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harunovella · 3 months

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*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ love language; s.g.

synopsis: when gojo satoru first fell in love with you content: teen gojo era, fem!reader, gojo is head over heels (love at first sight), hopeless!romantic gojo, 1k+ words of gojo just being an absolute fool in love, not beta read (sorry for any errors!) note: I've been wanting to create a sort of anthology series for some of my favs so here's a test run! I rlly wanna do lil drabbles/oneshots that can both be standalone but also can be read as something continuous revolving around Gojo's story with his soulmate... pls lmk if you'd like to see more of gojo and his mochi (aka you!)

Gojo Satoru didn't entirely know what love was; what with being raised by other people who weren't his actual mother and father, how could he? All he ever knew was a life of being the Honored One, since the day he was born. Nothing but a weapon. Living as the strongest and treated like a god... he never knew what real love felt like. He never knew what it was like to give or receive it. At least, not this way.

Geto Suguru and Ieiri Shoko were his best friends, the closest thing to real family. It wasn't like he didn't have any, at least not while growing up, but were they really family when all they ever did was train him and treat him like the eighth wonder of the world? Unlike everyone else, at least Suguru and Shoko treated him like a human. They loved him for who he was, but didn't hesitate to snap him into place when his ego was too inflated. They were there for him, even when expressing whatever demons that he held within him was hard to manage. If it wasn't for them, he wasn't sure exactly how he'd go about his life. Sure, he'd act like everything was fine and dandy, money could buy him happiness as he had plenty of it... and he was pretty much unstoppable, but the idea of living a life without either of them didn't sit well in his stomach.

So, sure, Satoru did now a bit about love, at least the love he felt for his best friends, but nothing like what he felt in this moment. The moment his eyes first fell on you.

He hadn't a clue as to who you were, only seeing you stroll along the grounds of Jujutsu High with your little uniform. The typical jacket, a skirt beneath, knee high socks, loafers... and your hair in a low ponytail that was held together by an overly large ribbon. Cute was the first thing that came to mind, along with the terrifying sound of his racing heart. Who were you? How come he had never seen you before? Maybe it was because he didn't pay attention to any one else besides a handful of people. He'd be lying if he said he was sure the technical college held more than five students.

In the midst of sipping away at his little box of strawberry milk, walking alongside Suguru and Shoko, Satoru's eyes had aimlessly wandered along his environment as his two best friends had been discussing evening plans. It wasn't like him to care about what was going on around him, so it was quite the miracle that his eyes were looking anywhere but ahead of him... but, maybe this was destiny.

It felt like the world was suddenly moving slowly around him, rather dramatically like a movie. His lips parted as the tiny straw fell out of it, hidden gaze behind his circular frames becoming exposed as the glasses slid down the bridge of his nose. You looked so graceful, the afternoon sun beaming down on you, your smile as bright as his eyes... he had to have been in love. This had to have been love. What else could it have been? Why else was his heart fluttering so quickly? Why else was he caught in a daze by your beauty? No one else, not a single soul, ever caught his attention this way so you must've been his soulmate.

There was something about you, from your gorgeous hair, to the cute bow, down to the uniform and the way it suited your form to the way you... wait, were you laughing with... Nanami Kento? Gojo's heart stopped as his grip on the milk grew tight, causing the contents to squeeze right out and squirt all over his face.

The sound of laughter caught his attention as he quickly looked at his two best friends, embarrassment filling his face as he looked back at you to see you now looking in his direction. Quickly wiping his face and turning away to scold his best friends, Gojo tossed the now empty carton at Geto. "Shut up!"

"What the hell did you do?" Suguru shook his head, wiping his tears as his shoulders shook with every laugh that rumbled throughout his torso. "Losing your cool over a girl, huh?"

"I said shut up!" Satoru snapped, cheeks burning with heat, embarrassed that he was that obvious.

"Must've struck something in him for him to spill milk all over his face like the doofus he is," Shoko snickered as Suguru went for a high five.

Swatting their hands and glaring at the two, Gojo hissed, "nothing happened, I squeezed too hard."

"Right," the two said in sync before eyeing one another, smirking and stifling a laugh.

Shoving past them as he kept walking ahead, grumbling to himself, Gojo couldn't help but peak over in your direction. You had already turned your attention back to the two on either side of you—Nanami along with Yu Haibara. Since when did they have a friend that was a girl? And when did you appear? He should've known seeing as both were his junior and both trained quite close to Suguru and himself. So you must've been new... He supposed he'd find more out about you, knowing he'd find a way to get under Nanami's skin and get anything out of him. He must've known a lot about you...

Gojo smirked to himself. He'd get his way.

"No," Nanami spoke as he crossed his arms. The confidence in Gojo's face instantly fading away. He didn't even hesitate, cancelling his plans with his best friends to bribe Kento into giving him some information. He swore taking his junior to his favorite bakery would help him out, but, no! Kento, being the wise boy he was, took advantage of Satoru paying for food in a false exchange for information. "I'm not going to be your middle man."

"Why not?!" Gojo whined, throwing himself back in his seat dramatically. "Just one thing! Something! Anything! She's the love of my life!"

Narrowing his eyes as he sipped away at his water, Nanami settled the glass down before crossing his arms once again. "Love of your life? You don't even know her name—"

"Because you won't tell me!" Gojo cried, throwing his head back and stomping his foot as if he was about to throw a tantrum. "Please, please! I beg of you, tell me something about her! Besides her name, what's her favorite color? Maybe her favorite food? Or... or what's her favorite date spot!"

"Satoru, I am not about to ask her what her favorite date spot is," Nanami deadpanned. "I'll give you her name and that's all. Everything else is on you. I'm not going to play matchmaker, let alone, set you up with someone so far out of your league."

Gasping in offense, Gojo clutched his chest. "Out of my league? Sure, she's a pure angel, a real heavenly being, but I like to think I am, too!"

"Egotistical..." Kento mumbled as Gojo frowned. "I'm only telling you one thing to get you off my back. You can't ask me anything ever again in order to get close to her. That's on you."

Pressing his hands together and interlocking his fingers, Gojo gave his best puppy eyes as he jutted out his bottom lip. "Please, I promise to leave you be after!"

"You better," the blond man grumbled before giving his senior your name. "She likes to sit under the cherry blossoms on the eastern side of the campus. If you want to find her and talk to her, she's usually there on her down time." At that, Nanami stood up and tucked his seat back into the table. Just as he was about to leave, he stopped in his tracks, turning to face the white haired young man. "All I ask of you is to be... gentle. She's a nice girl. I don't need you breaking her heart."

Sitting up with confidence as a wide grin took over his face, Satoru nodded with his thumbs up. "Believe me, I wont! I know this is love!" Seeing Nanami roll his eyes before leaving, Gojo happily sighed before looking out the window. Leaning his chin in the palm of his hand, he eyed the cherry blossom that had petals delicately swaying in the wind. "She's my soulmate, I know we are destined to be."

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monkiesimp · 1 year

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Anything hmm... how about this? Headcanons about Wukong and Macaque with a fem!S/O that got isekai'd from the Pokémon world! How would they react to a regular human mortal commanding powerful beasts who treats them like they were her family.

As for what Pokémon she has, I'll leave that up to you. Whatever sparks your imagination!

Bonus points if she acts like a mother-figure to MK while also making him picnic lunches for when he goes training.

Hope this will be fun for you to write! Thank you! 😊

Yup. This one's long so bear with me lol. I hope I did it right like you wanted

Wukong;

- Where. Were. You?

- All you remember was falling asleep with your Eevee next to you and then you're... Here?

- Luckily, your Eevee was still with you so you were not all that lonely.

- You wandered around this strange mountain, trying to figure out where you are and why your arms looked like a block and why THERE WERE NO WILD POKEMONS???

- And you ended up panicking when you realized you were trapped. How great.

- Luckily, you end up being found by Wukong who just happened to run into you

- He immediately got on defense mode because why would there be a stranger in his mountain unless they were looking for a fight?

- It did take a bit but he realized that you weren't a threat

- You explained your situation to him and the Monkey King listened closely, despite the far fetched story he seemed to believe your words.

- After the explanation he agreed to help you out and try to find your way back home

- He was honestly completely clueless as to what to do, so he just brought you somewhere else to chill and talk while you two think of a plan.

- When he first met you, he just wanted you off his mountain. But when talking with you and learning more about your world and you, he seemed to take a great appeal on you.

- Especially when you'd crack a joke, it made him laugh so hard

- You were also fascinated by how this world worked and that there are no Pokemons but instead demons.

- Talking with you never made Wukong this happy and it never made him laugh so hard, last time he laughed this good was when he was friends with Macaque and well... That was a long time ago.

- Before you knew it, it was already late and you two just wasted your time talking instead of figuring out a plan.

- Your Eevee was already asleep beside Wukong on his cloud and snuggled close to him, Wukong didn't seem to mind at all.

- Well, since you had nowhere to go now Wukong allowed you to stay at his place until you figured something out.

- Days and days passed, tho you enjoyed Wukong's company you eventually got bored sitting around and doing nothing, Wukong could tell by the way you seemed less and less cheerful each day

- You two still haven't figured out anything, because you didn't know how you got here in the first place. The best you could hope for was to go to sleep and wake up back in your realm.

- Wukong was a bit saddened that you were still worried about going home, he thought you liked it here and maybe would even consider staying with him ... But he should've guessed you probably have your own family and friends back home, you don't need him...

- To make it up to you, Wukong took you away to show you some places he knew of, he'd show you the Megapolis city too but you two never really went there because someone could recognize Wukong.

- Where you did stop though, was at a beautiful forest full of sunflowers.

- Seeing you so amazed by everything made Wukong happy, you looked so excited he couldn't help but be amused and tease you about it.

- Then, you don't know what happened, but as you two were talking you accidentally tripped and Wukong caught you

- Instead of letting you go and back away, he kept you in his arms

- The next thing you know, you two were reaching closer and closer to each other's face, looking at each other's eyes, then lips and eyes again...

- Just inches away from kissing, something made a crashing sound causing you two to get startled and snap out of the situation you were in

- You realized your Eevee was caught up in vines, and stuck, so you went to help him immediately, but also you were completely red by the whole situation.

- Wukong was red as well, he can't believe what he almost did. He just met you a few days ago, for god's sake!

- But his tail wagged happily when he looked back at that moment you two had just a second ago.

- Well, after that, as usual you hang out quite often.

- Wukong always cuddled you whenever he could, even if you met a few days ago he was quick to get affectionate with you and you didn't mind.

- But your Eevee was a bit jealous when Wukong wanted to cuddle with you instead of him.

- Your Eevee LOVED and adored Wukong, it's almost like Eevee loved him more than you 😭

- Then you met Mk.

- You two immediately bonded very well and Mk invited you to visit Megapolis with him so you don't get lost.

- Wukong allowed you to go but you could see he was a bit sad by it, so to make him feel better you kissed him on the cheek which did in fact, make him instantly happy, his tail wagging rapidly with a huge grin on his face.

- Going to the city with Mk was pretty nice, and you were very grateful for him for showing you around, you also met his friends! They're very nice and kind as well.

- Whenever Mk visited Flower Fruit Mountain, you'd always bake a peach cake or peach something (cause there were only peaches in this mountain) for both Wukong and Mk to feast on when they finished training.

- Wukong would eat way too much of those, he loved your cooking- especially if it included peaches in it

- When Wukong left you all alone on the Flower Fruit Mountain, he said he'd by away for a few days- and more importantly, away from Mk too, you weren't happy but respected his choice but didn't argue.

- After you found out about everything and where Wukong really was? Oh, boy, you were FURIOUS that he left Mk like that with such a stupid reason and you two had a serious talk.

- At least everything was alright after that.

- Then finally, after about two months figured out a way to go back to your home!

- Wukong was happy for you but he also felt deep loneliness and hurt in his heart, he didn't want you to leave.

- After thinking you left, he just went back to the Flower Fruit Mountain. The monkeys around noticed the sudden change in their King's mood and knew what happened.

- Wukong just sat on the tree in silence, he felt his heart empty as it usually was before he met you. He knew it would hurt yet he opened himself to you.

- After a few minutes, Wukong was surprised to hear you calling out his name and he immediately jumped down from the tree.

- "What happened? Did something go wrong?" Wukong was immediately confused and concerned as to why you were still here, Eevee was on your shoulder too.

- After you explained to him you wanted to stay with him, he was SO FREAKING HAPPY

- He hugged you so tightly and spun you around, which caused you to let out a laugh, you weren't expecting that

- And what you weren't expecting more was for Wukong to kiss you on your lips once he put you down on your feet, he still held you close to him.

- That night was beautiful and probably a moment that will forever stay in your memory and make you smile when you look back at it.

Macaque;

- Umbreon? I know, I'm very uncreative.

- When you found yourself in a different world, you immediately began to explore with your Umbreon close by you.

- You could only guess you somehow ended up in a different realm, but you weren't sure exactly how that happened.

- A lot of people around looked at you and your pokemon weirdly as you passed. You ignored their looks of course.

- Honestly you'd probably be wandering around for a few days until you met Macaque.

- It was by accident, you accidentally bumped into him once and when he saw you again a few days later, he did get a bit curious.

- Especially that weird looking creature with you, he could probably take it away from you and figure out how that thing works.

- So, first thing he did was meet you.

- You didn't trust him at first but after a few hours you explained that you weren't from this world.

- Macaque thought you were joking but when you explained everything to him he was a bit shocked and silent.

- He agreed to let you stay with him since he saw you had nowhere to go.

- Mostly he wasn't at the dojo, he'd be somewhere wandering around and hiding in the shadows.

- You didn't mind, you and Umbreon were still trying to figure out a plan of how to return home.

- When Macaque one night arrived injured, you were completely shocked and slightly concerned.

- Macaque thought you'd be sleeping right now so that's why he returned at night, but unfortunately he was wrong.

- He tried to tell he was okay and refused to let you bandage him up, but you weren't letting the topic go so he snapped at you.

- What he wasn't expecting was for you to snap back at him and pull him to the bathroom by his scarf.

- He couldn't do anything but let you bandage him up, he wasn't expecting for you to shout back at him and honestly he was a little impressed.

- But what he didn't understand more is why you were helping him with his injuries.

- When he asked you why, you replied "You let me stay here, and I want to return the favor. Even if it's something small like helping you with your injuries I'll do it. Plus, you shouldn't leave yourself to bleed like that, if you need me to help I will."

- And oh, god, the soft look you gave him caused him to have butterflies in his stomach and his mouth immediately closed before he could respond, his cheeks warm.

- That was the night he caught feelings for you, only he didn't realize it yet.

- Honestly, he was planning to bandage himself without you knowing or looking, but after that incident, every time he got in a fight and was injured he would let you bandage him.

- Of course, he knew how to treat his own wounds, that was just a excuse so he could be closer to you.

- And you definitely knew it but kept quiet about it.

- Macaque was originally going to steal your pet away from you but after spending some time with you and the way you'd do small gestures, whenever that be placing your hand on his shoulder he couldn't bring himself to do it.

- Your pet was weak anyway to be honest, and useless to him.

- So yes, he actually decided to help you and he'd stay with you up at night to figure out a plan with you.

- But due to that, he wasn't sleeping and you noticed by the way he seemed more sluggish than usual when you weren't looking and by the dark circles under his eyes.

- You'd usher him to bed despite his protests, and watch over him until he fell asleep.

- When he fell asleep, you started to read a book with Umbreon on your lap who was also taking a nap, but then you heard a whine.

- You looked down, it wasn't Umbreon, he was snoring quietly.

- But when you looked at Macaque, you realized his body was tense and his eyebrows were furrowed as he grunted, you could tell he was having a nightmare.

- You put Umbreon away and let him sleep on the chair while you hesitantly walked over to Macaque, you didn't want to wake him up since he just fell asleep after 30 minutes or so.

- Instead, you placed your hand on top of his in hopes it would soothe him.

- What you weren't expecting was for Macaque to grab your wrist and pull you harshy towards him until you were laying on top of him while he was hugging you.

- You were completely stunned, but he seemed to finally have calmed down and had a much more relaxing look on his face so it was worth it.

- After a few unsuccessful attempts of trying to escape his grip, you gave up and eventually fell asleep too.

- Oh boy, when macaque woke up he was blushing like crazy when he saw that he was holding you in his arms

- After that none of you address what happened and pretend like you never cuddled in the first place.

- You two spend a lot of nights together, Macaque would be close by your side and rest his head on your shoulder while you two looked through books to find something useful.

- Simple acts like that would end up being much more as days come and go, he'd be very hesitant but he'd wrap his tail around you too, and you'd rest your head on top of his. He did fall asleep like that once.

- He was so desperately touch starved but also didn't want to make the first move to hug you so you'd do it for him.

- After about a few months, you end up finding a way home and Macaque is really happy for you! Or so you thought, he's a good actor and he only pretended to be happy for your sake.

- You couldn't help but feel sad though, right as you were about to leave you hesitated and realized you wanted to stay here.

- Umbreon agreed to be with you too, he was taking a liking in Macaque as well.

- When you arrived back at the dojo, you immediately hugged Macaque leaving him stunned.

- You explained the situation and that you wanted to stay with him.

- Macaque was happy by it, though a sly grin was on his face, he truly was happy on the inside.

- What you weren't expecting was for Macaque to kiss you.

- You kissed him back of course, but the kiss grew heated and the next thing you know your back is pressed against the wall with your hands and legs wrapped around him while you two make out.

- Needless to say, you had a pretty... Memorable night you'd never forget.

S o b

I don't think I'm doing this right, it's like I'm writing a scenario, not a headcanon 😭

It's 2.4k words long 💀

#macaque x reader #sun wukong x reader #lmk macaque x reader #monkie kid x reader #monkie kid #lmk x reader #wukong x reader

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makoodles · 10 months

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neteyam's reader understands me like no other just like the sex education reader being open about how na'vi are hot and we deserve to be railed by one !!

anyway love parallel of father and son being like. Please Just Ask Me I've Been Yearning hahah. no rest for that family just every generation dealing with a small human trying to sleep with other na'vi while they suffer in the background

LITERALLY ahahahahha

okay you know what i'm gonna post my snippet of the neteyam fic here

sneak peek!!

As you tend to the scratch on his shoulder, Neteyam’s head rolls back. In a move that’s almost imperceptible, his nostrils flare and he scents the air. You assume it’s the fairly astringent scent of the herbal paste you’ve just pulled out that’s bothering him, and you raise an eyebrow at him.

“Problem?”

His lips quirk, though he manages to keep his expression neutral. “No. I am simply enjoying being under your tender care.”

You narrow your eyes at him. He’s mocking you now.

The fact that he had walked in on Txetyo’s hand up your top as he groped at your tits feels like a heavy unspoken weight in between you as you dab at his minor wound. You keep waiting for him to bring it up, to laugh at you for it, but he remains stubbornly quiet as you work, his golden eyes watching you in quiet contemplation.

In fact, he’s never brought up any of the times he’s interrupted you in rather compromising positions. He’s caught you in varying levels of undress, with Na’vi men over you, under you, holding you, touching you, kissing you, but somehow just before anything good actually happened. Every time the men had scrambled away from you as though you were something diseased, mortified at being caught with a tawtute by their future Olo’eyktan, a man that (for some reason you can’t comprehend) they seem to have an awful lot of respect for.

In the beginning, you were inclined to come up with excuses for him; he was the Olo’eyktan’s son, and was inevitably going to keep track of his peers and where they disappeared off to when they had duties that they should be attending to. But now, you think he’s doing it to spite you specifically. It might be a bit of a self-centred thing to believe, but you’re almost certain of it.

You shift on your knees beside him, raising yourself up a little to ensure that you’ve covered all parts of his scrape. You don’t want him returning tomorrow to complain that you didn’t do a good job.

You have to bite back another sigh as you do so, your thighs rubbing together in a way that sends a sharp jolt up your spine. You’re horny and needy and so, so, so resentful of the fact that you’re now treating the same man that’s the direct cause of your state right now.

Neteyam’s attitude wasn’t the only thing that changed in his time with the Metkayina, however. You have to keep your eyes fixed carefully on his bruising shoulder, because if you didn’t you know that your gaze would wander, and that’s a dangerous game to be playing in the presence of someone as perceptive as Neteyam.

But it’s difficult not to look. Time and ocean air has been kind to him; he’s grown as tall as his father, and whatever sort of training or work he had been doing with the Metkayina has resulted in broader shoulders and a more sturdy build than is typical of the Omaticaya. It’s galling to admit, and makes you feel as though you’ve eaten something sour and unpleasant, but Neteyam is hot as hell.

He might be aggravating and smug and too cocky, but no one in their right mind could deny that he’s attractive. Not even you. Especially you, if you’re being honest with yourself, considering your penchant for enormous blue alien men that could snap you in two with a pinkie if they felt so inclined.

God, you really have to think about something else. You’re so wet that your panties are starting to get uncomfortable, so you focus determinedly on the resentment that’s still simmering over the fact that Neteyam had interrupted what was promising to be a very productive encounter with Txetyo.

Neteyam shuffles a little where he’s sitting in front of you, and your eyes track the way his muscles bunch and shift under his vibrant blue skin. Damn, but seeing Na’vi musculature up close never gets old, even if it’s Neteyam.

You’re almost finished with dabbing paste on the tiny scrape (and you hate to admit that it had taken you longer than it should have due to your distraction), when Neteyam half-turns his head towards you.

“My back is sore, also.” He murmurs, though his eyes remain downcast.

You pause, staring at him. “Okay. And?”

There’s a moment where the two of you just look expectantly at each other. When nothing comes of that, Neteyam speaks again.

“You are playing healer today, are you not?” He asks, and his left ear twitches oddly. “Or is your attention all reserved for Txetyo, hm?”

Your cheeks heat in humiliation and your jaw clenches. You knew he wouldn’t be able to help himself from making some sort of stupid comment.

“Lay down.” You snap, prickly and embarrassed.

“Yes ma’am.” Neteyam purrs, probably all satisfied that he’s gotten under your skin. He reclines, all of those lithe muscles flexing and bunching as he rolls over onto his stomach.

You grab another pot of ointment, and then take a moment to steady yourself.

You know that he’s winding you up on purpose, just like always, but you can never figure out why. He doesn’t treat you like any of the other men in the village do – they might enjoy fucking you, but they’re rarely caught dead in public with you, worried about what it might mean for their own reputations.

Neteyam is bolder, more confident; though the burden of responsibility that he carries is unmistakable, he never seems to get caught up with the petty whispering and musings of the village people. It’s just unfortunate that he seems so set on bothering you.

Your mouth goes dry as your eyes drop mindlessly over the expanse of his long, pretty back. His skin is stretched tight over lithe muscle, little luminescent white freckles glinting like little stars. He looks so smooth, though the flawlessness of his body is marred by thick pale scars that litter his skin, courtesy of the near legendary battle with the RDA that you hear happened off the coast of Awa’atlu.

You glance down, flustered. Fuck. It would be so much easier to hate him if he wasn’t physically perfect.

“Problem?” Neteyam’s voice is a little lower in register than it was before, perhaps because he’s lying on his stomach with his head pillowed under his crossed arms.

You twitch. Shit. You had gotten distracted, and had lost yourself staring at him.

“No. Shut up.” You blurt reflexively, dipping your fingers into the oily ointment used for easing sore muscles.

Neteyam huffs quietly, a sound that could be a grunt or a laugh, but doesn’t bother responding. It makes you feel as though you’ve lost a game you didn’t know you were playing.

#sneak peak #neteyam fic #neteyam #asks

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adrianasunderworld · 2 years

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Papa Crewel au where Crewel actually raised Yuu. They get get spirited away to Twisted Wonderland when they're very young, maybe about 4 or 5. Crewel finds this small child wandering the around the streets of the Isle of Sages. Lost, confused, and scared, he doesn't know what else to do besides take them in. He tried contacting the authorities, but there was no missing children matching their name and description. Yuu also very quickly got attached and did not want to leave him even if he tried to hand them over. So now we have a young twenty something Crewel, only just starting his teaching career, trying to raise a kid on his own.

That first year was particularly hard. He was far from any friends and family that could help watch them while he worked. Yuu was having such a difficult time adjusting that putting them into some sort of Kindergarten or Daycare program was simply not in the cards. Even if driving down the mountain into town back and forth everyday wasn’t also a big issue. So that first year in Twisted Wonderland, Yuu was essentially raised by the staff. They lived with Crewel in the staffs quarters. Everyone would take turns watching Yuu. From Crowley having them sit in their office and color. To Trein helping them practice their ABCs and counting. When non of them were available, there would be ghost watching them. Like the cooking staff letting them hang out in the cafeteria and showing them how to make snacks. One day they managed to sneak past everyone and wander into the abandoned building on campus, only to walk out having befriended that haunted it.

The students had taken to treating Yuu like a mini mascot of sorts. There was always at least one or two friendly boys that saw their baby siblings in Yuu and offered to play or babysit with them. Someone once even had the bright idea once to make a raven costume and have Yuu wear it to cheer for them at the spell drive tournament.

After that first year, Crewel managed to get everything in order. They had put Yuu into an actual school now that they had adjusted. His mother would take care of them during the school year. But even so, Yuu was still a clingy child and liked to visit often and see their “uncles” at NRC. For the next eleven years, life went on. Never once did Yuu show a sign of magic. Until they turned sixteen. Most kids their age were either going into regular highschool or being shipped off to some arcane academy. Yuu was fully prepared to be the former until the carriage came for them. Surely there must have been a mistake. But the Dark Mirror doesn’t make mistakes...

Crewel had already left for NRC, so he wasn’t there. But his mother, Lilith, encouraged Yuu to at least try. Magic can be a strange thing, perhaps this was happening for a reason. Full of hope and not wanting to let the the opportunity slip by, they go anyway. They were the very last to go up there in the ceremony. Crewel, who was off to the side to hear the hooded student when the mirror asked for their name. “Yuu Crewel.”

What!? Why was Yuu here? He thought.

As they stood in front of the mirror to hear their fate, it uttered the words that shattered them inside.

“The nature of your soul is...unclear to me. No dorm is appropriate.”

#twisted wonderland #papa crewel #twst crewel #divus crewel #professor crewel

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vaya-writes · 8 months

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Serving the Serpent - 7

Briar owes Lord Isen her life. She works off her debt by serving in his castle. Dealing with the rapidly changing circumstances of her life, she’s not used to anyone paying her much attention. It’s hard when Isen seems set on interacting with her.

Cis female human with selective mutism x male naga (slow burn, co-workers to lovers, power imbalances, eventual smut). 2700 words. Content warnings for this chapter include allusions to Briar's cult-like upbringing, it's implied that Isen did not have a great childhood, and some unwanted romantic advances (though not taken far). Divider from firefly-graphics

Briar is still adjusting to her new position. Cue some world building, and some backstory tidbits from Isen regarding his family.

Previous - Masterlist

Briar’s stress starts to pick up the first time Isen uses the speaking tube. She hadn’t slept late. Not really. But Isen had to be up early for a meeting, and had woken before Briar in a rare instance.

There’d been a shrill whistle from the tube beside her bed, and Briar had been awake immediately, heart pounding, panicking as she tried to kick her legs free of the blankets. It had taken her several moments to place herself, to identify the source of the noise, and to calm her breathing before opening the valve of the speaking tube and tapping on the metal mouthpiece, nails clacking to signify she was ready for Isen’s message.

Things grow hectic from there. With Winter's arrival, Isen is busier, attending meetings with the locals at least twice a week. Much of Isen’s time is spent with Dinah Vulsinger, his financier, finalising the budget for the upcoming year. The rest is spent with Arol, Isen’s right hand. The lizard is from the area, and has a large part in organising last minute supplies for the winter, and preparing for the thaw.

Briar dutifully follows Isen in this time, keeping her ears open, learning as much as she can about how he governs the Lowlands.

She learns to write with ease. It’s still slow going, and her vocabulary is miniscule compared to those around her. But gradually she learns new words and their spellings. Numbers come less easily to her, but Lockwood has her practicing different sums each day.

Isen makes Briar read the documents Dinah sends him. He makes her read everything, for that matter, until the words swim before her eyes, and she no longer parses meaning from the papers. Sure, reading budgets and stock counts help her understand applied mathematics. But there’s only so much she can absorb each day.

She comes to relish her work as a cleaner and servant. It’s a chance to let her mind wander. To work without being in a state of intense concentration. But the tasks dwindle as she becomes more efficient. With the floors cleaned each day, it hardly takes her half an hour to do them. She could probably change Isen’s linens with her eyes closed. It leaves her with far too much time on her hands – time that Isen easily monopolises.

Because when she’s not cleaning, or reading, or following him around from meeting to meeting, duty to duty, he’s speaking to her. Chattering about his work, even if half the information goes over her head. Asking how to sign certain things. Gently prodding now and then, about Briar herself. About New Haven. About her aunt. About her life before.

She’s grateful he doesn’t ask certain questions. Not what happened to her parents. Nor why she is mute. Or how she ended up a sacrifice to the beastly creature of Eastern Highwood. She’s not sure if she’s ready to share those aspects of herself. It’s hard enough talking about herself. She’d been taught from a young age: she was to be seen and not heard. Speaking only when spoken to. Her worth was less than those around her.

Isen must have been raised differently, she thinks. Despite being a Lord. Despite owning land. Something must have happened to make him different. Why else would he treat all his servants with kindness and smiles? Greet the peasants among them with familiarity, and good humour? Why else would he keep asking her opinion? Touching her hand as he passed? Bumping shoulders when she forgets her guard?

It confuses her. Flusters her. Unsettles her. But she grows... not quite used to it. But to expect it. The casualness, and the disregard for etiquette. His freedom with touch, and his continuous quips. She’s not sure she’ll ever be completely okay with them, but it gets easier to mask her surprise. Easier to relax her shoulders, and not freeze up completely if he lingers in her personal space a moment too long. He’s proven himself safe to be around. Backing off when she ices him out, or apologising if he notices her discomfort.

“You look tired,” he comments over one dinner.

She straightens, suddenly aware of her slouch. Then shrugs. ‘I’m fine.’

A smile flickers at his mouth, before he covers it with his hand. “You’re allowed to be tired, you know.”

Is she? She’d woken up to the speaking tube again, letting her know that Isen would be taking his breakfast elsewhere. Hastily she’d dressed and stepped into Isen’s chambers to ask if he wished she accompany him, but he’d waved her off.

It takes a mental toll, being switched on all the time. Being on standby, even when Isen doesn’t have her working. She’s loath to disappoint, or to keep Isen waiting. He doesn’t interrupt her during her down time often, but when he does, she can’t help but scramble into action, an unwelcome anxiety growing in her, that if she makes him wait too long, he’ll be unhappy. He’ll punish her.

“Are you following the new lessons Lockwood gave you?”

She stills her features, masking her displeasure. She’d started learning multiplication and division. It’s a lot to get her head around, but she is picking it up. ‘They’re not easy, but I can do them.’

Isen lets the smile show this time. “They’ll get easier with practice.”

There’s a beat of silence while they both eat. Isen breaks it again. “And the meetings. We haven’t been debriefing as frequently. Did you have any questions?”

Endless questions. She lets her next frown show. ‘Yes, but...’ she struggles with her phrasing, ‘...I don’t know where to start.’ She also hadn’t wanted to bother Isen. She knows he’s open to teaching her, answering her questions. He does so with patience every time. But she also only asks the most pertinent of questions, not wanting to take hours just to fill in the gaps of her knowledge.

That and there are questions she literally can't ask. She doesn’t know the signs, or the spelling for several of the concepts that are mentioned in front of her. It’s frustrating.

“Start at the beginning?”

It’s not very helpful advice. Still. She leans back to consider a topic. Decides on something of current relevance.

‘What happens during the thaw?’ (Thaw. Melt. Ice change to water.)

“Oh, the thaw. Well, it floods, of course. You probably haven’t seen the worst of it in Highwood, but depending on the length of the winter, some of the usual settlements become uninhabitable. It doesn't last long, but it can be quite destructive.”

Briar frowns. ‘Why build there?’

Isen shrugs. “Where else? The woods are narrow, populated with humans and beasts. You can live in the marsh if you build on stilts. The only things we can farm in this area practically grow in the water. And there are no main roads, so all imports have to come by river.”

Briar almost doesn’t ask her next question. ‘Is it worth it?’

Isen raises his brows. “What? Living here?”

‘Ruling here.’ (Ruling. Owning. Working.)

Isen smiles at that, the expression unusually contrite. “It’s... not a glamourous area, no. But my father bestowed stewardship to me. And people would live here regardless of rule. So, I take it upon myself to do a good job.”

It’s strange having such a casual conversation with Isen. Learning details about him that don’t come up when he’s on the clock.

‘Who is your father?’

Isen’s expression hardens, if minutely. Still, Briar braces at the change in his exterior. “My father. Lucien Kovit. One of the Collective. He rules over nearly half of the Isles, if you include my and my sister’s territories.”

Briar blinks. She’d had no idea that Isen had come from such an influential family.

He winces at her expression. “Don’t. It doesn’t change anything. My father is an arrogant, controlling, unkind male, and I’d rather not be grouped in with him.”

Still, curiosity eats at her. Her family situation was vastly different from many of the ones she saw growing up; she can’t help but wonder at how Isen was raised.

‘What about your mother?’

Isen relaxes, but not by much. “One of father’s many wives. Their partnership was less political, and more about offspring. A boa and a sea serpent were considered an unstable match, but father wanted a clutch of venomous children. Regardless, I barely knew the female. We were all my father’s creatures.”

Something about his phrasing makes Briar reexamine Isen. Sympathy creeps through her. Enough so that part of her is tempted to share her own fraught history. A part she staunchly ignores, in favour of more interesting information.

She hopes it’s a lighter topic. ‘And are you?’

“Am I...?”

‘Venomous?’ She has to mime the meaning, pointing at her teeth when no synonyms come to mind.

“Oh, no. Well, I’ve no venom I can use in combat anyway.”

There’s a grey tinge to Isen’s cheeks. Is he... blushing?

A growing part of her is dying to know what he means, politeness be damned. ‘Not in combat?’ (Combat. Fight.)

“No,” he says, more firmly. “My sister Zyla, and my brother Starlen inherited deadlier venoms. Zyla possesses an uncommon neurotoxic venom which paralyses her opponents, whereas Starlen has a more traditional hemotoxin.”

Briar has no idea what several of those words mean, but she knows a deflection when she hears one. Clearly Isen doesn’t want to talk about his own abilities.

She respects the move, begrudgingly, and shrugs. ‘You have siblings?’ (Brother. Sister. Both. Siblings.)

He grimaces. “Too many half siblings to count. Literally scores of them. But of my clutch there are three. Zyla, Starlen, and Kylet.”

‘What are they like?’

Isen finishes his food and slouches over his desk. “Zyla is the golden child. She has a whole island under her stewardship. Starlen... has a posting in the Isle military. Kylet is a bit of an entrepreneur. A bad one. Regardless, father still funds their businesses. Encourages them when they fail.” Isen frowns. “That one could get away with murder if they tried.”

Briar tries reading between the lines. She’s not sure why but it seems like, ‘you’re not favoured?’

Isen’s nose crinkles. “Not in the least. Father doesn’t like my style of business.”

‘Why?’

Isen shrugs. “I’m not trying to conquer the neighbours. Or build a monopoly. My name won’t be in history books or written on statues and plaques. He’s obsessed with legacy. Always on my case about making a name for myself. Or how I run the place.” He rolls his eyes. “Just thinking about it irritates me. Can we talk about something else?”

Brian offers Isen a rare smile. It’s small, and strained, and her next signs are hesitant, but she offers as much solidarity as she can. ‘I wasn’t favoured either.’

Isen’s next smile matches her own. It’s more of a grimace. “Based on how we met, I’d gathered.” He doesn’t meet her eyes when he next speaks, staring instead at one of the reports on his desk. She gets the feeling that he’s paying close attention, however. “Did you want to talk about it?”

She lets out a noise of displeasure.

Isen looks back to her, surprised at the vocalisation.

‘No thank you.’

He gives a begrudging smile. “If you ever change your mind, I’ll listen.”

She shrugs, and stands, ready to tidy up. She’s collecting dishes and clearing the desk when she notices Isen’s stare. He looks contemplative, biting his lip absent mindedly.

It’s an effort not to fidget under his gaze, and she wonders if he even realises he’s staring. Until he breaks the silence.

“I’ve a trip planned later this week. It’s not far, just touring the villages in the Lowlands. Would you like to come with me?”

Briar blinks. It’s hard to parse an expected reaction when Isen’s face is carefully composed into neutrality. She evades the question, asking instead, ‘Should I come?’

Her boss shrugs. “It would be a good opportunity to see the Lowlands. Learn about the villages. See me at work.”

She imagines he might let her stay behind if she truly wished. But he makes a fair point. Apprehension still fills her. ‘I’ve never travelled before.’

He breaks into a gentle smile. “It’s a longer trip from Highwood to here than it is to the villages.”

She contains a wince. Keeps the sentiment to herself – that she doesn’t remember much of that trip to Riversreach. That she’d been drugged into insensibility and numb with terror.

But he waits patiently for her answer. Perhaps he’d be amenable towards a few questions...

‘How long?’

He relaxes fractionally at her interest. “A day at the shortest. It’s usually an overnight trip.

‘Why?’

“Why is it an overnight trip?”

‘Why do you go?’

His eyes unfocus as he considers. “This trip is to inspect preparations for winter and the thaw. Arol could do it for me, but I try to visit the locals once each season. Remind them I exist.”

‘They would otherwise forget?’ (Else. If you did not.)

Isen smiles, though not at her. “It’s easier to build trust and connections with a person when you know their face, don’t you think? When you can speak with them from time to time. I could delegate the work, but I like to hear the local problems for myself on occasion, too. It certainly makes them more tangible than if I just read about it.”

She’s surprised at his reasoning. The Pilgrims had taught her that authority (except from their own leaders, or course) was always out of touch. That they did not care for the peasants or their problems. She’d wondered why he’d been so busy with meetings lately. The stream of locals visiting twice weekly had perplexed her.

“So, will you join me?”

She’s still apprehensive. But now she can’t help but feel curious. And that curiosity outweighs the fear. Barely.

She gives Isen a measured nod.

He smiles. “I’ll let Arol know. He'll sort our transport and accommodation. Do let Lockwood know that you’ll be absent from your lessons, yes?”

Briar finishes her tidying. Typically, she’d rejoin Isen at the table, reading over his reports, but tonight he waves her off.

“You’ve done enough today, Legs. Unless you want to keep working.”

She conceals a grimace at the nickname. Then shrugs. ‘What else would I do?’

Isen stills, before frowning at Briar. “I don’t know if anyone has told you this, but you are welcome to leave Riversreach on your days off. Or visit your old quarters to socialise during the evenings. There are shops in the villages too. You might see something you’d like to purchase.”

She had not been told. She hadn’t even been aware that she had days off. Perhaps Lockwood had informed her, on that first day here. But she’d been too sick with anxiety, too grief stricken over the loss of her home to take in any of the details. She hadn’t even left the castle in her weeks here, nor spent any of her wages. It’s little wonder she has no source of leisure.

She doesn’t let any of that show on her face, though. Instead, she gives Isen a gracious nod. ‘I’ll bear it in mind.’

He tilts his head, a playful lilt entering his words. “Unless, of course, you’re lingering because you enjoy my company.”

She gives Isen a flat stare, but it’s not enough to dissuade him from continuing.

“I’m actually going to bed now, Legs. So, unless you wanted to join me...”

She can’t help but stiffen; her lips pursing with the effort it takes to bite back her scowl. She decides right then that she’d rather spend the next few hours doing nothing in her room, than deal with Isen’s casual advances.

‘Goodnight, my lord,’ she signs, before promptly leaving.

It’s a shame of course, she reflects upon entering her room. She’s confident by now that Isen won’t fire her for leaving so suddenly. That he won’t hold it against her if she denies his advances, or shirks his humour.

She just wishes he wouldn’t make such attempts. If it weren’t for them, she could almost allow herself to agree with him. To admit that she really does enjoy his company.

If only a little.

#sorry for the long wait #writing this was like pulling nails #i had to take a bit of a palate cleanser with those little fanfics i dropped #but im back on my shit with these two #we've got an only one bed trope coming up soon #vaya writes #serving the serpent #monster romance #nagas

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fear every raindrop

sasuke; 837 words; fluff and angst but mostly just atmospheric-ness. for @dira333

sasuke has always loved the rain; it has always spoken to him in ways the cloudless blues of a sunstruck sky could never (but he’s certain naruto could have). he has always understood the thick rumble of a horizon line jagged with thunder; he has always appreciated the deep sorrow of each tiny raindrop, which together can form a torrent so large it has the power to drown out a whole village. because he understands sorrow — if nothing else.

and his whole life has been loss, hasn’t it? a constant and immutable stream of losing, of waking each morning wondering what else the world will take today, and going to sleep each night knowing the answer is — always more than you think.

he meets you on a rainy day.

outside a way station, beside a dirt road that seems to run parallel to the turning world, he catches you falling — actually falling, slipping on a patch of mud. his single arm bars across your chest, knocking the wind from you even as you wheeze, your nose nearly catching the drenched earth beneath you.

“careful,” he says, his voice soft as he helps you straighten again. and one glance at you tells him that you’re the furthest thing from a ninja a person could be: innocent. it shines through you like a beacon, beckons to him like a lighthouse on a deserted shore and he finds himself irrevocably drawn to you — a magnet to his compass rose, the moon’s pull to the tide’s endless flow.

“th-thanks! sorry…” you laugh, ducking your head into a short, awkward sort of bow as you straighten to peer up at him through your rain-slicked bangs. he fights the urge to look away.

“are you…”

sasuke bites back a wince for the words he knows will come, the curiosity, the realization, and then — inevitably — the accusation. he braces for it.

and…

“are you hungry?”

sasuke blinks.

you’re grinning up at him, not a single thread of apprehension in sight as you lace your fingers behind your back and motion towards the thin strip of forest path.

“my family owns a ramen place in the town just over this hill — i was running an errand, but i got caught in the rain — thank god you were here to save me!” your smile is bright, so bright and defiantly so against the gloom of the weather above you. the rain has yet to abate but sasuke thinks that he doesn’t mind. your smile is more than enough to shelter him from the storm.

“ah…” he doesn’t know what to say, because no one had ever trained him for this, not in the delicate dance of propriety, not in the precarious balance between casual jest and incrimination. he finds that he has no tools in his arsenal for this, but then —

“c’mon, my treat. it’s the least i can do for my savior!”

savior.

he savors that word, basks in the halcyon glow of his warmth, wishes he could sink his fingers into the heart of its brightness, tip it back into his mouth and swallow it whole. he wishes it was something that, someday, he might be truly deemed to be.

it is not as good as irchiraku’s. but then again, very few things are. though, you make up for it in your animated ramblings, in the way you introduce him to the sweet-faced woman behind the counter as you brush through the doorway of the tiny ramen shop, in the way you crouch down to scritch a fat orange cat behind the ears, stepping aside so he can offer his own hand for the cat to sniff and inspect.

the fat, orange cat levels him with a severe sort of gaze before it slumps back down and opens his mouth his great, big yawn.

“i think he likes you!”

sasuke can only nod, shaking his bangs out to cover his eyes, hiding behind that one last bastion of darkness as you lead him to a back table.

it is not as good as ichiraku’s… but he finds himself hesitant to leave all the same.

outside, the storm still brews, thick and angry just beyond the tops of those faraway trees.

“you should stay till the storm blows out — it’s dangerous to go wandering in this weather!”

sasuke almost laughs, because when was the last time someone had ever put him and danger in the same sentence without the implied causation? when was the last time someone had warned him of the danger, instead of warning of the danger of him?

he drinks his soup slowly, polishing off whole bowl with a soft exhale.

the sweet-faced woman smiles wide as she peers into his empty bowl.

“would you like seconds?”

sasuke sets down his chopsticks.

“please.”

it’s not as good as ichiraku’s but… it’s still the best ramen he’s had in years.

#uchiha sasuke #naruto #naruto x reader #naruto imagines #uchiha sasuke fluff #uchiha sasuke x reader #uchiha sasuke imagines #uchiha sasuke headcanons #sasuke uchiha #naruto x you #uchiha sasuke x you #floofy floof floof #MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM #im gonna do that thing where i trust the reader bc yes i trust u #to know to see to UNDERSATND #i had to resist the urge to write more bc i didn't wanna spell it out and i also just really wanted to capture this ONE moment #bUT YEAH WOW. i love sasuke LOL

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real-jaune-isms · 10 months

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Green Haired Swordsman Meets Green-eyed Monster

*In the days following the Raid on Onigashima, Luffy and Zoro were nearly comatose from their exertion and wounds. Now, after a week, Zoro just woke up and was greeted with a sight he hadn't expected.*

Zoro: My head... damn I need some booze. Robin:I can get you some in just a minute. Zoro: Wh- Robin, the hell are you doing here? Where are the others? Robin: Luffy woke up about an hour ago and ran off, and the rest of our nakama had follow after him to make sure he didn't destroy anything in his search for food. Zoro: Heh... yeah, that sounds like him. Still doesn't answer why you stayed, though. Robin: *clears her throat and looks away* Well, someone had to make sure you weren't alone whenever you woke up, and to explain the situation so you didn't wander around in confusion. And I... drew the short straw. Zoro: Well then, I guess I appreciate the courtesy. So what situation needs explaining? Luffy beat Kaido, obviously, but what else happened? Robin: *smiles at how immediately confident Zoro is in their victory* Well, the two of you have been passed out from your wounds for a week, and in that time Momonosuke-sama revealed his presence to the country and declared himself the Shogun. I almost didn't believe what I was seeing, but it seems Shinobu-chan used her power to age him up by 20 years. Fuhuhuhu~ Zoro: Ah, so the brat reclaimed his clan's place on top. Good for him I guess, hopefully Kin'emon and the others can help him get a handle on that. The age thing sounds wild, but I did see him flying around as a full sized dragon so that tracks. Anything else? Robin: Um... yes, actually, there was something I wanted to talk to you about, Zoro-kun. I suppose you mentioned it in passing before the raid but... you spent some time with Momonosuke-sama's sister, didn't you? Zoro: Hmm? Ah, yeah, I was with Hiyori for a couple days. Robin: *eyes narrowed and glowering a bit* Yes, and it must have been quite an eventful period. When she heard you were incapacitated, she insisted on coming to see you. She begged Chopper to let her help with your treatment, and more than a few times tried to nestle beside you for comfort. You two must have... bonded quite a bit... for her to be so close and caring towards you. Zoro: Yeah, you could probably say that. She let me claim Enma after that weapons bandit took Shusui, I saved her from Kid's first mate while he was running around as that serial killer, we slept together... Robin: I'm sorry, you did what?!?! With a woman you knew for less than a week?? I know I've been coy and playful in the past, but I didn't realize you'd find someone else this quickly. Zoro: The hell do you mean? We just- oh for the love of... I mean we shared a bed, and I didn't even ask for it. We were in a shack in Ringo, which was pretty damn cold, and she was helping treat a nasty stab wound I got from Kid's buddy. I was trying to get some rest to help it heal, and I guess while I slept she draped her coat over me for a blanket and then went to sleep next to me to share body heat. We had that kid with the big eyes who laughed a lot with us too, and nothing lewd happened. I mean, she offered me her body, but I wasn't interested in that. Robin: Oh... I see. I'm sorry for getting so... worked up. I guess I just... Zoro: Thought I'd gotten laid with the first girl that offered? That's the pervy cook's thing. Robin: Well she is the Oiran of the Flower Capital. Zoro: Ah, so she's a professional at seduction and I'd be in an elite crowd for getting with her. I'm not into having sex for the glory. Robin: But this is the country your family descends from! Surely it reminded you of home, and you might have felt something special in the prospect of a woman who shares your culture?? *She's growing more exasperated, and hating the words even as she says them because they're justifying why he should be with another woman* Zoro: I never cared much about my village being founded by a Wano samurai, and I'm happy with the culture I'm part of now, being a pirate. Why do you actually care so much about this? Robin: Because clearly she loves you!! Zoro: *Sigh* Robin, I know she does. And it's flattering, she's a very pretty woman, but she's just not my type.

#one piece #roronoa zoro #nico robin #zorobin #zoro x robin #Robin is jealous #fluff angst and jealousy #ship fluff #kozuki hiyori #post-wano #wano arc #wano kuni

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zodiacs-web · 2 years

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i'll just give you one request because you might be stressing and i don't wanna disturb someone

Jack the ripper or maybe poseidon or any ror character you like (if you want) adopts a child reader that is apathetic or lacks many things in their life (like sympathy from poseidon)

maybe angst and comfort

Walls

𖥔 Poseidon x Gn!Child!Reader

𖥔 Synopsis: Poseidon don't know how to comfort the child

𖥔 What's in the web: familial, hurt/comfort, unedited

Nothing eating at your head, there was always something missing. Every time you held his rough hands, there was something missing, when he brought you to the maid. She was gentle to the touch while he was an edge to be messed with.

As a child of misfortune, Poseidon didn't relieve the pain in anyway causing your discomfort to grow as the days flew past. Bitter days flashed anew as you waited in his quarters to take you to the maid. He knew really knew what to do with you, it was a simple guessing game that he continuously failed.

He truly wanted to try even after being convinced to have a child of his own. It was purely on impulse, but he really wanted to try. So maybe today will be different, maybe you can hold his hand longer than the three minutes it takes to leave you with the maid.

The odd staring of his blue eyes and the tapping of his finger against the table were the only thing heard in the room. His mind wandered somewhere else as you shifted in the uncomfortable gaze. Honestly, he doesn't know what to do.

At this point, he's willing to go to Zeus, of all people, to help him with the problem being you. He didn't want to, but he's the closest person he knows who has kids of their own. Even after asking for his advice, he didn't think he was up to it. A clawing at his heart at something so easy to do, yet failure reaching in.

Patience.

He brought his hands together and squeezed them until his knuckles turned white. How was he supposed to do something as hard as that when he barely knows what to do with you. Another piece of advice from his brother just popped in.

Spend time together.

Poseidon hated going out if it didn't have any importance beside work and he's not about to go out for a child. A sigh left his lips. Maybe this is important. A child is important no matter how he looked at it and he couldn't ignore you for too long.

Everything rushed back to him, back to the depths of his childhood. Seeing his brothers smile so happily and enjoy his presence gave him life. You didn't feel that way, no parents, no siblings. He just couldn't understand. He was thinking that maybe this was a selfish idea but he had no other desire.

"(Y/n)?" He called.

You looked at him, spoon held up and wide doe eyes stared into his soul. He can't fathom that soulless stare, one that could know all his feelings and memories.

"What would you like to do today?"

There it was. Your beady eyes rose in excitement as you dropped the spoon once the words came to be. He swallowed the saliva sitting in his mouth too scared to even move an inch. He watched as you got off the wooden chair and made your way to him.

Your tiny little hands reached for his larger ones, soft caresses you gave to him once they reached. You lead him away to your room, his eyes darting to childish room filled with different colors. His eyes landing back to you as books accompanied the space between you two.

"You want me to...read?"

You nodded your head in excitement. A smile adorned his lips once he fully recognized what just happened. You were a child with since childish wants that he couldn't help but see you as an adult. But don't get me wrong, he's not going to treat you that way forever.

He sat in a little purple chair while you sat beside him. His voice filling the room as you held onto every word that slipped past his tongue. And finally, a smile then adorned that face of yours. One he couldn't help but appreciate.

#zodiac's web #ror x reader #snv x reader #scenarios #record of ragnarok poseidon #shuumatsu no valkyrie poseidon #poseidon #ror poseidon #poseidon x reader #ror poseidon x reader #snv poseidon #snv poseidon x reader #gn reader #gender neutral reader

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yacinthemorning · 2 months

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Tailored to Your Liking

Chapter 7

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Summary: Tumble Town attracts all sorts of misfits looking for a fresh start on the frontier, but everyone still needs clothes. Be it extra limbs or high temperatures, Jimmy caters to every hybrid's needs.

Ships: Jimmy/Tango (slow burn romantic), Grian/Mumbo/Scar (romantic), Joel/Lizzie (romantic)

Warnings: Implied traumatic events, awkward flirting, verbal fight, anxiety attack

Jimmy tapped at his desk, staring down at the skeins before him. A weepweave was laid out across the table behind him, waiting to be drawn into shapes. He’d worked out the patterns weeks ago. And adjusted for the weight Tango had gained since. If he could just get himself to work it could be done in no time.

But there in lied the problem.

He pulled from his breast pocket the little brass bird. A canary, like the ones they’d used in the mines Tango worked much of his life in since coming to this continent. The ornament was truly lovely, something Jimmy would cherish, but he knew the poor thing carried much more weight than that. It carried a culture Jimmy wasn’t especially familiar with. The weight of its material and its palm sized stature. Tango had given it to him, but he’d avoided looking at it since.

It hurt, just a bit. Irrationally. If it was a symbol of his intentions then what did it say to be so ashamed of it? Jimmy knew better than that, of course, but it didn’t help emotions. Especially not when Tango had begun to treat Jimmy much the same.

A glance informed him it was nearly five o’clock. Ten hours since he last saw Tango. Where was he? What job had he found that took up so much of his time? They better be paying him more than a few copper if they’re going to-

Jimmy took a deep breath. He pushed out of his seat, grabbed his hat, and abandoned his shop for the day. There was no point in driving himself mad indoors if he wasn’t going to be productive for it. There was something else he ought to do anyways.

He made it to the end of Main Street, where a large, white building lay quiet. Few people approached the town hall most days, not unless there was a holiday. Besides Lizzie’s family, in fact, only its two employees could be found in its vicinity. Their presence was part of the reason it remained so silent.

Taking unsure hops, it seems he was ever so lucky enough to catch them both reclining at the front desk. Two sets of glowing, cyan eyes immediately snapped to Jimmy the moment his talons brushed the wood floor. Cub was the first to offer a welcoming smile, though Jimmy always found it rather unnerving. Not so much due to the skulk that draped him, but the knowledge that Scar thought quite highly of him. A “retired” doctor beloved by a snake oil salesman was no one Jimmy had a desire to trust.

Luckily Pixl was the one to motion for Jimmy, greeting him with a silent nod. “Welcome, Mister Solidarity. How may we be of service?” He voice was soft, not even an echo forming in the grand hall.

“I was actually interested in accessing the library, though I don’t imagine I’ll find what I’m searching for.” Jimmy admitted.

Curiosity raised Pixl’s eyebrow. He nodded to Cub, their teal antlers vibrating. Nothing Jimmy could understand, but he was sure others felt similarly to how the avians in town flared and flattened their feathers. “Of course, follow me. Perhaps I can help in your search.” Pixl suggested as they made their way down the hall, leaving Cub behind. “If it’s a matter of history, I could be of great service.”

The pickings were slim. What wasn’t bookkeeping or dictionaries were the few documents and books brought in with arriving citizens. The worldliness of the collection could be attributed to the variety of folks that wandered their way into Tumble Town more than interest in the topics. It made the collection particularly eclectic despite its size, everything from children’s books to family trees and obscure novels in languages Jimmy had never seen before.

An album of miscellaneous photographs found its way in front of him. Some were from events, others collected upon deaths, many donated by Mumbo. Jimmy was nearly through the entire album before he spotted it. The photos were in horrid condition, even a bit burnt at the edges. Each portrayed one of two women, one elderly and the other a bit older than Jimmy’s age, both alike to one another. Their hair flowed like fire and their sharp ears were adorned with jewellery. Though the young woman wore a skirt similar in style to what Jimmy often made, the elderly woman dressed entirely differently. Thin layers of cloth draped her body, with some sort of shaping going on underneath. The shoulders sat loose under the clutches of gold ornaments, with a particularly intricate necklace. A favour. Jimmy absentmindedly rested his hand over his pocket.

There were a few others, including a photo of the younger in a similar garb, though the decor seemed to be of a different material and less intricate. It seemed to be some sort of celebration. There were short notes on the backs but they were all written in Pigling. Even in the black and white photos the gowns were gorgeous. He continued to flip through the dozen photos, trying to figure out their make. The waist pulled in but there was no seams visible anywhere on the outer layer. Not at the visible angles. Their trousers, too, were tailored into anklets. There was no embroidery or decorative stitchwork in the cloth itself, and no patterns. Were the layers different colours? Knowing the material they were likely made of they were most certainly vibrant...

So entranced was Jimmy that he didn’t notice Pixl approaching until a loud thud made him jump up out of his seat. A stack of three books had been placed on the table. Pixl shrugged in apology. “These are all we have that mention in any capacity the Nether or Netherborn, I’m afraid.”

“Thank you.” Jimmy muttered in a daze. As he flipped open the first few pages, it occurred that he had never told the sculkling what he was looking for. He whipped his head up to give some type of indignant remark he had yet to think of, but Pixl was already gone. In a huff, he gathered up the books. It was getting late, and whether Tango came home or not, Jimmy needed to make dinner for at least himself.

To his surprise when he reached home, Tango’s shoes and jacket were there at the entrance. More surprisingly, there was a smell wafting out from the kitchen. Jimmy poked his head past the door. Seeing Tango at the stove momentarily brought out a moment of panic, but there were thankfully no metallic smells, only the scent of spices and chicken.

A curious tweet slipped out of the avian. Tango jumped so high Jimmy worried he might hit his head on the ceiling. He spun around, spilling whatever had been in the ladle in his hand across the floor. And his foot. He jumped a second time, curses spilling out of his mouth, until his knee hit the back of a chair and they both went down. In a panicked flurry Jimmy went to the poor man’s aid, himself almost slipping on the spilled substance in the process.

“My goodness, are you alright?” Jimmy squeaked.

Tango was still dazed, though his face had contorted in guilt or pain, likely both. “Just peachy. Ah!” His neck cracked as he rolled it. It seemed unsatisfying, but he left it to return tending the large pot on the stove. “At least I didn’t knock anything important over.”

“What are you doing?”

Instantly Tango shrunk in on himself, held himself like a scolded dog. Was Jimmy’s tone so accusatory? He couldn’t deny being more than a bit frustrated with the man’s indecisiveness. “Well, I’m making dinner.”

“Yes, I can see that. But why?” Though Tango often helped in the kitchen he’d never taken the initiative to cook himself. It was never clear whether it was out of the delusion that what he chose to make would be poorly received, the nonsense idea he had no right to use the ingredients Jimmy bought, or the only reasonable explanation that he simply didn’t enjoy cooking.

Tango didn’t look up from the pot. “You weren’t here when I got back, so I thought I should.”

Jimmy hadn’t been there because Tango hadn’t either. There was nothing stewing because Jimmy had been too distracted thinking of the party. Tango always picked up more chores when he was feeling useless. There were many things Jimmy could say, but, perhaps for the best, they were all stuck on one another in his throat. “What are you making?” He asked instead, approaching the pot.

“You like curry? It’s sort of like curried chicken. Except not. They call it Nether peppered chicken here I think, but there’s no Nether peppers in it. It’s...”

“Tasty?” Jimmy offered an out, which Tango graciously took with a nod. “I’m guessing a Nether dish?”

The tuft of Tango’s tail swept against jimmy’s leg in absentminded agitation. “Sorta. It’s actually something I learned from a workmate after I first arrived here. It’s...” He tilted his head back, brows knit. “Like, it’s hard to get certain spices and vegetables here, so people make due, and it sorta turned into its own thing. I guess I did, too. I had this friend for a while, Brody, he couldn’t handle the spiciness, so I started making it differently, less spicy more bitter.” He paused to pour a mixture of ground spices and greens into the pot. “It’s why I like making it, probably.”

Because you can’t say you made it wrong, Jimmy managed to not say aloud. Was it reasonable to be envious of a man’s relationship to his dinner? Most likely not, but that was the only way Jimmy could describe the melancholic lump in his chest as he watched Tango stir the pot without tension in his shoulders.

“It looks delicious.” He murmured. Tango hummed in reply. While he continued to stir Jimmy placed the cutlery and plates and sat down. Something dropped into the pot with a pop. “... You know, you can make it as spicy as you please.” Jimmy’s voice pitched up, “I don’t mind, it doesn’t bother avians.”

“The peppers in the market aren’t very spicy, it’s better this way with what w-you have.”

“Oh, okay.” Jimmy adjusted his wings around the back of his chair. Feather wrapped over his arms. The ladle scraped against the side of the pot. “How was work?”

Tango paused for a moment, tail twitching with anxious energy. “Fine. Just helped Etho and Pause with some barn repairs at Beef’s ranch. Was done by noon so I helped Impulse with bottling his beer. Then Chef let me help load the coal wagons going to the station for a couple gold.”

“That’s nice of him...”

“It is. Way more than I ever got paid as one of Fwhip’s guys for the same job. Funny that.”

“Funny that.” Jimmy repeated mindlessly, talon tracing the pattern of the table cloth. Why did it always have to go back to money lately? He knew why. “Have you made anything recently?” He asked, hoping there was some odd little redstone scheme boiling in Tango’s mind ready to spill out into hours long explanations Jimmy could barely wrap his head around.

But there was none. “Not really. Been busy.” Tango shrugged.

“The shop’s closed tomorrow, we could go down to Joe’s and see what he’s selling?”

“I don’t wanna waste money-”

Both jumped as the silverware crashed down against plates. It took Jimmy a heartbeat to realize it was his own fist against the table that had caused it. He mumbled out an apology, not daring to return the blazeborn’s gaze.

“Jim-”

“It’s nothing. I’m sorry.”

Tango had abandoned dinner, now leaning against the chair beside Jimmy. “Jimmy.”

Why did talking have to be so difficult all of a sudden? “You don’t have to take so many jobs in one day.” He managed to choke out.

“Well... I had the energy, I guess.”

“You didn’t want to come back.”

Tango’s tail wrapped around his leg, frown twisting with guilt as he was now the one who couldn’t look at the other.

Jimmy felt his stomach sink. “I’m not... I understand, but I don’t get it.”

“Why I work?”

“Why you won’t let yourself be good enough.” Jimmy reached out, hesitating when Tango leaned away. “And I don’t know what you need to help you.”

“Then I got bad news for what it’s like being stuck with me.”

“Tango...” He was right. Jimmy couldn’t do anything to help Tango if Tango wasn’t willing to be helped. Perhaps he couldn’t help even if he wanted to. This wasn’t something Jimmy could bull-headedly push through like usual.

Tango approached the table, plating their food. As he placed the ladle back down, Jimmy reached out for his hands. He stared at the avian. Surprise, confusion, then concern. “You know you’re a wonderful man, right?” Jimmy asked. It was returned with a dumbfounded shake of Tango’s head. Jimmy almost laughed. Almost. He clutched Tango’s hand closer. “You’re the most intelligent person I’ve ever met, with your strange machines and inventions. And you’re too kind. You’re always helping other folks, I swear there isn’t a single person in this town that hasn’t something sweet to say about you-”

“What are you doing?” Tango asked, tugging weakly against Jimmy’s hold.

Jimmy gave him a sad smile. “You need to know, even if you don’t listen to me right now.”

Quiet fell over them, Tango not replying. Trapped somewhere between peace and tension, they ate dinner in silence.

Weepweave splayed out across Jimmy’s work station, its natural matte crimson colour darkened ever so slightly. It would suit Tango, easy to see long before Jimmy carved it into clothing. There were a few other materials, hoglin leather and twist, but the dark crimson weepweave was what he had the most to work with.

Tango hesitated at first, but his hand ran with fascination over the material. “This is nice.” He said with genuine surprise.

Jimmy shrugged, “Well, when it take this long to import we can’t have it falling apart on you after a few weeks. Otherwise you’ll be right back where you started!” He adjusted the fabric, giving one more once over. “There’s more than enough for three outfits. Four if we pushed our luck but I think it’s best to save some for future repairs.”

A gesture was enough for Tango to fetch the chalk while Jimmy turned the fabric over. Slowly the shapes of an outfit began to appear across the various pieces. Tango remained to help where he could while Jimmy worked.

It continued on through the morning, until the afternoon sun beat down through the windows. Jimmy could feel himself beginning to overheat. In a brief lull, he began to remove his vest, piling the tools that had begun to accumulate in its pocket down beside the cloth. By the time he’d placed the vest aside Tango had also frozen up, staring at the ground. Among the piled treasures was the metal bird.

Jimmy bit his tongue, picking it back up carefully while he sat down in his stool. Silence stretched out. “You know,” Jimmy tentatively broke it. “Avians are also known for their favours.”

“Oh?” Tango murmured back.

“Yes, a feather.”

This captured his attention. “A feather?”

Jimmy nodded, thumb rubbing over the canary’s wings. “Our own. Usually from along the spine, those aren’t quite as large.” He looked up to his companion, who was staring with knit brows at Jimmy’s yellow wings, befuddlement clear. “False will tell you there’s ceremonies and words to go with it but Grian simply handed them over one day to Scar and Mumbo. I suppose it’s one of those flock to flock things. Still, feathers are special to an avian. There’s many traditions involving our feathers, but I suppose you could call it the biggest one.”

“But…” Tango stumbled, seemingly unsure of his next words.

“It’s important it’s your own feather, that it’s a lovely one any damage to can be seen. I think it’s quite lovely, trusting a part of yourself to someone, and being trusted the same.”

“… I suppose.”

He was once more turned away. Jimmy worried his bottom lip. Had he come across as condescending? It was not his intention.

A great sigh escaped the blazeborn as he reclined onto the bench. “Not everyone has feathers to give, though.”

Jimmy’s heart sank. “No, I suppose they don’t. But the purpose is-”

“Gold’s quite common in the Nether, you know.” He continued, as if Jimmy hadn’t spoken. “In very small bits, but it’s everywhere. It’s more of a time investment. If you spend the time, you’ll have enough, eventually.” His gaze downcast. “But time is money, as they say.”

The little metal bird thunked against the table, muffled by the weepweave between them. Tango’s chest heaved as he tried to keep himself calm, and Jimmy wanted nothing more than to get up and go to his side to comfort him.

When Tango’s breath had evened out again he continued. “There was a moment, back with Brody, when we went out to the market together. We’d had nothing but stale bread and stolen eggs for a whole week. But we finally had thirty-four copper between us. That was the first time I was able to purchase everything on my own without messing up my words. At least, not bad enough that I was looked at funny or told to repeat myself. I thought, ‘This is it. I worked hard, I can speak the language, I can finally get a real job here.’ I was a real stupid kid.” His face twisted as his fists clenched the hem of his shirt, tail waving wildly beside him. “Guess I’m still stupid, cause I kept telling myself that until there was nowhere else to go. Doesn’t matter what words I say, or what continent I’m on, I’m still just some netherborn in rags. I can’t find a way to be more than that.”

Tango threw his hands out wide. “This is literally the peak of my life. I can’t-”

The blazeborn choked. Jimmy jumped out of his chair to Tango’s side in an instant, tucking the bird back into his breast pocket to free his hands to hold his companion. “Oh, Tango.” He tried desperately to soothe.

“I could see it, y’know. Last time you opened that vault, it looked like less.” Smoke billowed out like breath on a cold day, small sparks living for a fraction of a second within them. “And you’re here, working with the nicest material I’ve ever owned, and I shouldn’t own it. You shouldn’t have bought it. You shouldn’t be working on this instead of Katherine’s tea dress, or Mumbo’s coat. And I-” His hand shot out with desperation, ripping the bird out of Jimmy’s pocket and shoving it in both their faces. “-I shouldn’t be making prototypes for something I’m. Never. Going to get to make! I let myself get stupid ideas again, and dragged you down with me.”

Blazeborn couldn’t cry. Perhaps that was why they produced smoke, so that those around them could cry for them. Jimmy certainly was, clutching tightly to Tango for dear life as he tried to put together anything he could say. Minutes past, however long Tango needed to pull himself back together.

“Sorry.” He sniffled, to which Jimmy shook his head. Because he understood. Everyone in Tumble Town did. Not for taking the same road, but for winding up in the same place. Somewhere where problems didn’t go away, but they didn’t seem as big.

Jimmy glanced back over at the fabrics, all the shapes perfectly traced out for another well-fitted suit. He buried his cheek into Tango’s warmed hair, cooing comfortingly. Whatever bit of help Tango was willing to take, he’d make the most of it.

“How does it feel?”

Tango stepped back, turning in the mirror as he examined the vest. The last piece of his first outfit. He did a spin, tail training after him hotter than usual. No cloth caught aflame. He smiled bashfully over to Jimmy. “Feels good. Feels fancy. I’m scared people might start mistaking me for Scar’s assistant.”

Jimmy muffled his laugh against his sleeve, though the bell drowned it out for him in the end. “Why, what would scare you about that! It’d be a great compliment to be my assistant!” The man of the hour declared, clacking his cane against the floor for emphasis. A strange little noise escaped Tango in response.

“Good afternoon, Scar.” Jimmy greeted, unable to hide his amusement. “We were just finishing up, doesn’t Tango look handsome?”

Scar hummed and pulled his top hat down to his chest. “Why I’d say he is absolutely dashing! You’ll have every little canary in town swooning.”

Both men turned pink. Jimmy took advantage of his closer proximity to their menace to smack him across the shoulder. “Hush!”

“I’m terribly sorry, Timothy, but I’m afraid I cannot!” Scar announced dramatically, producing papers from within his coat. There was a paused in his theatrics, during which he sent Jimmy a wink that straightened the avian’s spine. “I, in fact, came to speak to you Tango. There’s a job I need your assistance with.”

Tango’s tail twitched, “Oh yeah? What’s the job?”

“A bit of work we’re doing with the Luxo Company. Fwhip informs me you were quite the handyman in the mines, and there are some drafts for the new rail line and station that need an extra hand in drawing up.”

“Uh, sure, but,” Tango glanced awkwardly between Jimmy and Scar. “I mean I’ll be glad to help but I would have thought you’d ask Mumbo.”

Scar waved dismissively. “Oh, Mumbo is off on one of his cycling trips right now, he won’t be back for a few months at least! And this needs to be done now. It’ll be a couple weeks’ work once the materials are delivered.”

Anxiousness vibrated through Tango’s tail, “No offense Scar, but it is you. What’s the catch?”

“No catch! Just some honest work that needs doing, and not a lot of qualified individuals in this one-horse town. Good pay, too.”

Tango finally threw his hands up in surrender. “I mean if you’re okay with it. I’m not exactly qualificated myself, I learned this stuff hands on, on the job.”

“That just means you have experience!”

“Alright, Scar. You got a deal.”

“Great, great!” The papers were placed down on Jimmy’s desk. “I’ll come by and grab you in a few days if Jimmy’ll be willing to let go.”

Jimmy scoffed. “Excuse you.”

“Excusing myself!” He agreed, rushing out the door. “Have a good day, fellas!”

“That man, honestly.” Huffed Jimmy, shaking his feathers flat. Tango didn’t reply, scanning the papers with his nose scrunched up. He peered over the shorter man’s shoulder. “Do you need help?”

Tango jumped. “Huh? Oh, no, it’s just. My name’s on here?”

“Pardon?”

“My name’s in the contract.” He repeated, holding up the page. Indeed, among the many printed letters instead of something neutral it specified ‘Mr. Tek’.

It took everything Jimmy had not to audibly groan. “I suppose he had faith in you.”

“Yeah…” Muttered Tango distractedly. He shrugged and put down the papers.

Tango spent much of the next two weeks off somewhere with Scar for most of the afternoon. Scar couldn’t work very long but they did the best they could with what time they had. Before and afterwards Tango would take other jobs, no matter how much Jimmy told him he didn’t have to. Catalogues were easy to find and he’d calculated what he owed Jimmy on his own. Some questionably true assurances convinced him to lower it at least a bit, to about half of what Jimmy might normally price his work at. Still, he was determined to pay.

At least Scar’s job took a good bit of the burden off. It was paid for by the Luxo Company who’d trusted Scar’s scouting. They didn’t need to be informed the details of the individual he scouted, so long as the plans were good. And Jimmy had all the trust in the world that Tango would make good plans.

More importantly, when he returned home in the evening he didn’t look like walking misery. Dead on his feet, sure, falling asleep in his dinner, but not defeated like he had the previous few weeks, which a horrified Jimmy had only realized after how familiar he’d become with it.

He was nearly done paying for the second set of clothes when they were done. The silhouette was looser, perhaps not as fashionable, but Jimmy could tell Tango was more comfortable. It was more like what he enjoyed wearing.

Tango had his hands shoved into the pockets, swaying back and forth in the mirror with a wide grin. “My gods, he’s done it again.” He declared, tilting his head to look at Jimmy.

“Stop it.” murmured the avian, swatting at the man with his wing. A raspy giggle was his response.

“Have you ever made this many clothes for one person in such a short time?”

Jimmy smiled, reaching out to adjust Tango’s skewed collar. “Can’t say I have… Tango?”

“Hm?”

“There’s something I’ve been meaning to ask about your last outfit.”

This got a curious glance. Flexing his wings nervously, Jimmy ushered them over to his desk. Ensuring Tango was paying attention first he pulled out a pattern, one he’d only finished piecing together the night before. He rolled it out. Tango’s eyes went wide. “This…”

“I wanted- is it too much?” He worried. “Or, wrong, maybe. I had to make some choices. I can use another pattern if you’d prefer. I’d understand.”

Tango’s hand was pressed the pattern. He looked back up to Jimmy, eyes round and disbelieving, before they softened. “No, this is good.” He said, almost too quiet for Jimmy to hear. “Jim… This is good.”

Warmth fluttered in Jimmy’s chest as relief washed over him. “I’m glad.”

But Tango sighed. “Jimmy, there’s something I wanted to talk to you about.”

Jimmy knew. It was something he was waiting to happen for the last few days. So, he sat down at his desk, took a deep breath, and said, “Okay. What is it?”

“Scar’s job will be done this week. I’ll get my last pay the day after.”

“Yes.”

Tango looked away. “It’ll be more than enough with my other jobs to finish paying for this before it’s done.”

“And you’ve been saving some for yourself?” Jimmy asked, though he already knew. Some part of him wanted Tango to say it just so he was sure.

Tango did just that. “Yeah, just a bit. Enough.”

Enough. “For what?”

A bristled tuft wrapped around Jimmy’s leg. Jimmy reached out to lay his hand over Tango’s, nudging him to continue. “Scar says they’re looking to build some new infrastructure for the railway. New engines, new machines to build those engines. That sorta thing. They got a lot of new jobs opening up ‘cause of it. He thinks with my work for them so far I got a shot above the rest. At the very least they can put in a good word for me somewhere else. But-”

“But none of that work is here.” Jimmy concluded, willing his heart not to give. He tried to smile.

Tango winced back, “Yeah.”

He took a deep breath. “I understand.” His voice cracked anyways.

Arms wrapped around his shoulders, and as he choked back the first sob, he couldn’t help think about how ridiculous this all was. It’d not even been four months since they first met, not five before they would part ways. He’d patently refused Tango at several points just to avoid being like his thoughtless brother, yet here he was anyways. There was a blooming of relief through his chest that contradicted everything else, from the thought that this could possibly be it for Tango. Jimmy couldn’t help him, but someone else could, and more importantly would.

He’d only received news he already knew was coming, yet it all seemed too much.

“Sorry.” He hiccuped, wiping his wrist over his eyes. “Oh, I’m sorry, I’m happy for you, I promise.”

Tango’s arms tightened around his shoulders, a soft hum vibrating through Jimmy as his head rested into Tango’s throat. Somewhere he’d heard that cats purred when they were hurt as well as happy, to do with comfort instead of contentment, and he wondered in that moment if blazeborn were the same. “I know.” Tango said, his own voice breaking. “I know.”

The last outfit took Jimmy the longest, long enough for confirmations to happen and Tango to finish preparations to leave. It wasn’t that Jimmy was putting it off, if anything he’d worked so diligently. Others in town were accommodating, happy to accept that their orders would be put off for a while. The pattern and even some techniques were completely new to Jimmy, things he’d never tried. He was no grand artist making the next biggest trend or a high end dressmaker creating something everyone would talk about for weeks to come. He was a simple tailor for a small town in the middle of the frontier, who specialized in accommodating those that did not fit the mould. Maybe, by that description, there was something he could have been doing that he completely overlooked.

A very particular feeling overwhelmed the avian as Tango stepped out of the changing curtain. Like seeing the world’s most beautiful painting jump to life, filled with colours and textures and shadows that seemed too rich for reality. In a sense that was exactly what happened. Loose crimsons and warm grays draped down the man’s form, shaped as Jimmy had only seen in photos until now, no need for modifications for any part of the man.

It looked good on Tango. It looked really good. It was perfect for him, more than just the right colours could ever be. He’d never worn clothes so comfortably before or seemed so assured that he was wearing something unquestionably his. There were alterations, from where Jimmy could not figure out the way to recreate certain things, or where decorations had to be compromised for material’s sake, or where Tango had given input for his own preferences and insights. In front of Jimmy was a netherborn, and the most beautiful man Jimmy had the pleasure to meet.

“How’s it look?” Tango asked, though Jimmy didn’t think he needed to say anything from the smug grin on his face.

Jimmy was still too stunned to come up with something clever. “You’re perfect.” He said a bit breathlessly.

That seemed to knock the man out of his element a bit, smirk shrinking to something a bit shy that matched his reddening cheeks. His tail curled around his ankle before twisting back out. “Then, maybe I should wear it out today.”

“I thought you’d already planned your outfit for today?” Jimmy laughed while Tango bounced up to his side.

“I’ll wear it tomorrow.” He snickered, running a hand over the weepweave. “Can’t not show off my little birdy’s gorgeous work, now, can I?”

Jimmy rolled his eyes. “Tango, all your clothes are my work.”

“True. Maybe I should wear them all every day.”

“You’re going to have to do a lot more laundry if you try.”

“True, true.” He sighed, but continued to smile.

Jimmy smiled right back. “Oh,” He suddenly realized, looking around his workshop. “There was, um, there’s one more thing.”

Tango watched him curiously as he ran over to one of his drawers, one he knew Tango never used himself. There it was. Nervous energy ran through his wings. He approached Tango slowly, hands behind his back. “If you would, I was hoping I could trust you with this.” Gathering his nerves, he held out his hands, delicately folded fingers unwrapping from around a bright yellow feather, as perfectly preened as he could manage. Wrapped around the base was nothing as nice as the bird Tango had made, a simple gold chain attached to a series of metal beads which held the feather in place. Tango stared down in wonder, carefully accepting the feather into his own hands while anxiety prickled down Jimmy’s wings.

Clawed finger rose up to Jimmy’s cheek. He leaned into it as they ran themselves through the feathers around his ear. For a moment Jimmy closed his eyes and basked in the warmth radiating from the man. “You’ll come visit now and then, won’t you?” He asked. Pleaded.

When he opened his eyes Tango eyes were warmer than he’d ever seen. “I’ll come back.” He promised instead, far more than Jimmy cared hope for in the days leading up to his departure. Tango’s hand fell away, instead resting over Jimmy’s breast pocket, the metal bird tucked within pressing into his palm and Jimmy’s heart. “Could you… Would you hold onto that? Until I do? Until I come back with a proper one?”

“This is the proper one.” He chuckled, placing his own hand over Tango’s. “But, if you insist, then of course.”

“Then I’ll take good care of your feather, and the clothes you made me.” Tango said, a determined spark flying from his tail. Jimmy grinned.

“Please do.”

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Happy Birthday - Leia Organa X GN Reader

Title: Happy Birthday

Leia Organa X GN Reader

Additional Characters: Luke, Han, Chewie, C3PO (Mentioned), Terfang (OC), the Ewoks (Mentioned), and the Empire (Mentioned)

Requested by @micheleamidalajedi! (Happy birthday fic!)

WC: 1,093

Warnings: Very, very tiny angst (so brief), cuteness, slight anxiety, and fluff

It was your birthday. You were another year older. You were on the Falcon with your friends, Luke, Han, and Leia, going somewhere but you didn't know where you were going. No one would tell you anything, not even Leia... And she told you everything. No one had congratulated you, and you wondered if they forgot that it was your birthday, or maybe they didn't remember because there were so many other things to focus on. The Empire fell only a few moon cycles prior, so you would understand if they just forgot, but it still hurt.

You sat in the back booth seat, playing holo-chess with Chewie. You knew he was pretty good at the game, so you were surprised when you found yourself winning. Leia wandered into the cockpit, a smile on her face when she noticed you and Chewie playing. She walked over and sat beside you, hip to hip as she watched quietly.

"Where are we going, Leia?" You asked, and Leia only shrugged, smiling. You looked back towards Chewie, who just shook his head. "What's the plan, guys?" You turned around. "Luke?" You looked towards him, "Where are we going?" He shrugged. "Han?" You looked toward Han, and he shrugged back as well. You narrowed your eyes suspiciously, "How do you not know, Han? You're driving." He laughed nervously. You huffed, crossing your arms. You looked at Leia, "Leia?" She smiled at you and then leaned forward in her seat, pressing a kiss to your cheek. "You have to be kidding me..." You trailed off, "I love you guys and everything but I would really like to know what's going on."

"Don't worry," Han said, "We're here."

You watched as everyone got up after the Falcon landed, Leia immediately taking your hand and leading you out of the ship and down the ramp. Your eyes widened when you realized where you were, on Endor. You hadn't been there in a hot minute, and you were so happy you were on the planet again.

The planet of Endor was where the Ewoks lived, and you adored them. They were such kind creatures, and you loved the Ewoks and how they treated you as part of their family. There was also something else about them that made you feel at home. It could be the way they smiled and hugged you whenever you came to visit, or just how adorable they were. You were so excited to see Terfang, one of the Ewoks you bonded with when you first came to the planet.

You turned to Leia, a huge smile on your face as she turned to copy that smile. "Happy birthday." She spoke and you giggled, taking her into your arms.

"I thought you all forgot." You spoke, nuzzling your face into her hair, and you heard the others laugh behind you.

Leia pulled away slightly, resting her forehead against yours. You looked at each other for a moment before she kissed your lips softly. "We'd never forget your birthday," She spoke as she pulled away, "We just wanted it to be a surprise."

"Oh, I'm surprised," You spoke, looking at your other friends, "Thank you guys as well. This is such a wonderful surprise."

"Well," Han began, "Shall we join the furry rascals?"

"Join them?" You asked out loud and Luke nodded.

"Yes, they are throwing you a party."

You smiled, "Lead the way." You said as you, Leia, and the others started walking toward the village.

You saw some Ewoks outside of their huts and tree huts, some of them noticing you and cheering as you smiled and waved to them. As soon as you arrived, the celebration began. Some of the Ewoks rushed over and took your hand, leading you to the great bonfire they had made, where music was playing and some Ewoks were dancing and singing. You looked around for Terfang, finding him with his Ewok parents. The tiny baby Ewok rushed over, leaping into your arms, making you laugh and smile as you twirled him in your arms. You smiled down at the small baby, petting the top of his tiny furry head, "Terfang. Hello, little one." You whispered and he made little noises you wished you understood. If only C3PO was here.

He let go of you once he was done with the holding, hopping onto his feet to run away. You followed after him as the others cheered and clapped for you. A few Ewoks ran ahead, grabbing food and drinks from tables nearby, before running back and handing them to you. You thanked them and took a drink, smiling as you did so. You looked around, seeing that most of the Ewoks were dancing, and you joined in. You danced with Leia, Han, Luke, and Chewie, laughing and having fun.

You felt so happy, and you couldn't stop smiling. Your friends had been so thoughtful, and you really appreciated it. They must have spent hours working on this little surprise, and the best part was that it worked perfectly. You never thought anyone would give you a present as perfect as this. This was all you could ever ask for. Time with your friends and Ewok family.

Leia sat beside you, her hand in yours as you watched the Ewoks dance around the fire, "I hope you liked the party." She spoke and you instantly nodded with a huge smile.

"Yeah, this was perfect, Leia. Thank you." You looked over at her. "And thank you for doing this."

"Anything for my favorite person." Leia replied, kissing your temple as she squeezed your hand.

You blushed, looking back out at the Ewoks and smiling. The sound of the party faded as your thoughts drifted back to Leia. How beautiful she was. Her long brown hair, her brown eyes, her strong shoulders, and those lips could make anyone weak at the knees. That was why you had fallen for her. Not just because of her looks, but because of her kindness and sweetness. She was always willing to help people, especially those in need, no matter how difficult.

She was your world and she always would be. She was the light in your life. The reason you smiled every day. Every time you went to bed at night, you dreamed about Leia. In your dreams, you were together, and you were happy. You were happy with her. You were happy with your friends. You were happy with your family. You were happy with your life. And you were happy with your birthday.

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aurore-parle-de-ses-idees · 8 months

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Reassurance with Est b/c I think she could use something nice

est hangs out with the spirit of the long lake not long after coming home from edhelion :D

You go walking on your own, into the grey misty rain a little after dawn, east out of Loeglond and along the lakeshore. The birds are calling and the cattails bob in the gentle waves rolling in from the deeper waters. In the near-dark, the fog rises like smoke and the sunlight in the mists is like fire, and you used to love this sight but now all you can see is the refuge in the mountains, the fire and the smoke and Talagan before the library. The homes of Loeglond are greatly unlike the tall halls and the libraries of Edhelion, but they are close enough like this that you can hear the cracking of stone and wood again and you walk and walk and walk, and in your pocket you run your fingers over the careful, smooth lines of the simple lightning rune.

You might have thought to walk to Lake-town, if you had planned this, but instead you had all but fled your home when you could not sleep, and though your eyes itch and the thought of lying down to rest seems more wonderful than anything else, you wander along the muddy banks in search of some reassurance you do not know the shape of.

Your family doesn’t know how to treat you, now. You don’t know what to tell them, either. You are different, you are different, and home is not and your not-fitting is a sharper thing now, one that cuts even in the walls of your father’s house. They try gentleness and you can’t bear it, being treated almost like a child again, and they try to ignore it and you can’t pretend nothing’s changed, not for their sake or for your own. They have asked, all of them, what you want or what you need, but all you can say is I don’t know, I don’t know. You can’t see yourself clearly enough. You know you’ve changed, but you can’t quite put the words to how. Telling the story is not enough on its own for any of you to understand.

You walk along the Long Lake until you come to a shallow inlet, still and nearly undisturbed by the gentle rain. You find a large rock beneath the overhang of an old and weathered tree, and you pull your knees to your chest and stare out at the lake alone.

The rain persists long into the morning, slowly soaking you even in the shelter of the tree, and soon you start to shiver. You should go back, you think, but you do not move, not until the man arrives, footsteps whispering over the mud as if it has no hold on him.

“Hello there,” he says, and you blink blankly at him. “What are you doing out here?”

“I don’t know,” you say. “Watching.”

“For what?” the man asks- and you think he’s a man, dressed like the people of Lake-town, brown hair long enough to cover his ears but far shorter than most of... most of your people. There’s something almost elvish about his face, though, the weight and the subtle proportions and the way he nearly seems lit from within, just a little too clear and too visible to be a human in this weather. You shake your head and try not to stare so rudely.

“I don’t know.” For the next great fall, or the next task, or the next day. You had grown used to a routine that does not hold here, and though there are things enough to be done on the rafts, it leaves your mind far too free to wander.

The man sits beside you. You look at him sidelong. “I won’t intrude, if you do not wish it, but I would talk with you if you would.”

“What about?” you ask, a frown pulling at your brow.

“Anything at all,” he says. “I do not often have the opportunity to speak as much as I would like with those who live along my shores.” Your frown deepens, something stirring in the depths of your memory, distant and foggy as the world around you. A story in your mother’s voice.

“Who are you?” you ask, and he only smiles and gestures out at the lake.

“You seemed troubled,” he says. “And I thought that perhaps you would like a friend. It’s a lonely sort of day.”

He stays with you for hours, though you speak only in brief fits, without purpose or direction, and he listens patiently, asking little and not prodding when you go silent.

“I would dearly love to cut my hair short,” you say as noon approaches. “Not for mourning, but for the feel of it.”

“Why don’t you?” he asks, and you shrug.

“It wouldn’t be worth the questions,” you say.

“Would Edhelion not be reason enough for those who know of it to understand?” You pause.

“I have never had it short,” you say.

“Would you like to?”

“....yes.”

You don’t know where he produces the tools from. Wherever creatures such as he create their forms for this world. You sit silently on the stone as your hair falls away, and you marvel at the lightness of it and the soft curl of it against the side of your face and the warming mist on the back of your neck, and for the first time in too long you smile. It isn’t how things are done, usually, but it feels too much better for you to care. You mourn what was lost in the Blue Mountains, yes, but never had you thought to do so publicly like this. If people assume that is what this is, well, that is for them to think. You don’t care.

“It’s a little thing,” he says, so quietly you doubt it’s meant for you at all. “But most beginnings are.” He brushes the last loose hairs from your shoulders and nudges you over the edge of the stone to see your reflection in the still water. “You greatly resemble your mother like this,” he comments, and you whirl to stare at him. He smiles. “I have been a friend to the people on these waters for many years. I don’t show myself often, but I know many of the folk here.”

You talk with him well into the day, after that, and the sun burns away the worst of the mist once the rain eases, and you sit and talk and walk a short ways along the lake with its guardian. You think he enjoys the conversation. You hope so. He doesn’t much resemble most of the tales you have heard of him, but he is kind, as they say, and he laughs easily and lets you ask far too many questions, even if some of his answers are rather opaque.

You don’t tell many of the meeting, even years later, but you hold it close to your heart. You tell your father, and he believes you easily and goes out alone on the lake the next day, a small offering in the style of the men of Lake-town in hand like you haven’t seen him do in a very long time. You almost think it’s strange, how many ways the spirit reminds you of your mother, but perhaps there is reason enough for that.

It’s centuries before you see him again, but even then he remembers you, and you smile, and talk with him long into the night.

#ask games #est #my stories #she is. not fantastic after coming home but! she's working on it. a little #ty friend 💚#also plane one #i should have a rivermaid tag

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nightismyhaven · 1 year

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3.3 Interlude Archon Quest Spoilers

I finished the quest yesterday morning and I needed time to process it all but over all I rate it 8/10 could've been better and more fleshed out but I love it anyways. So to my thoughts.

So Nahida preserved the memories of Wanderer through storytelling didn't she? So what if the story of the five kasen still remains?

The lady that talked to us in the end. I first thought it was Alice but then realized the voice doesn't match so there's a high chance it was Istaroth or maybe another god that is responsible for the weaving of fate and destiny.

This quest now that I think about it is kinda like in greek myths. Basically in greek myths you can't change a prophecy your fate (the greeks has the three sisters by the way and if I remember correctly the norse mythology also has one with Frigga and threads of fate and with hoyo referencing Odin well maybe there is a goddess of fate (do correct me if I'm wrong)

Contrary to what other people think, I think that this is the better way for Wanderer to continue on. He still shoulders the sins of his past (him telling Traveller to tell the descendants of the bladesmiths about the truth) and we now are not on opposing sides. He may not be as powerful now but one less puppet for the Doctor to experiment on the better.

Niwa and Katsuragi not being the same person kinda feels pointless since they were not properly fleshed out as individual characters but not gonna lie I cried a bit (also niwa with the gozaru fuuuu- as a kazuha main I cry) but asides that I love the found family they got with Wanderer. Makes me emotional when I think about what could have happened if things were better.

Which brings me to my next point. At first I thought Wanderer suddenly deciding to erase his existence is kinda sudden but then when I think about it more I guess there was a part of himself that is still in denial about the three betrayals and that deep down he hopes that his family doesn't hate him which turns out to be true and because of that lingering attachments he hoped that by erasing himself from Irminsul would actually save them and give them a chance of a full life.

Which brings up another point that Wanderer is hella depressed. He knows that at that time that he is now weak and already served his purpose him wanting to basically die is something that we already know since his teaser. So his thought process is probably that since he is now useless and served no purpose it would be better to erase himself from existence and potentially save those he once treated as family.

And of course there's the fact that I think there is still one thing that prevents him from truly being free. And that is his desire for revenge. He still wants revenge and now it's towards the fatui and at the very least Dotorre so I don't think his story is over yet. And besides we still don't have his story quest yet do we?

And lastly... Anyone else creeped out by the way he acted? Like not really creeped but more like unnerved? I mean that was probably his personality before everything but holy crap it scared me and made me so paranoid I basically thought he was luring us in then when we lower down our guard he's gonna kill us.

#genshin impact #genshin theory #wanderer #niwa #katsuragi #tatarasuna #dottore #3.3 spoilers #genshin 3.3 #aaaaaahhhhhhhhh #I can't take this man #wanderer's story is far from finished #he's gonna come back!!!

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sanyu-thewitch05 · 1 year

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Shower Time 🚿

Tw: kidnapping, masturbation, dubcon

"Wake up, Cherry. I need to know what your order is from Chick-fil-a," David says, rubbing my left thigh gently.

My eyes shoot open, and I lift my head.

"David, what the hell?! Why am I in your car?" I yell, looking at my surroundings. "And whose shirt is this?"

"It's mine, dear. I put it over you because I wasn't going to let anyone else see your cute little lingerie," David flirts, squeezing Cherie's thigh. "Anyway, I just wanted to wake you up and chat. I already know what you order from here."

David pulls up to the drive-through and gives his order. The worker squeals as she sees David.

"Oh my god, what is someone like you doing here?" The girl asks while tapping her iPad.

"I'm here to get food for my girlfriend," David answers, giving his signature smile.

Cherie slides down the seat and puts a hand over her face.

"Oh my god, Cherie! Cherie Jones! I can't believe you're dating someone like him. I'm proud of you, cus!" The worker says, waving to her cousin.

"Hi, Marie," Cherie groans, revealing her face.

"Oh, you two are family? Well, I will just say that I've been treating her well since the day I met her." David states, kissing the back of Cherie's hand. "By the way, how much will it cost?"

"$20.50. Please pull up to the next window, and hopefully, I'll see you at the next family event." Marie cheers, waving goodbye to David and her cousin.

"Your family seems to be a wonderful bunch," David compliments, kissing Cherie's cheek.

"Why did my black ass have to catch your attention?" Cherie grumbles, turning away from him and looking out the window.

"Hey! I'm not that bad! Besides, our date seems to be going well so far. Even Felicity is enjoying being in the car with me," David says, pulling up to the window to pay for his food and receive it. "Thank you, have a great day!"

David pulls away from Chick-fil-a and drives to his house, or what Cherie calls it, a mansion.

"David, do you even have a job besides posting thirst traps all day?" Cherie randomly asks, still looking out the window.

"I'm a model, a very good one, by the way. Being an influencer is just a hobby," David answers, turning right to turn into his driveway. "But, you could call me a nepo baby, considering my dad is the famous actor Archie Lovington."

"What?!" Cherie screams in shock.

"Yeah, I thought you knew. Though considering how you are, you probably don't follow many influencers. But, luckily for you, I have a surprise for you."

"Is it something sexual again?"

"No, though it could be if you want."

"Fuck you, David."

"Gladly."

David pulls into his driveway and unbuckles Cherei and Felicity. The minute Cherie is inside, he takes off her shirt. He leads her inside the bathroom and turns on the shower.

"Since you gladly asked for me to get fucked, I think this part of our date is doing some intimate activities. Besides, I looked up your calendar and saw today was wash day. Though, I stopped you from finishing it," David says, taking off the rest of his clothes. "I figured you could use a bit of help in the back."

"How many hair products do you have?" Cherie asks, looking at the giant collection of haircare products in the shower.

"Everything I thought you might like," David answers, backing Cherie's ass up onto his crotch. "Now then, keep close to me like this. I wouldn't want you to fall."

Cherie's body tenses and she grabs a shampoo bottle next to her. She puts some into her hands and gets the front part of her hair while David gets the back. Surprisingly, David is good at shampooing and washing the suds out of Cherie's hair.

"Cherry Babe, what conditioner do you want?" David asks, gently squeezing her ass to get her attention.

"The As I Am conditioner, please?" Cherie squeaks, surprised by his actions.

"Good choice!" David exclaims, slapping her ass. "Here, I'll do the work this time. Feel free to let your hands wander until we wash the conditioner out."

David takes Cherie's right hand and puts it on his tip.

"DAVID!" Cherie screams in shock.

"Sorry, Cherry. I love messing with you," David replies, kissing her neck. "Though I would appreciate it if I got a little reward for helping you out."

David holds her still and begins to thrust his dick between her thighs. He fondles Cherie’s tits, flicking and rubbing the nipple.

“Damn, a thigh job is better than any blow job I could’ve imagined from you!” David moans, speeding up the pace as his climax builds. “Honestly, it wouldn’t matter if I got you pregnant anyway. Our baby would grow up with everything she could want.”

“David, my career is-I can’t argue against that besides my financial independence,” Cherie says, grinding against David since that’s the only thing she can do.

“Great! I’ll make a reminder to breed you when you’re very fertile!” David cheers, cumming on Cherie’s folds as he climaxes, making his semen almost go into Cherie.

Cherie feels his hot cum on her vagina, and she screams. She turns around, slaps David, and runs out of the shower.

“Cherie, wait!” David says, grabbing her hand.

“David! Don’t cum that close to my vagina ever again! I don’t want to be pregnant right now!” Cherie yells, snatching her hand from David.

“Oh…I understand. I can wait until marriage to have a baby if you want?” David offers.

“That would be nice,” Cherie responds, walking closer to him. “Can you finish the rest of my hair?”

“Aww, of course, Cherry Babe,” David coos rubbing her wet head. “I’ll clean up the mess I made too.”

The two go back into the shower and get comfortable in each other's embrace.

“I shouldn’t like you, but somehow I do,” Cherie comments, looking up at David who has a shower head in his hands.

“I knew you’d fall for me!” David cheers, washing the rest of the conditioner out. “Here’s a little celebration reward.”

David takes the shower head and puts it under Cherie’s pussy, letting the water hit her vagina.

“David!” Cherie screams, feeling a little bit silly.

#Cherry Babe #my OC Cherie Jones #my OC David Love #yandere boyfriend

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luverofralts · 2 years

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Arkhelios University

“I’m so glad you invited me over, I’ve never met a demon before. Well, a full demon that is, and one that’s not hiding what they are like Kamalani. Is it offensive if I ask to touch his horns? Just really quickly, nothing weird or anything.”

Ironman’s iron lips curved into a small smile. Servos weren’t naturally gifted with a wide range of facial movements, but Abraham hadn’t been satisfied with his creation until it could smile, frown and blink.

“Don’t touch his horns,” he advised, wrapping his metallic arms around his significant other. “Don’t stare either. If you have to speak, address Lucy. She has enough respect for me that she’ll go easy on you if you make a mistake. Remember, if this is a dead end, we can always try something else, but demons came through for Oriana, I don’t see why they couldn’t do the same for us.”

Nikolai nodded.

“Got it.”

“What time did you tell him to meet us?” Lucy asked angrily. “It’s already ten. Does he really think we have nothing better to do on a Saturday than wait for him?”

She leaned back in her chair while Michael, the head of her branch of demonic law, sighed beside her.

“He’s Kamalani’s son,” he groaned. “I’d expect nothing less. We’ll be lucky if he arrives sober and in appropriate attire. Dorhack’s circus of a family has always been difficult to tolerate. Every last one of them is convinced that the law doesn’t apply to them.”

“Sounds like Roman,” Lucy agreed. “Hopefully learning proper demonic magic in a formal setting will save Theo from following in his father’s footsteps.”

Michael sighed again, tapping his pen against the table irritably.

“There isn’t a school in existence that can fix Dorhack’s line.”

“Hey! I’m here!, I brought pie!”

Roman bounded into the room, holding a pie and looking flustered.

“Finally!” Lucy snapped. “We’ve been waiting forever.”

“Ironman wanted berry pie. It had to cool down before I could bring it,” Roman replied defensively. “I’m only twenty minutes late, calm down.”

“Who cares about the wants of a servo?” Michael demanded, straightening up in his chair to look imposing. “They can’t taste anything, and food is just wasted on them.”

“Ironman’s not like other servos,” Roman insisted, pulling up a seat at the table and shooting Lucy a dirty look.

“He’s right,” Lucy replied, looking sheepishly away from her boss. “He’s a part of the family and he taught Roman everything he knows about cooking. It may be dumb, but Ironman has always eaten dinner with us.”

Roman nodded approvingly. Ironman had helped Abe in so many ways while he was pregnant with Theo, and had risked his own safety to go into hiding with Theo while Roman and Abe faced down Kamalani. Theo owed his life to that servo and Roman would never forget it. Ironman had been there for all of Elaine’s children, including Lucy, and he deserved to be treated like a proper Helios.

“Is this everything?” Roman asked, looking at the mountain of paper sitting before him.

“Every document related to your mother’s legal history,” Lucy confirmed. “I have a disk with all of this digitized, but I find it’s helpful to start with paper and then reference the digital copies. It’s easier to understand when it’s all spread out like this.”

Roman stared at the stacks of paper nervously. He’d insisted on knowing the contents of his mother’s legal file and begged Lucy to explain them to him, but now that it was all here right in front of him, he was overwhelmed. Maybe this was a mistake. Maybe it would be best if he just made an excuse and bolted from the house entirely.

No. You need to know this. This is important. How bad could it really be?

“You’re still wearing that ring you found,” Roman suddenly blurted, seeing the ring sparkle in the sunlight on Lucy’s hand. He tried to focus on the paper Lucy had shoved at him, but his mind kept wandering.

“Of course, it’s mine,” she replied, still glowering at him for being late and now for asking stupid questions. “It’s Osbert’s that he was planning to give to Jolanda. He said himself that I could keep it, so it’s none of your business. Turn to the index sheet already; I’m not spending all day looking at papers with you.”

“It looks pretty worn about the edges, and the inscription was worn off when you found it. How could it have been a gift that Jolanda never received and be that damaged? It looks like someone wore it everyday for years.”

Roman had an idea of who Osbert had really bought the ring for and his mind refused to focus on the task at hand as long as Lucy was wearing it. Had that ring been on his mother’s finger? Was it so worn from her wearing it every single day, dreaming about the perfect life she was going to have with Osbert? When had she lost it in the cavern under the Helios house? How could she have given up on finding something so dear to her? Did she do it on purpose? Was this another clue that his mother had left him to follow? If so, what did it mean?

It was a relief to have all these crumbs of his mother’s life to piece together. In a way, he felt closer to her than he ever had while living with her. She was leaving a trail for him because he was smart enough and worthy enough to figure it out. Abe was wrong to have his doubts about these clues. They were clearly meant for him.

“Roman, I swear to god, I’m going to stab you with a kitchen knife if you don’t start paying attention!”

Roman’s focus snapped back to Lucy, who looked like she might actually follow through on her threat at any second.

“Sorry, sorry. I’m paying attention.”

“Turn to the index page that addresses your mother’s deals involving acquiring property!”

For an agonizing eternity, Roman listened to Lucy ramble on about every single deal his mother had made that involved vacation properties, and then rental properties, and then farmhouses...it never seemed to end.

“Can we please discuss more interesting deals,” Roman begged, catching Lucy before she began reciting case numbers. “I don’t care if she made a deal with someone to buy a boat or a house or anything else. What are the important deals? What was her first or last deal? Anything other than this!”

Lucy and Michael shared a nasty glance, but Lucy put down the sheet she was holding and reached for a new folder.

“Fine, it will get us out of here faster. You can’t file a complaint against us for an incomplete appointment if you order us to skip details. Keep that in mind.”

Like I’m ever going to file a complaint about you. I tried appealing a case you pushed through and look where that got me.

“Yes, fine, I understand,” Roman sighed. “What’s her oldest deal? Do we know how old she is? I’ve seen pictures of her with Grandma that I don’t understand at all.”

“Unlike your own situation, demons tend to have children much later in life than humans,” Michael helpfully supplied, ignoring the dirty look Roman was giving him. “Dorhack has only two recorded children. As one of the Great demons, his true age has been lost to time and known only to him and his contemporaries. Your mother’s age has been estimated to be around two hundred and ninety-seven. Approximately, that is. There was no public filing of her birth or a listing of her potential mother or father. Your mother first appears on record when she comes of age and performs her first deal. Usually that’s around age nineteen or so, but it can vary.”

“My mom is almost three hundred years old?” Roman gasped. He’d been guessing that she might be closer to eighty or ninety years, but nearly three hundred? “How old are you?”

“I know that you weren’t brought up with our customs, but surely you can appreciate a demon’s desire to avoid that question,” Michael replied politely, returning his attention to the files in front of him. “Her first recorded deal was the resurrection of a woman’s young son in exchange for her soul. The resurrection was incomplete and the soul shattered upon removal. A spectacular failure and a source of great shame for her father.”

“I’m glad I’m not the only one in this family who can’t get anything right,” Roman mumbled to himself. His mother always managed to make him feel small and unimportant, but she had started out just like him.

“Second deal, eternal beauty of a young girl in exchange for twenty years off of her life. Resulted in intense scarring of the subject and Kamalani Romana being sentenced to a ban on deal making until a training course had been completed. Third deal-”

“Wait, Kamalani Romana?” Roman interrupted quickly, earning him another dirty look from the impatient demon. “Her maiden name is Romana? I could be named Roman Romana? Or maybe Roman Romana the Great?”

“It’s her middle name, stupid. Great demons don’t have last names. That’s why she’s so attached to Bellamy,” Lucy replied irritably. “Why do you think people call him Dorhack the Great and your mom just ‘Kamalani’?”

“She named me after herself,” Roman said incredulously. “I’m not named after a painter, I’m named after her! She gave me her own name, Lucy!”

Lucy took one look at the excitement on Roman’s face and sighed.

“Oh god, not this again. Roman, your mom doesn’t care about you. Just give it up already.”

A small knock on the wall interrupted Lucy’s impending tirade. An extremely shy looking Nikolai Bagpuss stood before the group, holding a slice of pie in his hand.

“Um, I was wondering if maybe we could take a break, and I could talk to Professor Hobbs over some pie? There’s something that Ironman and I would like to talk to him about.”

Lucy took this interruption as her opportunity to leave the discussion and sit out by the pool to relax with a slice of pie. With any luck, Roman would get bored of his official consultation and run off to find Abe. Maybe she could call Abe and have him bring the kids over for a swim. Anything to get out of a nice Saturday going over case law with Roman.

“I got your message about the berry pie. I hope I got the right berries; I haven’t been able to go to the grocery store this week. Three kids keep me pretty busy most days,” Roman said, watching Ironman sample his work.

“These are agreeable,” Ironman confirmed, baffling the demon watching him curiously. “Maybe blueberries next time?”

“Do you have a preference for blueberries?” Michael asked curiously and Roman could see him mentally taking notes about the strange, eating robot. “Are they a favourite because of the taste or are you suggesting them for their nutritional value or specific chemistry?”

“I like the way they interact with my food processor,” Ironman replied. “They are a favourite of Theo’s as well. As a baby, he used to mash them into my face plate, so I suppose they remind me of him. Now Elaine has always preferred strawberries and I-”

“He gets the point,” Roman interrupted, gesturing towards the baffled demon with his head. “I’ll add some blueberries next time, maybe on Friday when Theo comes home from school. You should probably just ask Mr. Hobbs your question before Lucy comes back. I’m getting the feeling that this appointment isn’t going to run for the allotted time.”

“It’s Professor Hobbs, Doctor Hobbs if that title doesn’t suit you,” the demon stressed, looking at Roman like he was an idiot. Roman could see why Lucy’s coworkers loved her. This Michael was just slightly less intimidating than she was on a bad day.

“Dr. Hobbs, I wanted to ask about the feasibility of...of having a child of my own,” Ironman said nervously. “My ex-partner Oriana did her best to research whether it was possible scientifically, but I feel that her heart may have been conflicted and she may have missed an opportunity. She seemed to be focused on having a human baby with her own ex-partner, so I hoped to confirm her findings with an expert. Is it possible for a servo to reproduce, and if so, what is the cost of such a deal?”

Both Roman and Michael looked baffled at the idea of a servo asking such a question. Roman felt bad for Ironman. For generations, the servo had raised the children of others, even promising to raise Theo alone if the Helios family had been destroyed by Dorhack or Kamalani. Having a child was one of the reasons that Oriana had pulled away from him, though Roman couldn’t disagree with Ironman’s opinion that Oriana had just gotten more excited at the idea of scientifically creating life and having a piece of Benvolio with her. It wasn’t really like Oriana to be a hands on parent, and even Juliet, who Oriana had spent months trying to break the laws of science to create, was ultimately mostly as ignored as Nickolas had been.

Beside Roman, Michael looked baffled at the question. He had always known that Lucy came from a non-traditional family, but the food loving family servo wanted to create a family of his own? If there had been a single case to establish a precedent, Michael had never come across it.

“Do you have anything to offer a demon?” he asked, as politely as he could. Perhaps this human like servo would be as offended as a human would be if he just flat out asked if the servo had a soul or biological energy to harvest. The humans didn’t tend to like being reminded that demons required something in return for their magic.

Ironman looked helplessly at Roman for a suggestion, but Roman was at a loss.

“Do you have an internal email address, or other method of communication?” Michael asked finally after enduring an awkward silence. “Since you mean so much to our dear Lucy, I’ll make some calls. I know a few necromancers that might be eager to experiment with biological material.”

“Uh, thanks?” Roman replied nervously. Demons were one thing, but necromancers?

Roman was cut off by the sound of loud, happy squeals.

“Pool party with Aunt Lucy!”

Roman briefly saw his son run by in his bathing suit, ready to jump straight into Elaine’s pool. Abe appeared a few seconds later, his arms full of wiggling toddlers trying to follow their brother.

“Lucy called you to get out of our meeting?” Roman asked wearily, and Abe nodded.

“It was apparently urgent and important that we all come swim. I take it you’re done with your meeting?“

“Leave the girls with Lucy and come get some pie,” Roman said, gesturing to Lucy’s empty seat. “I did manage to find something interesting.”

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