#Gn y/n

[n0rmal-cat]

So I was wondering about how the alien couple react to having a pet with sensory issues? like maybe they see them touch something with a weird texture and gag.

Alien x pet reader- sensory issues

[Gonna be honest most of this is just based on my experience with sensory and texture, and sorry if it doesn’t live up to expectation]

Reader takes the package that garden had given them. “Go on dear” garden encouraged as they smiled down at reader.

Reader tore away the top layer of wrapping paper. “What is it?”

“It’s a new toy! I spotted it and immediately thought of you,” garden exclaimed, beaming with pride. The toy was a simple, bluish ball with a fabric.

“Here, why don’t you give it a try?” garden offered, extending the ball toward reader.

“What the hell am I supposed to-” reader began to protest, but as they held the surface of the ball, a sensation coursed through their body. A shiver ran up their spine, and they felt their grip tighten instinctively, then freeze. They immediately threw it back into garden's face.

“Agk! God, I feel like I need to cut my hands off, what is that thing made of?!” How did it feel like their ears and tongue were itchy at the same time?

“That…hurt.” They rubbed their eye, "Was something wrong with it? Did you choke?”

Reader was already rubbing their hands together, trying to get the feeling off of it. “The feeling of it was terrible. Where the hell did you get that thing?”

“The feeling? Is that a problem for you dear?”

“Sorry, yeah, I probably should have mentioned it beforehand. I didn’t mean to hurt you…” Reader’s voice trailed off.

“No, it’s quite alright, are there more feelings that do that to you?”

“The one I can think of off the top of my head is drawing paper and pencil,” they blurted out.

“Well, that’s good to know. I guess I’ll take the toy back then,” they said, picking up the ball from the floor and placing it gently back on the table.

“I’m really sorry you spent money on that for me, garden,” Reader mumbled, ashamed.

“Dear, it’s fine. If it’s causing you physical distress, why would we keep it? It’s not your fault,” they replied, eyes softening at them.

“Would you like to shop with me for a new toy for you?” they offered.

Reader nods, “Yeah, I’d like that. I just thought you’d have more questions for me about the situation.”

“Why would I? Watermelon is the same way, and I’ve been with him for over fifty years,” they laughed lightly.

Oh, so you inherited his genes then…

[random-twst-things]

*Napping somewhere in the botanical garden*

Mc/Y/N/Yuu: Hey, I had a dream about you last night

Leona: Really?

Mc/Y/N/Yuu: Yep

Leona: What was I wearing?

Mc/Y/N/Yuu, shrugging: Nothing

Leona: I was butt ass naked in your dream? 🤨

Leona: you've never even seen my butt ass naked, how'd you- you better not be influenced by Rook

Mc/Y/N/Yuu: No, I mean like nothing special

Leona: ...

Mc/Y/N/Yuu, looking at him up and down (especially his Jesus sandals): you lack drip expeditiously my guy 😐

Leona: As if you're any better with those rags

Mc/Y/N/Yuu: Yea, but here's the thing, these are school uniform hand-me-downs, and I'm poor. You're royalty and rich, yet you still choose to look the way you do? 🤨

Leona, frowning: ...Go back to sleep

Dividers from/by: @/cafekitsune

[totorolaughs]

VIRGIN! DENJI HEADCANONS

gender neutral! reader, readers chest get called titis (1), loser + virgin denji (?), possible ooc??, no beta read REQUEST ARE OPEN

virgin! denji, the boy you meet in the first day school and is pretty much a loner and a loser.

virgin! denji who thinks he's a lesbian until you explain to him that's not how it works

virgin! denji who as you two get closer gets way more touch (ex: sitting on your lap as a ‘joke’ since other boys in class do it to their guy friends, holds your hands while you back to school and back, rubs his crotch against your behind whenever he hugs you from behind)

virgin! denji hasnt had his first kiss so when he told you, you had told you had a lot experience with girls and could teach him if he wants, which lead to you guys kissing as ‘friends’ so he can learn how to kiss girls.

virgin! denji who finally has his first kiss with a girl but isnt as exciting compared to kissing you so when he tells you, you end up making out with each-other just so he feels a little bit better.

virgin! denji comes home sobbing and calls you over and explains that he had confessed to his crush but he is ejected as she explains to him shes a lesbian, you hold him and whisper into his ear sweet nothings.

virgin! denji who complains that he will die if he doesnt touch a pair of titis, so like the good friend you are you let him touch your plush ‘tits’ which leads into him removing your school uniform and sucking on your sensitive nipples like a baby and leaving your poor chest feeling all sore.

virgin! denji who finally confesses that hes a virgin (which isnt shocking) and is terrified of dying a virgin knowing that hes a devil hunter and could die at any time!

virgin! denji who loses his finally loses his virginity to fucking his best-bro during the weekend

“so i just put it in?” he tilts his head as he looked at you, his brows frowned, you nodded. “yeah just put it in!” denji is hesitant hes never done anything sexual ever unless you count sucking on your best-bros chest or making out with them sexual but besides that he has zero idea on what hes doing! what if when he slides in it hurts?! you cup denjis face in your hands as you place a kiss onto his chapped lips “cmon denji.. dont keep me waiting!” you pout, his cheeks flush red as he slowly begins to slide into your tight entrance “f..fuck! youre so tight..!” as he begans to thrust in and out he feels like hes on cloud nine as he harshly slams his cock into your tiny hole, “fuck denji! f..faster!” you moan as your back arches, you tug on his blonde hair as he yelps, he holds onto your hips “ughh..okay!” he groans loudly, he feels himself getting closer and closer as your velvet walls hug his cock, with one final rough thrusts he begins to cum “c..coming! sosos g..good coming!!” he pulls you into a sloppy kiss, you can feel his warm cum fill you up. you pull away from the kiss to catch your breath “how did i do?..” denji mumbles as he looks away, his cheeks flushed. “you did good, such a good boy!” you giggle he just rolls his eyes “shut up!”

[depravitymoon]

Laidback Yandere headcanons

Laidback Yandere doesn't seem yandere at all and is even calmer than you.

Laidback Yandere tells you to stop worrying so much. Just enjoy the simple joys in life. If you got a problem, he can fix it.

Laidback Yandere thinks kidnapping and isolation are a hassle. He has a life. How is he going to spoiled you if he’s spending all day stalking you?

Laidback Yandere lets you have friends and lets you see your family. He even acts like he's part of your family.

Laidback Yandere even lets you go clubbing! He knows you're just hanging out with your friends and dancing, so why would he stop that?!

What a supportive healthy relationship you two must be in! 

....

WRONG! 

Laidback Yandere has people watching you when he's not. Work smarter, not harder.

Laidback Yandere has enough blackmail material on you to keep you complacent.

Laidback Yandere tells you that life is more simple you dont know his methods of keeping you with him.

Laidback Yandere is calm, disturbingly calm. About everything.

Laidback Yandere calmly punishes you without warning. He's been so patient with you, communicated what you need to do, yet you still act out. You deserve this and deserve no mercy.

Laidback Yandere calmly tells you how he disposed of the ones that were helping you leave him.

Laidback Yandere knows all your loved ones' addresses.

Laidback Yandere doesn't even chase you when you flee. He merely takes pictures of himself with your family and sends it to you with a text saying "I hope nothing bad happens to them". 

[nothomegal]

"Kiss. Teach. Love!"

(Mr. Crawling x GN! Reader)

No way, NotHomeGal actually revived? Yup, I did. Homicipher brought me back to life from the depts of my creative burnout (o゜▽゜)o☆

This game really scratched a part of my brain I didn't know was there, but I'm not complaining!

And no, I won't be abandoning the slasher fandom, but I must say it will take some time to come back to write those right now, but I'll do my best to rekindle that spark!

Okay, enough of my yapping. Hope you enjoy this Oneshot (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)

Summary: after learning that sometimes objects from the human world may fall into the realm you're currently stuck in, it became a common activity for you to scavenge around the junk to pass time, and your ghost companion always seems so curious about it!

Warnings: none really just fluff, Mr. Crawling being too cute for a mortal soul to handle.

Side note: yeah just like in most (basically all) of my fics, MC (or Y/N) will be Gender Neutral! So everyone gets to enjoy the story with their favorite ghost man :]

AND! Here's the link of the dictionary I used for the fic to put ghost words heheerhkj.

Word count: 3.6k

It's been so long, they think at least. Time feels stuck in place, yet in the deepest part of (Y/N)'s conscience they know it's not true, that the time and everything outside these lifeless concrete walls is very much alive.

Life goes on, it keeps moving regardless if they feel it or not, time is passing just like it always did... Yet, they feel stuck. Numb. It's like their mind and soul are slowly melting, becoming one with this dimension they begrudgingly started to call "home", even if it's not... This is not their real home!...

It's not!...

It's not...

It's not...?

—"☨ д つ 々?"— (Sad)

A quiet gasp left (Y/N)'s lips when suddenly something brushed against their leg as that soft voice spoke next to them, that "something" being the very long, dark hair of their ghost companion.

They turn their head, almost flinching at the sight of how close Mr. Crawling was to them. Shoot, sometimes they forget how unnerving his appearance is, especially when he creeps up on them like this, though unintentionally.

—"ત ટ д ☨ д つ 々?"— (You Sad)

He repeated the question, his usual smile now replaced with a small frown. His voice quiet and soft as always, but with that subtle quiver at the end that appeared whenever he's concerned.

(Y/N)'s breath almost hitched from that little but oh so sweet display of care. Even after all the time spent side by side with Mr. Crawling, they still periodically wonder what the hell did they do to deserve such kind perso... Ghost, in their life.

Before the entity's worry could grow, (Y/N) flashed him with a smile, shaking their head a little.

—"I'm alright, just a little distracted."—

Their answer did seem to soothe the ghost's worry a little. However, he leaned closer, more of his hair falling into (Y/N)'s body, sending small shiver through their form as the black locks brushed their legs, sensation that resembling a small breeze of air running across their skin. An odd, chilly feeling... But one that became very comforting and grounding for the human over the time, as it was like a gentle reminder of Mr. Crawling's presence, that they weren't alone.

—"つ ત บ บ λ ป こ ৺ נ ८ ک ટ ? つ ત บ บ つ ኟ บ ટ ?"— (Not Bad Feel Not Scared)

Their smile faltered for a brief moment, knowing exactly what he was talking about...

Even if it's been quite a while since (Y/N) had one of those episodes of fear and hallucinations, the memories of them are still haunting the human in one way or another, leaving this uncomfortable sensation under their skin. It's like feeling hands, snaking all over their body, slowly slipping under their clothes, creeping through their skin and flesh, trying to dig deeper and deeper, right to their very core, trying to reach something so deep inside of them and rip it away from them...

Their essence?

Their soul?

T̵͉̗̒ḣ̴̻̱̂ȅ̷͓͘i̵̤͙̐͝ȑ̶͈̖̏ n̷̳̻̬̮̯̟̗̙̩̻̮͊͋̾́͐͌̏͒̿̏̆̑͜͠ä̴̢̧̡̦͕̻̙̻͕̳̟́̊͊̾̄̈́ḿ̵̡̢̛̜͉̗̗̞͖̟͈̬͈̻͍͌̋̓̐̅͘͠e̵͇̹͈̤͕̮̺͉͚͈͔̭͇̔-?

The human then simply hums, shaking off the heavy feeling off their mind. Their gaze soon focuses back on Mr. Crawling's face, their smile creeping back on their features, but now brighter, happier.

—"つ ત บ บ λ ป こ ৺ נ ८ ک ટ . つ ત บ บ ጉ ሰ ટ נ."— (Not Bad Feel Not Together)

They replied cheerfully, confidently using the otherworldly language to make sure there is no room for doubts left.

Upon hearing their answer and seeing that smile he absolutely adored, Mr. Crawling himself smiles back, letting that characteristic high-pitched giggle of of his. And just like (Y/N) expected, the crawling ghost reached out and gently patted their head, ruffling their grayish hair a little.

—"ㄷコ ਦ υ ป ! ㄷコ ਦ υ ป !"— (Glad Glad)

(Y/N) giggled as well, already used to Mr. Crawling's joyful chirps at whatever little thing they do. Once satisfied, the ghost slowly retires his hand from their head and leans back to his previous position right next to the human in a raincoat, his dark locks trailing behind and sliding off (Y/N)'s legs as he gives them a little bit of space.

They hum, that happy smile remaining on their lips, brightening a bit their bandage-covered face, returning some of color and life to it. The human soon shift their attention back to what they were previously up to, which was scavenging and going through all the junk and rumble that fell down here from the human world.

While (Y/N) is the one going through the numerous items, Mr. Crawling remained focused on them. Staying next to their crouched form and curiously watching the things they periodically picked up and inspected, sometimes even picking something himself and asking what it is and what humans do with it.

The activity was simple, but it was like a huge breath of air for (Y/N) and a great way to distract their mind from the decay this world was putting them through, helping them remember who they are and what are supposed to be. A human, an unfortunate human that found themselves in this place of absolute madness...

(Y/N)'s train of thoughts stopped when their eyes suddenly caught a glimpse of something bright and colorful under a small pile of old, messed news articles. And after carefully pushing aside all the trash, they get a clear sight of what it is.

A manga cover!

(Y/N)'s eyes widened and their smile grew as they reach out and grab the manga book, picking it up and instantly flipping through the pages.

—"No way, it's actually in good, readable condition!"—

They exclaimed excitedly, eyes wandering through the pages with interest.

Mr. Crawling simply observed, curiously watching them inspect the book. He noticed that (Y/N) would always get super excited whenever they saw one of these colorful pictures, and it made him happy to see them happy! As well as to keep a mental note to find more of these to make them even happier.

However, as the human paused on one of the pages, probably to check if the paper is holding up alright after getting a little wet. Something completely different caught the ghost's attention.

Slowly, Mr. Crawling reaches his hand again, pointing at a particular drawing with his finger while tilting his head to the side, like a confused puppy would.

—"נ บ ਦ ኟィд ⊔ ટ ৺ ㅗ?"— (What They Do)

He asked, gently tapping the picture with his finger.

(Y/N) glances at the spot their ghost companion is pointing at, their eyebrows rising slightly as they see an illustration of two of the characters kissing. Oh, did they just spoiled themselves one of the subplots?...

—"This?"—

They asks, eyes flickering between the comic and Mr. Crawling's face.

—"π々⊔ λ ک つ ત コ ጉ ک こ?"— (Why Touch Mouth)

The ghost asked again, genuine curiosity lingering in his quiet voice as he taps the paper again, his head turning to the side to look at (Y/N). Despite half of his face being covered by his dark hair, they could practically feel his curious stare, almost like a kid waiting for his parent to answer.

—"ک  ጉ ㄷ π π々⊔ ?"— (Teach Why)

He asks, now his attention completely casted on (Y/N), patiently waiting for their answer.

The mentioned human stays silent at fist, seemingly surprised the ghost actually doesn't know what a kiss is and why people do it. However, the more they think about it, the less he can blame Mr. Crawling. After all, this world is not built for affection, and considering all the dangers that lurk here on daily basis, it's not too surprising that some residents of this place don't even know what affection is.

—"Well. This is called a kiss, 'kiss'."—

They explain, pointing at their lips as they spell the word for him.

—"K- K̴̻̍-K̶̥͔̒ḭ̷̢̆̾ṣ̵̠͊s̵̮̎̾-?"—

He attempts to repeat, though the sound comes more as a hiss rather than an actual word... Still, (Y/N) was proud of him for trying! And expresses such joy with a soft giggle.

—"Yeah, kiss. Uh..."—

They paused, thinking over their wording before continuing.

—"☨ บ п ป Kiss ત λ コㄷ ک  ጉ ㄷ π ㄷ ८ コ ㅗ."— (Human _ Desire Teach Love)

They finish, scratching their cheek with a sheepish smile, knowing that their explanation probably sounded wonky a weird, especially with that little mix between languages.

The ghost, makes a small "oh" sound, actually understanding their answer even with the odd wording.

Suddenly, Mr. Crawling's face lightens in puppy-like joy as he leans closer, his face just inches away from the human's when he starts to chirp back.

—"ત λ コㄷ ک  ጉ ㄷ π ㄷ ८ コ ㅗ ! "— (Desire Teach Love)

(Y/N) raised their eyebrows at his words, their cheeks suddenly feeling a little warmer.

(Hold on, is he asking me for a kiss?!)

As flustered as they were, upon seeing that excited, happy smile of the ghost that they grew so attached to, they couldn't find the heart to tell him no even if their life depended on it. Beside, it's just a kiss, and they both like each other! So why not?

—"Eh... Hehehe. Okay, okay. You kiss like this."—

They answer, before suddenly leaning forward and pressing their lips against the cold skin of his cheek.

A soft, quiet gasp escaped the ghost's lips, the difference in temperature between his and (Y/N) body never failing to make his chest feel all funny, though not unpleasant type of funny. But now with the added softness of their lips and the hot breath casted on his face, it created a sensation he haven't felt before.

The human leans back a little, chuckling under their breath at the ghost's reaction. However, their smile begin to fade when they notice how still he suddenly got.

They go silent, patiently waiting for Mr. Crawling to say or do something, but he remained perfectly still and dead silent, like some kind of creepy statue. Did they just cross some boundary they didn't know about?...

—"Mr. Crawling?..."— you ask eventually, voice quiet. —"Are you alright? Did I-..."—

(Y/N) paused when he finally does move, slowly lifting his hand from the opened manga book and brushing his fingers against his cheek, right on the spot they kissed him a second ago.

Suddenly, another high-pitched giggle escaped the ghost as he immediately launches forward, forcing (Y/N) back and basically tackling them to the ground into that famous overzealous hug of his they came to secretly adore.

—"K̶̥͔̒ḭ̷̢̆̾ṣ̵̠͊s̵̮̎̾ ! K̶̥͔̒ḭ̷̢̆̾ṣ̵̠͊s̵̮̎̾ !"—

He cheerfully exclaims with his broken human speech, before mimicking (Y/N)'s action and pressing his lips against their cheek. Though, more than an kiss his gesture resembled a nuzzle, like big dog gently bumping his favorite person with his nose.

—"৺ ጉ נ ⊔ λ ત д ک  ጉ ㄷ π ㄷ ८ コ ㅗ ! "— (Me Want to Teach Love)

(Y/N) just couldn't help but laugh at the sweet action of the ghost, their cheeks turning much redder and warmer than before. With their hands no longer being occupied by the manga book, they reach and rest their hands on Mr. Crawling's back, basically hugging him back as the entity continues to joyfully express his liking through the newfound gesture.

—"You're doing it pretty good! But this is not exactly a kiss..."—

They eventually say, sliding their hands from his back and instead resting them on his shoulders. At the sound of their voice, Mr. Crawling's affectionate nuzzles pause and leans back, tilting his head to the side with curiosity.

—"Yeah, you need to press your lips, not caress with them. Ehm..."—

They fall silent, their gaze adverting for a brief moment as they try to find the needed words to describe what they're trying to say, but all they get is a reminder of how poor and limited the ghost vocabulary is...

Mr. Crawling remained quiet, patiently waiting for (Y/N) to figure out their wording. He didn't mind the wait at all to be honest, patience being one of his biggest virtues after all. Beside, seeing the human mumble and emit noises under their breath while making funny faces, such as pushing their lips or furrowing their brows, was a very cute sight to witness!

When realized that words, human or not, won't cut it. (Y/N) decided to use actions instead, as their head was starting to hurt at this point from this damn language barrier. So, with a soft sigh their eyes flicker back at Mr. Crawling, who was still patiently waiting for them to figure out their wording, or maybe taking the chance to look and admire their face, or maybe both...

—"৺ ጉ נ ک  ጉ ㄷ π ત ટ д Kiss."— (Me Teach You)

They finally said, a hint of determination in their tone, though it was mostly directed to (Y/N) as they try to push through their own sudden rush of shyness and fluster. How comes they can be all giggly and cuddly when Mr. Crawling literally tackles them, but then turn into a blushing mess from a little kiss?! Ugh, even they start to make less sense the more they stay in this world...

At their words, the ghost seemed almost ecstatic. He already was eager to get any sort of attention from (Y/N), let alone affection. So the mere thought of feeling their lips pressed against his skin again made his whole body almost shake.

(Y/N) could feel the ghost's body grow tense from the overwhelming joy, and it was such a strangely endearing sight to witness; an otherworldly entity acting like an overjoyed puppy about to receive his favorite treat.

They giggle again, giving his shoulders a gentle squeeze before speaking.

—"Okay hehe... Eeh... Look, you kiss like this, 々ኟп৺."— (Look)

They say before leaning closer, the distance between their and Mr. Crawling's face growing smaller and smaller, until their lips finally come in contact with the ghost's other cheek.

They can feel him shiver, clearly still not used to the new sensation, but he was definitely loving it judging by the way his long arms slightly closed around their body, almost hugging them and pressing their smaller form against his taller one.

(Y/N) leans back a tiny bit, taking the chance to simply look at the entity who was holding them in it's embrace so tenderly. Of course, this is not the first, nor last, time they'll be held by Mr. Crawling. But... Right now, there's something different, they feel different. Their heart is pounding like crazy, yes. But they no longer feel flustered or embarrassed, they feel strangely in peace in fact.

There's always been something captivating about the crawling ghost, even with his unnerving traces. The way his long, black hair surrounds them, a void that's isolating both from the outside world, covering them like a veil, making each the protagonist of the other's gaze. For a monster-filled place like this, the moment felt almost romantic.

The human let a soft exhale, their lips parting ever so slightly. And before their brain could even realize it, (Y/N) was already leaning forward again.

They don't know what came over them, but their mind, their heart, and even that little voice was telling them the same thing...

{Do it.)

They press their lips again, this time against the tip of his nose, getting one of these little "eh" sounds out of him.

They didn't stop there however, instead starting to pepper the ghost's face with more kisses. His cheeks, his forehead, his jaw...

(Y/N)'s movements were slow and delicate, keeping in mind the comfort of their otherworldly companion as they shower him with this new, intimate affection. They weren't quite sure what he was thinking about all of this, if he was getting overwhelmed or not, if he truly enjoyed or understood how much this moment meant for humans... But by how his arms seem to close more around their smaller form, how his fingers flex around the fabric of their raincoat, how his body seemed to gradually relax and even lean into the new, loving gesture...

Yeah, they knew he understood.

However, as (Y/N) was about to reach his lips, an inexplicable wave of hesitation came all over them, freezing them in place and incapacitating from moving back of forward, their heartbeat getting surprisingly, almost painfully loud.

(What's going on?)

(Why am I feeling so... Self-conscious?)

(No... No. I want to do it, I need to do it! Come on body, move! Move god damnit!)

They screamed inside of their mind, yet their body still refused to move, regardless of all the mental berating they were putting themselves through. Their grip on Mr. Crawling's shoulder tightened a little, like a silent attempt to ground themselves and remember just how close the ghost was, how he was waiting for them to continue, how he was waiting for them. But... They... They just couldn't move.

However, after a few beats of silence and inactivity had passed, is Mr. Crawling the one to finally break the tension and lean forward, his cold lips pressing against the warm ones of the human.

And just like that, all the doubts and hesitations had melted away in (Y/N), and everything felt alright again. No, more than alright. This felt perfect, intimate, sweet, and surprisingly innocent. Holding nothing but the affection, care and love the two beings felt for one another, now in it's purest way.

A human.

And a ghost.

Together, connected to each other not just in a physical way, but now in a deep, emotional way...

The kiss itself probably didn't last even 10 seconds, but in (Y/N)'s and Mr. Crawling's mind it felt like two eternities had passed, and many more would if they'd decided to keep going.

After breaking the kiss, the two just stay like this for a while, looking at each other as their minds clear from the haze and feeling of drunkenness the sweet exchange left behind. Mr. Crawling still on top of (Y/N), but instead of just hovering over them like he always did, now his arms were tightly wrapped around their frame, keeping them securely in place right between the ground and his body.

(Y/N) couldn't explain it, but right now they feel like they're falling again for the ghost. Just by being held in his embrace and hidden underneath his larger body, they felt so safe and at peace... So...

It's like they were home.

Their home...

He became their home, their safe place, their happy place...

Him...

—"λ ک ሰ ৺ ટ ?"— (Are you okay)

Mr. Crawling suddenly asked, his smile faltering as his embrace on them tightens a little. It was almost like he was concerned he did something wrong and broke them, what a sweetheart.

(Y/N) blinked, noticing they were probably staring and zoning out with this little realization of theirs, realization that their real home was not in this or their world.

It was with Mr. Crawling.

Or at least, that's what their heart told them.

—"I'm fine."—

The human said in a soft voice. Their body leaning forward while speaking, snuggling closer to the ghost's chest, the action feeling like a little dejavu to the time he hid them from the man in red.

Ugh... The sole mention of that guy is still sending shivers through their body, so let's not think about him.

—"৺コኅ ጉ ሰ ટ נ ৺ ጉ נ ሰ ኟ つ ጉ."— (Us Together Me Happy)

Mr. Crawling didn't take long to let yet another high-pitched giggle, his head coming to rest on top of (Y/N)'s, nuzzling gently against their hair and raincoat hood.

—"ㄷコ ਦ υ ป ! ㄷコ ਦ υ ป !"— (Glad Glad)

He chirped cheerfully, his arms tightening just a little to give the human a gentle squeeze.

—"ત ટ д ሰ ኟ つ ጉ ৺ ጉ נ ㄷコ ਦ υ ป !"— (You Happy Me Grateful)

—"৺ ጉ נ ㄷ ८ コ ㅗ ત ટ д !"— (Me Like You)

—"৺ ጉ נ ㄷ ८ コ ㅗ ጉ ሰ ટ נ ત ટ д !"— (Me Like Together You)

All (Y/N) could do at the moment is giggle and attempt to keep up with his excitement. Jeez, they forgot how talkative Mr. Crawling gets when excited. They reach out at some point, affectionately rubbing his back like a quiet request to slow down, which the ghost quickly complies by stopping his speech and instead resorting just to the nuzzling.

The two remained like this for quite a while, just enjoying this precious moment of having each other close. Even if they knew that the next time (Y/N) needs to take a nap, they'll be in embraced again.

—"Alright, that's enough for now.—

The human muttered, giving the ghost's back a few gentle pats like a way of saying that they wanted him to move.

Mr. Crawling doesn't try to protest at all, surprisingly. And after giving one more squeeze, his arms loosen around (Y/N)'s form and he slowly lets go, his body getting off them and instead settling right by their side. That's probably the reason he didn't complain about letting go, knowing he'd be next to them one way or another.

(Y/N) chuckled again at the ghost's sneaky antics, finding them pretty adorable. And after reaching out to pat his head again, the human settles into a more comfortable position and grabs the manga book they previously dropped from Mr. Crawling's surprise-tackle-hug.

—"Okay, let's see what this is about..."—

The human muttered to themselves while opening the book and starting to read the story, deciding to go blind into it and discover the plot as they progress with the story.

Mr. Crawling in the meantime had found his comfortable spot by placing his head against (Y/N)'s shoulder, with one of his arms resting across their waist, keeping them in this half hug.

Even if the ghost didn't understand a word, the illustrations of the manga were very helpful and allowed him to follow the story along with the human. Though there were things he also didn't quite understand about human behavior, it wasn't a big deal since (Y/N) would always chive in and explain him things.

As the two lay there, reading, Mr. Crawling suddenly lifted his head and pressed his lips against (Y/N)'s cheek gently, this time actually kissing them.

—"৺ ጉ נ ک  ጉ ㄷ π ㄷ ८ コ ㅗ ત ટ д ! "— (Me Teach Love You)

He said in a sweet, happy tone that nearly made (Y/N)'s heart explode. Ugh, seriously who gave him the right to be so cute!?

—"ㄷコ ਦ υ ป."— (Grateful)

—"ㄷ ८ コ ㅗ ৺ ጉ נ ?"— (Like Me)

(Aaand there he goes again. Yup, high-maintenance type...)

(But he's my high-maintenance type.)

—"ㄷ ८ コ ㅗ ત ટ д."— (Like You)

They replied warmly, planting another kiss on top of his head, gaining yet another lovely giggle from the entity before returning their attention to the manga. The ghost soon following their example, settling back into his previous position, occasionally nuzzling against their shoulder like an affectionate cat. They could swear he'd be purring if he could.

And while reading the manga, (Y/N) couldn't help but smile, but also dread a little at how the next days would go now that Mr. Crawling learned about kissing and what it meant...

...

They're going to get tackled A LOT.

"Won't they?"

[rabotimagines]

I'm so glad my English wasn't bad! I put it on goggle translate a few times to see if it was right 😭 (And I do agree with you on TFONE part haha!)

I was talking to another friend of mine about your newest work and we both loved it very much! We tried to imagine the opposite happening, a Decepticon Reader trying to pull off the same scheme that is, and it all just ended in laughs!

We think it would end with the Autobot worried about you one way or another.

Starscream? You're either VERY desperate or the bar is simply THAT low

Shockwave? They are unsure if he is threatening you or is simply bad at flirting

Soundwave? ...I like Soundwave, so no bad mouthing for him hahaha!

Again, I love your works! I look forward to the next one!

thank you for enjoying my works!! Please don't feel shy to share your thoughts with me too about my certain works please. I eat the talking and comments from you guys about the things I write and use them like energy to power and I can write more because of them :)

Plus I also like talking about these mechs hahaha But let's do flirty Decepticon Reader then!

"Battlefield flirting" pt2! GN BOT Reader x Prowl, Ironhide, Ratchet, Bumblebee

Summary: The Autobots get sexually frustrated by the enemy (you)

G1 characters: Prowl, Ironhide, Ratchet, Bumblebee,

Genre/Theme: Cross faction flirting/annoying and sexually frustrating the Autobots

Warnings: Con Reader being a bit mean to the mechs (You are enemies after all), Mildly horny Autobots

Pronouns: You, Your, Yours

Notes: GN Decepticon! Reader, Reader is written as older in mind. (mentioned in Ironhide and Ratchets parts)

"Hey gorgeous! Hope your medics not busy!" Prowl registers exactly who is saying the phrase, but he's too slow to stop you from shooting him right in the thigh. Prowl almost crumbles but forces his leg to brace, and pain shoots up his frame as a result. He doesn't fall, however, so he has enough time to whip around and block the punch you aim at his helm. You lock optics, and you grin at him. You then do something his logic center isn't even accounting for. And promptly drop your blaster like it wasn't apart of your advantage.

Your now free servo latches onto Prowls arm and yanks him forward. You're suddenly chassis to chassis, and your servo is preventing him from raising his own blaster to use. And then your em field unabashedly runs along his frame. Prowls optics snap wide, and your faceplates are almost touching- "Hey." Is all you say before promptly rearing back and slamming your helm into Prowls olfactory. Pain hits him hard and fast, and you both go tumbling to the ground in a fit.

Prowl does not like you. You were the enemy, and you were high on the Autobot priority take downs list. A nightmare on the battlefield and an even more annoying mech to interact with. Your latest attempt at throwing them off their guard was your new now blatant- flirtatious nature. Names that belong in a habsuite and an em field that's completely and utterly unrestrained. Prowl despised running into you on the battlefield. Now, he didn't have to just calculate your battle actions. Now he had to account for your flirting so the others wouldn't get killed due to being caught off guard by it.

Prowl was far from a fool, so he knows exactly what the heat in his frame is when it starts. Now, does that mean he's accepting of it? No. Prowl denies it and denies it. Prowl tries to reset his logic center multiple times, defrag, and even recharge in hopes it will disappear like a stress glitch. Unfortunately, it does not, and Prowl is left having to acknowledge his sudden inexplicable attraction towards you. (He does so with a gritted jaw and clenched servos.) Prowl knows he can not afford to try and also calculate avoidance measures on top of everything else for something as petty as his confounded frames incomprehensible decisions. So Prowl stands tall and keeps his optics out for you on the battlefield per usual.

Prowl barely comprehends his logic centers idea of using his stasis cuffs to keep you as a non threat for the rest of the battle. All before, Prowl's dismissing the prompt like rust plague when the heat suddenly returned at the thought.

-

Ironhides trying to put the fire out with Inferno, and they'd split to keep it contained. "Heya hotshot!" Ironhide isn't fast enough to react, and you slam into his chassis with enough force his windshield glass cracks. Ironhide hits the ground hard and scrambles to get his legs back under himself. "Oops! Hope you can handle the heat, baby!" Ironhide realizes you're throwing something- that's a frag grenade sleeve! Ironhide curses and throws himself through a wall of flames to avoid the worst of it but still gets thrown from the explosion. Ironhide grits his jaw and engages his liquid nitrogen cannon while down. He hears the slightest bit of movement, and he's shooting, and Ironhide lets himself grin when he hears a sound of pain.

Ironhide puts the wall of flame out, and through the steam, he sees you standing a bit away with your weapon raised. Ironhide can also see one of your pauldrons is now visibly cracked and lightly steaming. "Aw, what's the matter? Can't handle a lil' ol' cold, Con?" Ironhide can't help enjoying the sharp expression that curls on your derma.

Ironhides known you for vorns. More than enough fights to the death to mild scraps for minor supplies. Ironhide would say he's practically intimate with ya with the amount of times you've spilled each others energon with neither of ya deactivatin'. So he's not exactly too surprised when you start running your sparkdamned mouth a little bit more than usual. The names and the em field were new, sure, but they fit the vermin you were just right. It's almost a touch scary how well the sweetly said but obviously poisonous phrases drip from ya on the battlefield. It doesn't tip Ironhide up too much. it just annoys him. Why run your sparkdamned mouth when you could be dying for Ironhide instead? Now your em field makes his plating instinctively clamp down on itself. (But that's neither here nor there!)

It takes Ironhide a bit to realize what the new heat he's feeling towards you is. Since well, he always got fragging hot with some good ol' fashioned rage when he had to fight you for long enough. So it takes Ironhide a hot klick to realize it ain't just anger that's suddenly making his engine rev loud in response to you. And Ironhide just curses and drags his servo down his own faceplate. Slag it all. Ironhides, been at this for too long with ya. Especially if his frames even thinking about you like that. But honestly- Ironhide ain't as ashamed as he knows he definitely should be. It wouldn't be anything Primus no- but maybe just one time? (Or maybe even a few times?) In a heated corner away from either of your bases? To just rip into each other like you've always done but just in another way? Yeah, Ironhide lets himself think about it, at least.

Ironhide also lets himself think about shutting ya up real pretty like, the next time you smile at him on the battlefield.

-

Ratchet typically wasn't a front liner, but slag happened, and sometimes he needed to be on the front line. Or he just happened to wind up in the middle of the worst of it. Rather, thankfully, it's the latter, and he's not gauntlet deep in someone's chassis when a voice rings much too close to his audial. "Darling doctor, you lost? Turn around real slow for me." Ratchet jerks, feeling the blaster barrel on his back and turns slow but firm knowing Primus well that if you wanted to, he'd be shot or stabbed immediately. You've got your blaster in your servo- and your em field brushes against him and Ratchet cannot hide his frown. "Aw, don't be like that. Don't you wanna be my sweet hostage?" You purr.

"I think I'd rather be fifty vorns away from you, you old coot." You just smiled at him, and Ratchet wants to punch you for it. Even though he knows it won't do much now.

You grabbed Ratchets' arm and start to drag him towards the others. "C'mon, we can have a cute ol' fashioned club together... don't you think?"

Ratchets patched up enough of them and heard what you'd done to them on the battlefield, and he's even had his own personal run ins with you. You were dangerous and quite the piece of fragging work to put it bluntly. So when you start with your words and your touchy little em field Ratchets unamused. Your words may be sweet, but Ratchets old like you, and he knows exactly what your intentions are. You're just playing the felinoid with the turborat. Your em field, however, is genuine. So that just makes Ratchet believe you must have a serious glitch of some sort to be flirting with the enemy and mean it. He's also a touch miffed because now he's got other Autobots compartmentalizing slag in the medbay about you flirting with them. And now Ratchet has to tell the younger members you just had a wire crossed the wrong way, and they shouldn't focus too much on your nonsense.

It takes Ratchet a klick to realize what the heat is when it very abruptly starts to kick up when you'd interact with him. A smile or your saccharine words- and Ratchet is upset with himself. He's not even mad he's just- upset. Really? It had to be you? You of all mechs? That his array had suddenly decided to find interest in? Primus give him strength. Regardless, Ratchet was a professional, and he's been around for too long to let something little like this get to him. He just accepts it and doesn't let it him bother him too badly. It's not like you interacted with one another all that much since he wasn't typically out on the front of the battlefield. Ratchet would stay professional with you, the enemy, as long as the situation called for it.

And if Ratchet lets himself fantasize about strapping you down in the medbay and teaching you some manners on lonely nights- well then, that's Ratchets business now, wasn't it?

-

"Bumblebee, look out!" Bumblebee hears Spike call out a nano-klick after he feels an em field trail hot along his frame.

"Oh, lucky me. A Honeybee." Bumblebee jerks around and sees a blur before he's hit hard in the chassis. The hit knocks him flat on the concrete, and he coughs when his fuel tank actually lurches from the force of it. Bumblebee sees pedes- pedes he realizes are yours. You tutted at Bumblebee "Poor thing." And Bumblebee feels vaguely nauseous when your em field practically seeps into his frame from where you were leering over him. Bumblebee forces himself to look upward only to find you kneeling down so you were even closer to him. Your servo reaches out and grabs his jaw, forcing him to meet your gaze.

And you smile at him. Like genuinely. And the sight makes Bumblebee almost assume you were kind. "I'm gonna have to break you a bit dear, sorry about this." Your unbothered smile being the last thing Bumblebee remembered before he got hit hard enough, his frame forcibly rebooted.

Bumblebee doesn't know what he's supposed to think about you. Sure! You were one of the more dangerous cons! But you'd usually never interact with the rest of them like- this. Now you'd talk even more, and your smiles were more common and, Primus, the names- Don't get Bumblebee started on the names. As if there was anything more off putting on the battlefield, then a sweet voice calling you "darling" before nearly nailing you in the optic with a blaster. Or your- touchy em field. Primus, Bumblebee hadn't felt a field that eager in vorns, and frankly, he didn't know how to stop his optics from brightening at the touch of it. Bumblebee makes an effort to avoid you if he can, to let Prowl or Ironhide, or even Optimus deal with you. They all had their own ways of handling your personality. So they didn't fumble nearly as badly as Bumblebee did.

Then the heat starts, and Bumblebee realizes after a few split encounters with you what it actually was-! Bumblebee feels so so disappointed in his frame. Well- it's not like you weren't easy on the optics or anything! But- really!? You!? Oh, Bumblebee feels like such a bad Autobot even if he knows it's not really his fault. Especially when you flirted with all of them like you did. Was it really such a bad thing he got caught up in your charms? Okay, yeah, definitely. Absolutely it was. But Bumblebee knows he's not the only one affected by you! He saw how Ironhide was looking at you when he had to try and negotiate with you on Teletrann 1. So well- at least, Bumblebee's not alone in falling for you a little bit! Bumblebee just had to make sure you wouldn't kill him when he got too distracted by you on the battlefield. He just had to pretend he didn't think about you like that... yeah. Easy...

If Bumblebee pretends hard enough, he hopes he can pretend away the hot urge for his engine to instinctively purr when you'd smile at him.

[idkfitememate]

A Boar? In This Economy? Pt. 3

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૮꒰˶ᵔ ᗜ ᵔ˶꒱ა Pairings : GN! Boar Reader x Mondstadt (Genshin World)

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໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১ Tags/CW&TW : Fluff to angst to fluff again, crack

You thought that the interaction you had with the boys would be enough to satiate you for a long while.

Well you were wrong.

Because now all you wanted to do was go into Mondstadt and see everyone.

There was one thing holding you back, however…

…And that was wondering where the story was.

Now, you unironically had been getting “vIsIoNs Of ThE fUtUrE”, or rather the updates and current story as it continued in your world.

Your world…

Shaking off the slight homesickness, continued on your mission. Finding out where ever which ever sibling was in the story.

What you weren’t expecting however was to watch a Paimon being fished out by a hungry looking Aether.

Oh Gods.

Oh Fuck.

THE STORY HASN’T EVEN STARTED????

This is new, considering that in nearly every fic about the SAGAU the story was up to the current update or it had stopped all together.

… Did you mention that you were a vivid reader of fanfiction? And player of Genshin? Because you were.

Tiptoeing backwards, you suddenly hear the shrill voice of a certain fairy… as in fairly large pain in your ass-

“Oh! If you’re really hungry you should go hunt that boar right there! I’ve never seen a painted one though…”

OH SHIT OH FUCK-

You ran away before the blonde could even turn around, hearing Paimon’s voice call out for you to stand still. No you weren’t gonna stand still!

You continued to run, cursing yourself out in your head for being noticed.

You were happy where you were! With your family! You already interacted with Mondstadt in the form of Razor and Bennet, that was enough!

You rushed deeper and deeper into the forest, stopping when you noticed your family ahead. Trotting before them, you laid down in front of the fire.

Ever since finding you, they refused to eat boar meat, switching to fox and bird so you wouldn’t have to sit and watch them cook something that looked like you, which was nice.

Right now they were roasting a bird over the fire, spices filling your nose as you curled up around it. Another change was the increase of Mita and Lawa and samachurls at the camp. Two of each element for each type of churl to protect the camp, and you.

This was also true for other mobs. Slimes and Whopperflowers, anything else in the immediate area. The number was upped.

And with your heightened heart rate?

The number only went up.

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By now, Aether and the small girl he had come to find was named Paimon had already cleared out a Hilichurl camp with the Outrider of Mondstadt, Amber.

Wiping sweat off her forehead, she turned to the duo.

“For some reason, the number of Hilichurl camps has been growing rapidly in the past year, even more so than before. Your help is immensely appreciated!” She said, sighing.

Aether only stood by before speaking up.

“Have you seen a painted boar around here?” He questioned.

“Oh! Yeah! The Boar of the Wilds! Yeah, quite the trouble maker they are. They’re a weird boar too, sticking around Hilichurls and the such. But they help the kids so we don’t see them as too much of a threat. Why?” Amber smiled as she turned around to face the Traveler, who was glaring at a now heavily sweating Paimon.

“No reason…” He said through grit teeth, making Paimon shake and mutter something about ‘not knowing’ or something of the sort.

“Well anyway, let’s get you into the city Traveler!”

And with that, the trio continued on their walk, unaware of the slime watching them.

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So you really are at the start of the story.

You paced around the fire as your family watched sitting cross legged.

You had two options:

1. Travel with Aether and see all 7 nations.

Or

2. Stay where you are and live with your family till the story ends.

Your first instinct was, of course, to stay with your family. You had built a life here, no matter how crude.

Your family cared for you and you them. These specific mobs were going to live on in your heart and you’d be damned if you’d leave them. Because if you did, the odds of travelers and others of that nature might find them and…

Well you didn’t want to think of what’d happen.

You shook you head and snorted, pacing faster. You ignored the worried cries of those around you as you continued to think.

Now that the story started, that meant that shit was about the hit the fan.

You had noticed a lack of Divalin, and more windstorms. With how happy things had been, you tired to ignore it.

Ignore the signs.

But a small voice in the background of your head had told you.

It told you that the story had started. That you’d have to do something.

But if you did you’d mess up the whole story, and then you wouldn’t be able to predict what happens next and you’d loose all sense of control you felt you’d had.

The abyss.

You glanced back at your family.

One thing you made sure of was that there were no Abyss Mages around. Without them, your family was more than docile around humans, not truly seeing a reason to hurt them without cause.

When they would try to reverse the curse… if you left your family…

…

…

… You rammed into a tree.

Small screams erupted from them as the tree tilted over and fell, the top splintered from the bottom where you rammed it. Letting out a loud squeal, you rammed into another.

Why was this so difficult??

On the one hand, with your knowledge you could probably make so many lives better and easier!

But on the other, after you help one, it could cause a ripple effect and make you loose your grasp on what was happening, leaving you unable to help.

And with cautious you were, you didn’t even know if you’d come back if you’d die!

Would you be willing to die for these people?

Another tree fell.

You’d die easier than a human, what happens if you die.

What happens if you’re forced to leave your family?!

You rammed another tree.

Your breathing quickened and your eyes started to water.

The wind began to pick up.

When your hooves made contact with the ground, the earth rumbled.

You could no longer hear the shouts and cries of those around you.

What would happen when you died?

Would your blood be gold?

More trees fell.

Your eyes were blurred with tears.

You were barreling through the Forrest at this point, mind of every type crying out to you.

Crying out for you to stop.

You didn’t want to die.

But others would die for you.

You could stop so much.

… You could’ve stopped so much.

When the thought hit that while you’ve been messing around for just over a year, people were getting hurt, you ran faster, and hit harder.

The wind whipped harder. When you looked up you noticed Stormterror and Aether fighting above the city.

Had you been so caught up in your own stupid emotions that you failed to notice the city closest to you was under attack?!

How fucking STUPID could you be?!?!

You rammed harshly into a large tree, being stopped by both the winds of Teyvat and the sheer thickness of the tree.

Shaking your head you looked up.

… The Symbol of Mondstadt’s Hero.

You had ran all the way to Windrise.

Hiccups forced their way out of snout and tears poured out of your eyes.

You sobbed.

Everything was blurry and your ears were ringing. You were tired of thinking.

You barely registered the Pyro Samachurl laying a churl blanket around your back while warming it.

More and more mobs surrounded your sobbing form and slowly cuddled around you. Warming you.

And eventually, you fell asleep under the large and warm pile of Hilichurls, Mitachurls, Lawachurls, Samachurls, Slimes, Whopperflowers, other boars, foxes, and birds.

You were safe. You were loved.

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“You have to check it out! I understand that the main issue is The Stormterror, but Miss. Jean! It’s a large pile of monsters and animals! This could pose a great threat!”

The distressed traveler continued to rant at the Acting Grand Master, causing her to sigh.

Everything lately had been so stressful, even with the help of the Blonde Traveler. Currently they were with Lisa at The Temple of the Lion.

She genuinely, truly didn’t want to ask them to help with this.

So she decided to check it out on her own.

Standing from her desk, she walked around to shake the hand of the now silent traveler.

“Don’t worry. I’ll check it out and do what I can to help in the situation.”

She was met with many thanks from them as they shook her hand up and down with vigor.

Lord Barbatos she was tired…

Making sure she was all ready to go and had her trusty Aquila Favonia, and headed out.

Nodding at everyone she passed, she quickly made her way out of the city and towards the place of interest.

The place said to be the historical ground of her hero, Vanessa’s ascension to Celestia.

The Symbol of Mondstadt’s Hero, Windrise.

Running her way over, it was very apparent that the Traveler was not kidding. She could see the large multicolored blob from where she was, though it wasn’t moving.

The thing had just recently appeared, but that didn’t change the fact that this was still dangerous.

Creeping towards the pile, she was met with the cacophonous sound of snores from monster and animal alike.

And she was now confused.

Never in Jean’s life had she ever seen a fox curled around a Sawachurl. Or a bird sleeping peacefully on a Lawachurl. Or boars cuddled up with Mita and Hilichurls.

Wait.

Boars cuddled up with… oh.

Sighing she readied her sword to attack and find where that boar was under all this, before a Frostarm Lawachurl shook itself awake. The sudden movement startled her and she was met with the blank carved eyes of its mask boring into hers.

The two stared for a bit, before it huffed and laid back down, cuddling into a Blazing Axe Mitachurl who was… well… cuddling it’s still-red-but-put-out axe.

Jean was bewildered at the interaction, standing from her attack position. Looking more, she took a risk.

She stepped forward.

She was met with whirrling of a Ruin Guard starting up.

If what she was thinking was true, then why was anything of Ruin here?! The boar hadn’t been known to wander into any of the shrines or otherwise where they may have been found!

She was met with a Guard turning to her. Again she readied for an attack.

Only to be met with small ‘beeps’ and ‘boops’.

It, like the Lawachurl only glanced at her, before lying back down.

Okay, what was going on?!

Now she just decided to walk through the large crowd, though through is a strong word. On was more like it.

And as she got closer to the large Oak tree, she noticed the dip right at its trunk. The pile only got larger, and when she got to the trunk, there was a large divet. Jumping down, she was met with the culprit she thought she’d meet.

The boar.

૮꒰づ˶• ༝ •˶꒱づ ˚ʚ ꒰⁐⁐⁐⁐୨🍬🍧🍦୧⁐⁐⁐⁐꒱ ɞ˚

Being shaken awake was not what you wanted right now.

Groaning and huffing, you tired to push the hand off, only causing it or come back and push harder.

You continued to shove it off until it finally stopped. You sighed in relief and snuggled back into the warmth around you, falling back asleep.

At least, until you heard the scared cries of a Sawachurl.

Cracking your eyes open you immediately notice an angered(??) Jean standing over you and a Pyro Sawachurl. And she was directing that anger(???) towards the small churl.

Oh. Hell. No.

Jumping up you lightly but into her. Though your ‘light but’ sent her crashing into the large wall of bodies behind her.

Which started to wake up the large pile.

Animals and monsters grunted and groaned as Jean stood in shock at the ripple effect of your actions.

You were just watching a fox climb up the tree in interest.

The whole pile had woken up, standing confused at you and the only human. Jean was noticeable tense.

Shaking off the blanket, you snorted, grunted and oinked into the crowd. And after a moment, they began to disperse, much to Jean’s amazement.

“How did you… anyway. You can’t do… this anymore, alright? I don’t understand how you got these monsters and otherwise to not attack humans but I’ll have you know that you gave passing travelers quite the scare. You understand, right?” Jean asked.

You stood and gently nodded, still tired and slightly overwhelmed by past thoughts.

She sighed and made a decision.

Walking behind you - making you look at her with interest - she wrapped her hands around your midsection and picked you up, causing you to struggle.

Your distressed squeals filled the air as she began to explain. “I just - ngh - need to keep an eye on - hey watch it! - keep an eye on you - ow!” Her words were interrupted by your squirming and moving in her arms, but at her words you slowed.

… Right. The Stormterror situation.

She looked down with concern when she noticed you no longer struggling - she was expecting a fight the whole way - and was startled by the far off look in your eye.

Sucking it up, she began to carry you back to The Knights of Favonius Headquarters.

૮꒰づ˶• ༝ •˶꒱づ ˚ʚ ꒰⁐⁐⁐⁐୨🍩🍬🍨୧⁐⁐⁐⁐꒱ ɞ˚

Seeing you in the office was not what Kaeya was expecting.

Having never met you personally but hearing stories around the city, seeing you in Jeans office sat beside her desk was a surreal experience.

The only reason he was here and not waiting for the Traveler was because he had been told the Jean had left, and with Lisa also not there, he was in charge for the moment.

Was he just a bit pissy that he was the only asked after they realized Lisa was gone?

… No comment.

But by the time he got back it didn’t matter because Jean and… you were already there.

He barely got a word in anyway because the door swung open with the Librarian and Traveler in tow.

“We’re back!~” Called Lisa. Aether stood behind her, red in the face. Kaeya wasn’t shocked with how… sultry she could be.

She was definitely an acquired taste, that was for sure.

But the moment of peace was broken by your loud squeals and oinks of distress, and the blue-coded man noticed you were looking at their new blonde friend.

And when you got up to start running, he made a split second decision.

He dove for you.

૮꒰づ˶• ༝ •˶꒱づ ˚ʚ ꒰⁐⁐⁐⁐୨🍯🍡🍫୧⁐⁐⁐⁐꒱ ɞ˚

A sharp crack was heard when your hoof made contact with Kaeya’s face.

You stood startled for a moment, before making eye contact with Aether again and panicking all over again.

You hadn’t made your decision!

You thought you’d at least get until he finished the Main Story Quest to make your decision!

Your panicking and running form was confined to the room as Jean commanded the doors be shut and locked from the outside.

This choice was made clear after you made a b-line for the door and rammed into it. You stumbled a bit for a second before running around again.

Using any kind of Vision or otherwise was immediately out of the picture due to the confined space and bunches of important documents and books in the vicinity.

Jean also tried to make a grab out you, which worked for a second… until you infused your body with Electro, shocking the shit out of her.

Now they had no clue what to do.

Well wait… nevermind.

Trying to coral you was the best bet.

And that’s what they did. But that just made you more wild.

Didn’t they ever hear the saying “A cornered animal will fight twice as hard.”?

Because that’s exactly what happened.

You rammed into walls and windows, no longer squealing but screaming.

It sounded sickeningly human to them.

You rammed past them and into the desk, causing a sharp letter opener to fall onto you.

Slicing your skin and making you bleed.

Gold.

It shined as you collapsed to the floor. Shaking and crying. Tired and hungry.

Those who were awake - you knocked out Kaeya - stood in shock as you continued to cry.

Lisa silently traced the paint on your fur. It’s swirling patters that, now that she saw them and was analyzing them anyway, looked like the patterns that lined the statues of their Creator.

Jean finally thought about your odd relationship with the creatures of Teyvat. How they listened to you and became docile in your presence. How they payed attention to only you and never harmed humans when around you. You calmed them. Like the Creator.

Paimon - who watched the ordeal from a corner in fear - put together how the fauna blocked Aether from reaching you and how the wind seemed to boost you away from the duo. How Teyvat seemed to help you. Much like it would the creator.

Jean and Lisa turned to each other. They just thought you had a weird mutation or something of the sort! Maybe even a vision! Would be the first time an animal got given a vision but that’s what they chalked it up to!

But this… they thought of who they thought was the Creator who was sitting on their throne right now, enjoying the finer things in life.

They were… lying?

The person they had been worshipping for.. years now.. was FUCKING LYING?!?!

Jean dropped to her knees and Lisa shook.

A whispered murmur left Paimon’s lips which startled Aether.

“The Creator…”

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Waking up in the med bay of The Knights of Favonius Headquarters was not what you were expecting.

A bandage was wrapped around your midsection and a guard was stationed at your door.

The most shocking thing however, was that every Vision Holder in Mondstadt - including the Traveler - was in your room.

Even Albedo and Eula.

Shaking and coughing alerted them to your now awake status. Those who were seated now stood.

You noted the bandage on Kaeya’s chin and felt bad.

Though that quickly turned to confusion when everyone - again, including Aether - bowed.

Then that confusion turned to fear as they spoke in unison.

“Our humblest greetings, O’ great Creator.”

…Shit.

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[fanged-fanfics]

Hello! Could i request a wind archer cookie x reader if possible?

In which the reader is also another guardian of the millennial tree forest and they both work together often, with a bit of an old married vouple energy between the two. And if possible, could you also add millennial tree being a wingman and making the two date?

Thank you for reading this request, i hope its not too much. Have a great day/afternoon/evening/night!!!

☆ Blooming Affection — Wind Archer Cookie x Reader HCs ☆

Genre: Fluff || they/them pronouns for reader || No warnings needed

──────.𖥔 ݁ ˖˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ──────

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Wind Archer was known for his serious demeanor, the way he stuck so firmly to his job and hardly focused on anything else. You were a Cookie who, for the most part, managed to change that

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Through all your time working together, Wind Archer developed a deep trust in you, and the both of you remembered little things about the other that no other Cookie had even heard of before

ᯓᡣ𐭩 The way you two synced so well, understanding one another deeply and always being seen next to each other gave many Cookies the impression that you two had been married for ages at this point

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Wind Archer is very attentive to you, he pays close attention to your mood and can always tell when you need him. But for the absolute longest time, he was stubborn about admitting it

ᯓᡣ𐭩 What now feels like quite some time ago, Millennial Tree Cookie used to occasionally speak to the two of you for what felt like the oddest reasons. Why would he want you to know where Wind Archer was so much, or suggest the protector visit you so often?

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Millennial Tree was also the first to notice when Wind Archer developed feelings, before he could even admit it to himself. The old willow would do his best to keep gently nudging Wind Archer in your direction

ᯓᡣ𐭩 "You've been staring," he once calmly said, the voice causing Wind Archer to jump despite it's gentleness. He turned, seeing Millennial Tree behind him. "I- I don't know what you mean" the archer stammered. "I think you do" Millennial Tree hummed calmly, tilting his head to look before them. Wind Archer followed the gaze, seeing where you were gathering supplies for an oncoming storm. "It's not like that- you've misunderstood" Wind Archer mumbled, the words of weak conviction. Millennial Tree simply gave a kind smile "Maybe I have. I am just an old tree, after all. Or maybe, in time, you'll see something too"

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Needless to say he was the biggest supporter of you two when you began dating officially, though of course he told lightly embarrassing stories about how he could tell all along

[mxauthor]

Magic Hands

Summary: Chilchuck is having trouble sleeping, Y/n's magic touch just might be the answer.

Word Count: 1,531

Warnings: fluff

Y/n was a touchy person. 

The party was well aware of this statement. Especially since they have been on the receiving end of their affection. Y/n never took it too far, always being mindful of everyone’s boundaries and their comfortability at all times. 

Marcille loved Y/n’s hugs and headpats, the (race) was always warm and gentle, squeezing just the right amount to where she felt safe. Laios found their playful fighting or their lighthearted shaking endearing. The tall-man was rambunctious at heart, so having someone to ‘play’ with allowed him to be serious at times of need. Senshi appreciated their pats on the back. It was their way of saying ‘thank you’, something he appreciated since he also wasn’t great with words or expressing himself. 

So it was no surprise that when the moment came and Chilchuck had started to become open with the party little by little, Y/n took a small chance. 

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It was ‘late’ into the night. Laios had suggested that they camp for the night seeing as they had just reached the 6th floor of the dungeon. They set up camp and Senshi began dinner.

The party conversed lightly, talking of plans within the dungeon or things that needed to be gathered. Y/n and Marcille chatted with each other, Marcille talking about a book she read a while ago, while Y/n softly combed out her hair. 

They listened intently, making sure to ask questions to show the elven woman that they were paying attention. Senshi called them over, having finished dinner. The party had gathered around the fire with their food and began eating. The group ate in relative silence, a small comment here and there but silence nonetheless. 

Y/n and Chilchuck assisted Senshi with the dishes of the night, as Y/n was drying a bowl they lightly nudged the half-foot getting his attention. 

“You doing alright? You seem a little more tired than usual.” Y/n asked. They’ve begun to notice a slight lag in his step, not enough to cause him to misstep while disarming traps, but enough that his normal walking pace was a lot slower. 

“Yeah, just haven’t been getting enough sleep.” Chilchuck quietly shared. Sharing his feelings and struggles was still new, especially since it was something as simple as sleeping. 

Y/n hummed in acknowledgement, trying to find a reason for his current dilemma, “Is it nightmares?”

“No, I’ve already checked.” His voice was filled with defeat. Every night he looked within his pillow for the small monsters. He even ‘borrowed’ Laios’ monster book to see if there was another type that caused sleepless nights. “I even tried to look for another monster to see if they caused the same thing, but nothing.” 

The (hair color) could tell that he was exhausted. It wouldn’t take long until the rest of the party noticed and when they caught on, all they would do is try to pressure Chilchuck into telling them everything that was going on, or try and take over work which would frustrate the half-foot more than him not getting enough sleep. 

Y/n knew that he liked his privacy and that he liked to be able to carry his own weight, not relying on anyone to do it for him. They hummed in understanding, before offering a small solution, “I could try and make a tea for you. I’m sure I have something that causes sleepiness.” 

Chilchuck turned his head towards Y/n, “there’s no need for you to do that. I’ll manage.” 

Y/n tried to counter his statement, but they’ve both finished the dishes and Laios called them over to draw straws for night watch. Chilchuck dismissed himself, walking right over towards Laios and the rest of the forming group. 

Y/n watched in defeat before following behind. The group all grabbed their stick before pulling them. Each stick had a number, which decided the order. 

Y/n had gotten first watch. Followed by Marcille, Senshi, Laios, and Chilchuck. They watched as the tired man’s shoulders slumped in relief. The rest of the group began to set up for the night, with Y/n getting comfortable for watch. 

Marcille set up to their right, while Chilchuck claimed their left. Senshi and Laios closed the small gap, and a light fire was set in the middle for warmth. It didn’t take long for most of the party to fall asleep. The elven woman made sure that Y/n knew she was next.

With amusement, the (race) lightly patted her head and wished her a goodnight, disspelling her worries about making sure they followed the order of the lots. 

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An hour passed when Y/n began to hear the ruffling of covers next to them. They glanced over to see Chilchuck slightly tossing and turning within his bedroll. Trying to get comfortable again.

Y/n watched as he rolled over a few more times, before setting their journal down. They had a feeling they should’ve made the drink anyway. Slightly moving closer, Y/n would see the frowned brows of the locksmith. They lightly pressed onto his pillow to see if a nightmare had crawled in during the watch, but it was completely soft. 

The (hair color) quietly huffed to themselves, but an idea struck.

This wasn’t the first time Y/n’s dealt with a sleepless night, especially when it was someone else. Before, when Marcille had become restless, Y/n would lightly run their fingers through her hair, lightly scratching her scalp in the process. 

The elf would always fall asleep immediately, almost like Y/n had pushed the insomnia away with their touch. 

Hesitantly, Y/n reached out to Chilchuck’s hair, they knew he wasn’t the most open to physical touch and the last thing Y/n wanted was to make him uncomfortable. Before their hand connected, the (race) whispered lightly, trying to not disturbed the others, “I’m sorry if I make you uncomfortable by doing this.” 

Even though Chilchuck tried to grasp onto the little remnants of sleep, his senses began to wake slowly. His hearing always being the first one. He had heard the ruffling next to him, knowing that Y/n was most likely still on watch, then it went quite their steady breathing being the only thing he could hear. 

Then, their apology. He was confused about what they meant, but the feeling of fingers pushing back his hair and nails lightly scratching his scalp had answered him loud and clear. 

Y/n’s touch was soft and delicate. They made sure not to press too hard or scratch too deep, making it soothing enough that it was like a massage. Chilchuck had half a mind to push them away, but his forced closed eyes became heavy. His body was relaxing, and his mind was calming down. He sagged deeper into his bedroll, having to actually fight the sleep to continue feeling the heavenly sensation.

With the last of his consciousness, Chilchuck murmured out his thanks before falling asleep deeply. 

Y/n watched as his furrowed brows softened and his breathing evened out. They heard a light murmur of words, “feels nice.” 

Y/n continued to scratch his scalp, wanting to make sure he’d be in a deeper sleep before they removed their hand. Their movement almost hypnotizing, making sleep pull at their own mind, coaxing them into its warm grasp. Blinking the sleep away, Y/n slowed their movements until they came to a full stop. They then pulled their hand away, seeing as Chilchuck’s breathing became deep and constant. 

The (race) shifted back towards their own bedroll, they were going to continue with their journal, listing down all the findings within the dungeon. But an imaginary pull had coaxed them into moving their bedroll closer towards the half-foot. It took little back and forth between themselves, before lightly pulling it over. 

It didn’t make a drastic change, it was just enough that if Chilchuck needed another round of coaxing, they were close enough to reach over. With a small satisfied smile, Y/n continued working, happy that they were able to assist with Chilchuck's dilemma after all. 

Bonus: 

After the switch over, it took Marcille a little over an hour before she noticed the two of them. She thought Y/n’s bedroll was a little farther than when she fell asleep, but now it made more sense. 

Once her eyes had cleared enough and her mind was fully awake, she saw how Y/n’s hand was perched within Chilchuck’s hair, and how his own hand was laying within the crook of their elbow, almost like he was trying to keep them from pulling away. If she looked closer, Marcille could see the look of content within Chilchuck’s features, almost like a missing piece was put into place just perfectly.

It took everything within her to not squeal in delight. From the beginning, Marcille believed that Y/n and Chilchuck would be a perfect match. Maybe it was all her romance novels, but his grumpy nature and their soft personality had her swooning with the idea. 

Marcille watched on, only thinking one thing, ‘I wish I could draw.’

[lady-adaneth]

Sleepless Nights ⋆.˚ ⭒₊ .

For those out there struggling to sleep, I present to you...

Synopsis:

An elf from Rivendell, you eagerly joined the fellowship. However, many harrowing months into your journey, you constantly find yourself struggling to sleep.

Maybe a confession and a certain blond elf can help soothe your insomnia...

Legolas x gender-neutral elf!reader

No use of y/n

Prequel to Romantic Inclinations, but can also be read as a one-shot

Want to feel truly immersed? Listen while you read Encampment | Forest Sounds 

Content Warnings:

Spice scale: it’s spicy…but like it could also be spicier

Intimate physical touch + allusions to more

Word Count:

1.5k words

Translation Dictionary:

Meleth Nín = My Love

Mellon Nín = My friend

Aman = Blessed Land

⋆.˚ ☾ .⭒˚⋆.˚ ☾ .⭒˚⋆.˚ ☾ .⭒˚⋆.˚ ☾ .⭒˚

On tumultuous nights in which Legolas would undertake watch, the Fellowship and seemingly the entire forest would fall into a deep, weary slumber. Despite dozing constantly during your trek across the foothills, much to Gimli's envy, when day finally welcomed the night your worries continued plaguing your mind. You had laid staring up at the stars, knowing exactly which ones would lead you home to Rivendell. Despite the stick digging into your shoulders, it wasn't the thought of a snug bed and safe fire that tempted you, but rather those that you'd left behind. Before you joined the fellowship, there had been whispers of exodus. In the moment you had been hungry for adventure, ignoring the signs, but what if you'd made a mistake? You couldn't help but picture your kin sailing to the Grey Havens, escaping the torment that kept you from a good night's rest.

"Having trouble?" a kindly voice whispered. You briskly shot up, turning towards the source.

He sat back to a tree, vigilantly carving away at a piece of wood with his dagger. Despite your weapons lying comfortably around you; daggers by your ankle and spear by your side, Legolas's bow and quiver remained strapped to his back.

"Well that can't be comfortable," you teased, imagining the feel of a bow poking into your back. Suddenly you felt better about the stick.

"I could say the same thing about your arrangement," his head pointed towards your spot on the floor, eyes transfixed on his work.

"Hm, touché," you smirked, a pleasant silence falling between you.

The woods were immensely calm; the stridulation of insects a harmonious melody drowned out by a singular frog and its stark croak. The tranquility reflected in your companions, whose soft huffs of air you could hear below the crackling of the firewood. Maybe it was your expansive hearing that kept you from a restful sleep. You suddenly couldn't help but envy your newfound friends. Your thoughts were interrupted by the carving of wood as Legolas began to struggle with a corner, sawing forcefully at the bark.

"And what, exactly, are you making at this ungodly hour?" You stared at him with the corner of your eye, feigning annoyance.

"Wouldn't you like to know," the sawing continued.

"Mhm, what an astute observation" you mocked, standing and taking your place next to him, letting your head rest against the tree's homely bark.

After only a few weeks spent together you and Legolas had become settled in each other's presence. Through all of your teasing, you found it incredibly difficult to find anything about him to dislike. This unnerved you in a way, that is, how effortlessly you felt yourself falling for the princeling.

The silence returned once more, but the sawing had halted. You turned your head, finding Legolas already staring at you. His eyes were fawn-like and the tips of his ears began turning pink. Despite his curious embarrassment at being caught, he didn't shy away.

"What's on your mind?" you can feel your cheeks blossoming as the question leaves your mouth, your effort to prevent the blush only making it worse.

"How about you tell me what's keeping you from a good-night's rest," his eyes shone with genuine concern as he returned to his work. You felt the tension loosening, your playful demeanor returning once more.

"And what do I get for revealing such a thing, Prince?" You crossed your arms as if it could shield your fluttering heart.

"Whatever you want," the string was being pulled tighter once more.

You tried to keep your composure, confused as to how he was flustering you so.

"How about...you tell me what you're carving and why?" His eyes seemed to widen nervously at your proposal, only adding to your curiosity.

"Hmph, deal," he reached out his hand, and you leisurely reached your hand out. His handshake was gentle and his palms sweaty.

"But earnestly, mellon nín, what is plaguing you?" he said softer than before, suddenly aware of the others sleeping around the fire.

A sigh escaped your chest before you even registered it. You never told anyone about your troubles, and yet somehow it felt natural with Legolas. You weren't sure how much to say.

"I just...haven't found my sleep to be restful. Not since we left-," you swallowed hard.

You glanced at him as you attempted to compose yourself, expecting him to encourage you with his words. But he sat silently, knowing present in the depth of his stare.

He silently nodded, urging you to continue speaking.

You continued.

"When we first left, I had no hesitancy. And yet, as we continue, both our struggles here and those at home...trouble me," a breath enters your lungs. "I anticipated that this journey would be difficult, yes, but not impossible. The latter grows more apparent every day," you worried as to his response, and suddenly you found the ground to be rather intriguing. You began sifting the dirt through your fingers, soothing yourself as your cheeks turned red in shame. It was unlike you, let alone any elf, to be so vulnerable with another.

Suddenly, you felt a hand on your shoulder; urging you to look up. Legolas's face came into view, eyes soft and glowing with firelight.

"I'm glad I am not the only one who feels this uncertainty," he smirked, though his eyes appeared more sorrowful than anything. You breathed a sigh of relief, shoulders relaxing all at once.

"We're not meant to lose hope at the prospect of another day not appearing before us-" He halted himself.

"-But, if it's any consolation, I'm glad my last day would be spent amongst all of these wonderful individuals," you chuckled at his words, fighting back a tear. "And if I could visit Aman with anyone...," he paused, seeming to collect his thoughts.

"...I would want it to be with you," his eyes lingered on your face, his demeanor more nervous than you had ever witnessed.

He searched your face for any sign. Disdain, perhaps? Or maybe acceptance.

Your breathing hitched as his eyes dipped down to your lips. Your arms could no longer muffle the sound of your hammering heart.

You were suddenly made aware of the hand on your shoulder, the way Legolas's hair seemed to burn more so than glow, the way his eyes sparkled with moonlight as they looked at you with the reverence of a thousand worshippers.

"Seems we have the same wish," you said quietly. Your words lingered as neither of you moved. Legolas sat motionless, not wanting to back away...or overstep.

You noticed.

Raising your hand to his cheek, you steadily moved your face closer to his. Your lips lingered over his for a second, before you moved back slightly; glimpsing into his eyes, searching for permission, before returning fluidly to his lips.

His lips encompassed your bottom lip gently, before pulling back to look at you. Your heart fluttered as he peered at you with an indescribable sense of wonder; impressing a sense of fey upon him. A smirk appeared on his face as he leaned back into your chest, his lips smashing against yours.

You could feel the string in your heart snap, all semblance of control leaving your body.

His arms wound around the back of your neck, and without a thought you moved your legs around his waist; straddling him as his back was pressed against the tree.

A small grunt escaped his lips as your hips gently made contact with his, the angles of his face sharp beneath your calloused fingertips. He gently pried your hands from his face as his lips trailed down your cheek,

then your jawline-

and then to your barely exposed neck.

You let out an audible gasp as his teeth gently bit into your skin, your hands finding their place in his hair. Legolas began shifting his hips, a pleasurable moan escaping your lips.

"SHHH," the sound emanated from the campfire.

His face leapt away from your neck, searching for the source.

Your hand covered your mouth as you fought back a roaring bout of laughter. Legolas's face was blooming as he held his breath.

Had they heard you? If Gimli had spotted the two of you neither of you would hear the end of it.

You both waited for a moment, searching for any sign of movement amongst your supposedly slumbering friends.

You couldn't believe what just happened. Next time, you resolved to find a more private location.

You let out a sigh, slumping into his chest; arms wounding around his neck as his arms found their way around your waist.

"So...who taught you that," you whispered, giggling to yourself at the thought of his lips on your neck...the claim his teeth had made on your skin.

"A certain, close source, that I shall not divulge," his hot breath lingered on your ear, his voice coarse.

"Hm, Aragorn is some mentor”

"I hope you don't mind, meleth nín,"

"Not in the slightest-" you pulled back slightly, forehead resting against his.

"-I shall wear it like a badge of honor," you kissed him on the forehead.

A certain twinkle shone in Legolas's eyes as he leaned in to kiss the bite mark with enough gentleness to make you cry yet again.

"I think we may awaken the entire forest if we continue," a blush formed on your cheeks.

"Let's get some rest then," he smiled, his cheeks painted crimson at the thought.

You stood slightly, unwinding your legs from his hips. You slid to the floor, resting your head on his now outstretched legs. Without a word, he grabbed the blanket from his side, placing it around your drowsy form.

Legolas began to hum an unfamiliar tune, fingers making lazy strokes across your face. All you could hear was his steady heartbeat and voice, drowning out all else.

Your heart swelled with warmth as you fell asleep in Legolas's arms for the first time.

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If you have any criticisms or requests please send them my way! Have a restful day/evening <3

[king-dumbasz]

Hi🫶🏻🫶🏻 could u do a mammon oneshot that takes place after fizz quits.(pretending the twins don’t exist) Like the reader is like the new face of his brand. Ppl start shipping the reader and him online, so he goes along with it for clout and money. But they both eventually end up catching feelings. ( ik it’s rlly specific but I keep thinking about it) also I like ur writing 💜

The internet is a magical place💚

I immediately liked the request and had an idea in mind. It's not something too difficult so my mind was happy Lmao

TW:why do I even put it in if there's never anything to worry about except for swear words, but c'mon, it's Helluva Boss

Mammon x GN! Reader

The news were full of what happened at the last clown pageant. Everything was about Fizzarolli and his relationship with Asmodeus and how Mammon was ridiculed...

Mammon was FURIOUS

He needed a new face, a new someone to put everywhere and make money. He did everything until he finally found it... He found you.

You were perfect! You were funny, good looking and great for the audience! The perfect clown to replace Fizzarolli!

Mammon immediately made plushies, cereal, service bots (you choose what kind of service), hell, even a body pillow of ya!

Phone cases... Halloween costumes for kids... Lamps... Everything!

You became a star!

But like every star, you were a victim of the internet effect of the rule too

For some unknown reason, people shipped you and Mammon

No one knew why, but when you opened your phone, on Envybrl (Tumblr), on Sintter (Twitter or X), there were fanart of you and Mammon

All kind of Fanart! (I know I don't do NSFW, but when I say any kind, I mean any kind)

Mammon saw it too, a lot of it too

"What is that? Wh- why are we hugging in this one?"

He says, pointing at his phone, looking at a fanart of him and you cuddling

"i don't know, sir... The internet scares me"

"Ye..."

Mammon didn't understand why. When Fizzarolli was there no one made these things, but with you it was different

The more Mammon watched, the more he realized how beautiful you looked, and how he liked these fanarts

Mammon started to like every post and imagine these things were true...

Every day, you find a new gift at your door from an unknown person, even if it wasn't that unknown because the wrapping was green black and yellow

One day though, Mammon decides to Rizz you up, because obviously he won't do it normally

"Sir, you wanted me here?"

You said after being called in his office, only to find Mammon in his special valentine outfit (It's just the old one but pink and with hearts)

"Hey, Are you a Wi-Fi signal? Because I’m feeling a strong connection"

That was horrible, adorable, but horrible

"Sir... What?"

"oh, shit uh... Well, I'm out of lines"

"What is happening?"

"Well, I never thought that would've happened, since you're a lower class and shit- but, I found myself liking these fan arts mentally unstable people post of us.."

"Oh!"

You were stunned. Mammon. THE Mammon... Likes you?"

"Well... If I'm gonna be honest... I also found myself liking some of those posts..."

Mammon didn't realise at first and looks at you confused (Idiot)

"I like you too"

Just after you tell him he realises. Mammon smiles widely and hugs you with his four arms, so tightly you couldn't breath

"oh, you're a bloody legend, Y/N!"

"Eh... The internet is really a magical place..."

[n0rmal-cat]

Farmer x reader-Boyfriend material

[sorry if I misspelled anything this was fast :,) ]

The farmer and reader sit at the dinner table together late in the evening. Reader picks at the food on their plate.

“So, I gotta ask, what are you?” They finally broke the silence, lifting their gaze to meet his.

“I’m a farmer,” he replied calmly.

“Ok haha very, but I’m kinda more talking about the black goo, so what are you made of?”

He looked in thought, “boyfriend material?” He raised an eyebrow as if asking if that was the right answer.

“Ok…walked right into that one,” they crossed their arms.

“Why do you care so much about something like that?” his eyes became wavery.

“It’s not that I really care, but it would be nice to know,” they replied.

“Human, that’s what I am,” he said, tilting his head slightly, his demeanour shifting.

“Come on, we both know that’s not true,” the reader continued with a playful smirk.

Farm stood up straight from his seat, He clenched his fists, casting a stern glare upon the reader. “Why? Why can’t I be human? What’s the difference between you and me?” reader had never seen him this mad before, yes he's gotten upset but never angry.

“H-huh?” they stuttered, taken aback by the outburst.

“If I’m not human, then what am I? I walk and talk the same way you do. If you know any better, then why don’t you tell me?” A few more of his eyes started to open in anger.

“I’m sorry, August. I didn’t know that bothered you so much. I won’t bring it up again, I swear…”

He exhaled deeply, his posture easing as he slumped his shoulders down. running a hand down he closed his extra eyes. “It’s fine, I’m fine” he muttered, the tension in his voice slowly dissipating.

Reader stood up and gently took his hand in theirs “You’re right it was strange of me to even bring it up. If you say you’re human, then that’s what you are.”

He grabs their hand and puts it to their cheek, “Do you see me as a monster? Truthfully, is that why you asked?”

“No..at least not in that way, I mean you do kinda eat people,” he looked down sadly, “but I mean hey, when has murder stopped a human?” they said nervously.

"It doesn't matter what you are, you're still hot." They pause. "That's not the only reason! Y-you're also nice and stuff"

He stares down at them and shakes his head,

He fully wrapped his arms around them and hugged them close to his chest. “I’m glad I chose to keep you, you're such a perfect little thing.”

"What? Oh ah yeah sure,” they pat his back.

[byte-your-tongue]

Dungeon Meshi Characters x Sick Reader

(Platonic, Gn Reader)

AN: Was written with platonic intentions but ig any of them could be read as romantic???? I'm so sick i'm dying which is why i wrote this. That and i wanna get back to writing headcanons when i have the time

Laios:

Will try to get you to eat all sorts of monster parts that are said to give good health. He's trying to help, but some of the stuff he feeds you is questionable....

He will try to perform small healing spells on you if you are in pain.

He would probably ask the rest of the party how to help you and you will end up with a ton of stuff done to you as Laios takes all of their varying advice.

If you snap and tell him to just let you rest he will feel slightly bad for bothering you, but you know he didn't mean any harm by it.

If you want him to keep you company he will info dump about monsters for hours. Don't worry about falling asleep while he's talking, he's just glad you are getting some rest.

"Ahhh... i think they fell asleep. I'll just tell them about this monster when they are feeling better!" He smiles and whispers to himself when he hears your breathing change.

Chilchuck:

Will do all the traditional stuff to help you, but probably isn't well versed in actual medicine.

What he does to help is more like the natural remedies/old wive's tales your mom would give to you. Not all of them are backed by science but he swears they will help and he seems so confident so what choice do you have but to trust him?

If you're nauseous or have a fever he will sit by your side with a cold wet rag and run it over your face.

Will brew you tea and swear it will fix everything (my mom did this w yerba buena tea lol)

Will load you up with citrus fruits if you have a cold.

Is the type of person to tell you to gargle warm salt water if you have a sore throat

He will scold you for getting sick, telling you to take better care of yourself. He will say mean stuff but he's also tenderly staying by your side and caring for you... so like.. do with that what you will.

"Ugh it's such a pain taking care of you, you better not get me sick!" He complains, but he's still by your bedside attending to your every need.

Senshi:

Will cook for you. Expect a LOT of soup while you are sick.

He plans out your meals to have lots of vitamins and nutrients to help you recover faster.

He will sit by your bed and stay with you in silence.

If you want him to talk to you he might tell you stories about his time in the dungeon and all the things he's learned and the people he's met.

He is keeping you SO hydrated you will be forced to drink water constantly.

"If ya don't eat well, yer body won't have what it needs to recover. So take care of yerself and make sure ya eat up!" He says while presenting you with your 3rd bowl of soup today.

Izutsumi:

She does NOT know how to care for a sick person. But she's trying..??

Will cuddle up with you and purr. It gives comfort if nothing else.

She might also lick your hair or otherwise groom you.

If you express concern about her getting sick from being around you she will brush it off saying that as a beastman her immune system is probably better than yours.

Doesn't know how to help you but she's worried about you.

She probably tries to tell you some superstition about sickness she learned from Shuro's party that she believes is totally real.

Might drag Chilchuck or Senshi over to you to take care of you.

Don't expect her to fetch you most of what you need, she will probably sleep more than you do while sick. You can try to wake her up and tell her to get something but she will grumble about it.

"huuh..? You want me to get you food? Why don't you just ask Senshi?" She says while yawning and curling back up in your bed.

Marcille:

Tries her best to look through books she's read to find anything that can help.

She panics quickly and worries the worst will happen even if you are only slightly sick.

Might try to get Falin to help take care of you if she's around.

She probably is more worried about your health then even you are.

She gets overwhelmed and tries a lot of things to fix you but it probably takes Senshi or Falin to remind her that you just need to rest and will get better with time.

She gets very anxious and will stay by you the whole time you are sick. She probably ends up getting sick after you do and you get to take care of a whiny Marcille. (It's ok she's sort of cute while sick)

"*sniffle*, You have to take care of me now cuz you're the reason i got sick!" She whines while curled up in her bed with a disheveled appearance.

Falin:

Will perform healing magic on you if you are in any pain, she will do what she can to sooth your discomfort.

Might cast a spell to put you to sleep if you need the rest.

She's very chill about it and will sit with you and keep you company. She will joke and talk with you while you are in bed.

If you fall asleep she will read or quietly slip out of the room.

You might think she's one of the more level headed ones here and that she wouldn't do anything weird to you. You would be wrong. She is 100% doing some weird thing that's from the village where her and Laios grew up. She's convinced this is good for you even if it's super weird.

She will read stories to you if you get bored. Or she might even come up with stories on the spot to keep you entertained.

"C'mon! Eating raw onions is said to help bring your sense of taste back and help your nose stop being congested!" She says smiling sweetly, meanwhile you're pretty sure she is trying to poison you.

[totorolaughs]

GENDER-BEND! MAKIMA HEAD-CANONS

implied grooming, gn w amab reader in mind, creepy! makima, dead dove (?), reader gets called 'pup/puppy', no beta read , mentions of forced feminization, yandere makima (?) , slight obsessive/possessive makima (?), cliff hanger(?), male! makima, gender-bend makima, he/him from makima, no pronouns for reader!

male! makima who you saw when you were with your mom walking your dog at night, his yellow eyes with their red rings within them made you feel uneasy.. male! makima who has been keeping his eyes on you ever since you both locked eyes, something about you that made him want to keep you as a pet perhaps? male! makima, who finally meets you on your way back from school. you both bumped into each-other since you weren't paying attention as you were in your own little world, “apologizes” he spoke with a soft smile. ‘he's pretty..’  you think to yourself but quickly notice his eyes, it's the same man you saw when you young, “sorry..” you mumble as you look down at your feet and quickly walk away. male! makima who watches you through your bedroom window with his creepy eyes as you complain to your parents you can't sleep since you feel paranoid of someone watching you as you sleep. male! makima who watches you grow up as time goes on, and tries to find ways to get closer to you as time goes on. male! makima gets impatient, while you're out at school one day makima slaughters both of your parents and makes it look like a devil had slaughtered them. male! makima who's overjoyed when he hears the news that you’ll be joining and becoming a devil hunter. male! makima who slowly turns into a weird type of father figure for you since he always takes care of you after your long days of patrolling.

male! makima treats you better than anyone else in the division, and you're his favorite puppy. male! makima who gets you to trust him, and finally has you in his grasp to toy with your mind. male! makima who gets oddly touchy when you both are alone in his office, he’ll ask you to sit under his desk and pets you like a dog as he does paperwork saying it helps concentrate, makima who will place you on his lap and lap warm him like a puppy. male! makima, who becomes creepier and instead of doing paperwork goes out and sees you in action killing devils, down said it causes him to get hot and bothered seeing you covered in blood and gore! male! makima doesn't trust anyone else to keep eyes on you so he does it himself after sitting at his desk pumping his cock at the thought of you. male! makima hates whenever you try to avoid him thinking he wouldn't notice his pup trying to get away from his grasp. male! makima buys you cute dresses and makes you try them on whenever you misbehave. he'll force you to wear them to fight devils, he doesn't care if you feel embarrassed, it's what you deserve.

male! makima gets overhears you have been having a secret relationship with one of the members of the division, he isnt so happy to hear that, you're his puppy and if he has to keep you on a leash he will, but first he'll have to deal with a pest.

[themissinghand]

Genshin Impact Birds of a Feather, We Stick Together

Summary: In which you are the older sister of the Al-Twins, Alhaitham and Althar.

Or, your parents left you and your younger twin brothers to fend for yourselves, but that’s okay, you have each other. 

Pairing: None! Platonic siblinghood

Note: Saw a fanart of Alhaitham and red Alhaitham…so here we are. Can I just say red Alhatiham is very very hot? Hence Althar = Red Alhaitham with the opposite personality of our stoic scribe and Alhaitham is just the green scribe we know and love.

Also, these are snippets!

Warning: Platonic yandere-ish in some parts. Abandonment, child neglect and just parents not being good parents.

★・・・・・・★

You were thirteen when your parents disappeared quickly, quietly, and irreversibly.

No one explained why. 

No warning. 

Just a postcard with their next travel location, a half-empty apartment with bare necessities, and two confused five-year-old boys looking at you with eyes too wide, too trusting.

From that moment on, you stopped being a child.

You dropped school. Lost friends. Set aside your own dreams. 

All for the sake of the two boys who still waited by the door each evening, hoping their parents might return.

They never did.

But you always did.

Alhaitham and Althar, your twin little adorable angels. 

You’ll do anything for them. 

(You were 14 years old then, but it no longer mattered)

1. Let them be children

You remember the weight of their arms, the way they’d race toward you like you were the sun and they’d been stuck in shadow all day.

“Come here, you two,” you’d sigh with a tired smile, dropping your bags at the door as little arms wrapped tight around your waist.

Alhaitham never said much, he never needed to. He'd just lean in, face buried against your shoulder, silent as stone but warm like coals. 

Althar, though? He was a chatterbox from the start.

“There was this bird that got stuck in the window at school,” he'd babble into your neck. “And I helped it, and then Haitham told me not to touch it but I did anyway—”

And you? You just held them, burying your face into their hair, exhaustion melting in the comfort of their small, trusting presence.

2. Let them sleep peacefully

It was late. You’d just gotten off your second shift, and the apartment was finally quiet.

You peeked into their room.

“Bedtime,” you murmured.

Alhaitham didn’t even glance up from his book, but you saw the way his thumb paused mid-page. He’d heard you.

Althar rolled onto his back, your old phone falling onto his chest. 

“You know we’re not kids anymore, right?”

You huffed, walking over to smooth down his ridiculous mop of red-streaked hair. 

”You’re seven.”

You tucked them in, fluffing their blankets, brushing hair from their faces.

“Goodnight, you two.”

Alhaitham gave a soft, “Mn,” barely audible.

Althar yawned. 

“Good night sister!” 

You kissed their foreheads. 

Still your boys. 

Always.

What you didn’t know, was when you turned off the lights, the boys would sneakily open the door, and through the cracks, they would see you doing chores, and doing bills.

The twins made an oath then, to make sure that when they grow up, no one can hurt you again.

Even if your parents came back begging.

3. Let them see hope 

You were sitting at the chipped kitchen table, the one you found off a curb three years ago, staring at bills that seemed to multiply like fungus. Your tea has gone cold.

“Two down. One to go,” you muttered, not even noticing the footsteps.

Althar dropped his backpack and came to lean over your chair, resting his chin lightly on your head.

“Sister. You’ve been at this since morning, huh?”

You hummed, leaning back slightly into the comfort.

“Someone’s gotta pay for your endless snack runs.”

He gave your shoulders a soft squeeze, but didn’t joke back.

Alhaitham stood by the doorway, arms crossed, his expression unreadable. 

“You shouldn’t be working three jobs.”

“Don't worry about it. As long as it pays bills, a roof over our head and food in the fridge,” you replied, with forced levity.

Althar frowned.

“Not forever. Once we’re older… we’ll take over. You’ve done more than enough.”

You laugh and ruffled their hairs, getting a pouty face from Althar.

“Until then, make sure you do well in school. But let me know if you have any troubles.” 

The twins looked at each other, and then back to you and nodded.

You can only hope that they at least have a stable future. 

They were in middle school now and from what you’ve heard from the teachers? Nothing but praises.

Alhaitham being the top of his class and Althar can compete competitively in school sports. 

You have never been more proud. 

More of a reason for you to keep working and making sure that you three stay afloat. 

4. Let them grow up without any worries 

As they grew into high schoolers, the hugs faded.

Alhaitham stopped reaching for you. Althar replaced embraces with casual jostling and shoulder nudges.

You understood, even if it stung a little.

Then one night, after a brutal sixteen-hour day, you came home and leaned against the counter.

You didn’t even hear him until his arms wrapped around you from behind.

“Take a break already,” Althar whispered, his breath tickling your ear. 

Before you could respond, you felt another weight, a second presence. Alhaitham, standing in front of you, carefully pulling you into his arms.

You felt like a cocoon in their hug.

Even so, you didn’t say anything. Just be. 

“We’ll take care of dinner.” Alhaitham said and then Althar rolled his eyes.

“Fine, I’ll do the dishes.” You chuckle as Althar throws jabs at his twin, but honestly? You’re happy that most of the chores are being done by the twins now.

Alhaitham can cook, but Althar? Althar can’t be trusted near any fire. 

You watched them bicker with a tired smile. You just noticed but...they're getting really tall, and you know they're gonna be way taller than you one day.

You can't wait for that day to come. Maybe then, you can finally relax.

5. Let you breathe

It doesn’t happen often.

But sometimes, on the worst days, when your hands trembled from fatigue and your eyes burned from sleeplessness, you’d feel arms around you.

No words.

Just Alhaitham, anchoring you in his silence.

Then Althar, sliding in on the other side with a warm, grounding presence.

“It’s okay,” Althar would whisper. “We’ve got you now.”

And maybe they did.

They both got part-jobs, and can pitch in money to pay off bills. But you always advise them to save up for university instead, since you can still pay the bills. 

They begrudgingly agree, though, they did buy things that you may have eyed for a bit too long, but couldn’t bring up the courage to buy. 

Those shoes you put back after trying them out, the jacket you always wanted, and the chocolates you always liked.

When you tell them it was unnecessary? 

“You buy things for us. So it’s our turn now.” 

When you saw the twins nod proudly, you knew you couldn’t tell them otherwise. 

“Thank you.” 

You silently wiped a tear away.

6. Let them protect you

It was a Tuesday.

A coworker had been getting bold, comments, lingering touches, that oily grin.

You’d planned to brush it off again. You always did.

Until a shadow fell over the conversation. You looked up and froze.

Alhaitham. Calm. Cold. Dangerous.

“Is there a problem?” he asked, voice low and even. But his eyes? Razor-sharp.

The man faltered, clearly unnerved. Before he could excuse himself, Althar appeared on the other side, smile gone.

“She’s not your business,” Althar said, hand resting lightly on the man’s shoulder. 

The guy left. Fast.

You stood there, stunned.

When did they grow up so fast?

They weren’t boys anymore.

They were men, and they were your brothers. 

You laugh, much to their annoyance. 

“Aw, are you two of my bodyguards now?” 

“Sis! Why didn’t you tell us you had ugly guys after you!” 

You flicked Althar’s forehead while Alhaitham kept looking around as if looking out for the team. 

“Thank you.” 

They hmphed and then stayed by your side the entire time.

Your colleague would later say, your twin brothers were like your guard dogs, and you would laugh, because you knew it was true. 

7. Please stay dear sister!

It started with an innocent suggestion.

"You’ve raised them for so long," your best friend said over coffee during a break. 

"But maybe it’s time you started thinking about yourself. They’re grown men now."

That thought lingered.

Alhaitham and Althar had just graduated university, landed good jobs, and were finally stable. For the first time in over a decade, the future looked different. 

You’d spent your youth keeping your little brothers alive and happy, giving up your education, working yourself into exhaustion, making sure they never felt abandoned again.

Maybe it was time for something of your own.

That night over dinner, you tried to sound casual.

"Now that you both are doing well," you said, picking at your food,

"I’ve been thinking we could maybe live separately. I mean, you’re adults. And I think I want to try living on my own for once."

Silence.

Alhaitham’s fork paused mid-air. Althar, more reactive, snapped his gaze to yours.

"Why?" Althar asked, too quickly. "We’re fine as we are. If you need more space, we can just buy a bigger place."

You blinked. Well, you three did just that and actually managed to afford and move in to a new house. But still, living together.

"There’s no reason to make a drastic change," Alhaitham added. His tone was level, but his voice had that firm edge you rarely heard unless he was serious. 

"You’ve spent your whole life taking care of us. Let us take care of you now."

Your heart squeezed, but you pushed on.

"It’s not about money. Or space. I just... I’ve never done anything for myself before. I want to try this."

Althar’s smile vanished entirely. Alhaitham’s eyes sharpened, steel behind calm. 

"I think we’re fine just the way we are.” Althar nodded furiously. 

“Please~ We can’t live without you!” 

When the twins used their puppy eyes on you, even when their adults, you could only sigh. 

Fine, maybe you're overthinking it, besides, you did like leaving with the twins as they help with chores.

Besides, rent is expensive these days...

You tried to pretend everything was fine. Routine held the household together, at least outwardly. But the shift was there.

They were always around now. One of them, sometimes both, hovering.

Althar’s arm would wrap around your shoulder while you worked, head leaning against yours. 

"You’ve been at it too long. Come relax."

Alhaitham would slide a cup of calming tea onto your desk without a word, a book you once mentioned tucked under it.

The hugs grew more frequent. Tighter. Lingering.

Gifts began to show up. Althar's were flashy and fun: perfume, trinkets, brightly wrapped boxes with "just because" notes. Alhaitham’s were quieter, thoughtful things. A pen engraved with your initials. A silk bookmark.

They competed, in a quiet, implicit way.

Games. Meals. Philosophical debates. Alhaitham cooking with you, Althar pulling you out for a movie.

It wasn’t subtle. They were trying to sway you. To remind you how much they adored you. To make you second guess.

And gods, it was working.

Fine.

Your best friend says you're too soft, but if you ever wanted to go over to her place, she's always open.

You're estatic of course, and your twins? They also were pretty happy with the arrangement, even making sure that when you planned to return home after Girl's Night, that the house was nice and clean.

This...was nice.

8. Stay Away from our Dear Sister!

Then, you received a call out of nowhere.

The number was unfamiliar.

"Hello?"

"Oh my god, is it really you, my daughter?” 

You knew that voice. You hadn’t heard it in over ten years, but your body remembered.

"Yes," you said, slowly.

"What do you want?"

Your mother hesitated. 

"We’ve... heard how well you and the boys are doing and we’re proud of you."

Your stomach turned.

"Why now?"

"We... just wanted to see you again.”

You paused, questions popping into your head. Shutting your eyes and taking a deep breath, you answered.

"Fine," you said, barely recognizing your voice. "Let’s meet."

Then you hung up forcefully, feeling tears threatening to spill.

No. Stay strong. Everything is going to be fine.

Now you just have to convince your twins.

"They need money," Alhaitham said flatly, arms crossed.

"Why else would they call now after so many years?"

Althar slammed his fist against the table. 

"Seriously? Now they show up?"

"I want to meet them," you said. "Not for them, for me. Just once. Then we can be done."

Alhaitham’s gaze pierced into yours. After a long silence, he nodded. 

"One meeting." Althar grumbled. 

"I’m not promising to be nice."

"I’m not asking you to be," you replied. 

"Just be there."

The twins looked at each other before nodding, and instantly, Althar wrapped an arm around your shoulder. 

“Let’s get a wardrobe change!” Suddenly, the boys took you out, and all three of you got some fancy new outfits. 

According to Althar, “we can’t look shabby, can we?” 

“Not in front of them.” Alhaitham responded coldly, before paying for the whole thing with a card swipe. 

You let them be, besides, they look good, as usual. 

When you three posed in front of a mirror, you grinned.

Whatever happens, you know you three can push through it. Together.

The restaurant was too nice. Gilded edges, velvet chairs. A stage.

Your parents were already there, dressed like they’d stepped out of a photoshoot.

"My children!" your mother said, rising with a rehearsed smile, but you saw the initial surprise on her face when she saw the branded outfits.

"It’s so good to see you."

Althar didn’t smile, in fact he said almost sarcastically. Alhaitham gave a nod. You forced one.

The conversation was awkward. Polite small talk masking the tension. Your parents tried to play the role of a long-lost family. They cooed over how tall the twins had gotten, how proud they were.

Then your father finally brought it up.

"So...we’ve hit some hard times. I heard you three are all successful, so if you can just give something small to help us get back on our feet. We really appreciate it."

Silence.

“How much?” Alhaitham crossed his arms, and your father returned a gentle smile. 

“10 thousand dollars.”

Alhaitham looked at you. Althar scowled, and you’re fake smile completely vanished. 

"So you did come for money," Althar said, voice sharp.

Your mother fidgeted. 

"We’ve made mistakes. But we’re still your family."

"No," Alhaitham said quietly. "She is our family."

You breathed out. 

"This was a mistake."

You stood. So did your brothers. 

"Wait! You can't just abandon us!"

How dare they-

"Ha! You abandoned us first!" Althar screamed back.

"What, now we have some money, and you crawl back like some leech?"

"Althar! You can't speak to your parents-"

"Enough." Alhaitham yelled, making everyone stop and look at him.

"Don't embarrass yourself any more." Your parents shuddered when Alhaitham gave them a death glare.

"This will be our last meeting, don't look for us again or we will call the police."

Your parents tried to get you to stay, but you stormed out with your twins behind you.

You didn’t look back.

Later that night, Althar wrapped an arm around your shoulders while Alhaitham passed you a cup of tea. All three of you sat on the couch, processing the dinner and them.

"You did what you had to," Alhaitham said simply.

"They don’t deserve you," Althar muttered.

You leaned into both of them, heart aching but lightened.

“You two deserve better.” Alhaitham and Althar just hugged you and you hugged back.

This is home. 

[nothomegal]

Can you draw some RZ Michael Myers. Maybe like doing his hair. Since Michael is a lot taller than the person doing his hair so maybe Michael is like on his knees or something as they were doing their hair. Sorry if thats confusing. You don't have to do this but if you do thank you!

Sure I can Anon! And (Y/N) managed to find a way to make it work.

Mikey may look angry as shit, but he's totally okay with it. In fact, he starts to feel very ✨bonita✨

Plus, getting his hair brushed is quite relaxing... Won't mind if (Y/N) does that again.