil, because you literally just got here and Maki already wants to shove her elbow into your stomach.

“Ah.. Already? Couldn't wait a couple minutes?”

She gives you an amused look, along with a very smug smile. She steps into the ring, as you scoff, pulling off your hoodie and throwing it behind you toward the wall.

“Let's just hurry this up.”

You seriously don't want to spar Maki, but it's inevitable now. You step into the ring, confident in your steps, but then again, you don't even want to be here.

The spar passes by in a blur, mainly because you're distracted, and not really making any moves to defend yourself. So when Maki has you pinned down, face down, hands at your sides being held down by her own, and her knee at your lower back, you're not surprised.

“You distracted or something?” Her brash voice makes sure to keep you focused on her, as you move your head to the side to look at her with your left eye.

You take a small breath in, then mutter, “Somethin’ like that.”

After a moment, she moves off of you, standing up and moving backwards a bit.

“Okay. Um, well, I won. Go sit down.” Maki says, and you comply, grabbing your hoodie and bringing it with you.

And so, as they continue to spar, Maki goes up against everyone else, easily winning against everyone. Even against Yuji.

And once again, it gets increasingly difficult to focus on the fight, and not just on Maki completely.

‘Damn it. Stop. She's ignoring you, why the hell can't you stop wanting to stare at her?’ Your thinking gets you nowhere, especially since Maki can see how much you're staring at her. Kind of gives her an ego boost, seeing her girlfriend looking at her even as she's ‘ignoring’ you.

She's going to continue to be smug about it for the rest of the day, in all seriousness. And she's not kidding.

Even as the time gets close to midnight and everyone gathers around the tree for presents, she has that stupid smirk on her face.

Of course, Satoru does Nobara's present last, and it's honestly hilarious, because he gets her a gag present. Just a box in a box in a box.. Until she gets to a very small box, which holds Satoru's debit card.

Almost everyone groans and sighs, because this only means two people are going to be forced to go shopping with her. He set a limit however, only a couple thousand a month (yeah, like 10 thousand).

There's no present after hers however, and you still haven't gotten anything.

“Satoru, what gives? No present for me?” You ask, raising a brow. You've been very specific about what you've wanted all year, a God of War Ragnarök PS5 bundle, or some Oakley Prizm glasses (the type that rednecks use, but that's okay, because when you wear them, it's not cringe).

“No, there's definitely a present for you.”

The way he says it is definitely off, a small smirk on his face. Oh, you hate him. So damn much. Brothers.

“I got your present, sweetheart.”

Her voice is ever snarky, as she holds a box large enough to hold a PS5 in it. She moves back toward the doorway, and you're stupid enough to follow her.

Well, not stupid, more so just desperate for her attention at this point. Or would it be for her affection?

So you walk over to her, paying no mind to your surroundings. Just her and the present in her hand.

Just her and the present. Her, because of the sole fact she's barely given you attention all day, and the present, well- That's just because it's your Christmas present from Satoru, and it's bound to be expensive.

“Goddamn it, Maki. Just give me the present.” You stand in front of her, in the doorway, as she grins and looks up for a moment. Then you do the same.

It's fucking mistletoe.

You look back down right at her smiling face, and you might have felt the urge to glare at her to no end, but now, nah..

“Merry Christmas, Y/N.”

With those shining eyes and pure grin, you don't care about what's in the box at this point. You just want to kiss Maki.

You lean in close to her and place your hands on her neck, your thumb on her cheek, pulling her close too. It's mainly because of the box in her arms that you have to do it like this.

Your lips press together, and it's evident that Maki put on chapstick, cherry flavored chapstick. Meanwhile you, chapped ass lips, but Maki doesn't give a single fuck, seeing as normally, both yours and hers lips are a bit chapped.

You only know that it tastes like that because you instinctively run your tongue over her bottom lip after a moment. Pulling back a few inches, you smile.

“Cherry, Maki? Didn't take you for the type to use that.”

“Oh, don't be so surprised. Besides, if you keep asking questions, I'm not giving you this present.”

You softly laugh, your eyes falling down to the box then back up to meet her gaze.

“That's funny. You better give me the damn box.”

It was a PS5, God of War edition. But Satoru wasn't the one who bought it.

Maki did. She spent around 700 dollars getting that, just for you. She's pretty broke, but for you, she'd sell her kidney.

So as you two lay in bed a few hours later, with your head on her left shoulder, left arm wrapped around her waist, you're happy.

Sure, she ignored you earlier, but that was on purpose. She didn't want to ruin the surprise she had by pulling it early.

“Thank you, Maki.”

“You're very welcome. Gotta be honest, you're very expensive to shop for.”

Quiet laughter escapes your lips, as she pulls a blanket over both of you.

“Well, depends on what holiday you're shopping for.”

Maki doesn't speak for a moment, but then she playfully scoffs. “You're expensive for all of them.”

Shit, she's got you there.

“..yeah. Fair enough.”

You both lie there in silence for a few minutes, almost falling asleep, before you come on out and say it.

“I love you. Good night.”

Her face slightly warms up at the words, she always does whenever you tell her you love her.

“Good night. I love you too.” It's such a natural response to your words, rolling off her tongue.

She probably loves you a little too much, based on how her arm tightens around your body, or how even in the dark she can remember every part of you.

She loves it.

#god i need her so bad #jjk x reader #jjk x you #maki x reader #maki x you #maki zenin #maki zenin x reader #zenin maki #yuji itadori #megumi fushiguro #nobara kugisaki #gojo satoru #toge inumaki #panda jjk #maki is so gay for you #she deserves the entire world #maki would be so warm while cuddling to be honest

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peach-and-bugs · 11 months

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Can I pretty please get a hc list for when adult Lottie and adult misty are fighting over the same f!reader, before finally agreeing to share her?

I didn’t plan on obsessing over TWO milfs but I’m just a simple Simping creature and i cannot change this 🥺

Simping for both of them is so valid. Lottie and Misty are definitely my faves and I personally would have no idea who to choose if I was forced too

Lottie (2021) and Misty (2021) fighting over the same girl

✰ For starters, they are both extremely passive-aggressive to one another. It's a situation where they both like the same person and they each know it, but the person they like is left completely in the dark

✰ We don't see a lot of Misty and Lottie's relationship in the show, but when we do they keep subtly jabbing at one another, and I think this is how they'd go about their little silent war over

✰ Misty would be extremely pissy to know someone else is interested in someone that she has deemed as hers. She's constantly sending Lottie dirty looks where she scrunched up her face and furrows her brows, pursing her lips all tight in irritation when she catches Lottie watching you with Misty

✰ and Lottie would purposely try keeping you away or she'll attempt to monopolize your attention, which only eggs Misty on further. In conversation, she'll interject, talking over Misty to purposely irritate her further. Lottie finds entertainment in winning

✰ over time their attacks on one another grow more and more heated to the point that you have no choice but to notice and confront them about it

✰ They find themselves in an extremely embarrassing position of having to confess their feelings for you at the same time, which is not how either of them had intended for this to go

✰ Of course, now you find yourself in an awkward position having two women admit that their attraction to you is the reason they've been bickering like children. I think the only resolution is for the three of you to have a long, well-thought-out conversation about when all of this means to try and find some kind of reasonable resolution

✰ but it seems like you're interested in both of them too, so that would be the start of a very tentative poly relationship

✰ I don't think Misty and Lottie would become interested in one another immediately, but over time as you spend more time all together and then they start interacting more one on one, that interest will begin to form and eventually instead of them both dating you separately, you all and up with each other

#◛⑅·˚ ༘ ♡ kay's at it again♡#◛⑅·˚ ༘ ♡chit chat with kay♡#ask box #yellowjackets fanfic #yellowjackets #yellowjackets x reader #yellowjackets thoughts #yellowjackets headcanons #misty quigley #misty quigley x reader #misty quigley headcanons #lottie matthews #lottie matthews x reader #lottie matthews headcanons #misty x lottie #misty x lottie x reader

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chiprewington · 13 days

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i am genuinely Not Normal about chip either so im excited to share/ask about headcanons

what do you think his favorite hobbies would be? i personally think he might enjoy birdwatching, some calming minigolf or fishing,,,,

HUM... I know I talked about his hobbies Here and talked about his relationship with video games Here... thinking emoji... I think I'm gonna break down my personal intepretation's view on those three hobbies (birdwatching, minigolf, fishing)! I will say that my interpretation is very. Un-Fun.

Headcanons under the cut, the usual!

Chip to me doesn't really seem like the "watching nature" type. Unfortunately (for me at least) I don't think he'd be very into birdwatching. He'd get disinterested rather quickly and want to move on to something else.

His idea of nature is sitting on a lawn chair out in a quiet high-class suburban neighborhood. And then telling kids to get off his lawn. Or he's just standing in the middle of a golf course and taking in the carefully curated environment that is not naturally grown. This is the only way I can see him genuinely thinking "I love nature".

I also think he's more for normal Golfing than Minigolfing. He'd probably find the latter too gimmicky and childish. That, and considering Minigolfing is associated with toons... I wouldn't be surprised if the moment he tried to play, Cartoon Logic dictates it's funny enough that he always fucks up.

This gets to a point where he gets angry enough at things that his next hit shoots the ball into the stratosphere and then tosses the putter into some water. He's forced to stop playing afterwards because his chest is aching from the anger and now that's stressing him out.

Fishing I feel like is something he would take interest in - but he doesn't know how to do it. He'd need someone to teach him. He'd also need someone to accompany him while he does it.

The reason for this is that as much as he would enjoy the actual act of casting a line and reeling in a fish, he would hold the thing like a white man with the most pained grimace on his face because the fish is still alive and wiggling and slimy and he's just standing there looking at his fishing partner silently begging for help in a pissy way. He hates actually handling and unhooking the fish, it fucks with his autism in a very negative way.

And yet, he would have no problem if the fish wasn't alive and being used to cook. He'd be completely down for a catch and cook as long as he's not the one to purge the fish used.

#ask #chip revvington #chainsaw consultant #corporate clash #corporateclash #toontown corporate clash #toontowncorporateclash #ttcc #toontown #headcanons

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behindthewanderlust · 7 months

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Waterworks

Murdoc x gn!reader

Masterlist

Summary - Murdoc likes to think he’s a decent enough lover. Except for when you give him a problem he doesn't know how to solve.

Word Count - 904

Warnings - Hints of Murdoc’s alcoholism, Murdoc’s self doubt (he thinks he’s a bad partner), this isn’t beta read

A/N - Can take place in any phase! Also, constructive criticism is very much welcome! If I missed any warnings, please let me know

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Murdoc likes to think he’s a decent enough lover.

Don’t get him wrong, he could do a better job and he knows you deserve someone better than him…but hey, you haven’t left him yet - that’s gotta mean something, right? He can make you laugh like no other and will buy you the flashiest shit on the planet if you asked. He knows how to do that well.

So it’s quite unfortunate that you’re now crying in his arms. He shifts uncomfortably, he doesn’t know what to do about this. He’s tense as you sob into his chest; his mind races, wondering what he should do or say. He gives you a few awkward pats on the back, something he remembers Noodle doing the last time he vomited after drinking too much. Drinking’s always been how he solved all his negative emotions. He almost suggests it, but stops himself, knowing he doesn’t want you to end up like him.

Murdoc thinks about getting Noodle, Russel, or the nitwit - someone, anyone who can comfort you better than he ever could. He thinks about a previous time you cried, Russel made you tea and offered you words of wisdom before watching a movie with you. Another time, 2D and Noodle brought you food to lift your spirits. Kind gestures don’t come easily to Murdoc, he mentally curses his bandmates for having sympathy. He tries to get up to grab someone, but you hold him so tight there’s no point in standing up. His shirt’s soaked, and you only seem to be crying harder. Murdoc’s powerless, a feeling he can’t stand. Negative thoughts gnaw at his insides with each sob you let out; he silently beats himself up for being such a useless boyfriend.

“Er - uh, do ya wanna talk about it?”

A sense of familiarity is felt when Murdoc finally spits a question out. He remembers Russel asking the same question after he first witnessed one of Murdoc’s drunken depressive episodes. You shake your head and whine out a quick no thank you. His memory’s a bit spotty, but Murdoc remembers his reaction being much more violent; a chair was possibly thrown in Russ’ direction.

He glances over at a clock that may or may not be set to the incorrect time. You’ve been crying for hours - at least, that’s what Murdoc thinks. Father Time would disagree and say you’ve been wailing for only seven minutes. He sighs, starting to feel a bit impatient. He’s got a raging headache from the stiff drinks he had last night. His plan was to keep this escapade from you, not wanting you to know he’s been drinking again, but he knows you’re not an idiot. You smelled the remnants of alcohol when you barged into his room, face wet with tears.

Murdoc then wonders if distraction would work. He’s already 0-2 when it comes to ideas, so why not go for a strikeout?

“Ha! I just remembered! I swiped Noodle’s last cig earlier,” he starts to boast, “and she gets all pissy ‘bout it, but guess who she’s blamin’? The half-brain 2D, who else? ‘Coulda told her I nabbed it, but why would I? Watching the two argue about a smoke was pure entertainment.”

Murdoc laughs again, before shifting you in his lap to sit more comfortably. “It wasn’t even a good smoke anyway.”

He begins to recall other events, like 2D’s voice cracking during a song, and Russel’s drumstick falling out of his hand. Murdoc, of course, claims to have played perfectly; not a single bum note coming from his bass.

“Ya should’ve been there, love,” he hums, his hand unconsciously rubbing your back much less awkwardly than the tense pats from earlier. You take a few sharp breaths. Murdoc notes how you’re slightly more calm than before. He took the moment to speak again.

“Now, why am I seeing waterworks? Spit it out, what’s got ya bawling like a baby?”

He doesn’t miss the amused huff you let out. You sniffle as you pull away from his embrace and wipe the tears. Your eyes are a bit dull, and your face is red and puffy. Murdoc still thinks you look nice. He stays quiet as you take a few more deep, shaky breaths to calm yourself. You speak, your voice cracking as you force the words out.

“I just had a rough day, that’s all. Thanks for holding me.”

Murdoc wipes a stray tear from your eye before looking down at his shirt. It’s cold and wet with your tears and snot. Your eyes follow his, and you cringe at the mess you left on his clothes. The room is silent, save for the murmur of the TV you didn’t even realize was on. You enjoy the moment; a calm that came after the storm instead of before. Your eyes dance across the room, not really paying attention to anything interesting before they land on your boyfriend, who is staring directly at you.

“Y’know, love,” he speaks, a grin forming on his face. “For a moment there, it felt like I was at Niagara Falls.” He laughs, the noise turning into a cackle as you groan and hit his shoulder. You roll your eyes before laughing too. The dullness of your eyes is now replaced with a slight sparkle. Murdoc couldn’t think of a prettier sight.

Maybe he wasn’t as bad of a boyfriend as he thought.

#gorillaz fanfiction #murdoc gorillaz #2d gorillaz #noodle gorillaz #russel gorillaz #murdoc niccals #gorillaz fanfic #murdoc x reader

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acourtofinkandpapyrus · 5 months

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A Flower With Petals of Flame: Part Twenty (Eris x Reader)

Warnings: mentions of drinking (not in a bad way, but it's there), anger, yelling, trauma, mentions of violence and toxic/abusive family (Eris's) Some suggestiveness and horrible flirting

Part nineteen

Tag list: @esposadomd

A/N: Yeah, I didn't keep track of how much I wrote so this one is REALLY long. Basically more secrets and flirting at the end.

I sit in the cabin with a cup of tea, sipping on it as Eris and Rhys talk.

They thought that I wasn’t listening, that I was too shell shocked or stunned to speak, but in reality I didn’t want to have to talk this through with the two of them yet.

It was almost worse listening to them while they talked about me.

“Do you knew what he was doing to my sister and didn’t think to fucking tell me!?” Rhys whisper-shouted at Eris.

I could feel the heat Eris was emitting in his rage from here as he responded through gritted teeth, “I’m sorry, but you were living there and didn’t notice. I don’t think anything I could have said would have done a damn thing.”

I can feel the rage radiating off of both of them, and I finally have enough, slamming the cup down on the table, ignoring the pain as hot tea sloshed over the sides and onto my hands.

They’re both silent as I seethe, barely able to contain my rage.

“Stop talking about me as if I’m not here.”

Eris is smart enough not to make a peep, but Rhys steps up, speaking in low comforting tones, “Y/n, I’m so sorry. We’re just worried about-”

I resist the urge to hurl the tea mug at his head and instead shove away from the table and get to my feet, tromping toward the door.

“Wait, where are you-” Rhys starts but I quickly cut him off.

“If you both want to go home, follow.” I snap, and Eris is quick to follow me.

Rhys stands there for a moment as I throw the door open, but I hear Eris murmur to him, “She will in fact leave you here. She’ll come back, but I suggest not gambling with how long.”

Despite the rage that’s still coursing through my veins, a smile tugs at my lips as Rhys quickly moves to follow me at Eris’s warning.

He wasn’t lying. I once left him in the middle because he was in a pissy mood.

Of course, I kept an eye on him and made sure he didn’t get eaten by kelpies or caught by the weaver.

I stop in the middle of the snow, creating the portal back to the land of the living.

As we all step through, it seems that the group we left behind is sitting in uncomfortable silence.

Without a word, I give the whole room two middle fingers and back out into a different room.

I heard somebody choking down laughter as I slammed the door behind me. I look around and realize I’m in a bedroom.

Frustrated and exhausted I go over and sit on the bed.

When was the last time I had gotten a good night's sleep? Or slept at all.

I stare down at the surface of the bed for only a moment before murmuring, “fuck it.” and laying down on top, deciding to only take a short nap until someone came looking for me.

Eris:

I had checked in on Y/N and saw she was asleep, so I had kept the door closed while the rest of us started back into planning.

“This isn’t going to work, we need something more than just extra defenses.” Rhysand growls, prowling back and forth across the room.

I tried not to roll my eyes, like we didn’t already know that.

“She’s probably got some plan for that too, but knowing Y/N, she’s going to keep it a secret until the last minute.” Sam responds, lounging back in the large chair. He’s incredibly small in comparison to the giant arm chair, but his threatening manner makes him appear larger.

We all pause and stare at this human for a minute, and my lips twitch, trying to form a smile against my will.

Speaking so boldly in front of a room full of fae that could absolutely destroy him if they so wanted caught all of our attention.

Though, maybe I was underestimating him.

“Do you have any idea what she’s planning at all?” Rhys asks, his voice sharp as his violet eyes cut into Sam.

The boy smirks. “Well, I don’t see any reason to tell you if she hasn’t yet.”

I could get used to watching Rhysand fume without being able to do anything about it. Even if he wasn’t worried about hurting him with his fae strength, no one dared argue too hard with the human.

After all, it was clear that he and Y/N were close friends.

I wonder what her life was like, all those years… well, dead I guess.

She hadn’t talked about it, even with me. Which either meant we just hadn’t had the time or…

I had heard what her father said, about marrying her off to one of the Asteri. What they had tried to do to her.

“Eris?”

I snapped out of my thoughts, only to realize the chair under my fingers was smoking, the room filling with the smell of burnt leather.

“Yes?” I ask in a casual drawl, switching which leg I had crossed over the other as I looked at Lucien, who had noticed my strange behavior.

His jaw worked, and I realized suddenly that he was worried about me. “I was thinking we should postpone any further discussion until Y/n’s back, do you agree?”

I’m quick to nod my head, already aware that anything we did at this point was going to dissolve into more fighting, maybe even brawling.

I wouldn’t mind throwing a punch or two right now.

Everyone grumbles, but agrees, and I suddenly remember that I am the owner of this cabin, and that it’s my responsibility to get everyone properly sorted.

So I stand, explaining that rooms would have to be shared, how many there were, and where they were at, before leaving to let them sort themselves out, manners be damned.

It was not that long ago I wouldn’t have dared to leave them to their own devices like that, to not place the cruel albeit well mannered host.

Things were changing though, and with all the rushing around, I hadn’t had time to think of the possible consequences of my actions.

My poor mother, for example.

I had scars to remind me of every blow, every lashing and cut I had received at my families hands, but the ones that had cut the deepest were not the ones I had received myself, no, but the horrors I had to watch my mother live through.

Beron had quickly found out how much I cared for her, and used it against me, threatening her everytime I dared to even look at him wrong.

It was a nightmare of an existence, and sometimes he hurt her anyway, forcing my brothers to hold me back and watch.

They had no souls, my brothers, small sinister and cowardly clones of my father. The only family I had ever cared about was my mother and Lucien. Two people I would happily die for.

I had already failed one, my brother a walking corpse that would soon have to leave this world. Along with my mate.

What cruel tastes the mother has, letting me call the only female I’ve ever truly loved my mate, only to know that she would soon be whisked away once more.

I rush out the back door, gulping down breaths of fresh air.

If my father found out what I was doing, he would make sure my mother paid the price for it.

That was the reason I had been plotting to kill him, after all. Such a thing wasn’t taken lightly in Prythian, and I only had plans to stick around long enough that Lucien became the next high lord.

Sure, maybe he’s Helion's son, and his rightful place was in the dawn court, but I wouldn’t be able to stay and rule. Not over the court I despised, the court that let my brother’s lover be beheaded, the court that had clapped me on the back when they heard of the arranged marriage between me and The Morrigan, fully knowing how much she didn’t want it.

The court that had kept me away from Y/N.

“Eris.”

Another time I would have welcomed my brother actually worrying about me, seaking me out.

But everything was too much right now, and I had to bite back a foul response that I knew would have driven him away.

“I’m really not in the mood right now brother.” I snarl, barely keeping the flames that boiled under the surface from exploding in a wave of fiery rage.

Lucien came over and patted me on the back anyway, the gesture awkward. “It’s been… a rough day for everyone.”

My stomach twisted, self disgust started to eat me up. Here I was moping after my brother quite literally died and is still walking around.

“I’m sorry. You shouldn’t have to come and try to comfort me after… everything.” The confession is for more than just today, and we both know it.

I remember when Lucain was a small child, I loved playing big brother, doing for him what my brothers had never done for me.

Looking at Lucien now, sometimes I forgot how different he was from the young boy that smiled crookedly because I brought him a new toy from another court.

He took my arm in his, and started to drag me off away from the cabin.

“Wait, where are we going?” I question, not really fighting him as he drags me further into the forest.

Lucien grins at me, his hair mussed and hanging in his face. “Well, after I realized where we were, I remembered a tavern nearby, I was thinking maybe we could get a drink.”

I couldn’t help but raise a brow. “A drink?”

He rolled his eyes. “If there is any time to have a drink, tonight is it, and I’d rather not go alone.”

My lips tug upward as I sigh, acting as if this was all such an inconvenience. “I guess I could go for one drink.”

Lucien smirked, but as we walked off, I realized this was the closest I had been to my brother in a while.

Y/N:

I stir awake as a gentle arm wraps around my midsection, pulling me in and cradling me with their body.

I could recognize Eris’s scent anywhere, and snuggle into the male behind me, half asleep and a peaceful feeling enveloping me.

My eyes crack open a bit more as I scent alcohol on his breath though.

“Where did you go?” I mumble, barely keeping my eyes open as he hummed, gently tucking my loose strands of hair behind my ear.

“Lucien took me out to get a drink.” He says, only sounding slightly tipsy, which I am thankful for.

I smile, even as I start to drift back to sleep.

“What did you two talk about?” I ask, the words slurring together in a haze of sleep.

Eris laughs softly, seemingly unaware of the words slipping out of his mouth as he starts to slip into a peaceful sleep next to me, “We talked about mother, and how we could help her. I asked his advice on what to do with the court, because I have no plans to leave your side.”

His face snuggles into the crook of my neck, finally falling asleep.

But now I am awake. Wide awake.

I had forgotten. How had I forgotten?

He always told me what Beron did to his mother, and we had both always been helpless to stop it.

But now…

But now I had power. Now I could do something.

The thought eats me up from the inside. It would be so easy to go over to the autumn court and put that miserable piece of shit in his place

I soon realize that I’m not going to get anymore sleep, and carefully detach myself from Eris, making sure not to wake him.

He reaches out for me after I stand, his face scrunching up unhappily in his sleep at my absence, andI debate just laying back down.

But this was something I had to do.

There was nothing I could do about my father with my mother’s life on the line, but I could save his.

So I shrug on a coat and head out the door, winnowing after I was a good distance from the cabin.

The autumn court was just as detestable as it was when I last saw it. If anything, it had gotten worse, the poor getting poorer and the rich becoming more and more powerful.

Anyone who stepped foot in this court could tell there was something brewing, but right now, that worked to my advantage.

The halls are empty at this early hour and my footsteps echo in the long extravagant halls, unable to escape the gold no matter where you look, from the baseboards to the intricately carved furniture.

I had traveled enough that even if I didn’t know the high lord, I would be able to recognise his arrogance and haughtiness just from how he decorated.

I entered the throne room, and just as I had hoped, he had been aware of my presence in the castle, and severely underestimated me.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t be so relaxed on his throne with no guards nearby.

“You’re usually supposed to bow to your superiors.” He drawls, and I let my mouth tilt into a crooked little smile.

Maybe Rhys had the mask of the vicious high lord and Eris had the mask of the arrogant monster, but I’d been living with many masks all my life.

And the one of the angry goddess was my favorite.

I let my power sort of ooze from me, swirling along the floor and covering the walls, letting the cover of night without the aid of stars cover every inch of the room except for a small circle around Berons golden throne.

His enraged and slightly terrified face was staring right at me, and I let my teeth grow slightly, partially turning into that beastly form some members of our family could become and forming black talons on the ends of my delicate fingers, my wings starker and their talons even sharper.

A crooked halo of starlight appears above my head, adding to the utterly terrifying expression I wore as I cloak myself in the swirling darkness.

“What were you saying about superiors Beron?” I ask in a lilting voice, taunting him.

He carefully schools his face back into one of nonchalant, but I can still see the fear behind his eyes as he readjusts into an even more guarded pose.

“What is it exactly that you want, bat?” He spat, and my grin split wider across my face and I walked closer to his throne, the night rippling in my wake.

He leaned back, almost scrabbling as I stood right in front of him, grinning down at him as my eye glowed with sheer power.

“What I want…” I start, making a god awful noise as I scrape my talon along the gold armrest of his throne, leaving a long gash. “Is to make a bargain lord.”

His face is torn between rage and curiosity.

I think his fear is the deciding factor, because he relents and asks, “What sort of bargain?”

I smile, stepping back just enough to give him room to breathe, but not enough to let him relax.

“You don’t lay a hand on Eris, Lucien or your wife again. You don’t have anyone else hurt them, you don’t let them get hurt mentally or physically by yourself or anyone or anything you know is going to hurt them. And I don’t kill you. Good deal?”

I had thought it out as best as I could in the last hour, and maybe it was a bit repetitive, but it covered all the bases.

I had never been good at bargains, but this one was the most important I had ever made, and I wasn’t going to slip up and leave a loophole for this bastard.

He mulls it over, and I hold my breath. I truly hadn’t thought it would be this easy.

“No. How am I supposed to get anything done if I’m always worried about hurting them mentally?” He asks, rolling his eyes.

Even though I’m surprised it’s not an outright no, I’m still hesitant.

But what else could he do? If the worst it was going to be was him speaking nastily to them, that I could handle.

And if he tried to go after me, or Helion if he ever found out, we could handle him.

It’s times like these I was glad Eris let me in on that little secret. Maybe I’d give Helion a little heads up Beron might be coming after him to get to his mate.

If Eris’s mother ever wanted to leave, I would help.

So, reluctantly, I nod. “Alright, so you don’t hurt or have any of them hurt physically and I don’t k-”

“You also don’t injure me in any way.” He interupts, grinning, and I have to battle with myself not to kill him right now.

I need the other courts to support me in case the Asteri actually made it here.

Killing Beron, despite how awful he is, would scare the rest of them off.

I groan. “Fine. I don’t harm you in any way and you don’t physically hurt Lucien, Eris, their mother, or have them hurt.”

He nods. “It’s a bargain.”

Eris:

I wake up alone, and I start to worry, pulling lightly on the fiery bond that now ran between me and Y/N.

She hadn’t said anything about it yet, and there was a consistent worry in the back of my head.

What if she didn’t want it? To be tied to me like that?

After everything I’d done, I wouldn’t blame her.

A comforting wave of emotions washed over me, pulling me from my thoughts and I smiled.

Whatever she was up to, she was okay.

I go to get out of bed, but I'm surprised as a flower tumbles from the sheets, a red carnation lies next to me, making me smile even wider as I take it and place it in an empty vase.

I realize that all of the clothing I currently have in the closet is more comfortable than fancy. I kept emergency outfits in a chest in the attic, but I would have to go through one of the rooms I had assigned to the others to get to it.

I start to worry about it, but I just pick out the best looking sweater and the only pair of slacks in the closet and head out into the main room.

The only one there is Nesta, and I can’t help it as a mischievous smile works its way onto my face, planning something.

Nesta doesn’t notice me yet, but her head swivels as Y/n walks in the front door, slightly glowing with power as she flexes her fingers as if trying to expel something.

Her eyes met mine for only a moment before she sauntered over to Nesta, leaning against the wall. “So how are you doing this morning my lady?” She asks, and I’m shocked at the lower inviting tone she uses.

Even more surprised when for a moment, Nesta seems speechless.

I tug on the bond and Y/N lets her eyes slowly move to mine, raising an eyebrow, and I realize what this was about.

So she was going to flirt with Nesta because of that time I had danced with Nesta. Not because she was jealous, no Y/n wasn’t that type of person.

She was trying to one up me.

Challenge accepted.

Y/N:

Eris starts to walk over, and I can’t help the excitement that sparks between us through the bond. This was going to be fun.

I smirk at Nesta as she finally finds her voice. “I am doing just fine. Where were you all night?”

My eyes sparkle, and I taunt, “Why? Were you searching for me last night, Nesta?” I ask, rolling her name off my tongue as if it didn’t want to leave my tongue.

She straightened up a little bit, but before she could respond Eris was already at her other side, his pretty eyes trained solely on her.

“Now, come dear, if she was looking for anyone, she would have been looking for me.” He says smoothly, his voice dropping an octave.

Nesta is struggling to hide the blush creeping up on her face, and I wonder how far we can push her before she punches one or both of us.

Instead to my surprise I hear more than see Cassian enter, eyebrow arched. “I might have expected this sort of behavior from Eris, but from you y/n?” He tries to make it come out playful, but it’s obvious his feathers are ruffled.

No way in hell I was letting Eris win this little game, so I turned to Cassian with my lashes lowered, looking at him as I asked innocently, “What, feeling left out Cass? I can fix that.”

He practically spits out his drink, and Nesta holds back laughter at seeing Cassian sputter.

There’s a warning tug on the bond and I grin even wider, careful not to look at him as Cassian quickly came over and whispered to Nesta, “Let’s head out and let these two sort out whatever shit is causing this.” He tells her with a grin and she nods, smirking a little.

“Hey Nesta, you know there’s a reason they call him Cassian-” I say, smacking his ass right before Eris came over and picked me up, winnowing us away.

He slams the door to his room shut, but not before I can hear Nesta’s cackling laughter.

Eris and I stare at each other for a minute before he breaks down into a fit of laughter. “You fucking smacked- you-” He wheezes, and I grin.

“Well, I was running out of ideas and I’d been thinking about that pun for a while.” I explain, blushing a little now that what I had done was sinking in.

He cocks an eyebrow at me as he starts to calm down. “Exactly how much time did you spend thinking about Cassian’s ass?”

I scoff and shove him lightly. “What a dirty mind you have, Eris.” I tease, and his hands land on my hips, pulling me into him.

“The perfect match for your dirty mouth, petal.” He says, nuzzling my neck.

I let out a breathy little laugh, wrapping my arms around his neck and tilting my head to give him better access. “Since when did you call me petal?”

He hums against my skin and my toes curl in my shoes. “Since you left me a flower for me to wake up to.”

I blush, having forgotten that little thing I had done to hopefully ease his worry.

I let out a little snort, and he pulls back to look at me, his head tilting curiously. “What’s funny Petal?”

Shaking my head, I’m quick to explain, “If I’m a flower, I’m no normal one. More likely one made out of metal or flame, quick to cut and burn.”

He sees it for what it is, not something I’m ashamed of, just something that happens to be true, something I could be proud of.

Something sparks in his eyes and he grins, and I can’t help but try and save that image with his hair mussed and a look of pure excitement and joy.

“Turn around.” He insisted and I can’t help but chuckle as I do.

I can sense his magic, and I struggle to stay turned around, patience not being one of my strong suits.

He tapped on my shoulder, and I whirled around excitedly, gasping as I saw what he held in his hands.

It was a flower made of flame, hovering slightly over his hands.

He gestured for me to take it, and I was careful as I reached my hands out, letting it hover above my cupped hands, the warmth radiating off of it comforting.

I hadn’t realized how long I was staring into the beautiful flower until he gently tilted my head up with a single finger, leaning his forehead against mine as he whispered, “My perfect fiery petal.”

I smiled, letting him hold me a while longer, hoping he didn’t notice the spattering of ink that painted the top half of my back, not unlike drops of blood.

A subtle threatening tattoo to mark the bargain I had made with his father.

I couldn’t help but wonder if I’d fallen into some trap, even though everything was fine.

Everything was fine.

It had to be.

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kei-luv · 1 year

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Vance x male reader who is a ride or die who has bailed him out of jail and has out run the police. Just imagine the hijinks and the chaos and I would imagine reader is actually super smiley and funny

.⋆｡⋆☂˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆. 𝗟𝗲𝘁'𝘀 𝗴𝗼, 𝗱𝘂𝗺𝗯𝗮𝘀𝘀!

Note: Alright, alright. I like how you think. Also kinda basing Reader off of Nahoya Kawata from tokyorev. Not so much, but just that he's always putting on a smile in front of others to make him seem innocent. (even tho he's not) Though Reader might get pretty pissy when it comes to Vance getting in trouble cause he always has to bail him out. Kinda ironic of him though since he sometimes be beating people up too. Alright, I've rambled long enough, let's just get on with the story.

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tw: Mentions of blood, Vance beating some kid up, cussing, Vance Hopper in general, the police, Reader has a motorcycle, Reader is kinda cocky? Reader kinda be acting like a parent for some reason, Vance kinda acts like a kicked puppy and just follows Reader around like one, and Reader getting tired of Vance's shit. (lol, no he's not) genre: fluff?/crack? reader: male characters: vance hopper

Word Count: 1,085 Masterlist

[Name] was pissed. He was extremely irate after receiving a phone call from the police informing him that Vance fucking Hopper had once again gotten himself locked up and needed him to bail him out.

"This is the fourth fucking time this week he got himself into trouble again! That fucking dumbass!"

[Name] muttered to himself before slamming the door behind him and furiously making his way to his bike while hurling insults about Vance.

"I swear to God I'm gonna fucking punch him." [Name] said before accelerating toward the police station on his motorcycle with a tight grip on the handlebars.

Stopping in front of the station, [Name] quickly entered, a tight grin on his lips as he immediately took notice of Vance behind bars, who swiftly turned away from him.

"Afternoon Officers. I'm here to bail my friend out, I'm pretty sure you already know who." Speaking softly, [Name] handed the cash to the desk employee, who then gave the other officer the go-ahead to release Vance.

"Mr. [LastName], please make sure he doesn't get himself into any trouble." [Name] snatched at Vance's wrist, nearly breaking it with his firm hold as he nodded and smiled softly.

"Of course, I'll do my best. Have a good rest of the day Officers." The blonde followed [Name] out of the station because he knew he was going to get a long, harsh lecture, but he said nothing as they left.

When they reached the outside, [Name] let go of Vance's wrist and let him follow him to his bike. Once there, Vance sat down behind him and immediately wrapped his arms around his waist, but [Name] didn't say anything more than a huff of annoyance.

"We'll talk when we get to my place."

[Name] spoke softly and began riding his bike toward his home as Vance rested his head on [Name]'s back.

The two quickly dismounted the bike and rode inside his house after they arrived. As [Name] stood in front of him with his arms crossed and his eyes fixed on the blonde, Vance sat down on the couch.

"Just what the hell were you thinking Vance." Vance looked to the ground as [Name] spoke, and he could tell that [Name] was disappointed in him.

"It was that fuckers own fault, he-" "He ruined your score? Or was he talking too loudly in front of you? Which one is it Vance?"

"None of those! He was talking shit about you and it just pissed me off!" Vance yelled, turning to face [Name], who was just silently staring down at him.

Did Vance Hopper actually beat someone up just because they shit-talked about him? Him? Although [Name] was at a loss for words, he was aware that the mere mention of those words caused his heart to flutter.

"Oh. Well, why didn't you just say that from the start!"

Vance gave a small smile as he stared up at [Name] who had a big grin on his face. But he was unaware of [Name]'s advancing hand that was about to hit him in the head.

"Ouch! What the hell was that for!?" "That's for thinking you could actually get away from this lecture!" [Name] hit him again, "That's for getting your ass caught by the cops!" And once more, "And that's for being such a sweetheart! Now you better get your ass off my couch right now and give me a hug before I hit you again."

Vance rubbed his sore head, which was probably going to swell from the hard blows [Name] had delivered. However, Vance got up from the couch and embraced [Name], who gave him the same hug in return.

"Thank you, Vance. But you really didn't have to do that for me." [Name] spoke into Vance's shoulder, but he didn't respond other than to roll his eyes and shake his head slowly.

"And just listen to him shit talk? Yeah, I don't fucking think so." "Yeah, but you could’ve just told me who it was so I could beat him up myself."

Vance laughed at that, pulling away from [Name] as he rolled his eyes and started to laugh as well. "And let you have all the fun? No thanks. And only I'm allowed to shit talk about you."

"Says the guy who got his dumbass caught by the cops." "Shut the fuck up."

The two joked around and laughed at one another all night before collapsing into bed in [Name]'s room because they were both exhausted from the entire police situation.

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Vance was now seen punching someone who had bumped into him, causing him to ruin his score. [Name] was standing next to him, watching as he sipped his soda and also keeping an eye on the woman at the counter, who had apparently gone to the back to get something.

"You ruined my score, you little bitch!" Vance yelled and punched the boy who attempted to stop him, his eye already bruising and blood dribbling from his nose. The woman working the counter noticed this when she returned after having seen the scene, and beginning to call the police.

"Shit, Vance we gotta go."

Vance was removed from the boy, who was by this point already unconscious, by [Name], who grabbed the back of his vest. [Name], who could already hear sirens in the distance, started dragging the blonde out of the Grab N' Go.

"Hurry your ass up before we get caught, dumbass!" Before the police could arrive at the Grab N' Go, [Name] shouted, hopping on his bike as he started it and waiting for Vance to get on before he took off.

The two were heard laughing as [Name] drove to the skate park, thinking it would be the best place to hide because it was the place farthest from the Grab N' Go and the police station.

"Fuck, you sure did a number on that kid." Vance sat next to [Name], who was laughing while lying on one of the park's ramps.

"It was his own fucking fault. If he hadn't ruined my score, his face wouldn’t have looked more ugly as it already did."

[Name] and Vance both laughed as a result of what Vance said. Vance made the decision to lie next to the [h/c]. The two teens were both gazing up at the sky, taking in a pleasant silence that had descended as well as each other's company.

[Name] cherished these kinds of moments and vowed to hold onto them forever.

AN: I don't even know what I just wrote honestly. But for some reason, I keep thinking about writing an IT x The Black Phone kind of fic with a male reader? Idk why, I just keep thinking about it.

#male reader #the black phone x male reader #the black phone #vance hopper #vance hopper x male reader #x male reader #x reader #reader is kinda tired of vance's shit

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"Listen Robinson… you've been working hard, harder then most. I think you've earned yourself a nice long vacation."

"What?! how am I supposed to enjoy a day off when that thing is still haunting the woods?! We don't even know what it is! What if it attacks the locals or hikers?!"

"…a day off isn't a vacation, and are you certain what you think you witnessed was real Ranger Robinson…?"

"What! Of fucking course it was real, it was like a fawn but covered in fancy bells.."

"Robinson…"

"And it was glowing colors! And dragging a Christmas tree!"

"Two weeks."

"Pardon..?"

"Your holiday vacation starts now, I don't want to see you in this office for the next two weeks."

"Wait no! We need to laun-"

"Good night ranger Robinson."

"No No No come on wait, don't hang up just yet! Hello..? FUCK!"

[8 hours prior]

"Robin..is this human ritual truley nesscessary? Al-an sighed softly, testily betting at the many hands poking and prodding at his vessel.

"Nope! But your going to wear them anyway, and trust me it could be worse!" Robin yelled over the festive country rock blasting throughout the cabin.

"…I can assure you it will not happen again.."

"You said that last year, right before you scanned everyone's presents spoiled their surprises and proceeded to tear into yours early!" Robin pointed out nonplussed as the resercher placed another silver bell around the dismayed architect's horns

"Oh so we're not going to talk about what that colourful basterd did to our christmas tree, remind him what he did to it Robin!." Sam scoffed, unapologetically wrapping several more lines adorned with fancy silver bells around the poor precursor's throax.

Al-an hissed petulantly, rearing his head out of the tyrannical older sibling's reach lest she place more on his horns.

"Can you not remind me of that, I woke up thinking I was in a bed of snakes! HEY STOP LAUGHING!" Robin groaned trying not to recall that absolute mess of a past christmas eve.

"I'm sorry I can't, I just can't!" Sam wheezed recalling just how long it took to untangle the lights from the precursor's makeshift nest.

"…I assumed you had appreciated the courting gesture…"

"Al-an you striped the christmas tree and put them all in my bed!"

"And yet if I recall correctly it still worked…very well" Her architect pointed out unapologetically.

The smug purr filling to room had her sister raising an eyebrow at her.

"Robin you sure know how to pick em." Sam snorted trying and failing again to reach to stubborn architect's horns, the jackass never made anything easy for his in-laws!

"He's just being pissy because now he can't raid the presents without waking the whole damn town, not unless actually he wants to test Marguerite's claim on that drunken bullseye, isn't that right mr silver bells?" Robin snorted reaching her hands up towards her architect's face, a silent beckoning her mate was too eager to resist.

Unfortunately while his rediness for affection does secure him a brisk kiss, Sam also took the oppertunity drape the last three loops of silver bells over the precursor's horns.

Much to Al-an's irritation.

"Oh my god! He looks like a fancy reindeer! And actually cute for once!" Dani exlaimed when she walked in to spot the two sister's handiwork, Al-an looked so festive decorated with noisy ornaments, the silently fuming precursor only made the spectacle more entertaining.

Still Robin didn't appreciate her in-law's word choice.

"Excuse you..?" Robin Challenged, arching an eyebrow.

"Errr..I just mean not like a autobot picked up a drunk fawn in a bar.." Dani clarified not that her explaination helped her case.

"You know what I might just let him have his way with your presents.." Robin mused warningly.

"No wait I didn't me-" Dani begins but her rebuttal is quickly drowned out by the now intrigued architect.

"Really?"

"No Al-an, your job is to prance about and jinggle those bells and look pretty." Robin laughed watching her architect flare an irritated red.

"Are you certain we can't tie holly on him..? it would really bring the look home.." Sam pleaded eyeing the box of christmas decorations.

At this point Al-an had reached the peak of his tolerance for their bullying and flash stepped into the safety of the the living room, fleeing to the solace of his couch, the silver bells ringing obnoxiously as he attempted to right his large vessel on on the smaller couch.

He couldn't however stop his attention from drifting towards the colourful lights donning the large false spruce, it intrigued the poor architect in a way he himself did not understand entirely.

The bell covered precursor brooded, how could they blame him for humoring such a vescreal impulse, had he not apologized..?

In his opinion their response to his creative exploration was irrational, they simply did not understand the instinct to indulge in hoarding colourful beacons..

"Hey big guy! eyes off the tree!" Robin warned earning herself an irritated hiss from her testy architect.

He was only admiring it from afar, there was no harm in that, Al-an had no intentions of raiding the tree again..or it's presents at least not while they were awake and in close enough proximity to stop him.

#robin ayou #al an #al an subnautica #Sam a you #ryley robinson #Sbz #Parkranger AU #cryptid au #al an x robin #robin/al an #al an/robin #Earth au #Ryleys ready to throw fists with krampus #Al-an just wants the damn tree #festive #Dress your boyfriend up

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