#the way this doesn't even go over sharpening all that well sigh ....

[pomefioredove]

movie night

summary: vil devotes his time to showing you all the movies you haven't seen yet type of post: short fic characters: vil schoenheit additional info: romantic, FLUFF, reader is yuu, reader is gender neutral, kinda short author's note: I so often think about how yuu is completely unfamiliar with pop culture in twisted wonderland. vil would lose his mind if he found out you hadn't seen a single movie yet. in my heart I know he's a little nerdy about it

It's to be expected.

Of course. Of course you haven't had the time or the means.

It's perfectly reasonable that you'd put your studies and social obligations before leisure time. He understands.

But hearing you so openly admit that you haven't seen a single movie since arriving in this world, let alone one of his, doesn't sit well with Vil Schoenheit.

As it turns out, the mythological being who doesn't spend their free time absorbed in media is real, and they're standing right in front of him with an apologetic smile.

Oh, you poor, poor thing.

Even after the conversation dies and you part ways on good terms, Vil can't shake this odd, itchy feeling.

He wonders what it must be like- not understanding anyone's references, being left out of conversations, still so dependent on a culture that doesn't even exist here.

Is there something wrong with the people you spend your time with? Surely at least one of them would take the time to show you the classics. Just one.

No wonder everyone regards you as naive and innocent. No one's taken the time to explain anything about this world to you. And he's sure that extends far beyond cinema...

"What is this?"

It's the first thing you ask when he opens the door to you. Ever curious, ever clueless.

"Is that a rhetorical question?" he says, looking thoroughly unamused with your naivete.

A projector. A white screen. And a tray full of luxury skincare essentials that he'll be sure to test on you while you're distracted.

"Seriously," you say. "What's going on? Your message was really vague."

He sighs. "Oh, goodness, just come inside,"

Vil sits you down on the edge of his bed and hands you a plush headband to push your hair out of your eyes. He's more than pleased at your lack of protests thus far, and continues to take advantage of your willingness while smearing a sweet-smelling face mask over your cheeks.

"It needs to set before we start,"

"Start what?"

Vil smirks, standing and drifting across the room to a large wardrobe- no, a cabinet. He opens it- no, a shelf. Packed full of DVDs, arranged by date and in pristine condition.

"Wow, Vil. I never took you for a nerd,"

His gaze sharpens. "Hardly. And try not to talk so much right now, you'll crack the mask,"

He hums merrily, delicate fingers dancing over the smooth plastic cases before stopping at a soft white one. "This'll do,"

You watch as Vil returns to your side, carefully inspects your face, and then walks back around to tinker with the projector. You, of course, wait patiently, hands folded neatly in your lap as the screen ahead of you comes to life.

He turns off the lights and sits beside you as a white light illuminates your face, turning the hue of the mask a strange color.

"This is a classic," he whispers. "It's the first film I remember loving."

"It's that good?"

He chuckles. "No, it's quite outdated, and terribly unfunny. I'm just fond of it,"

If there's anything Vil Schoenheit is, it's honest. The entire black and white picture (which you surmise is quite old by Twisted Wonderland standards) is heaped with unfunny and confusing references, terribly paced, and acted like a primary school play.

And yet, there's a sense of warmth that permeates the external terribleness of it, that of which takes form in each of Vil's awkward laughs.

You revel in each of his little comments, his tidbits about the actors, his trivia about the production. He certainly seems to know what he's talking about, and his grace and confidence almost distract you from how nerdy he's really being.

Though, he's really not paying close attention to the screen. Vil seems far more interested in watching you, your reactions, almost as if searching for some kind of approval in the expressions you make. Do you laugh at this joke? Do you ask about this plot twist? Do you enjoy this song?

It's a completely alien experience, having him looking to you for validation, although you make sure to comment on how much you enjoyed yourself. Just to see him smile again.

"Same time next week, then," he says. "One movie won't be enough to catch you up on decades of pop culture, after all."

And thus, a tradition is born.

It's strange for him to think about how you've made yourself a home in his schedule. Wedged between expensive photo shoots and meetings with luxury brands, there's you. One single name in the same spot every week.

He couldn't admit it, but you've quickly become the highlight of his calendar.

"And this is just after they transitioned to movies with sound. It was a grand extinction event, not every studio nor star survived," he says, nodding to the screen ahead.

You hum in agreement. Your eyes are heavier than usual, and you're leaning against your elbow, absent-mindedly agreeing with everything he says.

A part of Vil wants to tease you for finding his taste in film boring, but he's not even sure if you have the mental capacity to listen to big words right now.

"Sleepy?"

"Grim kept waking me up last night..." you sigh. "I'm paying attention, I promise."

He watches you lie through your teeth, and then he watches as your words grow heavy and your body slumps over, awkwardly positioned against his.

Vil sighs- whatever is he going to do with you and that terrible sleep schedule of yours?- and readjusts so that your head is neatly set in the crook of his neck and your body is comfortably fit against his.

He finishes the movie, and lets the screen play the menu sequence over and over again. It's not really worth waking you up over, after all.

You're so cute when you're sleeping.

He hates himself for thinking that. You're perfectly inelegant- awkwardly breathing, practically drooling. And yet, he could stay here for the rest of the night and not wholly regret it in the morning. He just wishes you'd picked a better time to fall asleep on him.

Someday, he'd gladly return to bed to cuddle with you after he'd done his evening routine.

But... just this once, he'll let it go.

#had a rough day yesterday and I use this blog to decompress #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #vil schoenheit x reader

[confessedlyfannish]

Writing Prompt #11

It's an innocent ("please," Jason sneers, "there's nothing innocent about a plagiaristic propaganda machine encouraging minors to dance for sick ol' pervs while it spews misogynistic hate speech.'"

"okay, boomer,"

"the fuck did you just call me, replacement?") TikTok, one of those ones that kind of simmers in the background for a few weeks until someone with a decent enough following posts it on the Platform Formerly Known as Twitter and from there it seriously catches traction, blowing up until Tim knocks on Bruce's office door, phone in hand. Damian stands behind him, arms crossed and clearly simmering.

Bruce, fresh off a series of zoom conferences, raises an eyebrow.

"Okay, so you haven't seen it," Tim decides, striding forward.

Bruce's eyebrow jumps a smidge higher, on the edge of concern, as Tim thrusts his phone into his grasp.

"So," he begins, reaching over to refresh the mobile page "there's a video that's been making the rounds on Twitter and—well you should probably see it," He sighs over Damian's scoff as he clicks through the pop-up asking him to sign in or join TikTok, and presses "Watch Again", unmuting the video.

🎶 "Doo, badoo-badoo-badoo Badoo-badoo-badoo-badoo,"🎶 an upbeat background song hums as someone, presumably a student, films a school hallway with their phone. They walk past students talking near their lockers, some of whom flash peace signs and silly grins as the camera swings their way before continuing on.

But the main point Bruce gets stuck on is the all lowercase white text at the center of the screen that an automated woman's voice awkwardly narrates:

"when you go to school with bruce wayne's other long lost lovechild"

The student filming comes up behind a much taller student who faces away from him, in conversation with a black haired pale teenaged girl. She spots the cameraman and shoots him a confused, disgruntled look, saying something to the boy who then turns around.

Bruce quietly observes as the camera zooms in on a boy around Tim's page, possibly older. Tall and broad-shouldered, with a strong jaw, he raises an eyebrow at the one filming, looking beyond the camera, pitch black hair with blue undertones falling into his blue eyes. The camera momentarily zooms too far into those eyes then abruptly pulls back as he quirks a puzzled smile at the viewer, mouthing out an easily understandable "hi?".

The TikTok ends and seamlessly transitions to a person balancing their cat on an exercise ball with minimal success and this time Bruce presses the Watch Again button. The heart on the right side claims 750k likes.

Damian scoffs, louder, as it ends. "Clearly it is a hoax, but it has been popular among my classmates."

"The board hasn't made much noise about it—" Tim starts.

"And they won't," Bruce says, lifting his eyes from his phone. "Wayne Industries doesn't give statements on videos like these, no matter how viral they become. I've been getting lovechild claims since before I adopted Dick."

Which Tim knows, which is why his insistence on showing Bruce this one raises his hackles. He pins Tim down with a stare and despite Tim's perfected PR mask, he can see Tim is unsettled.

"B...he really, really looks like you." Tim admits. Damian scoffs for a third time and Tim shoots him a glare, "I get it, you don't see it, but you haven't seen the pictures of Bruce when he was younger."

"I don't need to!" Damian says angrily. "You're all being ridiculous!"

"All?" Bruce asks. Tim shifts awkwardly. "The family group chat has been talking," he says.

"I see," Bruce says. Because he does. Many claim Damian to be his doppelganger, but the boy actually favors Talia not just in skin tone but in the shape and color of his eyes, as well as the soft slope of her mouth and ears. Whether those features will sharpen once he goes through puberty is anyone's guess.

But this young man has Bruce's eyes. Martha's eyes.

That night they have a suspiciously full house for dinner, with even Jason dropping in, but no one says anything until Barbara wheels in for dessert, carrying a manila folder on her lap.

"What?" she says, when everyone stares. "Dick told me it was crème brûlée today!"

Bruce extends a hand wordlessly, and Barbara sheepishly hands the folder over.

"Bruce," she says, before he can open it, "I wouldn't have looked into this normally, but,"

"Just say it," Jason says, leaning back in his chair. "Take away the gray hairs, the receding hairline, and the wrinkles and the kid's a dead match."

"Take it back, Todd," Damian growls, "Father has a very full head of hair!"

"Not to mention a failed track record at keeping it in his pants, Exhibit A," Jason continues, pointing a fork at Damian, "oh wait," he says gleefully, "kid is definitely 18, so I guess that would make you Exhibit B!"

The table erupts, cutlery tinkling as Damian gets a knee up on the table to hurl himself at a cackling Todd, Dick jumping up to grab him as the others lean out of the way—

"Ahem!" Everyone stops cold as Alfred stands in the doorway, porcelain ramekins of crème brûlée stacked perfectly on a silver tray. Under his gaze, everyone sits back down, Damian and Jason both quietly uttering a "Sorry Alfie/Alfred," as they straighten up.

Bruce is oblivious to the chaos, Barbara biting her lip beside him as he stares blankly inside the folder at the printed copy of an adoption certificate.

Two days and several million likes later, another TikTok goes viral from the same user. Caught in the moment as whoever is filming runs up to the group, the same young man is chatting with a blonde in a red letterman jacket, a partially formed crowd around them. Even with one leg still in the cafeteria table, he towers over everyone.

"—sh. Look, we're all possibly Bruce Wayne's son!" the boy snarks. He has his hands out, palms up as if he's making a great point, and as he looks around he catches sight of the cameraman and his smirk drops.

"Ah Mac, c'mon dude not again—" and the TikTok ends.

#danny phantom #batman #dp x dc #dp x dc au #dp x dc prompt #dp x dc crossover #bruce wayne #jason todd #danny fenton #my writing

[favoniuscodex]

guardian angel [ genshin scenarios ]

summary: overprotectiveness isn't the cutest, but it's endearing to know that your boyfriend has your best interests in mind (aka instances where the boys are (healthily) protective of you).

characters: alhaitham, childe, cyno, diluc, xiao w/ a gn!reader

warnings: implied catcalling/harassment (alhaitham), intimidation (childe), exhaustion (cyno), minor injuries (diluc), threat of hilichurl attack (xiao). no angst endings.

word count: 3.4k

a/n: this one won the poll, so it's first up! hope u enjoy! thanks to @/spiriteddreams reading over alhaitham's part for me beforehand!!!

-- alhaitham --

Alhaitham enjoys sticking to routines. Thus, when you disrupt his routine of meeting him after work in order to walk home together, he is annoyed, but his brain is quick to rationalize it. They are probably just busy with work or they left work early, Alhaitham justifies. However, there is a less rational part of him that gnaws at his sanity, telling him that something is wrong.

He takes his usual path home, making it only a short distance before he feels arms wrap around his waist. Alhaitham stiffens in response to the sudden touch. But, as he looks down and realizes its just you, mouthing words that he can't hear due to the music playing through his headphones, Alhaitham pauses his music. He pushes one of his earpieces off his ear in order to hear you properly and parts his lips to speak, but an unfamiliar voice cuts through your reunion with Alhaitham.

"Look, he didn't even respond to your greeting," a man proclaims far too haughtily and assuming for Alhaitham's liking. "That's not your boyfriend. But it's okay, sweetheart, I can make sure you're not singl-"

Alhaitham doesn't have time for this nonsense. Don't get him wrong -- he has all the time in the world for you and anything you're excited about, but your distressed expression at the man's words has Alhaitham protectively wrapping an arm around you before turning around to face the mystery man obviously provoking you.

"Are you calling my partner a liar?" Alhaitham immediately challenges, narrowed eyes sharpening the intensity of his multicolored glare. Your harasser blinks a few times, slowly coming to a fearful recognition of who Alhaitham is.

"My apologies, Acting Grand Sag-" the man begins.

"Don't apologize to me. Apologize to them."

"I am sorry!" the man cries, but Alhaitham can't quite be bothered to hear the man grovel for forgiveness. Alhaitham looks down at you, deciding to let you make the call.

"Would you prefer for me to handle this or would you rather just go home?" Alhaitham asks you softly, looking at you over his shoulder. "I am content with either option."

"Um," you begin, peering around Alhaitham to glance at the man once more, who seems to be trying not to collapse in fear. "Just... Let's just go home. He won't mess with me again, and I'm hungry."

An affectionate, soft smile appears on Alhaitham's face at your words as he realizes you're just as attached to your little routines with him as he is. Thus, with all the venom he can muster in his expression, he turns back to the nervous man.

"If I see you anywhere around here again, I will ensure that you will be dealt with swiftly," Alhaitham promises, and the man nods before scampering off like a coward. As soon as the man is out of sight, Alhaitham sighs and grabs your hand. The action sends your heart aflutter, due to Alhaitham not frequently initiating public displays of affection.

"Are you alright?" He asks, using a gentle voice you don't hear all too often from him. You nod, and he smiles softly once more before giving your hand a gentle squeeze. "Very well then. If anyone else tries to make trouble for you, let me know and I'll handle it."

"Wow," you breathe teasingly. "Alhaitham willingly taking on extra work?"

Alhaitham sighs, but you notice the way a smirk threatens to flash across his features at your playful words.

"I'd work forever if it meant you'd be happy," Alhaitham says, and you playfully place your free hand over your heart, pretending to swoon.

"I think that's the most romantic thing you've ever said," you say with a giggle, relishing in the way Alhaitham rolls his eyes at your words.

"Let's go home. I have biryani planned for dinner."

"Biryani? I changed my mind -- that's the most romantic thing you've ever said."

You get a rare chuckle out of Alhaitham as he guides you home, walking close to you and protectively holding onto your hand tightly in case any more trouble comes along for the two of you.

-- childe --

"Pardon me for interrupting," a silky voice croons from behind where you and Childe stand. "I was hoping to have a word with our dearest Tartaglia."

Childe's grip on your hand tightens as his playful expression turns steely at the sound of the voice. He gives you a cautious glare, before plastering the fakest smile you've ever seen on his face.

"Give me a moment, babe," he murmurs lowly to you, practically speaking through gritted teeth, before turning to face a man you've never seen before. Of course, arriving at Zapolyarny Palace on the Tsaritsa's request practically demanded that you would meet new people, but few were able to evoke such a strong reaction from Childe like this man was.

The stranger adjusts his silver-framed glasses and smiles sweetly at you.

"Apologies for my rudeness, I do not believe we have met," he says, eerily reminding you of a viper waiting to strike. "I am Pantalone, ninth of the Fatui Harbingers. And you are..?"

You look over at Childe, who glances at you out of the side of his eye. You respond curtly, giving the man just your first name, and he laughs.

"I understand your hesitation to divulge answers, but your relationship with Tartaglia is quite evident already. Any other information I wish to find out about you I can do so with ea-"

"Spit it out, Pantalone. What do you want?" Childe asks, and you wonder if your boyfriend has lost his mind at how rudely he is speaking to his superior. However, Pantalone seems to pay it no mind, finding the conversation all the more amusing.

"My my, you're much more friendly Pulcinella and Capitano than you are with me. How tragic. I simply wished to discuss finances with you. Is that such a crime?"

Tartaglia blinks at him, taking a slight step forward and sheltering part of your frame behind him.

"We can discuss it at the Fatui meeting tomorrow. Considering you're a higher rank than me, you shouldn't require my input," Childe says, and Pantalone laughs once more. It is a dry type of laugh, as if he's never really found anything funny in his life. A conniving smile spreads across Pantalone's face once more.

"I see that you are on the defensive because of the company you currently keep. No worries. We can discuss our matters tomorrow," Pantalone says. He turns around and takes a few steps, before looking over his shoulder at the two of you. Tartaglia's hand moves from holding your own to wrapping protectively around your waist. Your lover straightens his posture, ready for a challenge, but Pantalone simply smiles eerily once more.

"I would be careful about who you show affection with in the Palace," Pantalone warns.

This time, it is your lover's turn to grin widely at his opponent across the hall.

"That's alright. I can fight," Tartaglia promises with an edge to his voice that you rarely hear. Pantalone's expression warps indecipherably at Childe's words. The ninth Harbinger shakes his head before turning and walking away, leaving you and Childe alone in the hall once more.

With his arm still on your waist, Childe leans over and presses a quick kiss to your forehead and smiles down at you.

"If any other Harbingers try to intimidate you, let me know and I'll handle it."

You stare at your lover, narrowing your eyes. "How would you handle it?"

Childe laughs softly. "I wouldn't want to ruin your stellar image of me, would I? Now, c'mon, let's go. This place is eerie."

-- cyno --

"You need to rest."

Your boyfriend's figure looms over your own tired one, multiplying the amount of relieving shade that covers your body. Despite Cyno's order for rest, your pride gets the best of you as you dismissively swat a hand through the air.

"I'm fine," you insist.

"You can barely walk. When was the last time you were even in the desert?"

"Is this a setup for a punchline?" You ask. Your voice almost sounds like a croak, straining from a lack of water. Cyno is quick to respond, pulling his own canteen off his belt and handing it over to you.

"No. It's me caring about you, that's what it is," Cyno crouches down to meet you at eye level. "Drink."

"This is your water. You need it. I'm not drinking it," you say stubbornly and Cyno sighs before pinching the bridge of his nose in annoyance.

"I know the desert well enough to know how to ration my water. I also know it well enough to tell you when to rest and when to drink. Go ahead. I'll be fine."

You narrow your eyes at him, not moving the canteen to your lips. Cyno sighs before plopping down in the shade-cooled sand next to you. In the distance, you watch waves of heat warp the sand dunes on the horizon, and you wonder if you're in over your head. You'll never admit that though. The last thing you wanted was to slow down Cyno on your trip to the desert, but here you are, struggling to bear the heat.

Cyno sits with you in silence for a moment, before splitting the quiet with another question.

"People often say my humor is dry," Cyno says plainly. "But I think it's only dry when it's in the desert."

A small giggle escapes your lips at the awful pun, and Cyno smiles slightly. Cyno looks over at you. He pointedly looks at the canteen in your hands before flickering his piercing gaze up to you. Despite his best attempt, Cyno can't bring himself to stare at you with the same intimidating gaze he uses for criminals. When he clears his throat to speak once more, you interrupt him by lifting the water to your lips, taking a few sips before handing it back to him.

"I can carry you until we reach an oasis. There should be one not too far away, if we're lucky," Cyno offers, and you giggle at his offer. At your laughter, Cyno raises an eyebrow questioningly. You lean forward, hugging your knees close to your chest and smiling at him.

"What's so funny?" Cyno says, and you beam at him.

"Nothing. You're just cute when you're worried about me."

Cyno's eyes widen, before he decides to study the sand instead of your eyes. You watch as his fingers twitch slightly in the sand as he thinks of the words to say.

"'Cute' isn't exactly how most people describe me," Cyno mutters. In your heat-addled haze, you only grin wider at him before closing his canteen and handing it back to him, drawing his attention once more.

"Well, you're cute to me, even if others can't see it," you say. Despite the warmth of your body, you still reach out to grab his hand, lacing your fingers through his.

"Can we rest for a bit here?" You ask sheepishly. "I'm a bit worried I won't be able to walk far if we get up now."

Cyno nods at your words. "Of course. The last thing I want is to overwork yourself. It's okay if we work at different paces - I'll wait for you as long as you need."

Your heart melts at his honest words, so you scoot over to him before laying down in the sand, holding out your arm for him to rest with you. However, he shakes his head, electing to hold your hand instead.

"I'll watch over you while you sleep. Right now, it's my duty to keep you safe."

-- diluc --

"It's just a scratch, 'Luc," you say to the broad-shouldered man currently fretting over your injuries. "I'll be fine, I just need a bandage."

Diluc glares at you with as much vitriol as he can muster towards you -- which isn't much. You're unsure if this type of glare from him would even scare one of the bunnies on the Dawn Winery grasses outside. It certainly isn't the same glare he uses for handling criminals and members of the Abyss. Despite Diluc's efforts to seem intimidating, he's never been able to be mean or intimidating towards you. Thus, you giggle at his expression and his brows furrow.

"This is serious, love. You can't keep going out there and getting injured," Diluc grumbles. "Come on, sit on the bathroom counter."

"One of the maids could've helped me, y'know," you say teasingly before hopping up and resting on the cool marble basin, watching as Diluc's cheeks flush with a faint shade of red. "But you're way cuter."

"Stop trying to distract me," Diluc mutters, voice plagued by his easily flustered state.

"Is it working?" You ask, and your lover falls silent. The color of his cheeks synchronizes with his hair as he furrows his brow, focusing on cleaning up the scraped skin on your arm with a clean cloth. You smile softly at him as he works, unaware of your affectionate gaze towards him.

"How did this happen?" Diluc asks after a few moments of silence. His voice warbles slightly, and it takes everything in you not to pull him in for a hug -- it would only upset your injury, which would upset Diluc further in turn. Guilt washes over you at the sadness in his voice, and you use your uninjured arm to lean forward and ruffle his hair affectionately.

"I just tripped on a branch while out trying to collect some berries. Don't worry, it wasn't anything bad, sweetheart. I promise."

Diluc swallows heavily before nodding. Both of you know why seeing you injured affects him so much, but neither of you dare speak of the causation. Instead, you move your free hand from his hair to his cheek, heart melting at the way his face instinctively leans into it. Diluc reaches behind you to pick up the roll of bandages that one of the maids provided.

"Tell me if this hurts, alright? It should be taut, but it should not hurt," Diluc murmurs, voice deep as he begins to wrap the bandages starting at your wrist. You hum in acknowledgement, but Diluc is far too gentle to cause you any pain. He wraps the bandage up perfectly, staring at his handiwork with narrowed eyes before looking up at you.

"It's perfect," you applaud him and, for the first time since you've shown up injured, Diluc smiles softly at you. "You did wonderful. I feel better already."

"If it causes you any issues, please let me know." He says hurriedly, and you sigh, causing him to look at confusion. You smile wearily at him.

"C'mere," you urge, moving your hand from his cheek towards his tie. Loosely, you grip the knot of the fabric, urging his face towards yours. Your lips meet Diluc's in a loving kiss. You can tell he's caught off guard by it as you hear the hasty slap of his hand against the marble counter behind you as he regains his balance, leaning further into the kiss. Diluc's other hand reaches forward to curl around your cheek and jaw, calloused fingertips delicately gliding against your skin like a restorationist carefully brushing a piece of fine art.

Diluc is a man of quiet intensity, preferring to show his devotion to you through actions rather than words. As he kisses you in this moment, the reverent movement of his lips tells you over and over how much he adores you. The worried tension eases out of his shoulders as he melts into you, parting only when the two of you need to catch your breath. You use this opportunity to press your forehead to Diluc's, staring at him in the eyes.

"'Luc, I'm not going anywhere." You reach up and cradle his hand closer to your face. "I promise."

Diluc's thumb brushes gently back and forth on your cheekbone as he mulls over words to say.

"I know," he sighs, before sounding more firm in his words. "I know. I trust you. I love you."

-- xiao --

You've never been happier to have your boyfriend accompany you on an expedition. Adventurer's Guild commissions were at an all-time high, but danger was also at an unprecedented level. For reasons still unknown to the Guild, Treasurer Hoarder activity was at an unusual high, which made transporting goods and completing commissions that much more difficult.

Plus, it wasn't that often that you got to see Xiao. Warmer months are approaching, which means monster activity will increase, along with the need for commissions. Sure, the two of you would still meet at Wangshu Inn, but your relationship with the adeptus is still rather unconventional. After all, you knew from the start that Xiao wasn't the type of guy who would take you to fancy dinners at Xinyue Kiosk.

Rather, the two of you were perfectly content with eating dinner together on the Wangshu Inn balcony whenever the weather was nice and your schedules coincided. 'Dates' were a foreign concept to Xiao, and you didn't want to urge him out of his comfort zone by surrounding him with other humans. Thus, you found enjoyment in the fact that Xiao was willing to help you with this commission -- it was a more unique date for the two of you.

Yet, as the two of you head north to Qingce Village on a trodden dirt path, Xiao is quick to wrap his arms around you, pinning your hands to your sides and clutching you close.

"Xi-" you begin, but you're cut off by the stomach-whirling sensation of teleporting away. The two of you touch the ground almost instantaneously, but you're left reeling and dazed, not used to the feeling of teleportation. The two of you are now stationed in a cave, and you have no clue how far you've gone.

"What? Aren't you not supposed to teleport me like that?" You breathe, mind still spinning with confusion and disorientation, but Xiao silences you with a finger to his lips. With a single swipe of his hand, his mask reappears on his face, and he's quick to summon his spear.

"Wait here."

You watch, dumbfounded, as your lover teleports away, leaving you alone. Xiao wasn't the type to leave you stranded without good reason, so you sigh and make yourself comfortable on the stone ground of the cave, waiting for him to return.

Minutes later, the yaksha returns. The tip of his spear is stained with something, but you figure it's probably better if you don't pay too much attention to that.

"You are bad at watching the surroundings," Xiao says, looking down at you before wiping his mask away. You look up at him, blinking slowly.

"Wow, thanks," you say sardonically, and Xiao tilts his head, not fully used to human sarcasm.

"There were hilichurls following us," Xiao says, sitting down besides you on the cave floor. "They unsheathed an arrow, so I teleported us away."

"Oh," you say as a devious thought pops into your mind. "Thanks, sweetheart."

At the usage of a pet name, Xiao's face turns scarlet and he looks away from you, flustered. Deciding to make it even worse, you wrap your arms around his shoulders, leaning into him and resting your head on his shoulder.

"What would I ever do without my dashing protector to save me? How may I ever repay my loyal knight?" You giggle while Xiao's eyes widen at your playfully romantic words. "You swept me and my heart off my feet with your heroic ac-"

"Enough." Xiao says, but it comes out less as a firm demand and rather as a sheepish choke of words. "Please."

You giggle once more, memorizing the way the red on his face complements the green in his hair, before leaning in to place a quick kiss on his cheek.

"Thanks for looking out for me, Xiao," you say, teasing tone leaving your voice. Xiao raises his hand to rest on one of the arms you have wrapped around his shoulder, and you feel your heart swell at the rare initiation of physical contact.

"I will always be there when you need me," Xiao vows, and you realize just how far your relationship with the adeptus has come. While he still blushes at your words, he no longer admonishes you for playful romantics and flirty remarks. Instead, he embarrassedly embraces them, while holding you close.

"Good thing I always need you then, huh?" you murmur softly, as if whispering a secret amidst a crowd. The two of you sit alone in the cave for a while longer, and you realize you wouldn't mind spending forever like this, as long as Xiao was by your side, with his eyes fluttered closed in contentment.

#genshin impact x reader #diluc x reader #alhaitham x reader #xiao x reader #cyno x reader #childe x reader #tartaglia x reader #genshin fluff #genshin impact fluff #genshin x reader #diluc fluff #alhaitham fluff #xiao fluff #cyno fluff #childe fluff #tartaglia fluff #axia.writing #writing.alhaitham #writing.diluc #writing.childe #writing.cyno #writing.xiao

[feyascorner]

blurry eyes

summary. Orin takes Astarion as a hostage and you nearly lose your mind trying to get him back. Even when you do, things aren't the way they used to be.

warnings. angst/comfort

pairing. Astarion x GN!Reader

a/n. fluffier break from TFBU bec it's draining the soul out of me🧍‍♀️ this is kinda messy but for me orin always kidnaps lae’zel and Im glad it’s never astarion but what if;;;

You're not yourself. Everyone knows it. Not since Orin showed up at camp wearing Astarion's face, his own blood smeared on the poor imitation of the cheeks you love so deeply. She taunted you, smiling wickedly in a way that made your stomach churn before you lunged at her with a blade, only for her to vanish into a mist of red.

You usually prefer to use your silver tongue to get out of a dangerous situation. But now, all you want to see is her blood sprayed across a wall.

There are bags under your eyes, going days without sleep. You hadn't realized how accustomed you'd become to his arms cradling you in the dead of night, his cold hands wrapped around your shoulders and your cheek pressed against the crook of his neck. You hadn't realized how attached you'd gotten to him.

The fight is quick. Despite your companion's warnings to get some rest, you charged into Bhaal's temple the moment you had access to it, and rightfully so, because she didn't stand a chance against your wrath.

And now, even with him at your fingertips, laying so peacefully on a stone slab with his eyes shut, all you can feel is the adrenaline coursing through your veins. You gently touch his cheek, and you find that it's cold, as it's always been. There's a slice of a knife, surely to leave a scar if it's not treated well. You smile a bit, the first time in days, thinking of how he'd complain about the blemish a few weeks from now.

He finally stirs, and when his eyes peel open to your face, his face falls.

"Gods above," he whispers. "Stop with the damn tricks, Orin. I'm no fool."

Your heart breaks. And while all you want to do is wrap him in your arms and wipe away his frown, the adrenaline holding you together is long gone. You're exhausted, you realize, only managing to grab the edge of the stone slab before you crumple onto your knees, vision going blurry.

Ah, maybe you should have rested.

No, not when he'd been here to suffer alone, forced to face Orin's blood-thirst. Not when you'd smelled his blood on her blade.

You want to comfort him, but nothing comes through your throat.

The two of you don't speak much. He doesn't speak much to anyone, for that matter, for a few days. You can sense the uneasiness of your other companions, who don't dare ask what Orin did to him while you'd nearly lost yourself trying to get to him. You don't approach him, fearing he might recoil away.

The only thing you can do is watch over him while he writhes in his bed, drenched with sweat and nightmares you cannot take away. You're not even sure if they're about Cazador or Orin anymore, but you can't bring yourself to touch him or the healing scar on his cheek in hopes of soothing him.

It's only two weeks later when most of your companions have gone out, and it's just the two of you on opposite sides of the room. You rub at your blade with a cloth, numbly focused on sharpening it for a bigger foe while he's still reading his book in a silence that should feel comfortable but only makes your mouth dry.

"Hells, I can't do this anymore."

You blink as he strides across the room, and he's suddenly sitting next to you while you continue staring at him like he grew a mushroom from his head. "Do what?"

"We must talk about---well, you know, darling."

Even in this brittle stage of your relationship, the way he says your nickname is loving. It makes your heart squeeze.

You place the blade on the ground. "Okay. We can talk."

There's a silence that hangs in the air before he sighs. "Torture is not a foreign concept to me, my dear. If my years under Cazador's palace did anything for me, it's made my pain tolerance impossibly high."

You frown. This does not make you feel better.

He eyes you from the side, leaning back on both his hands. "What I'm trying to say is, you don't have to worry so much about me. Even if I were to perish, I'm sure there are other vampires willing to help you with your cause to defeat the Elder Brain, though they'd be considerably less charming."

You're immediately on your feet. "Of course, I was worried about you! And I don't care if you've gone through hell and back, pain is still pain, and I don't want to see or think about you even stepping foot into something like that, much less the temple of the Lord of Murder!"

He stands after you. "I didn't mean it like that."

"Other vampires?" you say in disbelief. "Well, I don't want other vampires, I want the one that I can't even sleep without."

Your eyes are glossy now, and you hate yourself for it. You should be consoling him, not becoming emotional over the torture that he experienced. But the words come out like vomit, and you can't stop yourself.

"Love, please don’t ruin your pretty face with tears,” he tries, hands awkwardly hanging in the air as he struggles to find what to do.

“Don't act like getting kidnapped isn't a big deal," you swipe at your eyes. "You won't even talk to us."

He blinks. "Me? Avoid speaking with you?"

"Yes!"

"Well, forgive me for giving you space. You looked positively demented after you were done stabbing that vile woman to the death, I assumed you needed time to recover before I could approach you."

"What? I was giving you space."

"I assure you it was the other way around.”

“You were avoiding me!”

“Because you were avoiding me!”

You're both just staring at each other now, at a loss of words for what turned out to be a miscommunication that should have been resolved days ago. The silence hangs thickly in the air, and a rush of emotions runs between you two, expressions shifting every few moments before they simultaneously become one.

He purses his lips to refrain from smiling. You stifle a laugh.

Then you're both laughing and while the topic of discussion does not warrant as such, you can't help yourself when days of ignoring one another have come down to such a minor bump between you. When both of you calm, you sigh again, this time in utter relief. "This was anticlimactic."

"It was," he confirms. "But this one time, I don't mind."

Wordlessly, you wrap your arms around his torso, burying your face into his chest while he returns the gesture by holding you tighter. You stand there a bit, quietly, until he clears his throat.

"For the record, I don't want you to go around searching for other vampires."

"Wouldn't dream of it."

You decide he can tell you more about what happened when the time comes, but now, you're more than happy the way you are.

#astarion ancunin #baldur's gate 3 #astarion x tav #baldur's gate astarion #bg3 astarion #astarion x reader #astarion #bg3 x reader #fluff #angst with a happy ending #bg3 tav #bg3

[musingmeaninglessly]

In Deep ; Neteyam x Fem!Human! Reader

Summary: When Tuk gets stuck underwater, there's only one person who can save her...

Lil bit angsty, lil bit fluffy. If you're sensitive to matters related to drowning, I suggest you skip this story.

If not, then enjoy! 💙

"Aaaand, I'm officially done."

Hands burning, you release the final inky braid of your boyfriend's that you've been working on.

Leaning his head back against your lap from his seat on the floor, Neteyam's glimmering eyes meet yours as he beams.

"Thank you, yawntutsyìp, what would I do without you?"

You don't get a chance to answer as he gently pulls your face down to meet his, the glass of your exopack chilly against his forehead. When he finally releases you, he's smiling wider than ever, but the same can't be said for the other figure present.

Sharpening her spear, Neytiri's glare never leaves you. Throughout the six month's worth of courting her son, you've never once been able to win her approval. Seeing her pride and joy be practically polluted by a damned tawtute was not her vision for the eldest Sully child.

And you felt that. Even without the prejudices against your species, what could you possibly offer her family? You lack the basic genetics that make the Na'vi so wondrous, not to mention the survival skills and intelligence. No matter how much Neteyam tells you otherwise, you feel inferior. And Neytiri's hostility doesn't help.

Yet in spite of it al, Neteyam had been defiant of his mother for the first time in his life. And it was all in pursuit of you; his star girl, his little love, his mate.

He catches your worrisome look and follows your eyes over to his mother's. With a sigh, he frowns at her silently, but her eyes remain the same, burning more ferociously than the campfire between you. No one says a thing; well, no one actually gets the chance.

"Help! HELP! It's Tuk!!"

The sound of Kiri's voice is the only thing that snaps Neytiri's attention away from you and her son. The teenage girl sprints over to where you all rise from your seats in a panic. She's gasping for breath and drenched from the ocean's waters.

Neteyam takes a step towards his sister, flashing you a worried, yet warm, look before he does so. Ever the level-headed communicator, he puts a hand on her shoulder, "Kiri, slow down. What's happened?"

"We- me, Lo'ak and Tuk- were free diving, and she spotted that new species of coral- you know, the one Norm told us about?"

Your eyes widened at that- you knew exactly which species she was talking about. A mysterious unnamed specimen with the ability to interact with the energy around it, not dissimilar to the Venus Flytrap plants you'd read about on Earth. Norm had told you all about this new discovery made by one of the botanists, detailing it's features and abilities. It was honestly quite fascinating; powerful, alive, dangerous.

"This new species, yes, I remember." Neteyam's green eyes transform with an amber hue just as Neytiri begins bombarding Kiri with a million questions.

"Well, we went to get a better look at it, and I told Tuk not to touch, but she didn't listen!" Kiri begins to cry, her face wracked with guilt. By this point, several overhearing Metkayina have joined the scene, "It's got her!"

"I can't reach her...the gap in the coral is too small..." Lo'ak suddenly appears on land, visibly exhausted.

"Can't we cut her free?" Neteyam sensibly suggests, but his siblings shake their heads.

"We tried, but whenever you cut a piece, even more grows!" Kiri wailed, prompting Lo'ak to put an arm around her. You make a mental note to suggest the name 'Hydra' to Norm once this is all over. "There's a gap in the coral-"

"-I will go!" Neytiri booms, ridding herself of her bow and spear. Lo'ak, however, stops her in her tracks.

"It's no use, mother! The gap is way too small, I couldn't fit through it..."

You squeeze Neteyam's hand sympathetically, and when his amber eyes meet yours, you get an idea. Amidst all the commotion, the panicked voices and desperate dives into the water, it all becomes crystal clear to you.

"I'll get her out."

Everyone's attention snaps over to you in an instant, not quite believing what you've just said.

"My love, it's far too dangerous! What if the water leaks into your mask?" Neteyam kneels down in front of you, sternness lacing his features. You simply shake your head.

"I'm the only one who can reach her and fit through the gap, I must go."

Neteyam exchanges a worried glance with his siblings, ignoring his mother's scornful expression. Lo'ak and Kiri nod to him, and he knows what he has to do.

"Then I will go with you."

"What's going on?"

Jake suddenly appears with Tonowari, presumably returning from some sort of meeting.

"No time to explain, Dad. Please could you fetch Y/N's spare mask?" Neteyam briefly requests, and is met with a nod of his father's head.

Meanwhile, you hurriedly rid yourself of your blouse. It's a flowing, loose fabric- certainly not appropriate for swimming. With no other choice, you're left in your bra before taking Neteyam's hand and diving into the water.

Lo'ak and Kiri promptly follow, helping you get down to the specific spot. Several other Metkayina follow you in, unable to help, but worried for the youngest Sully.

When you see Tuk, you have to do your best not to panic. She's more-or-less unconscious, limbs entangled in the coral's moving tendrils. Neteyam's grip on your hand tightens, but you place yours on his chest, wordlessly reassuring him, and he lets you go.

Lo'ak helps you over to the small gap in the coral. It's no wonder the siblings struggled, the opening is barely wide enough for a human to fit through. Yet, somehow you do, mindful of the fact that one wrong move would put you in the exact same situation as Tuk. With that in mind, you carefully make your way to her body after taking Lo'ak's knife from him.

There's really no other choice but to cut Tuk free, but you have to make quick work of it. Thankfully, your nimble fingers are up to the task as the Sully siblings watch on desperately.

But, amidst your hard work, you fail to notice that the suction lining of your exopack had come slightly free along your jaw, letting in a small trickle of water and, in turn, a whisper of oxygen out.

Neteyam goes to lunge towards you, noticing a small amount of water build up in your mask. But Lo'ak holds him back, signing that you're fine.

That's what you try to tell yourself as you hold your mask to your face tightly, cutting away at the last couple of coral tendrils. When you give Kiri the signal, she slashes an opening above you, and you haul Tuk's body out of the coral entrapment before the tendrils can grow back.

The rest of it becomes a blur. The Sully siblings are at your side in an instant, hauling you and Tuk up the surface. Your mask continues to fill with water and once it floods above your nose, you hold your breath. But, by some miracle, your head soon breaks through the water's edge above you.

Kiri and Lo'ak take Tuk from you while Neteyam wraps his arms firmly around your waist. "It's going to be alright, my love, we're almost there..."

He continues to murmur to you comfortingly through his own panic, finally reaching Jake and grabbing for the spare mask. "I'm going to take this off, alright?"

You have no time to acknowledge his words before your mask is swiftly swept off of your face and the new, dry, undamaged replacement is secured against your skin. You gasp in jagged breaths, only now processing it all as Neteyam bundles you against him.

"My brave, brave girl..." he whispers into your hair, cupping the back of your head as you both float in the water. For a moment, the both of you seem to forget about Tuk, and it's only when you hear her coughing back on the shore that you remember.

"Oh, thank Ewya!" Neytiri gasps, sobbing hysterically as she reaches to comfort her youngest daughter. "Don't you ever do that again, do you hear me child?!"

Tuk nods with a cry, before rushing over to you. "Y/N, you saved me! Thank you, thank you, thank you..."

The rest of the family smile at the two of you, Jake and Lo'ak thanking you profusely while Kiri joins yours and Tuk's group hug.

"Hey, hey, careful. She needs to breathe..." Neteyam protectively instructs, gently pulling his sisters off of you. You smile at them and mouth a silent 'thank you' to your boyfriend, before turning to hug him as he kneels to your height.

"My love," Neteyam's deep voice draws a soft smile from you as he tenderly cups your cheek, "you were so brave."

You can't help blushing at his praise, but grasp at his hand that's cupping your exopack-covered cheek and pull him closer. "You would've done the same if you could have, ma 'Teyam..."

The longer you hold him, the more pronounced the little sniffles heard from him become. Pulling back, you eye him worriedly, 'What is it, 'Teyam? Are you alright?"

Coaxing his eyes open by running the pads of your fingers beneath them, his tearful irises meet yours. "I could've lost you, little one..."

"But you didn't," you gently remind him, holding his hand over your heart, "I'm here, and I love you. Okay?"

Neteyam nods forcefully, almost as if an absence of the action would make you disappear. Yet, his eyes never leave yours. Not even for a moment.

"I love you...so deeply...even deeper than the waters you just braved for my sister..."

Now it's your eyes that overflow with salty tears and you throw your arms around Neteyam's broad shoulders. "I love you, 'Teyam...Nga yawne lu oer..."

"Y/N,"

The sound of your name breaks up the tender moment prematurely, and you spring away from Neteyam. In truth, you'd forgot that his family, and several people from the Metkayina tribe, were watching.

It had been Neytiri's voice that cut through the sweet moment like a knife through butter. You gulp, craning your neck to face the Sully matriarch, who's shrugging off her mate's hand from her shoulder.

You're surely for it now.

But to your pleasant surprise, she drops to her knees and hangs her head in..shame? Eyes wide, you look at her children and Jake, wondering what on Pandora you're supposed to do now. But they all smile softly.

"Forgive me. I've underestimated you, thought you like them. But you saved my child at your own risk. I was wrong."

You can tell that Neytiri's English isn't quite advanced enough to fully communicate her thanks. But it's there in her eyes.

"Please, forgive me..."

With a gentle nod of your head, you smile. You never expected Neytiri to see you as anything other than a Sky Person, but you really didn't expect her to grab at you and pull you into a hug.

Your arms raise to your side in surprise, and the look on your face is clearly comical enough to make Lo'ak burst out laughing- until Jake smacks him up the side of his head. Tentatively, you return Neytiri's hug. "I forgive you..."

"You are good for my son," Neytiri pulls back to look at you with a warmth you've never seen before, "thank you."

"Okay, Mother, let little Y/N breathe." Neteyam chuckles, gently pulling you back towards him. Neytiri shakes her head at her son's overprotectiveness, but fondly places her hand atop your head for a short moment before returning to fuss over Tuk.

You turn back to Neteyam and a soft hum leaves his lips and his eyes trail over your face, before he notices some Metkayina boys gawking at you. Only then do the both of you realise that you're stood in your bra and a pair of shorts.

"W-we, uh, let's get you back to the lab, get you some more clothes." Neteyam suggests, using his towering advantage to shield your body from prying eyes as his own glare at the intruders.

"Good idea," you giggle, desperate to be a little more concealed now that you're aware of your state, "I could do with a nap."

"I'm not surprised," Neteyam's face softens and he tilts his head, "may I join you?"

#neteyam x human reader #neteyam x reader #neteyam #avatar #neteyam sully #avatar 2 #neteyam te suli tsyeyk'itan #atwow #Neteyam angst #Neteyam fluff #Neteyam x y/n #Neteyam x fem reader #Neteyam x fem human reader #avatar neteyam #Na’vi x human #Na’vi x human reader

[personasintro]

Mutual Help | #04

𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭: @kithtaehyung

↳ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; in order for you to pretend to be his girlfriend, he helps you with your sexual desires ⏤ he calls it mutual help

⇢ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: jungkook x reader

⇢ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fake dating au, fluff, angst, smut, slow burn

⇢ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: explicit language, slight mature content

⇢ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.8k+

⇠ 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯. | 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐱 | 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 ⇢ 

Your body feels hot, brushing against Jungkook's firm chest that confirms your assumptions of him working out more than he used to. This man is full of muscle, yet he's not overdoing it.

You've danced for the past ten minutes, ever since you've seen Kiko standing a few meters away with a great view of the two of you. It's like nothing has happened, and Jungkook went back to grinding his body against yours, touching your hips in a sensual way but he never went past your lower back, making sure he doesn't cross any line.

It's kind of shocking how breathless and hot he's leaving you, goosebumps spreading all over your body with a familiar tingle in your lower belly. It's only natural that your body reacts this way to him. He's hot and knows how to move his hips. And maybe your lack of sex has something to do with it as well.

"I'm gonna get something to drink. You want some?" he leans down, yelling over the music as you notice sweat coating the side of his neck. It's not too much, and rather than feeling disgust with it, you find yourself glancing at it with alluring eyes.

Dancing with Jungkook is one hell of a ride, and there's no competing with his huge stamina. So, your body starts to feel the first signs of exhaustion as soon as you stop dancing, staring at your best friend. He notices the sour look on your face that makes him laugh, his nose wrinkling along with the end of his eyes.

"No, I'm good!" you yell over the loudness as well. "I'm gonna go back and sit down!"

Turning around, he watches you to make your way towards the booth. He catches a glimpse of you talking with the woman who sat with all of you, a woman whose name he can't remember. With a sigh, he turns towards a bar and makes his way there.

There are three bartenders behind a bar in total, one of them taking his order as he quickly goes to make Jungkook his drink. He stands there, fingers tapping against the wooden desk as he patiently waits. He feels a presence, someone standing a few centimeters away from him and he doesn't pay too much attention to it, watching the bartender do his job. There's nothing else for him to do.

"Jungkook," Fuck, he knows that voice.

With a quick whip of his head, he stares at his ex girlfriend with wide eyes before his brows furrow.

"Hi." she says, giving him the best imitation of a smile that makes his blood boil.

Hi? That's all she has to say? This is the first time since he's seen her from their break-up, face to face in this kind of proximity.

But fuck, is she beautiful. Her hair is decorated in big waves, framing her small face that is barely touched with make up, but enough for her to sharpen her features and dark eyes. His heart beats so fast and for some reason, he hates himself for that. He hates how easily she makes him feel this way, from only just standing there and looking at him.

"Hey," he breathes out, not even budging as he keeps staring at her and admiring her beauty.

"I'm glad you're having fun," she says, looking as if she's not really sure what to say and Jungkook recognizes her fumbling with her ring as a sign of nervousness. A ring he gave her. "Ah, I'm sorry. I'm not really sure what to say. I just wanted to talk to you." she admits, crinkling her nose as her cheeks flush embarrassingly.

He doesn't have the heart to be mad at her, nor annoyed that she came up to him. He feels the opposite, actually. It means she cares and she's still wearing a ring he gave her.

"Yeah, my friends finally got me out." he chuckles, silently admitting to her that he's been stuck at home but she's smart, she probably caught on to the hidden meaning behind his words.

And by the saddened smile, he knows she really did.

"Same," she mutters, still enough for him to hear.

Same? Was she stuck at home as well? Wasn't she the only one who broke up with him?

For some reason, he thought she started to live her life with no regrets since she wanted to try something new — whatever that means. Knowing that their breakup might not be so easy for her makes him feel more at ease. It means that she cares and there's still hope.

"I'm sorry," she blurts out all of a sudden. "I know this might be weird for you. I shouldn't have come up to you, but I wanted to say hi."

"It's okay, I'm glad we can still talk to each other." he tells her quietly, causing her to nod in approval.

"I... How are you? Are you good?" she stutters, carefully eyeing him as if she's waiting for him to snap.

The silence that follows after, doesn't help at all and she's ready to cough in embarrassment when Jungkook opens his mouth.

"I'm good," he answers, staring at the bottles of alcohol that's organized by a color. He took his time to answer her questions. He can't exactly tell her that he's hopeless without her and he wishes she'd come back to him, when he's supposed to be fake dating you. 

"And you?" He eyes her, noticing how she dryly swallows before giving him a little smile.

"Yeah," she answers, bruising Jungkook's heart even more but he awkwardly nods. "I saw you with Y/N. Are you guys dating?"

And there it is.

He hoped she'd bring you into this conversation, this is the moment he was waiting for. Yet, he feels like an asshole.

When they both started to date, he introduced you to her as his best friend. She was totally fine with it and there weren't that many opportunities for the two of you to hang out anyway. He usually spent all of his free time with her, and if it was with you, she was never present. Not even once, she questioned his feelings towards her or your friendship. But she did ask him if the two of you ever kissed, just out of pure curiosity. Which you didn't back then, but now you've and for some reason, he feels guilty.

"Yes," he breathes out, before she can question his silence and the invisible thoughts running through his mind.

"I'm sorry," she blurts out, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as she avoids Jungkook's eyes. "It's inappropriate of me to ask you that."

"It's okay," he waves her off, a murmur of 'thanks' falling out of his mouth when a bartender slides his drink to him. He pulls out his wallet and pays for his drink, before he turns back to Kiko. "Are you seeing someone?"

He can't help but ask that, his ears perking and eyes focused on her as she shakes her head slowly. A breath of relief almost escapes his mouth, but he hides it perfectly when he takes a sip of his drink.

"You want something to drink?" he asks her, noticing the way she awkwardly shifts on her spot.

"Nah, thank you. I'm not drinking tonight,"

He doesn't ask her the reason behind her choice, knowing she likes to let loose from time to time.

"Hoseok kind of made me come here," she chuckles, causing him to grin knowing Hoseok's persistence. "Which reminds me he's probably looking for me. It was nice catching up with you, Kookie."

He dryly gulps at the nickname, reminded of all those times when she called him like that. It brings a wave of nostalgia straight to his core, causing his heart to clench.

With a last wave of her slim hand, she turns around and walks into the crowd while Jungkook watches her for the whole time, until she disappears and is out of his sight. Sighing, he grabs his drinks and goes back to the booth where his friends are.

"It was so nice meeting you!" Hattie says, hugging you as if she knew you for months but you go along with it, finding it sweet.

This is her last night in Seoul, and you've just spent at least ten minutes talking to her. It was mainly her who was talking, telling you how you and your friends are so sweet and friendly. You kind of feel bad, since you haven't been talking to her as much as Jimin might have. She barely knows you, all of you, but she still has something nice to say.

"It was nice meeting you too! I wish I had more time to get to know you!" you tell her loudly, making sure she hears you while she just waves her hand and smiles at you.

When she's gone, you make your way to the booth where Taehyung and Jimin are sitting. They're talking, until you plop down and sigh in exhaustion. They stare at you with open mouths and before you can ask them what's with their faces, Jimin's loud voice booms even through the music.

"What the hell? Were we just seeing you and Jungkook making out?"

Oh, yeah.

Your lips still tingle from the best kiss you've ever had, but you won't admit that to Jungkook. That guy already has a big ego. Hattie somehow cleared your mind off it for a moment, but now your mind travels back to what has happened tonight. And it's time to explain yourself, going with Jungkook's plan.

Kiko saw you. Jimin and Taehyung saw you.

It seems easy – this whole fake dating thing.

"Yes?" you ask unsure, growing embarrassed that they've seen the whole thing.

You can't be really surprised by Jimin's shocked tone, knowing how the two of you always assured everyone that you've never kissed and never will. As much as everyone thought there had to be that one time when it just happened, but no. You both had your boundaries and kissing was where you draw the line. But now, it happened and you've some explaining to do.

It's none of their business, but they're your friends.

"I've never thought I would see the day where the two of you would kiss," Taehyung says, his mouth still hanging open as Jimin nods, agreeing with him. "Are you guys fucking or what?"

"Tae!" Jimin exclaims, causing his friend to shrug his shoulders innocently.

You feel bad, because you're supposed to lie to them right now and they stare at you in confusion, seeing the way your mouth opens and closes. Before you can utter a single word, there is a body sitting next to you, an arm wrapped around your shoulders before you're pulled towards a warm body.

You stare at Jungkook with wide eyes, noticing the way he grins at you before he kisses your temple. He opens his mouth, his voice filling the silence between all of you once again.

"Actually, we're dating."

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[ewanmitchellcrumbs]

May I request something something with Aemond being in his study and trying to read a book or write and he gets really engrossed in what he's doing so he doesn't notice his wife sneaking under the table or in front of him if he's sitting by the fireplace because she wants to blow him. If you write this could you please involve a lot of ball sucking? I am obsessed with his balls okay? High life was a blessing🥵

High Life was indeed a blessing. The swinging of those testicles will forever live rent free in my head.

I'm going to go a little off piste with your request, as I think the sneaking under the table trope is old, tired and far beyond the realm of belief, even for fiction; there's no way that would take Aemond by surprise. It kind of reminds of the "I'm stuck" trend in porn. I hope you like what I've done with this though!

Warnings: Smut. Word count: ~1200

“Aemond, I cannot sleep without you.” Her voice is barely above a whisper, as she lingers in the doorway of her husband’s study.

He sits in an armchair by the fire, one leg crossed over the other, his long fingers splayed across the hardcover of the book he’s reading. His right eye glances up at her and his expression softens.

“Go back to bed, dōnus riñus. I’ll join you soon.” Sweet girl.

“May I wait in here?” She asks with a shy smile. Aemond turns his attention back to his reading. Her fingers fidget awkwardly with the thin cotton of her nightgown. “I’m not trying to hurry you, I just want to be…close.”

Aemond does not look up from his book, though the corners of his mouth curve upwards into a small smile. The hand not holding the large tome beckons her forward with a two-fingered “come hither” motion.

She feels practically giddy with excitement, her heart flutters, and it takes all of her restraint not to run towards him as her bare feet pad quietly across the cold flagstone floor.

He looks at her quizzically, his eyebrow raised when she settles herself by his feet instead of on the chair opposite, but says nothing.

Warmth blooms in her chest as he uncrosses his legs to accommodate her presence. Such a simple gesture, yet it is loaded with significance; acceptance, comfort, love.

She shifts to kneel between his thighs, resting her head against the slim corded muscle of one of them. The heat from the hearth feels pleasant against her back and her eyes flutter closed as she feels Aemond’s free hand upon her head, beginning to stroke through her hair.

She sighs happily, and when she opens her eyes she sees that Aemond’s attention is still focused on his reading, though his fingers continue to absentmindedly card through her tresses.

He is so duty bound, so stoic, and the look of concentration that hardens his already sharpened features, as he focuses on the text in his hand, has her longing to do something for him that is for him alone to enjoy. She wants to give him something that will bring him a moment of respite and pleasure, to ease the burden of his responsibilities.

A wry smile plays upon her lips as the idea strikes her. She lifts her head from where it had leaned against Aemond’s thigh and replaces it with her hand, spreading her fingers with slight pressure and dragging it up the length of it. She mimics the gesture on the opposite side, both her hands coming to rest at the tops of his legs.

Aemond takes an abrupt inhale of breath, his eye flitting quickly to her before back to his book. He is making no move to stop her, so she interprets his silence as permission.

Her hands rub across the lacings of his breeches, a swell of pride invigorating her confidence as she feels him begin to harden beneath her touch. Anticipation causes her fingers to tremble as she works to untie the fastenings. Though her husband’s endowment is now a familiar sight to her – a year of marriage has allowed her to become well acquainted – it is no less enticing, and she is eager to please him.

Once the laces are sufficiently loosened, her hand snakes into the opening, seeking out her prize. Arousal titillates her core as her fingers make contact with the hardened velvety smoothness of his cock, wrapping around it to free it from its confines.

Aemond’s hand has ceased its stroking of her hair, yet remains at the back of her head. He swallows thickly, face still trained on the pages in front of him, though it is clear from the lack of movement in his eye that he has stopped reading.

She marvels at the sight of his member; long, thick, ruddy at the tip in comparison to the paleness of the rest of it, with a prominent vein running along its underside. She takes it in one hand, stroking languidly, while the other tugs insistently at the opening of his breeches, bringing them further down and releasing his stones. The fleshy pouch in which they sit is taut, a subtly darker shade than the rest of his skin. She eyes them curiously as she continues to run her hand up and down the length of him.

“What are you doing, jorrāelītsos?” He asks, a slight strain to his voice. Little love.

“Making you feel good.” She says, leaning forward to deliver a kitten lick to the head of him and humming with delight at the salty taste it leaves behind on her tongue. “Would you like me to stop?”

The smile she offers up to him is nothing short of coquettish and he fights to stifle a groan.

“Gods…no…keep going.”

She grins, diving forward with enthusiasm, taking him into her mouth and cupping his balls, squeezing gently. She massages them as she hollows her cheeks, bobbing her head up and down the length of him.

Aemond’s breathing becomes ragged and she beams with joy as she hears the book he is holding snap shut.

She releases him from her mouth with a wet pop, moving her attentions lower as she suckles one of his stones into his mouth.

The book drops to the floor with a thud and Aemond’s now free hand comes to join the other in her hair, gripping tightly. As she casts a glance upwards she notices that his head is thrown back, eye screwed shut in pleasure and jaw slack.

She moves her focus to the other, drawing it between her lips, as her fist pumps up and down the slick mixture of saliva and his own arousal that coats his hardened member.

She can tell from the way that his hips buck uncontrollably off of the chair that he is close to his peak. Eager to taste his release, she returns the length of him to her mouth, sucking greedily as her hand works to take care of what will not fit inside.

He grunts and for a moment she worries he will tear her roots from her skull with the force of his pulling, but then she tastes it. Hot and distinctive, his seed spills onto her eager tongue and down her throat. She swallows hungrily, not ceasing her movements until he fully relaxes.

She sits back on her haunches, licking her lips and staring up at him doe-eyed.

Aemond looks almost sleepy, all concentration has disappeared from his features; his eye is hooded, his jaw no longer tense, a slight smile plays upon his lips. He regards her with a warmth that she basks in happily.

“Sȳres riñus.” He praises, patting his thigh. “Come here.” Good girl.

She crawls into his lap, curling against his chest as he reaches down to retrieve his book before resuming his earlier reading.

She is about to drift off to sleep when she feels his hand push beneath her nightdress and move to the apex of her thighs. Her head falls back against his shoulder, eliciting a breathy “oh!” as dexterous fingers begin to tease her folds. It is clear he is intent on returning the favour.

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[inactivewattpadauthor]

Kung Lao x Reader: Do Not The Cat

Context: After a small mission in the Netherrealm, you make it back home with Kung Lao with a secret in your bag. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Returning to your room with your Shaolin boyfriend, you were joyous to relive the familiar scent yet another day. The mission to hell was pretty simple, but still there were a few close calls. Bombarded by starving, scorching devils and nearly tripping over embers into lava. It was quite embarrassing until Lao, who was laughing at you, almost did the same thing, tripping over pebbles and almost eating up karma.

"Today was boring. I wished we done more." Lao huffs, taking off his weapon and laying back in your bed. All you did was roll your eyes, thankful that the dark thunder god didn't command you two to something more reckless.

"Want to make tonight different?" Your man sits up with a mischievous gleam on his face. Boy, was he always like this.

"We just got back!" You retort with some sort of amusement. "Like, can I shower first at least? Damn." You murmur under your breath, but he could still hear.

"So, is that a no or yes? After a shower?"

Scoffing and shaking your head from his silly idiocy, you turn away to take off all your protective gear and weapons. Lao smirks, always finding it funny when he annoys you. In his peripheral vision, he sees some movement from your duffel bag, making his attention go to it.

At first, he thought his mind was playing with him, but he clearly sees and hears something shuffling in there. "Y/n! There's something in your bag!" He calls out, standing from the bed and grabbing his hat defensively.

Oh! How could I forget?? You walk out your bathroom and to your bag with no concern like Lao's. Unzipping it fully open, something leapt into your arms. One look of it screamed out that it's from the Netherrealm.

"By the Gods! What is that?!" Lao's face held fright, pointing his sharpened hat at the hellish creature snuggling in your arms. Studying it more, it seems like a resembled cat, but instead of normal fur, it was made with rocks with small lava flows between the faults. It was somewhat unique, the lava flows portraying the stripes of a tabby cat. But either way, Lao needs to know what that demonic creature was doing in your bag and why it's snuggling in your arms like a normal house pet.

"He was brushing up against my leg when we were about to leave the Netherrealm. I couldn't leave him in such a dreadful place." You fake a pout, gently rocking the cat in your arms like a baby.

"Raiden let you bring it with you?!" The absurd question makes you furrow your eyebrows. "Hell no! That's why I snuck him in my bag. I don't want that tyrant around my child."

"Your child?!" Lao looks at you like the crazy person you are.

"Our child. My bad."

Kung Lao wants to cry inside now. Many questions were raiding him, but he doesn't even know what to say. So, he just stands flabbergasted, watching you play with the cat.

"You know what? I think I'll name you Magmastar. Because I bet you can lead a whole clan of strong cats! Yes, you can!" You coo at Magmastar, whom just purrs roughly, nuzzling against you. You turn to see Lao's judging look, one that makes you feel patronized. "It's a reference to a book series I used to read when I was younger. Don't give me that look."

"Right. What do you think Lord Raiden would say if he sees it?" The monk grimaced at the thought, biting his knuckle.

"He won't, because it's not like I'm gonna do a show and tell, and for as long as he has that stupid amulet, he's not allowed in my home." Your tone is grave. "And I trust you won't rat me out to him." Your eyes looked into his with plea. Is Lao's heart faithful to you, or the red lord, someone who doesn't even treat him nearly as well as Liu Kang?

"Of course I wouldn't, my love." Lao sighs. He can't fathom getting you in trouble with someone dangerous. You smile gratefully at him, walking to him and holding Magmastar out. "He's very nice, I promise."

Setting down his weapon again, he softly smiles back at you. He's nervous, but he trusts your word. He takes the cat gently from you, holding it with cautiousness. It definitely feels rocky just like it looks, and is especially warm. Other than that, the average friendly cat, not wanting to claw your eyes out unlike most Earth cats or anything from hell.

"Wow. This... isn't bad." He holds the fiery feline with more ease and comfort.

....

And after a shower, you walk out in a towel seeing Kung Lao asleep with your Magmastar curled up on his stomach. Cute! ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Today, I say the science will not science because the very flammable cat - made of burning rocks with a few lava stripes - doesn't hurt if you cuddle/pet it!

#mortal kombat 11 #mortal kombat #mortal kombat x reader #mk imagine #mortal kombat imagines #mk headcanons #mortal kombat headcanons #kung lao #kung lao x reader #kung lao x you #goddesswritings

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Nightlife 6

Warnings: touching, coercion, manipulation. Proceed with caution.

Note: I know what you’re thinking, why the fuck are you doing this? Well, you wanted bouncer Lee and I did too. Also, short!reader, not sorry.

Your heart wrenches violently as you stare at the grade beside your last quiz. You sink down in the seat of the lecture hall, suppressing a sob as you bite your knuckle. It's not just Developmental Psych, its Cognitive Processes and Social Psych too. You’re barely passing anything.

The rest of the class is already packing up. As usual, you're behind. You close your laptop and fold away the desk. You zip up your bag and sling it from your shoulder, the weight bouncing with your heavy steps.

You traipse out behind a pair of guys talking about some party. You never know. You're not smart or popular. College is just an extension of high school. You're still as lame as ever.

What are you going to do? Your dad's going lose it. If your scholarship falls through, you're in real trouble.

Your feet carry you without thought. You're going to go home and curl into a ball. You want to shrink and hide from everyone.

As you come out to the main row of campus, you wipe your cheek, realising only then that you're crying. You sniff and swipe away more tears as you tell yourself to suck it up. You're just a mess.

A honk makes you wince and you spin as tires scuff up against the curb. You recognize the unique colour of the car and think of running in the other direction. Not him again. Not right now.

"Hey, darlin', y’all done for the day?"

You peer around. The only people who notice give you a dirty look as they pass by, while others walk by without an ounce of concern. You sigh and drag your feet over the patch of grass, bending look through the window.

"Um, hi," you eke out, "I'm just… heading to the library."

He considers you as the engine rumbles and he keeps his hand on the wheel. Your mind flashes with the memory of the night before. His hand on his...

"You cryin', sweet thing? Who's gone and done that?" His brow arches as his jaw sharpens.

"N-no one," you wipe your nose with the back of your hand, "sorry, I was just… I'm okay."

"You aren't, look at ya. And you want me to let you go off on your own? You gotta study, you come over," he insists.

"Sir, really, I–"

"Now I drove all the way down here so don't you be arguin'. Get in, darlin'."

You blink and furrow your brow. How did he even know you'd be on campus at this very moment. You mentioned you had early classes but was he just waiting around to find you?

"You're starting to make me feel bad here, sweetheart," he grips the shifter, "I done nothing but good for ya, so you climb on in. I'll set you up a nice little study nook, how about that?"

You look from side to side. No one cares. They just go on in their lives, as if it's all so normal. You can't say it isn't and you can't argue with him. He hasn't asked for anything really.

The locks slide up and the noise breaks the last of your resistance. Your lie doesn't hold up. No point in going to the library when it doesn't seem to help.

You open the door and drop into the seat in defeat. You bring your bag around to your lap and pout. Lee lifts his hand to the back of your seat as he looms.

"Now, don't be doin' all that. Gimme a kiss, little blossom."

You hug your bag and lean over, turning to kiss his cheek. He moves so your lips meet his and you squeak in surprise. His tongue glides along the creases of your mouth and you quickly pull away.

"Whatsa matter?" He snarls, "I ain't done nothin' so whatever has got ya all upset, don't be taking it out on me."

"No, sir, it's just… I just… never done much kissing."

"Well, we can work on that, huh?"

You nod and pull the seatbelt across. You just want to go. You can't even look up at the college buildings. To think you were so excited for school and it's all gone so poorly.

He's quiet as he shifts into gear and presses down on the gas, following the slow draw of traffic. He clears his throat and pushes his shoulders back. You slump down lower and lower.

"So you gonna tell me what's goin' on?"

"It's nothing," you play with the zipper tab on your bag, "just school."

"Got something important comin' up? I'm sure you'll do just fine, smart girl like yourself."

You shake your head and slouch even further. Another swell of despair overwhelms you. You bury your face in your hands and sniffle.

"Aw, don't cry," he reaches to squeeze your shoulder, "now, you can't do that, darlin', I don't like to see you so torn up."

You suck in air and flick another wave of tears away. You make yourself sit up and clutch your hands over the front pocket of your bag. His thumb rubs your arm firmly as he keeps the wheels in motion.

"I'm not doing good. In anything," you confess, "my dad is gonna hate me. I know it and… and I don't know what to do." You heave and lean into the door, "it's dumb. Childish. You probably don't care."

"Oh, sweet thing, I do care," he drops his hand down to your leg, "it's gonna be okay. It's early, isn't it? You got time to bring your marks up, huh?"

"No," you swallow, "no, just finals and… and I can't…"

"Don't go sinking in the mud just yet," he pats your thigh then squeezes, "anything happens, I'll be here. I'll take care of ya, you know that."

"Hmmm?" You glance over at him as you cradle your cheek.

"Course I will, so don't you worry about your daddy. He can't be mad if you're trying your best."

You scratch your nose and nod. You don't know what to say. You don't expect him to be so nice. You expect a lecture but he isn't your father. He's… well, you don't know quite what to call him.

"So how about, we go back to my place, you get your stuff sorted out, we'll have some dinner and maybe, well, you could stay the night, if you're too tired. Know I don't mind at all."

"Well, I don't… I don't know. Tomorrow…"

"I gotta work, ya see, and I uh was hoping for a favour," he draws spirals on your thigh, "I found this little kitten, was all filthy and hungry. I don't wanna leave him too long, sweet little thing, so, uh you think you could stay and watch him? You like cats?"

"Oh, a kitten?" You wonder.

"Ah, yeah, I couldn't just leave it down in the alley," he tuts, "who would do something like that to a sweet little animal?" He stops at a light and looks over at you, lifting his hand to your face, "you seem like the doting type. Like you could take good care of him." He tickles your cheek softly, "'sides, he needs a name."

You can't help but smile. You never had a pet before. Your dad didn't let you. And you won't feel so bad with the distraction.

"Okay," you agree, "I guess I can stay a bit."

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[mackjlee9]

Gally x Male!Reader [Angst&Fluff]

Author's note: this is like... heavily based on The Rejected, but of course, this can be read separately from that, it doesn't affect this one shot at all.

Masterlist.

The Maze Runner

Requested by BåůmŠquåd W187 on Quotev

"We can make it out of here. I know that."

There was silence for a few seconds in the Glade as they let those words sink in.

And just like that, like the breeze blowing by, guys who were on their side started making their way to Thomas, mumbling quiet apologies to them.

Gally and (M/n) made brief eye contact, unsure of what to do next.

"It's over," their sight shifted back ahead of them, "Just come with us..." Despite Thomas' words being directed to all of them, his eyes were locked onto (M/n)'s, it was clear who he wanted to have by his side.

He stared at Thomas, at Teresa, and all the guys he called friends standing in front of him, ready to go into the Maze and maybe, find their way out. (M/n) looked at each one of them, at Minho, at Newt, at Fry, at Winston, and he soon remembered all of those who weren't here with them to witness what was happening.

Some of his best friends were waiting for him to come with them, but he couldn't do it.

He couldn't leave Gally just like that, not after everything they'd been through together.

(M/n) sighed and turned his head to look at Gally, whose eyes were locked on him, not even acknowledging all the other guys staring at them. Green eyes looked into (e/c) ones, pleading (M/n) to stay, terribly scared that he might leave him too.

It broke his heart to see Gally so vulnerable, his hand gripping onto the back of his dirty and worn shirt, trembling as the seconds went by, beginning to feel desperate at the thought of (M/n) actually deciding to go with Thomas into the Maze.

And the weak smile Gally received from him almost made him double over, wanting to wail and cry for him to stay.

(M/n) took a deep breath as he turned to look at the others, silently waiting for his response, hoping they would come along as well, but that's not what they got.

"Good luck against the Grievers," everyone saw how determined to stay (M/n) was, and some of them felt the need to stay, as if they'd changed their mind, no longer sure of their choice.

However, before they could make their way back to Gally, Thomas called to them and ran into the Maze, soon followed by those whose resolution didn't waver and the hesitant steps of those who did.

They watched how they left and got out of their sight when they rounded the corner.

It took a bit, but everyone left in the Glade began making their way to what was left of their home, and (M/n) wondered how things were gonna go now.

Will they survive? If so, for how long?

He couldn't take even a single step forward when Gally's arms wrapped around him, tightly. He was shaking and sniffing on his neck as he cried. Silently, he rubbed Gally's back slowly, whispering in his ear that everything was gonna be alright.

"It'll be fine. Things will get better."

If only he could believe his words.

//////

They tried. Everyone did.

Ten guys against two Grievers didn't sound too hard, but it didn't sound easy either. They tried their damnest and succeeded, but at what cost?

Everyone was dead, or dying, and nothing could be done.

(M/n) got up from the ground, and grabbed the spear a Glader had lost while running away before getting captured by one. He released a shaky sigh and cautiously started walking out of the Deadheads, everything was quiet.

The fight they had and all the screaming that echoed was now gone, it just disappeared, and the quietness did nothing to ease his freaked-out mind, sharpening his senses as he walked forward, trying to find anyone that could still be alive, but nothing.

And now he was panicking... What if he was the only one alive? What if...?

From afar, relatively close to the Maze Doors, he spotted someone, they were pulling apart the slimy flesh of the Griever and rummaging for something inside. A cylindrical device that beeped rather slow and quiet.

He got closer and saw them stand up to their full height. It was...

"Gally?" He whispered to himself, and he witnessed with horrified eyes how the blond ran into the Maze, alone and without a weapon, "Gally!"

The only logical thing he could do was run after him.

Navigating the Maze was hard, even if he had gone in a handful of times in the past, getting lost was easy, but he tried. It was weird that Gally seemed to know where he was going, and his legs trembled and shook as he struggled to catch up to him.

If he stayed quiet, he could hear the beeping of the device getting more frequent, and whether it was closer or further away, so he kept going, knowing that Gally was somewhere ahead of him and he wasn't gonna stop for (M/n) to catch up.

The sound of echoing footsteps reached his ears, and he ran faster, rounding the corner, stopping as he slipped and almost fell. He gasped for air and looked around.

(M/n) saw multiple Grievers dead, along with some of the guys that went along with Thomas, there was blood on the stone floor he was walking on, making dragging marks as they went over the edges on either side of him. Carefully peaking over, he realized he couldn't see the bottom, and he felt like his stomach was gonna spit through his mouth.

He took a deep breath, put the spear down, and slowly walked forward, and into the dark tunnel, following along it as he got closer to the light.

He knew better than to believe they were out of the Maze, everything felt off and unsettling. (M/n) stepped out of the tunnel and stepped into a long hallway, it extended to his left and to his right. He was unsure of which way he should go until he stepped on something gooey. It looked like Griever spit.

A set of footsteps left a mark on the floor heading into the hall on his right, and he walked that way, his hand unconsciously dragging along the wall he was closest to.

After a short while that felt a little too long, he came across a door that displayed 'exit' atop it, he rolled his eyes at the inconvenient comedic timing. Even so, he walked in.

An open door on the other side of the room made him groan as he covered his eyes, the sun was too bright and the air coming inside felt scorching hot. He stepped to the side where he didn't have to look at the light directly and soon, he got adjusted to the room.

He didn't see anything worth mentioning, just computers and scientists dead. He walked around the long table, seeing pictures of his friends on the monitors, labeled 'subjects' instead of their names.

He felt sick at the thought of just being treated like experiments, and he wondered where the rest of his friends had gone to. Maybe they were outside...?

His train of thought stopped when he looked down.

Lying by the door, was Chuck. Dead.

(M/n) froze for a few seconds, feeling tears gathering in his eyes as his brain processed what he was seeing. Slowly, he knelt on the ground next to Chuck and gently wrapped his arms around his body, he blinked and a few tears made their way down his dirty face, looking into his lifeless eyes.

He sweetly moved his curls away and pressed a kiss to his forehead, backing away and gently closing Chuck's eyes, letting him rest in peace. "Goodbye, little buddy."

He sighed and placed Chuck's body back on the floor, regretful that he didn't have a way to give him a proper burial. He deserved it, he was just a little kid.

His whole life was taken away by W.I.C.K.E.D, and (M/n) would do anything-

The frown on his face disappeared instantly the moment he looked up, his eyes landing on another body lying on the ground. He stood up and tried to make his way over to them, but his legs shook and quivered, his sight completely glossed over with tears as his bottom lip trembled, he could barely move, and the only thing keeping him moving was the adrenaline.

"Gally...?"

He mumbled, his hands shaking violently as he placed them on his face. Truth is, (M/n) didn't know what to do, just cry and hold Gally close.

There isn't much he can remember from that moment, but he recalls the sound of various vehicles stopping outside before making their way inside the facility.

"We've got a survivor!" One of them screamed and they approached him, these people had tactical gear and masks covering their faces.

And they were trying to pull him away from Gally.

"No! Let go of me! Gally!" (M/n) managed to elbow the guy holding him on the stomach, getting free from his grip and crawling his way back to Gally, "I'm not gonna leave you, okay? I'm not..."

His body shook with each sob he released, blinking away the tears to be able to see Gally's face clearly, wanting to engrave it in his memory. But then again, he was being pulled away from him.

He groaned and kicked, pulling his arms away from the foreign hands holding him back, "I won't leave him! Stop, let me go!" His voice broke, desperately pleading to these people to just let him stay there with Gally.

There was no point in living if Gally wasn't gonna be there with him, reminding him to eat all three meals, to mess up his hair with a playful smile, to show him his drawings, to hear his beautiful laugh, and to comfort him when he didn't feel worthy. He couldn't live if Gally was gone.

"I can't... Gally..." He whimpered and made a last attempt at freeing himself again but to no avail.

"Sir! He's still alive!"

(M/n) saw a spark of hope in the dark tunnel he found himself inside of, and he felt like he was moving toward it, needing the hope to be able to continue.

"Save... Save him! Please, save him!" He yelled at them, as he stopped fighting their hold, and he watched how they stabilized the spear through his chest to cut the handle off. He had refused to leave, struggling against these people again, who decided against it and simply stayed put, "Can I... Can I go with... With him?" He asked between gasps, "Please, let me... Go with him..."

One of the guys holding him released his grip, moving to help the other group get Gally on a stretcher and take him outside to their van.

(M/n) was taken outside in the scorching sun as it began setting, and he started squirming and screaming when he realized he was being taken to another vehicle than Gally.

"Fuck off!" He pushed the man behind him and ran toward the group of four carrying Gally onto the van, and he got in, closing the door behind him. Seeing as he hadn't run away or caused any other major problem, everyone got in their car and drove off.

(M/n) felt his eyelids heavy, but he refused to fall asleep, observing closely what they were doing to Gally to keep him alive.

From what he heard, it was bad, and it would be a miracle if he survived, but he clung to that hope.

He clung onto the possibility of a miracle occurring.

//////

The days that followed felt like a blur.

(M/n) was glad that Gally was still alive, and he hadn't been able to thank the doctor that saved him yet which upset him, but he couldn't leave his side. He had especially learned how to clean his wound and change his bandages, just to have an excuse to be with him, take care of him, and wait for him to wake up.

It was painful, really. He had been told Gally would wake up eventually, but they didn't know when it would happen, how they were unsure if there would be any other issues within his body, and (M/n) was constantly on edge, sitting by his side, sleeping on the worn couch in the infirmary, talk to him about the good memories they had back in the Glade, and where they were.

Even if Gally couldn't hear him or know he was there, he still did, because he cared, and he was scared.

The image of Gally's body lying on that cold floor would flood his subconscious every night, and he was convinced that he would never fully believe or realize that Gally was still alive.

It was early morning at the base, and he had just been taken to the cafeteria by the doctor, Lauren, to eat something. He couldn't, but he tried, for her.

They stayed silent, and after enough time had gone past, (M/n) got up and left, apologizing to her and heading back to the infirmary. It was hard to stay away from Gally for longer than twenty minutes, he couldn't do it.

He sighed and opened the door, expecting to see him there on his bed, still in a coma, just... Waiting for a miracle. But no, Gally was awake.

He was looking around the room, slowly, frowning at the sunlight coming through the slightly open blinds, setting a glass of water -the one he left there- down, when he heard the door being opened. Then, his green eyes, which had been devoid of all emotion, landed on him, shining brightly as they regained their usual glow.

"(M/n)...?" His voice was hoarse and raspy, probably from not being used, and (M/n) found himself shocked in place, looking at Gally as if he wasn't real.

He took a step forward and struggled to take a breath, his eyes filling with tears as he approached Gally, who was also getting emotional at the sight of (M/n) there, by his side, alive.

"Gally," he whispered his name, his voice trembling as he did so, and he got closer to the bed he was lying on. He held his face in his hands, and they looked at each other as if they couldn't believe it, smiling and chuckling between tears, "I missed you, so much," (M/n) hugged him, careful of not hurting him, his face buried on his neck, wetting his skin with his tears.

"Sorry, I... Kept you waiting..." The sound of his voice brought shivers to (M/n)'s back, and he couldn't resist.

He lifted his head away from Gally and leaned in to press their lips together, with no hesitation. Gally gasped in surprise but smiled against (M/n)'s lips and kissed him back.

Their lips moved against each other slowly, and Gally sighed through his nose at the feeling of (M/n)'s hands holding his face gently, his hand lifting to intertwine his fingers to his (curly/wavy/straight) hair, tugging on it weakly, feeling shivers down his body at the quiet satisfied hum he released.

Unfortunately, their kiss was cut short when Gally's breath faltered, reluctantly pushing (M/n) away to regain his breathing. The stinging pain in his chest worked to bring foggy memories back, but he was scared to ask just yet.

"Sorry, are you okay?" (M/n)'s hand moved through his hair, observing him attentively, and Gally felt his face getting hot, knowing he was blushing when (M/n) smiled at him, chuckling and leaning closer again, placing a kiss to his forehead, "I'm so happy you're awake, Gally."

He smiled back at him, "And im happy... You're here with me, (M/n)," at that moment, nothing else mattered to them.

They had each other again, and that's all they could ever ask for, or need.

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coming to meet your parents - obey me! hcs

trying to be a little more consistent with posts, so here's a couple thoughts that came to mind when discussing families with a friend! {also, don't mind any format changes, trying new things!}

prompt: you've got a visit with your parents coming up, but you're not sure who'd be a good choose to bring.. genre: general, you/your pronouns, gn!mc pairings: bros + dateables (minus luke)

You were visiting home soon, very soon actually, and your family wanted to meet these new brothers. After you said that you met them on an exchange program, they were all very sweet towards you.. And who knows what else you spurted out when rambling on and on about them. Your parents always gave you weird looks when you talked about how good they were, and you never realized when you talked about it until they cut in, “Are you sure they’re everything you say they are?”

With a pounding headache creeping up at the thought of all seven of them coming up with you and causing chaos in your parents home, you snapped your pencil lead and cursed under your breath before looking through your bag for your sharpener, only for a familiar hand to appear beside you with one in his palm.

“How’s my favorite student doing?”

“Oh, haha,” You dryly responded, your nose scrunching up at Solomon as you took his sharpener, “You only said that because I snapped my pencil, huh?”

“You were also staring rather intensely at your paper beforehand.” You let out a sigh and began explaining your situation to him, his face beamed and you couldn’t help but worry at the look of pure joy on his face as the two of you approached..

Lucifer

He didn’t like the idea when it came from Solomon

But then he saw your pleading eyes,, He can’t say no to you,,

When going up, he goes by Lucien around family

He doesn’t need to act any different really, but he doesn't exactly go with the flow, so..

But for the most part, you’re fine sending yourself up with Lucifer!

Don’t stumble over his name though, he might correct you incorrectly

Your parents will most likely enjoy your time with him

Well spoken, good manners, and looks put together when he first steps in the house

I mean, have you seen his outfit in the human world? C’mon..

Bring him along for some tea, lunch, really anything involving food and drink and a quick chat, he shouldn’t be a problem

Just be sure somebody will be able to check on his brothers while you’re gone

Mammon

He doesn’t like being called Mason

But if it’s you, he might give it a chance..

Don’t go out somewhere, he’ll somehow end up blowing his money and setting a bad first impression

Leave any money at home, seriously..

Away from gambling, he’s a great time!

Good humor, really chipper and generally a good man

Just don't let ANY bets get on the table no matter what, please..

Keep your time busy with eating and chatting

Follow it up by some board games or card games if you’re up for it

You could be up late at night, fucking around, and your parents would get a nice impression

As long as you keep bribes and bets out of the photo, you’re fine

Leviathan

Unlike everyone else, he didn’t need to go by anyone else, so slipping up wasn’t a worry!

But getting him to even come with you?.. Good luck

He’ll be practically begging you to think it over, invite someone else

Literally anything to get out of it.. He loves you, but not other normies

He’ll be beyond nervous meeting your parents

You don’t have much to worry about unless somebody brings up anime or TSL

Really quiet, nervous shuffles while you eat

Find a way to include games into the bonding, one that he could pick up as easily as any other game

Although he might get a little ramble-y in his explanations, it shows he’s very passionate!

Your parents most likely will find him sweet, a bit on the quiet side though

And, praise him afterwards.. That was a lot for his shut-in otaku self..

Satan

If you call him ‘Sully,’ even for a joke, he’s gonna lose it. So, Samuel it is! (please..)

He’s well spoken and usually doesn’t cause problems, unless he’s pissed, so really do anything

Best bet would most likely be a café, cat themed, maybe with books and actual cats

He’ll be in absolute BLISS

But save it for the end, especially if your parents like cats too, just to end it off on a high note

Will be fine with giving book recommendations to your parents

He can do most other things though, that’s just your best bet

Parents want to have a chat over some coffee? Sure, about what?

A dinner? Fine by him, he’ll try anything

As long as they don’t get under his skin too much, he won’t have a problem

And your parents didn’t have a problem either, they find him knowledgeable and friendly

And if they saw him with cats, they believe he’s more gentle when alone with you, so they're happy

Asmodeus

He finds his human name of Atlas to be very alluring

So he doesn’t mind, but you need to make it up to him

Fuck, good luck with him though..

He’s really bad at holding his tongue about you and anyone who’s attractive to him

Not to mention he’s an influencer, so he may care about photos before touching any food

And you can’t really take away an influencer’s phone..

But, if your mom enjoys makeup and nails, they’ll get along fine

And if you’re dad’s open minded, they’ll get along fine

It all depends on what your parents are like, really

For the most part it can go super well, or super bad!

Not saying to not to pick him, just,, know it’s a dice roll

Beelzebub

He didn’t understand the whole human name thing,,

Beel isn’t a bad name is it? Regardless he’ll go along with the Bryan thing

There’s no way your parents can hate this gentle giant

I imagine he looks terrifying but then he starts talking and you can’t feel anything but safe

Just be careful on the food wait and how much he eats, or he might get bad looks from your parents

But for the most part he’s a safe choice!

Big ol’ sweetheart, you can’t go wrong if you’re careful

If you’re ever nervous about how he might react to waiting, bring a few snacks

Just explain he’s a sports guy and maybe they’ll look past the absolute speed at which he eats

Overall, your parents will probably feel good about Beel

Just,, warn them if he’s coming, so they can cook some extras or cancel the outing plans,, please.

Belphegor

He was half asleep when you explained meeting your parents and the whole him being called Beau for the day..

He shrugged, “Okay.” Slept again.

When he realized how soon it was coming up..

He didn’t get enough sleep for him to stay awake really

Best to go to some sort of observatory with stars so he can point out anything he knows, either directly or indirectly to your parents

He is practically falling asleep on you though, so good luck

When he is asleep, just explain he’s been working hard and must’ve exhausted himself

Parents will be concerned, but understanding (hopefully)

When he is awake though, let him enjoy the stars and the silence

You may need a few more visits for your parents to form a proper opinion, though..

Diavolo

A chance to go to the human world and avoid his work!?

Sign him UP!.. Oh, a new name? Damien? Okay!

He’s gonna accidentally introduce himself of Diavolo, no matter what

Your parents are,, confused to say the least

I mean, you’re with a man who owns a HOTEL? Definitely hit high, kiddo..

Good news, you don’t have to worry about stumbling over things!

Bad news, Diavolo wants to experience so many new things in the human world that it may slip he wishes he had it back home

Even simple things, like certain fair foods,, like hot dogs.

It confuses your parents beyond belief but you can play it off that he was sheltered (I mean, he was..)

Overall, they have a fun time! Taking him to an amusement park was a great idea

They saw a great man who was willing to experience new things, aside from thrill rides..

Bring the man back, he really wants to experience that again :(

Barbatos

His duties should take priority, but Diavolo gave him permission to go for the day

With a cleared schedule and a carefully picked out outfit,, fuck does he make a good impression

But, he’s stiff and really wants to help out, especially with things like teas

To a point your parents are furrowing their brows at you

And you aren’t about to force Barbatos to not be a butler, it’s in his nature by now

Once he does sit, he doesn’t answer much about him

But he always smiles when he responses, is quick to refill drinks and checks on you often if you seemed stressed or tired

It’s a great impression, showing he deeply cares for you

And that he comes off as hardworking or at least caring for others

So, you really can’t lose unless your parents have problems with not knowing everything at once

Just,, know if you fall asleep at all, he may lightly tease you with your parents

Simeon

Seriously, how can you fail with bringing him?

When he found out from Solomon you needed a plus-one, he offers to join you if nobody else can

Accept on the spot or later, he’ll manage to bring something for your parents

Usually some food, like his sandwiches, or something Luke made with proper praise of the boy

Your parents do accidentally assume that Luke’s your son though..

Consider dismissing that before Simeon starts joking at having kids

Aside from the first-first impression, he’s overall very sweet

He can talk about anything for a good amount of time, and always has honeyed words about you

If your parents manage to bring up TSL, slip in that he wrote it

It’s good praise, albeit a bit embarrassing for Simeon

But if your parents enjoy the series, meeting the author would be nice!

They feel blessed to have him in your life,,

(Regardless if they know he’s an author or not)

Solomon

Yeah, this was his idea, but after all the trial and error..

You invited him instead of the demons, for your own sanity

His title carries some weight, so there’s no doubt he’s known by your parents

But you assure them he’s not as bad as the rumors say

Get used to him intentionally trying to embarrass your ass, because he will do it ALL the time

If you’ve told your parents about your training, he’ll non-stop praise you and your skills

If not, he’ll praise your general learning skill and how you’re a great listener

In any sense, you’ll be very embarrassed by the end

Your parents will give you many smiles and laughs about it too

He does say some stuff weird, and dances around personal questions, but that's about it

He’s not a bad choice at all, just a little odd for a human

Your parents will get a good impression of him and (hopefully) change their views about him

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[duchess-kyuupid]

Not quite an X Reader request, but a fun little prompt: In the place of Yuu is a TWST version of Little Ghost from Hollow Knight. Everyone thinks the kid's some random five year old fae that got swiped up by accident and is mostly babysat by the staff, but that doesn't stop some students from trying to bully the baby.

However, the baby in question is very good at hiding knives on their person and is secretly a master swordsman, and one day stabs a bully in the leg for shoving them, right in front of the bully's dorm leader.

Question: How do the dorm leaders react in this situation?

Okay uhh... I haven't written anything for a long time I know, but this I feel like I absolutely HAVE to do. Hopefully Silksong comes soon...right?

« Little Ghost gets into a Little Fight™ in Twisted Wonderland »

[TWST x Hollow Knight, Platonic affection, Ghost is slightly taller than Grim, not an x reader, the bullies are from each respective dorm (like Riddle's bullies are from Heartslabyul, etc.)]

So this whole conundrum started when Little Ghost found their favorite dorm leader in the halls in between classes. In their little scurry to reach them, they had to bypass a couple other students who were also in the hallway. One such student, with their small group of friends, intended to punt them and disguise it as a mere "shove."

"Better watch where you're going, shorty- us tall people can't see you from all the way up here when- OW! God damn it, what the hell?"

Little Ghost hides away their sharpened nail within the cover of their cloak, as if it was never there to begin with. They look up to the bully, pure malice filling the void of its blank, unblinking eyes. The bully's friends decide it was probably best to take the bully to the nurse and apologize on their behalf because, just look at his leg, it's bleeding! And, oh god, how big is that hole in his foot? What even is this weird shadow stuff? Best to just apologize and get out of there while they still could...

~Riddle~

Riddle witnesses the whole thing from the very moment that the Little Ghost saw him to begin with. Yet, the bullies left so quick that he didn't get a chance to collar them for their blatant disregard for the lives of innocent creatures. And almost immediately after the bullies left, the knight headed straight towards Riddle.

He was angry at first, at how the bullies so flagrantly disobeyed Rule #75: Never kick any creature with your left foot on Thursdays. But rather, he ended up feeling more concerned over the safety of the knight than anything else.

He took a moment to make sure the knight was feeling okay before going off into great detail about how it's against school policy to carry and conceal any weapon that isn't a wand on campus. Granted, he momentarily stops himself mid-sentence during his rant about this, since technically Little Ghost isn't even a student at NRC, so perhaps those rules don't apply to them? Hmm... An interesting counterargument indeed...

Ghost merely stares blankly back with little reaction to the scolding from Riddle. He sighs and decides to say nothing else about the knight's hidden weapons because, ultimately, Riddle is just happy that he won't have to worry so much about the little guy getting hurt with the knowledge that they can protect themselves if they need to.

"Well," Riddle supposes, "I guess I can let it go just this once. But just make sure that you don't go around stirring up even more trouble. Just let me know if anyone else decides to bother you, and I shall make sure to deal with them properly. Still, I need to go make sure those other ruffians don't make the same mistake twice about breaking the Queen's rules."

Riddle leans down a bit and pats the top of the knight's head with endearment in his eyes before walking away towards the nurse's office, an obvious glare of anger in his stride as he walked.

And the Little Ghost, left all alone in the hallway, looks down to their little hand, holding onto their precious charm: Fury of the Fallen.

Ah, another time then... they think.

~Leona~

Leona catches the whole thing and laughs about it as he watches the bullies scurry away in fear. He'd be dead before he admits it out loud, but Leona was actually just about to step in for the Little Ghost. True, he was pretending that he didn't see them as they were trying to approach him in the hallway, but he's always trying to look out for Little Ghost, whether on purpose or not.

Anyway, his laugh was more like a snide snicker, filled with mocking amusement. It was almost ironic how those beastmen could be so frightened by such a small little mouse, and hearing them squeal like babies was almost like music to his ears.

Leona smiles wider when Ghost finally approaches him after the incident, and he dips down to give them a little pat on the head.

"Nice job there, runt. That's what they get for messing with the wrong pack."

However, Leona's caught by surprise when the Ghost takes his hand from their head and places something in it. It felt cold- metallic maybe?- in his hand, and he takes a look at the gift Ghost had given to him. A... brooch? Ehh... The thought is nice but he's not exactly a jewelry kinda guy, you know?

Oh wait, and there's a note on it too.

'Mark of Pride. To my favorite pack leader.'

The next day, almost all of the Savanaclaw residents took notice of the new brooch their leader started wearing around.

~Azul~

Well, those bullies did have it coming to them, to be fair. Azul is in equal parts surprised and not surprised at those turn of events. On one hand, he's not surprised that Ghost had a little something up their sleeves on how to protect themselves, but on the other hand, he just didn't expect it to be...that.

Like, you'd think that you wouldn't be able to do a lot of damage with just a comically sized nail, but apparently, it was enough to scare even Octavinelle students away. And what was with that shadow magic? He's never seen anyone use anything remotely similar- not even cosmic magic came close to what the Ghost wielded in tandem with their nail just now.

My, he's just reminded of how the land has so many things to learn and many more to gain from. Azul approaches Ghost after the bullies leave with a smile on his face. Whether the smile is from his eagerness for a new deal, his relief that Ghost is safe, or even a combination of the two- not even Azul knows.

"That was spectacular, Little Ghost! You really showed them what's what!"

And Ghost just looks back up at him with his eyes, devoid of any sort of emotion. Most people have become quite frightened of Ghost by now, and it feels like Azul is the only person who ever looks them directly in the eyes. After all, after spending basically your entire life at the bottom of the ocean, peering into the darkness is nothing new for someone like Azul.

For this reason, while Azul was talking his mouth off at the prospect of learning about Ghost's void magic, Ghost reaches into their cloak and pulls out a charm, picked out specifically for Azul.

Ghost stands on their toes and stretches out their arms to offer their one and only charm of Unbreakable Greed to Azul, and he receives it gracefully with a polite thank you and a semi-surprised expression.

"It's remarkably shiny. Beautiful even. Thank you, Ghost." Ghost quickly finds a pen and paper to write on for a quick note to Azul before he starts getting any ideas.

'Don't sell this one. It's supposed to bring you more money.'

~Kalim~

He was too carried away in talking off Jamil's ears, so much so that he never even noticed the kerfuffle until the bullies started making a fuss.

"NO! GHOST, STOP IT. That's mean!" He scolds ghost as if they were a cat, and he didn't even realize that it was out of self defense. He picks up ghost and cuddles him close to his chest and tries to apologize to the bully for the inconvenience.

Meanwhile, the bully just screams out about how the ghost is a devil in disguise- a monster. Kalim doesn't believe them as the ghost just looks back up to him with (seemingly) innocent doe eyes.

"Well if you were being mean like that to them then its no wonder why they hurt you!" And by that point, the bullies had already started to run off, frightened of getting on the wrong side of an Al-Asim as well as...whatever Ghost is- monster or devil.

"You didn't get hurt did you, little guy?" Kalim asks worriedly, and Ghost merely shakes his head no. With a sigh of relief, Kalim smiles and continues walking through the hallway with Ghost still in tow within his arms.

This was probably the most perfect time for Ghost to offer their gift to him, so from their pocket they take out their Hiveblood charm.

And Jamil has to stop Kalim from crying on the spot when the Ghost attaches the charm onto his cardigan. Ghost doesn't even need to explain what it does- Kalim will probably wear it every day anyway.

~Vil~

Vil sees what happens and also laughs for a second as he watched the bullies run away from the scene. Though, he was a bit disappointed, in a way. Those bullies were the ones who started it, and yet they didn't even have the courage to finish it? Not only that, but they didn't even look the least bit graceful in their bullying tactics. How shameful. He ought to scold them for bringing such disgusting habits into the Pomefiore lifestyle.

But, Vil decided, they were very much beyond his recognition right now. As Housewarden, he can probably set them up with a punishment befitting their actions later, but right now, Vil notices the Little Ghost approaching him with a sort of glee in their steps.

"Hello there, Little Ghost. You weren't hurt, I hope?" And Ghost shakes their head no before reaching into their pocket to pull something out from under their cloak.

Immediately, the hallway fills up with a strong stench in the air that seemingly came from nowhere. But, Vil knew better. After all, he can practically see the fumes radiating off of whatever the Ghost had in their hand. What confused him though, was why it only started smelling when the Ghost took it out from their cloak if they had it this whole time...

The Ghost reaches out their hand to offer their Defender's Crest to Vil, but he looks at it in disgust and pinches his nose so he wouldn't have to smell it. (Alas, this tactic did not help whatsoever, as now he was forced to almost taste the smell as the fumes visibly wafted into his face.) Still, he tried his best to decline the offer as politely as he could... In classic Vil fashion, of course.

"If you plan on giving me that, then forget about it and keep it for yourself. It's disguising and revolting. I'd probably catch 10 different diseases if I so much as touch that thing." Reminder, this was Vil trying to politely refuse the gift.

He almost felt bad about what he said once he sees the way that the Ghost lowers their arms and looks down sadly. Keyword: almost. While their eyes held nothing but emptiness, you could almost feel the small amount of sadness coming from them as they took a moment to think. To be honest, Vil was mere seconds away from reaching for his handkerchief to begrudgingly accept this...lovely gift before the Ghost puts it back into their cloak and pulls out something else instead. It was their charm of Deep Focus, and the beautiful purple gemstones on it shimmered gloriously under the lights in the hallway.

"That's much better," Vil smiles in acceptance and graciously takes the new gift, "And rather beautiful too. Thank you, Ghost."

Ghost was at least happy that Vil liked this one since it was pretty. To be honest though, they were still pretty hurt that Vil would call it disguisting... Ghost can't smell anything, so how were they supposed to know that Vil wouldn't like it?

At least, now it means that they can keep their memento from one of their best friends from their own world.

'I won't ever forget you, Dung Defender. Not even if I lose your Crest.'

~Idia~

Please don't blame him for not stepping in. He doesn't do too well with fights- or just drawing any sort of attention to himself. But! At least when the squabble was over, Idia stood in place and waited for the knight to come to him like they initially wanted. Usually, once Idia sees someone- anyone, really, with the exception of his brother- approaching him, he'll take any sort of excuse to get out of there to avoid confrontation.

Lucky for him, the Little Ghost can't speak. Or perhaps, they choose not to. Either way, it makes it a lot easier for Idia to hang out with the Ghost when he knows he's not going to be expected to answer any random questioning or have to actively participate in conversation.

It's gotten to the point where Idia and Ghost can communicate with each other without making any sort of sounds at all. It's kinda creepy to the other students at the college though... I mean, how can you tell what Little Ghost is thinking when they've never spoken, when their mask is immovable, and when their eyes hold nothing but empty void in them?

Ortho would just tell those people off for him though, because it's in those eyes of theirs that they can understand each other so clearly. Can't you see how much expression Ghost has? Just look at those eyes! [Its complete and utter darkness.] But...to be honest... Ortho doesn't understand it either. Idia supposes he might need to improve Ortho's emotional reading modules...

Going back on topic, Ghost approaches Idia in the hallway and their creepy nonverbal conversation began.

'Are you hurt?' 'No.' 'Good. I can dox them later if you want. Wanna play some games with me later?' 'Yes. I have something for you.' 'Let's see it then.'

Ghost pulls out from their cloak their most precious charm they own: Wayward Compass. Idia's gamer instincts can tell how much latent immense power that is stored in this innocuous brooch, and he accepts it gladly.

Later that day, Idia asks Ortho to scan the object to see what kind of power lays behind this brooch.

"It just shows you where you are on any map."

"Like a GPS?" Ortho nods.

"Oh."

~Malleus~

He's quite pleased actually. He, as well as most of Diasomnia (being the fae that they are), knows the ghost isn't quite a fae, but isn't quite human either, so even he's at a loss for what kind of being the ghost really is. And this mystery makes it all the more easy for Ghost to become the target of bullying, and thus all the more easy for Malleus to become super protective over little ghost. Ultimately, Malleus is glad to see that they were not hurt in the fight.

After all, from the moment when they first met and he looked into it's eyes, he could sense that same sort of empty loneliness within as he does within himself. The Ghost isn't scared of him either, so naturally it seemed that they've become good friends, even if neither party are prone to speaking very much- if at all.

As the Ghost approaches Malleus in the hallway after the fight, he pets the top of their head and wonders to himself- what sort of material is this mask thing made of? Bone? Or is it a type of exoskeleton? Is it made from ceramic or glass? Or perhaps a strange type of wood? Maybe it's made from a material that's only exclusive to the world that Ghost is from.

Lost in his own thoughts, Malleus continued to pat Ghost's head endearingly, and he didn't notice that Ghost was holding something out for him until Ghost takes his hand off of their head and instead wrap his fingers around the stem of a precious white flower. It looked delicate, like it could break apart and fly away at any moment.

And yet, it was such a beautiful flower.

"Is this... for me?" he asks, to which Ghost responds with a nod.

To be honest, the knight would have been completely infuriated if those bullies had managed to break the delicate flower from their home world. They would not have gotten away with the measly scrapes that they did. There was only one of these flowers, and I mean, sure- it was supposed to be for someone else, but the knight got transported here before they could even bring it to Elderbug. Truly though, it was a miracle that the flower had managed to last this long without being broken.

Meanwhile, Malleus gets lost in his thoughts again for a second after realizing that this was the first gift he'd ever gotten from someone he considered as a friend. A kindred soul. He must take great care to protect both the flower and this little creature that is neither fae, human, nor monster- but a friend.

He takes extremely good care of the flower. It might even become one of his favorite items, next to his precious Tamagotchi game, and he places it in an enchanted vase to protect it for as long as he can.

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POV: you're an aspid who broke the delicate flower

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Home is Where the Heart is (Part Four) || Farmer!Rick Grimes (TWD) x Teacher!GN!reader AU

Part 1, 2, 3...

Taglist: @1tsk1tty

rick grimes taglist: @golden-hoax

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Inspiration: Like Real People Do by Hozier.

Summary: Your life was spinning out of control, you knew that. After a string of particularly shattering events, you decided it was time to start anew. With a little help from one of your Grandma's rentals, you found yourself in the small town of Alexandria. The last thing you expected was your neighbor, Rick Grimes.

TWS: flirting, bad relationships, abandonment issues, and self-destructing the good things.

[[A/N: Just know the vibes for Rick in this one are Bucky-based. Like Marvel Winter Soldier character. anyway... Thanks for reading!!! ]]

He wasn't talking, was the first thing you noticed. Which was weird, it wasn't like you were paying attention to him, but he was the one who invited you- whatever.

You were staring, you knew that, but it was just a little dumbfounding. He spoke little, only a few people here and there and when they tried to push farther, he clammed up.

But not with you.

You had in fact been sticking to his side all evening -including during the grilling.

"Y'er gonna wanna wait 'til it's a nice brown," he hummed, motioning to the grill, "-then, flip it."

He was teaching you how to flip burgers, which you kind of already knew but you'd take it from him. Rick's voice was very nice what could you say, you were a simple person.

"Is there any sort of timing into it?" you asked.

"Well, yeah, there's-"

And he paused, eyes locked onto something behind you in a sort of sharpened stare. One you'd never seen before. There were all sorts of new features of Rick's you were discovering.

"What's-" you turned to look.

There was a woman there, tall and slim -beautiful. She had long brown hair, warm brown eyes, and a face sculpted to perfection. The woman seemed to notice Rick and instantly waved a sort of awkward little hand -uncomfortable. You probably would be too if such a glance was leveled at you.

In a fit of courage, you asked, "Whose that?"

Rick didn't respond for a moment, eyes staring straight at her -he looked a little lost. Something in the blue was a deep sort of bitter, but another part was... sad.

"Hey," you stepped in front of his eyes, "-everything okay, Rick?"

He sighed, blue eyes landing on yours, something releasing at the sight of you -the tension in his shoulders. You didn't want to analyze that today.

"My ex-wife."

Oh, something in your mind went blank as you peered back at her but she was now gone from the gate.

"Was she..." you echoed, slowly, "-invited?"

"No," he sighed -a deep one, "-my son probably... It doesn't matter."

"Do you want me to..." you started, a bit nervously, "-stick with you? Maybe ward her away?"

"What like-" he started all gruff voice and hands, sort of awkward, "-like we're datin'?"

"Well, maybe...?" you answered, unsure, "-I was thinking more flirty? Just to keep her at bay, nothing more awkward for an ex-wife, yeah?"

"Well..."

"Does she live around here?" you asked.

He huffed out, "No, but I... just ain't sure with lyin'."

"Who said I was lying, loverboy," you winked at him (and you swore you saw his ears flush), "-but it's only whatever you're comfortable with."

"I think," he hummed, before matching your eyes -thoughtfully, "-yeah, okay. Just one day."

"Just one day," you parroted back, sliding yourself into his side and grabbing his arm, "-wanna go fetch a drink, Mr. Grimes?"

He grinned, in a sort of dazed way -you wondered why for a second, "Yeah, okay."

And so you stayed by his side the entire night, hands lingering and batting your eyes every once in a while -playing the part was strangely natural to you. He reciprocated actions, taking halfway through that night to call you 'darlin' and sometimes even sneaking his hand at the base of your waist -guiding you.

"You okay?" he whispered, the night was over and the party slowly dimmed down, it was just the two of you out here. Yet, he gathered you into his side and wrapped an arm (calloused fingers pressed into your shoulder) around you.

"Yeah," you hummed -mind lit up with memories, memories you were running from, "-just thinking."

"What about?"

Tears gather in your eyes, and you wipe them away -it felt so natural to do so, "Someone I shouldn't."

He fell quiet, only rubbing his hand down your arm -back and forth, back and forth. You took a chance and leaned into his shoulder, nothing romantic then, just... just support.

"Will ya tell me one day?" he asked, genuinely -the rumble of his throat echoing through your head.

"Maybe," you spoke softly, before teasing, "-if you're nice."

Rick laughed, and you felt something in you flicker like a lightbulb -you pushed the warmth away. Despite how good this felt, you couldn't have this. You swore-

"Everythin' alright?"

You sighed, slowly removing yourself from his arm, "Yeah, just tired. Think I need to pack it up for the night."

"Okay," he spoke, gently, but looked at you heavily with those blue eyes, like he knew, "-have a goodnight, darlin'."

You softened, smiling wide and trailing back to your house, "Goodnight, loverboy!"

He laughed, big and loud and you heard it all the way to your door, maybe even after replaying it in your head. You felt a sparkle when... when you made him laugh. A twinkle in your chest.

You stilled.

Not now, you hummed to yourself, trying to flush out the feeling, no more, no more.

"He'll leave you," something in your mind said -quiet and creeping, "-they leave."

You went inside and closed your eyes. You needed a break.

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[anawrites3]

shsjjdjdjd can i ask about all of them? 😂 no, i won’t do that to you :P

can i ask about “spoiled brat” and “still a good boy”?

soooo many intriguing titles tho 👀

You could actually lmao I certainly wouldn't mind!! 😂💕 I love talking about my wips haha so if you have any following questions or just wanna know about some other wips please feel free to ask!

Alright so "Spoiled brat" it a story where Slade is Dick’s bodyguard! Dick is being targeted a lot because he’s the first son of billionaire Bruce Wayne and people keep wanting to get ransom for him so Bruce hired Deathstroke to protect him.

Slade doesn’t often take on bodyguard contracts because he rarely feels like babysitting some brat but Wayne is paying him a lot (and/or maybe he’s a mafia boss that runs whole Gotham from underground so Slade can’t really tell him no because Bruce is his returning customer – I haven’t decided yet lmao) And the thing is, Slade just wants to do his job. But Dick finds him very attractive and he’s not used to people telling him no so he does everything to get into pants.

(Spoiler: Slade wants to fuck him so badly and to finally put him in his place but he doesn't think Wayne would appreciate it.)

(Spoiler spoiler: He does it anyway ;)

Snippet!

The kid was an image of debauchery. With his shirt opened like this, Slade was able to see his rosy nipples, perked up against the cold wind of the night. His neck was littered with marks and hickeys, pink lips slightly swollen from biting down on it and glistening with saliva. Slade watched the way Grayson reached up to ran his fingers through his hair, as if it would somehow help with how messy they already were – as if someone was tugging at it with no care how the kid would look afterwards. Slade kept his face carefully blank as Grayson pushed himself away from the stone wall of the building and walked over to him, not stopping until their faces were inches apart. His breath smelled like whiskey. “Like what you see?” He purred out. His hand rested against Slade’s chest and Slade eyed it shortly before looking at the brat again. Grayson smirked. “I could show you something you would never forget, sweetheart. You don’t need to keep pretending you don’t want to fuck me.” Slade didn’t react in any way. “Your father won’t be happy about your behavior today.” He stated dryly. Grayson’s smile sharpened into something wild. “Oh?” He slid his hand down Slade’s chest, towards the knife sheathed by his hip. Slade grabbed at his wrist before Grayson could touch it. “You gonna punish me then?” “I meant Wayne.” He sighed. “Get your ass in the limo, you’re going back home.” Grayson hummed, batting his eyelashes. “Can I suck you off on the way?” “No.” “You’re no fun.” The brat pursed his lips before smirking again. “I’ll get you to fuck me one day. You’ll see.” Slade shoved him towards the parked limousine.

And “Still a good boy” is apprentice Dick story :3 where Dick manages to escape after almost a year as Deathstroke’s apprentice. But no matter how much Dick hates it, all that time of being Renegade changed him and shaped him in the way Slade wanted. So even when Dick is back to working with good guys, the sight alone of Slade makes him feel things and he can’t resist himself when his masters gives him an order :3

Have a lil snippet for this one as well <3

“Robin!” Bruce hissed at him but Dick wasn’t able to move, wasn’t even able to look away. Slade smirked at him and there was something so pleased in the curve of his lips that warmth spread around Dick’s stomach because he was the one making Slade happy, he was- No. No, he wasn’t Slade’s apprentice anymore, he was no longer Renegade. He was Robin, he reminded himself, and he didn’t have to listen to any of Slade’s orders. Most of all, he didn’t want Slade to be pleased because of him. He didn’t want the man to be pleased at all, he wanted him behind bars where he belonged, he wanted- Dick’s breath stuttered as Slade reached out towards him, to gently tuck a strands of his hair behind his ear. “You’re still a good boy, aren’t you, kid?” He murmured, satisfaction almost dripping from his voice like honey. “Still eager to obey my every word, as if you never left, hm?” The words were already on Dick’s tongue, his body wanting to answer the question without his thought because Master always expected an answer when he asked a question when a body slammed into Slade’s side, pushing the man off his feet. Dick stayed on his knees, too shocked to do anything else as he watched Red Hood fight Deathstroke with all he got. Jason didn’t have his helmet on as if he got here in a rush and Dick was able to see the furious snarl on his face, as he slammed his fist into Slade’s jaw. Another second and Bruce was back at Dick’s side, helping him to his feet. “Let’s go.” Dick clenched his fingers on Bruce’s forearm and let him lead himself away but then- “Renegade!” Slade barked and Dick didn’t remember moving but suddenly he was covering his master’s blind spot and blocking a punch Jason tried to aim at Slade’s throat. Dick’s eyes met Jason’s, both frozen with shock at what just happened. “I’m-” he started, lips trembling. He didn’t mean to do that. He didn’t mean to move at all. “Jason, I didn’t-”

Post for the wip ask game here!

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[xylomane]

Okay, so... I got Skyward blade. Woohoo!!! (Hoyo throw me my Haran pls) Anway am gauranteed but am sure am rlly gonna get it! 10 days time to grind! :DDDD OMG WAIT UPDATE I GOT HARAN I REPEAT I GOT HARAN 7 DAYS BEFORE BANNER END AAAAAAAA This is part 2 so make sure to read part 1 here How ya'll doing? :DDD

Eye to eye, the meaning of their stares completely incomprehensible. As they threw scowls at each other, you busied yourself in thinking of the mysterious source of such rivalry. The air began to feel sort of... thick here, truly a tough situation to not talk, it's taking all your willpower to not ask any questions. You decided to shoot a glance at your closest friend which had you noticing the somewhat pensive look on his stare—probably kind of deep or lost in thought. Little did you know that you have known your best friend so well over the years. Cyno is indeed thinking of something, his mind's been gathering every single information of Alhaitham, all of which you needed to know, but he wouldn't be blurting all those out with the actual rival facing him. He isn't that impulsive.

Alhaitham is an old student here—he came around the same time he enrolled on this school and there could've been no history between them if it weren't for the frequent arguements they had. Cyno's dislike of Alhaitham's attitude led him to disagree with most of his views and even the smallest topics that he discusses with complete rationality ticked him off. He'd give him the pleasure to be complimented by frankly admitting that his decisions are very well calculated but unfortunately, sometimes they feel wrong. Just before, you were thinking of how good of an ally he is and then, before you even know it, he'll change sides if that's what will help him achieve his own selfish goal the most. Alhaitham is the human embodiment of a double-edged sword, should you really allow a walking red flag into your life? He surely didn't befriend you for this kind of taste in men. Cyno's gaze sharpened more at the thought.

Alhaitham may have twinkled brighter among the gems of this school, but he's still undoubtely unpredictable. If anything would be predictable about him, it's that whatever will ONLY be his advantage will always be what he's after. That's why these years that they've been classmates, they've always silently pressed knives at each other's throats. Several times both of them probably wanted to cut it.

And with that, Cyno quiets his mind, having one firm decision on the platter. His gold-sand eyes slide towards you and he grabs you by the arm before taking a step forward. Confused, you look at him turn away and hesitated. 'Is he the one frozen or are you stopping him? Wait... you're?' Cyno turned his head around in disbelief and then proceeded a look of concern. Don't tell him- you actually want a conversation with this man?! Even with his look of request for compliance, you still refused and held your arm back... What is wrong with you? With a sigh, Cyno let you go. You look back at Alhaitham, soothing the part of your arm that Cyno nearly yanked with light rubs. You couldn't help but wonder, is Alhaitham really that much of a bother to him? Which side of Alhaitham is worth that perception? Left to wonder and investigate what must've caused the weird tension earlier, you decide to study your new found friend. As if in response to your stare of genuine curiosity, his smooth porcelain features face you. His eyebrows are slightly angled down but then they soften, and at that moment did you lose yourself to his vibrant rare eyes. The way those green irises blended to a brown color surrounding his pupil... how mesmerizing. Almost in a very... very... attractive way. Cyno couldn't believe his eyes. 'Are you seriously gawking at this man?' He thought incredulously. Who knew anyone would be attracted to this old-mental-aged bore. Ugh, he even feels guilty for saying that insult internally... but honestly speaking, what he just said doesn't seem to fit Alhaitham's personality. There seems to be... no way to insult this man. It was obvious for anyone to see the situation that you're gawking at none other than the attractive yet terrifying husband potential supreme student government president that never lets anyone or anything waste his time. Do you waste his time by just staring like this? What does he think of— As if Cupid decided not to shoot an arrow, a realization knocked over your head. 'Close your mouth, you gawking idiot.' The self-conscious side of your brain tells you. But isn't he just so beautiful to stare at? Where did he get those eye-contacts? Are those even eye contacts...? 'No, no, no!' You discipline yourself. You can't let the head-over-heels version of you prevail. Clearly, you don't want to make a fool of yourself. So instead of fretting about whether this man is spoiled by his genes or if he enhanced himself with products, it's a better decision to just... let everyone meet each other! You decided that since they're now your two friends, perhaps an introduction shall be done!

"Do you two know each other?" You first ask, breaking through the stretching silence. It's given that they had... maybe, a little history. You're not too shallow to not understand those ridiculous angry staring like they'd tear each other to shreds once you look away. Geez. But of course, you want to know the source of this drama but before that, you need the confirmation if they truly know each other, to be admitted by none other than either of their lips. In response to your question, Cyno deadpans you. Fortunately, it's not being rude, and you take this as a 'yes'. Since no one seemed in favor to speak, you tried to take the opt to answer your own question-

"We do know each other." Alhaitham suddenly admits. You smile and your eyes spark then he continues. "He's Cyno. A student in the same level as mine. We've been here for nearly ten years." He crosses his arms and his face remains neutral.

You can't help but lift your eyebrows in surprise to this statement. '10 years...? That's... a lot.' The way he said it too, it's so casual. Has Cyno truly always been honest with you? Why did Cyno never introduce you to him? Perhaps, maybe Cyno saw you uninterested in making friends with Haitham? But you often tried to catch a glimpse of this person for almost every second everyday, with or without Cyno and whether on the school fields or most especially in the library. He looked like the type of guy to not like being involved in social activities so you never engaged in any with him. Maybe Cyno just never thought of you interested in him? That might sort of make sense but you never saw things in Cyno's perspective, perhaps you can ask for his sometime after this. Alhaitham is the man that really piqued your interest. Out of everyone in the school, it's him. It was enough to have you following his trails, swearing honestly to the clouds above, you're not stalking. Just... just having a mild interest in someone. You simply want to follow his trails to just stop by at anything he's interested in, hoping you'll find a piece of him amongst those items. You wouldn't be doing that in front of him though. He might get the wrong idea.

When you had just bumped over Alhaitham today, you can't help but stare at his stature. With his gaze looking down on you, you just realized that one of the rumors about him in this school isn't false. He really does look scary. Because of this, you thought of how accurate the other rumors could posibly be. Factually speaking though, Alhaitham really is enigmatic, that part isn't a rumor. It's reality and to you, that's a given excuse for your dream to understand him. You love indulging yourself in the not-so-anticipating enigmas of people, Alhaitham being that. Whenever you look into his unreadable eyes, you feel like your staring straight at an equation with no directions, except the formula which is to think. What's in his mind? Why is he always so calm? How does he maintain his composure even during difficult situations? You've heard all sorts of different stories about him but none of them seemed to answer your questions. Some lower-leveled students that sought him for help on their research last year came back to their classrooms babbling about his brilliant ideas and suggestions. Others weren't so blessed to see his nice side for they completely ended up hating him and backstabbing him for his frank opinions. Does he... care about such reactions from people? Now you're really diving deep into your ideas of him. At some point in highschool, a few started calling him their unintentional life savior, because they were only able to graduate with his help. They must've took Alhaitham's words as a way to innovate while others took his frank opinions to heart and considered them harsh judgements. You can't help but look down to your feet. However, despite the cliques of haters, this man still managed to make ladies come after him. Last year, by their classroom hallways, there would always be a few beautiful girls on standby, blinking hooded eyes whenever he walked past the corridors and when he's completely past them, they'll scurry away with scarlet-wine cheeks, exchanging low titters and words out of your earshot. Going back to reality and popping your Alhaitham-study bubble, you give out an honest reaction.

"Woah... I never knew you guys know each other! Well, I call him by Haitham. How come you never introduced me to him if you both knew each other?" You ask Cyno beaming with what seemed like child-like interest. 'How dare you hint your voice with such a cute cheerfulness when asking about this man?' Sulked Cyno. You looked so excited to hear his own answer and it feels like you're teasing him. Cyno shifted uneasily under your pressure, knowing that despite your naivety of the situation, you actually might've known something. You catch Alhaitham's lips part but they close again as if what he wanted to say was not in favor of Cyno. However, Alhaitham's face did not betray anything and Cyno flashes him another intense glare. If looks could kill, you and Alhaitham would share a casket by now. "I just... didn't have time is all." Cyno excuses but there was an underlying bitterness within his tone. He directed his gaze away and shyly scartched his nape. You glance at Alhaitham and then to your best friend. Suddenly, their back at their glaring contest. You're not connecting any dots at all. This mysterious rivalry is sure radiating something ominous. What's the story between these two and why in the world do they act like their about to crush each other's balls? You heave a sigh, clearly bewildered of the situation. You thought it'd be better if you stop them from doing this right now but you needed to know the reason first, "Guys, what's—"

"Woah... we got some serious stuff goin' on here..."

'Who dared interrupt you?' You glance over the talker—a male student clutching a brown envelope of documents by his chest, watching the three of you in a bubble of your own dramatic scene with amusement. His eyes travel from Cyno holding your arm (which you didn't even notice him do just now) then to your two buddies having a glaring contest and then to you. When he glanced at you, he felt like a judge for a dating show. You knew by the way he was looking at you that he is trying to understand what this quarell's all for. He seemed harmless though, he's face held no negative signs and he seems to be judging you the the friendly way. He looked at you from head to toe as if studying with great focus on how you look and then suddenly, a slight chuckle comes out of his mouth. He got the wrong idea didn't he? *For people who don't understand, this student thought Cyno bb boi and daddy Haitham were fighting over who gets reader's love, he realizes you're actually quite cute and suddenly he thinks that's one of the reasons*

Alhaitham had long left that ridiculous staring contest that felt like something that would stretch on for eternity. Now his gaze has been shifted towards the new guest to your conversation. Cyno notices him not looking back but doesn't let his stare drift away until he notices you side-eyeing him with a "look over your shoulder" look. Cyno blinks a few times with realization and turns his head to his side just in time to see a bowing scholar. He looked down then up at the scholar behind him and did not know who he was. What was once a look of flaming irritance with furrowed eyebrows became a softened look of shame. He looks absolutely cute and guilty, you hid your laugh. He looks so flustered. "Uhm, hi...? Am I interrupting anything?"

"Yes you are." "No you aren't." "Not really." All of you answered at the same time. *cyno* *Alhaitham* *Reader* You look over Cyno, Cyno looks at you. Alhaitham looks at Cyno, you look at Alhaitham, and Cyno looks at both of you. "No." All of you answered. The student chuckles softly at this, looking so perplexed as he shifted uneasily before these three weirdos. He clumsily opened his brown envelope to flick through a few papers until he took one out. He then pauses with his mouth open and his eyebrows furrowed before pointing the paper at Alhaitham. "You Alhaitham?" He asks casually. "Yes." Your new friend answers. Suddenly, the student seemed to have regained his long lost confidence, along with his forgotten original personality. With a bright smile, he starts having a conversation with him like an extrovert out of it's shell. "Ah~ I've heard a lot from Kaveh about you! Come on sir, help me with my research! I heard you're very great in writing, let's just say I kind of suck at it but I'm trying. I'm thinking maybe you could judge my essays? I'm still confused about this part of the langguage..."

Suddenly, you and Cyno weren't even there but thank the heavens because it is a blessing to Cyno that the tension didn't rise into anything much worse. He wouldn't allow you to watch them have another one of their repetitious debates. It would be embarassing for you to watch two gnarling dogs.

A loud ear-piercing alarm suddenly echoes out of the school hallways and out onto the fields. You and Cyno flick your heads up on sync, recognising the school bell. You grab your own backpack from the bricked ground and then rushed towards the white marble stairs before the building entrance with Cyno trailing behind. As you two were walking by the corridors to your classroom, you feel that you've missed a step in your routines today. Well, not anymore.

"Cyno! How are you?!" You squeaked joyfully beside him, putting your arm around his own, knowing that maybe that'll ease him a bit from walking too fast.

But upon looking at his shadowy gaze towards Alhaitham, you quickly pick-up the hint that he might not be up for any talks today. But there's just this feeling that you can't shake off. It feels like you're intervening on something. Is there some sort of beef between these two that you may have missed for the past two years? Is that the reason why Cyno never introduced him to you?

Alhaitham's figure sauntered before you and Cyno, the student chatting with him in a rush to get to his class. He bid goodbye to Alhaitham and asked if they could meet by afternoon to which Alhaitham agreed on so the student could finally get to his class with relief. Cyno's stare did not waver and Alhaitham won't look back. To you, he seemed to be unaware of it but knowing that a person like Alhaitham probably knows everything behind his back and has a way with people had you doubting your senses. He even managed to stir the school with his famous name while still keeping a low profile. Then you remembered something one mid-August day last year. 'He knows a lot that he shouldn't,' One of the girls at the cafeteria gossiped. 'but he wasn't ever scolded by the teachers once!' Her hand reachers to cover her open mouth. 'I heard he even knew of Sir Azar's malevolence and that he was the reason he got kicked out of the school.' The girl beside her whispers loudly. 'A teacher asked him how he knew of this, said that he only thinks the teachers shouldn't be divided into two with the other group scheming for some trouble. So when he got tired of the school's corrupt system he gathered everything to expose him.' And the two girls shake their heads disapprovingly of Azar's actions. 'Isn't Azar the teacher in charge of checking the student government progress and is closely in ties with the principal?' A random blonde girl with a blue head band suddenly interjects to the conversation of the two girls. The two girls beside her exchange glances. "I heard he was planning to overthrow the principal with a scandal." This had an effect on the two noisy girls, reacting loudly with gasps of surprise. Ironic that the two instead were the ones to shush the blondie who probably had the lowest voice out of them three. You struggled just trying to pick up her full sentence and having to guess the rest of her sentence earlier. Unfortunately. the rest of their conversations were so low, it was never heard, how sad you can't hear much more. Why keep the low voices though? And then it hit you. Any gossip about Azar in the school has been banned. Rule made by, President of Supreme Student Government Alhaitham himself. For the reason? Maybe so people can give him the privacy he needs? Yes, that's very Alhaitham-like.

The thought was very random but you had no idea why it even stuck to your head. You shake it off, looking out the windows of the corridors overlooking the busy city after the forest-like boarder. Whatever Alhaitham is like, you're ready to know. You're friends now after all. But not all friends are good. Good thing you have Cyno by your side. You finally got inside the classroom. Cold air-conditioned wind brushed your soft cheeks and every bead of sweat on your face turned to a freezing touch of ice. You set your back pack beside wooden seat next to Cyno at the back row and when you take a sit, his gaze softens to meet yours. The glass window shot a ray of sunlight to his observing stare, revealing the beautiful hue of his golden desert eyes. Now's the perfect time to ask.

"Are you and Alhaitham—"

"How did your morning went?" (...) Blink once, twice, thrice. Did he just...cut you off? You raise an eyebrow.

"Come on, what's going on?" You groaned. No way you're letting this go off without context. Cyno sighs and gives in to what you want.

"We're friends. Just not close. I'm not saying his bad... even Tigh don't like him much. It's best not to get involved with that man." Cyno answers you, voice low enough for others to not hear, as he brought out a history book from his bag. His face is angled down, something unreadable written on his gaze below slightly furrowed eyebrows. You look at him and Alhathaim, dazed.

"Okay." You mumble as you slide your book gently on your table. What is it about Alhaitham that you don't know....? Even Cyno — your closest friend, the one you always get answers from, the one that always tells you what you needed to know —wouldn't want to share the answer to your question. Truly strange.

*To be continued*

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[nihoneshi]

Ragnar groans, tossing his phone onto his bed before sitting on the floor by the bed-frame. He had absolutely said too much, way too much, with a couple of smaller bottles of alcohol strewn across the coffee table, he knew he wasn't doing himself any good at all with this, especially with how they've been acting over the past couple of days, where it was just getting worse.

He thought facing his past head on and finishing the painful memories of the war's tyrants would end in him finding his happy ending, finally being able to be with Andor in peace, not dealing with anyone or anything, but, life goes on, and he knows it is not that easy. Ragnar sprawls his legs out, shuddering out a long sigh. He shouldn't have said anything, he shouldn't have said that much, it's going to spread like wildfire, now.

In his own vague terms, his wishes to be left alone to rot like he usually did were being threatened. He shouldn't have said that much, he shouldn't have exposed himself to everyone like that. Especially to someone else who is suffering like he is. Halvor definitely doesn't deserve to hear that he isn't the only one who's now thinking of making certain ideals permanent. Ragnar knows drinking isn't healthy, and he knows his actions before the whole shitshow that went down was healthy, either.

Trying to end it because he didn't want Spyro or the other Peace Keepers to be hurt again by Brini or his goons. Ragnar had nightmares for days when Spyro had gotten injured while Ragnar was unable to help him--even if he was injured as well, he could've done more to help him, could've.. could've made it so that they weren't hurt, and didn't have to worry the other Peace Keepers.

Oh who was he kidding? It's too late to go back, it's too late to erase what he said in those chats, it's too late to.. to..

Ragnar debates lying and saying that he's going to sleep. Ragnar feels like absolute trash thinking of lying to even Halvor's face, but.. Texting him, before setting down his phone again, and standing up to a wobbly form, he was drunk, actually. But he was still stained with red in a couple of places, so they'd strip down, and then just sit down in the shower, letting cold water run, to soothe his aching muscles, but not his aching heart, he watched dirt and dried blood slide off his body.

He felt so... out of it, just wanted to actually make it permanent, now. Ragnar sighed, hiding the tears dripping down his face, his claws were still offcolor auburn from the blood he had been drenched in after the fight--not to mention he probably smelled like rotting flesh and blood, too. And.. alcohol, which has been his daily ever since he had come back home.

Sometimes he just wish he could've collapsed on that beach and died right then and there. There was no one there, and Ragnar doubted anyone would find him for weeks. Or even if ever. Sometimes, he just wanted to keel over, especially with the sheer amount of chaos going on with the kids. He was never sober enough, and if it weren't for the fact that he had run out of alcohol that evening, he would probably be drinking his entire stock, as bad of an idea it was.

Not like anything he's done is a good idea. He knows he likes to bleed, it's so fucked up. And.. he can just bandage it up again later, so... what's the problem? Ragnar chuckles as he stares at his sharpened claws, he had done it for the battle, for a better grip on his weapons, but now he was staring at them, unable to think straight. Maybe he does want to do something permanent? Maybe he does want to end it? Who cares?

It wasn't going to be like anyone had the other key, they had to track down...

Andor.

The clawtips that were threatening to rip into his wrists had stopped, the moment he had thought of his partner.

Ragnar sat there, frozen in time as he thought about what it be to Andor, to poor Andor--to come back to this mess, to come back to this? Was his suffering, was the end of his suffering really worth it, if it was going to hurt Andor?

Ragnar slides himself against the side wall of the shower, sobbing, tears waterfalling down his face as he removed the claws from his wrists entirely. His head thumped in pain, he felt dizzy, shutting off the water, he sat there, the pain was absolutely too much to bare, but the idea of leaving Andor behind tore into his heart more than any suicidal thought he had over the past couple of months. No amount of the attempts before the fight, and no amount of thoughts after he had gotten back.

He couldn't be so selfish.

Right?

#valiance in peace: ragnar ic #drabble #alcohol tw #get this fucking man therapy #ptsd tw #suicidal thoughts tw