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theroyalyandere · 1 year

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smutty yandere dilf! emperor? 😍😍 reader is like a servant or something jsjsjsjs

yandere!dilf!emperor x female!servant!reader smutty 18+

cw: dark content, child neglect, alcohol abuse, breeding, inappropriate touching, jealousy, torture, dub-con, mentions of pregnancy and lactation

a/n: to people who see this post, don't like? then don't read

imagine attending as a servant to the emperor who was taken by grief with the lost of his wife

you notice how he drowns himself in alcohol leaving his work to the butlers and other lords

even neglecting his only child, who you can see was sadden by the situation of losing their mother then their father to drinking

the emperor was too drunk to pay attention to you, although you are mostly the one who takes care of him because you tolerate anything that comes into your way

whether he throws a fit or vomit all over, you chose to endure it because of necessity

whenever you have time for yourself, you often find the young child of the emperor all alone, playing by the gardens or at their mother's empty room

the servants and guards attending to the child or passing by would look at the child with pity in their eyes thinking they are going to be doomed for life

having enough of seeing the sad prince/princess, you took it upon yourself to take care of them

you approached the child who was wary but eventually warmed up to you

days went by and the young prince/princess would often follow you like a duckling to it's mother

you adore the little kid and everyone can see it, the smile coming from the prince/princess was enough to make anyone's day bright

the news of his own child being fond of another person reached the ears of the emperor

he was in the middle of throwing a fit when you did not attend to him

the poor guard assigned to him had to inform him how you are currently attending to the his child which explains why you are late

he got a little sober and asked to show where you are

he soon dressed a little more decently albeit still smelling like alcohol and his appearance messy, he still went to find you

the guard lead the way until the emperor comes into a view where you are playing with the prince/princess along with a couple of servants

he watches at how loud his child's laughter are and the glow of your face

he feels his heart beat as if he has fallen in love again

you were nudge and turn to look at the emperor gracing you with his presence

you immediately stop tickling the young child and bow to him

words of apology came out of your lips profusely, stumbling over your words as you look down fearing for the worst

he only asked you to stand up and inspects you

your doe eyed stare makes his insides turn into mush

the young prince/princess turning to you pulling your hand to play again

the emperor looks down at his child who hid behind you from being unfamiliar with their very own father

he kneels down at the level of his child, it pains him how terrible he must've been for neglecting the sweet child his dead wife left behind

he apologizes for his behavior and promises to be on his best

the emperor saw how the little boy/girl would look up to you asking for approval to which you gave them a nod

the kid reluctantly agrees

he then turns to you apologizing and thanking you for taking care of the little one

since that day, it changed the way he looks at you

there's constantly a guard by your side especially when you are with the young child

the emperor keeps an eye on you at times

monitoring your routine

sending gifts and goods to your way

his obsession worsens day by day

he would slowly began to show interest with you

the emperor would drop his bad habits hoping you would see him in a different light

he does want to change but he can't the itching of his mind and hands to be on you

he quits alcohol and now you are his new addiction

he spends more time joining you and his only child

to sneakily get closer to you, learning about your interests and background

it makes him fall deeper in-love with you

his advances would become obvious to everyone, everyone except you

too focused on your duties to even noticed the emperor following you like a puppy

he grew even more jealous and would often take people secretly to torture

the next time you encounter those people, they would only scurry away than interact with you which places you in an odd position

he tunes it up even more through 'accidental' touches

he figures that he loves it when he's close to you, inhaling your scent almost delicious enough to taste you

he's hoping to get more so he permanently assigned you to him when you are not spending time with his child

his company intimidates you as you always feel his heated gaze

eyes scanning down from your head to toe, licking his lips while doing so

the emperor would often cage you in his arms or simply grabbing you by the waist

you get surprised everytime he does

when he couldn't handle it anymore he pins you in place and asks if you can't see how much he's pining for you

you shake your head no and he grins

"I will show you how much I want you to be mine."

he starts kissing you, making you whimper in the process

he makes you wrap your arms around him

kissing you so roughly almost taking your breath away

he rips your dress off making you yelp but he does not break the kiss

the emperor's hands would reach over to rub his palms over your skin

his touch leaves a trail of goosebumps and you feel heated

he breaks of the kiss and his lips travel south to suckle on your nipples

he plays with your breasts, teasing them and pinching them

he chuckles as he hears your whines

"patience, wouldn't be lovely if your lovely breasts swell with milk after I filled you with child?"

his words surprises you, making you worry but your mind is overtaken by lust

"yes please my emperor."

you say sultrily successfully seducing him with a sentence alone

he gets you and him naked

he feels how wet you are for him but decides that it isn't enough for him to let you accomodate to his size

so he scissors your walls with his fingers, rubbing and thrusting until his palms feel your clit

you whine and thrash around as you feel pleasure all over

back arching as he sings praises for how you're doing so well for him

you take the pleasure he gives you and soon comes undone with his hands

he pulls his hands out of your sore pussy, then brings his slick coated fingers to your lips

"open your mouth and suck it."

you comply and suck and lick slick of your release on his fingers

you taste your arousal making you clench your thighs which does not go unnoticed by him

he positions his body between your legs, grabbing you to feel you even closer

he looks down at you with lust

thrusting into you without warning

he groans at the tightness surrounding him almost rendering him motionless with how you squeeze his cock

he starts to thrust slow then suddenly went fast

you moan loudly as he fucks you hard

eyes rolling back to the back of your head

your brain shutting off from the stimulation you are receiving

he rams his cock into you with no mercy, overstimulating your clit in the process

he groans out that he is going to cum he rubs your clit with his thumb

fucking you even harder as you squeal

he thrusts so fast until he cums with a loud groan by your ear

you have your second orgasm with him filling your womb with his seed

he pulls out to see how his cum drips, he pushes it back with a thumb letting you moan a little softly

He cuddles you and you snuggle right back

You immediately fall asleep with exhaustion

he whispers in your ear that you are going to be his and his only

the emperor is determined to make you take the seat of the queen to raise his children and be his wife

he wants you to swell up with his kids marking you as his

for now he let's you rest and those plans with be continued for another day

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the-oblivious-writer · 4 months

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Poison Ivy & Daisies

Clarisse La Rue x Demi-god!Reader

One-shot

Summary: Clarisse La Rue has been on your mind since the day you saw her, but because of your nervousness and her stand-offish attitude, you could never build up the courage to actually talk to her. At least, that was until you tripped on a rock

Warning(s): Swearing, mentions of r being clumsy, no pronouns used, & nervous/awkward!r

Notes: This is my first work for Clarisse. I'm still getting used to writing for her character, lemme know what you think

From the moment you stepped into camp, your mind has been plagued with thoughts of Clarisse La Rue—literally. The first time you saw her you thought you were looking at a princess. The person who was showing you around immediately warned you as soon as they noticed your longing stares.

You were then informed about Clairsse’s more… violent ways. You could care less. All you knew was that she was the most beautiful woman you have ever laid your eyes upon—but of course, you didn’t get the courage to talk to her until two months after you got to camp.

She was definitely stand-offish, that was evident. It wasn’t until you accidentally bumped into her that you finally spoke to her.

You were walking, not paying attention, when you suddenly tripped on a rock. You yelped as you tripped, but instead of meeting the ground like you expected, you bumped into someone. This person stumbled back a step before glaring at you, a glare so deadly you could feel it.

Your heart nearly leaped out of your chest when you caught sight of the person. Clarisse fucking La Rue. Just your luck. You gulped as you looked back at her. You opened your mouth to say something, but the sound failed to come out.

“Watch where you’re going,” the Ares kid seethed with her fists balled up.

“R–right. Sorry, I didn’t see you,” you nervously apologized.

“Don’t let it happen again, or else,” she threatened before walking off. You were too busy wiping dirt off of your shirt to see Clarisse looking back at you one more time as she walked away.

The incident continuously haunted you. You finally get a chance to talk to your crush, and that is how it happens?

The next time you saw her face to face was the following week. You were practicing your sword fighting when suddenly somebody approached the dummy near yours. You didn’t think much of it as you continued to focus on your swinging and slashing.

“That’s my dummy,” you heard from beside you. You look over to see it was Clarisse who you heard. Any bit of confidence you had before instantly vanished.

“Your dummy?”

“Did I stutter?”

“Um, no—no you didn’t. I just—I just didn’t know.”

“And your slashing is pathetic,” Clarisse added before pushing you to the side. “You’re supposed to cross then stab. Not the other way around.” She rolled her eyes before demonstrating for you. After she showed you, she looked over to you again. “Are you just going to stand there? Repeat what I did.”

You weren’t sure how, but from that point on you started going to daily practices with Clarisse. You’re still a little confused on the specifics. One moment, she seems repulsed by you, but the next, she was training you. She never outwardly said it, but daily training with Clarisse automatically became apart of both her and your routines. You weren’t complaining.

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Months and months of training led to this moment; capture the flag. You were surprised when Clarisse told you she wanted you on her team, usually people wanted the opposite. It didn’t take much convincing to get Annabeth on board. You couldn’t blame her; it’s not that you were bad at fighting, you just had the tendency to be clumsy at the worst times.

Your job was simple—stick by Clarisse’s side. You missed the looks Clarisse’s half-siblings gave her when she revealed this part of the plan, and the glare she sent their way.

You and Clarisse were crouched behind a tree, waiting for the right moment to act. While Clarisse’s eyes were busy surveilling the area, you were too busy admiring her in her armor. How could you not? It wasn’t until you felt something hit your chest armor, that you were pulled out of your trance.

You looked down, startled, and saw that it was Clarisse who hit your chest armor. “Stay focused.” She said as she continued to look around.

“Right. Focused.” You cleared your throat, eyes following to where the other girl was staring. “You look really nice by the way. The armor suits you,” you complimented. You had no idea where the spur of confidence came from. All you knew was that Clarisse was gorgeous, and you hoped she knew it too.

The compliment caught her off guard. She had no idea as to why you said what you did, frankly it confused her. But before she could utter a word, she saw her teammates signal to her. Guess her response would have to wait.

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After the incident—that being Percy breaking Clarisse’s spear, and then him being claimed by one of the big three—everybody made sure to steer clear of Clarisse. The scream she let out was a reminder of why. It has been awhile since anybody has seen her that enraged. The only person to not follow this unspoken rule was you. You knew enough to know how important that spear is to her, so you could imagine how infuriated, and upset she was to see it rip in half.

You went to knock on her cabin’s door, but pulled your hand away when you noticed it was already open. You lightly pushed it open more before walking inside. Everybody else was gone, and it seemed like Clarisse was too until you caught sight of her sitting on the edge of her bed with both halves of her spear on her lap. She didn’t need to look up to see that it was you who walked in.

“What are you doing here?” She inquired, not looking up from her broken spear.

“I just wanted to check on you,” you responded in a painfully soft tone.

“I’m fine.” Her tone was dry and monotone. You carefully got closer before sitting down beside her, and to your dismay, she didn’t tell you to go away. You watched as her thumb brushed against her spear’s handle.

“Do you wanna talk about–”

“I don’t need your pity, nor your comfort,” Clarisse interrupted.

“Right, sorry,” you responded as you nodded your head. You suddenly remembered what was in your back pocket. “Oh, I uh,” you pulled out a daisy from your back pocket. “I saw it and I just thought of you,” you shrugged as you held it for her to see.

“A daisy.” The flower's stem was a slightly bent, the pedals were a mess, yet it was still beautiful.

“Yeah—if it’s stupid I could just–”

“No!” Clarisse said louder than intended. She cleared her throat, “It’s fine, I mean.” Butterflies erupted in her stomach as she watched a smile graze your face.

“Here,” your smile never faltered as you handed it to her. As she went to take it from your hand, her hand touched yours. The action caused heat to rush to the other's face.

“Thank you.” She averted her gaze, looking down at the daisy you handed her. “It’s… nice, I guess,” she uttered as she continued to study the flower.

“You welcome,” you replied as you looked at her admirably. “Sorry if it’s a bit messed up. It’s been in my back pocket for, like, a day.”

“It’s perfect.” Her words catch you off guard, a warm familiar feeling rushes through you—the same feeling you get when you think of the woman.

“Perfect flower for a perfect girl,” you said with such fondness in your voice. Now it was your turn to catch Clarisse off guard with your words. She pulls her eyes away from the daisy to look at you. Nobody has ever called her perfect before, and she knew you meant it.

Her eyes flickered down to your lips, an action that doesn’t go unnoticed by you. It was just then that you realized how close your face was to hers. You both subconsciously begin to slowly lean in; “Can I kiss you?” You murmured. Instead of giving you a verbal response, her hand reaches up to softly cup your face before she leans in further. Her lips touches yours, sending electricity down your spine. Her lips were soft and welcoming as you kissed her back.

But before the kiss could go any further, the cabin doors abruptly opened. Your lips tear away from hers as you both look over to see who was at the door. Of course, the person who happened to catch you and Clarisse kissing was an Aphrodite kid. You looked away with flushed cheeks while Clarisse tried as hard as she could to hide her embarrassed expression.

“What do you want?” She asked impatiently, her arms crossed.

With a smirk, the other camper responded. “I need Y/N’s help with something.”

“Coming,” you managed to say. You got up to follow the camper, but not before looking back at Clarisse with a lovestruck expression. Clarisse could feel her heartbeat pick up as you made eye contact. When you left, she let out a sigh as she brushed back her hair.

No doubt this would be the talk of the camp by dinner. But for once, Clarisse didn’t mind.

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A/N: Dior is actually so painfully gorgeous omg

#clarisse la rue x reader #clarisse larue x reader #clarisse la rue x y/n #clarisse la rue #dior goodjohn #pjo #percy jackson #pjo fanfic #pjo x reader #heros of olympus

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solarmorrigan · 5 months

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Hi! Could you possibly do 'You don't have to stay.' With Steddie from the angst writing prompt, please? Thank you in advance 😊

Hi! My apologies again for taking two weeks to get to this, but thank you for sending it! This one was fun to write :D

[No warnings; happier ending this time, I promise]

Angsty-ish Prompt List

Eddie feels like an idiot.

He just – he got so wrapped up in everything. In the way Steve has been keeping him company every evening, in the way they have dinner together and play cards together and watch movies together and fucking fall asleep together (Eddie and Wayne’s new place is bigger than their old one, but it’s not like the government sprung for a house with a goddamn guest room or anything). He just forgot that Steve isn’t really meant to be part of his life.

No, Eddie just has Steve on loan.

He is abruptly reminded of this fact one afternoon when he hits Family Video with the intent to pester Steve (and maybe even rent a movie) and instead stumbles right into the tail end of a conversation.

Maryellen Someone-or-Other from the year below Eddie (he’s never really seen the point in remembering names unless they’re a friend or a foe; he figures his brainspace has better uses than the names of people who don’t give a shit about him one way or the other) is leaning over the counter, making eyes at Steve. She’s practically batting her eyelashes and resting her weight in a way that puts the low-scooped neckline of her shirt prominently on display.

“Are you sure?” Maryellen is asking, bottom lip pouting out in a way that is, in Eddie’s opinion, far too obvious.

“Afraid so,” Steve replies with one of his softer smiles, like he might actually be sorry. “I already have plans tonight.”

And – plans? What plans? Eddie thought Steve would be coming over to his house tonight, like pretty much every night.

But then Steve’s eyes flick up from Maryellen and catch Eddie standing stupidly in front of the doors, and his smile widens a little, becomes something happier, sillier, and – oh. Eddie’s house is the plan. Right.

“Well,” Maryellen sighs, high and put-upon, pulling Steve’s attention back to her, “maybe next time.”

“Uh, yeah.” Steve nods. “Yeah, maybe.”

Maryellen glances Steve up and down one more time—and, seriously, obvious much?—before she straightens up and sashays past Eddie and out of the store. She doesn’t even seem to have a video with her. Had she come in just to ask Steve out?

And Steve had turned her down?

It’s not like Eddie is interested in what she’s selling, but he has eyes – Maryellen Whatserface isn’t the sort of date you just turn down. Not when she’s flirting and flashing her cleavage at you over the counter of your workplace. And she especially isn’t the type of date Steve Harrington turns down, certainly not to spend an evening sitting around in Eddie’s room doing a whole lot of nothing.

Of course, that’s not how Eddie sees it – not really. They’re not doing nothing if they’re talking, if they’re sharing stories or thoughts or even just dumb jokes. Not if they’re sitting quietly together because sometimes you can only be that type of quiet with someone who gets you. Not if Eddie is strumming random notes on his guitar and Steve is humming along, almost absently, like he doesn’t even notice he’s doing it.

It isn’t nothing to Eddie, but to Steve – well, now that Eddie thinks about it, Steve is probably just putting his life on hold so he can be a good friend to Eddie in the aftermath of all the Upside Down fuckery.

Which is very kind of him, obviously (which is apparently just the sort of person Steve actually is; sure, he complains a whole hell of a lot, but Eddie doubts if there’s a single damn thing Steve won’t do if he thinks he can help someone really in trouble), but Eddie doesn’t need him to do that. He doesn’t need any kind of pity friendship. He doesn’t need Steve to put all his shit on hold just to take care of him, only to end up resenting him because he can’t go anywhere or do anything because he’s too busy being the goddamn babysitter.

Eddie doesn’t need that.

“Hey.” Steve is the one leaning the counter now (and he doesn’t exactly have Maryellen’s assets, but damn if the position doesn’t make his shirt stretch appealingly over his chest, anyway) and making eyes at Eddie, except they’re sort of confused-and-concerned eyes, which makes sense, since Eddie still hasn’t moved out of the damn doorway. “You okay?”

“Just fine,” Eddie says, snapping back into motion. “I’m here to pick a movie for tonight.”

“Y’know, I work at the video store,” Steve says, arching one heavy brow. “I’m here right now, even. You could just let me pick something to bring home.”

Eddie almost twitches at the casual slip of the tongue – home. Like Steve doesn’t have other places to be, a better house to actually go home to.

“I could,” Eddie drawls, “but I have it on good authority—my own, in fact—that your taste in films is not to be trusted.”

Steve rolls his eyes. “Just because you can’t appreciate Sly or a good underdog story–”

“Two hours of dudes punching each other, Steve.”

“That’s not all the movie was, and you know it!”

“Two hours!”

And just like that, they fall into their usual banter, but somewhere in the back of his mind, Eddie can’t quite let go of what he’s been reminded of.

It follows him back home (to his home) with the movie in his hand (a decidedly non-sports-related movie) and dogs his thoughts and winds him up, and by the time Steve has gotten off work and is leaving his shoes politely by the door, Eddie is – well, he’s a little on edge.

A bit twitchy.

Maybe more than a bit.

Maybe he might be watching Steve, looking for signs that he doesn’t want to be there, that he has better places to be, that Steve regrets turning down Maryellen (if that even was her name? Now that Eddie thinks about it, it might have been Marie. Hard to say).

Maybe he watches Steve carefully as they make dinner, and as they eat, and as Steve heckles his movie choice just for the hell of it, and maybe he jumps on it a little too hard when, as the evening gets later, Steve glances at the clock and sighs.

“You know, you don’t have to stay,” Eddie says, shooting for perfectly casual.

Steve, who had been partway through rubbing tiredly at his eyes (probably about time to get those contacts out; he always forgets, and Eddie is always reminding him), pauses and pulls his hand away from his face to look blearily at Eddie. “What?”

“Just, if you have other places to be, y’know?” Eddie shrugs. “You don’t have to stay.”

Steve blinks. “What other places would I be right now?”

Eddie shrugs. He’s very casual about this and not worked up at all, as evidenced by all the easy shrugging he’s doing. “Oh, I don’t know. With Maryellen, maybe? She seemed pretty interested in taking you out tonight.”

A confused sort of look is working its way onto Steve’s face, like he has no idea what the hell Eddie is talking about, like he hadn’t just turned down a date earlier today. “Do you mean Madeline?” Shit, right, that was it. “Why would I want to be with her? Dude, what the hell are you even talking about?”

“I don’t know, Steve!” Eddie snaps, tossing his arms up in hopes that it’ll get some of his nervous energy out. “I just know that you’ve been here babysitting me almost every night for weeks–”

“I’m not babysitting, what are you–”

“And I figure that maybe there’s other shit you’d rather be doing! Places to be, things to do, people to fuck, whatever.”

And– Oops.

Eddie hadn’t quite meant to let all that out. And now Steve looks offended.

“What the hell is your problem tonight?” Steve asks, sitting up from where he’d been slouching on Eddie’s bed. “Did I do something to make you think I don’t wanna be here, or what?”

“I – well – do you want to be here?” Eddie splutters. “You’re a popular guy, and you’re turning down dates to sit around in my room all night? Doesn’t check out, man!”

Unnervingly, Steve doesn’t immediately snap back. He just stares at Eddie for a long moment.

“So, what? You think I’d rather be at some high school party? Drunk off my ass? Making out with some girl who doesn’t know me or give a shit about me?” Steve finally asks, voice low and heavy. “What the hell have I done since you’ve actually gotten to know me that made you think I still want all that shit?”

Eddie opens his mouth, but nothing comes out. He doesn’t exactly have a specific defense.

Steve scoffs. “Did you ever think that I just want to spend time with you? That I like being here, that I like you? But fine, whatever.” He slides off the bed and stands up. “You want me to fuck off so badly, I’ll go.”

And with that, he stalks out of Eddie’s room.

Eddie is so busy reeling with the “I like you” of it all that it isn’t until he hears Steve shuffling with his shoes by the door that he manages to snap into action.

“Steve!” he calls down the hall, running full tilt for the entryway, because he doesn’t know much, but he knows he needs to stop Steve before he leaves, before some kind of irreparable damage is done.

Steve doesn’t pause, reaching for the door and pulling it open, and what Eddie means to do is step past him, put a hand on the door, keep Steve there just a little longer so they can talk.

What actually happens is that Eddie’s momentum carries him flying right past Steve, into the door, yanking the knob from Steve’s hand and slamming the whole thing shut.

“Eddie, what the fuck!” Steve exclaims, (rightfully) startled.

“I don’t actually want you to fuck off, okay?” Eddie insists, because he is a god of eloquence when under unexpected pressure. “I want… I really want the opposite of that, actually.”

Steve shoots him a disbelieving look. “So you were being a dick because you want me to stay,” he says flatly.

“Nooot exactly,” Eddie draws the words out, reaching up and twisting his fingers in his hair while he tries to think. “I was being a dick because I want you to stay but I was afraid you wouldn’t want to.”

Steve continues to stare at him. “Eddie, that makes no goddamn sense.”

“I didn’t say it did! I think we know each other well enough for you to know by now that I am barely in charge of my brain, Steve!” Eddie huffs. “I just – I don’t get why you would want to hang around here when you probably have better options.”

“No, see, that’s the part that doesn’t make sense,” Steve says, his voice going a little softer. “You thinking I wouldn’t want to stay, or that there’s anywhere better for me to be. I don’t want to be anywhere else, or with anyone else. I just… want to be here with you.”

“You…” Eddie looks over at Steve, really looks, and catches the anxiety sitting in his expression, and the hopeful spark in his wide eyes, and realizes that he’s absolutely had the wrong end of the stick. “Oh.”

“Yeah,” Steve says with a shrug that’s just about as casual as Eddie has been all night.

“Well then.” Eddie reaches up and slides the deadbolt back into place before giving the door a little pat; its services will no longer be required. Then, before he can think better of it, he reaches out and takes Steve’s hand, threading their fingers together and giving him a little tug back towards the hall. “Come on.”

“And where are you taking me, exactly?” Steve asks, amused and something a bit like relieved.

Eddie continues pulling him down the hall, heading for his room, and tosses a grin over his shoulder. “I am taking you exactly to where we both want to be.”

And if the way Steve crowds him over the threshold and into his bedroom is to be trusted, they are perfectly on the same page.

#steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things #eddiesteve #eddie is a disaster and we love him for it and so does steve it's fine #solar wrote #answers from solar #anonymous

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scuderiasundays · 10 months

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by your side

summary: pinterest boards, rehearsal dinners, and late night professions of love written from carlos’ pov 🪭 a continuation of the smoothest operation + a little insta au at the end!

words: 867

a/n: i hated making you wait so i tried my very best to fit in your req, anon! my sincere apologies if it’s not what you’d hoped for. tagging @vamossainz55, @sainzcaleruega, @monzabee and @diorleclerc just because. let me know if i should turn this into a series! feedback is much appreciated as always. hugs and kisses 🫶🏼

July 2022

You hated it when reporters asked who wore the pants in your relationship, the outdated implication that one partner should have the upper hand over the other. The simple truth was that you two struck the perfect balance. She remained levelheaded at times when you’d go into what you playfully coined "full Latino mode." She had a tendency to overthink, and you’d sat by her side on countless nights, hand in hand, whispering, "Everything will fall into place, mi querida. You’ll see." She was all of the best feelings in the world in human form: clean sheets on a freshly made bed, the first bite into a decadent burger, champagne showers after a sensational drive.

The sun cast a gentle, orange glow on her face as you rubbed your eyes, stepping into the living room. She had fallen asleep on your off-white couch, still in her scrubs after a long night shift. Her laptop lay open on the marble coffee table, a Pinterest board of wedding paraphernalia on full display. The ever-growing F1 calendar had kept you on the go, leaving your fiancée to check off the majority of your pre-wedding to-do list by herself. You couldn’t put your finger on just why you were tearing up, a surge of emotions taking over as you scrolled through the photos. You reached the bottom of the page when you stumbled upon a Polaroid of her in a white dress.

Months ago, you’d overheard her and Ana talk about fabrics as they baked banana bread. "Chiffon? No. Lace? No. Ay, tulle!" You exclaimed, so caught up you hadn’t even noticed her stirring awake. You quietly closed her laptop shut.

"Is this for your next racing suit? I’d say lace is a bit scandalous but, hey, give the people what they want," she giggled as she slowly got up. The espresso machine, a Christmas gift from her, hummed to life. She was making you an espresso out of habit, strong just the way you preferred. You breathed a sigh of relief; grateful her mind had been hazy enough to brush off that you’d been listing off wedding dress fabrics mere minutes ago.

"What did I do to deserve you?" You wrapped your hands around her waist and kissed the nape of her neck. A year from now, she’d be walking down the aisle in that very dress. A year from now, she would be yours for all eternity.

July 2023

The season had been far from kind to you and your teammate Charles. Thankfully, Y/N had taken some time off work leading up to the wedding, providing some much-needed relief from the relentless cycle of "flight, race, simulator, repeat." The pressure and pent-up frustration could have easily consumed you by now if it weren’t for the thought of her eagerly waiting at each checkered flag. Regardless of whether you ended the race with 25 points or none, she was the only person you wanted to see.

You had never been one to voluntarily go on record about the love you two shared. It felt too sacrosanct, too precious. It, nonetheless, was no surprise when press from worldwide gathered in Avila, eager to catch a glimpse of you and Y/N’s big day. Both your sisters had gotten married in this town and, if there was one thing about the Sainz family, it was that they were big on tradition.

This is why you weren’t all too surprised when your parents revealed that you and Y/N would be spending your wedding eve apart. The rehearsal dinner had gone relatively smoothly, despite a few hiccups along the way. Rupert’s daughter Harlow Reyes had refused to hand over the rings, claiming them as her own. Lando attempted to deliver a heartfelt speech but ended up cry laughing in the way only he would, leaving him unable to finish. Yet, in the end, you were just happy to have everyone you loved under one roof.

"Care to join me?" Y/N motioned toward the vineyard, an effortless smile adorning her face. The night had fallen, but the gentle glow of fairy lights illuminated her silhouette.

"By this time tomorrow, we’ll be husband and wife," she remarked. He could see the glint in her eye as she breathed in the thick summer air. She was a sight to behold in her white vest and tailored pants. In that moment, you thought to yourself, "I’m the luckiest man alive," as you made your way towards her.

You wanted to thank her for everything. For answering the phone at 3 AM when jet lag and stress left you gasping for air on a bathroom floor oceans away. For being the beautiful face you could steal glances at as you sat behind the wheel during spontaneous road trips. For making you feel like you were worthy of being loved. For being your constant.

Instead, you simply said, "Every day, starting tomorrow, will be the best day of my life because I get to spend it by your side. You have all my heart, Y/N. Every single piece." You proceeded to squeeze her hand three times, your secret signal for "I love you" because, boy, did you mean it.

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moonrisecoeur · 6 months

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soothing - leon kennedy

a/n: (PLEASE READ) hey! this is moon! this post would not show up in the tags with the long and detailed warning i put on it, so i made that a separate post. please read this post first before you even look at this one (that post will have the normal info like what content is it and word count along with more notes).

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leon knows you’re… obsessive. he’s noticed your harsh glares and you possessively holding his waist when you’re both out together. he doesn’t miss the way you talk to other people, especially other people you know would theoretically be leon’s type. he assures you that he’s yours, he belongs to you, that no one will never get to have him the way you do, but it doesn’t make those feelings go away for you; it only mellows them for a short while.

he can’t say he planned for his partner to be so insanely obsessed with him, but it does make him feel better sometimes. especially when he’s having really rough days. when he feels worthless, like the only purpose of his existence is to be a weapon for the government to apathetically throw at problems, you’re there. you remind him, in your own twisted little way, that he’s valuable to someone. even if it’s in a “i need you like i need oxygen so no one else can ever have you and no one else deserves to lay a finger on you i will cut their hands off if they try” kinda way.

the world is fucked up anyway, who’s to say he gets to judge moral character? you make him feel desired and wanted, so what if you’re not a good person?

he’s rather introverted anyway, so it’s not like he’s going out every night and meeting new people. combine that with low self esteem and trauma from, well, being leon, he’s drained and can’t be bothered to care if you’re a little too obsessed.

hell, his last ‘relationship’, if you could call it that, was with a girl who tricked and betrayed him time after time and yet he loved her despite it all. maybe he has a type for the bad ones.

he loves you now. he knows he loves you. he knew he loved you when you once risked everything to save him, and he knew you loved him when you got very brutal revenge on his behalf. he kinda likes your violent side when it works in his favor.

but he still tries to keep you from doing the worst that he knows you’re capable of. he knows if he said more than a few words, or god forbid smiled at any of his friends who you thought ‘wanted him’ (because why does literally everyone want to fuck him?) you’d lose it. he tries to keep your temper contained, so he plays nice, though it’s worth it to him.

to have someone want him so badly that they’d kill for him and do anything to keep him… the idea makes leon’s knees weak. he’d do anything to feel wanted and needed for you. the more you claim him as yours, marking your territory, the more butterflies he feels in his stomach.

you tell someone, “he’s mine, so either back off or i swear that i will fucking rip out your teeth one by one.” he watches them run away pitifully, before turning his attention back to you. you’re smiling at him, and bring your hand up to play with his hair.

“sorry you had to see that, know you don’t like it,” you say softly.

he brushes it off, because he always does. he knows you mean well (even if you don’t). he knows you only threaten others or act violently because you love him and he needs that love. besides, you’re so thoughtful for apologizing because you know he doesn’t like seeing this side of you (which is not entirely true but he did feel bad for that person).

one day, you stumble upon him in your shared room while he’s crying. he tells you it’s okay, it happens, he’s learned how to get through it by himself. you shake your head, noting that this obviously isn’t okay. you sit next to him on the bed, wrapping your arms around him, and you two sit like that for just a moment.

“you’re okay,” your voice stills the air, brings him back to reality, “you’re not in danger, and i’m gonna be here to protect you, okay? i’m here because i care about you, so let me care for you, baby.”

he nods with tears in his eyes, resting his head on your shoulder. he’s forgotten what it feels like for someone to really care, to hold him and tell him he was going to be alright.

after a moment, he’s able to get his breathing under control.

“thank you…” he whispers.

“of course, baby, i’m here for you. i’m always gonna be here for you, i care about you so, so much, leon. no one else will ever care for you the way i do, as much as i do,” you murmur, and he doesn’t seem to notice something glaringly wrong with what you just said.

he doesn’t notice the thoughts swirling around in your head, adoring how fragile he is right now, wanting him to always be like this so he’s always this vulnerable, this dependent on you. he can’t notice any of it. he just lets you hold him, and holds you back in return.

you hold each other until he starts to pull away first, rubbing his teary eyes with the back of his hand, “god, i- i’m sorry. jeez, nothing even set it off. one minute i- i was fine! and the next…” he trails off, and you tell him he’s okay. he’s allowed to be vulnerable and emotional with you. you like him like this anyway. or maybe you just like the way his blue eyes shine when he cries.

and you’re wayyy too overpowering just as a person for him to ever be in charge, especially in bed. sometimes it’ll be soft, just two lovers touching and fondling each other, gasping and moaning and kissing wherever possible. but sometimes your possessive side comes out. it happens the most when he does something you don’t like, i.e. ‘flirting’ with someone else (he was just talking and joking around).

he does like your possessive side though. he likes being pinned down, and if you think you’re not strong enough, trust me, you can put yourself in the right position to make it so he can’t get out from under you. or you could just handcuff him or tie him up, that always works, but there is just something about being physically held down and kissed until his brain shuts off that makes him into a perfect fucktoy.

he likes when you pull out a marker and write stuff like ‘mine <3’ or ‘property of y/n’ on him. especially if it’s with a permanent marker and in a place that people can easily see, on his wrist or neck. he feels claimed, owned, a sense of being property belonging to someone else, not himself.

despite loving your darkness, leon appreciates that you’re rather… soft on him. you take it slow so he has time to adjust, make his heart jump with love and affection every single time you praise him (which you do often bc how could you not? it’s leon, c’mon now) he knows you have it in you to be harder, to fully degrade and humiliate him if you really wanted to. you choose not to.

one day you come home, covered in what he can assume is not your blood. his stomach drops at the thought of what you did, and he goes through every possible interaction he had that day that could have made you do something so drastic, so terrible and cruel. he comes up with nothing.

“what… happened?” he asks, nervously. he tries to keep distance between his body and yours, but you’re closing in on him.

“killed two birds with one stone… literally…” you smirked as he takes a cautious step back, feeling what used to be butterflies in his stomach turn to this heavy sense of dread, “that girl that told you your eyes were ‘so pretty’ and… that guy that touched your arm like he wanted to fucking bite it. don’t worry, sweetheart. i took care of them.”

were you expecting him to thank you? for… committing murder? he’s… at best he’s disappointed and at worst he’s literally horrified.

and it’s terribly timed, but on a separate note? you look insanely hot covered in blood. maybe the feeling in his stomach is only half fear and half something else, or maybe one of his kinks is being afraid for his life. who knows?

you come closer to him, and he can’t find it in himself to ask you to stop approaching him, closing in on him like a predator does it’s prey, “baby,” you murmur to him, softly like you do when you’re soothing him when he’s crying, your hands both coming up to cup his face, getting blood all over his cheeks. your thumb brushes against his bottom lip and he swears you’re intentionally smearing blood on it, “it’s okay,” you say.

it’s not okay, dude. you just killed two people.

maybe you’ve killed more that leon doesn’t know about, and tonight was the night you felt like having him see you like this. you could have gotten away with it if you wanted to, and he would never have known, but you chose to let him find you like this, clothes ruined from how much blood splattered on them, that sadistic ass smile on your face.

you wanted this. you wanted him to see you like this. you wanted to take him like this.

you lean in, pressing a bloody kiss to his forehead (imagine whatever kinda scenario necessary that fits this height wise for u i’m sorry >.<) before leaning in to kiss his lips, both tasting the iron and feeling the wetness of the blood dripping down your chins as he touches you back gently, his hands caressing your arms as you hold him and landing softly on your hips, like he’s saying it’s okay, i accept you for the monster you are.

he knows it’s wrong, he knows he’s a good person and you’re not and there’s a clear line that you’ve brazenly crossed, but he can’t help the butterflies he gets when you’re the darkest, cruelest version of you. covered in blood and all, you want him. despite all his flaws, you want him. he can’t deny you, not when you’ve only ever soothed him when he has traumatized breakdowns and assured him that he’s more than just a weapon or a tool, that he’s loved and needed and wanted.

you press one of your legs between his thighs, forcing his legs open and he lets you, whining as you continue to kiss him, and your hand palms him over his jeans. he feels weak, cornered, and you know you’ve got him right where you want him when you lean to whisper in his ear, “mine.” and he whimpers pathetically, nodding fast as you kiss his neck just a couple times, gently and bloodily.

despite everything, you’re just so endlessly gentle with him that he can’t help but let you get away with this. maybe if he could just get the image of their faces out of his head, he could get over it. once you’ve made him cum three times in a row, his body on the brink of giving out on him, safe to say that’s when he finally forgets. he can’t really think much of anything.

“oh, sweet little thing, don’t you understand? i had to get rid of her, she wanted to get in the way of our love,” you say. and he’d just nod dazedly.

“o-okay,” he mumbles. his brain is foggy and your touch makes it hard to think, but if you say it’s true, then he’s inclined to believe you. clearly, you were doing the right thing by getting rid of her. obviously.

“and that poor boy, it’s too bad that he was a whore, wanted to grope your muscles so fucking bad, hm?” you smirk, “did you like it when he did that? when he touched you?”

“n-no, i-i only like when you do stuff like that to me,” he says he exactly what you want to hear, grasping onto you for support, knowing without you he’d fall apart, “please, i don’t care what you do or… or who you hurt because you love me! just please love me!”

“of course i’ll love you,” your tone softens, you take the victory with a smirk turned soft smile, brushing his hair out of his eyes behind his ear, “you’re so pretty when you’re obedient.”

conditional praise; truly the best way to manipulate him for example: “you’re such a good boy when you only look at me.” that’s his kryptonite, because leon thrives off of praise. being told he’s a good boy makes him giddy on the inside, even if he tries to control his reaction. praise is how you control him.

and after you’re done with him, you put your clothes in the washing machine, take a shower, and walk out like your normal self. he makes you both dinner and you cuddle him to sleep just like usual. though while you’re fast asleep, he lays awake, thinking about what just happened.

he’s always known this could happen, and maybe this isn’t even the first time you’ve killed someone because of him. he’s known for a while now that you’ve become cruel and violent when it came to his relationships with other people, but he can’t shake the feeling of fear deep inside his soul when he physically saw what you’re capable of.

even in your sleep, you touch is soothing to him, and he remembers that he doesn’t really have any better options. he’s convinced no one will ever love him as strongly as you do (not just because you’ve told him that but because again, he’s got low self esteem and you’re way nicer to him than he feels like he deserves).

does he just let you be? no, that wouldn’t sit right on his conscious. does he continue to try and curb your violent tendencies against his better judgement and morals?

or does he try to leave you? he thinks he knows you wouldn’t ever truly hurt him, and he wonders whether or not you’d let him leave if he tried. (he’s not going to, but he wonders...) he just… doesn’t see what else he would do. find someone else? they won’t love him like you do. be single? sure, and be miserable every day because all he can think about is your love, your touch, you.

“what do i do with you…” he mumbles to your sleeping form, resting his head against your chest, feeling the slow heartbeat pumping inside. he likes how it shows your humanity, your normalcy. the one thing about you that doesn’t feel so far away from him.

leon loves you. truly. he doesn’t want that fact to be overshadowed by how disproportionately and insanely you love him. he loves you, still cares about you, still wants to see you happy. you make him happy, in some ways, even if you really terrify him in others. you comfort him and soothe him, you assure him that he’s safe with he wakes up with nightmares from the horrors he’s seen.

he wants to care for you, wants to be the one to hold you when you’re sad and you’re having a bad day. somewhere deep inside his heart, he wants to protect you and keep you safe. even if he knows that’s absurd (because you’re a killer… god he can’t get over that..) he can’t help that his nature is to care for people. maybe that’s what drove you to such insanity in your love for him: in his heart, he never stopped caring about other people. he is the same selfless hero he always was. his softness and care for everyone around him is what made you fall for him… and what made you insane when it comes to your love for him.

despite how terrible you are, he remembers all that you’ve done for him, the moments where your softness and gentleness really showed. he loves that side of you the most. that’s the one he fell for, after all. but he’d be amiss to think that’s the only side of you, or to not acknowledge the other. your cruelty towards people other than him is a side of you just like your kindness towards him is a side of you. they coexist whether he likes it or not.

he comes to the conclusion that there is no sweet you without cruel you, and he must learn to love both or to love neither. he decides he’ll love both, but still maybe try to keep the evilness contained. maybe he can try to talk you out of killing more people.

and when he begs so pretty for you to focus on him and not on the girl trying to flirt with him at the coffee shop, how could you refuse him? if you pulling him away to suck dark, tender hickeys into his neck is the alternative to you killing that poor girl, then he’d say that’s a win-win.

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luna0713hunter · 6 months

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Can you do an established relationship Zoro or Sanji x autistic reader? If you don't want to thats totally fine, I just don't know if there's any out there and I NEED one so bad.

Author's note : hello darling!!so about this request,i must say i had to ggl up everything so i really apologize in advance if this doesnt turn out the way you wanted it to be!and also,its gonna be Zoro x reader cause i dont write for Sanji. Hope you enjoy it!!

Where the light goes

Zoro Roronoa x autistic!reader

Summary : having autism was never easy. Ever since you were small, you've been struggling with this disorder. But growing up,you learn from the man you love that its not something to be ashamed of

Warnings : none i think,reader has autism,gender neutral,hurt/comfort, insecurities,panic attacks and such,mention of eating habits,fluff and happy ending

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The streets were awfully busy today.

As you walk alongside your crewmates,you hug your bag close to your chest and try to make yourself impossibly small.

There were so many people. Too many loud voices. Everything was too much

And when someone bumps his shoulder to yours for the third time that day,you swallow down the lump in your throat;this was exactly why you always chose to stay back in the ship , where there would be no loud voices or people around. So when Luffy suggested that all of the crew go out for lunch and give Sanji some well-deserved break,you had no choice but to comply.

And gods above,how much you regretted that decision.

Ever since you were small,you had trouble with crowded places; being diagnosed with autism when you were only 4 years old,had turned your world upside down. Playing with other kids,being called weird and other humiliating names,and not being able to walk the streets in daylight without breaking down into a full panic attack,were only a few problems you'd to deal with daily.

Your life felt short, cramped and suffocating. The way your parents would fuss over you when you did the smallest things had you crazy. So when one faithful night,you stumbled upon the StrawHats, you gave yourself a chance to live. The best decision of your whole life, specially since joining them,you immediately fell head over heels for your crewmate.

"hey,you alright?"

The same man who always seemed to know exactly how you felt.

You swallow around the lump in your throat and nod.

"y-yeah. Thank you."

Zoro stares at you in the way that you know he doesnt believe you. You try to give him a wobbly smile but it only makes his lips pull down into a frown.

He leans down,and talks in a hushed voice so its only you who hear him.

"wanna ditch lunch?we can go back to the ship."

You glance nervously at your loud crewmates and look back at your green hair crush.

"are you sure?"

"i wasn't a fan of the whole idea of 'eating out' anyways," he says with a shrug and folds his arms against his chest, "I'll gladly ditch it to go back."

You give him another smile,brighter this time and giggle.

"you just want to go back so you can drink."

"your point being?"

And when Zoro informs everyone that the two of you will head back to the ship,they oddly enough let you go.

Once you step inside the ship and the quiet hits you,you let out a sigh of relief;you were finally home and away from the busy street.

You sit yourself against the back of the ship,where Nami's tangerine trees give you some peace of mind. the feeling is so relaxing,that you dont even notice that Zoro has arrived to where you're sitting. He clears his throat and knocks on the wooden wall to get your attention;to which you sluggishly turn your head to. He raises his brow at you and jerks his head toward the front of the ship.

"you're not hungry?"

You shake your head;your eyelids oddly heavy.

"no,not really."

"your eating habits acting up again?"

"maybe," you smile bitterly,and start to chew on your nail, "today was...a bit too much.to be honest, I'm kinda sleepy ."

To that, Zoro nods and after that,doesnt say anything. He just...stands there,and stares so intently that has you chewing on your nails harder.

Was he disgusted?was there anything wrong?did you offend him in any way??

You could've never read people's emotions,and the emotionally constipated Zoro?

It was an impossibly task.

Just when your thoughts were getting out of hands,a heavy weight suddenly drops on your lap.

The action has you jumping a bit and you let out a surprised squeak.

"Z-Zoro?what are you doing?"

"what does it look like?" He grumbles and opens one eye to stare up at you, "I'm taking a nap."

Your eyes soften at his answer,and tentatively,your fingers start to comb through his soft locks.

And when he lets out a satisfied groan at your action,you swear you'd died and went to heaven.

"aren't you hungry?"

"no. Just sleepy."

You smile and nod your head understandingly.

"then sleep."

Zoro slowly shifts,until his face is buried in your stomach and you can feel his hot breath through your thin shirt when he speaks next.

"tell me next time,when you're not feeling well."

Your heart warms,and you lower your head to drop a loving kiss on his hair.

"will do. Thank you."

When Zoro dozes off in your lap,you own eyes watch him for few more minutes before you're falling asleep yourself as well.

And when the crew comes back later that day,for once in their lives,they decide to keep it down and not wake you up.

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#one piece live action x reader #one piece x reader #opla zoro x reader #zoro roronoa x reader #opla zoro roronoa x reader #zoro x reader

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ladykibutsuji · 10 months

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“Writing”

> Writer!Reader x Uppermoons

> Headcanon: Reader's favorite hobby is writing and the Uppermoons took interest in her hobby, What do the uppermoons thinks of reader's excellent skills in writing?

> SERIES: I'll be making more for each hobbies (Such as painting, sports etc.)

> Normal Timeline

> Requested by: sleepykye

> ‼️WARNING‼️: Mention of disturbing things at douma's part

> I don't own the pictures used

|KOKUSHIBO|

Reader is a Upper Rank Demon

- You and Kokushibo was sent on a mission together by no other than Muzan Kibutsuji Himself, Your mission was to investigate a certain place where the blue spider lily could be located.

- Investigating for the whole night you still couldn't find the whereabouts of the blue spider lily and it was almost dawn so you and Kokushibo decided to continue searching once the sun goes down.

- The both of you stayed in a abandoned inn and since demons don't really need sleep you are just passing time by doing your favorite hobby which is writing

- You have been writing for a few minutes and Kokushibo is just observing you curious on what you are writing about

- it was silent for a while until kokushibo finally decided to ask you

- "What's...that?"

- you stared at him for a short amount of time before inviting him to come closer so you can show him what you are doing

- He was hesitant at first to come closer but he eventually did and you showed him what you are doing

- "I'm writing books based on my imagination, I have different kinds of them do you want to read them?"

- Kokushibo thought about it for a while before finally saying 'sure'

- You showed him a few books you wrote and his eyes landed on a certain book that have the title of "Brother Stays Together"

- Needless to say after reading it he was OBSESSED

- "Impressive." That's all he said.

- He doesn't say much but he is really interested and invested in your books.

- For the whole day you are writing new chapters for a certain book while kokushibo reads them after you finish

- He thinks you are very skilled in writing and he wouldn't mind reading your books over and over again.

- Reading your books gives him a peace of mind

- Starting from that day on He kept some of the books you made with him just so he could read them after training

- Sometimes he would help you with suggesting ideas for your book

- Kokushibo is your Biggest #1 fan even though he won't admit it.

|DOUMA|

You are one of douma's followers

- Douma was planning to consume you

- He was about to enter your room until he stumbled upon a book that you made on the floor

- he was curious so he decided to pick it up and read it

- The book contains disturbing things.

- If other people read your book they would be horrified but for douma he was Impressed

- He loves every detail you put onto the book and praised your skills in his head

- You who just exited your room found douma reading a book, at first you thought it was a normal book but as your vision became more clear you noticed that it was the book you created inspired by your unexplainable and angry thoughts

- 'fuck I'm screwed' you thought

- As soon as douma spotted you in a corner you thought he was going to be disgusted or be horrified of you but he just smiled at you while waving

- "Hello my dear Y/N~ did I woke you up?"

- You greeted him back as you immediately started walking towards him

- "I-i'm sorry for what I wrote, I promise to never do it again!"

- You apologized while bowing your head and douma was confused to why you are apologizing, he then chuckled while placing a fan on his mouth

- "Keep your head up dear, there is no need to be sorry afterall what you just wrote excites me! You should make more of these"

- You were stunned, you didn't expect him to react this way but you are also glad he didn't kicked you out of the cult because you have no where else to go

- "if you wish, my lord"

- Starting from that day on, douma thought that it would be a waste to consume someone who have such talent in writing so he kept you alive

- He always praises your work and treasured the books you gifted to him

- He also uses the disturbing things in your book just to piss off akaza and of course it always work especially if it's with women

|AKAZA|

Reader is Human

- Akaza was just walking around the place trying to gather information about the blue spider lily until he heard a girl crying from a distance

- He tried to ignore it but at the same time he got curious and curiosity got the best of akaza so he followed the noise

- After walking he found you sitting on a bench alone while uncontrollably sobbing with ripped papers around you

- He decided to approach you and you didn't noticed his presence until he spoke

- "Are you okay?"

- You flinched a little and wiped your tears as you stared at the man before you

- at first you wanted to ignore him and continue to have a mental breakdown but there's something inside you that's telling you that you can trust him so you spoke

- "A bunch of teenagers ruined the book I was making and they criticized my work... what's wrong with putting my imagination into a book?"

- Akaza felt pity for you as he gently rubbed your head

- "There's no need to cry about it, I'll help you with making another one."

- Delighted you immediately stopped sobbing since this was the first time that someone offered to help you with writing

- Luckily, nobody else was in the house with you so you invited akaza over to rewrite your book

- Even though akaza still has a mission to finish it wouldn't hurt to stay over a little at someone else's place right? It was almost dawn anyways

- At your place, Akaza gave you inspiration and ideas as you wrote them down in a piece of paper

- The whole time he was admiring your facial features while you are writing

- After a few hours, You are still not halfway finish but akaza could see your talents in writing stories

- You offered to let him read some books you have done before and he reluctantly agreed

-He's a bit scared to hold the book you are giving afraid that he will somehow ruin it

- After reading for a while, akaza was mesmerized by your writing

- He finds it heart-warming and calming

- Because of you he develops such likings to book

- Even though he only likes books when you are the writer

- "You are really good at this Y/N, I don't get why those people would look down at your skills."

- When the sun comes down he had to take his leave since he didn't want to upset his Lord Muzan but luckily for him you let him take some of your book for him to read when he's bored

- at first akaza didn't really like the thought of having to take your book with him

- He's worried that it might get destroyed when he's fighting a demon hunter and he didn't want to destroy such masterpiece

- But again he's afraid that he will hurt your feelings if he refused so he just made sure to take care of it properly

- btw the teenagers who made fun of you are missing

|HANTENGU|

Reader is Human

- You found hantengu near your house and thought that he was just a normal elderly man so you decided to take him in your house just to take proper care of him in a short amount of time

- He only stayed for a day and as soon as the sun goes down he decided to leave as he have a mission to fulfill

- "wait! Isn't it too dark for you to go out?"

- He flinched when he heard your voice and apologized that he really has to go

- You didn't stop him understanding that he probably has a home to return to so you gave him a book before he leaves

- He hesitantly accepted your gift before leaving and gave you a thanks before running off like a scaredy-cat

- At the mission, Hantengu got bored and decided to read the book you gave him

- After finishing the book he was speechless

- Too good that he was speechless

- He lets also lets the other clones read your book

- What the other clones think:

- Sekido, Finds peace in your writing

- Aizetsu, Finds Comfort in your writing

- Karaku and Urogi won't get tired of re-reading the comedy in your book and they find it fun

|Gyokko|

Reader is a Upper Rank Demon

- Gyokko was giving his fellow uppermoons a pot as a gift

- He also gifted you a pot with Sakura inspired design and you happily took it

- You decided to exchange gifts with him, as he gave you the pot you gave him a book that you made just a few days prior

- He was happy that you also gave him something so in order to appreciate your gift he started reading it

- Now, Gyokko isn't the type to appreciate someone else's work but when it comes to you he feel head over heels for your writing

- He thinks it's 'Art'

- He loved the details and the calmness that it brought him

- He treasures your book now

- He even made a pot inspired by the book you gave him

|DAKI \ GYUTARO|

Reader works under daki

- Even though daki was cruel towards you this doesn't stop you from wanting to give her a gift

- You gifted her a book that is about 'Siblings Love'

- At first, Daki seems uninterested but she took your gift anyways

- At first she was debating whether to burn it or just rip it apart (poor reader)

- surprisingly she did none of the above when she saw the title which is 'Siblings Love'

- She decided to give it a chance so she read it

- Daki didn't even noticed how much time passed by when she was reading the book you gifted her

- At first, daki seems confused to why she was suddenly feeling crying

- It's as if there's something in her head that she couldn't describe

- As expected, she called gyutaro just because of unexplained feelings

- After departing from daki's body, He quickly patted his sister's head

- "Why are you crying..your face is too beautiful to cry.."

- "Listen brother, This book...it made me feel something unexplainable.. I don't know just read it"

- Gyutaro raised an eyebrow at his younger sister as he started reading the book that his sister gave to him

- An hour past by and He finally figured out why daki's crying about the book

- it made him tear up a little too

- "Whoever wrote this surely knows how to get to my beautiful little sister's feelings eh?"

- Starting from that day, daki won't admit it but she did love your writing as much as gyutaro does

- Daki insulted your skills in writing and told you to make more better books She only insults you just so you could keep making more

- of course you thought that daki didn't really liked your creations until she said something surprising

- "I like the books you made..but just a bit! So don't get too full of yourself."

- That's where you understand that daki is just indenial

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mvjerbs · 9 months

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Beyond the Wall au

Before the events of the story:

Same thing happened, queen gets killed and ballister gets framed for it.

Ballister eventually finds out that the director was the one who framed him and he spent months trying to prove his innocence but fails each time.

With no other choice he leaves the kingdom and travelled beyond the wall(hehe) where he eventually stumbled upon a village.

Surprised by the fact that a village exists outside the wall, he believed that there was no monster at all and lived in that village.

People were welcoming, very welcoming, maybe a little too welcoming. But Ballister won't mind, because he never felt accepted or welcomed in his whole life(other than ambrosius and the queen of course)

Ballister was having a great time with the people in the village, he doesn't have to hide and he does have the pressure of people watching and expecting a mistake being done by him. Everything was great for him.

And then the day came when everything went down for him.

He noticed the people in the village are either sad, anxious, or more serious than they usually are. The change of atmosphere disturbed him so he decided to confront the village chief about the happenings.

"oh don't worry about that my friend. it's just that- it's someone's last day today."

"o-oh, did someone die today?"

"oh no no no, they are still alive. It's just that people are aware it's their last day."

"so that explains the different atmosphere"

With that, Ballister turned to leave. Only to turn around and get knocked out before he can reach the door.

Ballister eventually woke up and found himself being tied. Panic and confusion rushing into him as he sees the villagers and the chief watching him and another person being tied up not too far from him.

They were screaming. Ranging from accusations, to apologies, and eventually begs.

It was here that the chief revealed everything.

He told Ballister that the kingdom was right and that there is a monster. The reason why their village survived was because they found a way to keep the monster from attacking and that is to sacrifice. Since they are the only ones there, they have no other choice but to sacrifice each other or depending on who the village vote. They don't tell the sacrifice that they were voted, they would just go to their house, knock them out and sacrifice. That was the village's tradition.

Then Ballister came. They had planned to sacrifice him the moment he arrived.

Ballister have been betrayed again, he wanted to say something to them when he suddenly hears a chilling sound.

The monster had arrived. And everyone, except for the chief, left to hide. The chief stayed to make sure that the monster eats both of their sacrifices.

Unfortunately for the chief, Ballister managed to escape from his bounds and escape.

Ballister ran and hid in a house that was close by and strangely empty. He shut he door and hid in the corner of the room, unfortunately for him that only dark corner was close to the window.

When the monster arrived, Ballister covered his mouth. Trying to silence his cries as he sees the monster peering through the window and placing its hand on the glass. Fortunately, it didn't see him, and it went away. (The scene i drew before)

With him being alone in the shop, he thought about the events that had just transpired. Seeing the people whom he trusted and believed were kind turn away from him hurts, but something else was brewing inside. It was small but it was there, it was anger. He felt anger towards them, towards the people he trusted, towards the people he believed in, and pretty soon that small anger turned to hatred.

He was so consumed in his anger that he didn't realize the things that happened. The chief finding him, trying to kill him for the sacrifice, and him fighting back. He came back to his senses when he realized what he had done.

His first real murder.

He had expected to regret what he had done, but instead he felt great. He stood there looking at the body, feeling satisfied of the demise that he had brought on the chief.

He was snapped out of his thoughts when he hears the monster again. Instead of panicking, he simply looks at the body before dragging it out to meet the monster to feed it.

Time skip (I'm getting impatient), Ballister imprisoned everyone in the village and use them as food for the monster who he had now named Nimona.

Because of what Ballister does for Nimona, it sees him as an ally or a parent of some sort, which Ballister was happy about. They gave him a mark to show that he is under their protection. It's a bite mark that's located just below his nape.

Ballister also taught her to call him dad, because nimona can't really talk so Ballister teaches her.

Since the numbers of his prisoners are slowly going down, Ballister had no other choice but to hunt for Nimona's food.

Where would he find food? The kingdom of course. He goes in through the same hole that he escaped through and kidnaps people.

His crimes didn't go unnoticed by the institute or by the people, and so the investigation of hunting down the killer, which the people believed to be the monster, begun.

It didn't take too long to find where the killer usually goes and where he usually stalks and it's all thanks to the kingdom's security cameras.

Upon finding out where the killer goes, Ambrosius planned to ambush the killer in the place where he enters, Todd on the other hand wanted to do something on his own and planned to go after the killer instead. Ambrosius warned him about it but Todd being Todd ignored it.

Todd gathered his own group of knights and went out of the kingdom with out letting Ambrosius know at all. He eventually finds out and gets pissed, so Ambrosius followed after Todd to get him back. He only took about 3 knights with him since it was just a fetching mission.

An Hour after Ambrosius wet beyond the wall to search for Todd, his(Todd) party literally went back to the kingdom since they didn't found anything.

Little did they know both parties went to different directions. While Todd's party went to search in the east, Ambrosius' party went north west which was the direction of the village which Ballister lived in.

Little time skip, Ambrosius's group ran into Nimona and died except for Ambrosius, who was badly injured and cornered by Nimona.

But before Nimona could eat Ambrosius, a familiar voice called out to her causing Nimona to pause and turn towards the direction where the voice came. Meanwhile, Ambrosius was surprised since he recognized the voice.

The second time Nimona was called, she dropped Ambrosius and rushed towards the person who was calling her. Ambrosius took the chance and turned to run when the same voice called out his name, and he turned.

There he sees Ballister, standing a few feet away from Ambrosius with a face that stared back at him in shock before turning into a gentle smile. The angle that Ambrosius was made the moon shine upon Ballister, the sight would have made Ambrosius melt if it wasn't for the monster standing behind him.

Ambrosius sense the change in Ballister, and confirming that change only made it worse for him. Ballister approached him in the same way he had always done before everything.

Ballister still loves and truly missed Ambrosius, so he asked Ambrosius to stay with him outside the wall. Ambrosius refused because 1) the monster is real and he wats go back to the kingdom so he can be safe, and 2) he's expected to return and protect the kingdom as gloreth's descendant

Ballister resorts to manipulating Ambrosius and convincing him to stay with him outside of the kingdom's castle.

How did Ballister manipulate him? Well he told Ambrosius how he felt when Ambrosius cut his arm off, how he felt when Ambrosius chose to capture him instead of helping him, making him feel so alone, almost being sacrificed, and that his whole life has been miserable ever since his arm was cut off.

Ambrosius, now being consumed with guilt, gives in and stayed, and he gained a mark from Nimona. (it looked much scarier in my head might animate soon). The post is getting too long, I'll be making a part two instead.

#ambrosius goldenloin #ballister x ambrosius #nimona #ballister boldheart #nimona movie #Beyond the wall au #lowkey getting impatient of my own explanation

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nyctophicbtch · 1 year

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CAN YOU DO SOMETHING ABT NETEYAM x F!READER, like they met when they were both teenager, then neteyam and his family had to go away, then they met again when all were well grew up, and not long after that nete and reader make out PLSSSSSS–😭

Seeing Neteyam for the first time in years

Neteyam met you by accident

It was in the Hallelujah mountains high camp

You weren’t even supposed to be in the avatar area; Na’vis weren’t actually permitted to roam around here

Neteyam was in a rush and accidentally bumped into you somewhere near the bio labs, causing you to drop all your stuff

And you were in a sour mood that day, so you snapped at him without seeing who had bumped into you

“Nari si, kurkung!” (watch it, asshole!)

You receieved a flurry of apologies

His voice sounded familiar and when you looked up you froze

If today couldn’t get any worse, you found out you had just yelled at the Olo’eyktan’s eldest son

“You’re not supposed to be here.”

Before you could apologize and explain, you heard voices nearing

So Neteyam pulled you by your hand to hide behind one of the labs

He put a finger to his lips, telling you to be quiet

After the accidental meeting, Neteyam found himself curious about you

He never actually got your name

So the next time he saw you in the camp, he approached you, much to your friends’ confusion

You quickly became friends

Or whatever your relationship was called

People can always feel the tension whenever the two of you are in the same room

Kiri somehow finds out

Then Lo’ak, and then whole family will know

Neteyam casually brings you along even when his family is there

It was all going so well and you were getting closer each day, but then he suddenly had to leave

He gave you a strand of beads and trinkets as a reminder of him

When he left, you felt empty

And that was how you ended up often just zoning out randomly when you thought about Neteyam

Your friends noticed and when they’d ask, you’d dismiss it as an old memory

Until his family comes back to the clan so many years later

You weren’t sure if he even remembers you

But you saw the stolen glances he’d give your way when he noticed you

Whenever he worked up the courage to talk to you, something would always get in the way

It was the night of celebration for the Sullys’ return

You’d see him in the crowd only to find him already looking at you

He’d make his way towards you, eyes not leaving yours

And then his sister interrupts him

When he turned his attention to you again, you were already gone

The loud noise of people celebrating was getting to loud

So you decided to take a walk outside

And then accidentally stumbled upon Neteyam sitting alone in the forest, feet dipped in the pool of water underneath him

You wanted to turn back but it was too late

From the way Neteyam’s ears perked up, you knew he’d heard your footsteps

He would snap his head towards you so fast to see you already trying to leave as quick as possible

“Wait- stay-“

You silently approached and he moved a little to the left to give you space to sit next to him

It was quiet for a while, none of you knowing what to say to each other

Neteyam had rehearsed his speech many times, but his mind went blank the second he felt you so close beside him

The thought of you finding someone else while he’s away kept nagging at him

But then he caught a glimpse of the strand of little trinkets hidden beneath the leaves on your loincloth

“You kept it?”

His fingers would gently brush over the beads, and he’s unaware with how you shivered from his touch

He hand’t necessarily touched you, but his fingers were way too close to your hip

“I thought you’d forget me” you quietly uttered and he looked at you as if you’d grown a pair of wings

He could never forget you

The grumpy girl who had called him an asshole when you the first met after he’d bumped into you

The girl who would hold him and listen to his frustration after a bad day of training

There was no way he was forgetting you

As if finally aware of the effect his fingers had on you, he slid his hand around your hip

And this mf pulls you closer to him

def heard the way your breath hitched

“How could I?”

Your heart was about to leap out of your chest from the way his eyes held their gaze on yours, briefly flickering to your lips

His thumb was giving gentle strokes to the side of your hip and you swore you could pass out right then

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered as he closed his eyes and rested his forehead against yours. “I’m sorry for leaving you.”

You couldn’t respond when all you could feel was the way his lips lightly brushed against yours

Both of your breaths grew heavy and he couldn’t hold back anymore

Neteyam closed the gap between you two, kissing you with the pent-up passion he held for you all these years

His ears twitched and his tail swayed leisurely from side to side when you let out a breathless moan as he deepened the kiss

“Neteyam-“ you managed to gasp out before his lips were on you again, hands pulling you closer by your hips until you were sitting on his lap

Your hands were all over him, and so were his on you

But when you lightly tugged on his hair, he groaned into your mouth

Then you decided to gently scratch the base of his queue which had him going crazy

And he had to pull away from you to stop himself from doing anything stupid

The both of you were panting and you didn’t make any efforts to climb out of his lap

He wanted to go further

He wanted to so bad seeing the way your lips parted in heavy breaths and how flushed you were

But he reminded himself that he’d just started talking to you again

So all he did was close his eyes and affectionately rubbed his nose against yours

“I’m sorry for the years we had to part. Let me make it up to you.”

#neteyam #neteyam x reader #avatar #avatar: the way of water #imagine #oneshot #fluff #drabble #x reader #female reader #headcanon #neteyam imagine #omaticaya reader #omatikaya #fanfic #fanfiction

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twisted-lover-boys · 9 months

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Could I request form leaders with Cyno male reader? Where reader has this intense glare that people avoid but one way they run into him library collecting data about magic of this world and how it correlates with his own (Manga Spoilers! in the manga it’s shown that Cyno has magic which is how he helps Collie with the archon residue) and they ask and her to see how passionate he is and how much of a nerd and he slips some dad jokes to ease their tension and find that reader has went to school before and he reminisces on the academia days and tells them about his world and his role as the Mahamatra general and his job and shows them his Vision and basically it is ambition that was rewarded by the gods/Celestia and maybe some stuff about his coronation with Anubis

sorry if this is long feel free to ignore :)

Dorm heads with a Cyno like reader

{not proof-read}

I hope you know, I main Cyno…that probably says a lot doesn’t it…?

I think the only person who knows my main Genshin team is my best friend, my boyfriend, and my bf’s sister lol

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Oh your scary aura did not go over well with Riddle. He honestly thought you were going to be a troublemaker the entire year no matter what dorm you got into

So imagine his surprise when he saw you at the library diligently going through various textbooks. Some of them he recognized, other he didn’t, but a majority of them were about the history of Twisted Wonderland

Just as he was about to leave, you called out to him. How in the world did you notice him?! He was on the other side of the library!! Nevertheless, he was caught

He apologized for snooping, which you surprisingly laughed at and even made a joke to, and asked you what you were doing. Cue Riddle’s surprise when you suddenly started going on a nerdy rant about various types of knowledge and your “academia days”

You had both ended up sitting down at a nearby table where the dorm head got to learn a little bit more about you. Apparently, you were a general and had a power that was similar to magic but was entirely different. “A gift from Celestia” you called it

When the bell chimed for classes, you immediately stood up and bid the dorm head adieu. He waved back and smiled as you left. Oh no…what—what was this feeling? Did he..have a crush on you?!

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Leona was…intrigued to say the least. Sure, he wasn’t one to try and pick fights with little freshmen but you seemed different. Experienced, even

Anyways, he just so happened to wander upon you in the library going through various history and magic books. He would’ve left, if you didn’t notice him that is. Well, he got caught. Might as well give it up

Leona was honest. He had stumbled upon you on accident. You had laughed, brushing it off with a really bad joke. He asked what you were looking for. He honestly didn’t expect to hear you talking about your world and your “academia days” with your old friends

He couldn’t have expected that he would sit down and listen to your story. What he remembers is that you were a general and that you had a form of “magic” that was gifted to you. You even talked about a coronation that was your birthright

When the bell rang, you stood up and waved goodbye as you left for classes. Leona, of course, stayed behind and said goodbye. He tried his best to ignore his wagging tail. There was no way he got a crush…right?

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Azul thought that you’d be an interesting endeavor. Sure you gave off a cold and eerie aura, but the dorm head was certain that he could break—I mean—convince you to join in his little business

He had ended up following you to the library, hoping to uncovering something about you that would help him. All you did was go through a few basic history and magic textbooks

Just as Azul was about to leave, thinking that he didn’t find anything good, you called out to him. How in the world did you notice him?! He wasn’t even close to you?! Well, the longer he stood there, the more suspicious he seemed

Of course, he just strolled up trying to play the innocent card but you saw right through him. So, you’re the perceptive type. When he apologized, you had only brushed it off with a dad joke that was really bad in a funny way. When he asked you what you were doing, he was suddenly flooded with information about your previous “academia days”. Bingo

He listening diligently to your stories but, the more he listened, the more interesting he found them. Your powers were a gift from a being named Celestia? And you had a whole coronation for your position as general? You were definitely more interesting than he played you out initially

When the bell rang for classes, you bid the dorm head a good day and left for your classes. As he found himself waving back and pondering over the new things he learned about you, he felt his heart skip a beat. No, no, no he shouldn’t be falling in love with a potential client! Right?

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Oh Kalim did not care about the scary aura you gave off during the ceremony. He was determined to make friends with you no matter how badly it would probably end up

He tried following you around but you were always so sneaky, he’d lose you quickly. One day, he finally caught you in the library. You were going through a lot of history and magic books with really fancy sounding titles

Just as he was about to say hi, you immediately noticed him and called him out. Wow, you were perceptive! He didn’t even move from his spot before you called to him! Impressive!

Kalim happily bound up to you, asking what you were up to. He was happy when he finally got to see you smile a bit as you were talking about your “academia days” and even cracking a few jokes. He was finally getting somewhere!

He happily listened to you as you talked about your world. About how you were a general and had to undergo a crazy coronation and about where your powers come from and how they work

When it was time for class to start, he invited you to a party he was having later that week. You agreed so long as you could do a comedy sketch. As you walked away, Kalim waving goodbye like a madman, he almost missed the heat on his cheeks and the pounding on his hearts

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Vil was…conflicted on the aura you gave off. He couldn’t tell if you’d be a delinquent that needed a good lesson or it was just how you were. Nevertheless, he made sure to stay cautious around you

Vil was walking to the library for some reason or other when he suddenly saw you in the back browsing between various books about history and magic. He wondered why you were so interested in such things

Just as Vil was about to leave, you had suddenly called out his name. He was surprised to know that you saw him, especially from across the room. Well, it’d be uncourteous of him to just walk away now

He walked up to you and apologized, saying he wasn’t intentionally trying to snoop around, but you brushed it off with a smile and a bad joke. He asked what you were looking for and it somehow turned into you talking about your “academia days” back in your world

It seems that the dorm head lost track of time because he ended up sitting down with you for stories. Hearing about your vision being a gift, your coronation as general, and what your previous job entailed. There was no doubt in Vil’s mind, you were just scary looking

The bell rang for class changes as you stood up and said goodbye to the dorm head. He said a simple goodbye in return as he left for his own classes. As he walked, he didn’t miss the sudden pep in his step and the loud beating of his heart. Ugh, he fell in love, didn’t he?

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Oh boy Idia was NOT fond of you during the ceremony. You had such a scary aura to you! There was no way that you weren’t a delinquent or a mad-crazy jock! And he wanted nothing to do with you! Absolutely nothing!

So it was just his luck when he decided to leave his room, thinking it would be a good day, and ran into you at the library. This is why he doesn’t go outside!

We started walking away, as quietly as he could, until you called out his name. How did you see him?!! He was halfway across the library!! He had thought about running away to avoid confrontation but that was before you literally walked up to him and scared him. How’d you get here so fast?!

Well, guess this is where he dies… Idia stuttered out an apology, saying he didn’t mean to spy on you and that he was just leaving. You only smiled and waved it off, throwing in a really bad joke. Okay…? He ended up asking what you were looking for but he didn’t expect to hear about you “academia days” which were nuts! Are you sure you aren’t from an anime?!

He only grew more interested in your stories the more insane they sounded or got. A vision gifted by an almighty being? A crazy battle based coronation? You being a literal general for a government-like body and a god of your nation? How are you real???

When the bell rang for classes and you left for classes, not without saying goodbye that is, Idia decided to just go home, his social battery spent. As he thought back on his interaction with you, he felt his heart face and face flush. No no no! There was no way he was in love! That’s literally too cliche!!

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Malleus was very interested in you. He could feel such a scary and powerful aura from you and yet he melt no malicious intentions from you. Was it just how you looked? Were you lonely? Were you just like him?

Nonetheless, Malleus wanted to know more about you. So he decided to try and look for you. He didn’t expect you to be in such a quiet place like the library. You were going through various books about history and magic, further interesting the fae

He doesn’t know how long he stood there just observing you, but he was aware that it wasn’t long because you called out to him. Malleus thought that he was hiding his presence well and yet you still noticed him. You were more interesting than he initially expected

Of course, being the gentleman he was, he revealed himself to you, being careful to not reveal his name whether you already knew it or not. He asked if you were interested in the history of this world and was pleasantly surprised when you said you were, spouting off about your “academia days” back in your world and throwing in a few dad jokes which he thought was funny. You reminded him of Lilia

He sat down and listened intently to your stories about your home world. About how your vision, the source of your powers, was a gift from a greater being, your coronation into general, and the general work you did in said position

He was sad when the bell rang for class changes, meaning that you had to go. He waved goodbye as you left and he teleported away back to his dorm. He couldn’t ignore the fast beating of his heart and his flushed cheeks. Was this was love felt like?

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ya-zz · 7 months

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hiya! :-)

can i request a rammattra, zenyatta, or genji (whoever you think fits best) x gn reader who's a cyborg with a gothic little balljoint porcelain doll appearence? maybe a little edward scissorhands-y in their mannerisms and personality (doesn't really talk much, curious and full of wonder about the most mundane things, a bit socially tone deaf, and usually seen as a creepy weirdo despite in reality being more akin to a batty puppy dog overall)?

also optional bonus heavy angst idea you don't have to include: reader admitting that they didn't actually want to be a cyborg when they technically died naturally of a chronic illness, but their ex brought them back from the brink of death against their expressed wishes and now reader has episodes where they have to grapple with the fact they're still alive and how different their body is now.

totally alright if this is too much and no worries if you don't wanna write it! i hope you have a swell day! :-D

Hooo boy, this one took a lil longer to get to, work be testing me at the moment, but anyway- I broke it up into small pieces for each character, hope that's okay!

Everything is under the cut and they all have varying word counts. The first section is the same for each, it's bold and italic.

Ramattra

Your appearance was something neither three had ever seen before. They stared at you with a mix of emotions. Mainly awe and curiosity. Omnics had their defaulted looks, they all did. Each series a different kind but the same look, but you… You were unique.

Zenyatta and Genji were talking, Ramattra sitting by his brothers side trying to ignore the ninja’s ramblings. It was supposed to be a meditation session, but of course, the ninja had other ideas and proceeded to gloat about his renewed and blossoming relationship with his brother. When you stumbled upon the three, looking helpless like a lost puppy, they averted their attention to you.

Genji was the first to make a noise, a sound of surprise as his eyes widened while he looked you up and down. Zenyatta and Ramattra stayed silent, their orbs the only other sound in the room. When your voice broke through the awkwardness, the three men stand.

“I don’t suppose you could help me find my way to the garden?” You asked, voice a little shaky and staticky.

Ramattra stepped forward, offering a hand.

“I will escort you.” He bowed his head slightly before bidding Zenyatta and his pet human goodbye and leaving the room with you following behind.

The silence was comfortable yet Ramattra couldn’t help but wonder about you.

“You are different from the others.” He states, not deterring from the path nor his speed.

There was a hum in response and the omnic looks down at you. He notices you’re looking forward, seemingly in your own world as you walk beside him.

“Do you have a name?” He asks.

He’s met with silence.

Ramattra silently sighs. Not one for conversation, huh?

Instead of talking, he looks over you once more. The model make and number appears in his HUD, a rare and unique model and quite expensive too. One would be lucky to even afford such a delicate piece of equipment.

He’s curious, and rightly so. Who and why? A ball-jointed omnic, no, you seem too human to be an omnic. You’re an anomaly Ramattra can’t wrap his system around. He goes back to his initial thinking; a ball-jointed omnic is wandering about the area, you look like a doll. A fully functioning toy doll. A kid would love to grasp and pull at you if it had the chance.

He thinks for a moment. A collectors toy, that is what you look like. The larger omnic looks back over at you and it makes more sense to him, but he doesn’t speak out loud. You look like a doll that should be sitting on a shelf, encased with glass, one for people to look at.

“You keep staring at me.”

Ramattra shifts, looking forward again. “My apologies. I am merely curious about you.”

“You wouldn’t be the first.”

“I will not be the last, it seems.” He huffs, looking out of the window as you both pass it.

“No, you won’t be.”

“Are you always this…”

“This, what? Straight? Yes.”

“I see.” Ramattra feels the tension in the air and stays silent. He pushed the wrong way and made you uncomfortable, but he dismisses the feeling as he pushes forward and opens the door towards the garden. “Here you go.”

It’s like a switch had flipped instantly, your mood heightens as you practically run past him and out into the community garden. With the sun beaming down onto your arms, your face warming up, it felt like a dream. It had been too long since you had seen natural beauty and after hearing that this was the place to see it, you made your way here.

Ramattra watches on, catching you staring at the bark on the trees, hands gently touching the ridges, feeling the coarse and damp wood. It had been raining two hours prior, the soil beneath your feet still soggy as your feet sunk into the dirt. There wasn’t a care in the world at that moment and Ramattra felt himself admiring the kid like excitement within you.

Hey stays by the door, arms crossed over his chest as he keeps an eye on you. Hands playing with the leaves upon the tree, gently fingers grazing the flower petals. Knees and feet caked in mud, joints becoming sticky and grinding against each other, but you did not care.

This… This is what you came here to do. To be free, to study… To be yourself.

Genji

“I don’t suppose you could help me find my way to the garden?” You asked, voice a little shaky and staticky.

Genji did not hesitate at all as he practically jumped towards you.

“I’ll go with you! Come on!” His arm wrapped around your shoulders while he escorted you out of the room and down the hallway. “So, what made you come here?” His voice was sweet and excited. You didn’t know why, but it felt comfortable.

“I heard there was natural beauty here.”

“Ah! The garden!” Genji exclaimed. “Yes! We would usually meditate outside but it is raining. Perhaps the rain has finally let up.”

“You were meditating?”

“We were. Well, Zenyatta and Ramattra were, but I had news I wanted to share with my master.”

“Your ‘master’?”

Genji nods as he walks alongside you. “Zenyatta. After a life changing altercation with my brother, Zenyatta practically took me in and guided me on the right path.”

“You’re talking about your appearance?”

Genji nods once again and perhaps thats where it clicked with him. He felt drawn to you because you were similar to him. He could feel it. “My brother tried to kill me. Family issues and such, I won’t bore you with the details.”

You shake your head. “I was the same. Not with family, but my lover. I was on deaths door, chronic illness, I wanted to die, but he had other plans… And here I am now.”

“Did it take awhile to get used to it? It did for me.” Genji softens his voice, tone apologetic.

“Yes. I felt numb. My mind was there, but feeling wasn’t. I screamed, cried, shouted, anything, you name it. I didn’t ask for this.”

“Nobody would ask for this. They should’ve respected your wishes.” His hand rests on your back, just below your neck, resting between where your shoulder blades would be. “I am sorry to bring it back up.”

“Don’t apologise, you didn’t know.”

There was a comforting silence as the pair of you walked through the hallway before Genji stopped beside a door. He heard the rain outside, but pushed the door open, letting the wind hit you.

“You don’t have to go-” Before he even finished his sentence, you were already passed him, outside in the rain. Arms outstretched, face looking up, it’s like you had never been in the rain before. Genji chuckled, hiding under the shelter as he watched on.

The ninja watched on, his eyes not leaving your body as you’d wander the garden in the rain. For once, Genji felt comfortable being around another person, someone who was just like him. Through pain and trauma, he hopes to get close to you, to know more about you, your insecurities, flaws, what makes you, you.

He watched as you knelt down in the mud, fingers gliding over rose petals before picking up a snail that had been passing by. He chuckled once more when he watches you place it on a nearby leaf.

Time would only tell how these two would get along, but Genji hopes the feelings will become mutual in time.

Zenyatta

“I don’t suppose you could help me find my way to the garden?” You asked, voice a little shaky and staticky.

He approached you almost silently, feet tapping gently on the ground before he extends his hand.

“I will escort you. Follow me.” His voice was fluid for an omnic, which was soothing to your ears. Once the pair of you had left the room, just overhearing Ramattra telling Genji to shut up, Zenyatta chuckles and guides you through the halls.

“Do not mind those two.” He states, moving his hand as he speaks. “They have been at it like children since Genji got here.”

He hears the hum of response and takes a moment to look over you. Zenyatta’s model wasn’t as advanced as Ramattra’s, but he could do the basic scanning of people, but you… were not entirely human.

“You are quite similar to Genji.”

“Which one is he?”

“The less omnic looking one. The one who sat to the left of me.” He chuckles.

“Oh, him.” There was a short pause. “How so?”

“You have mechanics within your body. You are not entirely human, are you?” He asks, head cocking to the side.

“No.”

“I see. I will not press, I am here to talk if you want to.” He offers, tone laced with a comforting frequency that began settling the anxiousness within you. The monk pauses for a moment before continuing. “Are you here for a reason? We do not get many guests.”

“Nature. I heard stories form the village.”

“Ah. Our garden. Yes. It is quite magnificent. Well cared for too.” He hums, nodding his head. “We have gardeners and groundskeepers in there at all hours of the day. Perhaps you may make a few friends.”

There was a friendliness in his voice as he kept speaking. While he was doing so, his systems were wondering what had happened to you for you to be like this. The porcelaine like features of your body intrigued him, the ball-jointed appearance made you look like a doll, and while not something he had seen before, he wanted to know more.

His thoughts stopped when they arrived at the archway, the garden just outside. He went to speak but you had already vanished into the greenery. The gardeners watched on, the groundskeepers laughing as they watched this human-omnic wander into the flower beds and bushes.

Zenyatta sat down on a nearby bench, keeping a close eye on you. He was in complete awe of you and his systems began to work through any and all possible outcome to his feelings. He was curious, much like were in this moment.

You examined the bugs under the rocks, picking them up to get a closer look before placing them back down into the dirt. With the sun on your face, it felt like a surreal dream, one you never wanted to wake from.

The omnic monk kept his gaze within your direction, chuckling to himself as the minutes passed by. Perhaps another familiar face wouldn’t be unwelcome here…

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brf-rumortrackinganon · 2 months

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How do you know from whose PR articles are coming from? Can’t it be that the publications are just writing them themselves?

Recently, there have been articles about how Kate feels lonely without Meghan. It’s clickbait obviously. The article just talks about how they could’ve been like Diana and Sarah, but then continues to says that Kate has been successful in the rf because of her inner circle. Where do you think this is from?

Also, during the BAFTAs, William asked one of the nominees about her experience filming, saying they must have had fun. It was completely innocent and was said in a politely engaging in a casual conversation kind of way, but the Daily Mail spun it to look like a “gaffe” because the film was about a girl who was raped. I stumbled upon a sussex squaddie’s tiktok talking about it and although the account acknowledges it was a spin, he also says “William must have made some enemies” meaning there must be someone trying to make him look bad. Do you think that’s true? I thought maybe it’s just the dailymail stirring stuff to punish William for keeping himself and Kate away from public eye these days.

Honestly, this is the thing that drives me insane with royal watching. It causes paranoia. And most royal watchers begin to hate on certain royals just because they assume certain narratives are coming from that royal’s pr even though we have no proof.

You sound like you might be new to the analytical side of royal watching. That's okay!

The only reason I mention that is because if you've been a royal-watcher since before Meghan, you would have noticed a very distinct, very obvious shift in how the royals are covered and discussed in the media after Meghan came in (2016/2017). This happened because Meghan had her own PR, strategy, and comms people, Sunshine Sachs and Gina Nelthorpe-Crowne among them, promoting and marketing instead of relying on the BRF or just doing it herself personally as all the other royal girlfriends/married-ins did. And we know Meghan kept her LA team even after moving to London and getting married; it was confirmed in one of the royal books. I think it was Bower's Revenge.

How do you know from whose PR articles are coming from? Can’t it be that the publications are just writing them themselves?

It's in the details. Here are a few.

If the article is talking about apologies or olive branches, it's from the Sussexes. They're the only ones who've demanded apologies and olive branches, ever since the Oprah interview and including in Harry's Spare interviews.

If the article is discussing several members of the royal family but Meghan is listed first, it's her PR. If the article uses titles, it's from the BRF. If the article uses their first names but William and Kate are first, it's just the publication writing.

If the article is about Meghan and it's on a random topic (like that beauty article the other day about her magical hair) or it appears randomly (like when she otherwise hasn't been in the news), it's her PR. Publications aren't going to randomly write about someone unless there's cause, and cause is usually a pay incentive.

Now, People will also take stories from the BRF too, especially and mostly about Kate. Usually any long-form article about Kate that includes "close sources" or "palace insiders" quotes, it's from Kensington Palace/William's PR.

People and US tabloids also regurgitate stories from other media. If you see similar articles with near-identical quotes, that's their own writers, not usually sourced from someone's office.

Everyone also has preferred journalists that they give info to and will seek out for stories. For Meghan, it's Scobie (though she doesn't seem to be talking to her anymore, probably because she's pissed about the Dutch Endgame leaking the names) and Gayle King. For Harry, it's Bryony Gordon. For the BRF, it's usually one of the Richards, sometimes Rebecca English. For Camilla, it's Piers Morgan. (I track some of this in my Timeline series.)

If an article is about Charles and talks about a new idea or a new initiative, it's from his PR. We call them trial balloons - Charles is notorious for using the public reaction to these ideas to decide what to do.

If the piece is overly critical of Kate in comparison to Meghan, it's usually from Meghan's PR. If Meghan's name is listed first, then it's definitely from her PR. If it's bashing the Waleses children or criticizing Kate's parenting, it's from Meghan's side (though she's been very careful lately not to have her name directly connected to those stories).

If the piece is overly critical of the Waleses/Cambridges while simultaneously full of gushing praise for the Sussexes, it's usually Sussex PR.

I don't believe that William/KP briefs against the Sussexes anymore but back when they used to in late 2018/early 2019, you could tell when it was KP speaking versus the publications reporting - e.g., stories about concern for Harry's mental health were William and KP.

There are also key phrases that each principal royal like to use. Like you'll hear "keen" a lot with Kate - that's Kensington Palace speaking. "Olive branch" is Meghan.

There's also a very specific way that the writers refer to insiders/close sources, especially for William/Kensington Palace, but I'm totally blanking on that right now.

There are other ways to tell whose PR has sourced a story. These are just the ones off the top of my head. If anyone else can think of others, please share them!

Kate feeling lonely without Meghan is from Meghan-friendly associates. Meghan might be shit when it comes to public service, but she really knows her shit when it comes to PR and media. She knows that for maximum effect, she needs an affiliation to Kate. That's why she wears outfits similar to Kate's. That's why she styles her hair in big bouncy Chelsea blowouts. That's why she tries to be kid-friendly like Kate. She needs Kate for the attention she can't get on her own. Meghan needs Kate. Kate doesn't need Meghan - she's shown us that over and over again.

Anything that connects Meghan to Diana is also from Meghan. There was a whole PR campaign back in 2017/2018 when she was trying to convince Harry's world that she was royal material about how she was just like Diana. So Meghan (and Harry) also uses Diana for the attention boost.

However, anything that mentions Diana and Sarah together, that's not Meghan. Those are from the reporters themselves. Meghan so obsessively wants to be Diana that Sarah is the last person she wants to be associated with or compared to. Meghan thinks she's better than Sarah.

Kate being successful because of her inner circle is KP. Kate herself rarely speaks through PR - she's content to let William and their comms team speak for her. (Which I suspect is one of the reasons why Meghan immediately disliked her; Kate has no interest in using all this fame she has for her personal benefit where you know it's Meghan's dream to be that famous.)

Nah, it's just the Daily Mail stirring shit up. It goes back to the old adage "if you won't give me the news, you'll be the news." It's not really punishing William so much as using William for clicks, attention, and traffic, which is how digital media makes their money. Everyone does it and everyone understands that to keep their media coverage positive, they need to give the reporters something to write about. It's an unofficial pact that the palace has with the media.

William and Kate do understand this but it's not their priority to do something just for the optics and media coverage. I suspect this approach largely comes from how they were both treated by the media and paparazzi - they both understand that the interest in them is organic due to their positions. It's very 'if you build it they will come' so they don't necessarily worry about media and press coverage the way others in the BRF might.

(I do think they're a little too extreme with how media-averse they are. On the one hand I understand it because maybe they do have legitimate PTSD from how they were treated by the media and they seem to be closer to the Elizabeth/Philip style of monarchy with royal mystique and palace intrigue than the Charles/Diana/Camilla style of royalty and monarchy with transparency and open coverage. But on the other hand, they're public servants living in publicly-funded and publicly-subsidized estates; they need to be pulling their share of the weight and that means needing to be seen by the public on a regular consistent basis doing regular, consistent service. This is a lifetime commitment, not a "in 20 years when I'm King" commitment. Obviously exceptions apply when there are health concerns at hand, like there are now, but they can't alawys lean back on health concerns - not when Charles has cancer and is still seen regularly by the public.)

And that's fine! I don't think it's paranoia though - it's more stan culture to me, where the more consumed you are by your favorites, the more obsessive you become about how they're treated by others and covered in the media. At the end of the day, it's all parasocial relationships. The celebrities we favor, pay attention to, follow - they have no idea we exist and they have no idea how consumed by their life we are. Collectively, sure, they get it but individually? No. They have better things to do and they think we have better things to do.

That's why I think it's healthy to take a few steps back, look at everything more objectively, and ask exactly the kind of questions that you're asking.

As for not having proof about certain narratives, to an extent you're correct - no one is going to explicitly come out and take responsibility for saying certain things or causing certain drama. But they have subtle ways of showing their hand and giving us the proof. You just have to know what to look for and, barring that, just wait for the royal books. The books fall on a spectrum with deeply researched and investigated (like Tom Bower) on one side and biased reporting (like Scobie) on the other. If you read more of the 'biased reporter' books, those authors are falling over themselves to defend their sources and when they do that, they throw everyone else under the bus and end up confirming rumors or spoiling someone's PR game.

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lueurjun · 8 months

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━━━━ cupid’s pond. c.soobin

soobin x reader! — when you least expect it, love can find its way into your life; like a bolt of lightning, cupid's arrows can strike at any moment in the most unpredictable places.

deep into the forest where most dare to stay away, sits a pond which sparkles beneath the kind eye of the sun. lily pads dot around the water, bobbing gently with the quiet waves and the patch of grass dances smoothly with the breeze. a sweet symphony of birdsong fills the air, quieting it into an endless serenity.

not too far from the pond stands a majestic tree, its wisdom evident in the decades it has weathered. recently, it was blessed with the sight of something new—a budding love between two strangers who find solace in its quiet seclusion.

it was a chance encounter when you stumbled upon the pond a few months ago — more precisely, six months. a sunny lunchtime called for an escape into the depths of the forest — nothing to accompany you but the music streaming from your headphones that lulled you into a state of peaceful contentment. you had no idea how far away from civilization you had traveled until the stillness was broken by this tranquil body of water. and with no sounds of traffic or people in sight, it was the perfect spot to unwind.

the pond became your haven, a peaceful refuge from the worries of the world and an escape to a faraway land only the pages of a book could bring. you’d find solace in this quiet spot, burying your nose in literature and allowing yourself to be transported away from reality.

you had only stumbled upon the hidden oasis a week prior, but already it had become like a second home to you. here, you stumbled across soobin deep in thought beneath an ancient tree. a sketch pad was balanced on his lap and a kaleidoscope of coloured pencils lay scattered around him. he hadn't noticed your presence until you inadvertently let out a surprised shriek - it had been your secret hideaway, and you were surprised to know he'd found it too.

he hastily moved to apologize for intruding, explaining that he had been visiting this spot for months and was unaware that someone else knew about it. you assured him it was alright, gesturing for him to remain there since he had arrived before you. after a brief introduction, a peaceful albeit awkward silence fell between you two as you went about your business, occasionally engaging in pleasant small talk.

the two of you crossed paths more often after that, getting into a routine of sitting in each others presence beside the pond. soobin’s jovial jokes brought warmth to your heart and your snacks eventually doubled until it felt like a picnic just for the two of you. you found yourself eagerly anticipating these meetings, savoring the private moments that felt like a little slice of paradise.

six months later, a blossoming friendship was accompanied by two flourishing crushes.

it had been a crisp sunny day when cupid sprinkled his magic.

as usual, you arrived after soobin, but his face was not lit up with its familiar brightness. earphones plugged into his ears, the pencil in his fingers moved with vigorous strokes rather than his usual feather-light touch. the frown on his lips subdued his delicate features, and the shadows in his eyes seemed darker than ever before.

reaching down, you tenderly extracted one of his earbuds, successfully garnering his focus. His head jerked up abruptly and for a moment his expression was guarded, but then his whole demeanor softened as soon as your eyes met. instead of the usual practice of taking a seat opposite him, this time you plopped yourself down beside him. he couldn't help but allow a small smile to grace his lips.

you poked his dimple. “you look stressed, is everything okay?”

a breathy chuckle drifted into the wind at your action, sending the butterflies in your stomach absolutely feral.

“i had an argument with my friend, yeonjun. it’s left me feeling tense, sorry for not greeting you. i was lost in my thoughts,” he explained, his gaze conveying a sincere apology.

his voice was filled with warmth and sincerity, a soothing balm for even the most festering of wounds. he was always so compassionate; it was impossible to imagine him angry with someone. you couldn't even fathom the thought of him ever becoming raising his voice. he had told you all about yeonjun before, and the stories between them sounded like two inseparable partners in crime, making it easy to understand just how much this argument had impacted him.

there was a brief curiosity, perhaps your inner gossip, that prodded at you to ask what the argument was about—after all, we’re only human and curiosity is natural, but you knew better. it was soobin’s issue and if he wanted to tell you, then he would on his own accord.

“im sorry, is there anything i can do to help?”

he shook his head, declining with a simple but resolute no. while he was grateful for your kind offer, he wasn't sure anything could really help his somber mood. he shifted slightly and offered up the other bud of his earphones. "would you like to listen to some music with me?"

soobin’s playlist surprises you with its stark contrast to his persona, given the large presence of bebe rexha. It's almost amusing, yet it also stirs some strange sort of fondness within you. it makes you realize how little you know about him and just how much there is left to discover. you find yourself more intrigued by him than ever before and wanting to learn every single detail about who he is as a person.

the music cascades into your ears as you settle, and the once forceful strokes of his pencil become gentle as his previously annoyed countenance relaxes. you have never been so close to him before, yet there's something about it that attracts you; it's soothing. a sense of ease pervades your being.

so at ease that you naturally nestled your head into his shoulder, wrapping your arms around his firm biceps. soobin paused for a moment and just as you were about to pull away, embarrassed that you had gone too far, he gently set his head upon yours and you were certain you could feel the warmth of his smile. a contented calm washed over both of you as the two of embrace in a blissful moment, completely lost in each other's company.

it’s uncharted territory, but the way he draws a cluster of hearts at the very top of the page reveals that there may be more to discover in this newfound intimacy. a warmth and excitement builds inside you at the thought of venturing into something unknown, yet full of potential.

who would have imagined that the secluded pond, nestled away in a forgotten corner of the forest, would be the very spot where cupid’s magic was set loose?

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jienem · 9 months

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Falling down into the Queen's roses

Yuu and Riddle agreed to meet at the library on weekends. They felt comfortable with their presence, making small conversations and jokes while searching the aisles of books about the Queen of Hearts when Yuu stumbled upon a strange title and cover on their quest of searching. Curious and intrigued, she took the book into her arms while turning the pages. She whispers as she reads the lines, not noticing a small light surrounding her until she stops. Her gaze turn to her arms, dropping the book from the process before the book shimmered brightly, engulfing her.

Riddle heard something drop from the aisles where Yuu once stood. Worried, he went into where she was, whispering her name but the said person didn't answer. He didn't notice a book lying on the floor as he busied himself checking his surroundings before searching the whole library section. Riddle immediately called the headmaster and his dorm vice, informing them about the situation with worried look on his face.

Meanwhile, Yuu was inbetween of awe and horror as she got lost in what seemed to be a maze. The scent of the roses filled her nostrils as she passed the garden on her way out. She paused as she recognized the Heartslabyul rose garden.

With hope coming into her mind, she used her memory of when she was at the Heartslabyul dorm and wished the replica was the same. To her amazement, it did. Passing by the croquette place and seemingly the entrance.

Yuu noticed two people wearing card uniforms were painting the roses red outside the entrance, where she once stood. She slowly approach them, about to ask where she was when she stops in her tracks. The adeuce duo turned to her, not recognizing the person in front of them.

"Can we help you?"

"Can't you see we are busy?" they asked in unison. Deuce's tone was kind, while Ace's was annoyed as they waited for her.

Yuu fumbled her words before bowing hesitantly. She offered to help while they glanced at each other with communication in their eyes before Ace happily gave her a paintbrush as they continued.

Yuu chuckled softly as they sang a tune, humming, "We paint the roses red, we paint the roses red."

It was not until a trumpet announced the arrival of the Queen that both went into panic, bumping into each other left and right before thrashing the bucket and paintbrush behind the bushes while Yuu stood there watching the whole time. She awkwardly placed the brush and joined their side as they bowed. She bent her upper body forward while her hair covered the side of her face as she too waited for The Queen's arrival.

The sound of the heels clang loudly as they passed. Its steps grew closer and closer until a pair of polished red high heels appeared in her peripheral vision. Her heartbeat rang into her ear as she calmed her breath. The Queen stood before her curious as to why the girl appeared within his castle's domain.

The Queen hummed as they assessed the intruder, who was noticeably different from the Cards bowing for them. The attendants on their side were about to reprimand the lady when the Queen raised their hand, gesturing for them to stand back. They obliged and watched as the Queen lowered their arm and ordered, "Raise your head."

A voice deeper than a female but higher tone than a man spoke fills her ears, and she notices it is different from the Queen, Riddle spoke about. With panic surging through her, she slowly lifted her head and was surprised to see soft red-colored hair with bluish-gray eyes she was familiar with as she stared at them every day without his notice.

"Riddle?" she softly called before remembering that this person may not recognize her like the adeuce duo. Her eyes widen before she quickly mumbles her apology, bowing her head one more time before his fingertips hold her chin, urging her to face him. She immediately avoided his eyes, preferring the locks of his hair while watching in the corner how his eyes narrowed at her defiance.

"Stare at my eyes, or it would be off with your head. You wouldn't want that, do you?"

She couldn't risk that, and so she did. The Queen tilted his head as he made eye contact with her, and an approval hum made his lips as he moved her head side to side.

Unbeknownst to Yuu, her hand held his wrist while he did so. She watched how he froze at her touch and soon left his hand on her chin before turning his back on her. She didn't noticed how his ears turned into rosy color whilst he raised his hand once more and made his way towards the maze entrance.

"Come my dear guest, I shan't make you late for our appointment this evening; you would join me of course? This is your Queen's request after all."

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twsted-garden-imagines · 1 year

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First Years (+ Ortho and Grim) Finding Your Diary

I've tried starting off with other headcanon ideas but then got all side tracked and lost focus. This idea came up randomly at work recently, so I figured I'd try that for the first set of headcanons I post on here!

Headcanons are under the cut, I hope you all enjoy!

With love, Daisy

Ace Trappola -

- This. Little. SHIT.

- He'll most likely randomly stumble across it after you accidentally left it somewhere, most likely in a class you both have or at his dorm.

- His first instinct is to open it and see who it belongs to only to find out it's your diary.

- ... Ohoho~ this is where the fun begins!

- Motherfucker reads the whole thing, zero hesitation after finding out it's your diary

- His eyes light up upon reading his name for the first time, only for it to be something like:

- "Ace Trappola is... weird."

- *insert first lyric of "You Give Love A Bad Name" here lmao*

- Then he reads on about your changing thoughts about him and boy is he ecstatic!

- He gets so lost into reading it he doesn't even notice when you return to pick up your forgotten diary and caught him reading it until he hears you calling for Riddle to use his signature spell on him.

- Poor bastard

Deuce Spade -

- I have this headcanon that Ace and Deuce like to pull little pranks on each other.

- One of the former's latest pranks involved switching the cover of a book that Deuce had to read for one of Trein's classes and the cover of your diary after he found out you'd left it in the library

- Oh how easily tricked Deuce can be sometimes....

- He obviously fell for it, not realizing his error until he was way too far into your diary to stop reading it.

- His thought process was as follows:

- "Well, that's cool and all, but what does this have to do with the history of magic?"

- "Wait shouldn't this be typed and not handwritten?"

- "Hey this looks like the Prefect's handwriting.... wait, this IS the Prefect's handwriting.... OH SHIT it's their diary!"

- Poor dude's face is BRIGHT red once he pieces it together

- Actually admits to reading it accidentally once you return to retrieve your diary, only to get teased by you and Ace for having read it

Jack Howl -

- Your diary cover and his notebook cover look similar to him.

- So after you go to look for a book in the library to help with the History of Magic project the two of you have, Jack prepares to take notes on the books you've found so far.

- He reads about three pages before realizing his mistake in grabbing your diary instead of his own notebook.

- And BOY is he absolutely mortified when he realizes-

- Now Jack has a bit of an internal conflict: he knows he messed up and accidentally read part of something that should remain private to you....

- ... BUT he also is too far invested in an entry about his dorm mates for him to just stop reading it.

- Against his better judgment, he continues to read your diary, his ears perking up and tail wagging when he comes across his own name for the first time.

- He's so entranced by your writing and a bit flustered upon reading the compliments you give him in the entry he's reading until...

- "Shishishishi~ you are NOT slick at all, Jack! What would the Prefect think when they find out you - of all people - read their diary?"

- Jack profusely apologizes to you once you return with Ruggie in front of you, almost crying from laughter at his dorm mate's embarrassment.

Epel Felmier -

- He's seen you carry your diary around before and during classes the two of you had together, but he always assumed it was just a sketchbook.

- He becomes a bit more suspicious when he tries to see what you're drawing, only for you to shield it from his prying eyes.

- Since then, Epel made it his mission to figure out what it was you were trying to hide from him.

- Until he overheard you shouting at Ace one time for reading your diary.

- Oh, so that's what that was....

- His temptations to read your diary overcame his fear of your reactions once he noticed you accidentally left it behind in his room one day.

- Epel beams with pride upon stumbling across his name for the first time, blushing when he comes across this gem:

- "I don't get why Vil always makes Epel hide his accent, I think it makes him more handsome than he already is!"

- His mind explodes as he reads that sentence over and over again, ecstatic until he's interrupted by...

- "Um... Epel? Why are rolling on the floor with my diary clutched to your chest?"

- Shit, he got caught.

Ortho Shroud -

- Your diary and one of Idia's sketchbooks look very similar to each other.

- Although Ortho can usually tell the difference between the two, he thought he'd stumbled across his brother's sketchbook not long after you'd headed back to Ramshackle from a long day of gaming with him.

- It only took him opening up to a random page to find writing that looked nothing like that of his big brother to realize his mistake.

- Poor boy nearly overheated with guilt and embarrassment once he figured out his error.

- Though he was tempted to read on, he thought it best to simply return your diary to you.

- Ortho apologizes profusely once he made it to Ramshackle and explained what had happened.

- Of course, it didn't take long for you to forgive and thank the ray of sunshine for returning your diary

Sebek Zigvolt -

- He first stumbled across the plain-looking journal after you left a sparring practice with him and Silver.

- Poor boy tried to return it, but didn't know who it belonged to.

- So what was the first thing Sebek decided to do? Open the journal to find out who the owner is of course!

- But with his thick fingers, he accidentally flips it open to a page in the middle, immediately finding a description of someone who sounds a lot like Malleus, but under the name "Hornton."

- Hm, what an odd name... but this "Hornton" fellow sounds as interesting as Waka Sama!

- He becomes so heavily invested in the entry he found, nearly losing his focus entirely until...

- "Sebek! I'm surprised at you! What are you thinking, reading the Prefect's diary so openly? Kheehehe~"

- "Master Lilia, it's not what you think! It's just a notebook left behind by... oh. Oh.... OH MY SEVENS, IT IS THEIR DIARY!"

- rip in peace to this sweet boy

- He has Silver go to return your diary to you as he's too embarrassed to do so himself lol

Grim -

- Oh, if you thought Ace was bad after he got a hold of your diary...

- Grim is at least 1,000 times worse

- Not only has this little asshole read your diary cover to cover many times,...

- ... he also came up with the BRILLIANT idea to use some of your entries as blackmail to make you get him extra cans of tuna for the day

- Usually the entries involving your "confusing feelings towards that Hornton guy"

- No matter what clever hiding spot you may put your precious diary in, Grim is sure to find it later that week at the longest.

- Despite him being a little shit and threatening to spill your secrets, he never acts on these threats

- After all, once you threatened to start getting a worse quality kind of tuna, he knew you had more willpower than he did.

- And he knows better than to genuinely piss of his henchman

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