#Gender neutral reader

[tedious-gaymers]

🥺👉👈 my heart

sleeping with simon riley is a chore.

retired/civilian simon riley in mind :) part two found here.

simon sleeps like a rock; a big heavy boulder that has no problem turning over at any moment and rolling lazily on top of you, trapping you under his usually firm muscles that have gone soft from being so lax. you’re lucky that his arms respect the fact that you’re right there, enveloping you as soon as you’re in reach.

and just so naturally, he runs hot. he’s a human furnace and he knows it — working out shows that detail when his face always flushed rosy afterwards, skin glistening and radiating heat like a force of nature. though, he plays coy when he’s sliding two very warm hands into your shorts and wedging them in between your thighs to ‘get warm’, this action becoming a staple of his night time routine.

simon is a blanket gripper, maybe potentially (unintentionally) blanket hogger as well. sure, sometimes he sleeps stationary — back pressed flat to the mattress, arms untucked from the blanket surrounding to fold over his chest as if he’s laying in his own personal tomb — but, other times, he’s just gripping onto the blanket as if it’s an emotional sleep support. and god forbid he decides in his sleep to turn over with the duvet whilst he’s gripping it, he might just take the blanket draped over your side of the bed and you along with it.

simon who can’t keep himself from curling into you if he’s holding you in his sleep. he’s almost like a cat when sleepily or unconscious, burying his face into the crook of your neck, pressing your back to the broad of his chest, and nuzzling his cheek into your hair when he stirs just a little from sleep. his arms, as thick with muscle as they are, are closed around you like an iron brace, sealing your fate of being in his personal teddy bear for a good 4-6 hours or more.

[rockingbytheseaside]

✦ When you are his arch-nemesis

Pierro, Capitano, Dottore, Scaramouche, Pantalone, Tartaglia

(Slight tw: mentions of violence and scheming)

✧ The black rook captures the pawn, putting the white king in check. 

For Pierro, 500 years of strife do not compare to the centuries of toil between you and him. Your dissension against the Fatui has swathed the organization in a bigger tribulation than any Heavenly Principles or centuries-old feud could. Yet to comprehend your tactics, it left The Jester to spend innumerable evenings in his office, hands clasped as his pondering ends to further frustration. 

Two enigmatic masterminds, one of the Fatui Harbingers and the other of the Abyss Order. Like opponents of a cunning chess match, you and Pierro quarreled over each piece and pawn, the cool chessboard transforming into your mutual battlefield.  

The white queen moves closer, allowing for the exchange of queens, and placing the black king in check.

To the inexperienced gaze, your whereabouts are unknown, and your moves even more indecipherable. However, to the Jester, whose sharp eye learned to seek nothing but your trail, he learned to dissect your every move like a jeweler appreciating a rare cut gem. He does not shy away from using his pawns wisely, sending out more powerful Harbingers against your Abyssal Heralds. 

And just like him, your hand doesn’t shy to strike his pawns. If he sent the Doctor, you’d retaliate with Rhinedottir. And if he dared to dispatch The Captain, your next knight piece, Surtalogi, would respond. You were no simple competitor, you were the rightful opponent to the Director’s scheming mind, his own talents put to the test as you used the Sinners of his homeland against him. He may sacrifice all his chess pieces, yet to reach you is a most stifling feat. 

Perhaps the longing for a single glance of you is worth the weight of centuries spent plotting. Whenever Pierro pushes the gnosis piece against the familiar chessboard, he imagines your piercing gaze in the shadows of the Zapolyarny Palace. Is your smile one of derision or provocation? Whatever it is, your hand emerges from the shadows, and the opposing pieces shift. The queenside pawns are traded, a rook stands on a 3 vs. 3 on the kingside, and as ever, the futile waltz of trading and jettisoning pawns continues between you and Pierro.

Yet, for over five centuries, this dance has been his greatest anticipation. Even if he must sacrifice everything to reach you, your elusive nature keeps rendering him motionless in awed admiration.

Draw agreed, neither side can make progress. 

✧ The only mutual language between you and Il Capitano has always been the clangorous clash of swords. The sound of steel against steel would reverberate throughout the plains in a tempest of precision, each strike a measured step in your relentless contest. But while the Captain respected you as a rival whenever a duel is foreseen between you two, you abhorred the Harbinger with simmering disdain.

The Captain wore the weight of people's admiration like a cloak woven from responsibility and honor, each accolade another thread in his solemn mantle. You, however, cradled the world’s fear as one might clutch a bouquet of thorn-laden roses. You were not a warrior basked in glory, but a defier of Teyvat’s natural order, remaining in the periphery of shadows as you carried out your tasks. Until he'd show up. The Fatuus would bow to you, knowing soon you two would duel once more, while you stared at him like he's an irksome inevitability one must deal with in their job. 

“Do you have to be present everywhere I go? Please make yourself scarce.” 

“Then we do not have to clash. Our confrontations can avoid bloodshed.” 

But you never heeded him. You despised his calm attitude, how he was cautious with you, how he sidestepped the storm of your onslaught rather than meeting it head-on. Even if his fighting spirit told him to linger closer, to know what it's like to let you dig your fingernails across his back, it was a silent pull he refused to indulge. Instead, he concealed his ambition, his lingering gaze tracing your form behind that pitch-black helmet. 

When you fought, Capitano knew you’d accomplish everything to overwhelm your opponent. You would sooner shatter your own bones than concede an inch. The force you exhibit in a single strike leaves an inhuman impact that crushes mountains into rubble, yet the agony that ripples through your limbs remains buried beneath practiced silence. Never once did you step back when you felt the strain of your legs when Capitano retaliated against you.

It took the Captain a while to find you after your ‘tactical retreat’. As he suspected, each battle leaves you in lonesome dishevelment, clutching your sprained limbs, barely able to drag yourself from your secluded refuge. 

“Do not lecture me on the fragility of life, Captain. Your words would be hypocrisy against your goal to pursue death from the Shade.”

You hissed, stifling your cry of pain when ice was applied to your sprained ankle. Il Capitano listened gravely to you, his hand gently holding your leg while spreading careful doses of cryo against your skin. His armored fingers gently glided across your skin, careful even when you reluctantly allowed him this close.   

“So you knew of my intentions…” 

He sighed. It seems the 1st Fatui Harbinger wasn’t the only one clawing toward the leylines, seeking passage beyond the veil. Or perhaps you always noticed how he clutched his chest. Either way, whether you despised him as an enemy or not - he hoped he’d never meet you in the Leylines of the Night Kingdom. He hoped that, at the very least, once all was said and done, you would find solace in never having to see him again.

✧ Il Dottore loathed you. Immensely. The moment he unearthed the truth of your rare blood and unnatural constitution, his obsession took root. He pursued you with relentless precision, weaving elaborate schemes to ensnare you within his grasp. In his usually imperious tone, he introduced himself at last as the 2nd Fatui Harbinger, his title laced with the weight of infamy. Your first response?

“...Who? Never heard of ‘em.” 

He gritted his teeth silently. Pursuing knowledge requires finding rare specimens as a test subject, but in his hunt for you, his patience and sanity became the test subjects instead. Due to gratuitously absurd circumstances, The Doctor never managed to capture you. You always slipped past his trail, as if casually waltzing off his snares and several ambushes that revolved around Fatui subordinates capturing you. You don’t even break a sweat, forever conveniently escaping his grasp when the 2nd arrives on site. No fights, no arguments, not even a courtesy of a glance. 

…How he wishes to just grip your wrists and cuff you to an operation table to- 

Yet the battle of wits must be omitted and instead, a more physical approach shall be initiated. If you deem yourself so highly that you won't spare the Harbinger a word, then it is time he calls you on a proper fight. 

“I have waited for far too long. If you continue to be a coward, you'll leave me with no choice but to seize you by force.”

You blinked at him, unfazed by the favorably advanced claymore he materialized within his grasp. Your response?

“...ok?” 

Except when you arrived prepared for the fight, you didn't come unattended. A Khaenri'ahn woman stood beside you, far from pleased to be in this confrontation as suddenly this wasn't a private reckoning between you and Dottore. Rhinedottir — "Gold” was now entangled into this. 

“What? Did you assume you were the only visionary scholar out there, trying to sample me? You mad scientist folk are all too boisterous. Rhinedottir, you can beat this Fatuus to a pulp and I will rightfully give you a drop of my blood as a sample. If the Harbinger wins, he shall receive it instead.” 

Why, you smart little- Dottore felt a vein throb at his temple, your audacity driving him to grit his teeth and lash every curse word in 20 languages available in the Akademiya's archives. You dare all this because you couldn't even bother to fight him head-on, utilizing one of the Five Sinners against him out of malignancy. Yet his time of rebuttals was cut short; the Harbinger found himself now fighting one of the most dangerous inventors of a fallen kingdom. And unfortunately for him, the old hag was as cunning as he is. 

Il Dottore swore an oath to do the unimaginable once he wins this competition and captures you. To yank you by the hair and drag you to the deepest part of his lab. You, however, sat there, leisurely at ease, as if indulging in an afternoon picnic while watching the chaos unfold. Young Blood vs Old Blood. The truth is, you know these two would rather annihilate each other to ashes before either of them concedes. 

How convenient for you – killing two birds with one stone. 

✧ Scaramouche's Inazuman origins are known to many throughout the Fatui Organization. However, few are aware of his keen hatred for the holy Narukami Shrine of Inazuma. Alas, who would be better to oversee the illegal distribution of delusions under the nose of the Shogun than the 6th of the Fatui Harbinger?

Thus, here he was, sent to a formal negotiation to alleviate the tension between the Fatui operating in Yashiori Island and the vigilant Narukami Shrine maids. Formal meetings like these are prevalent in the discourse of politics, and unfortunately, the Harbinger was to represent this operation. Luckily for him (or unluckily), it wasn't Guuji Yae who was dispatched from the Grand Shrine. The Balladeer was met with a different high maiden, sitting elegantly by the tatami mat when he arrived. 

“Hm? Just some lowly shrine maiden to bid the fox’s bidding? Let’s hope we’re not wasting each other’s time.”

“And the Ichimatsu doll has returned to its homeland after wandering the foreign theater. Fret not, Harbinger; this is but a formal meeting.” 

Oh, so that's how you want to play this. Clutching his fists against his lap, the Harbinger continued:

“The Fatui are just conducting international trade business with the Kanjou Commission to ship local resources like Crystal Marrow from Tataratsuna. Surely the people of Narukami can comprehend that? Unless the Sakoku Decree shut off not only borders but people’s minds too?”

You showed no discontent at Scaramouche’s tone. Instead, you delicately reached for a parchment paper and ink brush - “We have a rare saying in the Grand Narukami Shrine that aids in dispelling unpleasantries in the presence of evil,”

“Spare me your blessings and ofuda talismans, I do not wish to hear your prayers to the “almighty” Shogun fo-”

“We say “screw off” and the bane of all evil shuts its mouth,” - you lifted the talisman with your handwriting, presenting it with an austere smile. The ink is still fresh in the words 'screw off' you just scribed. “Beautiful, isn’t it?”

He sees why they sent you specifically.  

This went on for months. Each time the Harbinger oversaw the discreet operations between the islands, you were there - convenient as ever. Wasting the Balladeer’s time about how it was a shrine maiden’s duty to “perform cleansing rituals around the infested land of Yashiori” or “to ensure the well-being of all common folk, even if they were Snezhnayan soldiers”. Scaramouche was not blind. He knew you were handily posted there under the innocent pretense of a meek maiden - in truth, you were gathering intel, prying into every shadow where the Fatui’s misdeeds festered. 

He couldn’t afford the Shogunate to uncover the truth; that the Fatui were siphoning the wrath of old gods to forge delusions. And you concealed what you knew. Thus, forced to play by your game, the two would end up with passive-aggressive “business talks” 

“Surely the Grand Narukami Shrine doesn’t send lonesome shrine maidens so far off? Unless you are as blind as you are horrible with navigation to wind up all the way here.” 

“Ah, your concern flatters me. But do not mind me, maybe I am not the only one lost here. Maybe a wandering puppet is also somewhere he ought not to be.” 

“Hmph. Watch your insolent mouth. Your Archon will not save you once your pretty face gets decimated. 

“Oh? Is that part of your Kabuki theater performance? I do love performances. What’s the name of your role? Is it still the “6th of the Fatui Harbingers” or the previous name?” 

You were truly more insolent than that pink fox. This is why Scaramouche abhorred low-profile missions. The most demanding aspect of running an undercover operation is stopping himself from striking thunder into your whole body and putting you in place. Perhaps then you will no longer smile so slyly at him. Even if it fueled his fixation to bicker more with you behind a polite cup of sencha. 

✧ “Ancient Moon fragment shard, an inestimable gem, setting for 30 million by Lord Harbinger Pantalone. 30 million mora, Do we have a higher bid than 30 million?”

The auctioneer’s voice rang out in a poised yet urgent cadence, addressing a room brimming with influential faces. Amidst them, Pantalone sat with effortless elegance, a composed fixture among the eager bidders, his assistant sitting nearby as they took note of the ongoing bidding progress. The rare silver debris sat in an enclosed glass casing, displayed in all of its glory to future buyers. They say it was unearthed from the outskirts of Nod-krai. However, tense silence soon settled in the auction hall, for it was clear who the highest bidder was.

“Seems this was faster than I anticipated,” – The Regrator smiled, whispering to his assistants “Get ready to send invoices to the auction staff, we will be leaving so-” 

Suddenly, an unwavering voice rang out from the back – “50 million.”

A wave of hushed murmurs rippled through the grand halls, bustle returning to the room. Pantalone didn’t even register the number at first, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion when the auctioneer announced: 

“50 million, a giant sum! Now against you, sir. 50 million. Do we have a higher bid than 50 million?”

Pantalone's composed demeanor shifted into uncertainty. He cleared his throat and raised his number – “51 million”

“51 million, do we have a-”

“60 million.” – that same voice called out. More gasps of disbelief ensued.

“75 million!”

“110 million.” 

An entourage of ridiculous numbers volleyballed back and forth between the Harbinger and an unknown new bidder. The audience of businessmen and former contenders shot their glances from you to the Regrator. What had begun as an easy acquisition had spiraled into a staggering war of hundreds of millions. All for a single fragment of celestial stone. At last, the auctioneer brought the gavel down for the final closing in your favor – 170 million mora for the Ancient Moon fragment shard, and for the first time in ages, someone outbid Pantalone. 

“Find out who this newcomer is,” – Pantalone whispered sternly to his assistant, adjusting his shirt cuffs to conceal his simmering frustration. How does a first-time bidder easily swoop in with hundreds of millions when none have heard of them? When he stood up under the pretense of making light conversation with his “new opponent” he was surprised to see you wasting no time with trivialities with fellow noblefolk. You just came in, received your auctioned item, and left silently just as you came in. 

"You see, ever since that auction, I had difficulties reaching out to you. And I couldn't leave such a rare mystery escape me with no introduction," - he spoke when you two met at last, his smile suave as he handed you a glass of champagne "Pantalone, the Regrator. With pleasure, dear."

You looked unimpressed but obliged - "Perhaps you mean a rare luxury getting bought right under your nose, mister Harbinger? No need for introductions. Everyone knows your name."

It was a rare crack in his impenetrable veneer. One minute he is smiling politely at you, but beneath that polished exterior, his mind reeled. Negotiations with you were a lost cause. You never entertained his offers, never indulged in polite courtesies, never once left room for cooperation. Instead, you outbid him: on assets, on stocks, and, on rare occasions, even in exclusive dealerships.

An endless struggle of one-upping the other, a silent war waged in wealth and influence; especially when he sought your company whenever you were present. Yet what deal cannot be sweetened by Mora? As a sign of peace, he sent out gifts of gold and luxuries to you. You would respond with an appreciative nod, stepping closer until you could whisper alluringly in his ear:

“I have no need for such cheap trinkets. Save your pocket change next time. You might need it once I bankrupt you.” 

✧ In the days of old, when Tartaglia was a mere merry child in kindergarten - you and him were childhood “friends”. Well, friends, according to his parents. In truth, on the first day of kindergarten when little Ajax greeted you with a big toothy grin - you silently blinked at him and threw a ball in his face.

“Hey! What was that for, you big meanie?!”

“You’re too loud. You could’ve caught my ball instead of standing.” 

When Ajax was still a schoolboy, he had the misfortune of being in the same school and class as you. Probably the misfortune of growing up in a small, Snezhnayan town. Now in elementary, recess was a fleeting paradise of snow angels and playful battles, children laughing as they hurled snowballs at one another. Amidst the flurry of winter playtime, he spotted you peacefully building your snowman nearby. So naturally, he scooped up a small lump of snow and threw the ball at your back, a camaraderie way to invite for play.

What you did is run full speed at the boy and tackle him. It was a good thing that the teachers were nearby when they heard Ajax scream as you two almost rolled off a snowy hill.

“They tackled me first!”

“No, he attacked me first.” 

These were the fond memories of the 11th Fatui Harbinger, filled with mischief and boyish adventure. Occasionally, he sighs with nostalgia whenever he sees children playing in the snow. He wondered how life had shaped you, now that time had pulled you both onto separate paths, adulthood sweeping away the reckless days of youth. Perhaps he could say he even misses those childish fights with y-

Nope, never mind, you are standing right in front of him now.

“Huh? What… what are you doing here?” - he pointed at you in utter bafflement, seeing you in a unique Fatui uniform.

“Hm? Haven’t you received the news? I am your supervisor from now on.”

He took his words back, he absolutely didn’t miss you. He didn’t miss how calm and collected you were, from childhood to current adulthood, as if nothing fazed you. Most absurdly, how in Tsaritsa’s name does a Fatui Harbinger get someone like you as a training supervisor? He is the 11th; associates such as yourself work under him, even if Tartaglia would never enforce such principles.

“Hold that thought, is this a crude joke?! Who even assigned you?”

You reached for the clipboard in your hands – “Uh, someone by the name… Punella… Pulcinella? Chicken?”

“You don’t even know the name of the Harbinger that employed you?!!!” 

This was outrageous. A cruel jest of fate. Why would The Fatui even accept someone for the likes of you in their ranks? Judging by the fact you are sent by the Rooster, you weren’t some lackey either, but one who overlooked formal matters and ensured strict adherence to Fatui standards. Noticing his aghast tone of denial, you crossed your arms.

“Watch your tone, young man. From now on, all your progress as the 11th will be delegated to me. You better show some respect.”

“We are literally the same age!”

Perhaps those two little kids had never truly disappeared, only their playground had changed. Where there were once snowy schoolyards, there were now cold, disciplined Fatui training halls. Whenever you and Childe were in each other’s presence, any semblance of civility or maturity was promptly discarded. Bickering comments and familiar acts of physical nagging always remained. Only Pulcinella, the 5th Fatui Harbinger, stood by the hallway from afar, chuckling with parental mirth.

“Ah, childhood sweethearts. How delightful.”

I am back! Requests are back, feel free to chat or just share your headcanons with me. Otherwise, you may check my art or masterlist with the rest of the fanfics. Thank you for reading.

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I absolutely adore your rise TMNT with yan batfam short clips. Like the whole why pick them over us becomes 10x worse like. Reader is living in the sewers most of the times and basically decided that the turtles were their brothers and not batfam. They rather live in the sewers with a rat as a substitute dad and they prefer it. I can imagine how much of a blow that would be to them! Also the family knows nothing about them till bam here they show up with a different hero/vigilante group. Want to throw my two cents in that the reader likes to use war pain/ let's Micky pain on a mask that helps them blend in with the crew ( also I can imagine they don't like wearing the color black).

Oh yeah the Bat family is coping sooo hard.

 After they, quite rudely, take you back to Gotham they are gonna be on. Your. Ass. About how  “better this is” and “ isn’t this so much nicer then some nasty sewer” but you quite literally are having none of it

Every snide comment about how it’s “so much more open and spacious right?” is met with “I literally had a skate ramp outside my room Tim, fuck off” or “at least i was allowed to leave the sewer whenever i wanted, unlike here”

Like, 80% of the Bat family isn't blood related and even LESS than that have actually been formally adopted, so they can't even try to pull the “but we’re your REAL family” card with you, though Damian will still absolutely try. Of course, you always remind him that he literally stabbed you in the leg when you two first met. Yes you're still pissed about it, HE STABBED YOU! IN THE LEG!!

Jason’s bear hugs? Weak sauce compared to Raphs. Do you even lift bro? Also, don't you like, kill people? Tf are you doing here? Also aren’t you DEAD?!

Dicks puns and jokes? Yeah no, Leo’s funnier, also he’s not a cop, so.

Tim tries to wow you with some techie nonsense? Donnie learned that when he was 7, it’s not that impressive. “Also your formula is all wrong, get your shit together man, aren’t you supposed to be smart?” It wasn’t wrong, but watching him panic for the next half hour was priceless.

 You strictly call Cass by her last name because you already know Casey and Casey Jr. So yeah she’s been demoted to Cain. You'd have been nicer about it but then again she was complicit in your kidnapping soooo, no.

Bruce tries to scold you for being mean? Gee that's big talk coming from a guy who didn’t even know my birthday until about a week ago, you know who didn’t forget my birthday? My rat dad. Bitch.

Not to mention, you won't even talk to Alfred because you know he was the one who sold out where your apartment was. You're fucking pissed that he chose the rest of the family over you. Again.

Despite not particularly liking the color, you exclusively wear black arm and leg wraps to match with your brothers. Otherwise, it is nowhere to be found in any other article of clothing you own. Only the brightest of highlighter colors for you, thanks.

As for a mask, I'm thinking Winter Soldier vibes lol. You have a few of them at your disposal, with varying designs from both Mikey and yourself. Angelo will also doodle on your shield a lot, it’s basically his noncommittal doodle board. You have a full photo album dedicated to your favorites.

The Batfam also tries to gaslight you soooo much too, like, “if they really cared about you then where are they, it’s been weeks now and they haven’t even made an effort to look for you, doesn’t seem like they actually care all that much. But don't worry, we’ll always be here for you!”

“One, don’t you dare take that tone while talking about my family again, and two yeah my brothers are a little dumb but they're MY LITTLE brothers so they get to be. I know for a fact that once they realize I'm actually missing they will rip this place apart and I, for one, cannot wait to watch it happen”

The bats will totally think your bluffing, that is until a fucking sword slices through the literal fabric of reality and you fall backwards through a glowing blue portal before they can even sit down for dinner. They really have to reevaluate what they’re up against after that.

[https-bakugou]

Co-Worker Izuku / (Deku x GN! Reader) (Headcannons)

Co-Worker Izuku who seems to have developed a teeny tiny little crush on one of his fellow teachers. He just can't help himself! With the way you carry yourself and speak of your students in such a loving and caring manner, he was bound to fall eventually! Cut the poor man some slack.

Co-Worker Izuku who nervously asks if you want to share your lunch break with him, looking for any excuse to spend private time with you. The lunch itself moves smoothly, and Izuku’s glad that he had the chance to make you smile during it.

Co-Worker Izuku who doesn't notice the fact that his students have begun to notice something different about their teacher. He seems to be in a world of his own lately, his thoughts seem scattered and it’s when one of the girls points out that he seems to be suspiciously red in the cheeks when he’s around you - that's when the rest of the class put two and two together. 

Co-Worker Izuku who pathetically begs his class not to tell, telling them that he’d do anything for them to keep their mouths shut. He knows it's futile to try and argue with teenagers who have potential blackmail material. He knows there's no hope for him but he desperately wants to cling onto the last few moments he has by your side in ignorant bliss.

Co-Worker Izuku who stutters and stumbles over his words when you corner him after class with a small smirk on your pretty lips, and a hand on your hips. “A little birdie told me that you may or may not have a crush on me? Care to elaborate Izuku?”

Co-Worker Izuku who stammers out a few apologies and tells you that its okay if you both just remained friends, that you didn’t need to ruin your friendship with him because he felt this way about you.

Co-Worker Izuku who is absolutely floored when, instead of making fun of him, or rejecting him, you pull him in for a kiss, leaving him a flushed mess.

Co-Worker Izuku who decides it’s probably best if he just ignores the sound of teenagers giggling from behind that wall.

[voxslays]

HELLO I HOPE UR DOING AWESOME CUS I LOVE THIS BLOG may i request namgyu x thanos x reader whos clingy? tysmm

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CUDDLEBUG — THANOS & NAM-GYU

❀ Thanos wasn’t used to being held on to for dear life. Nam-gyu was somewhat clingy, sure. But you? You held onto the both of them—cuddling them, hugging them, simply holding their hands—so often, that they could swear you just wanted to crawl into their skin and live in it. It was very peculiar.

❀ It wasn’t that you made either of them uncomfortable or anything, they had just never experienced anyone like you before. Both Thanos and Nam-gyu were somewhat neglected during their childhoods, leaving them as a shell of the innocent children they once were. Thanos especially, since his father always came home high.

❀ But with you, they both felt safe. Nam-gyu enjoyed cuddling his head between your chest and shoulder as you lay on Thanos’ chest. It provided all of you a sense of comfort as you played the games, unsure if you’d ever make it back into the outside world alive.

“Move your legs, Nam-su.” Thanos groaned, probably high out of his mind as he takes another colorful red pill from his cross necklace. “It’s Nam-gyu.” Nam-gyu reminds him for the fiftieth time this week. You simply giggle. Despite knowing eachother for such a short amount of time, you had already grown so close.

“Can I have one of those?” Nam-gyu asks, holding out his hand as he lays down, cuddling your chest. Thanos hands him a light yellow pill, carefully placing it in his palm, before wrapping his arm around your waist. Without a second to comprehend, Thanos pulls you into his large, muscular chest.

Before long, all your limbs are tangled together like an intricate puzzle. It’s even harder to tell whose leg is who’s because of the identical green tracksuits you are all wearing. Although, Thanos’ does have a bit of blood right above the number placed on his left breast pocket. Yet, you don’t mind.

For now, all you care about is staying alive with the two boys you care most about in the world.

[sangoqueenkoko]

okay but why do people STILL, IN 2025, use an ‘x reader’ tag and proceed to use an oc…

as said in another yelling, don’t say stuff that doesn’t portray anything about the reader, it defeats the point of an ‘x reader’

fucking hate it

[hollaforlyla]

HIII I LOVE YOUR WORK ITS CRAZY HOW WELL YOU WRITE FOR SONIC??❤️ with that I'd like to ask for a Sonic x reader who misreads signals and while Sonic's over here with a rose and all, reader thinks he doesn't like them like that but then they figure it out somehow and WHAM HAPPY COUPLE!!

" Too Slow " ── sonic x gn!reader

THISSSSSSTHISTHISTHIS IS MY EVERYTHING THIS IS MU WHOLE LOVE I LOVE FICS KIKE THESEE . totally not going through it myself AHEM. thx for your kind words and request!! PLZ ENJOYY!! 😊🙏🏻

You had no idea why Sonic was acting so weird lately.

Sure, he was always a little cocky, a little smug—but lately, he’d been showing up out of nowhere, leaning against walls like some kind of cool action hero, flashing you grins that made your heart do a ridiculous somersault. He’d randomly hand you flowers, throw an arm around your shoulders, and once—just once—he’d winked at you after saying, “You know you’re my favorite, right?”

Which, of course, was just him being friendly. Sonic was like that with everyone. He was charismatic. Charming. A natural flirt. He didn’t mean anything by it.

So you brushed it off.

Even when he offered to run you home every day. Even when he always picked you first for team missions. Even when he sat just a little too close during group hangouts, tail brushing against yours.

You convinced yourself it was nothing.

Then came today.

You were standing in the middle of a quiet clearing, arms crossed, tail flicking in confusion as Sonic stood in front of you—holding a single, perfect red rose.

“Hey,” he said, offering it to you with an almost nervous grin. “For you.”

You blinked. “…What’s this for?”

Sonic tilted his head. “What do you mean, what’s it for? It’s a rose.”

“Yeah, I can see that,” you said slowly. “But… is it a joke? Did Knuckles dare you to do this?”

Sonic reeled back like you’d just slapped him. “What? No! Why would it be a joke?”

You shifted uncomfortably. “I mean… you don’t like me like that, right?”

Sonic stared.

Then he stared some more.

Then he dropped his head into his hands. “Oh my Chaos.”

You frowned. “What?”

“SIX MONTHS,” he groaned, dragging his hands down his face. “Six months of flirting, six months of picking you flowers, six months of me literally saying you’re my favorite person—and you thought I didn’t like you?!”

Your ears flattened. “Wait… you were serious?”

“YES!”

You took a moment to process. “Oh.”

Sonic threw up his hands. “Unbelievable.”

“…Wait.” Your eyes widened as realization hit you all at once. “Oh.”

Sonic gave you an exasperated look. “Finally catching up?”

“I—I thought you were just being Sonic! You’re friendly with everyone!”

“Yeah, but I don’t bring them roses!"

You glanced at the flower in your hands. A real, deep red rose. A romantic gesture.

A gift from Sonic.

For you.

Oh.

Your face burned. “I, um. Okay. I may have… misunderstood some things.”

“No kidding,” Sonic said, but there was a teasing lilt to his voice now. “So? Now that you do get it…” He smirked, leaning in just a little. “Got an answer for me?”

Your heart did another ridiculous flip. Then, finally, you smiled. “Yeah.” You held the rose close, glancing up at him. “I’d love to be your favorite person. Officially.”

Sonic beamed. “Now that’s what I like to hear.”

And just like that—WHAM. Happy couple.

[simping-for-joe]

I'd Wait For You

Vendetta Leon X Reader

You wake one day to find Leon missing from bed, you spend weeks for him only for him to show right back up at your doorstep with an injured arm.

A/N: I've had this idea for awhile. Vendetta Leon is kinda mentally unstable, and I'm sure this would be a difficult time. So Leon just disappears during the events of Vendetta just to reappear home afterwards, feels like it would fit for this era of Leon. I just love the idea of Leon coming home with a guilt and some therapy from Chris.

You wake to the feeling of sunlight on your face, making your nose crinkle with annoyance. You expect to hear your husband's chuckles as he usually did when you made faces. It was silent.

You opened your eyes to find the man missing from your side.

"Leon?" You call softly as his half of the bed is cold. You manage to drag yourself from bed, and head over to the bathroom. Only to find the door left wide open. "Leon?" You tried again, this time your voice started to sound panicked. You rushed around the house opening every room calling for your husband. "Leon!?" You shout, and rush back to your shared bedroom. Finding your phone and dialing his number. The sound of a phone ringing tips you off, and you rush to find his phone on the dinning room table. That's when you notice his keys are gone and his car is gone. Everything thing else was in the same spot, he was just gone.

You didn't know what to do, it seems he left but he wouldn't just leave without telling. Even if he's been a lot more drunk lately. You check your phone contacts and remember you have Hunnigan's number, hopefully maybe he was just sent on a mission and didn't tell you.

However, when you called she explained he was on vacation. Leaving you even more lost as he hadn't told you that. You decided the next best thing was to drive around town and try to find him. You couldn't really report him as missing as it seems like he just disappeared, but you didn't want to let that idea go. After spending almost the entire day looking everywhere you can think of for your husband. You try the police station.

"Look... we can report him as missing but there's no guarantee that'll do anything especially if..." The officer hesitates looking to you.

"He wouldn't just leave me." You try to argue, your eyebrows furrowing. Still, the horrible thought had entered your mind several times.

"Right... well, we'll see what we can do." He tries to assure you, but you leave without much hope. Just left wondering where in the world your husband could be.

You enter an empty home, feeling utterly exhausted and your footsteps sound like thunder in the empty home. You sit on the couch numbly, your thoughts rushing and bouncing around in your head.

"Where are you Leon..?" You asked the wall, feeling your chest get tighter. Your throat clenching, as your vision blurs. You didn't move from the couch too destroyed by your own worries.

The next morning, you refused to leave your phone anywhere in case of getting a call. From the police, or even Leon if he finally decided to call you. You've never so desperately wanted to hear his voice.

At work it was like you were on autopilot focused on getting through the day so you can drive around town to try and get a glimpse of Leon again. Someone had asked about something going on in New York, but you weren't really listening.

Another day without Leon, but you had managed to crawl into bed that time.

It was around 7 in the morning when the doorbell rang, confused but strangely hopeful your rushed to the door. Immediately you are greeted with the sight of your exhausted husband and his arm in a sling. A look of guilt heavy on his features. He gives you a nervous smile.

"I'm home..." He says with a nervous chuckle. You're debating if you should choke him or hug him. You open your mouth, trying to think of what to say. However, you feel it all fail as tears just immediately come from you. Shocking him, and his guilt just becomes more obvious on his face when he sees your tears. "H-Hey..." He approaches you slowly, unsure if you would want his embrace.

"Don't ever do that again!" You shout before hugging him tightly, being careful of his arm in a sling. "Please..." You add on sniffling softly.

"I'm sorry... I shouldn't have done that to you..." He says gently, running his hand through your hair. "I... I've been awful recently... but I promise I'll be better..." He promises you gently.

"I just don't know why you didn't talk to me... you don't have to be strong all the time." You point out moving away to brush away the tears on your cheeks. "I'm here support you too... I'm not asking for you to just do it." Your eyes scan his face, as his eyebrows pinch together before he nods.

"I... I know... but I love you so much... I'm just..." He huffs softly, clearly done with having emotional revelations for the day. But for his partner he can have one more. "Scared..." He says in a soft voice.

"I'm scared too... but we have each other..." You remind him, looking to him. It's quiet for a moment before you speak up again. "Now... you need a shower."

"Or... we could have a bath." He suggests with a smirk on his lips.

"I'll think about it..." His smirk wides at that idea. "No promises!" You say sternly, and he can only laugh. Thankful to be back home.

[lair-of-platonic-yanderes]

Hydro Sovereign's Child

Platonic! Yandere! Neuvillette x GN! Child! Furina! Reader

Description: Archons will do anything to protect their nations, including putting a burden in a child.

You might be immortal, but you are still a child. Child, who want to have a family.

Neuvillette doesn't know, what to think about you. Until he does.

And then one day, you were late for work.

Warning: OOC. English is my second language. Platonic Yandere. Focalor's actions can be seen as questionable. Reader need a hug. Spoilers for Fontaine Archon Quest. Reader were traumatized by Arlecchino. Aether is Traveler. Neuvillette isn't happy with Focalor and The Knave. Arlecchino's fate is gruesome.

A/N: It's a merge fic of two previously posted fics. The are few more sentences added, and an ending of the second fic now includes a rewritten scene with Neuvillette and Reader from the first fic.

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Her powers flow through Focalor's body. Hydro Archon looked at the distance, trying not to think too much about the current situation.

Separating divinity from body and spirit take a lot of time. And Focalor was left one on one with her thoughts during the separation.

Bit by bit, she separated everything, that even has a drop of divinity, from her body and soul. Her greatest creation. So perfectly human.

The process was almost over. Focalor could already see the outlines of the new "Hydro Archon". She only needed to separate the last bits of divinity.

And then her mind started to wander. Plan was risqué. If it fails, Fontaine will be doomed.

Another thought strike her, like a lightning. What if hydro dragon won't get enough powers from her divinity? Focalor's gaze feel on Oratrice Mecanique d'Analyse Cardinale, that now contained almost all of her divinity. Then her body fell on what essentially were her body and soul. The figure was the same height to Focalor.

Hydro Archon carefully reached with her powers to "Hydro Archon". Divinity was a tricky thing. It was everywhere in Archon's body. Perhaps, she should separate some more bits of her. That didn't have pure divinity, but have echoes of it?

Bit. After bit. After bit.

More powers were stored in Oratrice Mecanique d'Analyse Cardinale. Focalor's nodded slowly. It would be enough. Now she only needed to wake the new "Hydro Archon".

Focalor looked at them.

They became smaller. Much younger.

Child. "Hydro Archon" became a child.

Focalor chewed her lips. She could reverse separation and try again. And make sure, that this time her double will be older.

Her gaze fall on Oratrice Mecanique d'Analyse Cardinale again. All her powers were there. The chance for Fontaine's salvation.

On one hand, the bigger chance for salvation of her nation.

On the other hand, child, that won't be forced to live centuries under curse, with no chance of normal life.

Ever since she became an Archon, Focalor wasn't seen by her people. They won't question, why new archon are so young.

Oceanids left Fontaine. They won't reveal, that Archon aren't her.

The child will contain a good chunk of her non-plan related memories. They won't act according to their age. Their behavior won't be questioned.

Maybe, hydro dragon would find kid adorable. And it will help in her plan's succeed.

Fontaine. Or a child.

With tears in her eyes, Focalor finished the separation. Remains of her divinity flew into Oratrice Mecanique d'Analyse Cardinale. Before fading, she whispered.

"I am sorry, [Y/N]. I hope, that one day, you could forgive me."

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Sometimes, you saw a woman in your dreams. She had tears in her eyes. She would apologize to you over and over again.

At first, you thought, that she was your mother. Your mother, that entrust Very Important Mission on you.

You quickly realized, that she wasn't your mom.

You were just a shred of true Hydro Archon. And she had a Very Important Mission for you.

You are a kid and you have a mission

You are a kid and you don't have a mom.

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Neuvillette hasn't seen Hydro Archon before. He heard about them.

Loud, boisterous, attention seeker (with term 'spoiled brat' whispered in the dark alleys).

Today, he would see them for the first time.

When he was called in the room, where Hydro Usurper would meet with him, Neuvillette braced himself, before entering.

At first, he thought, that room was empty. He couldn't see Hydro Archon anywhere. Then his gaze fall on the child, that were sitting on the couch before a small table, full of treats. He could feel it. Child have traces of divinity.

'That child are Hydro Archon?'

Meanwhile, child struck a little pose.

"Are you speechless, Monsieur Neuvillette? I can't blame you. You are in the presence of The brightest Star of Fontaine!"

Neuvillette's eyes widen.

'Why Hydro Usurper were so young?'

Meanwhile, child waved their hand.

"I know, that you would gladly spend hours admiring me, but, you will have enough time for that! Should we discuss your new job as Chief Justice, Monsieur Neuvillette?"

Neuvillette slowly nodded.

"We should..."

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Your room in Palais Mermonia was a dream come true for any children. Tons of toys, children books, big bad you can jump on. You need something else? You could always ask for it, and it will be delivered to your doorstep.

Everyone loves the Biggest Celebrity of Fontaine. Child Archon deserve only best things.

Among all of your toys, you only loved three.

Three plush animals.

During the first hundred years of your performance, you played pirates, adventures and theater with them.

During the second century of your performance, you played school with them.

During the third century of your performance, you played explorers with them.

During the fourth century of your performance, you read books to them.

During the fifth century of your performance, you cried yourself to sleep, while hugging your favorite three toys.

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Neuvillette was in his office. He had some time to take a quick break.

He was holding his glass, full of water from The Fountain of Lucine. Some melusines decided to bring his a bottle of Fountain's water. Surprisingly, they also saw Hydro Archon with their hands in the Fountain. They quickly left, when they saw melusines near.

Neuvillette was thinking.

By all means, Neuvillette shouldn't like Hydro Archon.

[Y/N] have his elemental authority.

[Y/N] were loud, boisterous and snotty.

[Y/N], while not being The First, still were one of the Seven Usurper.

But Neuvillette can't bring himself to hate the kid, or be angry at them.

They were just a kid. There were no reason to waste his anger on them. Neuvillette won't be surprised, if Hydro Archon won't fight, if Neuvillette decides to challenge them for hydro authority.

Neuvillette took the first sip.

He was flooded with emotions.

Emotions of a very lonely and sad child. Neuvillette froze. It never happened before. [Y/N]... Were it you? Were it your emotions?

Neuvillette drank the rest of the glass.

Then the remaining water from the bottle.

He returned to his work. But young hydro archon were still on his mind.

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You were attending an opera performance in Opera Epiclese. Neuvillette refused the invitation, pretending, that he had some important work to do.

It was the truth. But, his work wasn't connected to the court.

Neuvillette closed the door in your room behind him. Neuvillette wasn't supposed to be here, in your room. But he wanted to see, with his own eyes, how you lived. And why you were so sad.

The room was big, full of everything, that a child could ever want or need.

Yet, everything looked too new. Too clean. Like you weren't using anything in your room.

Except for three well-worn plush toys (Ball Octopus, Bubbly Seahorse and Armored Crab) on your bed. The traces of countless repairs clearly visible on the stuffed animals.

Neuvillette looked at your bookshelves. There was a common theme in all of your books. In them, at the end, main characters will get a family. A loving parents or older siblings.

'Lonely Archon. Lonely child...'

Dragons looked after their young. In some cases, they looked after each other dragonets.

Hydro Dragon has never looked after young dragonets. But, he also hasn't lived among humans.

Neuvillette has lived among humans for five hundred years now.

Maybe, it was time to took in a child.

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The cat you met on the street was fluffy and playful. You can't help, but smile. Animals were good. Animals were great.

But, you can't focus entirely on the cat. One thought was bothering you.

Something strange was happening with Neuvillette. It looked like, he was looking after you? He sent warm meals to you through melusines, ordered guards to bring more blankets to your room, shut down annoying reporters... He even put a scarf around your neck that day, when temperature in Opera Epiclese were colder, than usual.

If you were honest, he always scared you a little. You don't want to think, what he will do with you, when your performance will be over. He looked distant and hard to approach.

So why he was so worried about you? Your loud attitude didn't change, so, why Neuvillette suddenly decided to take care of you?

The cat's loud meow interrupted your thoughts. It hissed and dashed away from you. You reach your hand towards it.

"Wait! Can we play some more?!"

Then a shadow fall on you.

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Neuvillette was equally worried and annoyed.

[Y/N] were late. They were never late before. They, despite being loud, dramatic and childish (for a five hundred-year-old archon), were responsible and punctual.

So, either something happened, that kept them late, or they overslept.

Neuvillette tapped out a simple rhythm on the tabletop with his fingers. In terms of inner and outer politics, legal proceedings and all other "Running the nation" business, he did most of the job, but [Y/N] still remain the most important figure and their participation was necessary.

Making a decision, he raised up from his chair and left the office.

A few minutes later, he climbed the stairs to the top floor of Palais Mermonia and stood at the door of their room.

Ceasth and Enghien¹, two melusines, that were guarding the door (recently, Neuvillette find it impossible, if not outright preposterous, to let humans guard [Y/N]'s room or kid themselves. Hydro Sovereign's child should be protected by a dragon, vishap or new sort of Hydro vishap), didn't notice him at first. They were whispering to each other, looking distressed. They didn't even realize, that Neuvillette was here, until he cleared his throat.

Melusines' ears perked up, they turned their heads in unison towards Neuvillette. Ceasth's tail nervously twitched.

"Monsieur Neuvillette! Good morning! Just in time, we were ready to go into your office."

Neuvillette frowned slightly.

"Did something happened with [Y/N]? Why they are late?"

Neuvillette tried not to roll his eyes, when both melusines looked appalled by how he addressed the archon.

Recently, Neuvillette not only stopped trusting people with protecting his kid. He couldn't bring himself to think about [Y/N] as an archon. It leads to some awkward moments, when he called [Y/N] by their name and without any title (both official and non-official) in someone else's company. He still remembered Clorinde's pale face, when she heard Neuvillette blatant disrespect. Even melusines, who, admittedly, weren't big fans of Hydro Archon, looked disturbed. A few times his tongue slipped, and he called [Y/N] by their name, when they worked together. Kid either choose to let it slide, or didn't pay too much attention to Neuvillette's words.

But right now, he has no time to deal with cultural shock. He leaned forward, looked straight at melusines. He repeated, slowly and clearly.

"Did something happened with [Y/N]?"

Enghien licked her lips, rubbing her hands.

"Yesterday they came back late. And they were... in distress. They didn't eat, and just stayed in their room. I don't know if they managed to sleep."

Ceasth didn't wait for Neuvillette to ask the next question.

"They were crying. There were some noise, coming from the room. Like Lord² [Y/N] were moving something. There also were sounds of something hitting the glass and talking. I couldn't make out the words, but the tone was... desperate... And now... Better, if you see it on your own, Monsieur Neuvillette."

Neuvillette's blood felt, like it froze. Crying, someone made [Y/N] cry...

Ceasth, obvious to Neuvillette's emotions, turned around, knocking on the door. She raised her voice, so [Y/N] would hear her.

"Lord [Y/N]! Please..."

The loud cry interrupted her.

"Go a-away! I-I w-won't g-go out!"

The voice ended up in sobbing. Neuvillette fight the urge to knock down the door.

His kid, his dragonet were in distress. His kid, his dragonet need their father!

Neuvillette spoke slowly, keeping his emotions in check.

"Caeth, Enghiene, please, leave us. I will deal with the situation."

Melusines looked at each other, but turned away from the door without questions. Waiting until the couple disappeared around the corner, Neuvillette knocked on the door.

Immediately, the voice followed.

"I s-said, go a-away! I will s-stay h-here!"

Neuvillette's voice was soft.

"[Y/N], I promise, I won't make you leave your room. But, please, let me come in. I want to make sure, that you are okay."

[Y/N] didn't answer. Neuvillette waited for a few seconds, before putting a hand on the handle.

"[Y/N], I am coming in."

Still no answer. Neuvillette pressed the door handle. Thankfully, it wasn't locked.

The room didn't change much since his last visit. It was a kid's dream come true, with everything being too new.

But the once tidy room were a mess.

All toys, blankets, pillows and chairs were gathered in a heap in the corner of the room.

From the depths of the makeshift shelter, a pair of frightened eyes, reddened from tears, looked at Neuvillette.

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Sometimes, you wished, that your mom Focalors didn't give you a mission.

You wanted a family and wanted to have friends.

Despite everything, you were just a kid.

You tried, you really tried to do your best. To be a good actor.

Crying yourself to sleep was enough for you to keep your emotions in check. Until yesterday.

A Scary Monster attacked you. Scary Monster tried to kill you.

You don't remember, how you managed to escape and got to your room.

Only in your room you get a small break.

You cried. You were scared and terrified. Scared of Monster, that almost killed you.

Whatever you look, you saw Monster.

You didn't feel safe. You made a shelter from everything you could move into the corner. In a small breaks, you were hitting the mirror in your room, where four centuries ago you saw her. And you begged.

"M-mom! P-please, I am scared! P-please, mom, I-I don't want to be an archon a-anymore. I don't like that game! P-please, m-mom, I... I want a hug! Mom, there is a scary Monster in Fontaine! It almost killed me! M-mom..."

She didn't come. She didn't appear in your room, or in the mirror. She didn't say, that she won't let anyone hurt you, that you will be okay.

You were alone. You were alone for the last four centuries.

You didn't sleep that night. And couldn't bring yourself to leave your room.

You tried to force yourself to leave the room. You tried to tell yourself, that you have an important task.

You didn't listen.

There was a Monster outside.

And it was searching for you

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Neuvillette's heart aches, seeing his kid so scared and vulnerable. He carefully approached the shelter, and big tearful eyes watched his every step.

Neuvillette stopped before the shelter, sitting on the floor, making himself look smaller, more approachable. He slowly extended both hands towards the frightened child. They whimpered, curling into a ball. Neuvillette could see [Y/N] hugging a familiar plush Ball Octopus. Bubbly Seahorse and Armored Crab were also here, flanking the scared child.

"P-please, leave me alone." [Y/N] trembled, not looking at Neuvillette. "I will work from here today."

Neuvillette's frown deepen. There should be something he can do to make the kid calm down.

Neuvillette looked around. His gaze stopped on a familiar bookshelf, full of books about kids having families and getting ones.

A foggy memory surfaced on his mind.

A century ago, there was a relatively popular children's play in Mondstadt. A musical about a family having a happy life and going on adventures together.

There was a short Teyvat tour. In Fontaine, they were performing in Opera Epiclese.

[Y/N] watched all performances they had. Moreover, some melusines whispered about seeing Hydro Archon sneaking around the place, where acting troupe were practicing.

Neuvillette wasn't interested in children's plays. He barely remembered the tunes. But his kid needed it.

He started humming. One of the songs from the play, which mother sang to her children.

He didn't remember much. But now, repeating the melody over and over, he started to remember the tune.

[Y/N] stopped shaking. They were silently watching Neuvillette, tears running down kid's cheeks.

Neuvillette, still humming, extended his arms towards [Y/N] again.

This time they moved. With all of their three favorite plushies, they crawled towards Neuvillette. They left the shelter, letting Neuvillette see the unkempt appearance of normally tidy child.

Without letting their toys go, [Y/N] reached towards Neuvillette.

Still humming the lullaby, he hugged them, and slowly stand up, trying not to drop them and their toys.

He was holding them with one hand, while slowly petting their head with the other.

He put his chin on top of kid's head. Their hair was unkept, but fluffy.

[Y/N] were sobbing.

Neuvillette didn't speak, preferring to hum the melody. He managed to recall not only the whole motive, but, even some verses.

His voice never sounded so warm before.

"...My, beloved child please stay here, in my arms. While, you're still small and fragile I, will keep you safe from harm.."³

[Y/N] stopped sobbing. Now they were sitting here, with their face hidden in Neuvillette's chest.

Neuvillette didn't speak. He sang the song a few more times, before asking.

"Little one, tell me, who made you so upset? Your dad will punish them. Your dad will make sure, that no one will hurt you."

A pair of [e/c] eyed stared at Neuvillette.

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You are supposed to be an archon.

A loud, boisterous god.

Lord of All Waters, Kindreds, Peoples, and Laws. God of justice.

But you weren't them. They are her titles.

Titles, that you supposed to pretend to have.

You are supposed to be strong. You should yell at Neuvillette. You should chew him out for braking the subordination.

You were a God of Fontaine.

You were a liar, who would probably be kicked out on the streets the morning moment the lie is discovered.

And who would probably still be kicked out, when That Trial is over.

You didn't want to think about it. You wanted to think, that after the prophecy is averted, and you will be free to live your own life, they will appear.

Your family.

Your dad, who will protect you, and who will take you on travels.

Your mom, who will give you warm hugs and sing you lullabies.

You will live in a small cozy cottage. You will attend school, play with friends, get good grades.

And your family will love you.

But, what if it was just a lie? What if no one will be here? What if you will be alone. Forever.

You should yell at Neuvillette, who sang you a lullaby. You should chew him out for wanting to be your dad.

You didn't want to do it. You will let his disrespectful attitude slide. Just for a bit.

You are just a kid, right? Y-you...

You wanted to have a family just for a bit. A protective father.

"Monster... I was attacked by a monster...⁴ I just wanted to play with a cat... I didn't do anything wrong! And then monster..."

You were still crying. Neuvillette tighten his hug. He fought the urge to growl. He didn't want to scare you.

He caught his reflection in the window's glass.

His eyes became even more dragon-like. Slits of pupils became even thinner, irises became dark-purple, and scleras became light-purple.

He didn't growl, but he did bare his teeth. His canines became sharp, too sharp to be human teeth. Dragon's fangs. Neuvillette wondered if they were sharp enough to tear apart the monster.

Not now. He should make sure, that his dragonet are safe.

_____

"Don't be mistaken, Monsieur Neuvillette, I do respect you. Her Royal Highness the Tsaritsa view you as an embodiment of Fontaine's Laws and Justice. However, I can't help, but wondering, what keeps Lord [Y/N] so busy? They have been missing official diplomatic meetings. Is Fontaine trying to send a message? Maybe, Snezhnaya became too insignificant in eyes of Hydro Archon. So insignificant, that Hydro Archon didn't care about meeting with a diplomat in person."

Arlecchino looked at him above the teacup. Neuvillette's face was emotionless. He waited for her to take a sip.

"Mademoiselle Arlecchino, don't you think, that you are crossing the line? Or did Cryo Archon make the most rude and mindless donkeys Snezhnayan diplomats?"

Arlecchino coughed, choking on a tea. Neuvillette's face still was emotionless, but he was delighted. Because, if she was the monster, who attacked his dragonet, she deserved nothing, but pain.

"Lord [Y/N] decided to spend all their time on solving the prophecy. The fate of a nation is more important, than a little dispute over Snezhnayan harbinger."

Arlecchino finally caught her breath.

"It's... not a little dispute. Childe was arrested for some unknown reasons, Fontaine didn't do anything to investigate his case, and you are refusing to let us investigate. One would think, that Fontaine want to cut ties with Snezhnaya."

Neuvillette looked through the window. His thoughts were far away. He was thinking about a home, far away from the capital. About small pound at the front yard with otters. About cozy rooms. And about his little dragonet. What were you doing right now? Were you reading? Were you playing? He hopped, that you weren't crying or trembling with fear. Because you were afraid, that monster will attack you again.

Three days ago he got you away from Palais Mermonia. He took you in his own house. It was secure, no one knew where it was. He promised, that you will be safe there. There was everything you will ever need. Cozy room, toys, books. Friendly otters, tasty food.

A good place to raise a dragonet.

And while dragonet are safe in their nest, Dragon Dad will hunt.

He didn't care, that you don't know who exactly attacked you. He would find out.

"Fortress of Meropide isn't under Fontaine's jurisdiction. Lord [Y/N] and I can't order Duke Wriothesley to release your colleague. Either spoke with Duke directly, or wait for Marechaussee Phantom to investigate his case. And stop lecturing me on how to run a nation."

He looked directly in Arlecchino's eyes.

"Now, I believe, that we have nothing else to discuss."

Harbinger stayed silent. With a nod, she stood up.

"We will continue our discussion later, Monsieur Neuvillette."

When she left, Neuvillette whispered.

"We will, if you are the one, who hurt my dragonet."

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Neuvillette didn't really want to help Arlecchino or Childe. But he did ask Traveler and Paimon to get to Fortress of Meropide just to get make that annoying harbinger to shut up.

It took them a few days to learn about Childe's disappearance. However, they only decided to give a full report to Neuvillette after their month-long sentence was over. Neuvillette wasn't paying attention to their report. He was checking the list of names he made.

All Fontainians, all melusines, all tourists and diplomats. Everyone could have been the one, who attacked [Y/N] a month ago. Some names were crossed. He checked their alibis, and they were innocent. He still has a lot of names in his list.

"Oh, Monsieur Neuvillette, [Y/N] were always an Archon, right?" Paimon's question caught Neuvillette's attention. He looked at flying fairy, raising an eyebrow. Paimon was obvious to Neuvillette's confusion, and to Aether's 'Paimon, no' whispers.

"Of course they always were. What a strange question."

Neuvillette return to his list. Paimon, still obvious to Aether's whispers, explained.

"The Knave told us, that [Y/N] might be a liar. They don't have a gnosis."

Neuvillette dropped his pen. He slowly looked at Paimon again. Fairy start explaining, while Aether just rubbed his forehead in defeat.

"What?" His mouth was dry. He could barely utter that one word.

"Well, you see... One month ago she tried to get the Hydro Gnosis..."

One month ago... When [Y/N]...

"...She waited, when [Y/N] were alone..."

His child, after another nightmare filled night was crying, while he was hugging them...

His eyes became more draconic...

"...they didn't fight, only begged to be spared..."

They again barricaded all windows in the house. Afraid, that one day monster will return...

Fangs broke the skin of his lips, filling his mouth with metallic taste of blood...

"...there were no gnosis, but they survived..."

They were spooked by a snapped twig, thinking, that monster was coming...

Sharp claws shredded the useless list...

"... perhaps, they just cursed. Maybe, if we face Lord [Y/N] in court..."

JUDGE [Y/N]? HIS LITTLE DRAGONET? HYDRO SOVEREIGN'S CHILD? WHAT THESE PESTS THINK THEY ARE?!

"OUT!!!"

Neuvillette's roar shook Palais Mermonia, and terrified Aether and Paimon ran away.

Neuvillette, now more of a beast, than a human, sank his claws in the table.

Arlecchino. She was his target after all.

The hunt was on.

-----

Next few days Neuvillette couldn't look for Arlecchino. Poisson was flooded with Primordial Sea waters. People start demanding to see [Y/N], who still were staying in his home.

During days Neuvillette was dealing with aftermath if the flood.

At nights, he was taking care of [Y/N]. Their nightmares finally became less frequent. They even started to play outside more often.

There was a trial scheduled for today. Surprisingly, details of the trial were hidden from him.

For some reason, instead of a trial, Lyney and Lynette were performing. Neuvillette was ready to leave, when twins performed their last trick.

On a stage three people appeared.

Traveler, Paimon and utterly terrified you.

-----

You were just taking a small walk. You wanted to pick up some flowers to make a flower crown for Neuvillette.

The last month were scary, but you have never been happier before. You felt like a normal child who have the greatest dad in the world.

Somehow, you were found by people of Fontaine. They were shouting. Demanding answers from you.

You ran. Traveler found you and take you to a safe place.

In some cruel twist of fate, he got you into the court.

Aether's voice wasn't loud, but for you, it sounded like yelling.

"Your honor, I would like to charge Lord [Y/N] as a fraud who's never been the Archon in the first place."

You were trying to keep yourself together. You can't let them see your fear.

Neuvillette could barely contain his anger.

"I won't tolerate baseless accusations in the Court. There will be no trial today."

"But, Monsieur Neuvillette, by Fontaine laws..."

She still was talking, but neither you nor Neuvillette heard her.

Arlecchino was standing on the stage.

You start to back away, until your back was pressed directly to Oratrice Mecanique d'Analyse Cardinale.

You recognize her.

Monster finally found you.

You felt alone. Monster was here. Fontaine hated you. You wanted to return to Neuvillette's home. To you home.

You heard familiar whisper. As usual, it was coming from the Oratrice Mecanique d'Analyse Cardinale.

'You can do it, [Y/N]!'

No. You can't do it. You hated doing it. You hated Focalor for putting you through centuries of torture. You hated people of Teyvat, who didn't want to see a kind, open archon, who demanded to see a loud, spoiled Star of Fontaine. You hated Arlecchino. You lost your sleep because of her. You lived in fear because of her.

You had no friends. You had no family.

Neuvillette was the only one, who cared. He was the only one, who saw real you.

You found your voice. You scream.

Neuvillette's blood boiled. She was here. She was scaring his child.

He didn't hear voices in the court room. He didn't hear her voice.

But there was one thing he heard.

"D-dad!" his child called, and Neuvillette moved.

Neither him nor you noticed, how Indemnitium in Oratrice Mecanique d'Analyse Cardinale start going wild.

-------

Heavy body crushed into Arlecchino. Neuvillette's boot immediately pressed her head was against the stage.

"I will inlaid your broken body on Hydro Archon's statue!"

Neuvillette didn't care about screams of audience. He didn't care about narwhal, that was ready to consume everyone in sight.

He only cared about killing the harbinger.

Suddenly, the room felt with light. Noises were gone.

Narwhal was gone.

Arlecchino was gone.

[Y/N] were gone.

Only her.... Hydro Usurper was here.

Hydro Sovereign and Hydro Archon looked at each other.

----

Neuvillette listened to her explanation of her plan. When she finished, he spoke. His lips barely moved.

"You made them cry."

Focalor hide her gaze. She looked guilty.

"I know. And I am sorry for that. I wanted to save Fontaine. If there was another way..."

Sharp talons pierced Focalor's shoulders. Neuvillette growled, showing his sharp fangs.

"You made my kid suffer, Focalor! Knew, that today you aren't being judged for your predecessor's sins. Today, you are being judged for your own sins. For every single one of [Y/N]'s tears."

Neuvillette shoved her away. He was watching her, like a hawk.

"They called for you. They called you 'mother'." Neuvillette didn't blink.

"I... am not their mother..." Focalor's voice was weak. There was no use in saying anything. She could see it.

Her decision in taking away more powers, in making child a false archon, lead to this. At first, she thought, that hydro dragon might find [Y/N] adorable, and it will save Fontaine.

He did find [Y/N] adorable.

But, it looks like Fontaine's fate won't be as good as she hoped it would be.

Oratrice Mecanique d'Analyse Cardinale fell on her.

Hydro Sovereign's authority was restored.

-----

You stand before The Fountain of Lucine.

Primordial Sea waters left streets of Fontaine.

Instead, they became walls, that were separating Fontaine from the rest of Teyvat.

People of Fontaine, lost, confused, were leaving the Opera Epiclese.

It wasn't the end.

You were alone. You felt lost.

What should you do now? Where should you go?

Suddenly, you were picked up. Iudex of Fontaine was cradling you. He had a smile, you never saw on his face before.

"There you are, small dragonet! I am so glad, you didn't get lost. Let's go home, my sweet. I believe, I have to make up for a five hundred years of childhood and family love. I will take a good care of you, I promise! I will teach you about using Hydro powers, you will have everything you need, you will never cry again."

He started walking, while still carrying you. You closed and opened your mouth.

"I don't have a vision... And I won't live that long."

Neuvillette hummed. Something heavy landed in your stomach.

A hydro gnosis.

" I will share my hydro authority with you, my little dragonet. Oh, and don't worry, [Y/N]. Everything will be fine from now on. You will never see people, that want to hurt you. Now you can enjoy your life to the fullest."

Gnosis glow. It succumbed into your chest. You felt powers running through you.

You felt, that something drastic will happen in Fontaine.

And you didn't care.

------

You were back home. Some melusines were keeping your company, while you were playing outside.

Everywhere you look, you saw walls of water, that still were separating Fontaine from the rest of Teyvat.

Neuvillette left, saying, that he must deal with the monster.

------

Hydro Sovereign powers over the Primordial Sea were exceptional. He could easily give people of Fontaine a temporary forgives for their sins, or could easily create walls, made of Primordial Sea waters.

He could also easily make that walls a normal water again. And take away the forgiveness.

"Bring me the harbinger, if you don't want to dissolve in waters of the Primordial Sea."

She was here. Standing before him.

For the first time in ages, he was in his full dragon form. His talons grabbed her.

Hydro dragon spoke, and his voice made the earth quake.

"You are guilty. Pay for your crimes with your blood."

He was a dragon, but his horns weren't that sharp. In the water teeth and claws were much more useful for hunting.

To impale someone with his horns will be a torture. For an impaled.

And Neuvillette would love every second of it.

------

Natlan was a nation of dragons.

Place, where humans and saurians live together.

Fontaine became a nation of a dragon and his dragonet.

Neuvillette, Hydro Sovereign, ruled over the nation. He was a judge and an executor.

But you were the one who were sitting on the throne.

A child, who were adored by Hydro Dragon. Child, for whom Neuvillette will flood Teyvat.

Perhaps, you were supposed to do something about it. To tell Neuvillette, that he is wrong.

But you won't do it.

Not when he was taking care of you, when he was making sure that you are happy.

You always wanted to have a family. And, at that point of your life, you didn't care, if Fontaine's freedom was the price for your happiness.

---

¹ Quest-exqlusive melusines from canon. Ceasth is from Sigewinne's story quest, Enghiene is from "Lil' Fungi's Fun-Tastic Fiesta" and "Dance of Resolute Will" events.

²Headcannon time! It seems, "Lord" title for Archons are gender-neutral. We have Lord Barbatos, who, despite having an androgynous statue, is a male for in-universe people (see 'Sub-Space Boulder: Verdant Peak' description), and Greater Lord Rukkhadevata with Lesser Lord Kusanali, two females. I didn't want to use canonical Regina, because it is a female title.

³https://youtu.be/7bXnWKxdry8?si=UujvicBmoMmicdRU

⁴ Headcannon time. It seems, that at first Furina didn't recognize, who attacked her until she met Arlecchino later during official meeting.

[candiiee]

now why hadn’t you noticed this before.

now why hadn’t you noticed this before.

Izuku Midoriya, class failure and nerd, was JACKED.

Maybe that would explain why he was looking more tired nowadays. Maybe that would explain why Bakugo, who looked like a stick figure, didn’t beat the shit out of him.

You could have sworn Midoriya had no muscle on him. You’ve known him since he was five for gods sake. (Well, not really known, considering you never ever had a conversation with him. you quite frankly just watched.)

He was a twig! though it was a little funny to notice that Bakugo noticed as well. And was seemingly starting to work out as well. For someone who hated his childhood friend, he sure was bad at it. well, sure he still bullied him, but spent way too much time watching him.

anyways. it got you thinking, perhaps you should start working out as well? if they were working out, shouldn’t that mean you should start as well?

You didn’t want to get left behind, of course. So you worked out, ever so slowly gaining muscle.

And you couldn’t help but hope someone else had noticed too.

[blood-smiles]

𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍’𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𐀪𐀪

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄! 𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐋 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 - MDNI TW!! suggestive thoughts and actions coming from yandere . yandere character . defo unprofessional behavior from reader . very gory towards end . This is Yandere, do you need more warnings??? Lmao . I NEED HELP MAKING CONVERSATION FLOW, HELP IS NEEDED (；´д｀)ゞ

╰┈➤ Kicking your shoes on, you made haste of getting ready, you had dolled yourself up, applying your beauty knowledge and professional techniques in and out of your studio.

Grabbing a furry white coat and wringing your keys in the pockets, you kicked the door open and sprinted all the way to your car, getting in the driver’s seat and revving up the engine of your vehicle.

Your eyes wandered towards the moon, the orb in the sky glittered brighter than any other night, a soft blue shimmering off the surface, the centerpiece in the sky amongst the twinkling stars.

You smiled, you had high expectations for this night, was it unprofessional on your part? Oh, yes, definitely. But you honestly couldn’t care less!

You arrived to a beautiful manor, the moon cast a bright light over the white walls of the almost castle like structure.

The door opened softly, revealing the one you were waiting for, your eyes widened, he looked more dazzling than ever.

That.. Hair, his hair was curled, a stark contrast to the straight hair you were used to.. And you felt a strange sense of Deja Vu.

His heterochromatic eyes met with yours, shyly waving at you, he stopped for a moment, as if allowing your eyes to skim over his body.

A sky blue satin slip dress stuck to his body, tailored to fit his body shape in a flattering manner, specifically bringing attention to his slim waist.

A soft white boa hung off his gloved forearms, making him look like a nymph out of a fairytale book.

After snapping out of it you adjusted your clothes, now feeling a little self conscious about your fashion choices.

The car door opened softly, a sweet vanilla smell wafted into the vehicle as Mikhail proceeded inside the car.

Leaning down to not bump his head you couldn’t help but get a view of his chest, soft skin gleaming with fine glitter dust.

Out of respect, you immediately looked away, saving yourself and him an awkward moment.

“You look beautiful.” He breathed out softly, his face slightly colored in a soft pink, deep eyes filled with an indescribable adoration.

Sweat gathered on the back of your neck, taken by the sudden compliment, god. You probably looked so gross right now.

“I-Well, thank you. Y-You look even more beautiful than I do.” You shyly smiled, leaning in for a quick hug.

Mikhail pounced at the opportunity and hugged you back, a little too long and close however. Gently kissing your cheek before sitting back in his seat.

Thank the lord, you didn’t notice how his inner legs were drying off from a sticky substance. Hopefully that pheromone thing people were talking about on social media was true.

You didn’t know he had masturbated to your pictures right before he left the house.

The drive was pleasant as the both of you spoke and joked about the things of life, you didn’t know that Mikhail had such a sharp tongue. He had his own way of saying things, mostly with sarcastic remarks but without losing his air of elegance.

The both of you walked into the restaurant, your arm looped into his and gently holding his bicep. It surprised you he would allow you to be this touchy so far but, a win is a win..?

Moonlight shadowed Mikhail’s face in the most delicate of ways, looking as if it was scripted and was inside a photo studio. If you were oblivious, you would think that there was a light reflector propped up somewhere.

You found yourself really liking this type of lighting and making a mental note of implementing such angle into future shoot.

His face was so familiar.. It tickled a spot of your brain so annoyingly, it felt as if it was being poked and prodded every time you looked at his face and body. There was something just so—

“(Y/N)? Sweetie? Are you alright?..” the silver haired man tilted his head at you, waving at you a little.

You blinked a few times, your mask slipping for a second, only to immediately tilt it back on your face. Offering a small smile to diffuse the situation.

“A-Ah, sorry. It’s just.. Am I crazy or have we met before?” The question came out lightly, almost as if it was a subtle joke.

To your surprise, he scoffed. An attractive chuckle spilling from his glossed lips

“Did it really take you that long to notice? Hm?” He teased, his voice filtered with a slight tone of condescension, putting a hand to cover his mouth.

“..Y-Yes???” You swallowed thickly, playing with the corner of the table cloth “You were that person under the moon.. What was it.. uhm— 3 years ago? I remember you vaguely—“ you toyed with a napkin, folding it and unfolding it various times, making patterns on the once smooth paper.

“You ran away from me when I was going to give you my phone number.. haha?” He paused at that, biting his bottom lip softly as he considered his next words carefully..

“I got nervous, I remember looking at your face and seeing that beautiful look in your eyes and.. I suppose I couldn’t take it and fled like I was used to.” He explained softly, rubbing his arm.

“—That leads me to the next thing, it was thanks to you I am here now. You are the reason I have even pursued this career!” He stopped to breath, his cheeks progressively turning a deeper color as he clutched a hand to his chest, a crazed look taking over his usually serene expression, “I now live in luxury thanks to you, I would be lost without you. You are my savior—My reason to live— My soulma—“

“Are you both ready to order?” The voice of a waiter swiftly cut his lovesick ramble off.

You stared at the model for a moment, still processing the strange and sudden confession from the beauty.

You blinked hard, you blinked once, twice. Hell even thrice.

“U-Uhm. I will have some (food) with some w..wine.” Your voice came out bewildered, your tone sounding off and as if you had been just woken up with an electric shock.

The man across from you glared at the waiter, hate filling his unusually colored eyes. His gaze sharp as a newly sharpened dagger. if you were in the receiving end of his glare, you might have pissed your pants.

“..I’ll have some grilled fish with a salad, don’t forget to get me the finest wine you have.” Mikhail ordered politely, feigning goodwill but keeping his tone as clipped and short as possible.

He was pissed, oh and you could tell. A small vein sprawled across his cheek, the jugular in his neck bulging as he looked at the innocent waiter.

The waiter smiled before turning and leaving.

The mood was.. tense, you suppose. But, this would be a good time to gauge some information from him.

“So.. What was your childhood like?” You asked, clearing your throat and drumming your fingers along the beautiful wooden table.

“..It was alright, I struggled a little in my earliest years though. My parents and I aren’t natives to this country, so we never had any solid footing. I guess I grew up with little.”

He softly related, his fingers picking out lint from his dress.

He continued shortly, “When you found me, I was not doing too well. My mom had passed and I was unemployed, basically homeless.” Mikhail  shrugged as if it was no biggie.

His eyes zipped up to yours, establishing eye contact with a fiery look in his eyes.

“Then you found me. No kidding but.. You improved my life in ways that aren’t even describable, and I am seriously thankful and indebted to you for my whole life.” The man bowed his head, his hand grasping at your own and interlocking his fingers in between yours.

“..I wish to learn more about you, talk with you— Share with you. I feel a connection, as if we were bound by invisible threads of fate. Every moment away from you feels like a thousand years of torture.” he took a moment to breathe deeply, mustering his confidence.

“Will you give me the chance to prove that I am worthy of your time and love?”

Wow.. You didn’t even know how to react, your jaw had dropped a little at that whole confession. 

“Hahaha.. Wow, i.. I don’t know what to say. I’m flattered..” the nervousness in your tone was clear, you really had been taken off guard by such a thought out message

He stared at you expectantly, waiting for the answer like a kitten waiting for a warm bowl of milk.

“I think we can give it a shot.” You nodded, gently squeezing his hand in a comforting manner.

He shot up from his seat, opening his arms and trapping you in a bone crushing hug while kissing your face everywhere once and over again.

Lip gloss coated kisses stained your visage, on your nose, your cheeks and your forehead. Leaving the main platter for last.

“Oh! Thank you, thank you, (Y/N)!” He cried out, hugging you against his chest when he finished assaulting your face with his lipgloss.

You weren’t able to bounce back after that, your soul leaving your body through your mouth in a small puff.

You merely nodded your head, cheeks going up in flames, the blood vessels in your face working overtime.

He giggled slyly, looking over at the stains he left on your face, the product glistening with the light casted from the candlelight.

It wasn’t very long until the meal arrived, it was painfully awkward for you. Not for Mikhail however, he somehow kept the conversation going for much longer than you thought. 

Now the tables turned, instead of you asking the questions, he took the lead and began prodding about you and your life..

“What’s your full name?”

“Can I have your address?”

“Do you prefer lace or silk?”

Strangely, the questions got more personal each time he asked, you tried to answer his questions to the best of your ability while eating your meal.

You turned to the moon, as if searching for guidance on this date. Huh, interesting, the moon was a light pink, teetering into the red color spectrum. 

Was there going to be a blood moon tonight? 

Damn, that sticky ass lipgloss was getting on your nerves.. You gotta go wipe it off now.

“I’ll be right back!” You dismissed yourself, getting up and taking your bag with you.

“What?..” his smile faltered, eyes sharpening for a moment.

“W-Where? Without me?” His voice turned desperate, his hand tightening over the sharp steak knife.

“I’m not leaving, don’t worry— I just need to go to the bathroom really quick.” You assured him, not noticing how he released the hold on the knife in his hand. His shoulders relaxing noticeably and eyes turning back to its normal shape.

“Alright. B-But don’t be long, darling.”

You turned around, facing the way where the bathroom was. Unfortunately, you failed to notice the server with various drinks in one hand and a many dishes on the other. She shifted her weight on her feet, obviously seeming out of her element and nervous.

When you least expected it, you felt a cold sensation on your clothes and face, dark wine splashing over the freshly washed cotton clothes over your body and hair.

Then came the harsh impact of another body on you, the female server landing on top of you with a loud thud.

The talking around you had came to a complete halt, as if pausing time itself. The woman slowly lifted her head, looking at you with wide eyes as she got off of you.

And you? You were so fucking embarrassed, this girl had just dumped all the god damn staining wine all over you. And—And What made matters worse is that your date was watching you!

“I-I’m so sorry Mr/Mrs/Mx!!!! I-I didn’t.. I don’t—“ she gasped out, hands shooting out to press over your clothes with a handkerchief in hand, only making the situation worse as the wine spilled further on you.

“I..I.. Please get off.” You quietly mumbled out, the smile on your face turning into a frown in a moments notice. 

She scattered away, apologizing profusely as she picked up all the ruined plates of food and spilled wine glasses.

You got up as quickly as you could, sipped walking to the bathroom while biting back tears, this was the worst feeling ever.

You had been publicly humiliated, in front of the highest class of people and a potential partner. God, you were an embarrassment.

You stood in front of the mirror, looking at your dirtied face and soiled outfit. You sniffled softly, tears brimming your lash line.

Your mouth opened in a silent scream, tears rolling down your cheeks in frustration. This was a mistake, if you had known the night would turn out like this- You wouldn’t have called Mikhail.

This was a waste of both you and his time. Simply because of your pride.

◉

Your date watched with wide eyes as you toppled over with a different server. His fingers ghosting over the knife under his palm, about to shoot yo from his seat and get that harlot off you.

He was too late. Blood red wine spilled over your head, dripping down onto your clothes and staining your whole dress/suit.

His eyes widened, his jaw gaping at the scene. Covering his mouth with one hand to hide his shock.

He saw how that bitch tried to dab the wine away, crawling all on top of you as if you were up for grabs. Did she not see?! You were his! HIS ONLY!

His face contorted into an ugly grimace, something unfit of his beautiful features. Looking 

Then he looked at your face, his porcelain heart cracked in two. He saw the vacant look in your eyes, the slight tremble of your bottom lip as you bit back a sob. 

Oh. how he was going to make this disgusting server pay the price.

He shifted his focus onto the worker, silently stalking behind her. His footing was light and quiet, being her shadow as she staggered off into the restaurant’s garden.

Alike to an arctic fox, he waited patiently for the moment to strike. This dumb, mindless little chicken being the next on the chopping block.

The red moon cast a sinister lighting over the two of them. The waiter tripping over a stone and doubling over and into the grass.

That’s when Mikhail struck. He threw his weight on top of the helpless woman, raising his arm over his head and plunging his knife into her head.

He laughed melodically, the sound seeming out of place in the gory scenario.

He couldn’t stop. He was going avenge you, Mikhail White was going to fight for your honor and love. And it all was going to start with this small sacrifice.

Stab. Stab. stab.

That’s all that went through his head, his hands gripping around the knife and twisting into the woman’s forehead.

His curls covered his face, the wavy hair shielding the crazed expression of his face.

He dragged the blade across her eyes, watching the blood bubble up as he slashed the almost gelatinous material of her eyeballs.

“This is for looking at my (Y/N).” He seethed out, plunging the knife into her eye further and gauging them out her face.

He retracted the weapon from her face with a wet sound, only to dig it back into her throat and drawing a deep, jagged line over her cheeks and mouth.

his free fist pounded against her teeth, knocking most of them out, blood gushing out of the empty gums.

“This for even speaking to them!”

He let out a shaky breath, a smile lifting the corners of his mouth.

The assault weapon ripped into her arms, severing them from her body completely. His own hands grabbing at the bodyless limbs and twisting them until they dislocated, bones peeking out from under her skin.

“And this is for even having the gall to touch (Y/N).” He grabbed her head, whispering into here ear cruelly.

He shoved the steak knife into the inside of his dress, mustering crocodile tears as he staggered back into the establishment bathed in crimson.

“H-HELP!! A-A KILLER IS ON THE LOOSE AND—AND THEY ATTACKED A WAITER IN FRONT OF MY OWN EYES!!” 

The model cried out desperately, faking a panic attack as he looked for you, frantically clutching his chest as he whipped around frantically.

Soon he found you, looking for him. He immediately crashed into your arms, trapping you in his toned arms.

He kissed your head “T-Thank god you are okay.. I-I don’t know what I would do if I had lost you!!” He sobbed, eyeliner and mascara running down his cheeks in a dramatic showcase.

You hugged him back, apologizing for leaving and not going back for him. He assured you it was alright! It was just so great to see you alive and breathing in his arms..

The blood moon reseeded into a pale white, sirens lighting the scene up.

The both of you were ruled out as suspects, just as planned, he played the role of the victim and you were his concerned partner.

The police felt pity and offered their condolences, letting the both of you go home.

The both of you arrived at his castle like home, he insisted that he was scared for you and wanted for you to stay with him. He couldn’t bear losing you too.

So you did.. 

He and you stepped under a post light, the soft pitter patter of the rain falling from the sky and over you.

He brought one arm over your shoulder, his other free hand holding your cheek tenderly as he leaned in for a passionate kiss under the moon light.

He led your hands on top of his waist, gently gripping at the stained satin dress.

He closed his eyes, so did you. He indulged completely in the heated kiss, devouring your lips and tongue as best as he could.

He smiled into the kiss, you were his now, he had you right where he wanted. Now all he had to do was offer a diamond ring to you.

“It doesn’t matter how many heads will roll, it’s nothing but a small price for maintaining our beautiful love.”

[bitchface24-7]

HELLO POOKIE WOOKIE SMOOKIE 💕💕

I love your Viktor x reader fics so much, like genuinely you write him so in character it has me giggling and kicking my feet. This is like a weirdly obscure req but it’s been clawing away at my brain

I saw one fanart of an arcane x starwars AU and I LOST MY FUCKING MIND. Hear me out, evil sith Viktor being manipulated by Silco is a plotline I didn’t know I needed in my life…

I’m so open to hear any of your thoughts or takes on him, just general headcannons or a full fic if you so desire. But I have an idea for Viktor x Jedi! Reader OR assassin! Reader

It could either be that reader is a hired gun for the sith that he specifically employed to be a rat for the rebellion. (What if their double crossing him behind his back and feeding him false information that soils his plans??? Or plotting a mutiny???? AUGH)

Also another idea is friends(lovers?) to enemies to lovers, maybe they knew eachother when they where foundlings and when Viktor went to the dark side they separated, do what you will with that plotline.

Either way I think having a very smart/clever morally grey reader would be such a delicious dynamic.

Sorry I wrote you a whole novel, anyways I love your writing peace out girly 🤞🤞🤞

YOUR FALLEN ANGEL - VIKTOR X READER

synopsis: you and Viktor have been as thick as thieves for as long as you can remember, metaphorically and literally. After being saved from the slave trade on Tatooine from two Jedi masters who felt incredible amounts of midichlorians in both of your blood. They train you in the ways of the force. But Viktor has always been passionate, and that became his downfall.

warnings: general descriptions of violence, the darker side of the Jedi’s mentioned, manipulation, desperation, morally grey reader, I'm low-key ripping off episodes I-III in this, Grammarly as my beta ADDITION: tried my best at GN smut, y'all are virgins so… it’s vanilla, oral (m and reader receiving), talks of fantasies, unsafe sex, creampie

genre: m/f or m/m

p.s. I love Star Wars. I've loved this franchise ever since I was little, the last of the series (EP VII-IX) wasn't the best. They had good ideas but executed them poorly imo. Hopefully y'all like my little twist to it. Essentially I've stolen bits and pieces of Anakin x Padme for this to work.

Going from slaves to padawans was a massive shift in your life. You never thought you'd end up here, free.

Well, as free as can be as a Jedi in training. You remember reciting the code as a young child,

“There is no emotion, there is peace. There is no ignorance, there is knowledge. There is no passion, there is serenity. There is no chaos, there is harmony.”

You can understand the code— to a certain extent. Humans are not meant to be emotionless, it's physically impossible. Unlike our droid friends, we are unable to turn off our emotions. They’re with us from the day we’re born, and they’ll be with us till the day we die.

Viktor has always pushed the boundaries. His master, Obi-Wan Kenobi tries his best to negate him; very rarely does he succeed. Your own master, Mace Windu isn’t the biggest fan of your oldest and closest friend. You ignore him. Same with the other members of the Jedi Order.

Too passionate is what everyone says. Every so often Master Yoda will take you off to the side and regale the Sith Code like a mantra in his odd speaking habits. As if he’s trying to convince you— warn you about something that’ll never happen.

“Peace is a lie, there is only passion. Through passion, I gain strength. Through strength, I gain power. Through power, I gain victory. Through victory, my chains are broken. The Force shall free me.”

Both creeds have their upsides and downsides. Their truths and incomprehensible impossibilities. But as the days go on, as you mature from Padawan to full fledge Jedi, you see a shift in Viktor.

It's so small it's barely even noticeable, but you know him better than you know yourself. And he's started changing ever since that slimy councillor has been around him.

Councillor Silco.

You're not a fan of any of the councillors, but Councillor Silco is the worst of the bunch. Full of lies and deceit. You can taste it whenever he gets too close. His predecessor Councillor Palpatine is even more horrendous.

You're not sure as to why Viktor can't.

It isn't until they've sunk their claws fully into Viktor do you see the truth.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

You're not sure what happened. One second your Master is fighting Councillor Silco, the next Viktor has taken you down, a nasty slash on your waist, your Master is dead, and Viktor is helping the man who killed him.

A crack forms in your heart at the betrayal. You want to scream, cry, and sob inconsolably at the pain you're feeling. But there's not just pain there, there is also anger.

Hatred.

You look up at the duo and grit your teeth, your jaw painfully clenched. That's when Councillor Silco desperately reaches for his neck as he sputters.

He's choking on nothing, and you're the cause of it.

After a moment, he's let go. You feel a bit of horrified justification at your actions. He’s killed your Master, manipulated your friend, and taken what you hold most dear.

You don't feel sorry.

And that’s what scares you.

Viktor looks shocked, his eyes wide as he stares at you. Councillor Silco is trying to catch his breath, but he looks immensely satisfied.

“Looks like there is still hope for you yet.”

And with that, the two men leave; and one of them takes your heart with him.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

You rush to Obi-Wan and Yoda to tell them what has transpired. The death of Mace, the betrayal and secret mole in Councillor Silco, and the manipulation Viktor has been put under.

The two men look warily at one another at the last point. Your frustration boils over at their secrecy.

“What?!” You question. Your tone is sharp, angry. The two Master’s look to you in shock. You've never raised your voice, not since you became a student here at the temple. Yet here you are, your emotions guiding your actions.

The way of the Sith.

Yoda hums and Obi-Wan placates you, “My dear, you must control yourself. We’ve already lost one bright soul— we’d be crushed to lose another.”

And in that moment it hits you. They’re not going to save Viktor— they’re not even going to try! He’s already deemed a lost cause, a failure to the order. Not to you. Never to you.

You two promised you’d escape Tatooine and live long, happy lives together. You’re already halfway there.

You just need to save Viktor from himself.

And kill the people responsible for corrupting him.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

After that, you resign from the Order. They’re shocked, expectedly so. You and Viktor were their strongest Padawan, now their strongest Jedi. They’ve lost one to the dark.

They lost the other to their negligence.

Obi-Wan, Yoda, and the rest of the Jedi Council try their best to dissuade you. None of them succeed.

You know that they will control your actions as long as you are within their walls. So you leave, and you leave behind your green lightsaber.

You feel as if you’ve outgrown this one. Another kyber crystal is calling for you, you can feel it.

With that, you leave the one place you felt like was yours. All in the name of love.

You truly are a horrible Jedi.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

It takes weeks of excavation, but you eventually find the crystal that’s been singing your name, calling for you, and begging you for a chance.

It’s beautiful.

Even more beautiful than your previous crystal. You’ve collected all the required components to re-build your saber, now you just need to actually build the damn thing.

You place all the pieces down and mediate. Letting the force run through you like a calm river, you subconsciously feel your saber being made. When you open your eyes, you hold back a soft gasp.

It’s wonderful. A beautiful steel handle with fine markings and it’s perfectly balanced. You ignite the saber and try not to cry. It’s purple.

Just like your Master’s.

With your resolved hardened and new saber in hand, you continue on your self-imposed quest to save Viktor.

And save him you will.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

It was shockingly easy to find them. After months of tracking, tracing, and pulling every move of stealth you know, you've finally done it.

You asked around, used some mind-tricks on unwilling citizens, and interrogated others in a way that’d make the Jedi ashamed of you.

Good thing you’re no Jedi.

Viktor and Silco are in the councillors building, in Silco’s private room. You casually make your way there, your black cloak billowing ominously.

Before anything else can happen, you slam the door open with the force and ignite your lightsaber.

Someone is going to die today, and it isn’t you.

The two men look shocked at your arrival. Instead of dawning your usual white and beige outfit, a green saber in hand, you wear more dark colours. Black, brown, and hints of beige encapsulate your figure, a purple saber replacing your old one.

There’s an angry look in your eye that the two men only saw once, and it almost caused Silco’s death.

Seems like you’re back to finish the job.

Before you can swing at Silco, Viktor protects him. His yellow saber gone. In place is now a red one.

You want to cry. His old saber matched his eyes perfectly. You always mentioned it every time you two trained together. Now it’s gone. He’s changed just as much as you have.

The fight is intense, brutal in all honesty. The sweet face Viktor used to have is gone. Now it’s even more sharp, and his eyes have an orange— almost red tint to them. The pure gold now gone as well.

The eyes of a Sith.

You slash each other, block, dodge, kick, scream, taunt. A violent dance of passion and contempt, with hints of underlying tension.

Lust.

The Jedi Masters were always worried the two of you would pursue a relationship, even though those temptations were strictly forbidden.

But who doesn't crave forbidden fruit?

Now, you both are free of said rules. It's just you two, in a world unfamiliar to you.

Your lightsabers are clashed together. Purple sparking off of red, as you two sneer at one another.

Viktor's canines are sharp as he scowls at you. It reminds you of a fearsome feline. His eyes are narrowed and he pushes against you relentlessly.

You're no better. You can feel your lips pulled back against your teeth as you snarl deep in your chest. The muscles in your neck pulsing as you fight back against the man you love.

A small twirl disengages your clash and you slam Viktor into the wall with the force, pining him down.

You turn your attention to Silco, who's just been sitting there enjoying the two of you trashing his office. You take your free hand not holding your lightsaber and cup it in the air, imitating a choke hold.

Silco goes flying into the air and stills, choking in place viciously. You can hear Viktor yelling at you but it's muffled. All you see is the man who took your best friend from you, and you're getting your vengeance.

You squeeze harder and Silco slams into your waiting palm, a slightly scared look on his face. You look deep into his eyes and enter his mind without consent.

Flashes of memories assault you. Plans, manipulations, grooming, betrayal. One conversation piques your interest. The grandest plan Councillor Silco and Palpatine have.

They call it Order 66.

You feel like vomiting. You hold in all your disgust and revulsion as you pull away from Silco’s mind— ensuring you have all the information you need to prove both of the councillor's guilt.

A glare is all Silco gets before his neck snaps like a twig in your grasp. Viktor’s shout of shock returns you back to your senses, and you drop Silco's body like a rag doll.

Viktor is still pinned to the wall, but he's no longer fighting it. He sits still, stunned. His mouth is lightly agape as he looks at you, his eyes wide and dark. There's a bulge in his pants.

You quirk an eyebrow and Viktor looks away in shame. But he's still that defiant boy you grew up with, and quickly whips his head back to look at you.

“Why did you kill him?! The Jedi are horrible, I just wanted to protect you— why did you kill him?!” His voice gets louder with each sentence, his accent sharp and his tone desperate.

The force hold on him disappears and Viktor slumps against the wall, defeated. You sit next to him.

“Because he lied and manipulated you. He took you from me. The Jedi weren't going to help you, so I did it myself.”

Viktor looks shocked, the orangey-red tint slowly dissipating in his eyes, their original golden hue shining through, “You— what? You went against the Jedi?”

A scoff escapes you against your will, “I left the Jedi Order.”

“When?!”

“The day you left.”

The silence between you is deafening. Viktor looks shocked, a violent blush is seen across his cheekbones and ears. He swallows deeply before asking, “That... That was months ago! Why?!”

You shrug, “Because you left. The Jedi weren't going to help, and I've always known they weren't the best. Taking children away from their families when they're babies, indoctrinating them into the Order, their silly rules. The Sith aren't any better either.”

Viktor now looks curious, he gazes at you deeply and you feel like coughing. He's always been so… incredibly handsome. Now, with his full focus on you, you can't help but recognize that.

“So I've come up with my own code.”

The man next to you smiles, a chuckle leaving his throat, it’s one of the sexiest things you've ever heard, “Tell me? You always used to complain about the code when we were Padawans. I had to make you stop talking so many times before a Master heard you.”

You sigh contently and rest your head in Viktor’s shoulder, the black leather of his outfit cooling your heated cheek,

“There must be both dark and light. I will do what I must to keep the balance, as the balance is what holds all life. There is no good without evil, but evil must not be allowed to flourish. There is passion, yet peace; serenity, yet emotion; chaos, yet order. I am a wielder of the flame; a champion of balance. I am a guardian of life. I am a Gray Jedi.”

Viktor looks at you and huffs, “A Grey Jedi? Really?”

You snort at his tone and lightly hit his chest, “I came up with the concept like a week ago, leave me alone.” The two of you laugh before a peaceful, comfortable silence envelops you two. You enjoy it immensely before ruining it, “Why did you leave?”

The shoulder you're leaning on stiffens, and for a second you think Viktor isn't going to answer, but he does, “I already told you, I just wanted to protect you. I was getting horrible nightmares— Visions about your death. I couldn't handle it. Silco told me he knew a way to prevent it, and I accepted whole heartedly. Without thinking of the consequences.”

You hum, “It was a trick you know? Silco and Palpatine placed those images in your head using the force. They wanted a strong Sith Lord, powerful in the force, to mock the downfall of the Jedi Order.”

“The downfall—?”

“Palpatine put chips in the clone’s heads, with a special order called “Order 66”, it’s meant to overtake the clone's will and eradicate any Jedi in the clone's path. Doesn't matter if they're a Master, a Padawan, or a Youngling.”

Viktor’s sharp inhale is all you need to know. He didn't know.

“And— and there's proof?”

You nod, slowly getting up and going over to Silco’s desk, inputting the password, and taking all the necessary documents and voice pads.

“We’ll anonymously submit these findings to the Council and the Jedi Order. They can deal with all this shit. They can help the clones. I’m done.”

Viktor slowly gets up as well and walks over to you, “And, what will we be doing?”

You surge forward kissing Viktor passionately. The beautiful man gasps, and you use that to your advantage to add tongue to the kiss.

You may not have much physical experience, but you do have experience in reading dirty novels and touching yourself secretly.

The kiss eventually breaks and Viktor looks shocked and pleased, “We’re going to Naboo, and you're going to fuck me. I've always wanted to go there and I've always wanted you.”

VIktor chokes as you take his hand, step over Silco’s body, and exit the office.

He never expected this. But he’s not complaining.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

There's an uproar at the Council and the Jedi Order. Palpatine is charged and executed for crimes against the Council and the Order. The Clones are healed and clear of any signs of the chip's potential betrayal.

The two of you don't know this though. You're too busy at Naboo, finally getting what you've always wanted.

Each other.

Your kisses are sloppy, passionate, and desperate. All of the emotions bottled up from your time at the Jedi Order overflowing and finally seeing the light of day.

Your garbs are removed quickly, the tunics, the pants, the tops, the boots. All that's left are your undergarments. You push Viktor onto the bed, and slowly crawl your way up towards him. His large bulge taunting you.

A small nod is all you get before your fingers hook into Viktor's undergarments and his cock springs free. Hard, leaking, and beautiful. Just like him.

You wrap your hand around the shaft and Viktor hisses in pleasure, his eyes half-lidded as he looks down at you. His face is flushed, his lips are plump and red, and his long hair is a mess. Pieces of brown and blond hair stick to his forehead, and fan across his shoulder wonderfully. God. You could stare at him all day.

"Y'know..." You start slyly, your hand slowly pumping up and down. You remove your hand and lightly spit into it before pumping him again, the slide much smoother this time, "I would fantasize about this."

The groan that escapes Viktor is animalistic. Needy. He bites his lower lip as his lower abdomen clenches in excitement, "Really? Oh do continue."

You hum sarcastically, "Yup. I'd sneak in dirty books from the market and read them late into the night. I'd picture I was the main character and that you were the love interest. I'd touch myself almost every night to the filthy words on the page. Imagining it was you and me."

The tip of Viktor's cock enters your mouth and his back bows at the intense feeling. Your confession, the warmth of your mouth, the glint in your eyes. Viktor isn't sure he can survive this.

His hands fly to grasp your hair desperately as he gasps in pleasure. Moans and whimpers escape him-- alongside chopped up variations of your name.

This goes on for several minutes before the pitch in Viktor's voice heightens, and he's trying to pull your lips off his cock, "I'm going to cum! Wait! Not yet! Not until you--" A low groan escapes him when you shove your head down to the base of his cock, his brown curls tickling your nose. He cums straight down your throat.

He whimpers as you slowly pull off his cock, a self satisfied smirk on your lips. Viktor just lays there, panting.

"You asshole. I wanted to cum with you. Now I can't."

You can't help but giggle at Viktor's petulant tone, you crawl up his body kissing a trail as you go before plopping a sweet kiss on his plump lips, "You still can. Don't tell me you won't get hard again fingering me open to stuff me full of your cock?"

Viktor's eyes widen at your crude language before laughing himself, "Wow. You truly weren't lying about those filthy books." You take your undergarments off and Viktor just looks in awe at you. You're so gorgeous, he's the luckiest man in the galaxy.

He takes his time with you. Sucking hickey's into your neck, abusing your chest, appreciating your abdomen and waist, squeezing your hips and ass. He eventually makes his way to your hole, and he licks it. You buck up in shock and gasp. The feeling electric. He continues to lick, exploring as much as he can. Your moans get breathier and breathier at the assault, until the pulls away.

"Give me the lube on the side table."

You follow his order without question. Viktor pops open the cap and puts some lube on his fingers, before going back to eating you out. He slowly puts a finger inside as he continues to lick at you. This feels amazing, it's better than all your dirty books and fantasies combined.

Eventually three fingers are pumping in and out of you as you whine for something bigger.

And something bigger you get.

He's stretching you, filling you up to the brim. Even with all the preparation, all the lube, it still wasn't enough. Then Viktor pumps his hips, and it's game over.

All you can do is moan as Viktor's massive cock hits all your sensitive spots. The two of you engage in a passionate kiss as you moan into each other's mouths. You rub your sensitive bundle in tune with Viktor's thrusts, and before you know it. You're cumming.

All his foreplay really paid off. All you can see are stars clouding your vision as you enter nirvana. Viktor continues to pump his hips, desperate for his second orgasm. In a few minutes, he get's his release, and cums deep inside you.

He plops down, laying on top of you as he pants in exertion. You run one hand through his long hair as the other trails random shapes on his back. His cock shrinks a bit, maybe an inch or two and it pops out of your hole, his creampie following suit.

The two of you lay in bliss. You never though you'd get here, the Jedi forbidding it and the Sith manipulating your lovers mind.

But you're here now, and that's all that matters. The two of yo share one final kiss before sleep overtakes you. You're in each others arms, stuck together like glue. As it should be.

As it will be until the end of time.

Before the two of you fully fall asleep, you both say the three words you’ve always wanted to hear from one another ever since you were young.

“I love you.”

Y'all I don't know what happened. I saw this request, blacked out, and this is the result. If you see any grammar or spelling mistakes, no you didn't and blame Grammarly. Idk if this is the vibe you're doing for dear requester bur tbus is what my mind came up with. Xoxo hope ya enjoyed it! ❤️

[sheep-from-rad]

Blood Bound (Yandere Batfam x reader)

Note: I forgot I had this written in my draft notebooks for weeks now. I guess this might be part 1

Masterlist

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You have always lived a normal life. You were raised in a small household where it’s just you and your father. Your mother was absent in the picture and you lived in the house near the edge of the town. Though small and seemingly insignificant in the fast moving town of Gotham, it filled you with contentment while growing up. 

The absence of a mother figure in the picture made your father more protective. At an early age you were taught basic self-defense, survival skills, and even made you remember each escape route in the city. Even now that you’re a student at Gotham Academy, he still doesn’t take chances at public transportation safety. He will wake up early in the morning to make you breakfast and lunch, and then send you to school before going to work. You two won’t meet again until after school where he picks you up and makes you choose whether to get takeout or home cooked meal for dinner. 

It was mid Psychics class when the intercom rang, the principal calling you to come to the office immediately. You looked up from your notes meeting the equally confused look from the professor and your classmates. Whenever some kid is needed for an intervention, the principal would only send a staff to pick them up. The intercom on the other hand is reserved for emergencies or when a student commits a big misconduct punishable by suspension or expulsion. 

Well, you did have your fair share of trouble but all of those combined is not enough to warrant a suspension. You made solid knocks on the mahogany door and waited for the principal to say ‘come in’ before placing your hand on the cold door knob and twisting it open. Inside was the principal and a police officer from Gotham PD. “What’s going on?” you asked, taking a seat as you watched their grim expression. 

“There was a break in at your place. The place was torched down and your father was burned alive” 

Damian glared heavily at the titanium case that they had unearthed earlier on the crime scene. The execution of the crime was well timed. The break in happened just an hour after Duke had made his rounds on the town edge, while Damian is at school, while Tim is being forced to rest, while Jason is out of town with Dick, and while Bruce is at work. The entire house is burned down probably to erase evidence that led to the criminals or erase the evidence of the criminals being there in the first place. 

He was ready to write down the case as a possible mafia related crime until Ace started running around and started digging beneath the ashes that used to be the house’s floorboards. 

The dark fabric inside the now cracked titanium safe was unmistakable. The ideology of creating utopia by getting rid of the filth that is humanity and bathing the new paradise with its blood. Leaving the League of Assassins is a death sentence and a leap of faith but surviving for years after leaving is far more impressive. Still, the desperation of fear for life is present as evidenced by the locks of hair wrapped in paper with Archangel Michael’s prayer and a hastily scrawled note that reads, ‘I never regret taking you away’. 

Taking who away? 

The beeping of the comms echoed inside the batcave, taking Tim’s focus who just entered the cavern. “Barbara, any news?” he asked in between yawns. Barbara sighed on the other end of the line followed by the shuffling of papers and sipping of coffee. 

“The DNA from the hair inside the titanium case didn’t match the victim’s” Then there was a pause. It hangs high in the air before she drops the next set of information. “But it matched Bruce’s and Talia’s”

[victorrv]

THERE IS A MAN AT YOUR DOOR. 

He is neither tall nor imposing, but the large, feathery hat sitting atop of his head casts a grim shadow over his face. His expression is pleasant otherwise, a serene smile among his features. You know exactly who he is.

The hunter.

You open the door, half-expecting him to say something out of pocket again, or perhaps for him to just stare at you for a moment before giving you what he intended. Knowing him, though, he probably won’t do either. Instead, he smiles wider, and you can’t determine whether he’s smiling at you or at something else. You never could exactly tell what was going on inside that head of his. You doubted anyone could.

“My, my, you look as beautiful as ever, mon ami!” He exclaims, the compliment rolling off of his tongue so smoothly that you could easily accuse him of being fake. But you’ve known him long enough to know that it is the complete opposite. 

“Hunter.” You greet shortly. “How was your last catch?” 

You can swear that his green eyes shine with something you can’t quite place. 

“Absolutely thrilling!” He starts, and you brace yourself for another one of his lengthy tangents. “Why, the chase was positively exhilarating! Le cerf was merveilleux—”

“You can tell me about it inside.” You cut him off, opening the door a margin wider, putting him at a full stop in his tracks. You can’t recall if you’ve ever seen him so surprised before, but you’re too occupied to do so either way.

The hunter’s lips pull upwards in another smile, but you don’t know why it sends a chill up your spine. 

                                    ***

“It’s always a pleasure to visit your fine shop, mon cher boucher.” The blonde hums, looking around the interior of your makeshift store like it was eye candy. It was no luxury retreat; just a simple butchery a little ways into the woods. But the hunter was really keen on making it seem like one. 

It’s only the two of you inside. You don’t get too many customers, but that’s what you like about this place. It’s quiet, homey, even. It doesn’t leave you with a burning headache after clocking out, nor does it make you dread waking up every day. It was the perfect place for you to do your own thing. 

You lead him into the back of the shop, winding through the familiar path with a practiced pace. You’ve done this enough to start forming a habit or two. Taking the hunter to the back of your butchery as he discussed his latest game, then exchanging his catch for your money, before finally watching him walk back into the woods. Disappearing for the next period of time — be it days or even weeks — before showing up and starting the whole process all over again. 

You can clearly remember the first time, though. The first time he’d popped up in your bushes, an encounter of which only lead you to strike up a deal with the eccentric hunter. The rare game he hunted in exchange for a quick buck, and maybe a conversation too, if he was careful with his words. That was the only reason your relationship existed in the first place. Because of a deal.

But with how he’d been looking at you, you were starting to question that.

[voxslays]

WUTIWANT — HWANG IN-HO & GI-HUN

PART ONE — ARRIVAL SUMMARY: After playing a game of Ddakji with a tall, mysterious man in a subway, you find yourself scared and alone—trapped in a series of deadly games with people who don’t speak your language. WARNINGS: Reader is American, Gi-hun & In-ho both speak English. A/N: Based on a request by @wheezdostuff, which I apologize it took so long! Your request was so detailed I decided to turn it into a series! In your request, you said that any characters were fine, so I hope these two are okay!

The cold wind nipped at your soft skin. It was a chilly October evening in Seoul. You had only arrived in the city a month earlier, deciding to explore the world while you still had a chance. You had always wanted to visit Korea, even since you were a child. Whether it was the flashy k-pop idols, or the bright city lights, it always had a peculiar way of drawing you in.

Waiting for your train, you sit down on one of the benches, smiling to yourself as you pull out your phone. You quickly click on your messages, hoping to get a message from Ae-cha, the loan shark who was responsible for your ease in traveling to Seoul—but there was none. That’s odd, you think to yourself.

You hear footsteps walking towards you, as someone sits on the same small, wooden bench you are. Yet, you don’t look up from your phone until you hear the figure mutter an “Excuse me.” In English. He must’ve been able to tell you were American. “Yes?” You say respond Korean, trying your hardest to remember all the lessons and phrases that Duolingo had taught you.

The man chuckles as you slowly take a better glance at him. He was tall, with an attractive face, reminiscent of a model you once saw in an American magazine many years ago. He wears a simple navy suit, and sets his black briefcase in the middle of the bench. A salesman, huh? “May I talk to you?” He asks politely.

“Sorry, but I’m not interested in buying anything.” You say, trying to return his politeness. The man sighs. “It’s not that.” He puts his hands on his knees and leans closer to you. “Would you like to play a game with me?” He asks. “What kind of game?” The salesman chuckles. “Ddakji.” You give him a confused frown. “What’s that?” If it weren’t obvious you were a foreigner before, it was blatantly clear now.

The man smirks, before a large smile appears on his face. “Ddakji is a traditional children’s game.” He opens his briefcase, revealing stacks of money, followed by folded red and blue paper squares. “Now, would you like to play?” As if sensing your hesitance, he quickly adds, “I’ll pay you 100,000 won every time you flip my tile.”

Before you knew it, you were smacking your tile down against his with some difficulty, yet, you managed to flip his blue tile a total of three times. Not bad for a beginner. The salesman handed you your 300,000 won and a small yellow business card with three shapes on it; The circle, the triangle, and the square.

“Call that number if you want to play again.” He smiles, before walking off. If you could make this much money so easily, maybe you should call the number. You turn over the card, the numbers read ‘624-874’. You quickly pull out your phone and call the number, giving them your registry information—your name and date of birth. What’s the worst that could happen?

You wouldn’t find out until you woke up in a sterile room, with hundreds of bunk beds. There was a catchy children’s turn playing in the background, completely in Korean. As you look around you, people begin to stir, just as confused in their surroundings as you are. Where the hell were you? And why had you called that number.

As the masked pink men walked into the cramped ‘dormitory,’ and started speaking, you knew you were screwed. Why? They were speaking in Korean.

[trashytoastboi]

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> Dracule Mihawk

> Sir Crocodile

> Charlotte Katakuri

> Shanks

> Monkey D Luffy

> Jewelry Bonney

> Perona

> Page One

> Corazon/Rosinante

> Nami

> X-Drake

> Denjiro

> Donquixote Doflamingo

> Sabo

> Marco 

> Straw-Hat Crew 

> Whitebeard (Edward Newgate) 

> Haruta

> Izo 

> Gol D. Roger 

> Silvers Rayleigh 

> Thatch

> Diamond Jozu

> Vista

> Benn Beckman

> Franky

> Paulie

> Chopper

> Apoo

> Basil Hawkins

> Fujitora

> Kanjuro

> Usopp

> Nico Robin

> Brook

> Captain Smoker

> Daifuku

> Cracker

> Kaido

Boa Hanock

> Vivi

> Rob Lucci

> Kaku

> Aokiji/Kuzan

> Buggy

> Blackbeard

> King the Wildfire

> Jack the Drought

> Kin'emon

> Cavendish

> Hiyori and Momonosuke

> Penguin and Shachi

> Enel

> Garp

> Dragon

> Kyros and Lady Scarlett

> Oden

> Jabra