#{ ooc: didn't know what I was looking for until it stared me dead in the face- }

[chuuyasheaven]

5th day with chuuya?? I need more jealous chuuya content

"I’m gonna fuck you up, fuck you until you ask me for more.." - Hands up! by 6arelyhuman !!

Tags: Chuuya Nakahara / afab! Reader, PM! Reader, jealous! Chuuya, jealous sex, rough sex, slight dumbification, pet names, degrading / praising kink, slight choking, teasing, hickeys, fingering, soft to rough! Chuuya, ooc?, smudged makeup, overstim, might contain grammar errors, rushed, quite long lol, etc.

Notes: SORRY FOR BEING SO SLOW; first of all, my asshole of a father took my damn phone, so i have to write on the computer now.(until I get it back). Also depression has been kicking me in my gut!! Anyway, enough abt me and let's carry on!! HOPE YOU ENJOY MWAH !!;:)

Update(two days later): THIS SHI BE LONG ASF BUT IDC ENJOY THIS FILTH RAHHH‼️

You put on one of your most expensive dresses on for this mission. Your make up was perfectly done too, and all this not even for him!

Just because you had to seduce the target to get them killed, still, this was just unfair to Chuuya..

"Hey, pretty,", you heard comming from behind you, assuming it was the victim to be. When you turned around, you were right. The target was hitting on you, infront of Chuuya too, just like you planed.

“Can I help you?”, you asked with a seductive tone, the target smiled at you, completely ignoring Chuuya. “Yes, you could, by coming home with me, sweetheart.”, you couldn’t wait until taking his life, this was getting annoying.

“I would love to, handsome.”, you responded, cringing at your own response. You weren’t enjoying this, this felt so wrong, but you clearly weren’t the only one thought that.

As you took a quick side glance, you noticed how Chuuya was giving him the death stares. You played it off as if it was nothing, then you felt how the target put their hand on your shoulder.

“Let’s go, we couldn’t miss the fun now, could we?”, you didn’t want to say anything, so you just left with him. Chuuya followed without you knowing though.

When the Victim entered his car, while closing his door. You got ready to shoot him dead on the spot, but Chuuya did so before you even got the chance.

As the target laid there dead in the car, you closed the door and Chuuya brought you home on his motorcycle, not even saying a word to you.

At home, you walked into your room, not noticing Chuuya again. Sitting down onto your shared bed, you just let out a sigh. 

Suddenly, he came through the door unannounced. This startled you a little bit, but he just stood there. Feeling confused, you decided to ask him why he was acting this way.

“Look, sweetheart, I know this mission was really weird and all, but-,”, you got interrupted by Chuuya grabbing your arm slightly harsh. He pulled you up rather quickly and pressed you up against him. “What a-are you doing?-”, again you were interrupted by him.

This time, it was by a kiss, a kiss so gentle but yet possessive. It truly caught you off guard, but you didn't complain, he kept on kissing you.

Chuuya pulled away shortly, then kissed you again, harder this time, with more hunger and lust. While he was kissing you, he kept on walking towards the wall until he cornered you there.

Chuuya pulled away again, looking deep into your eyes. “I couldn't wait to finish off that bastard, i can't stand when someone takes something that's mine.”, he growled into your ear. “Guess I'll have to mark you up tonight..”, he added on, you looked away from that remark, knowing what he was talking about.

You felt your face being positioned back to look at him, Chuuya was grabbing your chin, as you looked at him you could see him smirking. “Unless you don't want me to, i won't force ya, darling,”, Chuuya said, hinting for you to whether consent or not.

Nodding 'yes' as an answer, Chuuya looked at you, like a hunter would look at it's prey. “Good, 'cause i won't be going easy at it either.”, he warned, hinting what he was about to do.

He went back to kissing you, his hands held you by your waist. You melted into the kiss, letting go once again, Chuuya licked his lips. “Be good for me, will you, princess?”, you nodded again.

“Good girl.”, Chuuya said before he went down on your neck, kissing down his way to your collarbone. You let out quiet but soft whimpers, which got him to smirk against your skin.

“Sensitive, huh?”, Chuuya slightly teased as his knee made it’s way between your thighs. As he gently removed the straps of your dress, he pulled it down until it reached your stomach, revealing your favorite bra.

Chuuya kissed his way to your nipples, sucking on them lightly. Your whimpers got louder, knowing your super sensitive there. When he was done with that, he patted on your thighs, you knew what he meant.

You jumped up for him, he caught you mid-air and held you by his waist, his grip was firm so you wouldn’t fall.

Now he was kissing your lips again, smudging your lipstick. Chuuya turned around and carried you back to bed, placing you there. Your arms still clung around his neck while he was topping you.

Separating yourselves from the kiss, Chuuya smirked at you while he ripped off your dress. “C-chuuya, this was-”, “I know, baby, I’ll buy you plenty more of ‘em, promise..”, he promised you.

The ripped dress hit the floor, now you were in black laced panties under him, and he was enjoying the view. Chuuya was still in his clothes, even his gloves, the same gloves which were pushing your panties to the side to finger you.

His fingers were inside of your cunt, making you feel good. Since you were wet anyway, he already got slick on his gloves. “Look at how wet you’re for me, slut.”, Chuuya said to you.

You felt your first release near, as his fingers were buried deep inside you, every spot was reached almost perfectly. When your knot snapped, you tried to warn him, but failed. Chuuya pulled out his fingers, looking at the mix of slick and cum stained on his black gloves. “Now you got my gloves dirty..but that’s okay,”, Chuuya claimed while licking some of it. “You taste so fuckin’ good, so I’ll let it slide.”, you looked at him as he removed your panties completely. You got desperate now, you wanted his cock to replace the emptiness inside your pussy, and he clearly knew because you were dripping slick again.

“Oh? Wet again, darling?”, you looked away in embarrassment and desperation, suddenly Chuuya was hovering over you again, grabbing your chin. Giving your lips a quick peck while smirking at you, you talked again.

“Chuuya. P-please..”, you said quietly. “Please what? Speak up f’me, princess..”, Chuuya asked in a mockingly tone. “Need you so bad, p-please,”, you slurred at him, Chuuya could feel his cock harden up at this. “Really? How bad do you want it?”, he denied you even longer.

“S’bad, I need you so fucking bad, please.,”, you paused for a few seconds, “I need your dick inside me, need you to fuck me, Chuuya..”, you begged, now he couldn’t eventually deny you any longer, he needed you now.

Chuuya looked satisfied with this, he slightly aggressively removed his pelt and freed himself from his pants and boxers. “Such a needy whore, hm?”He gave his cock a few small rubs and pushed it past your walls.

You slightly tense up at the feeling, but pleasure followed after. Chuuya then thrusted into you with force, rough and desperate, he was finally fucking you!

You grip the sheets, his skin clapping against yours, huffs and moans were heard from you. His dick reached all the right places, when Chuuya held your legs up to his waist, you could feel him even deeper inside. “F-fuck,”, he cursed under his breath, “You’re suckin’ me in, tell me, who’s fuckin’ you this good?”, Chuuya asked while he waited your response. “Y-you, Chuuya. Nobody else, j-just you- ah!”, you almost shouted when his tip hit your sweet spot.

“Good girl, seems like I found your special spot, right?”, Chuuya asked in a teasing tone, as he hit that spot repeatedly now. You nodded, he chuckled. Your orgasm started to build up again. The urge to cum was big, to you and Chuuya, at this point he started to grunt by every thrust. Deciding to add more pleasure, he started to draw lazy circles on your clit, now your grip on the sheets got more firm.

Chuuya’s thrusts got more sloppier and messy but were still rough, the overstimulation becoming too much for you, your knot snapped faster. Your sweet release washed over you.

After you, Chuuya came right inside you, filling you up. It felt like a lot, and it probably was, or it wouldn’t be spilling out slightly past Chuuya’s cock. Actually, why hasn’t he pulled out yet?

“—Well, seems like I’ll be needing to fill you again, princess. You might need to take a day off because you won’t be walking tomorrow..I will make sure of it.”

That’s very hot of you, Chuuya.. meow. ;3

IMPORTANT NOTE: I might need to pause this event because I’m traveling with my family! So I’ll be able to post like 2-3 fics before I go! Sorry that it came so sudden, but I promise I’ll be very productive after!! Until then, bye pookies!!

[gojoonsaturn]

pairing: Kento Nanami x fem reader

wc: 3024

a/n: part 2 to this

warnings: secret relationship (in the beginning), hurt/comfort, Haibara's death, !angst angst angst!, a bit OOC Nanami, break up

2007.

You sat outside the dorm and watched as Suguru and Shoko tossed a pencil and an eraser at Satoru. The weather was hot, so you settled under the tree. Your mind spun, you constantly returned to the day when you found your brother lying in his own blood, almost dead. Closing your eyes before going to sleep, you saw blood everywhere. Riko's death intensified your emotional state. During the past year, you begun to hate the Jujutsu world due to the unnecessary death of an innocent girl. Amanai was only two years younger than you, and she hadn't even found love and hadn’t lived.

You felt Nanami sitting beside you. He chuckled at Satoru’s bragging and gently placed his hand on yours. You softly removed your hand, still feeling uncomfortable showing your relationship. You hoped no one would notice your gazes at each other and the way you both sneaked into each other's rooms in the evenings. You loved him so much, but your mind was just like a carousel, and you had no control over it.

“Suguru doesn’t look well.” Kento noticed, and you nodded in agreement. “So do you.”

You stared at your boyfriend and tried to smile but failed.

“Yeah, I don’t feel well, but it’ll be alright. Don’t worry.” You felt brave enough to put your hand on his cheek.

The last year was difficult. You became second-years, which meant you were sent out on missions more frequently. Of course, Satoru had the most missions of all of you, and the curses you fought were not so strong, but there were still too much for you to handle. You learned to control your fears during missions, but each night Nanami felt you tossing and turning in bed before falling asleep. He tried to comfort you, arranging small dates to distract you after missions. You appreciated that, and it really helped, but it didn't last long.

One day you returned from a mission earlier than Nanami and Yu. After taking a shower, you went back to the dorm and saw Geto outside the Tech. You hesitated but left the dorm and went to your friend.

“Hi.” You sat down beside him and noticed his worried expression. “What’s wrong?”

“Hi. Everything is fine. Why?” Suguru replied with a cracked voice.

“Because I know how you look when you are not doing well.” You chuckled and stared at the sky.

 “Really?” His lips tugged into a sarcastic smile.

“I miss him too.” You decided to ignore Geto’s tone.

“Mhm.”

The silence fell between you, which made you feel uncomfortable beside Suguru.

“Do you like being a sorcerer?” Abruptly, Geto asked.

“Not at all.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m afraid of dying one day because I’m not strong enough to fight the curses.” You exhaled, trying to avoid his gaze.

“You underestimate yourself. I’ve seen you in training and you were great.”

“But still, that doesn’t change the fact that we can all die fighting these stupid curses.”

“I see.”

You continued to sit in silence until Geto nodded at someone ahead. You looked up and saw Nanami going to the dorm.

“Say hi to Nanami for me.” Suguru said, when you stood up and headed towards the dorm.

“Huh?” Your voice trembled.

“Come on, Gojo. I’m not as blind as Satoru.” He said, standing up and heading towards his dorm. “You are lucky he’s too busy right now, but you can’t hide your relationship from him.”

He left you with that thought, making you nervous. Maybe your secret relationship with Nanami wasn’t so secret after all. You questioned yourself why you were hiding it and couldn’t find an answer to that. You smiled and hurried to Nanami’s room.

When he returned from the shower, you were lying on his bed, reading a book. He grinned at you and approached, gently kissing your forehead.

“How was your mission?” You asked each other in sync and started laughing.

“You first.” You demanded.

“It was a third-grade curse, so not so difficult.” Nanami exclaimed confidently. “And yours?”

“Oh. The same. But I almost broke my halberd. I think it’s better than breaking my leg or my back.” You giggled, and Kento rolled his eyes.

You were used to this gesture, so now you weren’t angry at your boyfriend for it.

“Uhm, Ken… I wanted to ask you…”

“Mm?” His eyes were full of love and adoration.

“Don’t you mind if I tell Satoru about our relationship?” You bit your lower lip.

“If you want to, then let’s do it.” Nanami said confidently and you pulled him towards you.

On the third of July, you arranged a party for Kento. It was his birthday, so the principal gave you the day off. Third years were also at the party too and even prepared a gift for Nanami.

“So, we noticed that you like bread aaaaaaaaand…” Satoru was extremely excited when Shoko and Suguru moved a huge box towards Kento.

You and he exchanged glances, seeing Haibara burst out laughing. This guy already knew what the third years’ gift was.

“Ta-daaa!” Your brother gestured towards the box.

Nanami came to it and started to open it. When he saw what was inside, he couldn’t help laughing. You frowned and turned to your boyfriend, finding a bread maker in the box.

“Thank you, guys. I really appreciate it.” He took the device out and glanced at you with a smile.

In the middle of the party, you demanded attention.

“Uhm… Kento and I wanted to say something.” You looked at Suguru and he nodded to you. “We are… together.” You felt a brief relief, when these words escaped your mouth.

You saw Haibara and Shoko giving Geto money.

“You waaaat?” Satoru's jaw dropped in astonishment as he fell into the chair.

“Actually, I’m surprised, that our Six Eyes sorcerer didn’t notice his sister dating Nanami.” Shoko laughed at Satoru’s reaction.

“Guys, did you…bet on us?” You sounded a bit offended.

“Yeah, it was curious to watch you try to hide your relationship. It seems only Satoru didn’t see that.” Haibara’s smile caused your relief.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart.” Kento approached you and placed his hand on your waist.

“I’m going to faint.” Your brother dramatically put his hand to his forehead.

Two weeks later, Haibara and Kento were assigned to a mission. You and Nanami were outside the dorm and talked to each other, when a tall girl interrupted you.

“Does your brother look as hot as you?” She pointed at you with a confident smile.

“Excuse me?” Nanami frowned at her.

“Don’t worry, darling. Just kidding. Yuki Tsukumo – special grade sorcerer.” The girl waved to the two of you before leaving.

You exchanged looks with Kento and giggled. Then you hugged him, whispering something in his ear, which made him shiver. Since yesterday, you've tried to suppress your bad feelings, but you don't want to involve your classmates in this mission.

“Please, be careful and help each other.” You hugged yourself, backing away from Kento.

“As always!” He kissed you on your cheek, when Haibara joined you.

You watched them go with hot tears streaming down your face.

Later in the night, you woke up to knocking at your door. You rubbed your eyes and felt a fast heartbeat in your chest. You got out of bed and rushed to the door, seeing Geto outside. His expression remained serious, and he just nodded to you aside.

“Sugu, what’s wrong?”

“Go.” He grabbed your hand and guided you somewhere towards the medical corps.

Your heartbeat became faster as a thousand thought about Nanami rushed through your mind. You abruptly stopped, causing Geto’s irritation.

“I won’t move if you don’t tell me what’s going on.” Your lips started to tremble.

“You’ll see.”

He brought you to a closed door. You didn’t know what was behind it, but the cold in that part of the Tech wasn’t a good omen. Suguru opened the door and you saw a body on an autopsy table.

“No, no, no… I don’t want to…”

Kento appeared in front of you and you noticed a pain in his eyes. You approached the dead body and saw Haibara covered in blood. At that moment, memories of Satoru’s death came back to you, and you felt your knees starting to give way. You leaned against the table trying to maintain balance. Distantly, you heard Kento’s voice, but his words couldn’t reach your consciousness. Haibara was dead. Your classmate and friend had died fighting some stupid curse. The sound of a chair that Nanami had thrown, woke you up. You saw your tear drop fall onto Yu’s shoulder. You reached out to wipe it away but felt the coldness of Haibara’s body.

“You need to rest for now, Nanami. Satoru has taken up your mission.” Geto covered Yu’s body and gently moved you away.

“Can’t we just leave everything up to him alone at this point?” Kento asked.

You stared at him, frowning, and for the first time, felt rage towards him inside you.

“So, you suggest sending my brother on every mission we can’t handle?”

“Oh, God, I didn’t mean it. Just…” He didn’t finish the sentence.

“Guys, just stop it.” Suguru said in a concerned voice.

You and Nanami restrained yourselves from the fight. Kento looked at you apologetically, but you looked away at the Haibara’s body. This view made you feel worse, so you just hurried to leave the morgue. On the way to the dorm Nanami reached out to you, grabbing your elbow.

“Look, I’m sorry for saying that.”

“Mhm…” You tried to hold back your tears, but your trembling lips gave you away. “And I’m also sorry for what I said. I shouldn’t…”

“It’s okay.” He embraced you, gently stroking your hair as your body shook with crying.

No, you were not okay. Constant thoughts of Haibara’s death occupied you and you didn’t know what to do about them. Nanami saw your condition and decided that the best thing to do was ask Satoru for help. Your brother found you during training. You held your halberd and tried to concentrate on filling it with cursed energy. When Satoru approached, your halberd fell on his shoulder.

“Wow, you, warrior, don’t kill me!” He said with a smile, stealing your cursed weapon.

“Satoru!” You were happy to see him and jumped into his embrace. The realization of how long it had been since you saw your brother came over you, and you inhaled his scent. “I missed you so much.”

“Yeah, babe, I missed you too. How are you?” You shrugged and looked away.

“You know you can tell me anything?”

“Mhm.” You nodded, feeling your lips tremble again. “Can you train me?”

“Why?” Satoru stared at you.

“I should become stronger. Of course, I understand, that I won’t reach your level, but I want to be able to fight every curse on my way.”

“But you are strong…”

“Not enough!” You snubbed him, taking your halberd back.

“I see.”

From that day, you used every opportunity to train with Satoru. One day, he didn’t come to your training, and you went to find him. He was sitting on the stairs with an upset face.

“What’s happened?” You were still afraid to ask such questions, but internally you were prepared for any bad news.

Satoru handed you a paper and you saw the mission report. You ran through the report and returned it to Satoru, sitting beside him. A part of you died along with Haibara and now your heart breaks without a chance of recovery due to Suguru's execution. And you realized that Satoru can’t do anything about the higher-ups.

“Why did he do that?” Satoru asked.

“Hard to say.”  You shrugged your shoulders again, leaving your brother.

That night, you couldn’t close your eyes. All your thoughts were about Suguru and Satoru. Their friendship was a perfect example, which had broken into thousands of pieces. You felt concerned about your brother, but something deep inside you knew that he would eventually deal with it. A knock on the door interrupted your stream of thoughts. You got out of bed and went to the door. Suguru was standing there. You grabbed his hand and pulled him inside.

“I came for you.” Suddenly, Geto said.

“What? Are you insane? You killed innocent people, and you want me to follow you?” You were shocked by his suggestion.

“I want you by my side me when I create a world without monkeys. You are a powerful sorcerer and you can help me with that.” His voice was very confident, which scared you.

“Do you understand that your parents were ordinary people. Many talented sorcerers were born from just the ordinary people?” You intentionally avoided the word «monkeys».

“The curses come from people’s emotions. What do you think killed Haibara?” You couldn’t resist the truth hidden in his words and slapped him.

“How dare you…” Suguru saw tears on your face and chuckled at that fact. “Get out, Geto.” You called him by his surname for the first time since meeting him.

After his leaving you rushed in Nanami’s room. He opened the door and looked at you with surprise.

“What happened?”

“Promise me we’ll keep fighting the curses no matter what?”

“Honey, I don’t understand…” He rubbed his eyes.

“Haibara’s death wasn’t in vain. We should create a world of the strongest jujutsu sorcerers to exorcise the curses.” Your face was desperate, and your voice still trembled after the conversation with Suguru.

“Darling, how long haven’t you been asleep?...”

“Ken, just one promise.” You persisted, which made him nod at you.

2009.

The last two years at Tokyo Jujutsu Tech were intensive. Satoru graduated and wanted to become a teacher, to raise a new generation of young, talented sorcerers in Jujutsu. He even took a little boy and a girl under his wing. You lectured him on this selfish decision, but seeing Satoru teach Megumi how to summon Shikigami warmed your heart. Eventually, you started to see young versions of yourself with Satoru in Fushiguro’s siblings.

Especially, you liked days when your brother went on missions, and Kento and you spent time with the children. At first, you were a little afraid, but Nanami’s confidence in childcare awoke something in you. When you asked him where he learned it, your boyfriend smiled mysteriously at you and said nothing.

On your free time from babysitting and Jujutsu, you developed a great project in the Jujutsu world. You wanted to create a team of the strongest sorcerers to travel around the world to countries where there are not enough people with magical powers. You were waiting for graduation to begin your journey to find sorcerers and inspect the countries where the level of curses was extremely high. Naturally, you wanted Nanami to join you on this adventure, and you were mostly sure about it. In the evenings you laid together and liked to spoke about your future plans.

On the evening before graduation, Principal Yaga invited you to his office.

“Are you sure you don’t want to stay here with us? Satoru might need some assistance teaching young sorcerers.”

“But he isn’t the only good sensei here. And I have invested too many resources into this project.” You said without a hesitation.

“Hmm… As you wish, but I want you to know, that we are always happy to have you here at Jujutsu Tech.” said, hugging you and nodding in approval.

The next morning, you woke up too early, feeling excited. You took a small box from under your bed, which was black with a blue satin ribbon on it. You smiled and hurried over to Nanami's room, but he wasn't there, so you went outside the dorm to look for him. Kento was there with his suitcase

“Wow, I'm glad you're ready to start our trip, but Satoru wanted to arrange a party for us.” you said, hitting his shoulder and feeling your heart racing.

“Sweetheart, I…” He said, taking your hand

“No. Don’t you dare! You promised me!” You tried to pull away, but he held on.

“Yeah, I remember, and I want to be with you, but… without jujutsu things…”

“What?...” You bit your lip to stop yourself from crying.

“Listen, I don’t refuse our future. I just want to build a family with you, have children, watch them grow and so on. No jujutsu, no curses!” The confidence in his voice scared you.

“You cross out everything I’ve done for the last two years. You depreciate Haibara’s death.”

“I just don’t want you to die fighting curses!” Nanami became furious. “Being a jujutsu sorcerer is dangerous. Why must we sacrifice ourselves to protect the others?”

“Because we were born to do it. This is our duty, whether you like it or not!” You trembled.

“But we have a choice! And I chose to be safe with you and our future family!” Kento started getting irritated. He didn’t understand why you changed your mind about jujutsu.

“You are a coward. How many talented sorcerers will die?!”

“The’ll die eventually anyway! With or without our help.”

You couldn’t hold this conversation anymore. The rage took over you and you slapped Kento. He rubbed his cheek and grinned at you regretfully. You felt empty inside. Haibara, Suguru and now Kento were all leaving you. Your relationship with Nanami had seemed perfect to you and you couldn’t imagine anyone else beside you. In fact, you thought your heart wouldn't be able to love or trust anyone else in the future.

“Take it and go away.” You said, handing him the gift you had chosen for your boyfriend.

You turned around and walked back to the dorm. Kento opened the box and saw a black dot tie. His lips curled into a sad smile. He didn’t want to leave, but his hatred for the jujutsu world had grown with each day since Haibara’s death. Nanami blamed himself only for not being honest with you from the beginning. He had promised you a future, but now he had ruined your dreams and your heart.

part 3

[akutasoda]

Helllo! Can I request the obey me brothers with a Teen mc who’s like pm dazai?

different kinds of demons

synopsis - hardship after hardship had landed you here, perhaps it was the best scenario

includes - all platonic! - lucifer, mammon, leviathan, satan, asmodeus, beelzebub, belphegor

warnings - gn!teen!reader, fluff, angst w/ some comfort, pm!dazai stuff, some may be ooc, wc - 1.7k

lucifer ★↷

↪from the minute he saw, his only question was - why so many bandages? now he wasn't one to pry but for someone your age it seemed unnatural and a topic that may need to be addressed. but you were the exchange student, no-one personal so he didn't pry and thought he would stop wondering.

↪he observed over your first few days or couple of weeks you were in the exchange program how quiet you became. not talking to many people. but eventually you grew to become very loud and rather annoying, in his words.

↪it started when he had numerous complaints about you from other students yet no-one of them seemed to want to address you personally which was very unnatural for some demons in the school. but he could catch some glances you shot their way. rather unfriendly glances.

↪you were an awful influence on his brothers, mammon and satan specifically. always winding them up or teaming up with the and convincing them to go through with the dumbest plans. and no matter how much he felt he should be angry at you, he couldn't bring himself to be.

↪he could never seem to be angry at you. perhaps it was seeing all the bandages that made him care or maybe it was how you almost seemed confused at the room you were given. similarly refusing any help and or acts of kindness from diavolo.

↪it got to the point where the questions plagued his mindand eventually he re dug out your file and properly read it this time. he was met with a rather blank piece of paper but very few details made out where you had came from. he had a very long conversations with diavolo and barbatos.

↪and upon learning you had came from a mafia organisation, he became wary. outraged even at the idea someone with such a dangerous reputation could be chosen for this. but if anything the sympathy nagged at the back of his mind.

↪and from his conversation with barbatos specifically, he was able to calm himself. knowing that the butler was certain no problems would arise in the future. he started looking out for you. it was almost subconscious, perhaps from having 6 brothers, but he started treating you as one of his siblings.

↪it confused you at first, suspecting alterior motives but eventually it became almost comforting. much better than what you had before. perhaps you could stay longer than the program.

mammon ★↷

↪if he was being honest, he thought he looked rather cool. when he first saw you he didn't really question the bandages but he would later on. although you did seem to have a rather intimidating stare, not that he would care - he's the great mammon afterall.

↪he also definitely didn't find it creepy when you barely spoke to start with. due to him being assigned your 'supervisor until further notice' he was around you alot. your silence paired with that dead stare made him rather uneasy.

↪he chalked it down to initial nervousness because after a while he thought that you started getting confident. although he didn't know what he preferred - the silence or you constantly teasing him.

↪but eventually he started to really enjoy you being around. always being kind and helping him go through with whatever dumb idea he planned planned on the spot. even if he got told off.

↪but after a while he found out. and from however he found out, he still felt his heart sink but it made sense. and from that day you could notice how much nicer mammon became toward you but you knew he found out.

↪and as much as it terrified him at first he grew to think of you as one of his many siblings.

leviathan ★↷

↪he barely cared at first. sure you looked rather cool but you were a 'normie'. there was no way he could get along with you or no way you could understand him. so he barely cared at all for anything you did or even batted an eye toward you.

↪especially because you seemed so quiet at first. avoiding most of everyone and keepin interactions to a minimum. but eventually he noticed in your classed with him how you could get so confident and rather annoying to other students.

↪and he understood why none of them never did anything about you as he was also a victim of your hidden threats if he dared tell lucifer. but eventually you managed to work your way into getting him to be more open with you.

↪and that was made possible by all those times you'd spent in the arcade. connecting with the demon wasn't that easy but you managed. he eventually started letting you play games with him and therefore saw you as less of a 'normie'.

↪but that did little to stop the shock from finding out what you currently were involved in in the human world. at first he thought it was so cool but quickly gave himself a reality check and began feeling bad for you.

↪no-one you're age should be wrapped up in such things. this made him subconsciously start to look out for you more and more and eventually admitting that he did enjoy hanging around you - especially because most the time you could truly act your age.

satan ★↷

↪the first time he saw you he was very concerned. he knew how old you were and knew immediately no child your age should have that many bandages but that being said he also knew it was a sensitive subject. therefore because you hardly knew him there was no eay he would find out the reason.

↪he also mistook your silence at the beginning for nervousness. but eventually seeing how loud and rather problematic you became intrigued him for multiple reasons. one of which being how far would you be willing to go to annoy lucifer with him.

↪and if so he just found his new favourite person. you both became lucifers worst nightmare and satan absolutely indulged in that because each idea you had was so clever that it made his ideas seem common.

↪but he was bound to find out eventually. and when he did he felt nrage towards those thta allowed you into that position at such an age and sympathy for you and what you had yo go through.

↪he never brought it up but wanted to allow you to act your age, to feel comfortable around someone genuine and he loved that he was able to provide you with that. hos brothers had never seen him so considerate.

asmodeus ★↷

↪he wasn't trying to be rude but when he first saw you he was secretly jusging your outfit. especially all those bandages and rather rough hair. but then he realised how young you were and knew for an instant that something was up.

↪he did try and initially get close to you as he felt he could see something in you. but because you acted so quiet at first it made it rather difficult. so he respected your distance and didn't try much after.

↪that was until he noticed how loud you got. he assumed you gained confidence in the new environment and therefore regained his urge to try and get close to you. which seemed to work better this time. even if you were alot more problematic.

↪and eventually should you let him, when he got closer to you he started devising you skincare routines as you never really looked like you took care of yourself. especially with the bandages.

↪that was probably how he found out. and when he did he swore his heart broke. he didn't immediately fuss over you fearing it may put you off but he started subtly showing more support.

↪you clocked on from the start and always seemed wary of him but after deciding he did i fact have no alterior motive you started allowing yourself to indulge in his company.

beelzebub ★↷

↪another one to worry initially upon seeing all those bandages. but the one that really got him was how dead your eye looked. he immediately started worrying for you even though he had literally only met you about five minutes ago.

↪he didn't mind you were quiet at first. he didn't even mind when you supposedly gained confidence and started acting out more. uncaring to whoever was around, seemingly unafraid of everything around you as he would also note some demons being too scared to approach you.

↪he subconsciously started looking out for you. so much so that you seeing and being around him became very normal. so you naturally over time saw him as someone to hang around. someone you knew never had alterior motives for you.

↪and then he found out. he became more protective of you as he felt nothing but sorrow - after slight fear. you shouldn't be associated with that kind of thing. especially your age. so he was very glad you chose to stay with them instead.

belphegor ★↷

↪from the minute he watched you enger the attic, was the minute he could tell something was off. you had something about you that actually managed to make him second guess using you to escape. but you were still the exchange student and he wanted out the attic.

↪and you knew his motives from the start. you could guess where it would lead and yet you went with it. it was something you hoped to achieve yourself anyway.

↪and if anything you were shocked you didn't. and belphie was shocked you still willingly spoke to him. acting as if nothing happened. this made him worry slightly but he always pushed away those thoughts.

↪and if anything it made him subtly look out for you. especially after finding out where you had come from. now he understood the bandages and why you were so unfazed. but he knew that shouldn't be natural for a kid like you so he did naturally worry.

↪he started seeing you as someone that wasn't actually that bad to be hanging around with - which further made him regret his actions. and in his own way he would always look out for you.

[rottingpirate]

Hello!! Is there a second part to the cod MIA reader? If not could I request one? ♥️ :)

No, cause I completely forgot about it 😭

'm sorry, here you go broski

M.I.A. reader who comes back pt. 2

Warnings: typical CoD violence, human trafficking, some angst, kinda ooc

Gaz

Gaz shot upright, gasping and sweaty, tangled up in his bedsheets. Another nightmare. No one else is in the room, no one but him and an empty space next to him. The sun was already shining bright and it slightly hurt his eyes.

Y/N should be here. It's been one week since you've been declared as MIA. So far, there had been no sign of you. No demands had been made, no threats, no body had been found…the silence was eating him alive. 

It was as though you had vanished completely, everyone knew that with each minute that passed, their chances of finding you deteriorated.

Knock knock. Captain Price came into his room. He takes a moment as he surveys the room before sitting down on the bed next to him. Gaz didn't have the patience to wait for him to start the conversation. "Did you find them?" His voice came out as hoarse, rough, probably cause he hasn't left his room in the past few days.

"Yes, we found them," He sounded relieved. Gaz' breathing stopped for a second, he started getting up to reach for his clothes, asking when were they leaving, until Price stooped him "but you're not coming."

"What? Why not? They're my partner."

Price pats him on the shoulder and shakes his head. "You have barely eaten in the past week. You haven't trained nor have you left your room...you need to sit this one out, kid." He wanted to protest. He couldn't stay in his bed and just wait, but the look his captain gave him made him shut up. "Okay...just- bring them back to me, please." Gaz let's out a shaky breath and closes his eyes. You're alive.

The rescue mission took a long time. Longer than Gaz would have liked. He was scared, scared of seeing the state you would be in. He didn't want to think about all the gory and bad images that swirled in his head.

Gaz was staring at the ceiling for what felt like hours and he didn't even realize how he drifted.

When he wakes up, his breath catches in his throat, you're standing there with that dump smile of yours. How long have you been standing there? He could instantly tell that you've been through a tough time, you looked a little bit thinner, your face was littered with bruises and Gaz didn't want to know how the rest of your body was doing. It seemed like you were already taken to the doctor, as you already had a cast on your arm and there seemed to be a lot less blood than he imagined there to be.

He wanted to jump up and hug, to kiss you all over and never let you go and he didn't even realize how he started crying.

You sat down next to him, pulling him into a gentle hug while telling him that everythings all right.

Price

“(Y/N)! (Y/N), please respond!”

Price’s tone was pleading, wanting nothing more than his partner to answer. But, the communications frequency was filled with static. “(Y/N), if you can hear me please, respond….fuck, please” He sounded defeated, the much needed response not coming through no matter how hard he tried to wish for it.

"(Y/N)?” Price’s voice was a low whisper in the end. But no matter how hard he was pleading. Begging. You were not responding.

"We’ll find (Y/N). They’re too stubborn to die,” Soap says, standing next to him, squeezing his shoulder gently. “And if they’re not?” “They’re just missing. We’ll find them,” He assures him. Remembering that only made Price’s heart hurt more. 

For three weeks he waited. Fot three weeks he hardly ate and slept. Three weeks of no messages.

Why Y/N? Why not me?

Y/N could be captured. They could be dead or hurt and waiting for help. You decades of experience under the belt, and the chances of you going down during a mission as simple as this one seem slim, but still possible.

Meanwhile...they took you to the other prisoners. The prisoners that you had to save. You felt deeply ashamed when you realized that he had completely and utterly failed. Completely failed.

It was dim and dirty in the little cell that you were held in.

In these three weeks you have grown a lot closer with the other prisoners. There were two girls, who were about your age and a boy, who was maybe around 17. You weren't physically hurt, but definetly weak. In these past few weeks you barely got any food, sleep, fresh air or water.

141 launched a rescue mission couple days after you went missing, but nothing turned up. But this time, they might have a lead. An old warehouse in the middle of nowhere. It wasn't heavily guarded, and their squad would definetly be able to get past them. He couldn't focus as they began planning the rescue. All he could think of was rushing ahead, jumping in the plane, taking every bastard who had touched you down with his bare hands. 

When they arrived Price was anything but his usual professional self, he came in he stormed through the pile of bodies littering the corridors of whatever this building was, firing shots at anyone not in a guard’s uniform. 

"Found them! Found Y/N!" Ghost shouted through the comms and Price sprinted through the hallways to the location Soap was at.

Price quickly helped you up, while the rest of 141 took care of the other people that were there with you. You were unsteady on your feet as you tried walking to the car. Price suggested he'd carry you, but you protested, telling him that it's okay and you can walk on you own.

Price swore that he would love, protect and be there for you for as long as he lived. There was nothing in this life he wanted more. Nothing was more important than you in this moment.

[vante1920pm]

Another idea. Aonung x male reader. But Aonung comforts reader after our poor neteyam death. And then reader starts with the self deprecating talk about how himself revealing that he had issues of self worth for years. Then aonung kisses him and says that he sees him for himself. Very random, I know. But I just had to request it.

──;; 𝐈 𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ★☆

★ 𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲: i love the idea ! I'm not really happy with how it turned out tho, but i will try to improve !

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☆ 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: ao'nung/male!na'vi!reader

☆ 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: death, spoiler, ooc, not proof read

It was quiet. I only heard the waves of the sea, bringing me some comfort. It all felt surreal, as if I will just wake up from a dream and everything would be back to normal.

But I knew this wouldn't happen. It was real. I saw everything with my own eyes. The way he died and his body being laid in the cove of the ancestors. The only comfort I had, was the thought, that he would now be in peace.

But all that just happened because of me. He took the bullet for me. It should've been me.

I tried to wipe my tears away when I heard a rustle behind me. I just kept looking at the water, not wanting to be confronted.

That was, until I felt someone sitting down beside me, on the sand. The person grazed my shoulder with theirs and I felt their eyes on you.

"Oh, it's you."

I said, looking at Ao'nung, who just stared in front of him. He nodded once with his head, before he turned his face towards me. He looked concerned. Nervous, even.

"You should rest a bit, you've been out for hours." Ao'nung said, still looking at me while I turned away from him.

I shrugged my shoulders, not in the mood for such a talk.

"Y/N, I'm serious. Rest."

I was surprised, he never acted like he cared for me. Maybe his mom or someone else made him talk to me. I mean, why else would he waste his time on me? Yeah, that must be it, someone made him do it.

When I didn't react, Ao'nung tried to pull me to my feet but I resisted. He scoffed and tried it again. Still no success.

When I didn't react, he sighed and threw his arm up. He attempted to walk away, mumbling something I didn't understand, but stopped halfway.

"You know, I don't understand you. Why do you always have to make things so hard?"

"Because I'm not worth worrying about so why do you care that much?" I mumbled it, not actually wanting him to hear what I said, but he still did.

"What?"

I freezed, the embarrassment now overcoming me. Why would I even say that? Now I look like a pick me boy.

I felt Ao'nung coming closer to me, now successfully pulling me to my feet to face him. I looked to the ground, too nervous to look him in the eyes. He put his finger under my chin, to make me look up at him.

My face felt hot with shame, not sure how to react or what to say.

"I don't know what you're talking about. Of course you're worth worrying about. Do you want to end up dead or what?"

"N-no, it's just- I don't know.."

"Look, it's not your fault what happened. It's no one's fault except the one who killed him."

My eyes started to sting with tears and my lower lip shaked lightly. Aonung pulled me closer to him and hugged me. Now I really cried. Great.

I cried about how I'm not worthy and it should've been me, not Neteyam. How I can't do anything, I'm not talented, screw up everything I do. Ao'nung listened the whole time without interrupting me, just stroking my hair while trying to follow my rant.

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After a while I calmed down, everything was silent now. Ao'nung pulled away from me, still holding my arms. He looked at me with a weird expression, wiping the corner of my mouth with his thumb.

"Y/N.. I see you.. stop bringing yourself down."

Without letting me answer, he pulled me in a kiss. It was slow and innocent. It made me feel things I've never felt before. Before I could even overcome my surprise, it was over.

We didn't say a word, only looking each other in the eyes. I, now, realized, that there was someone who loved me for me.

Despite my flaws, I finally felt loved.

© 2023, VANTE1920PM

[jonathanbyersphd]

Jancy and Byler with 001 for the ask game!!

OOH yay!

Jancy first

when I started shipping it if I did: All the way back in s1 the exact moment was when they had their little staring contest after spending the night

my thoughts: Uncontrollable screaming/sobbing mostly

What makes me happy about them: Just the way they care for each other like in s1 when Jonathan slides down next to Nancy after they find out Barb is dead and he waits for her to say something??? gets me every time!

What makes me sad about them: The miscommunication/ "love triangle" ness in s4

things done in fanfic that annoys me: Not that many things in their fics annoy me but I guess in general in the fandom I don't like it when it's implied it's an unequal relationship like one is better than the other? They're both great and bring great things into their relationship

things I look for in fanfic: It's dumb as hell but I love when they call each other stupid little pet names in fic like when the call each other baby??? fuck me up

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: .... no comment (seriously tho as long as they're both happy with a good ending it's ok I can put them back together in fanfic)

My happily ever after for them: Alexa play Sweet Nothing by Taylor Swift

who is the big spoon/little spoon: Jonathan is the little spoon you can fight me on that

what is their favorite non-sexual activity: Investigating, monster-hunting, I like to think they play a mean Scrabble game

Onto Byler!

when I started shipping it if I did: I knew something was UP after the rain fight but didn't start shipping shipping until the end of s4

my thoughts: delusional probably but I have to say in all my time in fandom spaces it's the least delusional I've ever felt about a gay couple in mainstream TV

What makes me happy about them: Childhood friends to lovers, the honesty they have with each other, the "grow together" of it all, THEY'RE BEST FRIENDS

What makes me sad about them: That they don't know their both in love with each other actually

things done in fanfic that annoys me: again not much other than the normal ooc stuff

things I look for in fanfic: Mike Pining

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other:  *bugs bunny no meme*

My happily ever after for them: being in love and happy and playing DnD and Nintendo for the rest of their lives with the money they stole in Vegas

who is the big spoon/little spoon: I think they alternate but mostly Will because he's shorter

what is their favorite non-sexual activity: aforementioned DnD & Nintendo but also scheming and I think they'd make a great comic together

[windstormwielding]

Troy Baker, using something closer to his normal speaking voice.

via What does my muse’s voice sound like to you?

Hm... Not sure if I hear it too too well there myself, admittedly. I’ve a feeling Baker’s voice might be a little deeper than what I might’ve envisioned for Kōta. But, at least it gave me a better idea on what to look for at least, so cheers for that!

That said, I think you actually just helped me find the perfect English voiceclaim for Shigeru (on @bellringerbrawler​) in the process? Strong delinquent vibes with Kanji Tatsumi from Persona 4 here, a splash of pompous and cocky with Pyrrhon from Kid Icarus: Uprising there... Yeah, now that I can hear! I think it complements his JP voiceclaim pick there nicely!

Sidenote – huh, didn’t realize Baker voiced Jin Kariya way back when...

[two-white-butterflies]

Hey , I love your stories so I wanted to ask you for a OS for Aemond. The scene where Aemond snuggles up to his mother when he loses his eye. Imagine instead of Alicent it's Y/N. She is the only biological daughter of Laenor and Rhaenyra. She has always loved Aemond but wants to support her side of the family and wears black all the time too. After Aemond and her hugging like that, everyone is wondering whose side she is on. When she wants to talk to her mother about it ,  she hears Rhaenyra and Daemon plotting her father's death. From that moment on, she disappears from Rhaenyra's reach and looks to Alicent for a mother who loves her and cares for Y/N.

As the years go by, Daemon and Rhaenyra agree Y/N is dead. However, when they are in Kings Landing and the doors open (in front of Viserys) Y/N comes in in a beautiful green dress with a child in her arms and poses a me next to Aemond and Alicent

The Blacks and The Greens | Velaryon! Aemond Targaryen x Reader

Warning: OOC Rhaenyra, angst.

Y/N Velaryon was a delicate princess — though she was more akin to her step-grandmother, Queen Alicent, in terms of femininity. Rhaenyra never really grasped her weaknesses — and was too male oriented to ever pay attention to her only daughter.

She prided herself in having three-sons, completely forgetting that the only true-born one, was her daughter. But Y/N never held a grudge towards her mother — instead she fixed her eye upon different things.

Being 3-years-older than Prince Aemond, she naturally found herself gravitating towards him. (She mostly avoided Aegon because he was a drunkard.) Her and Aemond had a million things in common — from sword fighting, to dragon-lords. He knew all about it.

It came as a shock to you, when late at night — your sworn sword begins knocking at your door. "What is it Ser Pedro?" she questioned tiredly, reaching for the robes on the side of her chair and placing it unto her body.

She opens the door slightly, allowing for her head to peak through the small crack. "There has been a commotion with your siblings, Prince Aemond calls for you, my princess." he informs as she nods lightly.

What commotion could've possibly happened that it would require her immediate attention? She walks outside of her room, and trails her sworn shield.

---

Her lips shudder as a sob escapes her lips, she stares at Aemond's sewn eye. "Will it heal?" she asked with a frown, as the Maester shakes his head. "It will scar, he will bear it for life." he answered as he finished sewing the Prince's eye.

Another sob racks up her body as she shakes his shoulder, her eyes searching for a fury in his. "Who did this to you?" she interrogated as the Prince looks away, knowing that her fury was one to scorn.

"Prince Luce," he answered in a low tone, not wishing to repeat himself. Her face quickly turns sour, her eyes darkening with the newfound information.

She turns towards the door to see her sibling casually entering the halls. She strides towards them, one of the knights trying to pull her back. She had a reputation for being ill-tempered, for what her siblings have done to her best-friend, could cause their heads.

Her hands harshly grab Prince Jace, as all heads turn towards them. "What have you done?" she questioned as the boy looks at her with fearful eyes. Prince Luce opens his mouth, "He stole Vhagar." he defended himself as a chuckle escapes from the woman.

"A dragon was never yours to claim." she responded bitterly, watching as all of the other parents filled the room. "But Rhaena was supposed to mount her," Luce argues as he crosses his arms to oppose his sister's opinion.

"And she didn't, but for all of this to cost Aemond his eye?" she raised her voice, her palms turning into fists. She was about to strike her siblings, until her mother, Rhaenyra, came to their service.

"What is all of this commotion?" Rhaenyra questioned pressing her son's head on her chest. She was never the one to defend her daughter, in spite of Y/N being her only true-born one. Rhaenyra never loved her too, in the same way that she never loved Y/N's father.

"Ask them!" she replied as she ran to Aemond's side, trying her best to comfort his ailing eye. Aemond wasn't always the one for aesthetics, he would rather stay in the mud with all the dirt rather than be one of those shiny knights Ser Criston Cole wanted him to be.

Losing his eye was a badge of honor, one that he would proudly wear. She hugs him too, burying her face in his shoulders. Muttering a million apologies to The One-Eyed Prince.

Everyone in the very room wondered if the daughter of Rhaenyra was not in her side. If her loyalty was to the Hightowers, and her best-friend. Laenor rubs his daughter's shoulders endearingly, supporting her decision and making a stand in her honor.

---

It was first light. There was no one awake yet, but Laenor was. Rhaenyra had allowed him to take his leave and live his life in Pentos. Not thinking about the life he'd be leaving behind here.

He opens the door to his daughter's chambers. Watching as her chest rose and fell down, showing that she was in deep sleep. He smiles lightly. She was not born out of love or lust, but out of duty.

It didn't matter however, because Laenor still loved her. He flicks a piece of dirt away from her face as his eyes brimmed with tears. He was destroying her by being who he was, and leaving would be the only cure.

He closes his eyes, the memory of her birth stored in the back of his mind with the days where she told him that she accepted him. That she loved him for who he was. And that she loved Qarl too, because he provided her father love.

An everlasting one.

He opens his eyes once more, placing a soft kiss on her forehead. Allowing his lips to linger. This would be their last meeting, and it was just as bitter as the first one.

---

Driftmark was beautiful, its beach and tides calmed Princess Y/N. This was where she belonged, with the sand and the sea. Where half of her blood was strong, and never thinned. The Princess was a true-Velaryon, her love for the sea only furthered her claim.

She leaned on the sand-wall, closing her eyes as she tried to mourn for her aunt, Laena. Above her was Princess Rhaenyra and Prince Daemon. Her eyes opened, hearing as they spoke with one another.

Their professions of love did not fall unto deaf ears. But sooner, their conversations went to other topics.

"You killed Laenor?" Daemon questions as he sits down. Rhaenyra hums softly but it was enough for the Princess to hear. "We are dragons, we were always destined to burn together." she replies as Y/N takes a deep breath.

Sadness welling up from her heart. A dark betrayal was looming over the both of them. Her ignorant mother, murdered her loving father in hopes of marrying her uncle. It was cruel, but not peculiar.

She runs towards the castle, fearing that her knees would bend before her. Her hands open her father's doors loudly. She runs towards his bedroom, "Father." she asked of him, but no sound could be heard.

She walks towards the fireplace, and sees a burnt body. She cries loudly, alerting the servants of a possible accident. "No!" she screamed as she took the body away from the fire. Not caring if her hands burned and scalded.

Her loyal knight enters the room after her, watching as his lady kneels upon the ground clutching a burnt body. Princess Rhaenys follows along, she was still wearing her sleeping-clothes. The sight brought her great sorrow too.

"Why did you allow for this to happen!" she scolded, her fists punching the knights that were supposed to be stationed outside of his chambers. Rhaenys kneels beside her granddaughter, wiping the tears away from her purple eyes.

"Who did this?" she questioned as the Princess bites her lips. Her eyes trailing towards her mother who was leaning against the doorframe. Rhaenys catches this too, and stares at the woman behind her.

Her face contorting into the worst shows of melancholy. Her son would be avenged, and their death would be one of the cruelest ones. Rhaenys reaches for Y/N's face, wiping the tears from it.

"Do not weep." she whispers as she places her in her warm embrace.

---

The rift between mother and daughter only grew after that. With Rhaenyra returning back to Dragonstone, and Rhaenys taking Y/N as his ward. Y/N still fancied Kingslanding, and visited on dragon-back once and while.

In those short moments, she was able to fall in love. She married Aemond in a private ceremony, respecting his wishes to marry in the sight of the seven gods. They had few guests, just the King, Queen and Princess Rhaenys. Their marriage wasn't a grand spectacle, but it sufficed.

Rhaenys smiled at the court, taking a step forward and staring at the King. "You break centuries of tradition to instill your daughter as heir. But it's alright, we are Valyrians. Our blood is not the same as men." Rhaenys started earning a raised eyebrow from Rhaenyra.

"It was ever my husband's will that the throne pass through Laenor's oldest daughter, Princess Y/N, then through her son, Prince Laenerion." she added as the King nodded weakly.

Rhaenyra's confusion only swelled more. "Son?" she couldn't herself from questioning as Rhaenys nods. "Princess Y/N and Prince Aemond married last spring. I apologize if you were not invited." she said sarcastically as the doors swing wide open.

There walked Princess Y/N and her husband, wearing dark-green. In her hands, held Prince Laenerion who was still too young to wear anything but white. She smiles at her grandfather, "I was told that I was needed." she questioned as she halted beside Queen Alicent.

"Yes. The Heir of Driftmark shall be Princess Y/N Targaryen." The King announced as Rhaenys smirks in satisfaction. She never cared about name, only blood. And her granddaughter had the purest of all.

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[izumiini]

✎ merman diluc

☏ : injuries, blood, weapon (sword), mention of death, mention of drugs. Fisher!reader. They/them. Ooc diluc, not prood read.

voice mail ⁀➷ ❝ head empty only flustered diluc AND dumb in love reader ❞

Setting sail at a nearby shore, you put down the bag of freshly caught fishes on to the hot sand. Smiling at your work, you knew this was going to make you rich for a while, enough to get through winter.

You huffed, you should get camp ready while it's still day.

Getting a few branches, a few rocks and stealing some of the fish you caught. You started making your dinner a simple fish soup, not too luxurious but good enough to last you a few days.

Far too busy in making your dinner, you haven't noticed the sounds of water splashing around, nor the red peaking through the water. Only when a loud splash startling you were you aware of the red shadow lurking in the water. Your sword in your hand, you slowly approached the water.

Cautious to not fall into the trap of whatever creature is there. Slowly, you were a few feets away from the sea. Only a little. “Hello.”

“ARGH !” the sudden voice startled you, making you fall on your butt. Chest heaving up and down, you were clenching your shirt hearing your heart beating fast. You swore your soul left you.

“sorry. Did i startled you?” a soft, yet deep voice came from the sea. You looked over and saw a ... Man? He looked around your age, possibly older. But how on earth did he get there? It wasn't until you saw the shadow underneath him. It looked like a tail.

“hey, i need your help.” straightforward, that was what you first noticed.

Tilting your head to the side, you simpy stared at him confused. Help? Help him with what? However, before you could ask a tail surges from the water. A flamind red tail, with scales that formed what you think is, flames.

You thought about the old water you drank and suspected if it was drugged and you lost your mind.

But the sight of the man— injured man— looked far too real to be an illusion by some old water.

Still wary, you slowly made your way toward him. Your sword still clutched in your hand. He saw it, but didn't make any comments. Only when you were close, have you noticed the fishing net on his tail and the blood coming from his sides.

Ignoring any stranger danger, you rushed toward him. Even if he wanted you dead, you could deal with that later. For now he was injured and you needed to help him. Who knows maybe he'll reconsider hurting you.

“that's a lot of blood, are you alright?” you worriedly spoke, he was silent for a while but he spoke soon after. “i was caught by some fishermans, they wanted to sell me at some auction or whatever.” you guessed he put a fight.

You bought up your sword and started cutting off the net. You also cut some of your shirt, only the sleeves. Using them as clothes to warp the wounds, there was no need for cleaning as the salt water did it already.

You hurriedly went up your boat, grabbing your aid kit and rushing back to him. Surprisingly, he was still there.

You finished treating him, he didn't complain of the sting, but you heared some hisses and such. When you went to check his tail, water was thrown at you. You didn't even know what happened, all you knew was the flustered face of the man.

“y-you... ! Have you no shame?” you were just as confused as before. You only wanted to check on his tail and now you're called shameless? Weird day.

“i was just trying to check on your tail, those net were made out of metal. They could've hurt you.” you tried to reassure, yet he still seemed unhappy.

Sighing you gave him the kit, maybe he doesn't like his tail touched? What do you knwo about mermaids/mans anyway. “i won't touch it. So here, you saw me heal up youe wounds, right?” a nod. “good, just do the same to the injury on your tail. Of there is some that is.”

You spent the whole afternoon guiding him through the process of healing, he refused to let you touch his tail. He had this adorable red on his ears. Yet you still didn't know the reason why he didn't want you to check it up.

When you were done, he didn't let you say anything before he left. “not even a name.”

Days passed, and mister red hair visited you each day after the accident. You learned his name, diluc. You kept calling his name that to the point he turned red. He did splash you in the face once you started teasing him.

You learned new thing about him, how he comes from a mer kingdom, and he was the first prince. Diluc shared stories about him and his life in exchange for you to tell him of the outside world.— he didn't care for the exchange, but if it means watching the spark in your eyes glow he doesn't mind.—

“soo, about the first day you were here.” you started, he stopped playing with your hair — you asked him to.— to listen to you. “mmh what about it.”

“why didn't you let me touch your tai— OUCH!” a harsh tug on your hair made you scream. You turned around to ask him but you were met with the beautiful sight of a flustered diluc.

He was so flustered his ears matched his hair.

Diluc looked so.. cute.

Now it was your turn to turn red. Both of you were silent before you coughed, trying to diss the awkward feeling. “um you can ignore that question..” he glared at you, but you could tell he had no hatred nor anger towards you.

“you touch the tail of another merperson to show you want to be.. mate with them.”

It was your turn to match diluc's hair. “oh..” he could practically feel the heat coming from you. You both sat there avoiding each other's gaze.

None of you dared to say a word. Too embarrassed to even try. It was silent for a few minutes before diluc broke it. “im sorry, that made you uncomfortable—” before he could finish you cut him off, putting your hands on his shoulders— he shivered at your skin, so cold ontop his burning body— “No! Y-you didn't make me uncomfortable...”

Again, the awkward silence.

You both looked at each other before bursting in laughs, his soft chuckles matched with your loud laugh. Eventually, it died down.

You stared into each others eyes, you could see the love in his eyes, so can he. You slowly leaned into him, with him standing frozen. A million thoughts raced through his mind, unsure what to do.

He simply kissed your lips, traping you in a passionate exchange. All before he stopped even redder them before, diluc just whispered a ‘goodbye’ and swam away from you.

You, however, was still trying to process everything that happened. When realization strucked you, you were even redder than him. Yet you still giggled, you screamed at the top of your lungs hoping he would hear it.

“meet me tonight ! I'll confess properly!!”

[vumming]

all of us are dead — yoon gwi nam “ocean”

requested by : 🏹 anon [ can i request another gwi nam one shot pls? (sorry i love him and there isn’t enough fics about him lol) kinda like a pt2 to my other request but they find a room together but can it be a locker room or just another room that has a bathroom with a shower? reader is covered in blood and gwi nam washing the reader and himself while he keeps praising her for small things like (ur doing so well, that’s it just relax, good girl that type of thing) and he gets her into new clothes that are clean and cuddles her to calm her down. ]

warning : cringe(?) g*i-na*m ooc, suggestive, rqst changed a bit, soft bastard

Gwi-nam lifted you to take a seat on the sink, his hands glide on your clothed soft thighs as he examines your messy appearance. Brushing a few dirt off of your face with the ever so usual tough look plastered on his features. “What exactly did you even do to get this much stuff on yourself.” He sneers at the grime on your face, wiping them off with napkins, disgust written all over his expression.

The white stained in brown and red as he draws them all over your face, holding your jaw to align it straight, his eyes that held nothing but ease and care oftentimes making in contact with yours.

“I escaped from the zombies.” You resisted the urge to roll your eyes at his words and you watched him groan before slapping himself on the face, massaging it until his eyes flutter open to look at you.

“Besides, shouldn't you be more worried about yourself? You're literally covered in blood! And not to mention your eyes!”

“It's not about me, it's about you, doll.” Gwi-nam muttered in response, deep voice barely audible if not for the closeness that you two have.

Frowning, your hands made in contact with his cheeks, cupping them like he does to yours as you stare at him with twinkling gaze. “You matter too! Of course I'll be fretting over you, you're my boyfriend!” Pouting as you shake him—his head to be exact, back and forth like a rag doll.

Gwi-nam's hand left your face to find purchase on your thighs, the other on the marble sink as he tries to stabilize himself.

“H-hey! Sto- stop!”

“No! Not until you realize that you're a mess too!”

“Yah! Stop it or I'll make you more of a mess!” He growls in warning prompting you to shut up and halt your attack, for the lack of better word. “Hmph, that's what I thought.” Gwi-nam adds when he watches your eyes grew bigger than saucers—registering his statement.

“Then make me.”

“What?” Now that, was something he didn't expected. Gwi-nam pinched your thigh with a look that tells you something. He knows for sure that you can be cheeky if you want to but it never fails to left his surprised whenever you'd do so of sort. Even after all the years that he had spent with you—Gwi-nam still felt aghast when you'd dare show him your bold side.

“I said, make me. Of course, unless you wanna chicken out-”

The boy pulls you to his body close by dragging your legs close, growling in your ear with a slight tease, “Be careful of what you're wishing for doll, or I might just take those literally.” Drawing giggles from your lips with you draping your arms over his shoulders, a silent invitation. Gwi-nam nuzzles further in your palm, kissing the inside while his gaze locked with your mesmerizing e/c eyes.

Gwi-nam hummed in contentment at the gesture.

The ambiance seems right, despite the apocalypse, everything is so calm and deadly sweet. He lets your hands map his face oh so calmly and delicately and he found himself leaning in for more of your touch. Eyes trained to yours while they twinkle in delight at the thought of you only admiring him, and him only.

Yeahh, that's right..

It's only him that you should look at like that; eyes set full of adoration and contentment. Gwi-nam, subconsciously knows—and he tries his best to push it all back, that you and him aren't compatible. He isn't enough for a girl like you. He knows it. Yet the boy wouldn't want to leave you.

He wants this, he needs this.

He needs you.

And Gwi-nam somehow came to slowly lean in to capture your lips in a soft kiss, eyes fluttering close when they made in contact. His thumb brushing circles on your thigh and the other supports your neck.

Your hands threads through his locks, tangled yet soft, there's a bit of a slick due to the blood but you pushed them into your mind, Lips parting in instinct when you felt him draw a lick to your plump lips, biting them a bit. Gwi-nam made an entrance, exploring every cavern and ridges, leaving nothing untouched as he fight yours for dominance—shifting your spot, you find yourself pulling him closer; his lean body pressed against yours as he tried to devour you, following along your tug.

Breathing through the feverish kiss, you fought along him. Winning in the end as you get to tangle yours with his, emitting a groan of pleasure to escape his lips, hands sliding up to the waistband of your pants to drop them. A cute small plop was produced when the fabric hits the cold floor of the bathroom.

Gwi-nam felt intoxicated—he feels so vulnerable when with you and he likes it, despite his usual gangster façade that is always on guard. You find yourself bare when he took your uniform off, him parting to take off his as well, unbuttoning them with your feeble hands.

Gwi-nam resume the kiss again, his lips drawing down to your jaw, chin, neck and collarbone. Sucking on the skin and feeling you arch your back, he couldn't help but chuckle at your reaction, vibration not helping. “Beautiful.”

Compliments that found themselves to escape his lips thrown to you when he saw your bothered expression.

Butterflies flutter profusely inside of your stomach, it is known that Gwi-nam causally compliments people, be it through bullying or teasing but this—God, it feels so genuine. So true that your heart can't help but twist in happiness.

With his hands fumbling to reach your undergarments before you stopped his eager hands. Breathing through the parting kiss, “Gwi-nam...”

“Yes, doll?” He breathes, eyes still in a fever along with yours. Your legs closing in on his waist when he tries to pull away from your hold.

“You stink.”

And your lover deadpanned at your words, moving away to smell his body, “Wha- no I don't-”

“With your heightened senses, I thought you'd be more self-aware.” Gwi-nam facepalmed, way to go ruin the room oh beloved y/n—now what?

He moves close to you before lifting you up in his arms, “Then we'll go continue this at bath, yeah?”

“H-hey! Let me go!” But he didn't listened, only grinning when you pout at him.

The two of you ended up warming under the shower, cold licks of water flows down your skin, Gwi-nam washing the blood that sticks to his eyes and face with a slight groan before feeling your warm arms go around his waist, chest against his back that made him crane his neck to look at you whose hair sticks to their skin, eyes looking up at him happily.

“Shit.”

He cursed under his breath when your finger starts to hover on his skin, drawing patterns and shapes as they map along his muscles.

“That tickles.”

“Really?” You giggled at his drawn expenses, hiding his face behind one hand before sweeping the wet hair that restricts his vision. Turning his figure to encase your smaller body into his. “You're brave today.”

“Only because I am with you.”

He hums, “That's right, I'll protect you after all. I said it before, yeah?” Leaning down to boop your nose eliciting a squeal from you. He remembers seeing your scared look when he found out where you hid, terrified and alert— yet almost ready to give up until they shine when you saw him. God, he was glad that you're by his side now. Gwi-nam sighed, his palm takes the curve of your cheek.

“Turn around then, I'll wash you.”

“But I can do it myself.”

“And I want to do it for you so,” following to his words, Gwi-nam gestures with his finger for you to turn around making you comply. Relaxing when his fingers massage your scalp and entangles the knots of your hair. A shampoo that is left from the sports team left there to use. “That's right, y/n. You're doing so well.” Foam and bubbles slides down from your head, the atmosphere made you forget that outside of this room is a battlefield for survival.

From your head to your neck and travelling to your shoulders to knead them, “Relax, doll.” He kisses the skin of your nape, soft and low tone that brought tranquility. His touched relieving you from your stresses, you remembered earlier how lonely you are, struggling alone until he managed to find you.

“Ease up. I'm here.”

And at his voice, your hand creeps their way to hold his. “Thank you, love.”

Your fingers laces with his and Gwi-nam let loose in the moment, laying his head on your shoulder. “Anything for you doll.”

[gentaro-kinniecom]

"I love you my dearest~!"

⇨Pairing: Arashi Narukami/gn!reader

⇨Cw: None! A bit of jealousy if you squint, ooc(?)

⇨A/n: Happy Sunday~! I love her sm <333 This was slightly rushed so I apologize for any mistakes or anything <33.

Producing for Knights was no easy task, however, you were glad to be friends with Arashi and Izumi. After all, you three were in the same modeling company when you were children. It all seemed fun at first, helping your friends out with their schedules, songs and even performances, but then, the war occurred, and Leo went missing for almost a week. Until Sena got to the bottom of what was really going on. Beyond everything, knights' were still together, united as a group. Therefore, things shouldn't be that complicated, right?

"Where's Leo? He's late, again"

"The last time I saw him was in the gardens doing god knows what." Y/n sighed, knowing he probably got caught up in a writer's block. To your surprise, Arashi insisted on going with you, which was common in the daily so they didn't mind.

"Looks like Mama already beat us to it." She pointed towards Madara who seemed concerned as he watched Leo sleep, thinking he passed out or had fallen from the tree...once again. As soon as he noticed you, a smile appeared, waving as they approached him.

"Good morning Madara! I see you found Leo as well" Y/n greeted him as Madara rubbed the back of his neck

"Good morning to you too!! I was just on my way back from rehearsal when I saw Tsukinaga, perhaps he's just sleeping but i got worried like any mama would~" They laughed, continuing the conversation with him as Arashi carried Leo in a bridal style, not bearing to look at the scene in front of her. Madara was clearly flirting with her crush, that he was well aware of.

"Ehem...I think it's time to leave y/n-chan~, Izumi-chan is going to go livid if we don't arrive on time~"

"Oh right! Bye Madara!" They waved goodbye as he smiled, on the other hand, Arashi looked at him with a stare that meant he was probably dead to her. He laughed nervously, turning to leave as soon as they were out of sight

"You know I like them! Why were you hitting on them yesterday?!" She sighed, arms crossed as he sat across from her. He didn't want to tell her how he truly felt about y/n, Madara knew for months about her crush on her producer and childhood best friend, yet he couldn't help but feel guilty about the scene occurred yesterday

"I know, I was just playin' around, mama would never do something to hurt ya" He was partially right about that, but Arashi felt hurt by one of the people she trusts so much

"You're right, I'm honestly scared of losing them you know. But enough of that! I'm going to practice, see you later mama!"

Days passed after that event and she swore things would settle down, oh how very wrong she was. Her worst fear came to a reality, as she watched how Madara wrapped an arm around their waist. Arashi couldn't hold it in any longer, she had to confess her love, she didn't want to lose them to the one person she thought was her friend. Calmly approaching them, Arashi swiftly took his arm off y/n's waist, smiling as she linked her arm with theirs

"Y/n darling I need to have a word with you~" Giggling softly, Arashi gently took them away from Mikejima, her smile no where to be found as she pushed them against a wall.

"You know, I usually don't act like this but, i hate to admit how I'm currently feeling.." With that, Arashi pulled them closer, kissing their lips. They softly kissed her back almost eagerly. Parting away, she smiled, pressing her forehead against yours.

"I've liked you for a while and watching you with Madara made me feel...jealous? I've never felt that way before" She shyly spoke, contrary to how she acted a few minutes ago. Y/n placed their hands on her waist, pulling her even closer.

"I like you too...I'm glad the feeling is mutual~" Hey eyes suddenly widened, a slight blush appearing on her cheeks

"Wait so you don't like Mama? I thought-"

"Of course not! He was just-, nevermind, how about we go out for some ice cream, hm?" Arashi nodded, giving them one last kiss, intertwining their fingers together.

"I love you my dearest~!"

[brainrotfics]

masterlist [04] panic room summary: In which (Name) Madrigal struggles with their gift of freezing time and their inability to talk to their own family. notes: i used like one part of a deleted scene so it's kind of ooc?? warnings: panic/anxiety attack, mentions of death ("you're dead to me"), self-hitting, lack of time perception, memory problems [prev] | [next]

This was the exact reason why (Name) hated working twice as hard. They had spent god knows how long in town, running back and forth between shops and homes, all to pick up late deliveries or find an extremely important item left behind or even prevent a near accident from occurring. And all the while, their pocket watch's hands kept ticking away.

They couldn't stand the sound of it right now. Granted, they couldn't stand the sound of ticking ever, especially when it came to the clocks in their room, but right now that feeling was even worse. So, where else would they go?

They couldn't go to their parents' room. Well, they could, but they didn't want to. Their issue was one that they preferred to keep to themselves.

Their siblings were also off limits. Dolores, bless her, would already know what the issue was. And same for Camilo, too. They were siblings, after all. No doubt they would be able to deduce why (Name) didn't feel like going back to their room. But, despite being relatively close in age (or at least expected age), they didn't know how to properly confide in them. There were moments where they were close and they felt like a connected part of the youngest Madrigal generation, but there were also moments where they felt isolated from them.

But they still loved them.

And since they opted to hide away from their family, they found the one place they expected no one to go to. But, with proper deduction, there's no surprise that this was (Name)'s safe haven every now and then.

"I'm back," (Name) whimpered, gritting their teeth as the stairs creaked beneath their feet. No matter how many times they came here without being caught, they were always scared that one day someone would find them and rip their safe space away from them.

They let out a quiet grunt as they sat on the top step, leaning their head against the green wall. From where they sat, they could barely see the intricate carvings of their uncle's abandoned room. A few inches in front of them were small holes, remnants of the nails that stuck planks of wood in front of the entrance.

They never did find out when Casita took them down. But they were grateful it did.

There were times when (Name) missed their uncle. Plenty of times, in fact. Despite their ever-fading memories, there were days when (Name) found themselves remembering vivid moments with their beloved uncle. Granted, most of those memories were jumbled up with the strange stories their father loved to tell about him, but they would take what they could get.

From what they could remember, they were quite close with Bruno. It only made sense considering the intricacies of their gifts. Both had involved time, after all.

But, once their younger cousin's gift ceremony had come and gone, so too did Bruno. The magic faded from his door, the once relaxing room (Name) (probably) loved to visit now filled to the brim with sand and cobwebs. So, (Name) resorted to sitting just outside of the door, staring up at the wood carving and taking deep breaths as they tried to calm themselves down. Sometimes, the only thing (Name) could do as they hyperventilate just outside the forbidden tower, was throw the very thing that caused them so much pain.

They could always find a new one in their room, anyway.

Taking a deep breath, (Name) drew their arm up, readying themselves to hear the shattering of glass and the end of clock hands ticking and to put an end to their panic until--

"Ah! (Name)!" (Name) jumped at the sound of their younger cousin, who stood just at the bottom of the staircase. Mirabel looked nervously between them and Bruno's door, squeezing and twisting the straps of her handmade bag. "I, um... this--"

"S-Sorry! I'll let you go," (Name) stammered, hurriedly rushing down the stairs. The reason for Mirabel's sudden appearance at the forbidden tower didn't even cross their mind. In fact, the only thing they could think about was finding a safer spot to calm down, seeing as how their previous one had been trampled on.

Why did Mirabel have to find their hiding spot? Or, at least, why did Mirabel have to make it known that she found it when she was already there? Why couldn't she have been there on a different day or even a different hour?

Now, (Name) was stuck in their room because there was no other place for them to go. Is this how Dolores felt all the time? Their hearing was severely overstimulated and overwhelmed by the amount of ticking filling their ears. It was all they could hear and it was also the last thing they wanted to hear. They couldn't even throw their pocket watches around and break them to silence the sounds because they would all reappear within a matter of seconds, dangling from their golden chains mockingly.

"Mamá... Papá..." They whimpered to themselves helplessly. As much as they wanted to keep to themselves, keep their issues to themselves, all they wanted was their family. They wanted to feel that comfort they had felt when they were a child again. "Dolores... Camilo... Antonio..."

They knew they looked pathetic, surrounded by torn calendar pages with messy notes scrawled all over them, alone in a ticking room. They knew they needed to get their act together, they always did, but it was so hard to do that when all you could hear was the very thing you wanted to escape from.

They curled more into themselves, their knees digging into their chest and elbows, the heels of their palms slapping and hitting the sides of their head. The dull sound of skin-covered bone against skin-covered bone was a welcome change to the godforsaken ticking.

Their head was starting to hurt a bit now. How long had they been in here, quivering and cowering on the floor? It had to be a long while since someone was knocking on their door.

"(Name)? Can I talk to you for a second?" Ah, Mirabel. (Name) took a shaky breath through their nose, their hands shaking as they pulled away from their head. Instead of immediately standing up, (Name) interlaced their fingers and held their curled fists to their lips, letting out an equally shaky puff of air. Their breath tingled against their skin, providing them a minuscule amount of comfort.

Finally, they pushed themselves up from the ground, plucking another pocket watch from the air and crudely tying it around their neck. They'll fix the chain later, anyway.

"Sorry, Mirabel," (Name) muttered as they opened the door, rubbing their eyes anxiously as they blocked the entrance to their room, hesitant on letting their cousin inside. "What did you need?"

"I just..." Mirabel looked around the hall nervously, her eyes scanning the home in case anyone were eavesdropping. "...wanted to know if you knew anything about Tío Bruno."

(Name) interlaced their fingers once more, twisting their hands enough to barely force their fingers to bend in seemingly unnatural positions. Sure, they used to sit just outside their uncle's room in search of unspoken comfort, but they weren't actually meant to do that. Their family, namely Abuela Alma and Pepa, drilled it into their brain that Bruno was not meant to be thought about, let alone talked about.

"Why?" (Name) questioned, their brows furrowing in confusion. Mirabel should know better than anyone that Bruno was meant to be buried with the rest of the family's secrets, considering Alma's attitude towards her compared to the rest of her grandchildren.

"Just... please answer the question," Mirabel urged, twisting her bag strap.

"Um... We were about the same age when we last saw him, Mirabel," (Name) sighed, slipping out of their room and closing the door behind them, leaning against it. "Let's see... I think he was really tall. Like really tall. I think I went to him for help with my gift? But, that was, like, for a few months before he disappeared. So, I think he was nice? But everyone else says he wasn't, and you know how terrible my memory is, so I think they had a better grasp on who he was."

"Right..." Mirabel muttered in response. From the way she seemed to physically deflate, (Name) was sure she was disappointed.

"Well, well!" (Name) quickly added, fiddling with their pocket watch. "Um, let's see, let's see--Oh! You know, my Papá told me this story about Tío Bruno! Um, from what I remember, Tío Bruno just... freaked out one day! And he and Abuela got into an argument. I don't think Papá heard what was happening until the end. He said... Oh! He said that Tío Bruno said he was leaving!"

"And what happened next?" At least she wasn't disappointed anymore.

"I think Abuela said something like, "If you leave the Casita, you're dead to me!" And then Tío Bruno just... left."

"...Oh." Nevermind. She was now more disappointed than before.

"Uh... that's all I really know," (Name) mumbles, averting their eyes to the ground. They take a deep breath before turning away, creaking their door open. "Sorry I didn't have much to tell you. I'll see you at dinner."

Before Mirabel could say anything, the door closed on her face.

"The Guzmans and the Madrigals together will be so good for the Encanto," Alma beamed, taking her spot at the head of the table.

"Yes, then let's hope tonight is not a horrible disaster," the elder Guzman commented, her grandson nodding alongside her.

"To a perfect night," Alma announced, lifting her glass in a toast. "Salud!"

"Salud!" The rest of the table echoed, mirroring Alma's actions.

(Name) quietly asked for the closest tray, their father happily accepting the request and passing them the food. Silently, they swatted at their older brother's hand as he tried to sneak a few spoonfuls of food off their plate.

This was a dinner that (Name) wasn't particularly looking forward to. They never did find it easy to interact with people at the table, especially guests they had never spoken to before. They knew their family knew that fact, or at least hoped they did, so it wasn't too worrying to them that their demeanor had drastically changed. This, combined with the episode they had not more than a few minutes(?) ago, had forced (Name) into the quiet persona they always adopted in times such as these.

"I assumed that all was well in La Casa Madrigal," they heard the elder Guzman state as the bowl of avocados was passed down the table. "Though, when it comes to my Mariano, it is always best to see for myself."

"Avocado?" (Name) stifled a laugh as they watched Mariano reach over Isabela, who had initially rejected the offer of avocados, towards Mirabel, who let out a growl as she pushed the bowl away.

(Name) heard the familiar sound of light whispering from beside them, prompting them to look over at their siblings. Dolores had quickly retreated from Camilo's ear as he wheezed, his mouth still full of food, and began to shapeshift. His head changed from Mirabel, to a familiar face of Bruno that he often used to tease his younger sibling, and finally, a deformed version of his own face.

"Ay, Camilo," (Name) whispered, lightly elbowing their brother's arm. He turned towards them, his eyes facing different directions. "Pareces un camaleón. Arregla tu cara antes de que la Abuela vea."

Camilo shook his head, his face returning to normal as he stared at Mirabel with wide eyes. (Name) glances over towards Alma, who was quickly pouring more wine into the elder Guzman's cup. Once they go back to picking at their food, Camilo nudges them and pulls on their sleeve.

"Dolores said Mirabel is in Bruno's vision," Camilo whispers into (Name)'s ear. Much like their older brother had, (Name) wheezes as they choke on the food already in their mouth. Camilo and Félix reach over to pat their back.

Unbeknownst to them, (Name)'s gift had begun to act up immediately after Camilo's whisper. Time had rapidly begun to start and stop as if reality were buffering every second. Once time seemed to calm down, (Name) quickly grabbed their pocket watch, staring at the hands ticking every second.

"(Name)," both Camilo and Félix called, the latter pulling out his own pocket watch and holding it next to (Name)'s. Camilo simply drummed his fingers on the table, using his other hand to lightly rub (Name)'s back.

"It's been... five seconds," Camilo points out, earning a quiet hum from (Name).

"Ah... Papá," (Name) mutters after a few moments, lightly tugging on their father's shirt sleeve. Félix takes a sip of his water, leaning close to (Name) as they lean up to whisper in his ear. "Dolores said Mirabel is in Tío Bruno's vision."

As those words leave their mouth, Félix spits out of all his water, causing Mariano to gasp as the liquid lands on his food and his clothes. (Name) quickly hands their father a napkin, who nods in thanks and covers his mouth. (Name) nervously squirms in their seat as their eyes continually dart to and from Mirabel.

"Mirabel," Alma calls out, her smile and voice strained, "the cream, please."

"Pa," Mirabel nervously smiles over at her father, who returns an equally, if not more, shaky grin, "the cream."

When the familiar sound of Pepa's thundering cloud fills the room, (Name) looks over to see Félix whispering the very same thing they had uttered to him to their mother. As the gray cloud continued to grow, (Name) watched with gritted teeth as Alma pointed up to it, doing the thing she always did to their mother.

"Pepa? The cloud..."

"Clear skies, clear skies, clear skies..." Pepa echoes to herself, threading her fingers through her hair. (Name) goes back to their plate, quietly picking at their food once more. They fiddle with their pocket watch, twisting it and letting it spin back to its original position.

"Mirabel...?" Mariano calls hesitantly, causing the girl to yelp as her head hits the bottom of the table. When did she duck under there? "Everything okay?"

"Everything's great," Agustín chimes in, grabbing his daughter's hand. "She's just... excited! FOr you to propose, which you should do as fast as you can--"

"Yes!"

"Uh, I was actually... gonna..." Mariano begins, before being quickly interrupted by Mirabel.

"You were actually gonna! Great!" Mirabel grabs the back of Isabela's chair, roughly turning it to face Mariano.

"Well, well... since everyone here has a talent, my Mariano wanted to begin with a song," Mariano's abuela explains, lightly tapping her grandson's cheek. "Luisa, could you bring over the piano?"

"...Okay," Luisa sobs, covering her face as she disappears to retrieve the instrument.

"Uh, it's actually family tradition to sing after," Mirabel points out, rushing over to turn Mariano's chair and throw him off it onto his knee.

"...Isabela," Mariano begins, slowly pulling out a box from his pocket. "Most graceful of all the Madrigals--"

Mirabel interrupts the beginning of the speech by launching herself onto the floor, positioning herself in a strange pose, shooting the group an awkward grin as she nods, "You're doing great."

"The most perfect flower in this entire Encanto--"

Another interruption, this time by Luisa. She manages to drag the first leg of the piano over the ledge entering the room, throwing her body over the top of it to sob intensely.

"...in this entire Encanto," Mariano repeats, now opening the box to reveal the ring. Isabela is scrunching up the fabric of her dress, a painfully forced smile on her face as her eyes flicker between Mariano and the ring. "Will you... marry me?"

Luisa, who had continued to try and pull the piano into the room, falls to the ground in another pile of sobs. Pepa's cloud begins to grow over the table, the thundering worsening every second. Antonio's toucan, who had taken refuge in the cabinet against the wall, lets out a frightened squawk and dives down towards Mariano's abuela, who luckily ducks before it crashes into her forehead.

"What is happening?!" She shouts as more birds begin to fly around the room. Antonio's pleas towards his animals seem to do nothing to quell the fear present in their small bodies. Camilo quickly ducks his head, pressing his hands against the top of his head as he cowers from the panicked birds. (Name) finds themselves staring down at their pocket watch as time continues to start and stop once more. Tears begin to fill their eyes as their brain fails to comprehend the position of the clock's hands, each tick becoming more confusing than the last.

"Mirabel found Bruno's vision, she's in it, she's gonna destroy the magic and now we're all doomed!" Dolores hollers, her palms pressed against her ears. Mirabel finally climbs out from underneath the desk, pushing a tray with a green tablet across the tabletop towards Alma. (Name) barely registers the events happening around them, keeping their eyes on the pocket watch while their family turns to look at Mirabel.

Before she could say anything in her defense, the house begins to crack, just as she had said days before during Antonio's gift ceremony. The cracks begin from behind Mirabel, spreading out to cover the rest of the walls.

Dolores covers her ears and her face scrunched up in pain. Camilo finds himself rapidly shapeshifting, his clothes changing to one of the older men in Encanto while his body changes into a small baby with a mustache. Pepa hurriedly brushes her hair over her shoulder, glancing up at the growing cloud nervously. Cracks form below Isabela, causing her to shoot a bundle of vines up to slam into Mariano's nose.

And (Name) watches as the catastrophe unfolds, each second doubled as their gift freezes and unfreezes time.

"Fe...li...ci...da...des!" The cheer from the townsfolk outside is chopped up into syllables from (Name)'s perspective, time still moving in chunks instead of its usual flow. Rain begins to pour in chunks as well, allowing (Name) a second of peace before being bombarded by a second of rain.

(Name) continues to tremble as their family robotically (from their point of view, at least) get up from the table, rushing after the fleeing Guzmans. (Name) barely registers the light touches of their father and siblings on their back, shoulders, and arms, or their quiet whispers of reassurance.

The second youngest Madrigal from Pepa's side of the family often thought of themselves as the black sheep of the siblings, isolated from the rest of the family but specifically their siblings. And, sure, that thought held some sort of truth. (Name) was never really one to step up and speak to their siblings since they never really knew how to talk to them. But they weren't as isolated as they thought they were.

Dolores, as always, could hear the moments when (Name) curled up in their room or by their missing uncle's door, heaving as panicked breaths and heavy sobs escaped their lips. Camilo, just like (Name), had an innate ability to discern something from his younger sibling. He was able to see the little tells they had when something had been bothering them.

His eyes always caught on when they would fiddle with the pocket watch hanging around their neck or when they retreated into themselves when around family or the rest of the Encanto. He knew but he never knew how to approach the topic. He had tried to make them laugh, to distract their overthinking mind from the current situation, but that tactic slowly stopped working as (Name) retreated further and further from him. And he hated that. All he wanted was his younger sibling back.

Antonio, although he had only held memories from about two or three years ago, when (Name) was only twelve or thirteen and he was only two or three, had understood that these moments were unfortunately normal for his older sibling. He grew up knowing (Name) as the silent sibling, more so than even Dolores was. He only acted based on instinct around them, cuddling up to them whenever he could as to treasure the rare moments of familial bonding.

Félix had watched as his child grew up, almost devolving into more of a child than they had been before their gift ceremony. Their attitude had not changed around him, they had always remained close to him. He didn't mind that, what he minded was that they seemed to be losing the precious relationships they could have with their siblings. That had always been his reason for stepping in and pushing their boundaries, hoping to eventually mend the relations he wanted them to cherish when they got older.

"(Name), mi corazón, mi vida," Félix cooed, sliding his hand down their head in a reassuring pat, hoping his voice would reach (Name)'s ears, "We're right here. There's nothing to worry about, okay? Respira hondo por mí."

"Están temblando mucho, Papá..." Camilo lets out a quiet whimper, pressing his face against (Name)'s shoulder.

"I know, I know, Camilo," Félix hums in response, letting out a quiet sigh of relief as he feels (Name) trembling lessen ever so slightly. "There you go, (Name). Just like that."

None of them were sure if (Name) would remember this moment, this unfortunate chance they had to mend their crumbling relationship. They hoped they would because they wanted, no, needed them to know that they would always be here. No matter what happens, they were a family and they would always be here to help.

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[lolibles]

"good night, i love you"| xiao

character: xiao

angst, comfort, fluff (?) idk kinda i guess

synposis: sleep time with xiao!

being an adepti, xiao hardly ever slept. in fact he actually could count the number of times he's fallen asleep with one hand.

even then, the only reason he 'fell asleep' was because he passed out.

though that all changed once he met you.

when you started dating xiao, some how, much to everyone's surprise (even your own) you managed to convince xiao to take short naps every now and then.

and slowly you even were able to lull him to sleep with you.

xiao actually loved to sleep next to you, at first he did it solely to please you, but the moment you snuggled into his chest and your arms were lazily draped around him- xiao melted, he knew he wanted to get used to the feeling.

though he would never admit that.

at first xiao was honestly a little stiff, but he learnt quickly. he likes to be the big spoon- xiao says that he will protect you even while both of you sleep. he also likes that the first thing he sees when he wakes up is you. (it puts him in a good mood, though only a few would be able to tell given his grumpy face)

there are times where xiao is not able to fall asleep though, it was understandable that even at the most peaceful hours of the night his karmic debt would get the better of him.

at times like this xiao would sit up next to your sleeping frame trying his best to calm himself. he would stare at you and focus on the way you breathed, trying to match his own breath with yours. you were like the light at the end of his dark, dark tunnel.

in the past xiao wouldn't have tried as hard to keep himself sane, but now he has you. someone he looks forward to everyday, ever hour, every minute and every second- he knew he had to stay for you.

if he were to disappear one day, he would never be able to steal fleeting kisses when he thinks no one is watching, he would miss the way you laugh with him (or at him), the sensation of your hand wrapped around his would slowly fade away.

sometimes these feelings would be way too overwhelming for the poor adepti. he'd suddenly feel the urge to cry, he couldn't always be so strong no matter how hard he tried.

xiao would try his best to be silent while he allowed himself to cry for once. he never wanted to wake you up.

but unfortunately he isn't the best at that...

lets just say the first time this happened, you were beyond surprised when you woke up.

"Xiao?" You mumbled, slowly opening your eyes and blinking groggily. Upon waking up, you didn't actually notice the sound of sniffles. It wasn't until you felt Xiao tense up after hearing your voice, you knew something was wrong. The sound of him echoed through the room into your ears. The second you heard crying, you shot up to look at Xiao.

Xiao wanted nothing but to teleport away and hide forever, he never wanted you to see him in such a 'weak' state or so he likes to call it. But your hands were quick to cup his cheeks, the moment he felt your soft skin against his face, he couldn't help the waterworks.

"Xiao? What's wrong... I'm here, you can tell me anything." You said softly, caressing his cheek with the base of your thumb. Xiao never felt more comforted in his entire existence up until this day. His arms would find its way around your waist and pull you in for a hug, which you gladly returned. You sat in his lap as he cried into your chest. Your hands rested atop his head, gently combing through his locks while whispering words of comfort into his ear.

It would honestly take a while before Xiao could stop his tears. The poor boy hadn't cried in god knows how long, and he really needed a break at times.

But when he finally was able to stop his tears, he would slowly release his death grip on you (not that you minded, you were more worried about him at this point).

Pulling away, Xiao would finally tell you what had been on his mind.

Xiao is not good with words, so you'd have to excuse some of his poor choice in vocabulary and try your best to understand him. Through when you did, you almost wanted to cry, you couldn't imagine the pain he must have felt- but knowing Xiao he would feel ten times more guilty for making you cry and never open up to you again. So you held back, for him.

"Next time you feel like crying, call out for me. Just like how I would call out for you when I'm in danger." You told him while intertwining your hands together. You gave his hand a squeeze and unexpectedly he squeezed your hand back, causing a small giggle to erupt from your throat. You heard him take a deep breath, and you calmed down slightly.

"I don't think I can live without you." Xiao said abruptly , his eyes puffy and full of sadness. You honestly was not expecting a full on confession, but went with it anyway. Without saying anything, you gently patted the pillow and ushered Xiao to lie down next to you. Xiao was slightly confused but he still listened to you anyway. You pulled Xiao into a tight embrace and placed a kiss on his forehead.

"I can't live without you either, I love you."

"I love you too."

im so sorry i think this is so bad ehsbehjs XIAO FEELS SO OOC :((( its so late im tired and i rushed this so please bare with me,, im sad too and i want comfort :( i want read now but i have classes at 8 and i need to travel across the whole country to get to school so im so dead goodnight whatever

[youbloodymadgenius]

Ivarello (Modern!Ivar x reader) Chapter 2

Moodboard by @quantumlocked310

Ivarello's masterpost here

A/N: This is my entry for @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie 500 Followers Fairy Tale Challenge. It's a retelling of Cinderella. Congrats again, darling 💖

A huge thank you to @mrsalwayswrite , who's a great beta reader and an even greater cheerleader 😂

A massive thank you to @quantumlocked310 , @vikingstrash and @serasvictoria . Thank you for agreeing to collaborate and for sharing your talent with me. Your moodboards are beyond amazing 🤩

In this story, Sigurd is alive. Ragnar and Aslaug are dead, but Lagertha didn't kill her. I took a lot of liberties with the show, I hope you won't mind.

Unlike the tale, there will be no magic involved. Not everything will be realistic, however. It's a fayritale, after all!

Let me know if you want to be tagged 😊

Summary: Orphaned five years ago, Ivar and his brothers have been living with Lagertha ever since. Now 16 years old, he wants to attend Harald's traditional Midsummer party, but obstacles stand in his way.

Warnings: description of car crash; orphaned kids; Sigurd being Sigurd; OOC characters.

Words: 2075

Additional note: In Norway, you are of age at 18.

Enjoy 🙂

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"... don't start eating until your brother joins us."

As he pushes himself down the large hallway leading to the kitchen, Ivar can hear Lagertha's assertive voice. He knows exactly who she's talking to and his suspicions are confirmed as soon as he enters the room, as a very displeased and apparently famished Hvitserk looks at him with irritation before letting out a muffled, "it's 'bout time."

"Sorry, I must have dozed off." Shrugging, Ivar wheels up to the kitchen table, the smell of pizza tickling his nostrils. He must be hungrier than he thought.

"You look like Hel." Sigurd sneers in greeting.

Ivar, without bothering to look up, just tilts his head and hisses through clenched teeth, "coming from you, dear brother, I take that as a compliment."

He can feel Lagertha's gaze upon him and when he turns his head toward her, she is staring at him, the worry obvious in her eyes.

"I wouldn’t have put it exactly like that but Sigurd isn't wrong." She crosses the room and leans over, her brow furrowed. "You look exhausted, sweetie, what's going on?"

Ivar almost wants to laugh. He looks exhausted? No kidding? Yeah, guess what? That's what two sleepless nights in a row usually do to you. At least that's what they did to him. What you did to him, haunting his nights and even haunting his dreams, waking him up with a start, his heart pounding in his chest, the few times he managed to fall asleep. At least, he'd made up his mind early this morning. Hopefully, now that the decision has been made, he'll sleep better. Saturday night, he'll see you again. His heart is racing at the thought and he inhales deeply, trying to calm down.

Unsurprisingly persistent, Lagertha asks again as she places her hand on his shoulder, squeezing it lightly, "Ivar, are you all right?"

He wishes he could just ignore his stepmom but knows she won't let it rest. Unwilling to admit that he owes his restless nights to a girl - to you - he decides to keep his answer vague. "So-so," he mumbles, slightly rocking his right hand.

"You're in pain? Do you need more meds? I could run to the drugstore really quick."

For once, he doesn't resent Ubbe for his well-meant yet patronizing kindness, nor for the pitying look he gives him. Actually, he silently thanks him for the good diversion. As long as his brothers and Lagertha believe that it's his legs that bother him, keeping him awake, his secret - you - will be safe.

Faking a small, sheepish smile, Ivar shakes his head. "Thanks bro, but that's okay, I have everything I need. Guess I should just double-up the tramadol tonight." He winces for good measure, knowing fully well he won't even need a single dose. The pain in his legs today is barely at four, nothing he can't handle.

Once the meal is almost over – which in plain English means that everyone but Hvitserk has finished eating, but thanks to Lagertha principle 'no one leaves the table until everyone has finished, boys', they're all stuck here – Ivar decides it's time to break the news.

"I'm gonna go to the party."

As soon as the words are out of his mouth, the kitchen falls quiet. Even Hvitserk stops chewing, putting his last slice of pizza back on his plate.

Not knowing what to do with the silence, and feeling a little awkward, Ivar explains further, a hand on his neck, "the midsummer party, I mean. Harald's party."

"We heard you just fine, sweetie." Lagertha is the first to pull herself together, even though the disbelief is clear in her voice. As Ivar looks up, his brothers are staring at him, slack-jawed, bewildered, probably wondering what's got into their baby brother.

"Let me get this straight." With widened eyes, Ubbe starts running both hands through his hair, "you are considering attending Harald's party, right? That's... That's what you said?"

"Yep." Ivar shrugs as if it was no big deal. Who is he kidding? Of course, it is! Attending the party is a fucking huge deal for him. There's no way in Hel he'll admit it, though. Not in front of his brothers. No fucking way!

"I'm not sure I understand..." Ubbe sounds cautious and it infuriates Ivar to no end.

"What part of 'I'm gonna go to the party' don't you get, brother? Huh? Too many big words for you?" He wants to keep going but when Lagertha clears her throat and gives him a stern look, he faintly raises an apologetic hand while muttering under his breath, "okay, okay, I'll stop."

Heaving a sigh, he shrugs once more. "Seriously, you don't all have to look so surprised. I just want to go to Harald's party. It's really not that big of a deal."

"But you never wanted to, sweetie. Why now?" Lagertha's eyes are wide open and there's a frown on her forehead as she crosses her arms.

"Why not?" Ivar can't help but raise his voice. "I'm sixteen, Lagertha! Thought I was entitled to a change of heart. Was I wrong?" Pointing a finger successively at each of his brothers, his free hand grabs his push rim, his knuckles white. "The three of you attend every year, why shouldn't I?" Looking directly at Lagetha once again, he asks in a clipped voice, "You're not going to tell me I can't go, are you?"

"Of course not, sweet–" She begins but Ubbe cuts her off.

"Listen Ivar, no one is saying you shouldn't go, not yet at least. As a matter of fact, no one would be more pleased than I if you were willing to go out more. Playing pool, going to the movies, or just having drinks, you know you're always welcome to come along with us. But..." Ubbe groans, rubbing his hands over his face and Ivar stiffens, grinding his teeth, "Harald's party, really? It's not going to work. You know it takes place on the beach, it's not exactly wheelchair-friendly."

Reluctantly taking his eyes off his slice of pizza, Hvitserk jumps in. "Ivar is our brother, if he wants to go, we find a way. That's it - I'll carry him."

Positively surprised, a small smile playing on his lips, Ivar thanks his brother with a nod, glad – and relieved too, because two are always better than one, right? – that Hvitserk, as so often, backs him up. Of all his brothers, he's the only one who sees him first as a sixteen-year-old and not as a cripple.

Ubbe is having none of it though. "Hvitserk, just stay out of this, okay?" He's practically shouting, chin up and chest out. "You don't have a say! I'm the oldest, not you! I don't think it's a good idea for Ivar to attend Harald's party, period."

Hvitserk furrows his brow and for a short moment, Ivar thinks his brother is going to fight back but eventually he lowers his gaze, defeated, before shoving the whole slice of pizza into his mouth. Ivar knows all too well that his brother, who's not the most tenacious of them, hates confrontation, especially with Ubbe.

Unlike him, Ivar is always ready to pick up a fight, even when it's not worth it, even when he is wrong. Today, though, it's definitely worth it.

His nostrils flaring, he smashes his fist down on the table, his face crumpled with anger. "Who do you think you are, Ubbe? You may be the oldest, but you're not my father, okay? So please, just do me a favor, brother, and read my lips." His voice dripping with sarcasm, his bottom lips quivering, Ivar is absolutely livid, "You. Don't. Have. A. Say. Period."

Ubbe is about to retort, his hands clenched into fists but Lagertha raises a hand, shutting him up. "Boys, boys, boys!" Glancing at Ubbe and then at Ivar, she shakes her head, not exactly thrilled with their outburst. "Now, calm down, both of you. Ubbe, Ivar is right. You may be his big brother, you may be an adult, but you're not his father. I know you mean well but as Ivar's guardian, I have the final say." Turning her head toward Ivar, she cracks him a reassuring smile. "We'll talk about this later, okay? Just the two of us."

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Slamming the door shut, Ivar wheels up right next to his bed and, angling his chair just right, transfers over onto his bed before punching the wall, a roar escaping his lips. Big tears of frustration and anger run down his cheeks as Sigurd's words linger in his mind.

He had been surprised when his less-favorite brother had stayed out of the conversation.

He should have known better.

No sooner had Lagertha, Ubbe and Hvitserk left – she to make a phone call, they to join Margrethe – leaving them to tidy up the kitchen, than Sigurd had lashed out at him with harsh words and eyes full of spite.

"You messed up in the head, huh? It's a fucking beach, Ivar, you do realize your front wheels will get stuck in sand, right? Now tell me, little brother, do you really think we are going to carry your crippled ass around all night? Let me tell you, it's not going to happen! There will be so many better ways for us to spend the night. Girls, you know? Lots of them. Am I going to let you embarrass me and ruin my night? No! Not in a million years. And anyway, why do you even want to go? Get real, Ivar, you don't belong there, you just don't. You're a fucking cripple, a freak, an abnormality. No one wants you there. No one wants to see you. The sooner you accept it the better."

He knows Sigurd was intentionally trying to hurt him. And fuck, he did succeed. Ivar had felt so humiliated that it had brought bile to his throat.

At some point, while Sigurd was spitting his venom, Ivar had grabbed the large knife lying on the table and it took all his self-control not to stab his brother. No doubt his shrink would be proud of him.

Now though in his room, and even if he is boiling with anger, the nagging thought that Sigurd had a point, that he wasn't completely wrong, doesn't leave him. And he can see now that, in his own weird way, Ubbe was trying to protect him. By preventing him from going, his big brother wanted to spare him humiliation, pity, and mockery. Hvitserk, of course, had been willing to help, but let's face it, Sigurd once again was right. Piggy-back riding is not really an option anymore, he is too heavy. Plus, if he's being honest, even if it were still possible, it's the last thing he'd want. The mere thought of you seeing him on Ubbe's or Hvitserk's back makes him nauseous. Which puts him back to square one.

The beach is a problem and a huge one. Wheeling in sand is a no-go. It's just fucking impossible. If he doesn't come up with an idea soon, he's not going to be physically able to attend the party. And that's something he doesn't want to consider.

"I need a fucking genius idea!" He speaks out loud, cracking his knuckles, his eyes squeezed shut.

Fuck.

He just wants to see you. Y/N... Just you. And he won't be able to.

Fuck. Fucking sand! Fucking beach! Fucking legs! Fuck– Stop.

Wait.

What... What did he say?

He needs an idea... A genius idea. Genius. That's it.

A slow smile spreads across his face.

Good thing he knows an authentic genius, right?

Grabbing his phone, he frantically slides his pointer finger on the screen, sighing with relief as he finds the contact he is looking for.

"Hello, Ivar," the man answers after two rings, and his voice brings an even bigger smile to Ivar's lips, "it's very sweet of you to call me."

"Hello to you too, you spindly legged, knock-kneed old fool. There might be something that you can do for me. I want to attend Harald's party. It'll take place on the beach. My brothers won't carry me and I can't really crawl about, can I? I wonder if you could help me, Floki?"

Ivar's godfather lets out a high-pitched chuckle before answering, "I'll figure something out, dear Ivar, I'll figure something out."

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[izur-x]

Hi! I was reading your Izuru fics and I absolutely love them. Like 10 out of 10 on all of them. He's such an underrated character so it's kind of hard to find a lot of fics about him for me at least. So when I came across your page I was just so happy 🌟

I don't know if you're taking requests but if you are can I request an Izuru Kamakura x fem reader? (angst to fluff) The reader and him get into an argument that was his fault and they don't speak for a couple of days but finally, he apologizes to her and makes it up to her somehow.

(I really hope I'm not asking for too much🙏🏾)

Fountain

Chara : Izuru Kamukura

Genre : hurt → comfort

Warning : uh idk? Maybe ooc, no. Definitely ooc.

TOW : one shot

Rura's note : hello there, Thank you! I'm glad you like my Izuru Kamukura fics, yeah he such underrated character. Welp, Hope you like this! Let me know if you want some changes.

"S/o, Look. You are getting out-" "of what?!? I know you were a cold hearted, but at least let me show you what is emotions!!" You and Kamukura got into a fight because of him, keeps denying everything what you just said.

Arguing is something Kamukura didn't want to, especially when it is you. "Just because you predict everything, knows everything, can do everything with easily—" "s/o. That is enough." You glared him, you know that he didn't predict this-its not like he doesn't want to, but he can't.

"you know what. I don't care anymore, do whatever you want," for the first time, Kamukura feel uneasy, something isn't right about this. "I'm taking a break from you, goodbye." Kamukura watching you leaving him alone in his room. His heart was aching, feeling uncomfortable.

Kamukura sigh, 'look's like I'm going to be all alone again.' silent took over him, he just stand there–thinking about nothing, this never happens to him before, even if he knows what to do, Kamukura decided to respect your choice, even though it's hurts. "..., Hurts..?" Kamukura stares at his hands, not knowing what to do now.

Everything was boring. Without you, he feel empty. He can't sleep again, through out the night, Kamukura miss your touch-cuddle, head pats, brushing his hairs, everything that you do to him, he missed that. But things are different now.

You aren't there with him. He just laid in bed all the time not knowing what to do, usually, he went on a date with you—but now? Things are difficult for him. But not just him, you were struggling aswell.

Everything thay Kamukura struggling with, turns out that you were too! Suffer from the same problem.

It's been 5 days, you two cannot see each other, though, you two has the same classes. Everyone was curious for what happens. Dead silent everywhere.

Today. You were eating your lunch, at the roof, alone, again. You don't really have any appetite, your friend was concerned by how you eat so less than before. "Hey y/n, are you sure you're okay?" They ask "yeah, I'm fine." You answer softly. "If you need something, I will be there, okay?" You nodded and then left the classroom.

You were heading to the locker, as you open the locker, you found a letter. It doesn't say from whom, carelessly, you go to the park where the letter says to wait. When you were arrived, no one was there. You sigh and take a sit on one of the benches.

You wait, you wait, until you had enough of waiting, it's almost nighttime. Getting up and then head towards the exit. As you walk, someone from behind stopping you, warping their arms around you and burried their head into your shoulder.

You know who it is—But you just stay silent. "..." There's only silent, you didn't know what to do, but you missed how this feeling, when he hug you from behind. You wanted to say something-but can't, words doesn't come out from your mouth.

"s/o, I'm sorry." Kamukura breaking the silent and apologise to you. "Izuru, I—" before you continue, Kamukura turns you around, in a split second–you see Kamukura shed tears a little, and kissed you.

You couldn't process anything at the moment, but when you do, you kiss him back, warping your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss, signing that you were forgiving him. Kamukura feel everything is solve, now he knows.

What solved every his problem, and the answer is, You.

[moririki]

⤷ THE WHISPER OF A VOICE

MIYUKI KAZUYA & TOJO HIDEAKI & NARUMIYA MEI X READER -> 0.8K
a continuation of brief encounters that linger on your mind for a while

REQUEST -> ✰
CONTAINS -> fluff! awkwardness! miyuki being all :lipbite: aka ooc because my characterisation sucks ASS, i don't think i did narumiya's right either it's been a while since he last appeared on the show sorryyy (T3T)
MORI'S THOUGHTS -> hoo wee you guys sure love requesting miyuki huh (not that i'm complaining) also i'm watching daiya again (?) w my friend while watching it where i am in season 2 so that's fun. but seeing how the characters have grown so much is just so sweet sjfjsjfj
<- FURUYA, HARUICHI & TODOROKI

❍ MIYUKI KAZUYA

-> it's basically a given that he's the one flustering you, regardless of the situation that you find yourself in

-> so picture this

-> it's the weekend, you've been given permission to leave the seido campus and you want to go shopping for the day in tokyo with some friends

-> the plan is to meet them in the city centre, so you decide to take the subway there

-> there's a station a couple hundred metres away from the school, anyway

-> and to your pleasant(?) surprise you see that a few of your classmates were in line to get onto the next outbound train

-> among them was miyuki kazuya, one of the two loudmouths in your class

-> you happened to catch his eye at just the right moment, and he sent a wink your way before returning to the conversation he was having

-> you blushed at his antics, glad that he wasn't close enough to approach you

-> the train pulled into the station and you got on, niting that it was crowded full of people

-> you found yourself getting jostled and pushed in one direction, until you practically stumbled into someone

-> "ah, i'm sorry-" you started, only to stop dead as you saw who it was

-> "if you wanted to get closer to me all you had to do was ask," miyuki teased, and you felt the blush return and creep up your neck

-> "shut up"

-> miyuki just laughed as you grabbed the pole that he was also holding

❍ TOJO HIDEAKI

-> it was an honest mistake on your part

-> you were out and about, just doing your thing

-> when you looked ahead of you and saw what you could have sworn was the back of your friend's head

-> you wanted to sneak up on them and surprise them

-> you drew closer, before making your move

-> you pounced onto them, wrapping your arms around them in a quick hug from behind

-> "hey, y/f/n!"

-> imagine the horror when they turn around and it's actually just this random guy LMAO

-> his face was bright red and so was yours

-> "oh my god, i'm so sorry-"

-> "-it's ok, don't worry about it-"

-> the two of you talked over each other in a furious bout of apologies and reassurances while the poor guy grew even redder

-> despite your shared flustered state, you couldn't help but note how cute the guy was

-> it was a shame you were very unlikely to ever see him again, though

-> he finally introduced himself when both of you had calmed down a little and wee starting to laugh over the entire predicament

-> "i'm tojo, by the way"

-> "and i'm y/n"

-> the boy nodded to himself and smiled, repeating your name

-> "well, y/n, did you have any plans for the rest of the day?"

❍ NARUMIYA MEI

-> with final exams coming up, you found more and more of your time being taken up with revising frantically for your subjects

-> that meant late nights and heading straight to the school library when your classes were done

-> you were dedicated, after all

-> after finishing one particular study session and heading out of the library to walk home, you realised that you were now faced with the rather major problem of the intense downpour that was currently taking place

-> while you weren't subject to it yet thanks to the overhang of the building, there was still a good distance between you and your dormitory

-> and of course, you didn't pack an umbrella

-> you weighed your options, on the verge of making a run for it when a second option arrived

-> another student just walked out if the library, and you watched as they took one glance at the rain before procuring an umbrella from their bag

-> while talking to a stranger wasn't exactly your favourite activity, desperate times called for desperate measures and you didn't feel like being soaked to the bone by the time you got back

-> "um, excuse me?" you walked up to them, hesitantly

-> the boy looked up, blue eyes meeting your own piercingly

-> "do you mind sharing the umbrella? if you're heading back to the dorms, that is"

-> some hostility seemed to die out in the boy's eyes as he blinked in surprise

-> "oh, sure"

-> it was a silent affair as you trudged along next to him in an awkward silence

-> but hey, at least you were dry

-> "i'm y/l/n y/n, and you are?" your voice cut through the silence

-> the boy just stared at you in confusion

-> "do you really not know who i am?"

-> he looked a lot more offended than he should have. you stared at his face, racking your brain for any places that you could have met him

-> "oh, i'm sorry, do we share a class?" the blond just shook his head, smiling to himself

-> "i'm narumiya mei"

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