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slytherinsmuse · 3 months ago

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⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾ Hidden Moments | Draco Malfoy ☾⋆⁺₊⋆

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Fem! Reader

Warnings: characters are 18+, soft Draco

Summary: Fluff | A reserved new student finds comfort and connection in the unexpected warmth of Draco Malfoy.

Word count: 7557

author's note: Thank you for this request, anon person! I hope you manage to see this because there is no way to tag you. I also really really hope that you like it! ♡

You sat quietly at the Slytherin table, staring down at your breakfast as you absentmindedly stirred your porridge. The Great Hall buzzed with morning chatter and laughter, but it all felt distant, like background noise that didn’t quite reach you. You weren’t used to this place yet—not the towering walls, not the crowded tables, not the countless faces that were still strangers to you. You felt like a misfit puzzle piece, unsure where you belonged in the grand picture of Hogwarts.

Moving in the middle of the school year had been jarring, to say the least. Just a few weeks ago, you’d been at your old school, surrounded by friends you’d known for years. There, you’d felt safe, comfortable. But that world had been left behind when your parents had abruptly decided to move back to England. You were sure that they had their reasoning but now everything was new and unfamiliar, and it felt as if the ground had been pulled out from under you.

Adjusting was harder than you’d anticipated. Your natural shyness and introverted nature made it difficult to reach out, to speak up, or to introduce yourself. You kept to yourself, trying to avoid the eyes of the other students, your shoulders slightly hunched as if to make yourself smaller. Each meal felt like an ordeal, sitting alone at the Slytherin table, acutely aware of the laughter and conversations happening around you but feeling somehow apart from it all.

You sighed softly, poking at a piece of toast, hoping to blend into the background, just another face in the crowd. But the weight of your solitude was settling on you, heavier with each day. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to make friends—you just didn’t know how to start. The thought of approaching anyone, of forcing yourself into an unfamiliar social circle, made your stomach churn.

Just as you were sinking deeper into your own thoughts, you noticed someone sitting down across from you. Startled, you glanced up, meeting the cool grey eyes of none other than Draco Malfoy. He looked at you with a faint, unreadable smirk, his gaze lingering as if sizing you up. The Draco Malfoy—you’d heard his name more times than you could count in the first month since you’d arrived. He was known for his sharp tongue, his confidence, and the way he commanded attention. Yet here he was, sitting across from you, his eyes flicking from your nervous posture to the untouched food on your plate.

“Lost in thought, are we?” His voice was smooth, almost teasing, breaking the silence in a way that felt both comforting and intimidating.

You felt your cheeks warm, your eyes quickly darting back down to your porridge. “Sorry… I didn’t mean to…” You trailed off, unsure how to explain the storm of emotions that came with being the new, quiet girl at Hogwarts.

He chuckled softly, the sound surprisingly warm despite his reputation. “Don’t apologise.” he said, leaning forward slightly. “It’s just rare to see someone so… silent here.”

You glanced up at him again, noticing the hint of intrigue in his expression. It felt strange, having someone like him show an interest in you, the shy girl who barely spoke. But his gaze wasn’t unkind. If anything, it held a quiet curiosity, as if he were genuinely trying to understand you.

The thought made your pulse quicken, and before you could help it, you muttered, “I’m… just not used to this place yet.”

Draco’s smirk softened, and for a fleeting moment, you could’ve sworn you saw a glimpse of something gentler in his eyes. He tilted his head, studying you with a look that seemed oddly thoughtful. “Well, Hogwarts does take some getting used to. But who knows? You might surprise yourself.”

You felt yet another rush of warmth creep into your cheeks as you nodded, hoping your face wasn’t as red as it felt. Draco’s gaze lingered, and in that brief silence, he took in the softness of your features, the subtle beauty of your face, and the way your cheeks had flushed a delicate pink. Something about it made him pause, his usual confidence faltering as he wondered why he found you so… intriguing.

He shouldn’t have been interested, he knew that. He was Draco Malfoy—the boy with a sharp tongue, a cold demeanour, and a reputation for being dangerous. Innocent, shy girls like you weren’t supposed to be on his radar. You were the opposite of everything he was used to, and he was well aware of the shadows he carried, the things that made others keep their distance.

And yet, he couldn’t seem to help himself.

For a moment, he wondered what it was that made him want to approach you. Maybe it was the way you sat there, quiet and introspective, as if the world around you was a whirlwind you wanted no part in. Maybe it was the vulnerability in your eyes, the way you looked both fragile and resilient at the same time. Or maybe it was simply that he hadn’t seen anyone quite as stunning in a way that felt so… unguarded.

He cleared his throat, breaking the silence. “You know, people aren’t always as they seem here.” he said, his voice softening in a way that surprised even him. “Don’t let this place get the best of you.”

Before you could respond, he stood up, his usual mask slipping back into place. He gave you one last lingering look, his grey eyes holding a quiet intensity, as if he wanted to say more but couldn’t bring himself to. Then, with a graceful turn, he walked away, blending back into the bustling crowd in the Great Hall.

As you gathered your things and rose from the Slytherin table, you noticed the subtle, piercing gazes from a group of Slytherin girls nearby. Their eyes tracked your movements, whispers exchanged between them as they took in the fact that Draco Malfoy—the Draco Malfoy—had chosen to sit with you. Feeling the prickling sensation of their stares, you quickly looked away, your cheeks warming once more, and quietly slipped out of the Great Hall, heading toward your first class.

The next few weeks passed in a blur, the strangeness of Hogwarts gradually becoming a little less overwhelming. But the biggest change came from Draco’s steady, quiet presence that somehow became a constant in your days.

It started with him joining you in the library. He would stroll in casually, scanning the rows of tables, and his gaze would settle on you as if you were the only one in the room. Without a word, he’d take a seat beside you, opening a book or unfurling a scroll, but he rarely spoke. You began to understand that he didn’t come for conversation; he came for the silence. For the comfort of sitting next to someone who wasn’t demanding anything from him. And slowly, that realisation helped you relax in his company, allowing the quiet between you to grow into something familiar, something that didn’t need filling.

In classes, Draco would occasionally choose the seat next to yours, sliding his books across the desk and flashing you a brief smirk before settling in. During group assignments, he’d gravitate towards you as well, his approach casual, as though it were the most natural thing in the world. You found yourself looking forward to these moments, the way his presence seemed to bring a subtle warmth to the otherwise intimidating newness of everything around you.

You couldn’t deny that it confused you at first—this gentleness he showed you was so different from the way he treated others. You had seen him snap at classmates, mock students with a cold glint in his eyes, and dismiss people with a sneer. His biting remarks were sharp and unkind, making you wonder why he would ever show interest in someone as quiet as you. And yet, here he was, somehow finding his way into your routine.

As the months passed, you relaxed further in his company, almost forgetting the unease that had once overwhelmed you. You began to enjoy these quiet hours, especially when you’d find him lounging in the Slytherin common room on late evenings. Sometimes, he’d settle down beside you on the couch, his body angled toward you as he made light conversation—little things, unimportant things that felt oddly meaningful because they were shared just between the two of you.

You began to notice the softer side of him, the one he kept hidden from everyone else. With you, he was calmer, almost unguarded, and you often caught glimpses of something thoughtful and kind beneath the layers of harshness he presented to the world. He seemed to find solace in your presence, as if you were a quiet refuge from the demands and expectations pressing down on him.

One night, as you sat together in the common room, the firelight casting a warm glow across his face, you turned to him, curiosity getting the better of you.

“Why are you so… different with me?” you asked softly, your voice barely audible above the crackling of the fire.

Draco looked at you, surprised, his gaze searching yours for a long moment. For once, he seemed at a loss for words. Then, with a quiet sigh, he leaned back, his eyes distant yet gentle.

“Maybe I need a break from… everything else.” he murmured, his voice softer than you’d ever heard it. He looked away, almost as if he were embarrassed to admit it. “With you, it’s just… easy.”

You didn’t press him further. Instead, you smiled, a small, understanding smile that told him you knew, that you understood. And as the two of you sat together in that quiet corner of the common room, you felt the invisible line between you grow a little fainter, replaced by a warmth that seemed to settle in the space between your shoulders.

You felt your cheeks flush as you glanced down, fingers fiddling with the edges of your sleeves. Words danced on the tip of your tongue—words that could have told him you enjoyed his company, that he’d somehow become a comforting presence in your days—but you were far too shy to admit it aloud. And yet, there was a small part of you that sensed he already knew, that he could feel the same unspoken bond forming between you.

After a while, you gathered the courage to look up at him, offering a small smile. “Goodnight, Draco.” you murmured softly, your voice barely above a whisper.

His eyes softened, and he gave you a slight nod, a quiet acknowledgment that seemed to hold more meaning than any words could. “Goodnight, Y/N.” he replied, his voice carrying a gentleness that still surprised you.

You rose from the couch and walked up the staircase to your dormitory, your heart fluttering as you replayed the evening in your mind, wondering if you’d ever truly understand why Draco Malfoy of all people had chosen to be kind to you.

The next morning the usual hum of chatter in the Great Hall seemed louder, almost electric with excitement. You quickly caught snippets of conversation from the students around you, words floating through the air like bubbles.

“Did you hear? They have announced the Christmas ball!”

“I can’t wait to see what everyone wears! I’ve already got my dress planned…”

“Who do you think will ask you? I heard Blaise is already planning something big…”

The news about a winter Christmas ball spread through the hall like wildfire, with students leaning in close to whisper about who would be asking whom. You felt a pang of nervousness as the reality of the event sank in. Social gatherings were never easy for you, especially something as grand as a ball. The thought of dressing up, of dancing and mingling with so many people, sent a familiar wave of anxiety washing over you.

In the middle of your anxious thoughts, a new one formed, a quiet, tentative hope that made your heart skip a beat. You couldn’t help but wonder—would Draco ask you to the ball?

As the day went on, you noticed girls from all houses casting glances in Draco’s direction, some giggling behind their hands, others making excuses to speak to him in passing. It seemed that many hoped for his attention, but he remained as aloof as ever, barely acknowledging them. Yet every so often, you caught his gaze drifting toward you, a fleeting glance that made your cheeks grow warm all over again.

The idea of going with him was enough to send a thrill through you, but it was quickly overshadowed by the panic that settled in your stomach at the thought of attending such an event. Draco Malfoy was an enigma, unpredictable at best, and you couldn’t be sure he would want to bring someone like you, the shy, quiet girl he mostly saw in moments of solitude.

That same evening, you were sitting in the library with your books spread out before you. Just as you were starting to take notes, you felt a familiar presence settle beside you. Glancing up, you saw Draco, his usual calm expression softened with the same quiet interest he always showed when you were alone together. He didn’t speak right away, instead opening his own book and letting the comfortable silence settle over you both.

But as you tried to focus on your reading, you couldn’t shake the hope buzzing in the back of your mind, the anticipation of the possibility. Would he, you wondered, break the silence and ask you to the Christmas ball?

Draco’s eyes were slowly flicking over the pages of his book, seemingly lost in his own world. Minutes ticked by, the comfortable silence stretching on as he read. Then, almost casually, he closed his book and turned to face you.

“So…” he began, his voice soft but with a trace of amusement, “are you planning on going to this Christmas ball everyone’s talking about?”

Your breath caught, and you glanced up, feeling his gaze settle on you. Nervously, you shook your head, almost afraid to admit it. “No, I don’t think so.” you murmured, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. The thought of dressing up and stepping into that grand hall, surrounded by so many watchful eyes, made you anxious.

Draco raised an eyebrow, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Not much of a gatherings type, are you?” he asked, his voice holding a teasing warmth that put you slightly at ease.

You nodded, letting out a soft sigh. “I’m… not really comfortable with big events. Especially when there are so many people. I feel like they’re all watching.” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

To your surprise, Draco chuckled, shaking his head as if he found your answer endearing. He leaned back slightly, folding his arms as he regarded you with that familiar, unreadable glint in his eyes. “You’re really something, you know that?” he said, his tone light. “Most people here would jump at the chance to go and show off, to be the centre of attention for the night.”

You looked down, your fingers fidgeting with the edge of your book. “Well, I’m… I’m not most people.” you replied, a faint smile tugging at your lips. Being around Draco had somehow made you a little braver, enough to admit the truth.

Draco studied you for a moment, his expression softening, as if he were seeing you in a new light. “Good!” he said finally, his voice so quiet it was almost a murmur. “Maybe that’s why I like being around you. You don’t care about any of that… nonsense.”

You looked up, surprised, meeting his gaze. There was something vulnerable in his expression, something he rarely showed to others. He paused, as if weighing his words, before finally speaking again.

“Would you… reconsider going? If…” He cleared his throat, his voice uncharacteristically hesitant. “If you had someone to go with who didn’t care about all that either?”

Your heart skipped a beat, your pulse quickening as you tried to process what he was saying. Was he… asking you to go with him?

“I… I don’t know.” you stammered, your voice barely above a whisper. “I mean… maybe if it was someone I… trusted to understand.”

A ghost of a smile crossed his lips, and he leaned a bit closer, his gaze steady and warm. “Well…” he said softly, “you know where to find me if you change your mind on going.”

He rose from his seat, picking up his book, but before leaving, he paused, casting you one last look. “Think about it, Y/N.” he added, his voice just above a whisper. “It might be nice.”

And with that, he left, leaving you alone in the library, your heart racing as you replayed his words in your mind.The idea filled you with both excitement and a nervous anticipation, a warmth that lingered even after he was gone.

You sat alone in the library, Draco’s words replayed over and over in your mind, the softness in his voice, the gentle way he had approached the question. You’d seen other boys ask girls to the ball with grand, showy gestures—flowers that burst into magical blooms, charmed notes that floated through the air, even songs sung embarrassingly loud in the corridors. But Draco… he hadn’t needed any of that.

There had been no spotlight, no audience, no pressure. He’d asked you so simply, as if he already understood that the idea of a big, public proposal would have made you want to disappear. Instead, he’d done it in his own, subtle way—quiet, sincere, and perfectly considerate of your feelings. It was exactly what you hadn’t known you wanted.

A warmth settled over you as you realised how well he seemed to understand you, how he could sense what made you nervous without you even saying it. You’d grown used to people overlooking your quiet nature or not understanding why you shied away from the spotlight, but Draco… Draco saw it and didn’t ask you to change. Instead, he made space for it, like he was offering you a safe corner in the middle of all the chaos around you.

You smiled softly to yourself, fiddling with the corner of your book once again. A part of you still felt nervous, the idea of going to the ball both thrilling and daunting. But another part of you—a quieter, braver part—whispered that maybe, just maybe, you could say yes. The thought of being there, in the midst of all the festive excitement, with only Draco beside you, made the idea feel a little less overwhelming.

With three weeks left until the ball, you found yourself caught between excitement and hesitation. Some days, you were certain you’d say yes, picturing yourself in the glow of the ballroom lights with Draco by your side. Other days, your nerves would flare up, reminding you of how out of place you might feel, surrounded by the dazzling gowns, the lively music, and the endless watchful eyes.

But through it all, Draco remained by your side, unbothered by your indecision. He continued to sit next to you in the library, quietly absorbed in his reading while you went through your own books. Sometimes, you’d exchange a few words or simply share the now familiar comfortable silence. He didn’t push or pry; he simply kept you company, content in the easy rhythm you had both fallen into. It was as though he had sensed your uncertainty and was giving you the time you needed.

Meanwhile, the Slytherin common room buzzed with excitement about the upcoming ball, with Draco’s friends, Blaise and Pansy, constantly teasing him about not having a date yet.

“Come on, Draco, who are you taking?” Blaise would press, nudging him with a knowing smirk. “Or do you plan to go alone, sulking in a corner all night?”

Draco would only shrug, an amused glint in his eyes as he brushed off their questions. “Maybe I prefer the idea of a quiet evening.” he’d reply, his tone nonchalant but his gaze occasionally drifting over to where you sat, studying or writing by the fire.

Pansy, however, wasn’t so easily deterred. She’d roll her eyes, crossing her arms with an exasperated sigh. “You’re Draco Malfoy! You could have anyone in this school on your arm.” she’d insist, clearly baffled by his indifference. “And you’re telling me you don’t even have someone in mind?”

Draco would simply smirk, a secretive look in his eye that none of them could quite decipher. “Maybe I’m just waiting for the right person to come around.” he’d say coolly, casting a glance in your direction before returning to his book.

Every time you overheard these exchanges, your heart would flutter. Though you didn’t show it, you felt a growing warmth at how patient he was, how he seemed unfazed by the usual social pressures that accompanied events like this. Draco could have easily chosen someone else by now, succumbed to the excitement like everyone else around him. But he hadn’t. He was waiting for you, with a quiet confidence that made you feel both comforted and nervous.

As the days ticked by, you found yourself inching closer to a decision. You were no longer as frightened by the idea of the ball, knowing Draco would be there, steady and reassuring as always. And finally, a few days before the event, you decided that maybe you were ready to say yes.

You were sitting in the common room, quietly finishing up an essay when Draco joined you on the couch, his usual easy smile lighting up his face. He didn’t say anything at first, simply leaning back, his presence calm and familiar as always. The warmth of the fire crackled nearby, casting flickering shadows over the room, and you couldn’t help but feel how the gentle, golden light softened Draco’s sharp features, adding a warmth to him that no one else seemed to notice.

Your heart began to race, and you glanced down, gathering the courage to speak. You’d been turning this moment over in your mind for days, each thought punctuated by the question of whether you were ready. But seeing Draco here, just as patient as ever, you felt a small, shy smile forming on your lips.

He noticed your shift, his gaze sharpening slightly with curiosity. “What is it?” he asked, his tone low and gentle, as if he already sensed the weight of your words.

Taking a deep breath, you finally looked up, meeting his eyes. “Draco… about the ball…” you began, your voice barely above a whisper. You watched as his expression softened, the faintest spark lighting up in his gaze. He leaned forward, his focus entirely on you, his expression one of quiet anticipation.

“I’d like to go…” you said softly, your heart pounding so hard you felt it might echo in the quiet room. “With you.”

For a moment, silence stretched between you. His lips curved into a genuine, warm smile, one that seemed to hold a world of understanding, as if he knew just how much it had taken for you to say those words. His eyes softened, his gaze steady and reassuring, and you could see a look of satisfaction flashing across his face as he nodded.

“Good.” he replied, his voice carrying an unmistakable note of excitement beneath his usual cool demeanour. “I’ve been waiting.”

A small, relieved laugh escaped you, and Draco chuckled as well, his eyes never leaving yours. In that quiet moment, with only the crackling of the fire in the background, you felt the weight of your nerves slipping away. All that remained was a warmth in your chest, a quiet thrill that settled in your heart, as if every anxious thought had been soothed by the simple, steady comfort in his gaze.

To your complete surprise, Draco reached over, his hand finding yours, his fingers brushing yours in a way that was both gentle and confident. His thumb traced small circles over your knuckles, a gesture so tender it sent a pleasant shiver through you. You glanced down, unable to hide the blush creeping up your cheeks, but Draco simply smiled, his eyes holding a soft amusement as he took in your reaction.

“I wanted to ask you.” he murmured, his tone low, almost conspiratorial, “but I thought I’d give you time. I know you don’t like… big scenes.”

You nodded, feeling a warmth in your chest at how well he understood you. “Thank you… for waiting.” you replied, your voice soft.

He gave your hand a gentle squeeze, his fingers lingering as he replied, “You’re worth waiting for.”

The words hung in the air between you. You found yourself lost in his gaze, feeling a connection deeper than anything you’d ever felt before. And in that moment, you knew you’d made the right choice. Whatever nerves remained seemed to melt away in the warmth of his touch, replaced by a quiet excitement, a thrill at the thought of the night to come and the promise of a moment shared only between you.

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It was the day of the ball. You stood in front of the mirror, nervously fiddling with the hem of your gown. The soft black fabric flowed around you like liquid midnight, gliding over your frame with a grace that felt foreign yet beautiful. It was far out of your comfort zone—elegant, sleek, and perhaps a bit too daring for someone used to hiding in the background. The gown covered you in silky waves, yet you couldn’t shake the feeling of being completely exposed.

Your fingers brushed over the card your mother had sent with the gown, her excitement evident in every carefully penned word. She had understood your hesitation, always supporting you in your quiet ways, but her joy at the thought of you stepping into the world was unmistakable. Her words were warm, encouraging, and they echoed in your mind as you took a deep, steadying breath.

With a final adjustment to your elegant hair clip, which held your carefully styled hair in place, you glanced at your reflection, hoping it conveyed even a fraction of the confidence you were trying to muster. You could still hear the gentle encouragement in your mother’s voice, and that small, steady reassurance felt like a quiet strength resting in your heart.

As you made your way down the stairs, you were met with the sight of other girls, adorned in gowns of every colour, dashing past with bright eyes and breathless excitement. They giggled, glancing over their shoulders as they rushed to their dates, their expressions alight with anticipation.

You lingered at the edge of the common room, feeling both a part of and apart from the thrill that filled the air. For a second you thought about abandoning the plan, about turning around to hide back into the safety of your dormitory. But you didn’t, you pushed forward. When you reached the bottom of the stairs, you stopped, breath catching in your throat as your eyes found Draco waiting near the entrance.

He looked striking in his formal attire, a tailored black suit that brought out the sharpness of his features and the cool grey of his eyes. He was watching the door, his expression carefully composed, but as soon as he saw you, his gaze softened, a flicker of warmth melting the usual coolness in his eyes.

For a moment, his gaze swept over you, and you could have sworn you saw the faintest hint of awe there, a subtle appreciation as his eyes lingered on the way the gown draped over you. He took a step closer, his hand extending towards you in a gesture that felt both formal and gentle.

“You look…” He paused, searching for the words, his usual smooth confidence giving way to something more genuine. “You look beautiful, Y/N.”

A blush crept up your cheeks, and you managed a small smile, your fingers brushing his as you took his hand. “Thank you.” you murmured, your voice soft. “You… you look amazing too.”

His lips curved into a slight smirk, but there was a softness to it that felt reserved only for you. “Ready?” he asked, his thumb brushing against your hand, sending a reassuring warmth through you.

With a small nod, you felt your nerves settle slightly. It was just you and Draco now, away from the giggling girls and the excited chatter. You stepped into the hallway, your hand in his, his grip steady, and you couldn’t help but feel grateful for the sense of calm he brought.

When you finally reached the doors to theGrand Hall, Draco paused, turning to you. “If it gets to be too much… just let me know.” he said quietly, his gaze warm and reassuring. “We can slip away, find a quiet corner somewhere. Just us.”

The kindness in his words, the unspoken promise of understanding, made your heart swell with gratitude. You felt the tension in your shoulders ease, the comfort of his presence settling over you like a gentle cloak.

“Thank you, Draco.” you said softly, squeezing his hand as you offered him a genuine smile.

As the two of you entered the grand hall, the immediate stares from students around you made you instinctively shrink back, your nerves flaring up under the weight of so many curious eyes. You moved a little closer to Draco, letting him act as a buffer between you and the crowd. Sensing your discomfort, he slid a reassuring hand to your waist, pulling you close in a subtle but protective gesture. The warmth of his touch grounded you, his presence like a steady anchor amidst the swirling noise and lights of the hall.

With his hand on your waist, Draco guided you to a quieter corner where he pulled out a chair and gestured for you to sit beside him at one of the tables. You gratefully took the seat, feeling safer tucked close to his side. His casual confidence helped ease some of your nervousness, and though you couldn’t escape the occasional glances thrown your way, you felt a bit more at ease with him near.

It didn’t take long for his friends to spot him. Blaise, Pansy, and Theo approached the table, each wearing expressions that ranged from amused to downright mischievous. Blaise was the first to speak, his lips quirking up into a teasing grin as he looked between you and Draco.

“Had to go for the quiet one, huh, Draco?” he teased, waggling his eyebrows. “Didn’t want to risk someone who’d actually talk back?”

Draco rolled his eyes, but his hand remained steady on your waist, not moving an inch away. “Some of us value peace and quiet, Blaise.” he replied smoothly, his tone laced with just enough sarcasm to make his friend chuckle.

Pansy leaned in, her eyes narrowing playfully as she looked you over, though her expression wasn’t unfriendly. “Didn’t think I’d see you at one of these, Draco.” she said, her voice teasing. “Or you, for that matter.” she added, nodding at you with a raised eyebrow.

Draco’s arm tightened around you slightly, his tone cool but lighthearted. “I’m full of surprises tonight, apparently.” he replied, glancing down at you with a small, private smile that made your cheeks warm. His friends exchanged knowing looks, a mix of surprise and amusement clear on their faces as they took in the uncharacteristically soft look Draco wore when he looked at you.

Theo crossed his arms, a smirk forming on his face. “Never thought I’d see the day when Draco Malfoy would be so… domesticated.” he joked, earning a snicker from Blaise.

Draco shot him a look that was both annoyed and amused, shaking his head. “Better domesticated than chasing after a loudmouth all night.” he replied, his eyes glinting with amusement.

Blaise raised his hands in surrender, chuckling. “Fine, fine. Guess we’ll leave you two ‘quiet ones’ to yourselves, then.” He winked at you before they moved to join the rest of the crowd, casting a few playful glances back in your direction.

As they walked away, you felt yourself relax a little more, the warmth of Draco’s hand still resting on your waist a quiet reminder of his presence. He looked down at you, his gaze softening.

“Sorry about them.” he murmured, giving your waist a gentle squeeze. “They’re… not exactly subtle.”

You shook your head, managing a small smile. “It’s okay. They seem… nice, in their own way.”

Draco smirked, his expression softening as he looked at you. “Nice might be a bit of a stretch. But they’re loyal. And they’re less insufferable once you get to know them.”

You chuckled softly, your nerves easing bit by bit as he continued to keep you close, shielding you from the attention of the room. The music played on, and though the hall was filled with laughter, chatter, and the dazzling movements of dancers, in your corner of the room, it felt like it was just the two of you. And with Draco by your side, you found yourself starting to enjoy the night in a way you hadn’t expected.

Draco never pushed you to join the others on the dance floor or to mingle with the lively crowd that filled the hall. Instead, he seemed perfectly content to sit by your side, his presence calm and reassuring, as if this corner of the grand hall were your own private sanctuary. He leaned back, relaxed, his gaze soft as he looked at you, and the two of you settled into a quiet rhythm, chatting in low voices amidst the distant music and laughter.

You found yourself growing more at ease, the earlier tension gradually slipping away. Draco had an effortless way of drawing you out, his questions thoughtful, never prying. He seemed genuinely interested in getting to know you—asking about your favourite things, your thoughts on Hogwarts, little stories from your past. With every answer, he’d listen intently, offering the occasional smile or chuckle that made you feel… seen, in a way you hadn’t expected.

And he, in turn, shared parts of himself that you could tell he rarely let others see. You learned about his favourite places at Hogwarts, like a small alcove by the lake where he liked to go to think, or the dusty, hidden corners of the library where he would escape when he wanted peace. He even told you about his love for quiet nights spent by the common room fire, when he could let his guard down without feeling the weight of others’ expectations.

Despite still feeling slightly on edge, there was a warmth in Draco’s presence that made the evening unexpectedly pleasant. He didn’t seem to mind your shy responses, your glances down as you fiddled with the edges of your gown, or the way you occasionally looked out at the crowd with slight apprehension. He simply adjusted, keeping the conversation easy and gentle, as if he understood exactly what you needed.

At one point, the music shifted to a slow, softer tune, and you caught a glimpse of couples drifting gracefully across the dance floor. Your heart fluttered slightly, wondering if Draco would ask you to dance. Part of you was terrified at the thought of being in the spotlight, of stepping out onto the floor where everyone could see. But a quieter, hopeful part of you wondered if he’d pull you in close, if his touch would feel as steady as it did now.

Draco must have noticed your gaze, because he leaned forward slightly, his expression thoughtful. “Do you want to dance?” he asked softly, his tone gentle, leaving you the choice.

You hesitated, feeling a mixture of longing and nerves, and shook your head slightly. “I… I don’t know if I’m ready for that.” you admitted, a shy smile tugging at your lips.

He nodded, a warm understanding in his eyes as he settled back into his chair, his hand still resting on yours. “That’s perfectly fine.” he murmured. “I’d rather sit here with you anyway.”

A comfortable silence fell between you as he continued to hold your hand, his thumb tracing gentle patterns over your fingers. It was a simple gesture, but it made you feel safe, like he was willing to shield you from the world outside your quiet bubble. He didn’t push, didn’t ask you to do anything you weren’t comfortable with. He was just… there, content to be beside you, in whatever way you needed him to be.

As the night went on, you found yourself relaxing more, the low murmur of his voice and his quiet laughter easing the last of your nerves. You’d never imagined that something as simple as sitting beside him, exchanging quiet words, could feel so intimate, so genuine. It was as if he were letting you into a part of himself that no one else got to see, and in turn, you felt safe enough to let down your own walls, if only just a little.

In that moment, with his hand in yours and the soft glow of the candlelight reflecting in his eyes, you realised that this was exactly what you’d hoped for—a night spent in quiet companionship, away from the noise and expectations of the world. Just the two of you, in a space that felt like it was made for you alone.

And somehow, that was enough. More than enough.

You glanced up at Draco, feeling the now-familiar warmth spread across your cheeks, and took a deep breath. Gathering the courage, you looked into his eyes, feeling a small, shy smile tug at your lips.

“Draco…” you murmured, your voice soft, “I… I think I would like to dance with you. Just… away from everyone else.”

His eyes lit up, a gentle smile crossing his face as he gave a slight nod, understanding instantly. He rose from his seat without hesitation, his hand extended towards you. You placed your hand in his, feeling a spark of excitement as he guided you through the hall, weaving between tables and clusters of students, until you reached the doors of the Grand Hall.

Stepping outside, you were greeted by the cold winter’s night air, the faint echo of the ball’s music drifting into the quiet. Draco led you down a pathway lined with twinkling fairy lights, stopping at a secluded spot beneath a large, ancient tree. Here, the soft notes of the music were still audible, blending with the peaceful sounds of the night. It felt magical, almost as if this place had been waiting for the two of you.

Draco turned to face you, his hands gently resting on your waist as he looked into your eyes, his expression warm and inviting. The moonlight cast a soft glow over his features, accentuating the rare tenderness you’d come to recognize in his gaze.

“Is this okay?” he asked, his voice low, as if speaking too loudly might break the spell of the moment.

You nodded, your heart fluttering as you placed your hands on his shoulders, feeling the warmth of his presence wrap around you. Slowly, he guided you into a gentle sway, the two of you moving to the distant melody drifting from the hall. There were no grand gestures, no fancy steps—just the simple rhythm of your bodies moving together, perfectly in sync.

For a moment, everything else faded away. There were no prying eyes, no expectations, just the two of you in this quiet corner of the world. You looked up at him, your cheeks still rosy, feeling the thrill of the dance and the intimacy of being so close.

Draco’s gaze softened as he looked down at you, his voice barely a whisper. “You know, I never thought I’d enjoy a night like this so much.” he murmured. “But… you make it easy.”

Your heart skipped a beat, and a soft smile graced your lips as you looked back at him. “I feel the same way.” you replied, surprised at how natural the words felt. “I didn’t think I’d even be here… but you’ve made tonight feel… special.”

He chuckled softly, his eyes never leaving yours. “I think it’s you who’s made it special, Y/N.”

The music swelled in the background, he pulled you a little closer, his hands firm yet gentle on your waist. You let yourself relax in his embrace, feeling safe and cherished in a way you hadn’t expected.

The two of you moved together in quiet harmony, the world around you seemed to fall away, leaving only the soft music, the gentle sway of your bodies, and the warmth of Draco’s embrace. He pulled you just a little closer, resting his chin gently on the top of your head as you nestled against his chest. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat filled your ears, calming and comforting, grounding you in this perfect moment.

You let your eyes close, feeling the warmth of his body radiate through you, and it was as though you could both feel each other’s unspoken emotions in that silence. The night air was crisp, but in his arms, you felt nothing but warmth.

After a few moments, he sighed, the gentle exhale stirring your hair. He shifted slightly, and you felt his chin lift as he looked down at you. You glanced up, meeting his gaze, seeing a softness in his eyes that made your heart race.

“Y/N.” he murmured, his voice low and vulnerable. He paused, as though choosing his words carefully, his expression uncharacteristically uncertain. “I… I’ve wanted to ask you something for a while now.”

You felt your breath catch as his hand gently traced along your waist, the tender pressure sending a pleasant shiver through you.

He swallowed, and his gaze held yours, steady but filled with a quiet intensity. “Would it… would it be okay if I kissed you?”

Your cheeks grew warm, and you felt a nervous, shy smile tugging at your lips. The question hung between you, and though you felt a rush of nerves, you also felt a quiet, undeniable thrill that made you want to lean in and close the space between you.

Biting your lip, you nodded slowly, your gaze dropping to his chest for a moment before lifting to meet his eyes again. “Yes… I’d like that.” you whispered, your voice barely audible.

A gentle smile curved his lips as he leaned down, his hand sliding to cup the side of your face. His thumb brushed softly along your cheek, his touch tender and reassuring, as if he wanted to make sure you felt safe in his arms.

He closed the distance between you, his lips brushing against yours in the lightest, softest of kisses. It was gentle, unhurried, filled with a warmth that made your heart flutter. His hand held you close, cradling your face as he kissed you again, a little more deeply this time, and you felt yourself melt into him, the world around you disappearing entirely.

When he finally pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours, his eyes closed, a soft smile playing on his lips. His hand stayed on your cheek, his thumb brushing soothingly along your skin.

“Thank you.” he whispered, his voice a gentle murmur in the night. “For trusting me… and for tonight.”

You smiled shyly, your fingers tracing the lapel of his suit jacket as you looked up at him, still a little breathless. For a moment, you simply let yourself take in his warmth, his gaze soft and unguarded in a way you knew he rarely showed.

But instead of replying, you surprised even yourself as you stood up on your tiptoes, leaning in to press your lips against his once more. It was a bold move, uncharacteristic of your usually reserved self, but something about this moment felt right, like it was meant for just the two of you.

Draco’s initial surprise softened almost instantly as he returned the kiss, his hands gently moving to your waist, pulling you closer. This kiss was deeper, filled with a newfound confidence and passion that sent your heart racing. When you finally pulled away, both of you were smiling, his forehead resting against yours as you shared a quiet, almost breathless laugh.

“Oh wow?” he murmured, his voice low, full of surprise.

You chuckled softly, feeling a little more daring than before. “Maybe I should be bold more often.” you whispered, meeting his gaze with a new spark of confidence.

He smiled, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “I’d certainly encourage it.”

In that moment, with the quiet music playing in the background and his arms wrapped around you, it felt as though you had found something rare and precious—a feeling that went beyond words, beyond the excitement of the ball, and straight to the heart of what it meant to share something true.

You weren’t sure what would happen between you and Draco after today. But as the two of you stood together, swaying gently under the stars, you knew that this night was a memory you would hold onto forever.

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simplyluunaa · 9 months ago

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˙⊹ ੈ✰[Love Languages]✰ ੈ⊹˙

-ˏˋ. rules + masterlist ˊˎ-

Fandom: Danganronpa

Characters: Makoto Naegi, Aoi Asahina, Byakuya Togami, Celestia Ludenberg, Chihiro Fujisaki, Hifumi Yamada, Junko Enoshima, Kiyotaka Ishimaru, Kyoko Kirigiri, Leon Kuwata, Mondo Owada, Mukuro Ikusaba, Sakura Ogami, Sayaka Maizono, Toko Fukawa, Genocider Syo, Yasuhiro Hagakure

Warnings: !!NOT SPOILER FREE!! Non-despair AU! Other than that, none!! Just fluff!

Other: Non-despair Junko, he/him pronouns for Chihiro, may have a few misspellings lol

A/N: First post!! Hello, people reading this!! Reblogs, likes, and follows are always appreciated! Constructive criticism is also welcome!! Also, I couldn’t decide if I wanted to make this established relationship or like a mutual crush thing, so I tried to make it so it could go either way. Plus this is like my first time writing ANY of these characters, so please excuse any mischaracterizations or anything, I tried my best!

˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡⟢Makoto Naegi

His love language is Quality Time

I feel like he’d be big into conversation

Doesn’t matter about what this man just likes to yap

If you are also talkative the two of you annoy the fuck out of everyone else because do you two ever stop talking??

But even if you’re quieter, he will talk enough for the both of you

Likes to watch movies and shows with you!!

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˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡⟢Byakuya Togami

His love language is Giving Gifts

He wouldn't be that affectionate of a person side from this I fear

Plus he always brushes it off if you ask

But he was thinking about you!! <3

He’ll legit buy anything that reminds him of you or he thinks you may enjoy

Man is made of money ofc he’s gonna spoil you while also acting like he hates you

Just how he is I’m afraid

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˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡⟢Chihiro Fujisaki

His love language is Quality Time

I feel like he’d be very much into baking with you

Idk man feels like a baker

Also, he’d be the best person to talk to about your interests because he will listen and do his best to remember every detail!!

Do the same for him!!

May or may not install Alter Ego on one of your devices so you can spend time with them while he isn’t around

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˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡⟢Hifumi Yamada

His love language is Giving Gifts

If you like a game or anime…be prepared

He will buy you just so much merch

Figures, posters, shirts, hoodies, plushies, everything

If you’re especially fond of a specific character he will draw them for you!!

Maybe even write a short Doujinshi with a favorite ship of yours if he has the time

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˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡⟢Kiyotaka Ishimaru

His love language is Acts of Service

He wants to be the Prime Minister, of course, he likes to help!

Like, I don’t know, I just have this thought like…

He’d so help you study, and like clean up your room for you

Also, I feel like if you have long hair he’d definitely brush it for you in the mornings

Maybe that’s just wishful thinking though idk

But also if you do something for him to lighten his workload??

He might cry, just sayin'

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˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡⟢Leon Kuwata

His love language is Physical Touch

I just know this man desperately needs to touch everyone around him all the time (no I’m not projecting hush)

Like, he’s always touching someone, like an arm around his friend's shoulder or playfully ruffling someone’s hair

He’s just that kinda guy

He’d also for sure put his arm around your waist or shoulder whenever you’re around

Also, he’d probably grab your face occasionally to just squish your cheeks and tease you

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˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡⟢Mondo Owada

His love language is Acts of Service

He’s a big strong man!! Of course he’s gonna do everything he can for his partner!!

No, but for real, he will do anything you ask of him AND MORE

He’s just a big softie!! And a gentleman!!

Opens doors for you, pulls your seat out for you, if you two are close enough will let you wear his jacket if you get cold

Especially if you're a girl!!

Diya raised him right!!

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˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡⟢Yasuhiro Hagakure

His love language is Physical Touch

Ok, this one is probably gonna be short cause I do not know a whole lot about this man

I feel like he’d be laid back about it, like with Leon

He’s just a touchy person, even with his friends

So expect him to just grab you and pull you into a hug, or ruffle your hair, stuff like that

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˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡⟢Aoi Asahina

Her love language is Physical Touch

You cannot convince me she wouldn’t always greet you with a hug

Like I just know she’s always touching you in some way

Holding hands, or her arm around your waist or shoulder

Even if you two are for some reason not touching, she’d still be incredibly close to you

If you let her she will just stand behind you and rest her chin on your shoulder

She does not care who’s around!! She wants to cuddle you she will do so!!

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˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡⟢Celestia Ludenberg

Her love language is Giving Gifts

Celestia has made a whole lotta money from gambling, so you cannot tell me she wouldn’t spoil you.

You and her cat ofc, can’t forget about Grand Bois Chéri Ludenberg

Also, I’m split between thinking that every gift would be accompanied by a grand gesture, and thinking it wouldn’t be uncommon to just find wrapped gifts on your desk or something

She’s probably very nonchalant with giving gifts (most of the time) but if you get her anything unprompted?

She melts

Like it doesn’t matter if it's expensive or not, it's just the fact that you're giving it to her that makes her go kinda mushy

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˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡⟢Junko Enoshima

Her love language is Acts of Service

But like…in a very strange and roundabout way

Like even without the despair, she’s still…Junko, ya know?

She’ll trip people who are rude to you, help you cheat on homework, forge documents for you

Ya know, normal bestie things!!

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˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡⟢Kyoko Kirigiri

Her love language is Quality Time

I mean, it seems obvious, doesn’t it?

I think she wouldn’t want to push conversation, just being together is enough for her

She’d like to go on walks or drink tea together

A lot of long comfortable silences with her that’s for sure

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˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡⟢Mukuro Ikusaba

Her love language is Physical Touch

I feel like this is less about affection and more about wanting to keep you safe though

Like, she’d wanna be near you just in case someone (Junko) tries to hurt you.

Which opens up a lot of opportunities to touch you!!

She’d probably be kinda shy/indifferent to it at first, but after a while, she softens up and allows hugs and such

Would have her hand on the small of your back nearly at all times

Also is the kind to pull you out of danger/away from dangerous people

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˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡⟢Sakura Ogami

Her love language is Quality Time

Drink tea with this girl RIGHT NOW!!

She’d definitely want like an hour of just uninterrupted time with you every day

Also feel like she’d be big into taking long walks with you, maybe at night or when the sun is setting idk idk

Also very much feel as if she’d want you to work out with her

But if you don’t work out, she may or may not bench press you sorry

Or like have you sit on her back while she does push-ups

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˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡⟢Sayaka Maizono

Her love language is Giving Gifts

Girlie makes a ton of money, she is SPOILING you!!

Buying you outfits, jewelry, expensive makeup, cute plushies!! Anything you want!

Would probably try and take you out on a shopping spree but doesn’t wanna be interrupted by fans

But she would give you her card and tell you to go crazy!! Maybe idk

If you give her a gift? Especially if it’s something you made?? Girl is melting.

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˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡⟢Toko Fukawa

Her love language is Acts of Service

She does stuff for you, but always vehemently denies it

Helps you clean up your room, just to say she was just looking for something

Or makes you food and just says she made too much

If you're someone who tends to overwork yourself, she’ll stay near you while she writes to make sure you take breaks and eat and drink water and whatnot

Which probably also helps her to remember to do those things!!

Win-win scenario!!

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˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡⟢Genocider Syo

Her love language is Physical Touch

Tries to make out with you in public

Will also grope you without warning

Sorry but if you want her to stop you gonna have to do something about it

However, even with all that she can also be really sweet at times

I feel like she’d thrive on cuddles

Even if she does feel you up while doing so

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remlionheart · 10 months ago

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* ˚ ✦ MDNI ✦ ˚ *

Marinade

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ when i first decided that i wanted to write some yuuji angst, i had a v vague idea in my head of what it might look like, but when i tell you that this fic took me for a ride, i mean it. angel boy yuuji itadori finds himself mourning his 22nd birthday rather than celebrating it. sitting alone at a bar, overwhelmed by grief when he's suddenly greeted by the one part of his past that doesn't hurt to look at. 4.9k words. hurt/comfort, angst, smut, fluff, slice of life, shonen, literally everything and anything going on here. i was crying and smiling and rooting for these characters and i'm not sure that i'll ever emotionally recover from writing this, but i'm really happy w the outcome so lemme know whatcha think, luv you ♡ (also shoutout to my girl @bratbby333 for always being my biggest hype-woman and proofreading for me when i've looked at a fic for too long and start to hate it) *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

now playing: marinade by dope lemon

Yuuji hadn't seen you since middle school.

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He remembered you as the girl who had pretty handwriting and a serious affinity for the color blue. The girl who would leave pastel origami hearts on his desk without ever saying why. The girl who'd hide away in the library during lunch instead of eating with the rest of the class. The girl who he'd watch on the bus ride home with a sinking feeling in his stomach, catching the way your eyes glossed over each time the driver stopped in front of your house.

He learned how much you loved to read and write that year. Glancing at you from across the study hall room, secretly jotting down what number was printed along the spine of your book so that he could get you the next one in the series. He'd leave it on your desk before class started, the same way you did with his origami hearts. Never saying a word about it.

He watched you fill countless journals, your face always so concentrated as you poured your thoughts into them. He’d stop by the shopping plaza near his house after school every time he noticed that you’d reached the last page, spending his allowance to make sure there was a new one waiting for you the next morning. Each one he gave you, a different shade of blue.

But it wasn’t until the last day of eighth grade that he finally mustered up the courage to break the not-so-silent-silence the two of you had been sharing for the last 6 months. He sat down next to you, introducing himself even though it went without saying. His eyebrows furrowed a bit when you wordlessly slipped out an earbud and handed it to him. A rare, but visible smile tugging at the corner of your mouth. He held it in his palm for a moment, his eyes drifting along your face as he brought it to his ear, letting the tangled white cord tether the two of you together.

He’d never heard the song before, but he still remembered thinking how fitting it was. Dreamy and melodic - just like you. The singer's voice was full of raw sincerity, adding another layer of atmospheric haze to the already heady beat while the chorus gradually filled the space between you.

He didn't have the right words to explain it at the time, but he felt lucky as he watched you stare out the window that day. Lucky to know how pretty you looked when the sunlight caught the side of your face. Lucky to know which fantasy novels you liked to spend hours losing yourself in. Lucky to know what type of music you listened to when you were deep in thought. Lucky, just to be sitting next to you.

His heart jumped around in his chest when your eyes met his again. Both of you exchanging the same somber smile as you realized what road you were on.

He handed his half of the headphones back to you, secretly relieved at how calm you still seemed despite the fact that your stop was next.

“That song,” he hesitated, the lyrics still swirling through his mind. “what was it –”

But his question came to an abrupt end as the bus began to brake, a new and overwhelming warmth dancing through his veins when he noticed how close you suddenly were to him.

His pupils doubled in size, his breath catching in his throat while you leaned in carefully, pressing the softest kiss against his boyish cheek.

"Have a good summer, Yuuji." you whispered, grabbing your backpack off the floor.

His hand rested where your lips had been, his gaze following you off of the bus. You made it about halfway up your driveway before pausing to look back at him over your shoulder, two lingering smiles blurring past one another as the driver hurried on with her route.

The next two months were filled with sunshine and soccer practice for him. Bike rides and camping trips and basketball courts. His days were usually full, but no matter what he was doing or where he was going, there was one song that was always on the tip of his tongue:

♫⋆｡ ♪ ₊ ﾟ“Do you want me? Just how I am? Do you need me and where I stand?”

One song that would forever remind him of you:

"Let's go steady, let's make a plan. Marinade on that for a little while." ⋆｡ ♪ ₊♬ ﾟ。

And he did.

He marinaded on the infatuation he felt for you the rest of that entire summer.

When August arrived that year and brought everyone back for high school, he was ready.

There were stories he wanted to tell you, questions he wanted to ask you. Playlists he wanted to make with you. Books he'd found while thrifting that he wanted to give to you. Daydreams he had of roaming the halls and laughing with you. Visions of bringing his lunch into the library so he could eat with you. He couldn't wait to hear about your summer. Couldn't wait to catch up with you. Couldn't wait to see you.

Unfortunately for you both though, life had other, much darker plans in store for the pink-haired boy who just wanted to carry around your books for you and hold your hand during passing period.

He was called out of class early on the first day. Forced to leave the building before he even had the chance to see you as he frantically tracked down the nearest shuttle and rushed across town to get to the hospital. His grandpa’s health had been on a slow decline, but after his most recent fall, it had suddenly started to plummet.

Yuuji missed the majority of that week, dedicating all of his time to the man who had essentially raised him. He would bring him food and sit with him for hours even though he was mostly incoherent. He’d tell him about his day and leave flowers by his bedside. He'd watch reruns of old game shows with him that they used to watch when Yuuji was little, completely ignoring the nurses who would say things like, "You need to give yourself a break.”

The hospital staff tried their best to get him to take a day off. To go back to school and live his own life, but Yuuji just couldn’t. His grandpa was the only family he'd ever really had. There was no way he was going to leave him. He ditched the comfort of his bedroom and began sleeping on the cramped hospital futon next to the grey-haired man, teaching himself what each machine hooked up to him was responsible for and what vitals they monitored. He’d sometimes leave throughout the day, but it was only for a couple of hours at most. He'd return with more flowers and books to read to him. By the third week of school, he'd missed almost every single one of his classes, but he didn’t care. His priorities were firm.

Yuuji stayed by his side - day in and day out, until the very end.

When he woke up to the sound of erratic beeping and codes that he didn't understand being called out by nurses, he knew. He knew in his heart that this was it. Amongst the chaos were two sets of shaking hands reaching for each other, his grandpa's last words hanging heavily in the space between them,

“Yuuji... You're a strong kid, try your best to help others, okay?”

He remembered thinking at that moment that there couldn’t be a worse feeling. That he couldn’t possibly have anything else left to lose. He was only 15 and he was now officially all on his own as he watched the only parental figure he had let out his last breath of air.

He had no family, no future, no chance.

Fate was a cruel and calculating thing though. A few days after the funeral, Yuuji discovered that he did have a future. One that was irreversibly sealed the minute he stepped foot into Jujutsu High. He had to let go of everything he'd known in exchange for the damning task of becoming a vessel for Ryomen Sukuna. He had to trade in his mundane role of being a high school freshman for the daunting responsibility of becoming a first-year sorcerer. And arguably the hardest thing of all, he had to give up the simple pleasure of sharing a set of tangled headphones with you to try and save a world that didn't truly care about him.

There was no room for normalcy anymore. This was his new life and it was ending, one day at a time.

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He sat at a nearly vacant bar by himself, staring down the empty glass in front of him, watching the ice melt as he ran a shaky hand along the back of his neck.

It was 4 o'clock and he was only one of two people here this early. The lights and music were still being adjusted by the workers. Cups being stocked and coolers being filled for the inevitable Saturday-night rush that would come in the next few hours. His goal was to be absolutely obliterated by then - to already be on his way back home before the swarm of college students took over.

He paused, noticing the calendar hanging by the craft beer list in front of him. His heart stuttered a bit as he blinked back at the date. No wonder he'd been feeling so reminiscent lately.

He leaned over the counter hoping to find the bartender who'd poured his first drink, but to no avail.

He grabbed his glass, sucking down the very last drop of whiskey it had to offer, trying desperately to drown out the realization that today was his 22nd birthday and the people who should be here with him weren't.

Almost every friend he'd made over the last ten years had been ripped away from him. They were scattered memories. Familiar voices that he did his best to hold onto. Faces, names, deaths that followed him everywhere he went.

Middle school and the innocence of just wanting to hold a pretty girl's hand while she walked down the hallway were long gone. He was an adult now. A very tired and traumatized adult.

He peered around the corner again, half-tempted to jump over the bar and pour himself another drink when the stereo kicked on, an overwhelming wave of pure, deep blue nostalgia flooding over him without warning.

His back straightened, his eyes suddenly darting towards the speaker as the lyrics drifted across his skin, causing every hair on his body to stand up at once.

"She wanted to die by a river. She wanted the tide to come up and drag her away, so that when she's dreamin', she can watch the tree line fall away." ⋆｡ ♪

It was the same hazy melody that he'd spent an entire summer listening to on repeat. He still knew every word, every beat. It was muscle memory the way his fingertips began to drum along the counter when a bartender finally emerged from the back.

"Sorry, do you need a –"

Time stilled, the glass nearly slipping from his hand as your gaze caught his.

"Yuuji?"

Despite how much you'd changed since the last time he saw you, your voice was somehow just as soft as he remembered it being.

He stared back at you in quiet disbelief, guilt quickly settling in the pit of his stomach as he thought about how fucking strange and unexpected this all must feel for you too.

From your perspective, he'd spent all of 8th grade trying to befriend you only to up and leave without even saying goodbye. And now, 7 years later - he was at your work, looking back at you like you were an actual angel, and forgetting every word he knew.

Your eyes stayed locked on his for another moment, both of you studying the person in front of you before you finally let out a shaky breath and smiled at him.

"Here," You offered, suddenly feeling the need to soothe your own nerves too. "On the house."

He tried to tell you that he could pay for it, but it was too late. You were already pouring two shots and motioning for him to put his wallet away.

"Okay, fine. But..." There was a glimmer in his eye as he pulled his glass away from yours. "What are we toasting to?"

The smile he gave you felt like a warm hug. One that you didn't realize you needed until you had it again. "Oh," You stammered, trying to ignore the blood that was rushing to your cheeks. "What about... To old friends?"

He nodded, still wearing the same expression as your drinks lightly knocked together. "To old friends."

He couldn't help but grin again at the little shiver that swept across your body as you finished yours.

Your hair was longer, your features a bit more mature, but your mannerisms were all the same. You were still the girl that was made up of mid-day sunlight, handbound books, and shades of blue that were too pretty to exist in this world.

You grabbed a beer out of the cooler and slid it to him, once again ignoring the credit card he tried to hand you. "Yuuji, relax." you leaned against the counter, resting your head in your hands so that you were eye-level with him. "They're not gonna go bankrupt over a $2 IPA, I promise."

"If you say so."

You both exchanged the same small smile, his finger lightly running along the counter. "So," he cleared his throat, completely unsure of where to start. "How've you been?"

It was a loaded question, maybe even a dumb question considering how much time had passed, but he didn't care. He really did want to know how you'd been. What you'd been up to. What type of things you'd been writing about. What your Spotifty playlists looked like. What you did on your days off. He wanted to know everything. All of it.

"Well," you exhaled, trying to find an easy way to condense the last seven years of your life. "My parents..." your eyebrows furrowed, realizing that you'd never gotten the chance to tell him why you used to dread your old bus route so much. "My parents finally got divorced..."

“Oh shit, I’m sorry -"

“No,” You said swiftly, not wanting him to feel bad for asking. "It was more of a relief than anything. They used to fight, a lot. My mom wasn't always the nicest when she drank... It probably should've happened way sooner to be honest."

His breathing slowed as memories of you with tears in your eyes walking up your driveway smashed through his mind. He'd promised himself that he would ask you about it one day, but he had no idea it'd be this much later on. He'd wanted to talk to you about it as kids. Wanted to know what scared you so much about going home, but he didn't know how. It was the reason why he left journals on your desk. The reason why he never let you go without the next book in your series.

For everything he couldn't say, he tried to show. But he'd failed you on both accounts the day he disappeared.

"My parents separated my -" you paused, eyes dragging to his as you corrected yourself. "our graduation year."

He nodded, doing his best to digest the thought of you walking down the aisle in a cap and gown with the weight of your parents' downfall on your shoulders.

"But, after that," you smiled slightly. “I applied to college and got accepted. Started working here. Got my own apartment. And I don't know...” you shrugged, "I think in a weird way, things happened the way they were supposed to. It was like everything needed to fall apart before it got better, you know?"

He smiled back at you, your last sentence lingering in the space between you as he reached for your hand. He probably wouldn't have understood that sentiment a year ago, but watching your eyes widen while your fingers slowly tangled into his, he knew exactly what you meant now.

"I'm really sorry I wasn't there..." His thumb brushed against the side of your hand, steadying himself as he let 15-year-old him and 22-year-old him come together to say what they had both been holding onto for so long. "I didn't want to leave. I just -"

Your heart swelled in your chest, watching him blink back tears he wasn't prepared to shed. "Life got really hard for a really long time for me too. But, whenever I felt myself drifting... I thought of you. Thought of the way you'd glance at me from over your book during class. Thought of the way you smiled when you thought no one was watching. I thought of you... all the time. And it was like, no matter how dark things got, it reminded me that life could be good, because it was at one point. So..."

Your hand tightened around his, two sets of glossy eyes now staring back at each other as he forced himself to say what he should've years ago. "I'm sorry that I wasn't there, but... I'm here now and I'm not going anywhere."

You were dizzy with emotion. Swimming through feelings that you'd kept buried for nearly the last decade. The thoughts you'd only been brave enough to write down. The overwhelming urge to kiss him again and again and again until neither one of you had any air left in your lungs.

Your mouth opened and then closed, your body saying more than you were capable of with how desperately you were holding onto him.

You weren't sure what you were doing. Didn't have time to think or care about the repercussions of your impulsiveness.

"Hey Mai," You called out, "I'm really not feeling well. Think I'm gonna go home."

Yuuji's head was shaking no, but the surprised smile tugging at the corner of his mouth was saying otherwise. "What're you doing?" he whisper-shouted, watching you run around the bar to grab his hand again.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Mai yelled from the back, but it was too late.

You and Yuuji were already gone, practically sprinting alongside each other, laughing as you booked it across the parking lot.

"First the free beer and now this?"

"They won't go bankrupt over me missing one day." You winked. "C'mon, I wanna show you something."

You may have been leading the way, but he was still the athlete between the two of you, purposefully slowing himself down to not be right on your heels. But when he noticed you starting to pant as the road curved into an upward slope, he reached out for you, gently spinning you around to face him.

"Come here." he knelt down, positioning himself so that you could easily wrap your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck.

He carried you piggy-back style up the hill, the sun fading into an array of pink and orange as you pointed out every bookstore around campus, explaining which ones were your favorites and why. Promising to get matcha with him tomorrow at a local coffee shop you passed. Asking him about his time at Jujutsu High and trying to wrap your mind around what little he was able to tell you as he swore that he'd fill you in on the full story when the time was right. You caught him up on what he'd missed the last three years of high school and how your college classes had been going. You talked about libraries and ghosts and laughed about how in 7th grade he'd joined the occult club just because he thought it'd be an easy after-school credit.

By the time you'd finally reached the spot you'd wanted to show him, the moon had almost completely replaced the sun. Your cheeks hurt from smiling and your hands were full of a mixture of different flowers that he'd picked for you along the way.

"This is..." he trailed off, watching the sky shift into a deep blend of blue and silver. "Beautiful. How'd you even find this place?"

It was an abandoned park surrounded by overgrown trees that overlooked the city, only one rusted swing set left to its name. The hike you had to endure just to find it had more than likely been the cause of its demise, trekking up here with a backpack was hard enough, let alone a stroller.

"I kinda found it by accident." You shrugged. "I was working on an art project and needed a good view of the skyline. I looked up a bunch of different places online, but then I saw this spot and just knew."

Yuuji pulled off his hoodie, sweat trickling down his neck from the late-summer heat as the two of you sat in the grass, his arm gently wrapping around your waist.

There had been so many times you'd sat in this exact same spot by yourself, wondering what the odds were that you were both somehow looking up at the same star.

Your head rested on his shoulder, a warm gust of air swirling around you as you both looked out into the distance, watching the way the stars faded into the Tokyo lights.

"Hey, Yuuji?" You twirled a blade of grass between your fingers, not wanting to ruin the moment, but still needing to be sure.

"Yeah?"

"You promise, right?"

"Hm?" He could hear the concern in your voice, his grip tightening as he pulled you closer.

"You promise that... you're not leaving again?"

"I swear, I'm not going anywhere. And if I do," His eyes returned to yours, his free hand attentively resting under your chin. "I'm taking you with me."

You nodded, warmth washing over you as he traced along your jawline, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

Your fears were lost to his touch. Your worries dissolving into the sincerity of his voice. Your need for reassurance wholeheartedly met when his hand cupped your cheek and his lips finally caught yours. Seven years' worth of pent-up feelings pouring out between the two of you, hands roaming and little moans slipping out between breaths while you tugged on the collar of his shirt to bring him closer. He was gentle but eager. Soft but secure. Perfect, in every way.

He hovered over you, easing you onto the grass as he made a makeshift pillow out of his hoodie for you to rest your head on.

You smiled as his lips drifted from your mouth to your neck, his palm delicately traveling up your shirt, pulling your bra to the side while he helped slide your tank-top up over your head. He kissed your collarbones, whispering sweet little praises into your skin. "You're gorgeous, you know that?"

He rested a hand under your back, steadying you as his tongue flickered across your chest. He took his time, making sure to give each nipple the same amount of attention, still humming things like, "the prettiest girl I've ever seen" while his hand traced over your hip.

He tugged at the waistline of your shorts, looking up at you through his lashes as he began to leave featherlight kisses along the inside of your thigh, his blood racing at the sounds you were suddenly making.

"Does that feel good, baby?"

You whimpered out a broken "yes", practically dripping when his fingers spread you apart. He watched you writhe beneath him, drawing slow but firm circles around you. Trying not to lose himself to the way your legs were already shaking for him.

"Yuuji," you whined. "I -" his mouth was ghosting your center, his fingers still playing with your clit while he held you in place. "I n - need you." your voice was heady, lost somewhere in the clouds the faster he went. "I wanna f - feel you, so bad."

"Yeah?" He smiled, his breath still fanning across your core as his digits prodded carefully at your entrance. He groaned at how beautifully your walls swallowed him. "I wanna feel you too."

Your head lulled back, eyes pointed at the sky while your hand tangled into his pink hair. His mouth was warm and heavenly, his tongue running uppp and dowwnnn your center, saliva mixing with slick while his fingers plunged into you.

"Oh, fuck."

He only went deeper the louder you got, flattening his tongue against you with just the right pressure to keep you saying his name. His ring and middle finger hitting spots you'd never been able to reach yourself. You were clenching around him, your thighs locking around his head as you rocked against his tongue.

"Yuuji - you're gonna make me -" he thought it was adorable the way you struggled to get more than two words out at a time. "Fuck, I -"

"Mhmm, just like that."

He was in the same daze you were, sliding in and out of you feverishly until he finally felt the blissful release of your walls spasming around him. Your body suddenly unable to hold it in any longer as you gave him the privilege of really tasing you.

"Oh my god," he moaned, faithfully lapping up every bit of you he could get, only pulling away when you started begging for him.

"Yuuji -" It was needy and light-headed. "Come here, come here. Please."

The way he lifted his head up, smiling at you with your cum dripping down his chin made something inside you ache.

You pulled him towards you, desperately wrapping your legs around his waist as he began undoing the buttons on his pants. He kissed you, again and again and again, using it as a pleasant distraction while he wriggled himself free.

He took a breath, both of you watching in blitzed out awe as he lined himself up with you. "I love you." he whispered, your eyes widening from the blend of his words and the feeling of his tip slowly entering you. "Always have."

His hair brushed against your forehead as he parted your lips with his tongue, your nails digging into his neck with his first full thrust. You were so tight and warm around him.

He tried to ease into you, encouraging you while also making sure you were comfortable. His voice sweet as honey as he asked you things like, "Is that okay, baby?" and "Aw, you like when I go deep like that, huh?"

Your gaze locked with his, your eyebrows knitting together the faster his rhythm became.

You'd thought about this moment before. Thought about what it might feel like, but nothing could've prepared you for the way your heart would race at the sound of him moaning, "You're doing so good for me." The way he'd hold you, looking back at you with stars in his eyes as he filled every inch of you.

"Yuuji -"

"Let it out, baby. S'okay." He whispered, his hand reaching for yours. "I've got you."

Your vision was blurred by the feeling of his tip meeting your cervix, warm summer air brushing against your skin as you reached your breaking point.

"I love you." The words left your mouth so fast you barely had time to register them, but then... they wouldn't stop. It was the only phrase you remembered how to say. The only emotion you remembered how to feel. "I love you." you whimpered again, feeling yourself tighten around him as your confession became more frantic. "Oh - mygod, Yuuji. I love you. I love you. I love - you."

His movements were suddenly beyond his control, his body completely succumbing to the grip of yours. "Fuck, baby - I -" He didn't know if he should pull out. Didn't know if he could pull out. His head was everywhere, his mouth dropping open the longer he watched you.

Your legs locked around him in heady reassurance. "Mm'mm, d - don't stop." You panted. "Cum with me."

It was a sentence he'd only ever thought he'd be lucky enough to hear you say in his dreams.

His hips stilled after one more thrust, your walls holding him tight as he began to twitch inside you. His forehead pressed against yours, his arms struggling to keep him propped up.

You exchanged the same exhausted smirk, leaning up to kiss him while he carefully pulled out of you. A blend of fluids spilling out onto the grass beneath you as he laid by your side with his forearm over his face, trying to regain his composure.

There was a calm silence that settled between you, the both of you looking up at the stars before you rolled over to reach for your shorts, letting him catch his breath while you dug something out of the back pocket.

"Here." You said, unraveling a tangled pair of headphones and handing him one.

His eyes widened with the same curiosity they had 7 years ago as he held it to his ear, your head resting on his chest while a song he knew all too well flowed through the small speakers connecting you. A smile splitting across his face as he held you closer.

"You know, I think you were right." he exhaled, running light fingertips along your arm. "Everything did have to fall apart before it got better."

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n4nikeni · 1 year ago

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GAME OVER !

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Character : Satoru Gojo

-summary : Gojo loses in his game and takes his anger out on you <3

- 18+ / NSFW

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"Told you I won't be going easy on you Gojo!" Geto says from the other line.

Gojo was currently playing this brand new videogame with getou, you were there sitting on the bed, watching your daily show episodes since your boyfriend was too caught up on that game with his best friend. After a while, you heard gojo groan and getou laughing loudly on that phone call, you assumed that gojo lost in the game and..you were correct. Gojo turned off his PC off and cut the call, you put down your phone to comfort him but as you were about to get up from the bed, he walked towards you and pushed you back on the soft mattress. "I'm so pissed off baby" he sighed and sat on his knees, looking down at you, his eyes were a dark shade of blue. You felt your body tensing when his cold hands touched up your thighs, dangerously close to your cunt, his fingers pressed on your clit, going up and down on that thin clothing which was separating his fingers from your cunny:( "Want to be a good girlfriend and help me relax? Yeah babe?" He pulls your panties down and his index finger immediately goes to your entrance, pushing it inside you slowly, you let out a small moan.

Gojo was between your legs now, he was lapping at your wet cunt so harshly, his tongue abusing your pussy and your hole for so long, sucking and biting at your clit every now and then just to make you scream his name. You came 2 times already, and Gojo just can't get enough. You were pulling on his soft hair, trying to get him off of you. "Don't push me off like that love, jus' trying to relax"

Gojo pulled down his gray sweatpants and you saw his hard cock, it was so veiny and the tip was a very light red colour, he leaned down, his face inches away from yours, he was looking down at his cock gathering all your slick from between your folds. He looked up at you and smiled, pushing it in slowly, you were whimpering under him "it's...s-so big—Ngh~"

"And you're gonna take all of it baby, every inch of me. I'm going to fill you up with my cum, you'll be so full of me, just how I like it♡"

A/n- nvm gojo don't even sound angry I think he's just..??? Idk bro my exams r near I gotta study goodbye⁉️🗣️🙏

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sunofpandora · 1 year ago

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𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒔 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

ᴠᴏʟᴜᴍᴇ : ▮▮▮▮▮▮▯▯▯

↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : Angel

𝘽𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚, 𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡 𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙧

𝙏𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙖 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨

𝙂𝙤𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙩, 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙡 🏹🤍

About The Writer

┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ✯ Solana/18/capricorn

(sola, sol, ana, sunny, etc.)

┊ ┊ ┊ ✯ I surf 🏄‍♀️

┊ ┊ ✯ art and film student

┊ ✯ Zuni, Apache, Black, and Trinidadian/Caribbean

✯ Benedict Bridgerton is everything to me .

𝓕𝓤𝓝 𝓕𝓐𝓒𝓣𝓢

☆I’m currently living in the US but I’ve kinda lived all over.

☆The last place I lived was New Zealand, and I travel a lot with my partner who studies cultural architecture.

☆ I use my real name lol. feel free to call me Sol, or Lana, or whatever!

☆ I have two cats, one named Dolores, and another named Trudy (after the avatar 2009 character), and one dog named Amori

☆ I speak French, Spanish, English, and Shiwi (Zuni Language.)

☆ I study art and film, specifically story structure and cinematography.

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✮I write for any gender x any gender reader inserts.

☽ y/n will most likely be poc coded (non-euro centric features described, etc.)

R U L E S A N D D E T A I L S

Nsfw is aloud but nothing crazy. (By that I’m not calling any of anyone’s kinks “crazy” what I mean like super, super intense bdsm, knife play, gun play, blood kinks, incest, stepcest, (let’s just say anything ending in ‘cest’ is a no.) and everything MUST be consensual.)

I’m a bit hesitant about writing human x na’vi nsfw and I probably won’t write human reader x na’vi fluff. It’s just I have a hard time visually imagining a human and a na’vi having sex without an avatar body. I am not against the idea in any way, but the general concept does throw me off a bit (I always imagine some type of detrimental injury occurring bc we are so smol compared to na’vi)

In all, I’m not the biggest fan of writing for a human reader, and will probably turn down requests for a human x Na’vi fic.

I will however, absolutely write for avatar reader x na’vi character of any sort! Or even a half-human half na’vi reader or some kind of biracial na’vi? (I’ve seen that concept a few times in the fandom an it’s honestly so much fun)

I do allow things like comfort for self harm, abuse, traumatic experiences, racism, etc. but these things will never be romanticized.

Y/n won’t have a name. Sorry, I just don’t see the point in x reader if the reader has a name. I will always refer to them as Y/n.

I write for a female reader for the most part but please, if you want any other pronouns please let me know in your request.

Y/n will always be of any size! That includes plus size or on the skinnier size. If you would like me to specify that in your request let me know.

I do age up my characters. If you don’t like it you can head out.

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T H E H E A V E N S

Details: Each character has their own sky object or natural phenomenon. Works and fics are found underneath the collages.

(important! This masterlist is not yet finished! More characters will be added later!!)

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"Everything is backwards now, like out there is the true world, and in here is the dream."

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Kiri Sully-

𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼

Sky object: crepuscular rays, Neptune 🌀

Works:

None, currently.

Lo’ak Sully

“Lo’ak was an anarchist of his own recklessness. His gaze grazed with fire unapologetically unable to sit still.

Sometimes the smoke and ash become a haze of intangible adrenaline. preservations for one’s safety wither away under the charred sky.”

Sky object:

Mars

Rainstorms

Works:

None currently.

Neteyam sully

Sky object:

Golden hour

Sun rays

Works:

Diphanous part 1

Diphanous part 2

Virago Series 🏹:

Spotify playlist

Chapter 1. Day the sky turned red

Chapter 2. The son sun made out of stone.

Chapter 3 part 1: Cupid wears a blindfold

Chapter 3 part 2: Aim your arrow at his heart as he holds it out for you to ruin.

Chapter 3 part 3.: Surrender to his saubade, he has set his soul and sin ablaze (to be yours)

Chapter 4: Nice going, Romeo.

Chapter 5: Honey, you’re familiar

More characters coming soon!

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#avatar the way of water #neteyam x reader #jake avatar #neteyam sully #neteyam #neytiri #kiri sully #avatar fanfiction #lo’ak x reader #neteyam x you

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interloved · 9 months ago

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MASTERLIST.

♡ — smut

✮ — suggestive drabble

☾ — fluff

you can read random drabbles about random characters from different fandoms here!

avatar.

✎ CHARACTERS I WRITE FOR: jake sully, tonowari!

works:

♡ BABYDOLL?: you’re not supposed to touch jake sully and/or tonowari—not in that way, anyway. actually, you’re not supposed to touch them in any specific way, yet you somehow still end up pinned down beneath them though, even though you’re much, much younger.

(nsfw hc’s for jake and tonowari as doms and subs + reader with age gap!) (seperated)

genshin impact.

✎ CHARACTERS I WRITE FOR: every character who’s not underage or female!

works:

♡ BABY, LOVE!: the genshin characters above as tutors / professors, who’ll give you study sessions… or should we say, study sessions in love? (feat. diluc, kazuha, childe, zhongli, albedo and xiao)

♡ BABY, LOVE! Part Two: the genshin characters above as tutors / professors, who’ll give you study sessions… or should we say, study sessions in love? (feat. scaramouche, aether, itto, cyno)

☾ Cupid’s Arrow: the love languages of genshin characters (feat. diluc, kazuha, childe, zhongli)

outerbanks.

✎ CHARACTERS I WRITE FOR: rafe cameron, john b, jj maybank, topper, kelce

works:

there is nothing here yet! work is in progress.

spiderverse universe.

✎ CHARACTERS I WRITE FOR: miguel o’hara, peter b parker

works:

there is nothing here yet! work is in progress.

star wars.

✎ CHARACTERS I WRITE FOR: anakin skywalker, kylo ren

works:

♡ ✮ modern!anakin skywalker as your professor and your boyfriend + age gap!: anakin is your professor and your boyfriend. that blurs the lines between his job and you being his student sometimes — but he can’t ever deny his sweet girl a request, and this time you want him to give his honest opinion on the essay you’ve written for an assignment he gave his students, including you.

♡ ✮ nerdy!anakin skywalker who’s secretly a freak: the nerd with the glasses that tutors you turns out to be not so innocent after all. and he looks even more delicious without his glasses.

✮ toxic anakin skywalker hc’s: small collection of nsfw drabbles for anakin x reader; i love my insane pookie (anakin is absolutely deranged and insane in this. but when was he ever not)

✮ professor!anakin skywalker drabble

criminal minds.

✎ CHARACTERS I WRITE FOR: spencer reid, aaron hotchner

works:

there is nothing here yet! work is in progress.

the walking dead.

✎ CHARACTERS I WRITE FOR: rick grimes, daryl dixon

works:

♡ ✮ dilf!rick grimes with age gap drabble: rick knows it’s wrong, but he can’t keep his hands off you.

(prison!era rick grimes x younger!reader)

✮ ☾ modern au: innocent actress!reader x bodyguard!rick grimes: rick grimes is a man who knows what he wants, and he wants you. and he may not be able to tell the world, but he damn sure can show them. (not a one-shot. probably. maybe. idk yet)

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k-martins · 1 year ago

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JJK characters in: KARAOKE NIGHT!

Just a union of some HC's I have. Some can be read as Canon Compatible, others not. Follow your heart ♥

⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆ Tokyo Class of 2006~⋆｡ﾟ ☾ﾟ｡⋆｡︎☁ﾟ｡⋆

♡ Gojo ALWAYS chooses a classic from the 2000s that sticks like gum in everyone's mind. He dedicated Call me maybe to Suguru every time he sang it. ♥ Shoko always chooses songs with dark themes, with slow and disturbing rhythms on purpose, because he likes to see Satoru and Suguru's uncomfortable faces. ♡ Nanami would rather die than sing. He also doesn't have a good voice. ♥ Haibara is the one who drags everyone to Karaoke, and he stays excited until the end. He sings all the songs and plays the instruments for everyone. He always pats Suguru on the shoulder when he gets a lower grade than Gojo. ♡ Utahime is the only one who strives to have a good score in the game, and she ends up getting furious when Gojo surpasses her without difficulty. ♥ Suguru likes rock songs, and for Satoru, he always looks hot when he sings.

⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆ Tokyo Class of 2018~ ⋆｡ﾟ ☾ﾟ｡⋆｡︎☁ﾟ｡⋆

♡ Kirara has one of the best voices, and is very expressive. Gesturing and dancing to the rhythm of the music. ♥ Hakari isn't exactly the type who likes these types of games, but Kirara always convinces him to sing a duet. ♡ Yuta tries to sing a song at least on karaoke nights, but he stutters the lyrics and gets the timing wrong several times. ♥ Toge, for obvious reasons, cannot sing at karaoke nights, but he is happy to bang his instruments as loud as possible to disturb his friends. Except when it's Yuta who's singing. Then he acts like a supportive friend/boyfriend and plays the instruments calmly as a sign of support. ♡ Maki doesn't like singing, even though she has a good voice. She will at least sing a rock'n roll song and a duet with Nobara. ♥ Yuji always chooses some American pop music, the kind that appears on Instagram or Tik tok. The problem is that he rarely looks for a translation of the lyrics and (to Megumi's embarrassment and Nobara's amusement) he ends up singing something like "Mary on a Cross" or equally with a double meaning. ♡ Nobara always sings some girl power song. She feels powerful singing this. ♥ + She sang I Kissed a Girl once and didn't stop looking at Maki for a minute. Toge smiled evilly at her for two weeks. ♡ It's very rare for Megumi to sing karaoke (in fact, he'd rather die than do that), but whenever he does, he chooses something basic and well-known. ♥ + Once Yuji dragged him to a duet of Rewrite the Stars and Megumi almost died of embarrassment. Neither of them knew the words exactly, but they both had fun. Of course, until Gojo shows that he recorded everything and Megumi tries to beat him up.

⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆ Kyoto Class of 2018~ ⋆｡ﾟ ☾ﾟ｡⋆｡︎☁ﾟ｡⋆

♡ Todo always sings a song from his beloved Takada-chan's idol group. He doesn't have a very good voice, but he gets emotional while singing (with tears and all) ♥ Miwa is not a good singer, but she tries hard to be, gesturing and giving emotion to the notes. Her score is never high. ♡ Kokichi sings like a robot. No jokes. The guy has no emotions. ♥ Noritoshi doesn't know how to sing and prefers not to try, although he shows support for his colleagues with the instruments (which he also doesn't know how to play) ♡ Momo sings American classics that no one knows, but Mai and Miwa still congratulate her. ♥ Mai has similar taste to Nobara, only she is less blatantly gay.

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♡ At karaoke nights, Nanako is the only one who actually sings, all the songs she knows or tries to sing the ones she doesn't know. ♥ Mimiko doesn't like karaoke nights and always falls asleep on Suguru's shoulder. ♡ Ino sings anime songs and tells his juniors that singing is not a talent, but rather practice and study (he has one of the worst scores). ♥ Hana likes romantic and slow songs, but she always blushes when she sings them. ♡ Tsumiki likes Disney classics, so it's obvious that she's going to sing a song like that on the night. Sometimes she pulls Megumi to be her partner, other times Gojo accompanies her. ♥ Tsukumo sings the hardest and hardest rock songs to sing. His score is very good. ♡ Junpei is the same as Yuta, except that he makes a point of always choosing the soundtrack for a movie. Yuji and Nobara sometimes sing as a trio, with Megumi playing the instruments in the background. ♥ Choso doesn't sing nor does he know the songs being played, but he applauds to the rhythm of the music and always shows his support for Yuji and Tsukumo.

⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆ BONUS!~ ⋆｡ﾟ ☾ﾟ｡⋆｡︎☁ﾟ｡⋆

♡ Sukuna hates Karaoke nights. It always appears in Yuji's mouth to disrupt his singing or to mock others. He also threatens that Karaoke will be a crime under penalty of death in his new reign. He's very rude, but everyone tells him to fuck off, so it's okay.

Thanks for reading (ɔ◔‿◔)ɔ ♥

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spidervman · 13 days ago

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♡♡ hey! my name is hayden and i'm glad you stumbled on my little corner of tumblr! ♡♡

some fun facts about me:

↳ i'm a taurus sun ☼ scorpio moon ☾ capricorn rising ↑

↳ my lucky number is 13

↳ i have 13 tattoos

↳ i've been to only 9 states (10 if you include traveling in the state i live in) and 1 country outside of the united states

↳ my favorite animals are highland cows, whale sharks, and bengal tigers

↳ i've never broken a bone in my body (i've sprained a couple and have had a concussion tho)

↳ my favorite pokemon are mewtwo, cubone, mimikyu and grookey

you can find more things about me here

some important things about my blog:

◊ my blog is 18+, adult content is shared/posted. i try to keep things PG but remember i am a grown adult so i can and probably will share/post adult things.

◊ i studied political science in college, so i will share political things on this blog. it is very clear which way i steer in terms of politics and what i stand for. this is just a warning for those who do not like politics

◊ I will NOT stand for hate, disrespect or anything along those lines on this blog. if it happens, you will be blocked and my asks will be shut off.

what i like to share and post about:

♡ football! (primarily the chargers and bengals but i follow the bills and the vikings)

♡ justin herbert, joe burrow, tee higgins, ladd mcconkey, dalton kincaid, and ja'marr chase

♡ spiderman

♡ superman, batman, kid flash, etc (feel free to ask me and talk to me abut superheroes!)

♡ lewis pullman characters/lewis pullman himself

♡ glen powell/glen powell characters

♡ gaming (markiplier, game grumps, caryn and connie gaming)

♡ top gun

♡ true crime

♡ gravity falls

♡ art!

♡ fanfiction (joe burrow, justin herbert, lewis pullman characters, very rarely josh allen) (find my fic recs ❤︎ here ❤︎)

♡ brooklyn 99

♡ bobs burgers

♡ legend of zelda: breath of the wild and tears of the kingdom

♡ pokemon

♡ my own random thoughts and feelings throughout the day!

♡♡ thank you for checking out my blog ♡♡

updated 1/12/25

#get to know me #introducing myself

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lycancursed · 1 month ago

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fantasy + names

A-Z NSFW HEADCANON MEME| accepting

fantasy — do they have any sexual fantasies they'd like to try out? have they ever gotten to act on a sexual fantasy?

Public / semi public sex, possibly primal prey elements, exploring more of her dom/sub kinks and then tbh, probably anything she has read in her trashy smut books she has likely wanted to recreate once or twice. ( and has very likely been vocal to her partner about doing so) - and she has gotten to do many of her fantasies - verse dependent.

names — do they like being called names in the bedroom? if so, what kind of names? are they pet names or are they names to appeal to a praise/humiliation

she 1000 % loves hearing her own name, above all else. more so her full name, Jacqueline. she isn't big on degrading names, but she loves any possessive forms of pet names "my (blank)" she is also more keen to use her partner's name over anything else, however, as i've stated before she isn't above using terms like sir/daddy.

#.♡ ˚ ☾ | ooc answered #.♡ ˚ ☾ | character study

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sd-vtm · 2 months ago

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pet name for robo-bitch :]

baby

unfortunately, justin bieber was right. every love of yours feels like the first and you pride yourself in that! while you may not be too into pda, the stolen glances and half smiles you toss towards your lover(s) is enough to melt anyone's heart!

tagged: @deepspacevivarium

tagging: @edgydroned @sd-ssam @enigmaincrimson @red-in-revolt annnnd @lostlittledollie <3

#character studies || ☾ ain’t no dino rodeo!#dashboard games || ☽♡☾#text

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codegummy · 1 year ago

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Meeeee (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

Hallo there ‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

A little intro would be in order

My name’s Sam, 20 , a lover of learning, pinterest addict

I’m currently self studying frontend development, illustration(Adobe Illustrator) and a bit of ui/ux design.

In my free time, I read. Well I used to but I dunno… I don’t seem to do so anymore. Every book these days makes me sad. And I really want to get into the classics and Russian literature but they’re just so sad! Well maybe not all of them are sad sad but they have sad scenes where some character dies and it gets to me Every Time.(╥﹏╥) I’m working on it though, I’m pushing through David Copperfield. I love love looove the book so I’ve gotten very far by taking a one week pause after every heart breaking event. Like when…okay no spoilers.

I love learning philosophy, psychology, coding , science ( esp physics), pure mathematics and history. I’m not as well versed in them as I’d like but we learn every day!!

Career-wise I’d want to enter the engineering field.Electrical engineering orsomething related cos it's absolutely exciting!

Languages; I speak English, Fante and Norwegian( cos I moved here). AND I’m currently learning French( A2)

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What I’ve learnt so far: It’s really not so easy to learn a new skill sometimes. On most days I just want to give up cos it gets so frustrating. But that’s the price to pay I think. If you keep showing up, you’ll improve. You can’t not improve even if you tried. Put in the practice, mindful practice mind you. It’s not just about the number of hours you spend practicing. You have to make sure you’re learning and reviewing your mistakes at every point. But sometimes, you CAN’T find your mistakes. No biggie, just keep practicing. As you do it over and over again, your brain automatically learns what works and doesn’t. Trust me, the brain is wayyyyy more awesome than we think it is.

Souuu I’ll be blogging my journey. Everything about it and everything in between. I look forward to it ( ⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝).

Oh and here's my personal blog @hekademia

#codeblr #html #programming #web development #frontend #new beginnings #progblr #engineering #ux

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simplyluunaa · 9 months ago

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Hii could you please write korekiyo/mondo/Gundam (separately) x trans male reader (chubby if comfortable)

Pls& thx

˙⊹ ੈ✰[With a transmasc + chubby reader]✰ ੈ⊹˙

-ˏˋ. rules + masterlist ˊˎ-

Fandom: Danganronpa

Characters: Gundham Tanaka, Korekiyo Shinguji, Mondo Owada

Warnings: !!NOT SPOILER FREE!! Talk of dysphoria, top surgery scars, binding, mentions of weight

Tags: Established relationship, fluff, transmasc! reader

A/N: Thank you so much for my very first request!! I did my very best to make this as accurate as possible, so I hope you enjoy!

˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡⟢Gundham Tanaka

Getting this right out of the way, the Four Dark Devas love you

More body fat means you’re warmer!!

They might start preferring you over Gundham tbh

When finding out you’re trans, I feel like Gundham wouldn’t react all that much

Maybe make a comment on how he supposes even the dark gods who have crafted you can too make mistakes

His view on you doesn’t change one bit, though if you’ve had top surgery he will want to see the scars

Won’t ask, but he might try and sneak a peak whenever possible

I also feel like he’d have some basic knowledge on stuff like this, maybe due to some online friends or something, so if you haven’t had top surgery and use a binder, he’ll remind you to take breaks, not wear it while you sleep, stuff like that

On the topic of bodies – he likes that you’re chubby!!

He’s pretty thin himself, which can lead to him getting cold easily, so having you around to warm him up is nice

He also likes to sleep on you

If you’re ever feeling dysphoric, he does his best to help you however he can

If you want to just lay in bed and cry for a bit, he’ll be there for you, if you want a spontaneous late-night hair-cut, he’s already got the scissors, and he’ll affirm your masculinity however he can

⋆⁺｡˚⋆˙‧₊☽ ◯ ☾₊‧˙⋆˚｡⁺⋆

˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡⟢Korekiyo Shinguji

He has met so many people, of so many sizes and identities, that you don’t at all seem odd to him

Not to say he doesn’t find you interesting though

When finding out you’re trans, his reaction will just be like…nothing

He does not react

Maybe a ‘hm.’ but that's all you’re getting out of him

Once you open up to him about it though, he may occasionally ask questions

If you’ve had top surgery he asks to see the scars

I feel like he’d want to study the recorded instances of transgender people in the past, like in ancient Rome and stuff

And he will tell you about it

I feel like he’d like laying on your lap or stomach (if you're w/ it comfortable ofc!!)

Would read while snuggled up with you, just being together in silence for long periods of time

If you’re ever feeling dysphoric, he’ll go through a list of reasons why the features you’re upset with are not inherently feminine or anything to be ashamed of

But if that doesn’t help, he asks what will help you, and will do his best to assist you

⋆⁺｡˚⋆˙‧₊☽ ◯ ☾₊‧˙⋆˚｡⁺⋆

˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡⟢Mondo Owada

When finding out you’re trans, being so honest, he may not understand

Like you might have to run it by him a couple of times

He’s a little bit dense, I fear

Also very protective, like if anyone so much as looks at you wrong he’s on the defensive

Even if it has nothing to do with you being trans or anything

Want to see the top surgery scars if you have them, and will ask

Also, asks like a million questions

Some may seem a bit insensitive, but he’s really just curious and wants to understand

If you wear a binder, he’ll end up doing research and worrying about you, so he’s constantly reminding you to take breaks, not wear it while you sleep or exercise, all that

On the topic of you being chubby – he does not care all that much!

He does like knowing he can hug you tight and not hurt you though, that’s good

I feel like he’d very much want you to lay on him

Like a heated weighted blanket

If you’re ever feeling dysphoric, he genuinely has no idea what to do

He’ll try his best to re-affirm your manliness, maybe ends up yelling at you because he’s nervous

If you tell him what he can do to help though, he is ON IT

⋆⁺｡˚⋆˙‧₊☽ ◯ ☾₊‧˙⋆˚｡⁺⋆

#danganronpa #danganronpa thh #danganronpa sdr2 #danganronpa v3 #danganronpa x reader #gundham tanaka x reader #korekiyo shinguji x reader #mondo owada x reader

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wikifuck · 11 months ago

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Fetcher Bree (he/him), 32 (werewolf)

Overview

Fetcher is a risktaker, never afraid to chase a thrill or accomplish everything in the least convenient way possible. Consequences? Don't know her.

He can turn on the charm if needed but rarely exploits his ability to do so out of a mix of pure incompetence and laziness.

He likes pretending to be a tough guy, dressing in leather jackets and dark jeans even in the heat of summer. He is smart but not smart enough to avoid heatstroke.

When he decides to care about something he could quite possibly take over the world if he wanted to, though due to being easier to distract than a cat in a laser factory he would struggle to get a project that big ever complete.

He has a big family that he lives with, or in his words is stuck with, as well as having a lovely fiance and a bright future ahead of him. The problem is that his fiance is a woman chosen by his parents, and Fetcher is gay. Until something beautiful arrives in the little town he calls home and turns the place upside down as it leaves, fetcher feels stuck and annoyed, having lost hope for an escape.

Like this character? Read his story here! :)

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Genre :: Fantasy, Contemporary Romance

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Name

Chewy Fetcher Bree

Fetcher goes by his second name and only his family calls him by the first. It's too cute for his tastes. Canineshifters from his area often name their pups similarly to how witches (or who we would on Earth call humans) might name their pets.

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Birthday

June 6

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Age

32 years old

Despite being very much an adult, Fetcher seldom acts like one. One might compare him to a bratty teen, especially when it comes to his views on authority figures and healthy coping mechanisms (he has none)

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Zodiac

Gemini

I'm not very good at remembering the western zodiac traits. Still, if communication, wittiness and being funny, curiosity, being outgoing and impulsivity are the traits of a Gemini, then they fit him like a glove.

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Gender

Cis male

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Sexuality

Gay

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Pronouns

He/him

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Personality

Overall Personality

Funny, charming, smart and impulsive, if he wanted to get something done he could get it easily. Even becoming a politician.

Were this to happen, humanity's last hope would probably turn out to be treats, as the way into the heart of this man is indeed through the stomach. His lack of impulse control means he has no idea when to stop and often ends up looking like a golden retriever gorging itself, though luckily with maybe two added brain cells.

He loves to study and throughout his long and fruitful career of living off his mother, he has completed many degrees he never plans to use. He has an interest in science and languages, but due to family pressure, he also has a degree in economics.

The point of that degree was to give him a good understanding of what he would be jumping into as the oldest and therefore the heir. He has spent all of his life up to the events of Puppylove doing his best to avoid having to inherit everything. Being essentially the mafia boss of a small town might sound like a cushy job, but acting as the boss of all six of his siblings, a town of witches and all the clans in neighbouring towns, sounds to him more like torture.

He enjoys the company of animals of all sizes, even the smallest.🐌 If given the opportunity he will meditate alone in nature for hours. I like to imagine that when he does that there is a faint ding every once in a while as his singular brain cell sails around his skull, because there for sure isn't anything profound happening in there.

🐌🐌🐌🐌🐌🐌🐌🐌🐌🐌🐌🐌🐌🐌🐌🐌🐌🐌🐌🐌🐌🐌He hates seeing snails and worms get crushed on the street after it rains and his hobbies include meticulously saving every snail he sees 🐌🐌🐌🐌🐌🐌🐌🐌🐌🐌🐌🐌🐌🐌🐌🐌🐌🐌🐌🐌🐌🐌

In terms of active vs. passive trauma response Fetcher is generally passive but in certain situations, he switches to active. He is more motivated by the well-being of those he cares about than his own thoughts or feelings. He isn't exactly the pinnacle of altruism yet he can go out of his way to help others while expecting no reward.

For such a cynical person, Fetcher is a little naive. His family, as shitty as they are, did accommodate him by being honest with him. However, they probably did exploit his naivety by lying to him about things that they wanted to keep secret. This bad but well-meaning act has left him with a sorely lacking understanding of how neurotypicals or society in general act.]

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Love Language

Since he gets bored easily he is rather hard to please. Food gifts are a reliable way to get through to him how much the giver cares about him.

He was never taught to show love properly so he often devolves into mindlessly doing everything his target of affection asks, be that appropriate or not. This doesn't really make him feel satisfied but he has yet to learn a better tactic. Hopefully being around people who appreciate him will alleviate this.

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Brain

The state of his mental health is mixed. Though he likes to think he is okay and "normal," he has unmedicated AuDHD and plenty of unaddressed issues stemming from his childhood. Thanks to this he never developed healthy ways to accommodate himself and often ends up going along with whatever his lowered impulse control tells him to do. A thrill is a thrill, be that overindulging in treats, drinks or sex under questionable circumstances.

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Habits

Fetcher has a habit of overexplaining when under stress. Even when he manages to hold it back, he often uses run-on sentences while looking like he isn't taking a single inhale in between words.

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Fears

Though I don't know what he fears, I know whatever it is, it is the reason he is so detached and apathetic all the time.

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Flaws

The aforementioned apathy is one of his biggest problems, though it is not so much internal as it is caused by his environment. Once he gets into a healthier place, he starts unpacking why he doesn't care about others if they don't give him something obvious in return or aren't in his face all day due to living in the same household.

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Appearance

Overall Appearance

as described by his love interest

"His presence wasn’t threatening whatsoever, despite his stature, outfit, and the obvious fact he was a shifter.

"He was like a Greek god; just as handsome as his older sister, but in a more masculine way. Alejandro couldn’t help but admire the dark, thick, curly beard and hair, meticulously groomed to follow the jaw, before ending at a rounded point at the chin. It was as if he had climbed from the side of an ancient painted vase, with strong, dark features, and serious, intelligent eyes. He was tall and menacing, and the heavy, brown leather jacket extenuated his broad shoulders. The man was certainly taller than any human Alejandro had seen in decades. He could reach any shelf he wished, that Alejandro knew for sure. Yet, even under the beard, and the jacket that seemed way too hot for the bright summer weather, he looked pale and frail. His eyes were sunken, and his cheeks, almost hollow. He was strong, but something was eating him alive; something no one else seemed to be able to notice."

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Tattoo's

On his right forearm he has an incomplete sleeve tattoo comprised of a prominent collection of bands he listens to for the biker boy aesthetic, peppered with references to media he is actually passionate about. The whole thing looks faded and several years old, indicating that he got distracted and has no intention of continuing it any time soon.

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Piercings

He has two. Not that his ace boyfriend would find them though.

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Clothing Styles

Would he wear a dress?

Absolutely.

In public?

Hell no.

Does he wear makeup?

No.

Would he wear makeup if he knew how to use it?

Yes. Yes, he would. It would be subtle and natural

Everyday style

His everyday style is very rigid, mostly comprised of black leather and jeans in his human form. In beast form, he wears nothing unless it's cold outside. Though he has the money and the wish to look stylish, he often still ends up looking rugged and unwashed after disappearing to who knows where chasing squirrels or something. When he deviates from this look he usually lets others decide for him what he should wear.

Cold weather

Since his coat isn't very warm, in the colder parts of the year he can be seen wearing doggy clothes in his usual colours. This usually looks like A jacket, socks and a hat designed to be easy to put on and remove only using one's teeth and thumbless paws.

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Species

Weremane, a species of human related to werewolves that, as the name suggests, can turn into maned wolves. Unlike the werefolk of myth, these creatures can shift between their human and beast forms at will, without a worry about the full moon. Though maned wolves are solitary, thanks to humans being social animals, weremains can choose between living in packs or alone. Like most canine shifters, they tend to stick tightly to their family unit. Unlike nonsapient (or "normal") maned wolves, weremanes don't smell like weed. Well except for the ones that smoke.

Since even in beast form everyone likes being heard, shifters of all shapes have developed languages to converse with each other with the tools they have. Weremanes are no exception to this, and their language is called Manelish. This language consists of various growls and barks, as well as the famous roarbark.

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Culture

Though different from witches in many ways, shifters don't tend to have distinct cultures from them out of a misguided belief that if they try to meld in they won't be messed with. It's not like racist/speciest people will just make up excuses to be shitty, right?

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Religion

Though raised in the christian faith in a world with magic in it, he isn't very religious. At best, he has a vague feeling that if God exists, it's a cat. He wouldn't worship a God even if he knew one existed.

"No god that makes things work this way deserves any fucking respect"

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Language

Fetcher knows how to speak English and Spanish. English is his mother tongue and he studied Spanish out of boredom from being stuck living at home.

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Setting

Though distinct from Earth in many ways, the planet Puppylove takes place in is based on/inspired by it. Things like countries and languages are roughly the same, though not exactly. The time period is not yet clear but it's roughly speaking contemporary.

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Location

Before the events of Puppylove, Fetcher lived at home in Burneye, an idyllic little town in the countryside, one that his ancestors founded and his family still runs. He lives in the little tower of his family's mansion.

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Occupation

He is a full-time bum, never having worked a day in his life despite being in his 30s. Not that he could ever keep a job down, even with nepotism at play.

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Fact's

Shifters can have a preference for presenting in humanoid or beast form day to day. Though the split is roughly 50/50, most choose to present in humanoid form regardless of preference to fit in better. Fetcher's preference is rather neutral and he fluently switches depending on his mood and the "appropriateness" of the situation

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Theme Song

Animal

Chase Holfelder

It's a banger and it's so his vibe. He would totally put it on a loop on his headphones as he stares out the car window pretending to be the main character in a movie.

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Theme book

The Something Like series by Jay Bell, but he would especially enjoy Something Like Hail

The books are complex and interconnected, which would get him to pour over them looking for every last reference. He would especially enjoy the themes of Hail and in a weird way relate to Noah, the main character, even if their struggles and likes and dislikes are nothing alike. In essence, he would be obsessed with the book but understand it totally wrong.

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Relationships

Family tree

Familial relationships

Chaser Bella Bree(89), father's mother

Though everyone sees Bella as unnecessarily difficult, she isn't malicious. Just selfish. In her eyes everything is fine and she cares for everyone dearly. Fetcher however has gotten the strong impression that if he were to disobay her directly he would be instantly disowned. She is old and as is typical for older people with low self-awareness, she will be appreciated more in death than in life.

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Chewy Bounce Bree(58), mother

A savvy and territorial woman at work and home alike, Chewy is a force to be reckoned with. Due to the death of her husband, she has been co-parenting with her mother-in-law for over a decade now. Though good at masking, those around her with any understanding of neurodivergence know she has ADHD. Coincidentally she is amazing at everything she is passionate about, poetry, combat sports and all social aspects of business. She is probably the worst of everyone in the family when it comes to obsessions with family lines. Someone needs to introduce this woman to the Sims games to get her away from meddling with her kid's love lives.

Though she is strict and at times unreasonable, Fetcher gets along with her fairly well and it is widely accepted among the kids that by being friends with his mother Fetcher has accidentally doomed himself to be the heir.

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Father, unknown

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Straight Call Bree(25), sister

Most would agree that Call would have been the more fitting heir in every aspect over her brother. She is responsible, intelligent and creative in the way she gets things done. Fetcher wouldn't be surprised if she held some resentment toward him for happening to have been born first. He doesn't comprehend the fact that Call thinks he is okay and appreciates his company when he manages to take things marginally seriously.

In reality, their mother and grandmother have been debating the issue for years, Bounce being of the opinion Call should learn the same skills Fetcher has been primed in just in case he messes up, and Bella believes that Call is simply not a leader. She is a follower and would make for an excellent righthand woman for her brother's leadership. "All the boy needs is some motivation," Bella says, "Then it will all work perfectly!"

Has anyone asked Call anything on the matter? Of course not. That would make too much sense. She has resorted not to worry about it for her own sanity.

She married young, as is the tradition in the family, and she had the twins at the ripe old age of 19.

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Dig Bree(24), brother-in-law

Dig is Call's husband and if she is the 2nd in command he is her most loyal general. Dig and Fetcher get along decently but due to a lack of overlapping interests, they rarely interact.

He gets his name from the fact he enjoys digging and has done so from an early age. He uses this passion to help his mother-in-law clean up the backyard... after turning it upside down again.

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Nip Tackle(25), sister

Despite, or perhaps due to them being very similar in both taste and personality, Fetcher and Tackle don't get along and Tackle takes glee in exposing Fetcher's wrongdoings to the whole family. She isn't malicious, she is just acting out in a different way to him against the very same issues. As kids she and Fetcher got along rather well, causing chaos together all around them. Maybe it is better for the safety of society that they had a falling out after Fetcher became a recluse and Tackle found relationships outside the household.

Though her mother isn't a fan of her "arrogance," whatever that means, she is the 2nd in line for the inheritance after Fetcher. She hasn't told this to Tackle however and were she to become the heir, which is likely, it might mess up her plans a bit. She is engaged to someone not currently living in the household. The fiance is approved of by her parents, as far as they know, anyway. It may be that this mystery person has more to them than Bounce and Chaser have ever been told...

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Kid Bree(15), brother

Ordenarily one might call him the evening child since he was born ten years after the others, but Fetcfher was born 7 years before the twins, so does he really count?

Due to being the youngest Kid has the most freedom out of all his siblings and thanks to this has had the opportunity to postpone when they get their new cooler name. Kid is indecisive, you see, and has yet to comprehend the fact that he could change his name later if he wished. No, it has to be perfect!

Out of all his Fetcher is closest to Kid and since Kid gets along with his sisters also acts as the bridge between him and them. Sometimes Kid even manages to get all three to play Minecraft with him with relatively little grumbling.

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The Little Twins(6), niblings

Though probably not the best for a child's psyche, the twins are often referred to as such, the twins. Naming pups later in life, around the time they start developing into their own persons, isn't inherently damaging, but the Bree family isn't exactly known for having their members act sensibly. Dubbed Pup and Dup by their aunt and uncles, these two stick together. Pup prefers her humanoid form, whereas Dup likes presenting themself in canine form. Pup often acts as an interpreter to Dup, with both family and strangers. Pup is more inclined to follow "the way they should act," whereas Dup likes doing their own thing. The Bree family is decent at not shaming its neurodivergent members for acting "weird," but as Fetcher's situation has shown, Dup will most likely have to learn the hard way that most people don't accept their different behaviour.

Fetcher loves these two dearly and is probably the second-best person in the family to understand Dup, right after Pup.

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Friends

Though Fetcher knows many people in Burneye, doesn't exactly have many friends. Or any, really. People want to be his friend, there is no doubt about that, but he is simply too apathetic to put in effort to make meaningful connections.

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Partners

Solid Boogie Pyre (25), (ex)fiance

Until the end of Puppylove, when Fetcher breaks off the engagement, he and Boogie are betrothed to each other by their parents. To Fetcher the relationship is a curse but from Boogie's perspective, it is an opportunity. She likes Fetcher, at least when he acts his age, and generally wouldn't mind starting a family with him. She is by no means in love with the whiny little shit, but her family isn't wealthy and being equally as opportunistic as Fetcher, Boogie originally jumped at the opportunity to marry into this powerful and relatively safe family.

Luckily for her, she isn't too bothered either way, married to Fetcher or not and continues on with her life. Who knows, maybe she will try to get in the pants of another member of the Bree family.

She is a funloving and bubbly person on the surface, but once you get to know her you discover she is actually rather serious about many things. She likes nature just as much as Fetcher and runs a flower-themed Instagram account where she advertises her diner and posts about her garden.

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Sunny Hunter Pyre (27), (ex) brother-in-law

Boogie's brother and the guy Fetcher cheats on her with. To be fair, Boogie doesn't care. The relationship is transactional, Sunny gives Fetcher attention and weed in exchange for sleeping with him. One of many reasons why Fetcher's taste is as spicy as it is.

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Alejandro Ortega, Ali, boyfriend

When Ali shows up it's instantly clear that the town of Burneye is a bit messy. The witches don't really care about his being a vampire but the werefolk are oddly aggressive. Fetcher is the only sensible one of the bunch. Not that he is smarter than everyone else, actually it's mostly because he is very curious and too apathetic to care for the warnings of his family. What a mistake it would have been to listen to them too. Ali is the love of his life and he would do anything to keep him safe. Though most of the time Ali is the one looking after his dumb ass. They save each other from jams and oddly for an immortal, Ali is very quick to fall in love with Fetcher.

Ali is ace, and the agreement the two come to as they start the relationship is that if Fetcher craves something he is free to seek it from others.

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Enemies

As impulsive as he is, Fetcher doesn't have any enemies for the same reasons he has no friends. He simply doesn't care enough about people to hate them. This doesn't stop some from trying.

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