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fieldofdaisiies · 7 months

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Just A Little Bit of Your Heart

ship: Azriel x Reader type: angst word count: 2,4k warnings: curse words, mentions of a one night stand, unexpected pregnancy summary: It was just a one night stand, or that is what you thought... fic masterlist

"The baby will have wings!"

Your hands tremble. And they tremble so much the plate you are holding slips out them, and then shatters when it hits the floor. Splinters fly everywhere, but your best friend is quick to shove you away.

She is faster than you, gently shoving you away before you can lean down to collect the shards. "Not in your current state! Let me do this."

You huff. "I am pregnant, not fragile or ill," you say, still dried tears on your cheeks, and more burning behind your eyes.

"Yes, with a winged baby, because this fool did not pay attention." There is so much fury inside of your best friend, you have never seen this side of her before, her voice drips with venom.

"For making a baby it always needs two people. I am not innocent in this." You crouch down and help your best friend collect the shards of broken glass and—

"Fuck!" You lift your index finger to your mouth, licking the droplet of blood away.

"I told you to let me do this, you are hurting yourself and—" "And what? They baby will still have wings and I will still be pregnant. I just cut my finger, nothing dramatic."

You swallow thickly, slumping onto the ground. You immediately regret your tone and snapping at your best friend. She only wants to help and be there for you…

But it is so much to deal with and then the hormones just intensify everything you are feeling.

The fear, the apprehension about the baby having with wings and the prospect of having to raise the child by yourself, should you survive the birth, finally reach the surface. You tried hide these emotion for so long, but now you fail — they all bubble up, overwhelming you.

You lean against the kitchen counter behind you, pulling your knees up and fold your hands over your face.

Then the damn breaks, tears running out of your eyes, rolling down your cheeks as you sob into your hands.

"I am so scared," you bawl.

Your best friend has already scooted over, careful of the broken pieces of porcelain, and wraps her arm around your shoulders. She pulls you to her chest, letting you cry into her shirt. "I know that the babe has wings, the healer confirmed it. And I am just working in this little shop, I don't earn enough to take care of the child alone."

Your tears wet her shirt, and your best friend holds you tightly, her hand clasping your upper arm. She is becoming your anchor, the only thing you can hold onto in this moment.

"It was so foolish. He said he took the tonic. I also drank the tea the same morning, and neither of those things worked. Conceiving for fae is so difficult, why…"

Your voice breaks and you can't finish your sentence, your throat is dry, burns and the back of your mouth aches.

"It wasn't foolish. You were both careful, and it just happened." Your best friend's voice is softer now, although inside of her a burning fire of fury about the shadowsinger putting a baby that could harm you inside of you. It could cost you your life and she would never forgive him for that.

You exhale a long breath when you lift your head a little, still leaning onto your friend. You rest your head against her shoulder, staring at the window opposite you.

A veil of grey is being drawn over the sky, dark clouds passing by — rain is about to start. You keep staring at the window, sitting in silence as the first raindrops start to fall, landing gently on the window pane. You watch as the rain intensifies, and the sky darkens further until heavy rain pours down and wind whips agains the windows and the walls of the apartment building you are living in.

The atmosphere outside mirrors the whirlwind inside of you, the storm brewing there, the cold and gloomx atmosphere.

There are so many emotions. And these emotions, mostly fear and nervousness, mingle with the hormones that actually make you so very happy that your are growing a little babe inside of you, but at the dame time so sad that the child will have to grow up without a father.

The whole previous evening you spent staring at your round belly in the mirror, sobbing silently to yourself.

With the big wool sweaters you always wear the belly is barely visible, but when naked, one can obviously see the growing bump.

You best friend draws in a deep inhale and leans her head against the top of yours.

"You need to talk to him," she says in a soft voice. "And before you protest, I say so because first of all, he has a right to know. And secondly, and most importantly, he might be able to help you."

You sniff loudly. "How should he help me?"

"The High Lord, who he is close with, has a son with wings. And our High Lady is also only fae, so there must be a possibility."

"What if he wants nothing to do with me?"

"Then you at least tried."

"Don't you think I will only be hurt more?"

You lift your head to look at her. There is a small smile on her lips, one that conveys support and warmth, her eyes shining with empathy.

She shakes her head. "You still have me. I won't leave you alone with this. I never would. But you still have to tell him."

You don't want to do it, you don't want to face Azriel, don't want to tell him, but you know she is right. You have to do it. He has a right to know.

This was a one night stand.

You somehow caught the male's attention in a small bar in Velaris, and somehow he ended up in your bed. When you woke up, Azriel slipped into his trousers and out of your flat within a few moments. He was gone without a word, disappeared into the shadows, and you haven't heard from him since. You don't even know how to contact him.

You don't know where he lives? Does he live with the High Lord? Or in this huge house on the mountain? With the general of the Illyrian armies and his mate?

"I don't know what to say to him," you whisper.

The rain outside intensifies. Your friend uncurls her arm from around your shoulder, bringing it forward so she can clasp your hand in hers.

She places a soft kiss to the top of your head and in a calm voice she says, "Tell him what you told me. That you don't understand how it happened and that you are afraid and want nothing more than his help."

"What if I want more than that?" You bite back a sob and turn your head a little.

"What if I want a little part of his heart. For the baby. If it—if we survive this, I want my baby to have a father. I want my baby to know its father." A single tear slips our of your eye and your friend quickly wipes it away with her thumb.

"That is something to think about in the future. You need to think about yourself now, sweetie. You matter now, everything else is open for the future."

You nod, trying to agree with her, but the thoughts about the possibility of the baby never meeting its father are gnawing on you.

And they keep gnawing on you the whole night where you lie awake, shifting and turning, your back aching, and tears still wetting your cheeks and pillow.

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Cold sweat coats your back, your palms. Your knees wobble, and your whole body trembles as you lift your hand, drawing in a deep inhale. Then another. And another. Your hand rests on the cool door handle, but you can't bring yourself to pull it down.

He really came.

You can hardly believe it. He got your letter, and he is truly here. Until a few moments ago, you doubted it. You did not think he would really follow your invite. You were very vague in your letter, only mentioned that if he remembers you you would have something important to discuss with him. It could have been a trap, but he must have recognised the urgency in your wording, must habe known he could trust you.

Drawing in another breath, you finally pull down the handle and your lips part as your eyes land on him.

He is…still the most beautiful male you have ever seen in your life, covered in darkness and shadows, expression stoic, eyes glowing with curiosity.

But he came!

"You came," you whisper, voice trembling.

Your heart beats in your throat, hammering so fast and hard you think it might burst right through your ribcage.

It was just a one-night stand, a fleeting moment of passion, but you still remember him so vividly. How he touched you, how he kissed you, how he held you. And how he left. You felt used and sad after it, but you shouldn't have. Both of you only wanted fun for a night, but still it somehow hurt when he left.

"You called." His voice is flat, no emotion in it as he speaks. His face is not necessarily cold, but nonchalant, emotionless.

Azriel is nothing but darkness as he stands there, shadows swirling around him, stretching out towards you.

He eyes you closely, jaw clenched slightly.

You barely know him, only know his body, but he is now connected to you in the most profound way possible. You carry a part of him inside of you. Your child. His child.

Azriel's face is a mask of unreadable emotions, some clouds darken his eyes and you can’t tear your eyes away from his.

"I wasn't sure you if you—" "I do remember you."

Something, some unreadable emotion passes over his face, and a muscle in his jaw ticks. His hands, those scarred hands you felt all over your body, are folded behind his back, and he stands in a stance, almost like he is ready to fight whatever is about to come. A stern warrior, and not the passionate male you lay with.

"Come in?" you say, your voice trembling slightly as you step aside to let him enter. Azriel hesitates, but eventually he walks in, gaze wary as it sweeps through the inside of your room. He is looking for possible danger, making sure the place is safe and you can't blame him for it. Your invite must have sound cryptic, he is careful and that is alright.

"Why did you invite me?" Azriel asks, finally speaking up and taking the weight from your shoulder to open the conversation.

You are wringing for the right words to explain it all as you lead him over to the kitchen counter. You lean against it, your gaze moving to his eyes.

You drop your glamour, and try to hold his gaze, but suddenly Azriel starts to sniff the air, his brows furrowing as he looks around him. It almost looks like understanding dawns on him, whirlwinds of emotions glowing in his eyes. He must sense it in this moment.

"I am with child!" you blurt out.

The words are so loud in the room, they bounce off the walls and hollow through the room. Through your mind, making you feel dizzy for a second.

You move your hand over your round belly, smoothing out the sweater, to show him the bump.

The silence that follows is deafening, broken only by the sound of your own ragged breaths.

Azriel says nothing, his face pales, his shoulders slump, and his whole expression and posture crumbles.

He blinks, as if trying to process what you have just revealed. Although his face is unreadable, you can see the storm of emotions swirling beneath the surface.

"Is it mine?" he asks and you want to face-palm him. You would do it, if it were under different circumstances.

"Of course, it is yours. The babe has wings!"

The tone you have chosen wasn't alright, he could not have known, you could have been with other males…but why would you invite him and tell him then?

This revelation shatters him truly. Azriel begins to vehemently shake his head, like he can feel the weight of what the baby having wings means.

"No," he whispers, and then repeats the word over and over again. He brings a hand up, brushes his hair back and shakes his head again. "No, that can't be. You took the tonic, I did too. How did that happen?"

"I also don't have an explanation, I only know that I am with child now. A baby with wings." Your chin quivers, lower lip starting to tremble. You feel how your body begins to shake, blood rushing in your ears.

"And I am afraid."

Once again the damn breaks, and a sob rips itself free.

Azriel says nothing, just stands there.

"I understand that it is a lot to take in, that this is difficult, but I needed to tell you."

You suck in a sharp breath, your tears tasting salty in your mouth. "I just thought you deserved to know. It was a one-night stand, and I never planned for any of this to happen, but it did, and I can't keep it a secret from you."

You feel so vulnerable in this moment, your heart cracking open, everything inside you convulsing.

It somehow angers you that he says nothing, but you had more time to deal with the newly learned information, he only found out now. Maybe he just needs more time to process.

"I don't know what to say," he admits, his voice softer, and for the first time he lets his own emotions show, vulnerability flashing brightly in his eyes. "This is... unexpected. Overwhelming."

You nod, biting down on your lower lip. With the back of your hand you wipe away some tears.

"I don't expect anything from you, I just…if the baby and I survive this, all I am asking for is a little bit of your heart. Not for me, for the babe."

Your voice is so terribly shaky, tears welling up in your eyes again as you try to hold his gaze. "I didn't expect it either," you whisper, wiping away a tear. "But I want the baby to know its father. If it ever comes to that."

Azriel is the one to suck in a breath now, the weight of his own childhood crashing down on him. Everything, every little pain when he was a child, bubbles up inside of him and his body starts to shake.

The room is filled with a heavy silence once more. It feels like the walls are moving in on you, the room growing smaller and smaller, almost suffocating you.

As you wait for his response, your heart still races, but now it's not just with fear. There's a glimmer of hope, a spark of possibility that maybe, just maybe, he will grant you this wish and be a father for the child if it comes to that.

"We are going to see my healer, the High Lord's healer. She knows about wings, she knows about babes with wings. You are not alone in this."

Azriel's steps are so fast, so unexpected, he hesitates for a moment, but suddenly his arms wrap around your shoulders and he embraces you tightly, his chin coming to a rest on top of your head.

"I am not leaving you alone in this. It comes as a shock and I am sorry about my reaction, but this child is as much mine as it is yours, and it will have a part of my heart." His arm wraps around you tighter. "It will have my whole heart."

He swallows, his chest heaving with a deep inhale and your curl your own arms around him, loud sobs ripping themselves free, muffled in the fabric of his shirt. "And so will you."

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multixsposts · 2 months

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Roommates.

Context-> This is about roommate Gojo Satoru being a pervert! he’s overly obsessed with the reader, he invades the reader’s privacy and steals the readers clothing.

kinks mentioned-> bondage, over stimulation.

Fandom-> Jujutsu Kaisen.

Ship-> GojoSatoruxReader!

->please keep in mind that the readers gender is not specified through this short story.

a/n-> this is my first time ever writing something like this, go easy on me! 🤠

this story is for 18+ minors DNI

You were off running your usual errands of the day, getting hygiene products, groceries, Necessities that you need for the house and so on, but during this time while you were out in your own little world. You had no clue that your roommate, Satoru Gojo, was snooping through your room.

Invading your privacy.

Going through your drawers specifically the night stand next to your bed. His eyes widening as the shock never fails to leave him every time he opens this drawer his mind wondering off to what you do with all of this toys you have hidden away.

hidden from him.

yeah he knows his obsession with you is completely one sided, but who is to say he can’t enjoy himself when you go out?. He needs this time. He has to have it.

But lately his mind has been screaming at him to search through your laptop. He’s never gone that far before, never even dared to look through it.

He checked his phone just to see how much time he had left.

You’ve only been gone for about 25 minutes. 10 of it was him waiting in his own room just in case you came back because you left something and or wanted to double check that he didn’t want to come along with you, which happened a lot. and it made his heart swell with more love for you.

But to you?. You were just being friendly. You didn’t think anything of it. never have.

The other 15 minutes?. He’s been enjoying your room.

He walks over to your desk and takes a seat in your chair.

Carefully and slowly opening up your laptop, The excitement he was feeling diles down some when he gets hit in the face with a login credential.

Of fucking course you would have a passcode on this thing. Why didn’t he think of that?.

He huffs out a sigh as he carefully but quickly looks around and in the drawers of your desk just to see if you so happen to write it down anywhere and be so careless to leave out for him- anyone- to find.

He searches for a good 5 minutes finally finding a small piece of paper taped to the underside of your desk drawer. He smirks to himself.

You’re sneaky.

The thought alone made himself twitch in his pants, But he ignores it for now and eagerly types the password in a smile dancing its way onto his lips as it lets him in.

He moves the cursor towards your photo app almost instantly.

He freezes, his dick hardening underneath his sweats as he stares at the nude picture you took just a couple of days ago.

“fuck..” he says a small whine following after his vulgar words.

His hand reaches for his phone as he snaps a picture of it to keep for later while he cums into a pair of your underwear that he keeps underneath his pillow.

He continues to lurk through your photos, pictures of you and your friends, candid photos they took of you. Snapping quick pics of the ones he favored the most.

Something came to his mind.

What kind of porn do you watch?. Vanilla?. No..he believes you’re an absolute slut in bed. You just hide it underneath that do-gooder, personality you have making everyone think you’re as innocent as you look, but he knows you’re not and he’s about to prove his point.

He makes his way to your browser history heat rising to his cheeks when he didn’t even have to scroll down that far.

Holy shit..he looks over to your bed and then back at the laptop. You…couldn’t have done anything before you left right?. He would have heard you.

Like he’s done before. Listening through the other side of your door quietly as you come undone, the soft mewls and whines that leave your lips have him bust in his boxers without him even touching himself.

He groans loudly as he quickly remembers that he took a shower before you left, how could he miss something so important?!.

He curses himself as he clinks on one of the links and he smirks. This is the type of porn you watch?..

Bondage?. You like watching people being tied up?.. as he continues to watch the video his smirk grows even wider.

Over stimulation.

Satoru is 100% sure there’s a lot more than just this video, but just from watching this one ? he could tell right away that he was right. When has he ever been wrong?.

You were an absolute fucking slut in the bed. If only he could experience it in person, He wonders if you’ve actually tried doing this with someone before? He closes his eyes, imagining how you would look tied up to the bed a blindfold over your pretty eyes and his cum all over your-

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!” You had come home to find satoru in your room, your private space. Your face was beat red with embarrassment and anger.

His eyes snap open and he stares at you, eyes wide, hands shaking, heart racing at the fact that he got caught. After all this time of sneaking around he finally got caught.

“y-y/n” he stammers out as he stands up from your chair and looks at you with apologetic eyes.

“it’s n-not what it looks like”

“really?! because it looks like you’re going through my laptop watching my…p-porn!” Fuck, the word porn leaving your mouth just made you want to die even more. This was something you kept private from everyone. and he invaded something so personal, you feel disgusted knowing that someone now knows of your guilty pleasures. That someone being your roommate that just so happens to be a really good looking guy, but that doesn’t matter right now! you are furious! and little hurt at the fact that he would do this to you.

“shit- y/n i’m sorry! i really am.” he defends himself and you scoff. Your eyes glancing down at the very obvious bulge in his pants, the shiver that went down your spine went ignored as you glare at him.

“out.” you tell him sharply.

“y/n-” he pleaded

“OUT” Your voice bounces off the walls as he quickly makes his way out of your room and into his locking the door behind him in the process.

He couldn’t lie though..the fact that he got caught by you made him so hard it hurt.

He knew he hurt you, embarrassed you. He hated being this way, a pervert, but he couldn’t help it. He knew it was wrong but if you’d just let him fuck you like he’s dreamed about every night he wouldn’t be this way.

His dick is pulsating at this point. Though he does something that he’s never done when it came to you. He decided to take a cold shower.

He didn’t deserve to cum to that picture of you, especially in your underwear.

Even though that was thing he wanted to do the most.

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makiandcheese · 1 year

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i wanna share the genshin impact ships i enjoy and why (mostly rarepairs)

Rosaria/Kaeya - undeniable trust and friendship turned romantic interest. though capable of forming a relationship, their occupation and circumstances prevent them from fully pursuing it. Even if all factors could ignite mutual interest, the fear of ruining the friendship they harbored would stand in the way. What's important in a lonesome city is the same stranger who is looking for the same comfort you seek. Frequent liar or not, he's quite the personality to have around.

Jean/Diluc - everyone says they are exes turned lovers however I view them as the failed chance at love. They are friends who knew each other since they were learning to walk type of friendship. The first love you never forget. If they were given the chance, they could say what they want to the other. "You look even better after you became a stranger to me, pretty woman"

Yelan/Ningguang - The what could've beens. similar to jealuc but in ninglan it's focus is more on the one-sided, unrequited type of love. (using Beiguang for this example) watching the one you love fall for someone you know she deserves hurts. It hurts because you know you could've been with her if not for your own issues. thankfully she will never know you love her since that love will die with you

Rosaria/Jean - oh god where do i begin with this. The "outcast" meets the city's beloved individual. For someone who feels they never belong, its confusing to have the city's hope make excuses to see you. Rosaria and Jean's relationship begins with jealousy due to the nun and the idol deaconess' relationship. What makes Barbara look at Rosaria the way Jean always wanted? Filled with concern and trust that only families have for one another. Giving that to a complete stranger is agonizing.

Lisa/Jean - coworkers to lovers <3. A workaholic learning the simplicities of life from the reliable, easygoing, gentle person. When she'd forget to take care of herself mentally, she'd be there. Unknowingly providing comfort with just her presence alone.

Beidou/Ningguang - Two people who rule and have a significant influence on the community. Bickering and arguing over the smallest things yet loving each other for the same reason. What makes these two so wonderful is the fact that they both witnessed each other overcome difficulties in their own manner. They both achieved goals that brought them together in some way. Competing with which one would make the other prouder.

Venti/Zhongli - centuries have gone and past, and yet home always had the same eyes and breeze. When it comes to gods, the only one they could consider as equal are the same immortals who suffer with them. Why does meeting each other again bring so much comfort and pain? How many friends did they watch come and go like sand through the wind? Thankfully, they can overcome these uncertainties together. Until they could no longer control the corrosion within them.

Surcrose/Rosaria - When your curiosity leads to people questioning your character, the person you gravitate towards is someone similar. Sucrose would have a lot on her mind and would desperately need someone to talk to. Rosaria always wanted to learn more about the world but never had the guts to say it out loud. The mutual silence between them could be a conversation. "I have something on my mind, but I have difficulties saying it" and "Take your time. No rush."

Kaeya/Albedo - Understanding your past from the product of the past can be an interesting combo. Kaeya and Albedo are two perspectives of the Khaenri’ahn existence. The truth is never black or white, in fact, the truth is always relative. Messing around with your coworker because of mutual origins grives a sense of comfort in the city where everyone knows everyone.

Ganyu/Keqing - coworker who has false impressions towards each other. A tender and careful love formed from the desire to protect their city. Patience is a virtue especially for Ganyu. However, with all the years she had lived, days with Keqing always felt like love personafied.

Xiao/Traveler - what cannot be may be. One's duties always hinder relationships, but there will always be someone stubborn enough to reach out. Someone once said that unnecessary suffering is not a proof of strength. Relying on others is difficult but if it's with the person they love, one could only hope that they're not a burden. Thankfully, they don't give a damn about your stubbornness and go out of their way to talk and spend time with you. Since you know that these times wouldn't last.

Ayaka/Yoimiya - The different lives we live shouldn't turn us into strangers. In a life where expectations are laid upon you, finding freedom and happiness incarnate is like grasping sunlight. Ayaka knows she has her duties but spending time with Yoimiya makes her forget the time. Grief and loss often isolate us from relationships (including socioeconomic circumstances). Thankfully the eternal shogun's antithesis stays by your side.

Itto/Sara - Our beliefs do not align, but if someone talks shit about the other. Someone will be getting punched or electrocuted. Being a Yokai in human society always leads to discrimination unless you are equipped with power and unimaginable influence. Seeing each other's most vulnerable sides in the most unexpected times always led to curiosity. Curiosity leading to interest. And interest leading to fondness.

Al Haitham/Kaveh - Unconventional ways of saying "i love you" almost always lead to someone's wrinkly forhead. If turning himself into Kaveh's personal screaming outlet would let him relax, Al haitham would gladly do it. What happened in the past has long gone, and what's left is to continue. Is it so difficult to let him love you?

Candace/Dehya - Every neighborhood child's first loves daring each other. Duty is always the priority. Traveling the world will come one day but not today. If that is someone's belief, then someone will bring the world to them. Even if it's small material gifts, its treasured dearly. Just make sure not to come home bruised and covered in wounds. Else a medicated scolding (and some kisses) would be perscribed by the village's resident guardian.

and that's all folks tell me what you think.

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hauntingcryptids · 7 months

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Tell Me That I Belong To You

Dhawan!Master x Reader

Summary - The Reader is having a bad day. So, with the convincing of The TARDIS, The Reader seeks comfort in The Master.

Based On This Request - *This was originally based on a request but the more I continued to write and edit it, the more the fic drifted away from the prompt. So, I am just going to let this be its own fic and write another fic more closely aligned to the prompt.

Warnings - Reader not feeling well, insecurity on the part of the reader, canon typical telepathy. (let me know if I missed anything)

Word Count - 1864

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. I have a smut version of this fic if anyone would like to read it, but I don’t want to post it if people would just prefer the fluff version. I also don’t know how good this is, but I just wanted to get something out there after feeling awful mentally for a while. So, I hope that you enjoy this :)!

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You woke up with a headache. The type of headache that no matter how much water you drank, food you ate, or sun(TARDIS created sun) you layed in would cure your malady. Headaches, in general, but especially ones as bad as the one you were experiencing, always made your whole day awful. Oftentimes, the pain in your head would cause you to spiral internally until your mental health was utterly destroyed. That’s where you were now, arguing to yourself in your head about you and your “Humanness” and how you weren’t good enough for The Master. How could you possibly be good enough for The Master? Even if you weren’t Human, why would he want to be with someone like you?

The TARDIS beeped determinedly. You were becoming better at understanding The TARDIS given how much time you had spent within the ship but still you could only understand part of what she was telling you. The bits you could discern were: “The Master loves you”, “you are good enough”, “you have always been enough”, and “The Master would never think such horrible things about you. Ever!”

Eventually, you stopped The TARDIS’s rant about how great you were and that she wished that she could help improve your self-image. You thanked her for everything she said. Even though didn’t understand everything, you could feel her distress over your thoughts and her want to help you.

“The Master could help you where I fail.” The TARDIS finally said telepathically.

“He’s probably busy, though.” You mumbled, worried about upsetting him if you interrupted him while he was doing something.

“Go to him. He wouldn’t want to know that you allowed yourself to suffer when he was there ready and available to help you.” The TARDIS had to say this statement a couple of times in order for you to fully understand, and you sighed in response. She was right. The Master would be furious if he found out that you hid your distress from him, you knew that, he said as much many times before. It’s just that your brain would lie to you when you were upset.

“The Master will understand.” The sentient time and spaceship whispered into your brain. The TARDIS, given her time being The Master’s ship, knew better than anyone how the state of a person’s physical health could affect their mental health. She knew how greatly The Master suffered, therefore The Master would never judge you. The TARDIS just hoped that you knew what she knew.

“Can you lead me to The Master, please?” You asked after ruminating over everything the incredibly kind ship communicated to you. The TARDIS cheerfully directed you to the main library where The Master often lounged.

Like many times before, The Master was sitting horizontally on the sofa reading. He seemed engrossed in the thick tome resting up against his bent thigh. The alien’s engrossed demeanour made you want to turn back and talk to The Master later, but The TARDIS reassured you with a comforting presence. Both you and the ship knew that the only person who could make you happy when you were feeling off was the rogue Time Lord.

You walked up as quietly as you could and poked the Master’s cheek with your finger. The Master looked up at you with a smile, completely unbothered. Even while agonisingly planning an upcoming plan to toy with The Doctor, you would always bring him joy just with your presence. You were never a bother to him,

“Hello, my little Human. How are you today?” The Master seemed so calm even though you expected him to be upset. You wrapped your arms around your torso anxiously and subconsciously began rocking back and forth on your feet.

“Can I sit on your lap please, Master?” You sounded tired, which worried The Master, though he chose not to react for your benefit.

“Of course, love.” The Master placed the book he was researching and moved slightly to allow you to sit on his lap.

As soon as you rested your body against his, The Master scooted his body down the sofa until the two of you were practically lying down. The Master then wrapped his arms firmly around your back, trapping you against his chest with the beating of his hearts rattling throughout your body.

You breathed a sigh of relief, causing The Master to chuckle lovingly. You then nuzzled against his clothes-covered collarbones and the base of his neck and then breathed in his scent. His presence was comforting, but unfortunately, it wasn’t enough. Your mind still hurt and your thoughts still moved far too quickly for you to properly calm down. You assumed that your thoughts were loud, loud enough for The Master to hear, but you didn’t put any effort into hiding your thoughts. You just wanted to dissolve into The Master’s chest and to let all of your anxieties disappear.

“I’m sorry that you aren’t feeling well, Y/n.” The Master said softly against your ear. One of his hands absentmindedly caressed up and down your back.

“Make me feel good, Master, please. You’re the only one who can.” Your headache seemed to peak right before you committed yourself to asking The Master for some help. The warmth of The Master’s body against yours and the severe pain spiking through your head was too contrasting and too overwhelming to put on a brave face any longer.

“What kind of Master would I be if I didn’t take care of my beloved Human.” The feel of The Master’s smirk against your skin sparked a warmth to spread through you. The Master always made you feel better and more secure, but on bad days you just needed a bit more reassurance.

“Please tell me that you mean that?”

“Of course I mean it, my love. You are the only person I could ever care about.” The Master adjusted slightly in order to look you in the eye. You shied away, avoiding eye contact, and The Master didn’t push you to look at him. Though he did brush a hand down the side of your face a couple of times before kissing your forehead delicately.

“Let’s go somewhere more comfortable, love.” The Master said this to inform you that he would move the two of you. He would carry you places in The TARDIS without telling you where you were going when you were feeling like your everyday self, but not when you were feeling off. The Master never wanted to add to your anxiety, so he would always tell you when he would carry you off somewhere.

The Master moved the two of you so he was sitting up with you on his lap. He wrapped your legs around his waist and held you tightly against his chest before finally standing up with you securely in his arms. Then he carried you off to your shared bedroom.

Once in the dark-themed and dimly lit bedroom, The Master gently placed you on the bed and wrapped you up in as many blankets as you wanted and needed. He stepped back from the bed momentarily to remove his clothes that were far inferior to yours when it came to the act of cuddling and resting. Eventually, he crawled under the covers to join you on the bed. He cuddled closer to you, holding you tighter than he did in the library, and then rubbed his hands up and down your back as you returned to your place cuddling into The Master’s side.

“What do you need, my love?”

“You.” You’re speech was muffled by The Master’s neck, but he still understood you.

“Yes, but what do you need me to do? I know that you are hiding something in that beautiful mind of yours.” You felt The Master softly tap a finger against your temple, a little jolt of calmness and relief coursing through you with each tap.

“You won’t laugh at me, will you?”

“Never.” The Master answered with sincerity heavy in his tone. You nervously mumbled your response under your breath and into his neck, making this comment more difficult for The Master to decipher.

“I couldn’t hear you, love.”

“Can you tell me I belong to you?” You asked a bit louder, but you were still quiet and nervousness permeated your question. The Master’s breath caught in his throat. He tried his best to hold in his excitement brought on by your request because this moment was about you. The idea of you belonging to him was exactly what The Master wanted, more than anything in the Universe, probably even the Multiverse. What added to his growing excitement and adoration of you was the fact that The Master didn’t even have to make you feel this way. You wanted him just as much as he wanted you. Somehow, the stars aligned and they delivered the perfect person to The Master. What else could he do but give you whatever you wanted in an act of gratification?

“You belong to me, love. You always will belong to your Master. You’ll be mine forever.” The Master cuddled you impossibly closer, intertwining your bodies in a knot, and whispered into your ear with all the devotion and fervour he felt for you heavy on his tongue.

“And you really mean that -” You tried to ask again, but The Master cut you off before you could finish your insecurity-filled question.

“Of course I mean that. I would never lie to you, especially about this.” This time when The Master moved to look you in the eye you didn’t turn away. His warm chocolate eyes held all of the sentiments that were laced within his words and even more. If it were possible, you would stare into his eyes forever.

“Thank you, Master.”

“There is no need to thank me. You just need some rest and then you will feel better.” You huffed into The Master’s neck, just wishing that he would accept your gratitude without dismissing it.

“Come on, rest your head on my chest and close your eyes. I will deal with that headache and those pesky thoughts that were troubling you.” You did as The Master asked, already planning how you would repay The Master for everything he did for you today.

As soon as you placed your head on The Master’s chest, the sound of his heartbeats immediately calmed you down and the pressure on your mind began to subside. The Master massaged his hands along your back, starting slowly along your neck and then moving further down toward the base of your spine. He smoothed every ache and worked out every knot and kink, all the while placing delicate kisses across your head and face. You heard him whispering praises in your ear, some in your native language and some in his. Even though you couldn’t understand everything he spoke to you, you knew that what he said was entirely comprised of his love. Because of The Master’s actions, you soon fell asleep. You were completely consumed by the rogue Time Lord’s presence, just like you wanted to be when the day began.

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rubydubydoo122 · 18 days

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What are your thoughts on some of the more popular ships? Fanon and canon. For example superbat, bruce x harvey dent, tim x kon, dick x babs, dick x kory, jay x roy, steph x cass, damian x jon, pennywaynes,...

I’ll list them out

Superbat (Clark/Bruce): I find this ok, but personally, I like it when the trinity acts more like siblings, so it’s not my favorite. 5/10

BruHarvey: lovers to enemies? The angst? Amazing. 8/10

Dickbabs: idk. It feels kinda boring to me. Mainly because DC ruined both of their characters in order for them to be together. 4/10

DicKori: they’re soulmates. Idk what to tell you. And maybe you can tell how biased I am. Right now, they are the opitome of right person wrong time. 10/10

Jayroy: I don’t like this ship. It reduces Roy’s character down to a prop, the age gap feels kinda icky and I personally believe in Aro/Ace Jason Todd. 1/10

Superbat (Kon/Tim): the only version of superbat I truly ship. Reluctant friends, to besties, to flirty friendship, to a game of cat and mouse on if that taunt was real or if they were just fooling around? 10/10

DamiJon: I think their age gap never works in their favor. Either Damian’s too old or Jon’s too old, and it makes me feel wrong. And in more recent comics, they’ve been acting much more like siblings than friends who maybe possibly have chemistry with each other. But I do think if you wanted to go the romance route, it could be double unrequited love that was never expressed. Like a 10yr old Jon had a crush on a 13 yr old Damian. Jon left for almost a decade and comes back, looses feelings for Damian, but a 14yr old Damian has feelings for an 18 yr old Jon, but it never works out. 5/10. Just like their Dads

PENNYWAYNESSSS: 100000000/10. Like are you kidding me, this is the best ship ever and I love it so much.

Honorable mentions:

BruTalia: 10/10. My favorite Bruce ship.

Brulina: 8/10. I like it… but I feel like it wouldn’t work out because Selina would get overwhelmed by the amount of wealth Bruce has. Like she thinks it’s what she wants, but it’s too much for her

Birdflash (Dick/Wally): 8/10. I see the appeal, they’re best friends with so much chemistry, but I feel like they would never date bc they value their friendship more and they’re both super busy

JayKyle: it’s the only Jason ship I like, but only because I want it to be one sided, with Kyle failing to flirt with Jason and Jason is completely oblivious and actually just hates Kyle but Kyle thinks Jason’s playing hard to get. (Kyles flirting is just arguing with Jason, so that’s why Jason never gets the hint) 7/10 +300 bc of hillarity

StephTim: I don’t like this ship because Stephanie deserves so much better, and Tim seems like the type to mansplain every little thing, and it would drive Steph up a wall. I also don’t like the notion that they would be friends after they break up. 3/10 bc they had that piano scene

DamiRae: 2/10. Garchel is a better ship, and I feel like their personalities are too similar.

Flatline/Damian: I love them. I think they’re cute, but I don’t see it lasting long. 4/10

StephCass: 9/10. No more needs to be said. But I won’t ever officially write them as being together within a fic bc Steph’s character deserves to be her own, rather than a lover of a Batfam member, and Cass has her own things to deal with

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🗡️ Something Dread, Something Red: Chapter Six

Something Dread, Something Red: Stuck in a proposal to a Marine Commodore, you escape minutes before your wedding in one last ditch effort to avoid getting married to a tyrant. Barely making it to the port of your town, you stumble across a ship just starting to leave and beg for passage off the island. You fail to notice that the people you beg for help, are pirates.

Warnings: None.

To Note: “Red Haired” Shanks x FemReader

Word Count: ~3.2k

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The Red Force was closing in on the port of Ingles, a town known for it’s construction services and lumber milling. The island itself was forested and sported mountains that Benn had described as a wilderness. It was no wonder that the logging and construction business boomed in Ingles and you looked forwards to seeing the looming mountains. Kuri Island had hills, the Bonn manor was perched on one… but it held no mountains nor thick forests. Even your best efforts to act lady like couldn’t hold back the excitement running through your veins.

Now you were just standing on the deck, hands clutching the railing as you leaned out and felt the wind and salt on your face. The white sleeves of the tunic you wore fluttered and flapped, dancing to the turbulent wind propelling the large ship across cerulean water. The town meant that you could pawn off your necklace and earrings for Berry, and then get clothes that fit you better.

You were more than thankful to be wearing Shanks’ spare clothing rather than your wedding dress, but the fabric dwarfed your body and was ill fitting. The sleeves tended to drag when you were helping Lucky in the kitchen and you had to use one of Hongo’s bandages as a belt to keep the trousers around your waist. Now add the cut sandals practically taped to your feet…. To put it simply, you looked ridiculous!

But even the ridiculous clothes that your mother would fall in a faint over if she ever saw you wearing such, you couldn’t help bask in the feeling of freedom. You’d never had the luxury of being in charge of your own clothing, you’d never even worn trousers before, and there wasn’t even a corset in sight! You sighed in happiness once more and beamed, wondering what type of clothes you’d want to get for your new life.

Dresses wouldn’t be particularly useful to you, not when you found trousers so freeing and easy to move in, but you wouldn’t mind having one simple nice dress to have on hand. It wouldn’t hurt to treat yourself to a nice dinner at one of the restaurants Lucky had been telling you about. Even you knew that certain dress codes were expected in certain places. So one dress would do. But you’d mostly invest some money in tunics, trousers, two pairs of shoes and a nice hat to block out the sun.

Then there was the glaring fact that you needed to ensure your safety. You were no fool. The blues were dangerous and filled with both good and bad people. Pirates. You were going to acquire yourself a blade and learn how to use it (yet another task of learning you had to accomplish). Dropping your elbow to the railing, you rested your chin in hand.

“So much to do, I haven’t a clue were to start,” You spoke to yourself, eyes watching the whitecaps forming as waves curled and crashed.

“Well for starters we’re getting you into clothes that actually fit,” Shanks voice softly floated into your ears over the sound of waves and Yasopp’s off key singing. Twisting your head, you looked at the red haired captain with a pragmatic smile.

“Oh believe me, the first thing I plan on doing is choosing my own clothing. I’ve never been allowed to pick what I wear.” You replied as he took a spot next to you. Your eyes looked at the cloak he had draped over his arm stump. A cloak, you should get one too, everyone seemed to have some sort of over coat or the like. Shanks eyebrow popped up at your word choice, but said nothing. He wasn’t surprised that you’d never been allowed to pick your own clothes. You’d been nothing but a porcelain doll for your mother to play with. Shanks rubbed his jaw in contemplation.

“The stores in Ingles focuses on practical clothing, the type of clothes that are good and sturdy for traveling. It’ll be nothing like what you’re use to.” Shanks slowly explained, wondering if you’d be bothered by less than luxurious fabrics. He didn’t think you would, but he’d yet to see you interact outside of the controlled environment of his ship. A thoughtful looked crossed your face before you replied.

“Oh I look forward to that,” You sighed in pure happiness. “These trousers might not fit but they are a dream.” You glanced down at the threadbare and simplistic trousers. “I’ve never had the luxury of feeling the wind against my feet and ankles.” Shanks wanted to tell you that normally pants didn’t reveal ankles and your ill-fitting trousers were far from luxury… but the glow of happiness upon your face was something he never dreamed of diminishing so he kept his silence on the topic.

“Just wait until you learn all about shorts,” He chose to say, a grin creeping onto his face at the idea of how you’d react to your entire legs being unhindered by layers of fabrics. Shanks was sure you might even flop into a faint of excitement the moment you realized you could choose to wear something so revealing! He eyed your face a little more closely, drinking in the faint laugh lines and natural curves. The pirate was honestly stunned that you could still smile and appear so full of life after living in such circumstances as you had fled from. Turning his gaze back to the calm sea waters, Shanks looked forwards to seeing what other delights were entail for you.

You were greatly embarrassed to say, that you first few steps off the Red Force had you nearly face planting with a far from elegant squwak. Benn had early caught your falling body, large hands clutching your waist so you comically dangled in his grasp with your arms cartwheeling. You were sure that your face would have been beet red if it were anatomically possible when he steadied you and all eyes were on you. Clearing your throat, you swayed a little and took a deep gulp of air, trying to steady yourself again.

“Is it always like that?” You questioned as if you hadn’t nearly just made a scene of yourself. Your eyes were going everywhere in an effort to not look at their faces for you felt like you might cry in embarrassment. Before any hot tears welling up in your eyes could fall, Bonk Chunk spoke.

“Shoulda’ seen Monster the first day he was on the ship, took to sea like a champ, but when we got back on dry for supplies…?” The man rubbed his bald head in squeamish contemplation.

“Monkey vomit, for days,” Hongo rumbled, moving past you. “Tell me if you feel sick before you vomit on me, okay?”

“I’m not going to vomit on anyone!” You huffed out indignantly, still dangling in Benn’s hold while the rest of the crew lumped off the ship with containers to be filled. “That would be rude and unsightly of me!” Monster let out a screech and swung himself onto a barrel to glare at you accusatorially. You regarded the primate with a frank look. “I am a lady, you are a monkey. You have no expectations to meet, Monster. I do.”

Your words seemed to make sense in the monkey’s brain because he leaped back onto Bonk Chunk’s shoulder as Benn carefully set you back on your feet. You still felt like you were swaying, but it wasn’t nearly as bad as it had been.

“No one expects anything from you, Aria,” Shank’s voice came from behind you as he jogged down the gang plank, adjusting his hat. “So if you vomit on Hongo, no one’s going to judge, or care.” The doctor in question began grumbling while your face burned.

“I will absolutely not be vomiting on anyone and that is final!” You clearly stated, stamping your make shift sandal on the dock. “Gods, you are all such… such men!” You erupted flinging your fingers upwards. Shanks only grinned at you and held out his hand to you.

“I’m glad you noticed, now, why don’t you stick close, we’re going to be splitting up. The men will get supplies while I get you clothes,” Shanks told you, watching as your face morphed to give him a look. He took your hand and pulled you along. “And no making passive aggressive faces at me, Aria, I already said I was paying and that is final.”

As Shanks pulled you along and away from the rest of the men, Benn leaned over to Hongo.

“How much you wanna bet she’s gunna argue with him when it comes time to pay?” Hongo snorted and shook his head.

“I’ll double whatever your placing… there is no way that little lady isn’t going to dig her heels in till the last second. Stubborn as mule that one…” Yassop dropped his arms over the two men’s shoulders.

“How ‘bout we make bets on how much he’s gonna spend cause we all no she ain’t going to be allowed to part with a single berry.” Hongo and Benn nodded in agreement, fully realizing that no matter what you said or did, Shanks would be paying at the end of the day. “Alright! Who’s betting what?” Berry numbers were called as the crew made their way towards the market.

You’d been led back to the alteration room by Annie, the seamstress of Ingles, and stripped down to your lace bridal underwear and bra set. The woman hadn’t said a word about the clearly too formal undergarments but had informed her assistant that you would also be requiring undergarments with your purchase this day. Annie had been no nonsense in whipping your undergarments off to be measured and within a matter of only a few minutes you were wearing a set much more comfortable and appropriate for your new daily life.

Shirt’s were the easiest to pick out for you. You’d indicated that you wanted practical clothing, something that would survive the seas but look nice enough milling around a market. Annie had packaged up nearly ten shirts of varying designs and colors, all to match the simple trousers you’d picked out. Two pairs you’d picked, cream and black. Those colors went with everything. You had picked a pair of grey trousers that were too short for your legs, stopping mid calf, to wear out of the shop. Annie had tried to convince you to try on a pair that fit the length of your legs but you had stated that you’d wanted to feel the wind on your ankles so Annie had acquiesced. Now you were picking out a shirt to wear out of the shop and having trouble deciding on a color.

“What about this one?” Annie’s assistant offered, holding up a green shirt that reminded you a lot of the tunic that Shank’s often wore. You blinked at it, squinted in observation, and nodded.

“I like that color and style, it’s not too tight but also made from sturdy material.” You spoke in approval. “I plan on spending a lot of time traveling, is it easy to clean?” The assistant nodded as Annie walked over, carrying fabric draped over her arm.

“That material is resistant to stains and tearing, but don’t go looking for knife fights.” Annie agreed, also approving of the choice. “It’ll be a good one for spending time at sea, the die used is resistant to sun bleaching so the green will last longer.”

“I hadn’t thought about sun bleaching,” You softly comment, scolding yourself for not thinking of such a thing. Your clothes wouldn’t be hanging in a closet meticulously cared for by an army of maids. Placing your hands on your bare hips, you nodded firmly. “I would like to wear that shirt out, please set it aside with the trousers.”

“Now dear, you mentioned wanting to have a nice dress to wear?” Annie spoke, tabbing through some fabrics on a shelf. “Something to impress your man out there?” Your eyes darted to the front of the shop where Shanks was presumably reading the towns paper. Heat filled your cheeks.

“Not mine, not mine,” You uttered out frantically, holding your arms against your chest like they would keep your heart from beating out of your body. Shanks was a very handsome man. Kind and generous too. But he wasn’t yours and it certainly wasn’t a good idea to entertain such a thought… never mind that you didn’t really know him in the weeks you’d spent on the Red Force and for all you knew, he was a terrible person having a nice streak!

It would be nice to have a man like him though…

You cleared your throat, quelling the heat within your cheeks.

“Shanks is not mine, he is just being incredibly kind in helping me out of a tough situation I found myself in. Nothing more.” You said that last part more to yourself than to Annie, and the seamstress raised her eyebrow.

“Oh?” She spouted, eyeing you closer. You may think that you hid your emotions well, but the seamstress was no spring chicken. “Well dear, not just any man spends this much on a single woman unless he’s got a claim.” That made you begin to sputter.

“But I said I would pay!” You erupted, embarrassment quickly shifting to anger. “I specifically told him that I would be the one to purchase my clothing and he had already done enough for me!” Annie snorted this time and rolled her eyes. Oh to be your age again…

“Tell that to the stack of berries he handed to me when you were changing…” She said dryly, enjoying the way you huffed and puffed in belligerence. “Face it, dear, he’s paying whether or not you want him to.” You were left stewing in place as the woman began to build the dress you wanted from scratch.

Annie had pinned the dress to your body and made adjustments until you had been happy with the result, then spent an extra hour fussing over each and every detail of the lavender fabric that matched your hair so well. You didn’t understand why she had wanted to spend so much time on a dress meant to be something that would never see a ball or gala… but she had muttered something about liking details and the beauty of simplicity. So you let her fuss.

Now you were dressing yourself in the gray trousers, green shirt, shoes that actually fit your feet properly, and looking at the selection of hats available. You’d braided your hair back so it would be out of the way and less of a hassle while sailing the sea. Most of the hats would fit your need just fine, but it was going to be your hat. You didn’t want just any old hat. Unconsciously you found yourself leaning towards the straw hats, liking the way they were simple yet would do their job perfectly.

Plucking a straw hat with a wider brim than other, your finger traced the black ribbon wrapped around it until you stroked the neat bow at the back. It was perfect! It was simple, would do the job, and had just enough femininity to it to match your wardrobe. Turning the hat, you placed it on your head and adjusted it before walking over to the floor length mirror you’d spent the morning standing in front of.

Oh my.

You hardly recognized your reflection. Gone was the refined lady of the Bonn family, replaced by a lavender haired woman that held herself with regality but looked like she belonged on a ship at sea.

“It’s perfect,” You sighed happily, running your hands along the coarse material of your trousers. There was nothing delicate about your trousers, your tunic, or your boots. They were built for travel, for daily trekking, for use. Fiddling with the strings hanging from your new hat, you turned on your heel and looked to Annie and her assistant. “I’ve never picked my own clothes before, does this look okay?”

“You look like an average traveler,” Annie told you, walking forwards and nitpicking nonexistent creases in your clothing. “Which I believe is the look you are going for? Course nothing you wear will take away from your natural beauty, dear, can’t hide that.”

“I just don’t want to be found by my family, it was trouble enough leaving them.” You sighed, picking at the end of your short braid. “Maybe I should dye my hair.”

“That’d be a right shame if you did, miss,” The assistant spoke up. “You don’t want to erase yourself trying to find your freedom. You might lose yourself entirely if you do.” She had a point, you could admit that. So you’d leave your hair alone and hope that your luck would continue.

“Alright then,” You said, turning to address them. “How much do I owe you?”

“A smile, girl, and if you offer me Berry one more time I’m going to sic your gentleman on you.” Annie told you with a strict look. Your shoulders slumped and you let out a soft groan, realizing that Shanks had indeed won this battle. Very well. So you gave Annie and the assistant one of your best smile and thanked them before venturing for the front of the shop. You could see Shanks standing outside, across the road from the shop leaning against the railing of the overlook to the port of Ingles. No doubt he’d felt cooped up in the shop.

Knowing that Annie would have your dress and clothes delivered to the Red Force when everything was ready and packed up, you departed the shop and quietly walked up to the red haired man.

“Finally done, eh?” Shanks asked, admiring the view of the ocean and the breeze he could feel on his face. It was a rather nice day he had to admit, too bad you had spent most of it inside. Perhaps tomorrow he’d have more of a chance to show you around.

“I am not happy you wouldn’t let me pay,” You announced, stopping beside him and enjoying the view. Shanks chuckled and rolled his eyes. He’d practically spent the entire day arguing with you over who got to pay for your clothes. Shanks had ultimately put his foot down and talked with Annie about not letting you pay.

“Consider it a gift, Aria, you’re starting a new life.” Shanks chuckled before giving you a brief glance. Looking back at the horizon, his head snapped back to you in surprise. He knew that you would be leaving the shop wearing new clothes, but he hadn’t realized just how fitting and beautiful you’d look in just pants and a shirt. While he stared at you, drinking in the sight and realizing just how well you’d fit in with the crew now, you blinked at him and wondered if you looked odd to him. He sure was staring for a long time.

“Do I look weird in these clothes? Annie said I looked fine but I feel odd wearing them since I’ve never picked my own clothes before.” Shanks reached up and flicked his finger along the edge of your straw hat, reminded of a certain boy he’d left behind years ago. You had the same passion in your eyes. A frightfully attractive passion he was slowly coming to terms with. Better move on before you caught on to the fact that he was unabashedly checking you out.

“You look like you fit in with a crowd, Aria, the clothes are perfect.” He said before straightening up. “I got word that the men finished with the re supply and found a tavern. We’ll meet up with them there.”

Date Published: 1/11/24

Last Edit: 1/11/24

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oncewhenalongtimeago · 6 months

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Hi hi !

More of jealous Hiccup, please 🥺

Or more of castoff 🥺

Love your work, thank you <3

Castoff pt 3

Pairing: Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III x Fem!Reader

Words: 3,044

You listen, and wait.

Tags: Angst, fem!reader, heartbreak, villain reader, unresolved insecurity, anger, canon divergent, RTTE, Httyd 2, dark content, unedited

There was no silence down here, not for long, stale air filled with the angry, mournful, tragic sulfurous breathing of dragons.

You curled in your cell, a square wooden thing with an open, vertical bars caging you in at one end of the wall. The rest room was filled with the violent sound of clanging metal and the hissing of beasts, a steady mix between a barely contained violence and mournful quiet.

Your hair was matted and clothes dirtied, your body pressed up against the cold ship walls as cages filled besides you. Your face was overshadowed by your unlit cell, all the nicer amenities including fire spent on places where the non-prisoner folk roamed.

The wood felt like ice through your boots.

Your stomach complained silently to you, burning a hole through your torso only you could feel.

You heard the rabble of the crew above in the silence between words, rushed feet stomping viciously against the wood floors as their muffled shouting and the clash of metal on metal filled your ears. You’d spent so long at sea that you’d lost track of time.

You wondered if a dragon above had broken loose. You hoped it did, and killed them all. You knew it was a lost cause.

You watched a dark brown, gray set of boots, not yours, across the way, shifting against charred wood, clenching your fists and digging dry, blood-caked fingernails into cut palms.

You listened to the rattling of chains below, the heavy breathing of dragons come together to make one loud synchronized voice. At times it made you feel as if the very wood of the ship was expanding and contracting with it.

It couldn’t have been any more than a week, maybe two.

Your arms were braced at either side of you, your back pressed up to the corner of your small, dank cell as the rocking of the ship became more intense.

You glowered at the stockily-built trapper in front of you, as if he might dissolve if you put enough malice into it. You hated Eret, Son of Eret, who stood with bravado between two stark cages containing a pair of chained and muzzled dragons.

A Nightmare, like the many lining the edges of this packed room you were stuck in, and a Scauldron.

He glared back, arms crossed over tans furs, a plaintive sneer marring his stone features as the rabble from above grew more intense.

“You cost us dragons.” He said, finally, his voice with heavy amounts of malice.

“You’re hunting them back,” You croaked, voice bordering a hiss just as sharp and jagged as the rest of the beasts locked up around you. Because your life was ruined, trapped here with the rest of the unwanted mongrels, the violent souls the unknowing Riders failed to save.

“You have to tell me,” He quieted down, speaking with controlled, exaggerated breaths.

The stomping from above grew just loud enough to finally draw his attention, breaking his facade for only just a moment. He shot a glance up the narrow stairwell towards the deck, then glanced back.

He was still incensed from your earlier argument. He wasn’t the rageful type, but you found that you had quite the penchant for making him mad.

“No,” It was so cold. You pushed down a wave of irritation, hugging your arms irritatedly in an effort to quell your shivers, and the chattering of your teeth.

The two of you stared at each other in silence as the ship rocked violently, men storming around above. You were at a verbal impasse.

“Either way, I’m trapped.” You broke it. You felt sometimes as if you were still in shock, because you felt no such thing, though you’d never heard of a shock lasting so long.

“I can’t help you, then.” Eret looked down on you, waving his hands angrily before dropping them onto his thighs.

“You were never goi-” You started, as the trapdoor covering the top of the stairs leading down burst open.

Slowly, steadily a large, scruffed man made his way down, each step dropping heavily against steep wooden staircases, taller than they were wide.

He was one of the thicker men, with a large reddish brown bear that was now stained ever darker by the blood running down his temple. He hunched in on himself, arm on his side, exchanging a meaningful look with Eret, who faced him fully.

“The- the masked- The dragons,” The man groaned angrily, blood dripping down from a large cut on the top of his head, just as a scream rang out from above.

“It’s- This early?” Eret’s head flipped towards you and back. He decided quickly that it was time for him to go, though his eyes promised that this wouldn’t be the end of it. You weren’t surprised, there never was an end.

He didn’t wait for an answer, moving forwards, face exposing his astonishment and determination, running up the stairs to the top, forcing the other man to stumble up with him.

You watched him go unblinkingly, listening to the happenings from above with apathy. Once again, you entertained the mild pipe dream that come what may, they would all be dead by the morning.

You remembered the way flesh felt on the other end of your knife, living, breathing and human. It terrified you just as you cursed the lot of them with it.

Your hands shook with grief.

The trapdoor fell to the ground with the loud, hollow slam of wood on wood, just as Eret’s foot disappeared up the hatch.

You listened to the dripping water, the sound of stomping as it traveled through the wood from directly above, the rustling of leathery skin and the storming water outside, to your back.

You listened to the sound of buzzing in your ears, closed your eyes as they unfocused and the sounds of fighting, the clash and the thump of fist against metal and metal against bone became obvious.

You ignored the splinters digging into your palms, a few out of many, and the blisters that grew there like fungi, a result of your constant grip on the hard surface and the friction brought on by the rough seas.

The rumbling of dragons grew louder as something hummed through the wood above, the sluggish, lazy, weighted sounds of leather dropping softly onto the deck and the delicate scratching of claws kindly rested against flooring, tapping against the metal detailing of the even larger, covered trapdoor that allowed the trappers to settle dragons into the jail.

It was like listening to the world’s worst shanty, all of that mindless noise come to a violent and discordant crescendo.

You listened to loud shouts demanding recompense, then even louder, panicked shouting to move.

Your face burned angrily.

One of the dragons must’ve escaped.

You sighed with bitterness, jealousy heating up your breath, causing you to expel air much like a dragon expelled fire.

You tensed your arms, released your nails from your palms, shook out your shoulder, anticipation and dread building in your gut.

Room grew hotter with such sudden ferocity that you were caught off guard, unaware until you yourself were nearly baking in it, the sudden onslaught of heat caused the dragons below to rear up, to grumble and crackle zealously and sweat boiled against your temples.

You searched for the source, eyes jumping erratically from side to side.

The wood above you blackened, eyes focusing on it with immediate clarity.

You startled as the metal embedded into your roof began to glow, simmering a bright, passionate orange before distorting, melting onto the wooden floor just outside your cell.

It was the sound of your breath, louder to your ears than any other, that had covered the breath of another.

You listened to the crackling hiss of fire, with the dying hope that it was the riders, come after you, finally. But you knew that wasn’t their modus operandi.

A hot jet of fire ripped through the wood floor with sudden ferocity, wood frames snapping viciously as it burst through to your floor that you tried to jump back, forgetting that you were already pressed flushed to the corner of your cell.

It brought your cell to unbearable degrees, infusing the air with smoke and ash and filling every one of your nerves with the urge to writhe away.

You blinked away the smoke with shaky waved hands and stinking, watery eyes.

You shook, squinting up towards the misty deck from where you were crumpled.

You could vaguely make out a hole had been burnt into the side of the ship, melting through the varnish and fireproofing as you left out, a new dragon crawling through the hole, slitted eyes taking in your surroundings with vigorous abandon.

Your breath caught. And a dragon, with a great, large crown of thick red spines and a flat, viciously-toothed face. It glared down into the hole with slitted eyes, and you pressed yourself back, praying it had not yet seen you.

It brought you back to your days on Berk before the peace, where everything you knew was ravaged and you could do nothing but hide and wait, ignorant to the flashing world around you. Except instead of your world being awash with a series of bright reds and the screams and shouts of VIkings in fiery battle, it was silent.

A world marked by muffled shouting and pounding of flesh on wood and something much less forgiving. The sounds of battle were not as loud as they should have been. There were too many a distant shout cut off suddenly and without abandon by the root.

You weren’t sure what was more frightening; Hearing the rest of the crew crumple and fail and hearing exactly how or being left to the silence, knowing deep down that you were next.

The catch and release of a bola reverberated over the silence, a deep hollow flinging sound hollowing your ears before fading off into the distance.

The disgruntled scream made by the beast came much too late after it was hit, tumbling off and around the side.

As it fell, it revealed something, someone…. For a moment, you had hope.

Overshadowed in your cell, you peered outwards.

Someone was in a mask, wrapped tightly in leather, their face covered by a heavily spined wooden slab.

They stood with their shoulders braced, stance confident and body lithe.

You couldn’t make out their face. The whole thing rendered them rather mysterious.

But it was someone.

You didn’t know there were any riders. You weren’t sure if they were a Rider.

You kept your head down, pushed up into the corner of your cage, deliberating whether or not you should move. You knew if you didn’t it would be your doom. You didn’t know if you could break the trance you found yourself in.

They peered into the hole, before a sharp, ragged dragon call drew them away, lean legs bringing them out of view and rendering them invisible in the mist.

You shivered.

You waited. And waited, counting the seconds in slow motion,listening to your breathing, experiencing every second. Watching the way ousted pieces of wood fell to the ground and shifted as the ship moved, watched as small embers shifted and puttered out, as the metal marking the front of your jail slowly, slowly cooled off, leaving a large, neary person-sized hole.

You could run.

Your breathing quickened. You should have spoken up

But now you could run.

You stared at your knife, hilted on a mount just by the staircase.

You stared at the melted metal cage and stumbled to your feet, nearly falling as you made your way over, trying to keep with the rocking of the boat and the dizziness clouding your thoughts and vision.

You stopped in front of it, hands on your knees, before you turned to the side, lifting your leg up ever so carefully and dropping it onto the other side, mindful of the metal that had just cooled itself still.

You felt your foot drop to the other side and you let out a breath of relief before catching it, leaning forwards hard in order to make up for the sudden jolt of the boat, hissing as you grazed the red end of a bar with your arm.

You felt skin there sting as it threatened to blister. You knew it would, later.

You came out the other end hopping on one foot, falling against one of the cages on the other side, grabbing the handle of the bar, gritting your teeth as hot metal burned your hands and pushing roughly away towards the stairs, nearly landing on your knees.

You looked back at the few dragons who hadn’t managed to escape, trapped and locked down in their cages, pressing close to the far corner.

A Nightmare, chained down but no less ferocious, blew smoke through the small allowance in its muzzle. It glared at you rebelliously just as you had Eret a while prior. Condemning, knowing.

You wondered if you had a right to free it, if you were just as bad as the ones who strapped it down, cut the points of its claws to nubs, let it burn itself to near death as the others laughed and jeered.

You couldn’t help but to reel back at the look in its eye, briefly imposed by the image of another.

You wondered if setting it free might give you brownie points with your masked hero. If they were here to play hero, that was.

You had a choice to make.

You slipped between the cages, You were much slimmer than most of the trappers on board. Slim enough to slim to the other side and grab ahold of one of the huge locks keeping a set of remaining dragons trapped.

They were built to be hardy, enough to keep the dragons locked in, but delicate enough for a person to undo on their own.

You wedged your knife into the lock, messing with the latch and cylinder until you heard that telltale loud release-click. You had become very familiar with that particular sound over the past few weeks.

You slipped to the side, fabric of your furs getting trapped on a sharp untrimmed end of the cage as a pillar of fire burst past, blowing a hole into the next cage over.

You pushed open the cage door, though not before the dragons had freed themselves, running from the hole and slithering up towards the top.

You scowled, “Beasts.”

You weren’t sure if you could muster anything besides bitterness for them.

Shaking your head, scanning the empty room, you decided to move, running up fast before crashing up through the trapdoor, causing whatever freed dragons there were to jump away.

Your arms shook as you ran across the deck, both invisible and vulnerable in equal measure.

Through the misty fog, you spotted some masked person in the middle of a fierce confrontation against two large men, which they ended by knocking one of them into the other and allowing their dragon, who had since recovered from the bola, to throw them offboard.

You hid around one of the crates, eyes darting around erratically, looking for a way off the ship, smelling something like freedom.

You ran and ran, hoping to maybe find a dragon to hitch a ride off, or at least a raft which you could use to continue to float aimlessly across the sea until you either found land or drowned.

You reached the edge of the ship, skidding to a stop, great pounding as you made eye contact with a figure standing tall at the bow, the same person as before, one food on the side of the ship, the other planted firmly on the ship’s deck and they stood tall above you.

You had pushed open the cages, freed the dragons. You had helped.

“Take me with you,” You pleaded, glancing back at the freed dragons behind you in the mist, fighting off trappers and making off for more open skies.

You wondered if they knew how a moment so inconsequential, a moment so small, could become so holy to you. It was your poetry. It was your Pantheon.

You couldn’t tell anything about them besides their eyes, green and hard, the rest of their features hidden behind leather and rags. You thought you might look pathetic the way you were then in your worn, holed furs, torn to the thinness of rags.

Eerily, it reminded you of the moment you spent dangling off the edge of a cliff, looking into the eyes of someone with a very much similar build.

You stared at them, stuck in a moment of hesitation, which caused hope to well up like blood cut from your still beating heart. You pleaded with your eyes, shoulders, body language, let the knife in your hand loose.

Eerily, it reminded you of the moment you spent dangling off the edge of a cliff, looking into the eyes of someone with a very much similar build.

You imagined their faces, whatever lay under that mask and Hiccup’s, moving in the same way, though you prayed the outcome would not end up the same.

There was a time when you would have rather been in Hel alone than in Valhalla without him.

Eventually, after a long moment of silence and clear deliberation, the masked warrior shook their head no.

They turned, hooked staff shivering, bone parts wrapped to the staff with twine rattling, conveying a command you could not decipher in full.

The dragon got ready to take off. You tried to grab on to their coattails, the fins of their dragon, anything as they left. But you were too late.

You choked back a sob as you fell back down, hard against the deck.

Misty, separated by a curtain from the rest of the world, listening to the steady approach of footsteps from behind. You bared your teeth, knife at the ready, and swung.

You felt the blade drag though you couldn’t see against what before you were nicked back onto the ground.

Sopping wet, you struggled against the men who worked to hold you down.

#how to train your dragon #httyd #x reader #fanfiction #hiccup haddock #hiccup x reader #httyd imagine #fem reader #female reader #gender neutral reader

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4pfsukuna · 3 months

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Prof. Nanami puts his two smartest students together for a research project and you just can’t help teasing him…until he teases back.

Black coded reader, cause black af.mdni.

Tapping my long red french tips on the library table i let out another long sigh irritated with my (not chosen by me) partner.

We had been sitting here in silence a dimly lit corner in the back of the library our only exchange was “hey” so what could he possibly be typing.

“So i was thinking we could do our project on—“ i begin to speak taking my hand out of my leather jacket pocket only to be cut off by the dark eyed assailant.

“No. I’ve already decided” he mutters out not moving his attention from the screen. Resting my chair forward so im no longer leaning i scrunch my nose.

“Theres no way you decided because i didn’t agree” and from the slight view i have of his face i can tell hes rolling his eyes.

This was exactly why i didn’t want to work with him… or anyone. He was quiet, closed off, known as a loner and had these deep dark eyes that felt like he was stairing into the pits of your soul.

“Are you going to do all the work?” I ask with a raised brow before noticing not once has he even looked at me. Pushing even more forward to see what he was typing im unaware of our proximity until i notice the slight red blush covering his cheeks right under the mark on his nose.

Ive completely invaded his space my boobs nearly pouring out of the top of my black crop top and im pressed completely onto his arm.

“Am i making you uncomfortable” i tease and i couldn't help it when you grow up with step brothers like Sukuna and Yuji (our dad wanting to step out of his marriage and explore with an american woman actually explore his kink for black women which in all actuality he had a poor taste in women their mothers who decided it was time for her to live her dreams so she just up and left and mine who shipped me off as soon as she had the birds and bees talk which is all irrelevant since choso is storming out of the library laptop in tow and the last thing i need is to fail this final paper.

Grabbing my oversized purse and slinging it over my shoulder i chase after him and catch him in the hall.

“Wait wait wait” i huff out of breath because these heels were not made for running and he turns around facing me with a bored expression, you wouldn’t even think i offended him.

“Alright that was completely inappropriate and i shouldn’t have joked like that, but i also don’t want to fail or push all the work on you. I want to work on this project together” i breathe out standing infront of him blocking his path but as large as he was compared to me im sure he could step over me if he seen fit.

“What makes you think i want to work with you” he bites out and i let out the arrogant smile that solidified i was Sakunas half sister.

“Do you actually think professor Namami would place the smartest person in the class with a idiot and have them do all the work? Come on now its Nanami he would put his two smartest pupils together to challenge another and write a final paper hes actually happy to read” i say as if its common sense cause it is.

Its NANAMI.

I watch the debate in his eyes as he thinks over what i just said before his shoulders drop in defeat. I grin widely sticking my hand out as a form of truce which he painfully takes.

I force myself to bite back the smirk at his clamy hands knowing it was all my doing and use the grip to yank him closer.

“And i would love if you could send me what you have so far so i can begin doing research” i utter lowly licking my lips watching his glare never falter almost as if he's painfully keeping his eyes avoiding my mouth before bidding him goodbye a devious plan forming in my head.

The next afternoon when we meet in the library i offer sweets from a local bakery as an official truce which i can hardly read his expression at.

“Im sorry now that i think about it you dont seem much of a sweets guy” i feel foolish of course he didnt like sweets— my train of thought is interupted by him picking up a creme filled chocolate pastry.

“Shouldnt judge a book by a cover, every smart person knows that” he quipps quickly and my lips twitch in a smile. Ah so he does bite back.

“Did you call me dumb?” I scoff playfully dropping bait which he quickly takes.

“Does the shoe fit?” He bites back and when i dont respond only send a playful glare i watch as the corners of his lips twitch up feeling proud i could get a smile. “Come on show me your work”

And we spend the next two hours talking theories and sharing ideas conspiring every concept as his long fingers type away my thoughts later to be put into essay format.

Its not long before he lets out a yawn breaking our silence and i look up at him noticing the bags forming under his eyes slowly being covered by his bangs.

He was actually begining to look disheveled. Two signature buns drooping from running his hands through them bangs more full from the pueces of his buns and the bored expression— actually that was very on brand for him.

“Come on let’s wrap up your tired” i say softly twirling a stand off his bangs around my finger and i knew it was when he was too tired to cover his blush he was exhausted.

Yup, still got it.

He swats at my hand sending me a pointed look to which i innocently bat my eyes up at him from the seat next to him.

And thats how it goes for the next few weeks smart remarks met by his even more quick witted remarks sometimes followed by a half smirk, my harmless flirting/ teasing which i may have taken too far the day i rested my palm on his inner thigh and he flew out of his seat claiming he needed to use the bathroom only returning 10 minutes later saying he had to leave.

Or the day he asked me to proof read a page leaning away from his computer so i could take it instead i lean forward hand resting on his shoulder unaware just how close his face was to my—

Both occasions i had to bring apology pastries.

And the more time we spent together the more i learned about Choso. How smart he is, what makes him tick, his favorite foods, what makes him blush the way i thought he was a boob man but ive caught his gaze on my thighs several times and i may purpousely wear shorter skirts on days i know were going to be together.

Today was no exception.

The only thing i hadn’t planned on was the air conditioner being on full blast. Probably my karma from the universe wearing the tiniest of clothes to tease him.

“Oh no were going to have to finish another day its freezing in here” i shiver crossing my arms over another trying to huddle into myself for warmth. The black (extreme) mini skirt with short sleeve white shirt that had bows tying the back together with Sukunas red varsity jacket was such a cute look until he realized i was wearing his jacket and took it . He was now my least favorite brother and yuuji was in the lead, which he typically always was given his competition.

“What?!” Choso nearly begins to foam at the mouth. “Its our last day and were so close to being done we can actually submit it now and im sure we would get an A still” he quickly rambles out dropping our stuff on the table we usually took up. The library was nearly empty so him being loud was no bother at all to anyone probably because most students didnt know where the library was.

“So submit it, I dont do the cold” i shrug ready to grab my bag when he begins taking off his jacket placing it on my shoulders pulling my hair from put under the collar and going to his work.

“Probelm solved, now sit” he bites put and id never seen this side of him but it was kind of a turn on and probably karma rearing her head into me again because through all the teasing i developed a tiny crush on Choso. Like tiny though.

Super tiny.

Extremely tiny.

So tiny i couldnt help but flirt with him every chance i had and notice all his favorite things and Damn did his jacket smell good.

So tiny i knew every detail of the scar on his face and how it swerves slight over the bridge of his nose not just cause it curves but—

Damn his jacket smelled… good wasnt a strong enough word. I was feeling intoxicated from how sensational his jacket smelled.

My crush was so tiny i made sure to bring his favorite pastries every tuesday and thursday because the way he smiled could brighten up my whole day.

My crush was so tiny i wasnt thinking about using my rose tonight to the smell of his jacket and the way he demanded me to sit down.

Imagine hearing that in the be—

Feeling a tight grip on my thigh my head snaps over to him and his eyes give me that bored yet slightly annoyed expression.

“Stop fidgeting, its driving me insane and just let me finish typing the rest of what you wrote” he says like he cant wait to be done and i pout knowing this would be the last time we’d get to spend together. My crush would stay just that.

My eyes trail down noticing his buff arms veins sticking out something id never notice before. Has he always worked out. Going down even further i notice the silver rings spread across his fingers and almost choke.

I was going to need 10 minutes in the bathroom if he didnt move his iron grip. I just had one question.

“Have you ever fingered a girl with all your rings on?” I blurt… and this time it was a genuine mistake. Of all the shit ive said this was the one i completely wish i didnt. I was actually okay with us never speaking again, Sukuna says we should never have shame but i bet he would never do something like that.

Ok yes he would.

“Do you want to be the first?” I hear and nearly fall off the table if it wasnt for his iron grip on my thigh. I thank God for my brown complexion because my cheeks feel hot and I’m lost for words completely. Its when he begins to chuckle that i realize he was just giving me a taste of my own medicine. The weeks of comments and sexual innuendos id thrown at him and couldn’t handle one.

I feel the proud smile grow on my face and unknowingly squeeze my thighs together slightly squirming the idea still playing in my mind.

“What if i said yes” i retort watching as he becomes flustered and that adorable blush comes back to his cheeks.

“Would it make you stop… moving your thighs so much” he struggles his hand moving to my other thigh squeezing and i grin knowing he had a thing for them and he can no longer hold back. His eyes meet mine until i lean forward placing a few soft kisses on his lips.

“Promise”

Ok that was a lie. It was all a lie.

Sitting on his right leg, my back pressed up against his chest and 2 of his fingers buried inside me the squirming absolutely hasn't stopped but it doesn't seem to affect him one bit as he edits the last bits of parts i wrote for our project.

“This is so good sweetheart, how about a third finger?” He ask rhetorically lips brushing against my ear and i'm so close to cumming at Dom!Choso cause whewwwww what a turn on. He curls his two fingers up as if he’s trying to pull the orgasm from inside of me and my legs clench together trying not to make too much of a mess.

He chuckles right against my ear and I'm losing myself at the stimulation, Biting my lip as he uses a third finger on my clit. My vision begins to blur and I feel myself about to cum for a second time.

“Look at you trying so hard to hold back those gorgeous moans after you spent the past month teasing me, fucking with me… mmm so wet” he groans in my ear spreading my lips causing the squelching sound to be louder. His fingers brush a particular spot deep in my core making me fall apart as I bite my lip harder cherry lip gloss mixing with the iron taste of blood.

“I love every little sound you make Why try and hide it from me, would you really deny me?” He kisses up my neck using his other hand to pull my bottom lip from my mouth releasing a string of curses, his fingers never stopping their exploration of my walls.

He did show mercy, slowing down other hand snaking up my shirt cupping a boob until his fingers found my nipple.

“You're so wet for me… just me” he groans his teeth leaving marks down my neck to my shoulder and the idea of him being slightly possessive wanting to mark me so everyone knew i was his? My insides clench and he hums at the feeling.

His fingers pick up the pace once more and I have to close my eyes to hold on to every drop of restraint I have left between the way his fingers are moving expertly inside of me, the contrast of his warm hands to the cold rings on his fingers. I could stay here forever, one hand clutching his bicep the other on his thigh.

“Ch-choso i—mmmmm” i try to get out feeling my hips have a mind of their own grinding down on his fingers needily unaware of how he had me completely wrapped around them. He bites onto my neck and my release follows earning a groan from him as im left panting in his lap. What i dont expect to hear is the wet sound of him licking each of his fingers and the sight has me wet all over again my heart racing.

He chuckles pulling my chin toward him as he places his lips on mine i instantly kiss back gently sucking on his bottom lip earning a groan from him. He doesnt hesitate as his hands rub my thighs gripping and squeezing our tongues dancing together until he slowly pulls away lips and cheeks both red.

“Lets go” i murmur placing another soft kiss on his lips only to receive a confused look.

“Yuji and Sukuna both are going to a party so they wont be back until 7am… i have a free house where i dont have to worry about being quiet”

#choso x black!reader #jjk x black!reader #jjk smut #jjk x reader

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otdiaftg · 7 months

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The Raven King - Chapter Seven

Day: Thursday, October 5th Time: 11:30 PM EST

"I mean literally soft. Too many curves, see? I feel like my hands would slide right off. It's totally not my thing. I like..." He drew a box with his fingers as he searched for words. "Erik. Erik's perfect. He's a total outdoors junkie, rock climbing and hiking and mountain biking, all that awful bug-infested fresh-air stuff. He's stronger than I am, and I like that. I feel like I could lean on him all day and he wouldn't break a sweat." "Funny," Nicky said. "That didn't used to be my type. None of the others I crushed on growing up were anything like that. Maybe that's why none of them could help me." Nicky turned his hands palm-up on the table and considered them. "My parents are kind of crazy, you know? There's religious and there's super psychotic religious. Me and Renee, we're the decent sort, I think. We go to different churches and have some different ideas, but we respect each other anyway. We understand that religion is just an interpretation of faith. But my parents are the black-and-white crazy kind. It's only right and wrong with them: hellfire and damnation and judgment from on high. "For some reason I tried coming out to them anyway," Nicky said. "Mom was pretty upset. She locked herself in the bedroom and cried and prayed for days. Dad took a more direct route and shipped me off to Christian gay camp. I spent a year learning that I was infected by a disgusting idea from the devil, that I was a living test for every other good Christian on the planet. They tried using God to shame me into being straight. "It didn't work," Nicky said. "For a while I wished it did. I went home feeling like an abomination and a failure. I couldn't face my parents like that, so I lied. I pretended to be straight for the rest of high school. I even dated a couple girls. I kissed a couple of them, but I used my faith as an excuse never to get further than first base. I knew I just had to keep it together until graduation. "I hated my life so much," Nicky said. "I couldn't do that, you know? I couldn't live a lie like that day after day. I felt trapped. Some days I thought God abandoned me; sometimes I thought I failed Him. Halfway through my junior year I started thinking about suicide. Then my German teacher took me aside and told me about a study abroad program. She would set it all up for me, she said, if my parents would sign off on it. She'd handle admissions and get a host family and everything. It'd be expensive, but she thought I needed a change in scenery. Guess she knew I was that close to the edge. "I didn't think Mom and Dad would go for it, but they were so proud of me for my so-called recovery they agreed to let me go my senior year. I just had to last another semester and then I could go. I was so desperate to get out of there I didn't even really pay attention when Aaron and Aunt Tilda moved to Columbia that spring. All I cared about was keeping it together until May. I know now I should have tried harder, but I would've been no good to him how I was. "When the plane took off from Columbia, I was scared to death," Nicky said. "I was so relieved to leave my parents and everyone I knew, but I didn't know if being in Germany would change anything. When I landed, my new host brother was waiting for me in Arrivals. Erik Klose," Nicky said, sounding it out like he was saying it for the first time. "He taught me to believe in myself. He showed me how to balance my faith and my sexuality, and he made me okay again. I know it sounds dramatic, but he saved my life." Nicky flipped his hands over and laced his fingers together. The look he turned on Neil was as reassuring as it was worried and made Neil want to edge away. "That's what love is about, see? That's why Exy isn't ever going to be enough, not for you or Andrew or anyone. It can't hold you up, and it won't make you a stronger or better person."

Art used with permission by Kurra. Thank you @kurra !

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crusty-chronicles · 1 year

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Airheaded S/O Headcannons #3 Robin (One Piece)

She absolutely adores you

What's that? You're incredibly stupid?

Come here sweet thing, Robin's here to help

Hmm? You're also incredibly strong? Aww, don't puff out your chest too much little warrior.

You're just too precious to risk getting hurt in battle.

You and Chopper are the most important people to her. (Shhh, don't tell the rest of the crew)

She absolutely babies you.

She can't help it, you have not a thought between those eyes.

You fell overboard and have a Devi Fruit?

She's there catching you with her powers just before you fall in

You're interested in archeology?

She's pulling out books and showing you how to identify types of ponyglyphs.

You hurt yourself wrestling with Luffy?

She's leading you hand in hand to Chopper's office.

God forbid you and Zoro leave to explore an island together.

A man with no sense of direction and an idiot who can't find theirs.

Absolute chaos.

She'll make Luffy or chopper go with you two if she can't.

You'd joined the crew a little bit before the CP9 incident.

Luffy had bought you on board with no other reason besides, "They're funny."

And pointing towards you chasing around the ship's doctor.

"Come here you little monster!!!! Let me squish your tiny face!!!" Promptly tripping afterwards and cracking the deck with your forehead.

You definitely fit in right after that.

She assumed you were strong from the start

The crew did have a track record for strong idiots after all. (Luffy, Zoro, Sanji)

As soon as the Marines attacked, you were one of the first ones to engage in battle.

Devil fruit or not, you sunk a whole ship by yourself.

Then you came back with that dopey look in your eyes and asked if you did good.

She's fond of you then, but becomes smitten during the fight at Enies Lobby.

When you saw Spandam kicking Robin while she struggled, you went ballistic.

Jumping, literally leaping hundreds of feet, just to reach her

You'd just about killed that goon with just one punch, and by the look on your face, you probably hoped you did.

You helped her up with the fondest look she's ever seen.

"Let's get you to Chopper, Luffy will take care of the rest. So don't worry anymore, promise me that."

And Robin's heart had never felt so full.

She had what she'd been missing for so long.

Friends, a makeshift family of outcasts.

Besides Sanji, you're the one checking in on her the most after that.

And she just about melts when you try (and fail) to read a story from one of her books to her.

She calls you her precious fool and occasionally love.

Baby is reserved for very special occasions

But not in the way you think

It's more of a "Let me help you with that, you baby" kind of way.

She waits you out for a confession, having a strong inkling you return her feelings.

You always volunteer to explore islands with her

You always reach for her hand to show her something cool you found.

And you get a little flustered when she compliments you or teases you.

You approached her with a small bouquet of wildflowers you found on the current island.

She half expects you to be subtle, but it's you

And you being you say-

"I picked these because I love you." 🥺🥺🥺

Cute.

So cute she melts, and accepts immediately.

She doesn't get jealous

She fully trusts you and knows you only have eyes for her

How does she know?

You tell her everyday you love her

Heart eyes and everything.

You also fight Sanji for her affections.

"SHE LOVES ME!!! 😡😡😡 YOUR FOOD WON'T TEMPT HER!!!"

"IT'S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS!!! AND YOU'RE NOT SMART ENOUGH TO APPRECIATE ROBIN FULLY!!!"

"EYEBROWS EYEBROWS EYEBROWS!!!

"YOU KNOW WHAT, YOU CAN JUST STARVE TONIGHT!!!"

She feeds you secretly

She does worry about you a lot though

Yes you're strong, but you're not invincible

She'd rather fight for you or besides you.

Don't worry her by taking off with Luffy will ya?

NEXT UP: Byakuya Kuchiki

An: Shorter head cannons because I've got Buddy Daddies on the mind and I want to binge.

MASTERLIST

#robin x reader #nico robin #one piece #one piece x reader #nico robin x reader #x reader #x y/n #airhead s/o #stronk s/o

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obwjam · 5 months

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for the prompt, 26 and peter quill with a teenage borrower?

this has been sitting in my inbox for over a month LOL so sorry anon who was probably expecting something better, much sooner

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“Aw, c’mon, bud. I’m not that scary, am I?”

You gulped. He kind of was, but you weren’t going to say that.

See, you knew exactly who this guy was – Star Lord, leader of the famous Guardians of the Galaxy. He was so famous that even borrowers knew who they were, and your kind tended to stay so secluded that they barely knew anything about the giants of your world.

It was the thing you hated the most. Giants were fascinating! They did things with such ease, and they never had to worry about basic survival like you did. You knew if you could study them up close, you could learn something and help make life better for all of you.

Unfortunately, you really failed to take into account how utterly terrifying it was going to be.

“Aw, man…” Peter frowned. He had noticed this little thing following him around this shop – they couldn’t have been more than 16 years old. He pretended that he didn’t notice them, since he knew they definitely thought they were being sneaky, but they were so caught up in following him that they didn’t notice the ledge of the shelf they were running across was rapidly approaching, and before they knew it, they were tumbling toward the ground. Peter caught them, and now they were sitting in his cupped hands, wide-eyed and trembling.

Guess he was that scary.

“Hey, don’t – c’mon, it’s alright, don’t cry!”

Crap, you were crying. That’s so embarrassing! you yelled in your head, furiously trying to blink away the tears without moving too much, but it was no use. You thought you were being sneaky. You thought you were being brave. But when it came down to it, you were just as terrified as everyone else in your village.

“Shit, um–” Quill looked around, making sure nobody else was nearby. The rest of the Guardians were waiting back on the ship, since this was supposed to be a quick stop to get these little cookies that reminded Peter of Oreos. “Hold on, ‘lil dude, I’m takin’ us somewhere else.”

You whimpered at the sudden movement, too stubborn to stabilize yourself in fear of looking even weaker than you felt now. A few minutes felt like a few hours, but soon, you stopped moving. Quill had found a quiet corner outside the shop.

“Okay, I think we’re safe here,” he huffed, leaning against a dirty brick wall. He took a moment to look you over – wide eyes, heavy breathing, arms pinned tensely at your side. He wasn’t exactly sure how to proceed, but he knew he had to calm you down.

“What’s your name? Can you tell me that?”

You squeezed your eyes and shook your head. Even if you wanted to tell him, the words would have gotten caught in your throat.

Peter sighed. “Okay. Names later, that’s cool, that’s cool. Well, I’m Peter Quill, people call me Star-Lord.”

You nodded. “I know.”

Quill perked up at the impossibly small sound of your voice. “You know me, huh? I’m that famous?”

You couldn’t help but giggle. How could he not know how famous he was?

You didn’t notice Peter’s soft smile. Maybe he would get through to you after all.

“How old are you, little buddy?”

You hesitated. “...Fifteen.”

“Fifteen?! My god, little dude. You shouldn’t be out alone! Where are your parents?” Quill nearly laughed when he said those words. He never thought he would be the scolding parent type.

You shrunk back. “I…” You didn’t expect him to get mad! And you couldn’t just tell him, either. Why did he have to ask that?!

Peter could immediately tell he had just asked a sensitive question. “Woah, hey, I’m sorry,” he said suddenly, feeling the tears splashing down on his palm. “I, uh, I get it.”

You tilted your head.

“Well, I lost my mom when I was real young, back when I lived on earth.” He said that like you should know what earth was. “And my dad… well, I kind of killed my dad, but I didn't even meet him until a few months ago.” He smirked at the look of sheer confusion on your face. “Oh, don’t worry. He totally deserved it.” A pause. “Anyway! What I’m saying is… I know what it’s like not to have…” He trailed off. “But I’ve got my friends, and that’s more important, anyway. Do you have any friends around?”

You gulped. One of the most sacred borrower rules was to never reveal the existence of others if you were to get caught. Of course, you had already broken the most sacred law, which was to never be seen, no matter what.

You couldn’t help but really reflect on the question he just asked. Sure, you lived with the village, but after what happened to your parents, you were rarely allowed to leave. They didn’t even know you had left to observe Star-Lord. They were gonna be real mad about that.

“...I’ll assume by your long pause and contemplative looks that the answer is, it’s complicated.”

You shook your head sadly. You don’t know what compelled you to admit this; maybe you respected his attempt to sympathize with you. Or maybe you just really wanted his help.

“I… I thought – if I could watch you, I could learn from you,” you squeaked. “Make things better for me. For everyone.”

Quill felt his heart swell. That was an adorable admission.

“But – but nobody listens to me,” you continued. “They don’t care what I have to say. They probably don’t even – I doubt they even noticed that I’m gone.”

A moment passed before Peter spoke again. “Well, what did you learn?”

“Well, I… I learned that giants can be really nice.” You instantly blushed. Did you just say that out loud?

Quill knitted his eyebrows. “Are we not supposed to be?”

“Well… yeah,” you said. “That’s why I’m not supposed to be seen.”

“Gotta say, little bud, you’re doing a terrible job at not being seen.”

Quill was relieved to see you laugh at that. He didn’t know why, but he felt this tug toward you. Maybe it was because you seemed to be receptive to his jokes, or maybe it was the way you looked at him with those pleading eyes. Yondu was there for him when he needed it most – maybe you needed someone like that, too.

“So,” Quill started, “you really want to learn from me?”

You nodded tentatively. What was he getting at?

“Well, if it’s alright with you… why don’t you come hang out with me and the Guardians for a bit?”

You nearly fell over. “What?”

Quill smiled. “You could learn how to fight, how to build stuff, how to pilot a ship… well, maybe not that last part, because nobody flies the Milano but me. But you could definitely watch.”

“Are… are you serious?”

Peter nodded. “Of course I am. Plus, this place sucks, right? Like, it’s totally boring.”

“It – it is pretty uneventful around here.”

“Exactly. See? I think you already know the answer.”

You thought about it for a moment. You would be leaving, totally unannounced. The village would go frantic searching for you… if they even noticed you were gone. You could actually see what was out there! You could learn skills you only dreamed of having. You could protect yourself… just like the giants could.

“I’ll go with you!”

Now, Quill was beaming. “I knew it. Your life is about to become insanely awesome, little bud. Just wait until you meet the others.”

You couldn’t help but beam along with him as he walked away, the landscape you once called home melting further and further in the difference before disappearing completely.

Peter Quill wasn’t so scary after all.

#wow why does it feel so long since ive written marvel #(because it has)#i hope you enjoyed!#obwrites #marvel g/t #g/t #giant/tiny

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cosmic-kaden · 11 days

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Guess who is finally out of the crush zone? >/////> He's only been in there for 2 months. I have LORE, I have a PLAYLIST. Lord so help me I LOVE this goofball-

Hey if you aren't a self-shipper dni. I have anxiety lol // self shippers this is okay to rb! I'd love to know your thoughts on the new ship! :D its been a long time coming! (so long as you're not a dick. I dont do critic stuff here cause its self ship lol)

Lore? Lore. (I use his first and last name interchangeably for obv reasons lol)

Kaden met Adam on their birthday. Kaden was out with a group of friends but things went sour when Kaden's ex showed up. There was a huge fight that broke out and basically it ended with Kaden ditching their own birthday party to go cry on the curb because their friends ended up hanging out with their dumbass ex.

That's when they met Sackler. He didn't acknowledge them at first. He sat right next to them at the curb but when he did speak he said something that made Kaden scoff and give him a look of disbelief.

"You look ugly when you cry."

Kaden thought they were already having a horrid night who the fuck was this guy!? Kaden called him a douche bag and smiled a little because they honestly weren't expecting him to say it. He followed up his last statement.

"See now you have a very beautiful smile." smooth bastard.

Eventually Kaden and Adam started talking at that curb side and ever since then they hadn't stopped talking but it wasn't all sunshine and rainbows for them. Kaden learned about his past and the type of person he used to be.

Adam was a player- a big time one, they found that out when they ran into his previous ex's Hannah and Jessa. Kaden made a snap judgement. 'don't fall in love with this guy.' Which of course ultimately failed but they never revealed it to him out of the sheer fear that he would turn them into a one and done.

Eventually Sackler admitted that he liked Kaden way more than a friend and Kaden tried their best to reject him but he knew that they liked him just as much if not more than he liked them.

Thus a relationship formed with the two. It didn't end well.

Kaden had trust issues from the get go and Sackler of course was pissed off whenever Kaden started to feel paranoid and that caused tension between them and Kaden made the decision that they shouldn't be together anymore.

During their break they remained friends, very close friends but there were moments of awkwardness. Adam hadn't moved on and secretly, neither did Kaden but they didn't want to get back with him, not when there was distrust.

Over the time of their new friendship(about a year and a half) Sackler stayed consistent, he really did reinvent himself. Kaden was worried that when they split up he would just go find someone else but he didn't. He did a lot of self reflecting and acknowledgement to all the shitty things he's done in the past and how much he had hurt others because he wasn't emotionally ready to take serious steps. Kaden was impressed.

Kaden didn't leap at the chance to get back with him though. They wanted to make sure he was being serious. Which to Kaden's surprise, he was.

One night they were walking down a familiar spot and Adam grinned running over to the side of street, sitting at the curb and patted the spot next to him to which Kaden followed and sat down. he remanences on the past.

"Remember you sat there, I sat here?"

"You said I looked ugly when I cried."

"Made you smile though."

They shared laughter and smiles about their past when Adam moved closer to them, he wrapped his arm around them, he kissed their cheek and spoke.

"I don't know if you'll ever trust me but I can't life without you, you know? You're allowed to feel what you feel and I'll always be here to remind you that I'm not the person I used to be. I'm not going anywhere. Friend or lover. You're stuck with me.. weither you feel the same or not... I love you"

Kaden lowering their head as Sackler embraced them, his head resting on their shoulder, they seen so much growth and change in him, they knew he wasn't that person who he used to be. They couldn't deny that he wasn't that person anymore.

"I love you too.. " Kaden ended up whispering, they refused to look at him and confessed that they never stopped loving him. They broke down and Adam made them look at him.

"You're pretty when you cry." he smiled "You're pretty when you smile.. and laugh.. you're pretty when you're sitting around doing nothing...you're just so pretty. Beautiful...."

Kaden's lips tugged into a smile and he closed the distance, sharing a kiss that felt brand new as they sat at the place where they first met.

"Happy birthday~" he hummed against their lips

From that day forward, they learned to communicate better, they had trust, friendship, love, he was their best friend and they were his rock, keeping him grounded when he needed it.

#[ugly sobbing] IDGAF if people aren't interested in this ship. It's been a long time coming and I adore this ship! that's all that matters!!#LORE LORE LORE LORE LORE ITS HAPPPEENNNINNNGGGGGGGGG <333 #I LOVE THIS SHIP ITS MESSY AND ROCKY AND THEY HAD TO LEARN AND GROW AND AHHHHHHHHHH #Sackler 💞#I'M GOING TO WORK ON THE MOODBOARD FOR THE PLAYLIST NOW!!! AHHHHHH LDJFDSLFKJD #My favourite bad habit;

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evelynpr · 1 year

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How IN LOVE are the Genshin cast with the Traveler? An ANALYSIS of the cast's affinity for them based on voice lines, events and other media!

This goes for both Aether and Lumine, and even Paimon occasionally for the friendship/family tier! If there is anyone or smth I missed please feel free to add I love studying character relationships!!! Of course you are free to interpret these differently, or see it as "something more" if you wish hehe ;)

Lowest Tier : Friendly-er

These characters are here because they are not the type to have many friends, but traveler is special to them, not romantically

Raiden Ei - I interpret their relationship as one that is trying to build a stable friendship, but still recovering from past events slowly. Ei has done a lot of harm both directly and indirectly at the traveler, but has gone through the events of the quest to re-center herself in which the Traveler helped greatly. Deeply thankful is what I'm lead to believe, but casual is still iffy because of Ei's acts of cutting off all close connections in the past.

Shenhe - She is very protective of the traveler, because they were her earliest friends (yes Paimon too) and her story does revolve around her learning to fight for others (I find their friendship very sweet, but not romantic at all since Shenhe has a much longer way to go in understanding social relationships) (I'm kinda surprised I've never seen someone ship this romantically actually-)

Diluc - Definition of a Gentleman when it comes to the traveler. He always offers his support, gives his hand-picked grape juice to them for free, etc. He always sees them in high regard and trusts them greatly (but you could probably say he does the same for Kaeya, Jean, Adelinde, Elzer, basically anyone he sees as family)

Ningguang - She says herself that she keeps her friends few because of the dangers her enemies pose on those who are close to her, but as Liyue's protector she puts great trust in the traveler. Her hangout imo shows that she generally trusts us more than a business partner but as a friend (very wholesome, but nothing more than that and that's cool!)

Razor - Traveler is Lupical. Razor is inherently very protective of the people he cares about because of feeling like he failed to protect his lupical in the past (I believe that's the story behind his vision). So obviously it is not romantic, but his interactions with the Traveler, Paimon, his family and friends are just so special and heartwarming especially in his latest event (SO SWEET I LOVE FOUND FAMILY)

!! SPOILER FOR WANDERER'S STORY QUEST !!

Scaramouche/Wanderer/babygirl/whatever you named him - He clearly doesn't have that many companions (or even any at all), even less those who he shows any sign of vulnerability to. Personally I see it as one of the most interesting traveler relationships in the game yet because they both do not fully trust each other, nor fully accept the other as a friend, but because of him revealing his trauma and past to him, and also the traveler also revealing a part of their own mind and longing, they have an understanding of each other like no one else does. (I do not see this as romantic, but more like a camaraderie which may lead to a deeper connection in the future)

Side note: Most of the playable cast are friends with the traveler, I point out these people specifically because they don't show vulnerability often, or already have other of friends so these relationships have another level of importance to the character.

Middle Tier : Flirty~

These guys are sweet talkers, may or may not be into the traveler

Kaeya - He kinda just talks like that if you ask me. He genuinely cares for the traveler and the other Knights and his family, but his language is just one of the ways he puts on his persona (As Razor would put it, his "fake smile")

Lisa - "Hey cutie-" makes me feel things, ok. Other than that though, nothing tells me she's into the traveler any more than a flirty way? I mean she appreciates them for their skills and support but I think it ends there?

Kazuha - man is a sweet talker honestly. Of course he also cares for the traveler deeply, but his poetic and colorful language is from his own nature, and the traveler generally has a special presence (His language IS very pretty if you ask me haha) (I feel some would say its more *suggestive* than others so that's up to you already lmao)

If there's anyone else you think has a rather *flavorful* way of speaking to the traveler, please do let me know :> If you think these have deeper meaning though, that would be interesting

Above Average Tier : Very sweet, could be something more?

Pseudo-canon material (the comics and hangouts are great man)

Thoma - You give him flowers in his hangout, and in another ending he gives you his omamori which is very sentimental to him. Thoma is generally an incredibly sweet person, so interpret it as you please haha <3

Heizou - This is pretty romantic if you ask me (depending on your taste). He keeps saying how much he wants you to be his "partner" (technically in the investigation sense), and has dialogue about how he feels comfortable around you, it's very sweet and has potential. Not to mention "Traveler, you are so dreamy~" (I swear this guy is 80% fanservice but do you see people complaining?)

Noelle - Her hangout was really adorable, it had a very innocent and young long vibe throughout it and it's just cuteness overload :> (What I would call a babyship)

Childe - Chilumi (not counting Aether) is basically canon in one of the side comedy comics, but in game, it's implied they do battle for fun, traveler does still keep their guard up around him, but his story quest shows he puts great trust in the traveler despite their differences.

Highest Tier : VERY interested, in love even

These are all in game, and pretty canon events (Teapot lines may still be questioned on how canon they are, but further reinforce the mindsets and affinity for the traveler these characters have) (of course it still has headcanon and my own stupid simp heart but bear with me okay?)

Albedo - He always talks abt how interested he is in you (not just scientifically anymore lmao), and suggested for you to live (totally not with him) in Dragonspine. He also trusts them more than others quite explicitly. He is, I believe, deeply enamored by them because of their kindness, strength, intelligence and reliability because the traveler is the person he is most comfortable with. They are the reason he wants to interact with others more as well (Shadows Amidst Snowstorms +Teapot highlights this). The teapot lines are just the icing on the cake, man is making a MOVE on the traveler for REAL by asking him out and showing how he wants to spend more time with them.

Xiao - I feel like despite how common this pair is, it's quite overlooked just how much Xiao trusts and admires the traveler. Xiao is very sensitive about people calling him by his name to use it to control him (that is what his old master did to him) so the fact that he tells only the traveler (not just suggest mind you) to call him anywhere anytime using HIS NAME, are massive displays of vulnerability, trust and protectiveness. (I believe that protection is his main way of showing affection because others are currently an anomaly to him) Xiao also both literally and emotionally feels a calming presence around them because of their healing ability and kindness. He also just can't say no to them, and wants to understand the traveler more even if it means in partaking in "dumb human activities"

Ayaka - She sees so much freedom and beauty in the traveler it is so sweet, and it's quite obvious how much she wants to spend time and be closer with the traveler emotionally (maybe I am just a simp but please she is so tender and sincere) It is also mentioned repeatedly how much she talks about them in very high regard. Once again the teapot lines are just the sugary coat on top with "May I...hold your hand?" being one of them (I screamed like I just won 50/50 in one pull with that line)

!! SMALL SPOILER TO WANDERER'S STORY QUEST !!

The old lady of the Kamisato Estate also mentions how thrilled Ayaka is every time they're around, and also talked about how talented and admirable they are. She also implied that they are Ayaka's "Knight in Shining Armor" and that she talks about them all the time. Idk if you need anymore convincing at this point of how much Ayaka likes the traveler after that.

SIDE NOTE : I find it refreshing and fascinating how the genders actually seem quite mixed and what relationships characters have with the traveler are varied. I really appreciate the writing team for the amount of detail they put into them!

AND THAT'S IT FOR NOW!!! This is my longest post yet soooo THANK YOU SO MUCH IF YOU MADE IT THIS FAR AND ACTUALLY READ THIS!!

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collectingsorrows444 · 2 months

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Coming Soon on ao3….

Fanciful Hiraeth

By Ghost_Sorrows24

“You entered the place. You explored it. Of course you did! All for a stupid dare, uh-huh. Or was it really for that dare? Wasn’t the reason you came here because of your curiosity? Your stupidity? You and your dumb teen brain can't get things right. Always letting your impulsive and intrusive thoughts get ahead of you.”

🧾📂ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁☆

Your 14-year-old-self was dared to enter the abandoned factory call Playtime Co. where it was said that the employees and kids went missing. Initially, you didn’t want to go, having the fear of not wanting to lose your parents' trust again. But the name sounds oddly familiar, and you can’t place a finger on why. Even your own memory was failing on you. You and your stupid mind, if only you were as smart in these situations like you were academically.

You let your own thoughts take over your actions, no doubts, no second takes. You let yourself get dragged into this mess. You’ve finally lost it. Now having to see multiple things and hear it, you want to catch a break. Your own clothes are now dirtied and ragged, your skin clammy and start to come back with acne.

How long has it been since you’ve seen the stars in the night sky? Oh right, you’ve never seen the stars before, having your eyesight fail you as the years go on. Such a shame, if only you had not come into this company’s property in the first place. Now they’ve proclaimed you as their savior.

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Can’t wait to let you guys know if it’s release once Chapter One and Two has been written! ^^ Poppy Playtime has recently became back into one of my main obsessions besides bands and other fandoms!

I will post the link to this fanfic when I’m done <3

Disclaimer!

- the reader character is a teenager

- everything will remain platonic

- mentions of blood

- mentions of wounds

- detailed descriptions of how the reader feels (?)

- There is no CatNap/DogDay (CatNap x DogDay) or any other ships

- It takes place when the player is about to leave Home Sweet Home.

- I will do my best to try and remain canon to the timeline

- I may not be able to update or post immediately just like my other fanfics or stories, most are discontinued. So, I wouldn’t have my hopes up that this fanfic may be posted immediately.

- My grammar is not perfect, and I type faster than I can register what I want to write.

- There is barely a plot besides the canon plot, so bare with me.

See you later, my starlights! :D Make sure you take care of yourselves and take things one step at a time <3

#poppyplaytime #dogday poppy playtime #dogday #catnap #catnap poppy playtime #poppy playtime fanfic #gn reader #teen reader #ao3 fanfic #ao3 writer

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blainesebastian · 1 year

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misunderstandings & miscommunication (ccg universe)

words: 2,963 ship: austin butler x reader summary: (anon request) “fight/angst request silent treatment or him being snappy type” notes: part of the coffee cart girl universe but can be read alone :) if you’d like to be added to a general tag list, please let me know! warnings: none tag list: @killerqueenfan, @karamelcoveredolicity, @elizabethrosecresswell, @gigisworldsstuff, @stylesmendeshearted, @rairaielv,

Here’s the thing about Austin as a boyfriend—he’s protective. Not in a way that could be construed as possessive or anything that makes you completely uncomfortable but that he loves you and couldn’t fathom bad things happening to you, especially when he can prevent them. In all honesty, you do love that about him, that he’s so often looking out for you, stepping in when you need it. Sometimes it’s small things too, it’s not always this big gesture, or even words that he says. When in a larger group of people, like when you’re out at bars, or when you run into a small group of paps or fans, Austin is quick to keep one hand on your waist, your lower back, his hand slipping into yours.

That constant stance of quiet support and comfort.

But this doesn’t mean that you can’t take care of yourself.

It started out as a relatively normal night—you and Austin decided that you wanted to go out to bar, get some drinks, hang out and actually enjoy a shared day off together. Nothing too over the top, but fun, something loose to be in one another’s company, feel like a couple that’s not always catching one another at the last moment or playing phone tag. Maybe even…end the night in bed with a carton of ice cream, a bottle of wine, and something else.

And yet, here you are, annoyed…staring at this guy Pete in confusion because, “What are you talking about?”

This is not the first time you’ve spoken to Pete for a length of time—he’s a small-time actor that swims in similar circles that Austin does. Meaning that you’ve run into him a handful of events, award shows, wrap parties, things like that. He seems decent enough? Maybe a tad bit too flirty sometimes but…unfortunately men don’t always care, or know how, to turn off that part of their brain when you’re not interested. Austin doesn’t seem the fondest of him? but he’s never really gone into any details. Besides, you’re not going to be that person that just flat out gives Pete the cold shoulder if he comes up to you with pleasantries. You can at least be nice? Exchange some stories.

What’s that really hurt?

But…

Pete just winces, taking another sip of beer as he glances over your shoulder. Austin’s currently in the bathroom while you’re at the bar, “I shouldn’t have even said anything.”

“No,” You shake your head, “Are you saying Austin told you…”

He nods slowly and there’s definitely a touch of awkwardness on his part now, “Yeah uh, he just it’d be better if we didn’t talk anymore.”

And you’re…not even sure how to deal with that? You’re really confused as to why Austin would be saying that in general, let alone what it has to do with Pete. You’re gonna ask, get to the bottom of this whole thing, but admittedly you’re kinda annoyed that…not only is Austin telling people these things, but that he didn’t tell you he’s said them. There’s this irrationally angry part of you that spews out questions in your head as Pete says his goodnights and wanders to another part of the bar—does Austin not trust you? Does he not think that you can handle yourself? Why wouldn’t he tell you what he’s said to Pete? Wouldn’t he know that there was a good chance you’d run into one another again? That Pete would tell you? Was this all just a giant misunderstanding?

Shaking your head, you take a long sip of your drink and look over your shoulder as Austin comes back from the bathroom, slipping onto the stool next to you where his jean jacket is. He slips an arm around your waist, tilting his head down a bit so he can talk to you in the crowded, louder space of the bar. It never fails to create a shiver that goes down your spine, the pleasant scent of his cologne wafting to your nose.

“Was thinkin’ we should do pizza after this, before we go home. Literally nothin’ stoppin’ us from ordering an extra-large pie to split between us.”

You know better than to get into some kind of argument right here in the middle of a bar on a date night, and yet you feel that same irritation curl up heatedly in the base of your stomach, like fire licking at the bottom of your ribcage.

“Yeah, just gotta pay the tab,” You finish your drink with a final sip and the words leave your mouth before you can register them on your tongue, “You might have to though in case the bartender isn’t allowed to talk to me.”

Austin’s mouth opens and closes a bit like a goldfish, you can tell he’s confused but that he can definitely feel the hostility coming off your body in waves. He shifts on the stool, facing you a bit better,

“You wanna unpack that for me?”

And yet he seems to settle within the realization as you reply, “I’m not sure why you’re goin’ around tellin’ guys to avoid me. I can handle myself.” You take a breath, tapping your fingers on the bar, “I didn’t ask you to do that, Austin. What do you just—have a list of people who can’t talk to me?”

There’s a moment in which he straightens his shoulders and you’re really glad you don’t have to tell him it’s Pete, he obviously knows, but to your surprise? He doesn’t apologize. Instead, he stands his ground. He shakes his head, glancing away from you for a moment as the muscle in his jaw works. He pulls his wallet out, throwing some bills on the bar as he chews on words not yet shifted from behind his teeth.

“For the record—I didn’t tell him to avoid you,” Austin’s tone is kinda icy, standoffish, and it’s there that you realize this conversation for whatever reason has pressed on a nerve, “I said if all he’s gonna do is flirt with you then it’d be better if he just didn’t talk to you at all.”

He pulls himself from the barstool, grabbing his jean jacket to slide his arms through. You follow suit, making sure you have your purse before you both weave your way through the crowded bar and out. The air has a bit of a bite to it but it’s nice compared to the stuffiness of being inside. Or maybe the cool breeze kissing your face makes the conversation feel less suffocating.

You try to figure out the best way to put this. It’s not that you don’t appreciate the sentiment or Austin looking out for you, because of course you do, but—

“I don’t need you speaking for me.” Because you can handle things on your own, you’re more than capable.

You’d ask Austin to step in and say something if that didn’t work, if Pete somehow crossed a line. You understand that your boyfriend doesn’t want it to even get to that point? But making this call and then doing it behind your back, not talking to you at all about it? That rubs you the wrong way.

A good relationship has communication, right?

And you feel like you have to be missing something because while Austin has a hot anger, a temper, he never has that short fuse with you. But instead of the conversation winding down, it keeps spiraling up, a constant simmer.

“Oh right, wouldn’t want to stop you from talkin’ to Pete,” He rolls his eyes, “Putting up with the consistent hitting on you, him blatantly just pretendin’ you’re single.”

Your eyebrows draw together and you almost ask, what is going on with you? but your brain spurs the banter forward, “It doesn’t matter if Pete thinks I’m single or not, Austin! Because I know that I’m not, and so do you.” You scoff, throwing your hands up a bit in exasperation,

“Do you not trust me?” This is beginning to branch off into something else entirely, “Obviously I would never entertain him doing that.” You shake your head, running a few frustrated fingers through your hair, “Besides, that’s—that’s not what I’m upset about, not talking to him anymore. I’m upset that you spoke for me—I can take care of my own messes if they pop up.”

“Fine,” Austin snaps, “Be my guest.”

He turns and begins walking down the street, getting to the corner and crossing and it takes you a moment to realize that he’s…he’s just leaving you. Outside this bar. It doesn’t matter that you both walked a short distance from your place to here but that…he’s never done that before. He’s never just left you.

You scoff almost in disbelief, standing there for a few moments as his sharp voice still rings against your eardrums. You almost feel slightly frozen in place, like your feet have sprout roots in which you can’t move from this spot in front of the bar. Swallowing over a lump in your throat, you take a slow step back, turning in the opposite direction and begin walking.

You get about halfway to Jillian’s apartment before you feel the wetness on your cheeks from crying.

The morning comes far too fast and it feels like you’ve been hit with a truck when you wake up, slowly sitting up in bed as if your limbs might suddenly detach from your body. This isn’t from being hungover, either, though the feeling is similar. You and Austin never really get into arguments like this—it’s not like you haven’t had disagreements or said something that you’ve regretted but apologized for.

You’ve never gone out of your way to spend the night at a friend’s just so you didn’t have to be in the same apartment with him. Usually you’re trying to find any and all ways just to get a bit closer, because being with him is sometimes not enough.

You try not to guilt yourself into feeling too awful because your emotions are valid, what you brought up is relevant and deserves a conversation. It just…shouldn’t have gone like that. Wrong place and time, wrong everything.

“You want some coffee?” Jillian asks as you get ready to leave, making sure you have your wallet and keys as you push your feet back into your shoes.

Shaking your head lightly, you motion to the door, “Nah I’m gonna go home,” You give her a gentle smile, “Thank you.”

She waves you off, running a hand through her wild red hair, “Anytime, you know that. Tell your boyfriend that this is my least favorite version of him,” She crinkles her nose, “Throwin’ tantrums and shit.”

You laugh lightly, shaking your head, “Yeah, not my favorite either.” You give her a small wave as you walk towards the door, “Bye.”

You take your time headed back home, stop at a café for a coffee and breakfast sandwich, get yourself together as much as you can as if you actually got some sleep last night (which, of course, you didn’t). You’re kinda nervous to walk back through your shared apartment door and maybe that’s…silly and unfounded, right? For some reason, even after this time with Austin, you’re worried he might realize that he could do a lot better than you and just up and leave.

That you’ll go home to an empty apartment.

Running a hand over your face, you shake the ridiculous thought out of your head and do your best to swallow your insecurities. You know what your relationship means to Austin, what it means to be with him, how much he loves you and vice versa.

One little confusing argument isn’t going to change that.

You finally make your way back, unlocking the door and toeing your shoes off. As you pocket your keys in your jacket, you pause as you glance in the living room at the movement. Austin stands from the couch and…it’s clear that he’s slept there, most likely so he could hear you come in, blankets and pillows from the bedroom hanging over the cushions.

Your heart definitely clenches at seeing that, seeing him—despite how things were left last night, you missed him. You love him. It doesn’t look like he’s slept very well which you can relate to. Letting out a slow breath, you let the front door close and walk into the living room, the silence sitting on your chest like a cinder block.

“I uh, I slept at Jillian’s.” You say after a moment, clearing your throat.

Austin nods, running a hand through his hair, “I saw—I was worried so I uh, checked your location when you didn’t come home.”

You swallow down a bout of guilt, shaking your head, “I should have texted you.”

Austin’s eyebrows draw together before he’s gently waving you off, “You had every right not to, not after how I was actin’.” He sighs, tipping his head back slightly as he walks closer to where you’re standing, “I should have never left you outside that bar like that, no matter what’s goin’ on or how I’m feelin’, I don’t do that.”

You watch him a moment as he apologizes and you know he feels genuinely bad, that he’s sorry, that whatever emotions he was feeling just completely overwhelmed him. Sometimes there might not be anything else to say, no other choice to make other than walking away.

But you appreciate the promise in his voice, that there won’t be a next time.

Running a hand through your hair, you want nothing more than to get into your pjs, maybe crawl into bed and actually sleep for a few hours. Tiredly, you offer him a small smile and a nod, the conversation not over but you’re not sure if you can hash it all out right now. Though when you get into the bedroom and begin to undress, you look over your shoulder and watch as Austin leans against the doorframe, his eyes on you—tired too, but concerned, relieved, in love, so many emotions all at once.

“What was going on last night?” You ask him, wanting the truth, to explain his side of things.

You tug off the outfit you had on and quickly trade it for some leggings, one of Austin’s sweaters that fit long on you. Pushing your slightly static-y hair out of your face, you pull the sleeves of the sweater over your hands as you turn to face him. Waiting.

Austin lets out a soft sigh as he steps into the bedroom, running a hand over the lower half of his face as he considers his words, “I had a friend who told me that Pete was all over his girlfriend at a party he had. She was a little drunk and when she came out of bathroom, I guess Pete was there tryin’ to push her back in.”

There’s a small stretch of silence for a moment before Austin shakes his head, his blue eyes finding yours,

“Seemed kinda chaotic and my friend said things were a bit unclear when he found them but…his girlfriend was upset and Pete had a bunch of excuses.”

You feel sick to your stomach, can’t quite look Austin in the face. You suppose you could have just trusted that Austin tried to create distance between you and Pete for a reason, but…hindsight is always 20/20. How could you have known, really, that all of this had happened with Pete? You were so upset last night about the lack of communication, that maybe Austin didn’t trust you.

You can’t help but wonder what would have happened if things had gone differently. If you’d been slightly more drunk or…had gone back into the bar, alone.

“I would literally lose it on him if I saw that happen to you,” Austin says and you sigh, taking a few steps to close the distance between you. Reaching out, you gently touch his arm in support. “I circled back to the bar last night after I walked about a block, made sure you weren’t there—then I saw you were at Jillian’s.”

It warms you right in the center of your chest that Austin came back to look for you. It just feels like this whole thing never should have happened in the first place.

“Why didn’t you just tell me?” You ask.

Austin lets out a scoff mixed with a short laugh as he runs his fingers through your hair, pushing it over your shoulder. Both of his palms rest on your shoulders, “Ironically to avoid an argument like this. I knew you’d be upset that I spoke for you—was just hopin’ we wouldn’t see him again.”

You wrap your arms around his waist, leaning into him until you fit directly underneath his chin. Austin keeps you close, his hands tracing circles up and down your back as his head dips down to press a kiss to your shoulder and temple.

“In this case I’m glad you did.” You mumble, closing your eyes as you breathe him in, memorize the way his body feels against yours, the scent of his cologne mixed with his skin.

“I’m sorry,” He apologizes again, whispers it against the skin of your forehead before placing a kiss there.

A small smile tugs on the corners of your lips, tilting your head up to look at him, “Me too.” Your hand rests on his chest before tugging on his t-shirt, “We can…make it up to one another by getting back into bed?”

Austin smirks before nodding, pressing a kiss to your lips. He encourages you to back up until you both end up tumbling onto the mattress.

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