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chuuyrr · 2 years ago

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I saw the baby fushiguro ask box open and I got so excited! I’ve read every fic you put out (crossover or jkk world) and I can’t stop coming back to reread them!

Feel free to ignore this request because it probably gets tiring writing for that more than Gojo! Reader, but what if, and hear me out, baby fushiguro reader tried to go to the Bungo Stray Dogs universe, but accidentally ended up in the Beast! AU. If you haven’t read the Beast! AU, that’s perfectly fine! Like I said feel free to ignore this

Alternative idea though, baby fushiguro meets the hunting dogs (in honor of season four coming out in a few months)

As a fellow student, make sure you’re taking care of yourself and prioritizing your health, both physical and mental. If you don’t, you’ll make baby fushiguro reader upset (and we don’t want that). Have a great day!

scarlet witch! baby fushiguro! reader goes to BEAST! AU of bsd

jujutsu kaisen x reader x bungo stray dogs

masterlist of the series

╰➤ CW(s): major spoilers for bungo stray dog's beast manga, angst & the most detailed shit i've written in a long while that i have also may or may not have cried to while writing : )

╰➤ PAIRING(s): platonic! bungo stray dogs x child! reader

╰➤ SONG SUGGESTION(s): good parts by le serrafim

before you read: hi, in case you're new, you're megumi's younger half-sibling, and while you don't have cursed energy, you do have scarlet witch's powers and abilities! aside from that, as a special scarlet witch variant, you also have the ability to travel across the multiverse. how chaotic! furthermore, like your half-brother megumi, you are being cared for by gojo satoru, who also serves as your adoptive father. for more info, please see the masterlist.

being a multiversal being of sorts, you were aware of the vast range of universes that existed. however, you've never been to this particular alternative universe of bsd before, not until now. you made use of your dimensional travel ability and ripped through the seams of reality to see dazai and the others.

as usual when you entered the red portal you conjured, you were greeted with the ever familiar streets and atmosphere of yokohama. you immediately ran towards the reddish-brown brick building, climbing the stairs until you reached the fourth floor, and twisted and pushed the door open.

however, as soon as you stepped inside, you were immediately greeted by naomi who was near the door, carrying a stack of paper. you smiled and immediately wrapped your tiny arms around her to greet her, "naomi-nee!"

naomi's eyes widened, gasping softly in surprise at you and nearly dropping her papers, "h-hi?"

just as naomi was about to question you, you released her and ran deeper inside, only to find dazai missing. in fact, kyouka and atsushi were also gone, but what you discovered made you pale. your eyes widened as you stared at the familiar tall man with dark brown eyes, short reddish-brown hair, and a beige brown coat.

"odasaku-san?" you muttered, blinking.

before you could respond further, you felt a hand pat your head, prompting you to look up and notice kunikida staring down at you.

"what are you doing here, kid? how did you get in here?" he asked you with furrowed brows.

"uncle kunikida!" you exclaimed, gently removing his hand from your head and approaching him to hug his legs.

"me? an u-uncle?!" kunikida stammered in embarrassment with a bright red blush spreading across his face as he gazed down at you with wide eyes.

"since when did you become an uncle, kunikida-kun?" that was ranpo's voice.

turning around, you, kunikida, and odasaku saw ranpo, junichiro, yosano, kenji, and, to your surprise, akutagawa himself entering the office.

"i-i don't know this kid!" kunikida exclaimed, motioning at you, causing you to make a puzzled noise and tilt your head to the side, "she just appeared and hugged me!"

"you... don't remember me?" you asked, frowning as you looked up at kunikida.

"certainly not, kid," kunikida sighed, adjusting his glasses as he turned to the others.

you then cast a glance at akutagawa, and you can't help but be perplexed. what exactly is he doing here with odasaku? he appeared to be different. instead of the usual terrifying stoic expression on his face. he just simply had a blank expression on his face and was dressed in a gray overcoat, a black button-up, gray suspenders and tie, and dark calf-length pinstripe trousers that reminded you of both dazai and atsushi. for some reason, akutagawa appeared less agitated, or tamer, than usual

"aku-nii?" you muttered, blinking as you turned back to odasaku, "what's going on? why are aku-nii and odasaku-san here?"

"how do you know our names?" akutagawa questioned you, stiffening up at your words.

"akutagawa's right, who are you?" naomi nodded in agreement as she asked you next.

"i'm fushiguro [name]. i've come here before.. you guys know me.. should know me.." you explained, releasing kunikida's pant leg as you fiddled with your fingers, "but you guys don't.."

"are you saying we've met before?" yosano asked softly, tilting her head at you and placing a hand on her hip.

"yes! dazai-nii brought me here with sushi-nii and uncle kunikida!" you nodded, eliciting gasps and surprised looks from everyone in the room.

"who's 'dazai?'"

at that moment, a pierce of gray fabric had made its way towards you, but your reflexes kicked in and your eyes glowed red as red psionics held it in mid-air, much to everyone's surprise, preventing it from touching you.

"you're an ability user," junichiro gasped.

"where's dazai-nii?" you asked this time, your brow furrowed as you let go of the gray fabric that had shot out of akutagawa's coat, "why is he not here? why don't you like him?"

"I asked first, kid. who is he?" akutagawa grew irritated as he sent more tendrils of fabric from his coat towards you, but this time, odasaku had blocked each of them, standing protectively in front of you.

"akutagawa, that's not how you interrogate a child," oda exclaimed, using the metal ruler he stole from kunikida's desk to block akutagawa's attacks on you.

"dazai-nii is my dazai-nii. he was the one who protected me together with uncle kunikida when i saved sushi-nii from the bad guys!" you answered, getting annoyed as well as the red glow in your eyes dissipated.

"where's dazai-nii, odasaku-san? and why are you here? you're.. you're supposed to be..." you frowned as you looked up at oda, taking a hold of his pant leg and tugging at it.

"supposed to be what?" oda held a concerned yet confused look towards you.

you couldn't even mention it to him. instead, your lips trembled as tears streamed down your cheeks. he was supposed to be no longer alive. you were going to say that, but you couldn't. akutagawa is also not supposed to be at the agency. it's as if he took the place of atsushi. in fact, if you think about it, odasaku replaced dazai and kyouka was out of the picture.

"o-oh no! h-hey, kid! d-don't cry!" junichiro waved his hands in the air, "hey!"

"kid?" odasaku asked, watching you clench the fabric of his pant leg as you teared up.

everything was getting to you. what was going on here? why didn't they recognize you? why were they acting this way when you mentioned dazai? you didn't understand it at all.

"i want dazai-nii! where is dazai-nii?" you cried out, releasing a repulsive red energy created by your psionics. it shook the entire building and nearly sent everyone flying away from you, similar to a shockwave and earthquake.

as everyone shielded themselves and clung to strudy office furniture. ranpo took advantage of the situation by placing his glasses on the bridge of his nose with his free hand before staring at you, and that's when he realized what was going on.

"the one you're looking for is in the port mafia headquarters," ranpo exclaimed, dissipating the immense psionic energy in the air and reducing your cries to sniffling.

"he's there?" you asked, your tantrums subsiding as you cast a hopeful glance at him.

"yes, he's there," ranpo nodded firmly at you.

without another word, you activated your red psionics once more, but this time you used it to increase your speed as you approached the door. you fled the armed detective agency's office, with akutagawa chasing after you, but he was stopped by odasaku and ranpo blocking the door.

"what are you doing? the kid's escaped and they're heading straight to port mafia!" thrashed akutagawa in odasaku's hold.

"that kid wasn't lying when she said she knew all of us. she's someone from another universe who has seen and met our other selves from another universe," ranpo explained.

"alternate universe?" everyone chorused.

"that kid was either that "dazai's" younger sibling or someone close to dazai in the universe she's familiar with, which is why she was looking for him here," ranpo continued, folding his arms, "and if we didn't let her go, she would have most definitely destroyed the building and the entire area. her ability, whatever it is, it's dangerous."

as the detectives were left to mull over you and the existence of the multiverse, you made your way to the port mafia headquarters; a black building that towered over yokohama's ritziest neighborhood, which you were already familiar with. you were quickly stopped by the mafia's subordinates, men in black.

"oi, get out of here! this isn't a place for a child!" one of them yelled, shoving you away.

you ignored them and continued running inside. you yelped in terror, occasionally using your red psionics to boost your speed, but it was draining you as you ran away from the men in black who were chasing you. you closed your eyes and concentrated on feeling and sensing dazai. ranpo said he should be here, and you believe him. he must be here. he has to.

you opened your eyes again as you ran across a fancy high-pile rug fit for a throne room, eventually reaching the corridor after struggling to escape the men in black.

you had gotten a few bruises and scrapes along the way as they were able to catch up to you and snatch you in some cases before fleeing because you were tired. you came to a halt in front of a sturdy double door and realized you were getting close.

you turned around to see the men in black approaching you and yelling at you to stop. "dazai-nii! please open up! it's me, [name]!" you yelled as you returned to the door.

"this is not a place for kids! the boss will be furious when he finds you here, brat!" you cried out in agony as one of them finally caught up to you and grabbed your arm, lifting you in the air and gripping you tightly.

"no! no! dazai-nii, help me!" you cried, tears streaming down your cheeks as you squirmed.

"shut up, brat!" they scowled as another yanked on your hair roughly, "quit your yapping!"

finally, the solid doors that had been closed earlier burst open, revealing a large office with every one of a kind high-end oddity from candlesticks to the desk in the center of the office. the floor and ceiling were black, and it didn't take long for the presence of death to fill the atmosphere when a furious voice boomed,

"LET HER GO AT ONCE, NOW."

when the men in black let you go, you fell to the ground with a thud, whimpering in pain as you fell on your side. you looked up and froze as you saw the men groaning in pain as they were surrounded by a red glow caused by a familiar ginger-haired young man. before you could react, you were suddenly whisked into someone's arms, but it wasn't rough; in fact, you were handled with care.

as you realized who was carrying you, your eyes widened. you recognized his unkempt brown hair and features, but they were bandaged, especially one of his eye. it was dazai, but something was wrong. there was something sinister was emanating from him. his tone was so venomous that it made you tremble.

"i told you to let her go, not drop her. pathetic. you all know what happens next, right? to subordinates who disobey my orders?" he scoffed, gritting his teeth in rage as he drew you closer to his embrace and turned to the other, "get rid of them, chuuya," he said.

"got it, boss," the ginger-haired mafioso nodded before using gravity manipulation on the men in black chasing you to get them all out of your sight as the doors closed, leaving you alone with dazai.

the icy cold tension in the air immediately dissipated. you looked up at the brunet, whose glare had softened as he faced you.

"[name]-chan.." dazai murmured, reaching out his hand to cup your cheek, "it's really you.. you're here.. finally here.."

"dazai-nii..." you found yourself tearing up as you returned his gaze. with that, you burst into tears, causing him to panic a little.

"[name]-chan! it's okay. it's okay, little bella," he said as you buried your face in his neck and gripped the fabric of his clothes. he then rubbed shapes on your back to calm you down, saying, "shhh, they won't hurt you anymore. you're safe now, i promise."

"y-you remember me.. dazai-nii.." you cried out.

"of course i do," dazai's lips curved into a smile as he held you, cradling you, "how could i not?"

"uncle ranpo, uncle kunikida, and the others don't remember me," you explained to dazai, sniffling, "a-also.. odasaku-san and aku-nii were there too, but they don't remember me either.."

when you looked at him, there was an indecipherable expression on his face as his smile faded into a frown. dazai looked down at you, almost lost for words, but before you could open your mouth to speak again, he beat you to it.

"[name]-chan, would you like to go eat lunch with me outside?" your eyes widened slightly as you looked at him puzzledly.

however, you were hungry and exhausted, so something to eat sounded appealing. you nodded, which brought back dazai's smile. just as dazai was about to put you down, he noticed some bruises and scrapes on you, which caused him to come to a halt.

"you're hurt." dazai's eyes, or rather, eye, widened, "fuck, are you alright? are you hurt anywhere else, [name]-chan?"

"no!" you immediately shook your head and waved your hands in the air, "i-i'm okay, really!"

"those bastards deserved what's coming for them. they shouldn't have hurt you," dazai mumbled angrily, clicking his tongue in annoyance, but not towards you.

"huh? what are you talking about, dazai-nii?" you quipped, tilting your head in confusion.

"nothing!" dazai exclaimed with a smile, the dark glaze across his eyes gone, "let me just patch you up and then we'll go out for lunch, okay [name]-chan?" you nodded your head.

dazai sat you on the top of his desk while he called someone from his black phone to come over. it wasn't long before a man dressed similarly to auntie shoko from your house arrived. you quickly recognized him as a doctor and allowed him to treat your bruises and scrapes under the supervision of dazai, and speaking of dazai, you couldn't help but notice how he was staring intently, as if he was waiting for the said man to make one wrong move and he'll beat him up or something.

fortunately, the doctor treated you well and left after bandaging you and acknowledging dazai. with that, you felt much better and more at ease knowing that you had been treated.

"are you ready to go?" dazai inquired, ruffling your hair and softly chuckling. "i guess we kind of match now, too, since your arms have bandages."

"mhm!" you nodded your head as you hummed.

dazai assisted you in getting down from his desk and extended his hand to you, which you gladly accepted. you could see a genuine smile on dazai's face as he peered down at you. he squeezed your much smaller hand with his larger hand almost childishly and innocently.

as you walked down the corridor where you had been chased earlier, you realized that the office you had been to was supposed to be mori's and remembered how you used to play and draw with elise there. mori and elise were nowhere to be found and it made you curious.

as you recognized some of the men in black, you followed dazai and immediately hid behind him, hiding yourself in his long coat. this made dazai reach out for you, saying softly, "hey, hey! it's okay," seeing how scared you were, "they're not going to hurt you. i promise."

dazai thought it was a cute yet nostalgic gesture. with him remembering himself in the canon world, the one you were familiar with, he was reminded of how you gripped him and hid behind his coat when he first met you.

you reluctantly took his hand in yours and squeezed it, but you stayed close to him. you didn't like being chased and yanked away again. dazai's brow furrowed, and his gaze darted towards his subordinates for a moment, glaring, already making a mental note to make sure he gives them a warning so they would never think of hurting you again. you were scared and even tried to deny that you were hurt earlier, and dazai found it unacceptable.

"i got you, [name]-chan. i'm right here with you," dazai reassured you softly as he led you out of the headquarters, squeezing your hand back as a form of comfort.

the port mafia was taken aback as they witnessed their normally intimidating boss soften around you. just who the hell were you, and what did you do to their leader? they had never seen him switch up so quickly before.

outside, you and dazai got into a black car, and to your surprise, dazai had asked the driver to take you to your favorite restaurant in the city—the one he had taken you to before when he heard your stomach growl, much to kunikida protests of him being an irresponsible adult for using you as an excuse to slack off.

when you arrived at the restaurant, you both took a seat at a table, and as soon as the menus were handed to you, dazai asked, "is omurice your order, [name]-chan?"

your eyes widened slightly, but you nodded your head and smiled, "yeah! that one!"

"the little lady will have omurice, and I'll have a plain black coffee," dazai instructed the waiter.

"you must be hungry after getting here," dazai said again after the waiter took your orders.

"yeah.. a little," you nodded your head, a pout on your lips as you rested your chin on your arms, which were flat on the table. "and i had to run too from those scary men in black.."

"i'm so sorry about that, [name]-chan. i'll make sure it doesn't happen again," dazai smiled as he outstretched his hand and gently grasped your hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

after that, you became quiet. you had so many questions in your head. something was strange about dazai right now. he was unique. he had this horrible vibe about him. you weren't going to lie, you were a little scared, especially after hearing his murmur and seeing the dark glaze over his eyes earlier.

"is there something wrong, [name]-chan?" dazai inquired, watching your brow furrow as you stared at him, almost deep in thought.

"well, um... it's just that.." you scrunched your brow, not knowing where to begin.

"you're probably wondering why i recognize you and the others don't—that's one of your concerns right now, correct, [name]-chan?" dazai stared at you for a second, blinking before taking a deep breath and sighing.

"this world is just one of many others," dazai explained further, "and of all people, you should know, right? you're fushiguro [name]-chan. you're someone capable of traveling across the multiverse with your reality warping powers, which i can't even nullify."

your eyes widened as you realized what had happened. it was no surprise that the armed detective agency hadn't recognized you earlier, or that akutagawa and odasaku were present but not dazai or atsushi and kyouka. this world was an alternate universe, just like the others you'd visited, with a much older version of yourself as an example. bacause the multiverse is so vast, dazai's world would have alternate universes that similarly to yours.

"but.. if you're not in the armed detective agency with uncle kunikida.. and odasaku-san and aku-nii are there.." you muttered, putting two and two together, "that means they don't know you the same way they don't know me because you're.. you're.."

you closed your mouth. you got your answer the moment you discovered elise and mori missing, as well as the office looking a little different earlier, with dazai wearing the same exact clothes as mori.

"ever the clever little bella. you're not wrong, [name]-chan," dazai exclaimed, intertwining his hands on the table and smiling at you.

"but, why?" you furrowed your brows.

"because it's the only way, [name]-chan," dazai replied as the waiter arrived to bring you your omurice and his black coffee.

"i don't understand.." you exclaimed, frowning at dazai, "what do you mean?"

at first, dazai looked around. fortunately, there were no customers and the waiter had already left, which you found odd, but with that, he returned his attention to you.

"as i previously stated, this world is just one of many, but this world, this is the only one where odasaku lives, [name]-chan."

your eyes widened at the revelation and dropped the spoon you had just picked up.

"you know him. you've seen odasaku's ghost. you even had him and my other self reunite, even if it was only for a brief moment with your power," dazai continued, "and i saw it through my other self's memories."

so he already knows about you in this alternate universe, long before you arrived here. alright, you were getting a little scared now.

"i succeeded the previous boss to gain the advantage, to dedicate my life to protect what could have been," dazai stated calmly as he sipped his coffee, "honestly, i was surprised that you'd come here. i never would have thought, but either way, i'm grateful. this is also one of my universes that doesn't have you."

as dazai grasped your hand, you found yourself crying. you quickly had got a vision of what was going to happen to him because your emotions were amplifying your chaos magic. dazai planned to jump off a building. as you regained your composure, you drew your hand away, panting softly for air to calm yourself down.

"[name]-chan?" dazai stared at you with a baffled look, prompting him to reach out his hand to you to wipe your tears away.

you shook your head and continued to eat the omurice dazai had given you after wiping your tears. dazai frowned but didn't say anything. he just knew you saw something, and he hopes it wasn't about the book with his plan on set, because him knowing three or more people knew would destabilize this world. dazai let you eat your food and paid the bill when you were done. you and dazai got on the black car again, and the ride was quiet, even awkward.

dazai felt guilty seeing your eyes glassy with tears and slightly puffy from crying.

"[name]-chan, would you like to go to the park?"

dazai knows his canon self and his other variants, so it's no surprise that he knew you, and from his canon self's memories, he knows how much you liked to play outside and run, in addition to liking omurice and [favorite food]. dazai has the advantage because he has the book. he can make things work, at least in the best way he knows how. for the time being, what you saw with your witch abilities was the furthest thing from his mind. dazai wished to see you smile and be happy.

when he asked you the question, your eyes seem to light up. as you fiddled with your fingers, you slowly nodded your head. dazai smiled at this and asked the driver to take you to the nearest park in the city.

it was the same one you recognized when you and dazai were dropped and left the car. the same breeze, trees, and ambiance. the only difference was that you weren't with your usual dazai.

"so, what would you like to do first? wanna play zoomies? swing?" dazai questioned, crouching down at your height and ruffling your hair.

"zoomies," just as dazai had expected.

when you ran across the park with dazai—this dazai—it didn't take long for you to start smiling. he'd like to think that being with children was simple. it wouldn't take long for one to smile and laugh as if they hadn't cried or something if you knew how to play the right cards with them. you had so much fun running around and getting to know dazai that you openly suggested what to do next.

"dazai-nii! let's play on the swing next!" you exclaimed, running towards him and excitedly wrapping your tiny arms around his legs.

"alright, alright, little belladonna," dazai chuckled softly at his, giving you a gentle pat on the head, "i'll push you on the swing, okay?"

you spent the entire day with dazai, doing everything from zoomies to swings to slides. dazai's favorite part of the day was you playing with the slides because every time you slid down, he would catch you and pick you up in his arms, just loving the adorable smile and giggle you'd have afterwards. to see you so happy was just nostalgic and music to his ears.

you became tired at the end of the day, and dazai couldn't help but melt when you tugged on his pant leg and made grabby hands for him to pick you up. "up-up.." you said, exhausted.

"come here, [name]-chan," dazai grabbed you and cradled you in his arms, his heart melting as you wrapped your tiny arms around his neck and snuggled up against him. "is little bella tired from playing all day?" he cooed at you.

"mhm..." you nodded tiredly, pressing your face against his neck as you clung to him.

"let's go back, okay?" dazai patted the back of your head as he gently cradled you, "i got you, [name]-chan, feel free to sleep."

as dazai was carrying you to the car, you clenched the fabric of his collar, causing him to hum at you, "hmm? yes, [name]-chan?"

"please don't leave," you muttered quietly, now clutching his fabric even more tightly, almost desperately, as dazai could tell.

"i'm not leaving you, [name]-chan; we're going back to the headquarters together," dazai explained, chuckling at your clinginess.

"no.." you whined softly, "don't go ever."

dazai came to a halt, blinking in confusion. what did you mean when you said he was leaving? he was deep in thought when you spoke up again, saying exactly what he was thinking.

"i don't want you to die, dazai-nii."

dazai had heard you say it before, but it was to his other self, back in the canon world when he got hurt and you went out of your way, risking your life, to get to him at all costs as soon as kunikida mentioned it, even if it meant coming across port mafia.

nonetheless, it caused dazai to freeze. even if you weren't his little sister, niece, or family in this alternate universe, you still thought of him as your "dazai-nii" and cared about him.

you were too kind for your own good.

it made him even more guilty.

"i can't promise you that, [name]-chan," dazai muttered sadly, clutching you tightly in his arms, tears streaming down his cheeks, "which is why i want you to stay here. i'll take care of you like my other self did. you won't have to worry about anything because no one will ever hurt you, and no one from your world will either."

"i can't be with you forever. i have a home to go back to," you said, looking him in the eyes, "but the only way i can promise to be with you is for you to promise me that you won't go. i'll come back to you as many times as i can now that i found you!"

"[name]-chan.." dazai's gaze softened.

"i promise i'll save you, so you won't have to jump off and leave! i'll save this world if i have to even!" you exclaimed determinedly, your eyes glowing red, "i don't know exactly why or how you're doing it, but you're still my dazai-nii, and i know how much odasaku-san means to you."

"but, [name]-chan, i can only do so much," dazai exclaimed. he sounded as if he was about to cry. "odasaku and i are never meant to be together on the same side, but if anything, he deserves to be on the good, so he can become a writer, and me? i have to be on the bad, and the worst as possible.."

"don't you wanna see his works? see him achieve his dreams?" you asked.

"i do, [name]-chan," dazai nodded.

"then, promise me, dazai-nii. you won't ever be alone again," you flashed him a close-eyed smile as you cupped his face in your tiny hands, "i'll come back to you and help you the best i can with my wiggly-woos magic. after all, i did promise odasaku to look after my dazai-nii, so i'll save you. you're still my dazai-nii, even here!"

fresh, hot tears welled up in dazai's eyes and streamed down his face, unable to be held back. he hasn't had anyone in a long time. this world was very different from the canon world, where he had the armed detective agency and people like atsushi. even with chuuya, atsushi, and kyouka by his side, he was alone. this dazai had become so numb from witnessing odasaku's fate from across the vast universes that he had forgotten what love was like and how warm it felt.

had his prayers been heard by the universe? could it even be the book? is that why it brought you here to him by connecting the physical and outside worlds? was it not by chance at all?

but, in any case, he loved the feeling of being loved—of having a family of sorts, whether you were his little sister, niece, or daughter.

dazai remembered seeing one of his other selves as your biological father, another as your uncle, and you as his younger sister. he remembered being so envious of seeing his other selves happy despite the fact that they didn't have odasaku because of you, and dazai loved you in all those universes.

"thank you, [name]-chan," dazai whispered in your ear, hugging you tight as you heard him sniffle, "please save me.. save me too."

[ author's notes ! just to clarify one thing, no, you don't know about the book, you just know that BEAST! dazai knows you from the CANON! dazai's memories, and the fact certain universes existed wherein it had you.

the reason for this has something to do with the knowledge of the book. if three or more people would know, the world would be destabilized. this is also the reason why your witch abilities made you see the end, and not the whole picture.

the reason BEAST! dazai wants you to stay because he has no one. he might be the port mafia boss with chuuya as his right hand man, but he's still alone and also because his universe is one of the few where you weren't in it :( ]

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genshinfanboy · 1 year ago

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His Enchantment

|Hello everyone who sees this. This will be a modern au. Where you've been long time friend's with the twins from Fontaine. I love Lyney since he came out and been waiting for some free time to write something for him. I have another thing planned for him as well as some other Fontaine characters. The reader will be taller then Lyney as well as super perceptive. I'm also no longer burnt out on genshin. Anyways as always feel free to change the pronouns to fit your own. Please enjoy and have a lovely day or night everyone.

Scenario: You've known the twins for a long time. Long before they were adopted by their "Father" and gained a younger brother. After being friends for so long they part ways for a bit. After you finish college you both reunite in an unexpected way.

Lyney x A Male Reader

Warnings: minor story, character spoilers, minor angst with comfort, mentions of being followed, mentions of a creep and long.|

Lyney:

Lyney was preparing a new trick. It was taking some time to prefect so his dear sister offered to go and get them some lunch. His only hope was it wasnt going to be something super oily or fatty. He pulled out his lucky charm that he was given by his best friend. He looked at it fondly it helped him calm down when he stressed about a new trick. His friend was able to see through most of his tricks but the taller male always acted surprised.

He was in the first orphanage with Lyney and Lynette. The three were a trio until (Name) was adopted. They managed to keep contact all that time. Most people have a distrust towards Lyney but he knew (Name) would trust him without hesitation. It warmed his heart. It always helped that the taller male had a good relationship with his younger siblings as well.

Lyney frowned a bit thinking about how long it's been since they talked. "I hope you haven't forgotten about me while you're away." He muttered to himself with a sigh. Out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of Freminet and quickly put on his happy face greeting his brother.

Meanwhile while Lynette was walking with her and Lyney's lunch she caught sight of someone following her. She was being careful but still felt unease in her stomach. She started figuring out a plan of action. As she was walking a taller male approached her. "Lynette! Long time no see." Was heard from the man. "Are you ok? You look a bit uneasy." The man leaned down and said quietly.

Lynette shook her head. She was surprised to see (Name) back. She didn't wish to worry him at all. (Name) observed her reaction which to most people would seem stoic or uninterested but he noticed the minor changes. He scanned the area and noticed someone hiding not that far from her. "Let me walk you home then" He said giving her a warm smile. He held out his hand as to offer to carry her items.

After he made his statement the person following his friend came out and over to them. He noticed his friend's tail tense and ears twitch. "Miss Lynette seems to be uncomfortable with you sir. You shouldn't be so familiar with her either. She maybe famous but you can't approach her so nonchalantly. Not to mention i was just ensuring she got to her home safely." The man stated. His high and might attitude ticked (Name) off a bit.

It also set off more unease in Lynette. (Name) made a face at the guy's comment. It seemed like more likely he wanted to know where Lynette lived than ensuring her safety. He knew Lyney would lose it if he ever met the creep. He knew Lynette could handle herself but didn't feel right leaving her alone. He guessed it was time to put his acting skills to the test.

(Name) rolled his eyes. He reacted quickly after accessing the situation. This person had his eyes on Lynette after one of the twin's shows. He wrapped an arm around her pulling her close. To ease her worries and making sure she was aware he wasn't going to let this creep near her. She tensed before relaxing into the touch. It felt almost as natural as having her brother's arm around her.

"You're very mistaken sir. Lynette and I are together romantically. We're high school sweethearts. I can back to town recently and was planning on surprising her and her brother." He quickly stated. He could tell his violet eyed friend was surprised for a moment before nodding in agreement. Hopefully this lie would get the guy to leave her alone.

This made the person's eyes widened. "Well how come I've never seen you in the audience of any of their shows? What a terrible boyfriend!" The dude shouted. (Name) held Lynette closer glaring at the dude. He didn't want to get into a fight but would if needed. "As I said I was away at college. Also who do you think their very first audience member was? So you no longer have to make sure she gets home safely after all I'm here and she actually knows me." He stated matter of factly.

The guy got upset huffed and left angrily. (Name) looked down and met with violet eyes. "Let's get you a small treat on me. That situation was stressful for me I can only imagine for you." He suggested giving her a smile. "Also I assume you don't want me telling your brother about this?" He got a nod as a response.

"Got it. Guess you don't want him being super overprotective. I'll walk you home. Also sorry about my excuse I used it was the quickest way to make that dude leave without getting into an argument or a fight for now." The tall male said. Lynette noticed he had grown since he left. He also seemed more mature.

It has been awhile and so she'd like to catch up with him later. "You still owe me a treat." She stated looking up at him as he released her. He gave laugh. "Well lead the way to what you want and I'll get you it. Nothing big and you have to be able to eat it on the way. I don't want Lyney yelling at me." His face turned a bit pink thinking of the other.

The two walked walked together in a comfortable silence. The male was relieved that Lynette didn't seem tense anymore. The two got her a small dessert. They then made their way to her house without any other issues.

"Do you think it'd be possible to see your twin or is he too busy for me?" He said with a smile. To Lynette it felt as if he never left to being with. His presence just felt normal to have around. She gave a nod. "Wait here for a second. I'll go get Lyney."

After a few minutes of waiting he heard someone shout in surprise. It was definitely Lyney's voice. There was then muffled banter heard between the twins. Then he noticed a small shy blond hiding behind a wall. "Hey Freminet. No need to be afraid. I won't make you come out and talk or anything." He greeted with a gentle smile

Freminet hid his face even more. "Hello (Name)." He quickly and quietly greeted before running off. Which made the taller male give a small shake of his head and a smile. He never knew why the blue eyed male always ran away. He was at least always willing to greet the taller male. He hoped one day him and Freminet would be able to talk comfortably with out the smaller male feeling too shy.

It seems nothing has changed at all. Though (Name) knew a lot had changed. He wasn't aware of much about their "Father" but while away he learned bits and pieces. Now the twins he grew up with will always hold secrets from him.

Soon Lyney came down. "Hey now's no time to be distracted. After all you have a great magician standing right in front of you!" Lyney stated with a pout. "After all I can't be captivated by those beautiful eyes of you're looking away distracted. He hands were placed on his hips.

The taller male turned his attention to his best friend. He held a fond smile on his face. His face became a bit red about the eyes comment. "Hey Lyney. You made a mistake with your signature phrase. You said a great magician instead of my favorite magician." He corrected.

Lyney felt his face go a bit red. "But of course. How could I make such a mistake. After all I've left a deep impression on you for so many years. I made sure you couldn't forget me even after choosing to leave me, poor Lynette and Freminet by ourselves." He stated holding a hand to his chest. He noticed a pink hue dusting the taller male's face.

The other looked away from him again. The action reminded him of his shy brother's actions. As if the taller male was embarrassed or something. Lyney found it the perfect opportunity to tease the other for a bit. It's been a few years. Not to mention somewhere along their relationship the young magician had fallen in love with the other.

"Oho what's this I see did you happened to have fallen for me and leaving made you realize it?" Lyney teased slightly. He noticed he got no response back and noticed his best friend become a dark red. He avoided Lyney's gaze more adamantly than before.

"It seemed Lynette was in energy saving mode when I ran into her. Do you have a show later?" (Name) asked ignoring Lyney's teasing. Trying to quickly changed the topic. His face was already on fire. What more could Lyney want? He was sure it didn't mean much after all this was just how Lyney was.

Lyney leaned forward startling the other a bit. He was standing close almost in the taller male's personal bubble. "We do. However I'll only give you a ticket if you answer my question." He said. His heart was racing but he couldn't help himself. The reactions he was given were too cute. He also found relief as if there's a bit of hope for the other to return his long time crush.

His dear sister would call him madly in love for the other but he always denied it. He thought it was just a small crush. If anything she was simply over reacting. He denied it more vigorously once Freminet started agreeing with her. There was no way he'd be madly in love.

Lyney noticed their now very obvious height differences. There was no way (Name) had grown so much. He ruined the shorter male's confession plans. He was supposed to be the one to grow taller than the other. They made a promise of it too. Lyney was supposed to grow taller than him and then (Name) promised to marry him when and if that ever happened.

Lyney gave a pout for a moment before returning his attention fully on the other. He was now fully aware he'd never grow taller. There goes that promise they made as kids. He patiently waited for a response yet got nothing. He wanted all of the other's attention but wasn't getting any of it.

He pouted slight and moved so the other couldn't avoid his eyes again. He moved into the other's personal space. "Did my dear (Name) come to hate me? So much you won't answer a simple question. Do my performances bore you so now? I know you've always been perceptive but to this point." He said looking down. He was overexaggerating a bit.

"No! Why would I be here if I hated you? Lyney don't joke about that! We promised to trust each other no matter what." Lyney was captivated by the taller male. He felt a flutter in his stomach. He noticed that he looked sad at the mention hating the smaller male. Lyney could see the truth in his eyes. He'll have to make tonight's show perfect.

"Fine fine I'll stop teasing. Show up early tonight and I'll have a seat ready for you. I'll see you then dont worry it's going to be perfect." Lyney grabbed the other's hand and placed a kiss on the back of it. "I'll see you later I still have much to prepare."

(Name) was given a wink before Lyney walked off back into the house. His face was on fire from the smaller males actions. Was he that obvious? He just got back. He covered his super flustered face. He did fall for Lyney and he did realize it while being away from the other. After all how could he not. He went from being around the blond all of the time.

He loved when they'd do homework together and he'd catch glimpses of lovely violet eyes. He had definitely become enchanted by the other. At the times he wished Lyney would rely on him rather than taking everything on himself. He gave a sigh as he reminisced. His blush had become darker. It was refusing to disappear.

His brain was still catching up with what just happened. He was sure it was just the other being his normal self. Which didn't help his racing heart. He uncovered his face. His blush darken as he looked at the had his best friend decided to kiss before leaving him there.

He quickly shook his head and was about to walk off but pulled out his phone. He didn't wish to forget to message the other. His wallpaper was a picture of Lyney with Lynette and Freminet on the day he left. He smiled at the picture. Then pulled up Lyney's contact.

'I have no idea where or the time you are performing tonight. Also it was good to see you. :)'

He smiled down as he saw the sign that Lyney was typing out a response. He was about to head off but saw Lynette come back out. "So you've fallen in love with Lyney." She stated as though she had been watching the entire thing.

"That obvious? Hopefully he didn't notice. I don't think my acting skills can save me if he did." The taller male asked rubbing the back of his neck. His face still covered in a dark blush. He hid his face with a hand looking away. Lynette gave him a blank look.

"Why don't you bring him a bouquet tonight and just confess?" Lynette stated. She was tired of her brother's pinning. She also thought the two would never confess if left on their own. At least not direct enough for the taller male to get a hint. He tends to be oblivious when it came to Lyney.

(Name) thought about it for a second. It would be a nice surprise to receive a bouquet but he was unsure about confessing. "I'll bring a bouquet for both of you tonight. See you later Lynette. Try not to waste anymore energy." He said with a wave and a smile.

The tall male walked away. He made his way to a flower shop. He got two small bouquets. He made sure to get Lyney some rainbow roses. He hoped the other still didn't know what certain flowers symbolize.

Lyney had gone to his room and fell onto the bed. His gloved fingers going to his lips. Why couldn't the other see how clear his feelings were. He sat up and quickly arranged to get his best friend his front roll ticket. He got a burst of new energy. He was determined to perfect the new trick with in the hour.

Time seemed to drag on for Lyney. He perfected his trick and still had a lot of energy. Perhaps it was nerves Lyney couldn't tell. What he did know his how much he wished to see (Name). He had to distract himself or he'll over think and things may become a disaster.

Eventually time passed but not soon enough for Lyney. Though (Name) arrived just like he told the other. His eyes enchanted the shorter male. Lynette looked at her brother. His staring was pretty obvious he was completely in love. "Looks like you arrived right on Time. Any later and we would have had to let Freminet give you the ticket and take you." He teased a bit.

(Name) held out the flowers. "I was going to give you both these after the show but I didn't want them to get crushed." He said quietly. He seem to have been avoiding Lyney's gaze again. His mind was still hung up on how the shorter male kissed his hand. The twins grabbed their bouquets.

Lyney intentionally made his hand graze the other to see his reaction. He saw the other jump and another blush appearing. Then he noticed the flowers. He knew the other loved flower languages. He recently learned himself because of the Reporter from the Steambird always pestering him.

The show went super quick. Now the grand finale was about to begin. Lyney was up on the opera's roof to perform it. Perhaps this trick would actually surprise (Name). He got into the box his anticipation rising. He did the quick switch with the dummy.

(Name) was in the audience watching nervously. When he saw Lyney falling his eyes widened in fear as if the trick had gone wrong. By instinct he called out Lyney's name in panic. Then his friend disappeared into a burst of flowers. He stared in awe at the flowers while his heart pounded in anxiety. He placed a hand on his chest realizing it was a dummy that switched places with his best friend.

He placed a hand on his chest. He ignored all the eyes staring at him for calling out. As if they weren't all worried too and gasped when the dummy had fallen. With the show being over he pulled out his phone to contact Lyney. He saw a message of where to meet the other. He made his way over to the area.

He felt his body relax fully when he saw those beautiful violet eyes. His body reacted on it's own. He rushed over and wrapped his arms around Lyney's shoulders. He held them tightly. "I don't like that trick at all. My heart stopped when I thought you fell. I'm so glad you're safe. The flowers were beautiful but my mind was too panicked at the thought of you falling." He muttered in Lyney's ear.

Lyney looked surprised. He hugged his best friend back. "I get it I won't perform it at shows you attend again. How about you allow me to take you out to make up for it?" He said ears had become red. "Just let me hold you for a bit and that will make up for it." Was his response. Lyney felt the hold tighten slightly. That trick must've really scared him a lot.

Lynette soon appeared and saw the two. "I told you he wouldn't like the trick Lyney. He shouted your name when the dummy fell out of the box." She stated. Lyney looked surprised. He really scared the other. He pulled away from the hug to see the other's face. He noticed some tears and went to wipe them.

"You twins are going to give me heart attack today." He saw looking away from both of them wiping his eyes. "What did Lynette do?" The violet eyed male asked. He noticed the taller male stiffen. He noticed his sister give a reaction too.

"Hey Lyney that trick made me realize something. Though you never grew taller than me I want to try a relationship with you if you'd give me the chance?" (Name) said. He grabbed Lyney's face so he was the shorter male's sole focus. He was trying change the topic quickly.

Lyney looked at him love struck until his brain realized the diversion. "Hey Hey we will come back to this topic later. What happened with Lynette earlier?!" He demanded to know. He was given a kiss on the cheek before the taller male grabbed his sister and quickly started running off. "Nothing bye Lyney. I owe her a dessert. Love you." He called off as he picked up Lynette so he wasn't dragging her along.

Lyney huffed running after the two. "You both better tell me now! Doesn't matter how much I love you both I won't give up on this. You both need to tell me keeping secrets isn't cool!" He called out quickly chasing them. They were working together against him with Lynette directing (Name) and his best friend/ now boyfriend was running away with his long legs.

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ashirisu · 7 months ago

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Excruciatingly Yours

The meaning of her words seemed to occur to them both simultaneously, and Amélie was suddenly keenly aware of just how close they were sitting to one another. She pulled her hands back shyly, leaning away even as she chided herself for it. It felt so silly to be so hesitant, but it felt different to say these things aloud, rather than shrouded behind careful wordplay in the relative safety of their letters. Baz seemed to agree, because there was a brief stretch of silence before he spoke again. “You know,” he said, voice strained in an obvious effort to keep things light, “now that you mention it, they’ll likely expect me to take a wife soon.” genre: romance, fantasy | word count: 3,094 cw: mentions of death

It had been three years since the tragedy at barony Basalt, but one wouldn’t know it from the look of the manor. It wasn’t pristine, of course—there were cracks in the façade in the form of chipped walls and windows that were visibly newer than the smoke-stained walls surrounding them—but all in all, it painted a rather successful and celebratory picture.

Amélie herself hadn’t seen the barony and its eponymous estate since Lady Ignea’s funeral, and she wondered if the damage would even be visible to someone who didn’t have prior knowledge of the attack. It had taken a not-insignificant amount of time, money, and effort, but things had been patched up, scrubbed, and polished to the point that it was nearly back to its former warm and inviting glory.

It was also more formal than she’d ever seen it, even before the disrepair. It was a testament to the event—barons and viscounts from all over County Sellius had made the trip to witness the Lord Basalt’s triumphant return and official induction into the Elorspire House of Lords. Lady Ignea hadn’t been a fan of large parties, but Amélie supposed even she’d approve of the crowd of colorfully dressed partygoers there to celebrate her son.

Who was nowhere to be found, Amélie noted. It wasn’t particularly out of character for him, but it was interesting that the only person who seemed to be missing from the party for Lord Basalt was Lord Basalt himself. Amélie could see his friends—the hulking lion man locked in spirited conversation with Viscount Riunwe, the girl and the bird flitting cheerfully about and causing mischief—but Baz had evidently slipped off at some point without anyone noticing.

Amélie politely excused herself from whatever conversation she’d become an unwitting party of and ducked around the corner, where she knew a servant’s staircase lay hidden behind a small seam in the wall. It was likely how Baz had disappeared as well—anyone who hadn’t grown up here wouldn’t know where to look.

She emerged on the third floor, where she found Baz sitting at the top of the staircase proper, hands steepled over his knees. He looked up at the sound of her approach, and something in her chest fluttered emphatically when his face melted into an expression of pleased relief.

“I thought I’d successfully escaped,” he said by way of greeting. “It seems you’re determined to bring the party to me whether I want it or not.”

“We have a habit of finding each other at inopportune moments during affairs like this,” she said, gathering her skirts to sit down beside him. “It wouldn’t do to break tradition now.”

He exhaled a laugh, but she noticed his face fall back into quiet apprehension. She made a show of smoothing the golden fabric around her legs before folding her hands and looking at him expectantly.

“So,” she said. “Why did you run away from your own party?”

“Too many people,” he replied, which would have felt like a cheap excuse if he didn’t seem to mean it so sincerely. “The house hasn’t been this full since…quite a while ago. The fact that it’s all for me is just…”

“A bit much?” she finished, and he hummed affirmatively.

“May I be honest with you?” At her permissive nod, he lifted the coronet from his head and turned it thoughtfully in his hands, twisting it to catch the stream of late afternoon light coming from the window above them. “I don’t know if I can do this.” He looked at her. “I really don’t think I can.”

Amélie blinked. “What on earth makes you say that?”

“Because this doesn’t feel like it belongs to me,” he said, gesturing with the coronet. “It doesn’t feel like it should. I’ve never…I was thrust into this title in the midst of tragedy and have spent the better part of these last few years in a state of damage control. Now I’m back, and expected to make decisions, and I don’t…I don’t know if I can make them. I worry about the type of leader I’ll be now that I’m expected to actually lead.”

“Baz,” she said, proud of the way her voice managed to be soft and reassuring instead of scolding, “I’m sure you have nothing to worry about. You’ve prepared your entire life for this—you’ve been studying the laws and histories of this barony practically since you could read.”

“I know,” he said. “And I was so…I was eager for it, back when the prospect of facing it alone was still years away. But now, with everything that’s changed, I’m not sure that preparing and studying has done anything for me at all.”

He gripped at the sleeve of his coat with one hand, and Amélie was sure his thumb rubbed unconsciously over the place where the Quadrumvirate’s Blessing had marked his skin. He’d never confirmed as much to her in their letters—not directly, anyway, but Amélie wasn’t unintelligent. Baz was rarely unforthcoming, and there were few other things that would have kept him captive in the domed city while his barony suffered.

“My friends try to reassure me,” he continued, twisting the coronet more anxiously now. “They say that if I could manage to be a leader throughout all of this, then I’m more than equipped to handle the day-to-day. But you and I both know it’s the day-to-day decisions that have the most impact, for better or worse. And therein lies the fear—that I’m not equipped to make the decisions my people actually need me to make.” He motioned to the room around them. “All of this? It’s my mother’s doing. She’s who they need, who they deserve. Nothing I do will ever be enough in that regard.”

Amélie looked at the estate—truly looked at it—for the first time in what felt like a lifetime. At the magitech lights in their sconces, at the walls that hid labyrinths of complicated piping that powered water and systems all throughout the house, all of which had been painstakingly repaired since the attack.

Baz wasn’t wrong in saying that their existence had largely been Lady Ignea’s doing, but she couldn’t help but feel as though he’d left himself out of the narrative rather unfairly. The inventions had been his mother’s, certainly, but the repairs had been done with the money Baz sent home—money he’d earned with sweat and blood when his people were in need of it. An innovator he was not, but Amélie thought privately that caretaker was no less important a role.

Baz seemed to misinterpret her silence, and chuckled ruefully.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “You didn’t come up here to listen to my laments and insecurities. I shan’t bother you with them anymore, I just needed to say them out loud. To someone who understands, at the very least.”

Whatever remark she’d been trying to formulate to lighten the mood died on her tongue. It ached the way he said she understood, because even though he only meant that she’d known his mother and what she’d been capable of, the two of them had always been far too similar for that to be the whole truth.

Amélie’s father was a good man and a beloved leader both because and despite of his flaws. As heir to the viscounty, Amélie had always dreaded filling his shoes, dreaded what the people might think of her when her father was no longer around and it was only her and her ambitions and abrasiveness at the helm.

In truth, it was something she’d always envied about Baz. His temper made his court manners clumsy at times, but he’d always been a beacon of earnestness in a way Amélie herself had never been for her people.

And yet he seemed not to realize it, or at the very least to doubt it. She watched him stare at his coronet, brow furrowed in consternation, and her chest fluttered in the same way it had when he’d smiled at her and said her name in that terrible, gentle way.

“Your mother was a remarkable woman,” she said, taking the coronet from him. “Her tenacity, intelligence, and independence were hugely inspirational. But those were her strengths. Nobody says yours have to be the same ones.”

“I’m not sure how clocking people and occasionally exploding helpfully will contribute to the well-being of the barony.”

“Nobody said they had to be good strengths,” she said smoothly, and he laughed. She reached over and placed the coronet gently back onto his head. “Perhaps you’re right, and you’re not equipped to make every decision required of you. That doesn’t mean you’re incapable. You’re also not alone in this.” She straightened the coronet, watching fondly as it settled into his curls. “You’ve always been better with teammates, Gabby. When it’s time to make the decisions you can’t handle on your own, I trust you’ll know where to look.”

Baz let out a breath of gratitude and relief. “Thank you, Amélie, I—”

Baz seemed to agree, because there was a brief stretch of silence before he spoke again.

“You know,” he said, voice strained in an obvious effort to keep things light, “now that you mention it, they’ll likely expect me to take a wife soon.”

“Hm,” she replied, as noncommittally as she could manage. “The one responsibility that doesn’t run in your blood. I suppose you could always follow your mother’s example.”

That surprised another laugh out of him. “And take a string of lovers before spending my better decades as a perpetual bachelor? I’d have to start outsourcing my paramours. If the rumors are to be believed, I’ve bored nearly every available young woman in County Sellius to death.”

“And some of the neighboring counties,” Amélie interjected. “You’ve got quite the reputation for being a bore.”

“So they tell me,” Baz said dryly. “All in all, it sounds like far too much effort to put into being a rake. Better just to settle down.”

“Presumptuous of you,” she teased, trying to ignore the growing lump of nerves in her throat. “To assume anyone would have you.”

“Not just anyone,” he corrected. “I’m far too presumptuous for that.”

He reached for his locket, a flash of gold and crimson against the navy of his suit, and pulled a small slip of paper from it. Amélie was intrigued for exactly as long as it took for the scent of an embarrassingly familiar perfume to hit her nose.

“You didn’t,” she said, mortified.

“I did,” he said cheerfully, all traces of awkwardness disappearing in the delight of taking her so horridly aback. “It’s my most treasured possession.”

Amélie forced herself to look at the torn bottom of the letter. She remembered writing this one, if only vaguely. She’d had a bit too much wine before reading his most recent correspondence, and for some gods-abandoned reason had taken it upon herself to write back while still inebriated. The result, as she remembered it, had been uncharacteristically daring in its flirtatiousness, to the point that she’d actually sprayed it with her perfume before posting it. Worse yet, she’d signed it with—

“Excruciatingly yours,” Baz read brightly, turning the paper to show off her wobbly penmanship. “I’ve never known you to get so drunk. I wish I could have kept the whole thing, but it wouldn’t fit in the locket. I resigned myself to only keeping my favorite part.”

“Throw that away this instant,” she demanded.

“I think not!” He looked affronted. “Are you outside of your mind? I was overjoyed when I got this, and you want me to throw it in the bin as though it means nothing? No, I will die with this on my person, thank you very much.”

She shoved him, grasped with a sudden need to put as much distance as possible between her and that scrap of letter. He grinned and fell back into her comfortably, shoulder to shoulder in a way that would have been casual were it not for the things they’d nearly said, and very nearly kept saying.

It was frighteningly intimate, but Amélie was not a coward.

“It’s silly of you to hold onto that old thing,” she sniffed, inspecting her fingernails for the sake of having something else to look at. “All folded and torn as it is. What’s the point of keeping it if you can’t hold onto the full thing?”

“Well, I…I quite like it—”

“Nonsense,” she said primly. “I’ll just write you a new one.”

He caught her gaze, eyes softening. “Will you?”

“How hard can it be?” she asked, trying not to let her voice waver. His eyes were very brown. “I’ll simply make a drunken fool of myself again, and you’ll have a brand-new letter to fawn over. Perhaps I’ll even make you cry this time.”

“Most likely, considering I already nearly cried over this one.” He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and let his hand linger, thumb stroking her cheek softly. “You don’t have to go through all the trouble of getting drunk, though. You could just tell me these things out loud, with your words.”

“Ridiculous,” she scoffed, leaning closer. “Who has time for that?”

His kiss was softer than she’d imagined, but she could feel the warmth of his magic against her lips and where his fingers met her jaw. It began as a soft tingle that intensified as he deepened the kiss, pulling her closer and sliding his fingers into her careful updo.

It could have lasted for minutes or months, but it ended with an amused huff when she could feel the buzzing in her teeth. He pulled away, but only enough to break contact. She could still feel his breath ghosting against her lips as he chuckled sheepishly.

“Sorry,” he said. “That still happens sometimes.”

“Don’t be.” She reached up to touch the side of his mouth, where a bit of her lipstick had transferred. “You’ll just never have the dignity of being able to lie about how much you wanted to kiss me.”

She could feel him smile, and he turned his head slightly to kiss her fingertips before straightening up and regarding her cautiously.

“Does this mean you’re all right being seen with me in public now?” he asked. “Just to avoid any undue assumptions on my part.”

“Eurgh,” she said, “I didn’t think of that. I take it back; let’s continue dancing around each other for a few more years.”

“And stealing occasional sordid kisses in stairwells in the meantime?” He laughed. “It’s a tempting offer—I could use another good scandal to my name. The only problem is that I’m growing tired of pretending I don’t want to marry you.”

Amélie couldn’t think of a clever comeback to that. She wasn’t sure she even wanted to.

“I suppose the solution is fairly simple, then,” she said instead, weakly.

“For you, it always has been.”

By the Lady, where had this version of him been all this time? Before Amélie could say anything—or, more likely, kiss him again—they were interrupted by someone calling Baz’s name from a few floors below.

“One of your friends,” she whispered.

“Fuck ‘em,” he whispered back, making her laugh. He did start to stand, though, reluctantly pulling away. “That’s Ret, though, so it probably is important. It seems I can’t avoid my own party forever.”

“Welcome back to the thrill of social politics,” she deadpanned. “You’ll always be needed somewhere by someone you don’t want to be needed by.”

“And I thought fighting Lethorians was annoying.” He paused halfway to his feet, then knelt back on the stairs next to her. Apparently realizing the awkward irony of being down on one knee, he quickly set his other leg down, then just as quickly reconsidered and went back to his original position. He slid the signet ring off his finger and held it out to her, taking her hand.

“If you’ll have me,” he said softly. “It isn’t much and it isn’t what you deserve, but it’s everything I have. Someday I’ll be able to afford to give you more than just my name, and I’ll propose in the way I would have if all of this had never happened.”

“Please.” She rolled her eyes and slipped on the ring, heart hammering fully out of her chest. It was a bit too heavy and a bit too big, and wholly perfect. “As if everything you have isn’t enough. If I really feel the need to brag to someone, I’ll just tell them you were so eager to kiss me that you nearly vibrated my skull off my spine.”

That made him kiss her twice more—once like he still couldn’t believe he was allowed to do it, and once like he was afraid he wouldn’t get the chance again if he ever stopped. There were a lot of unspoken words in the second, and she was left breathless when he finally pulled away.

“Yes, well,” he said, just as breathlessly, stroking his thumb against her cheek again. “We’ll have to work on that part.”

And then he was gone, stopping on the landing just long enough to smile up at her in something akin to disbelief before disappearing down the stairs to deal with whatever problem had arisen in his absence.

Amélie stayed on the steps for a moment more, twisting her new engagement ring around her finger. She pulled one of the decorative ribbons from her dress and twisted it around the ring until it fit snugly and she could admire it from different angles.

It felt silly to giggle in the open stairwell, so she waited until she’d closed herself in the relative privacy of the servant’s stairs.

“Lady Basalt,” she said experimentally into the darkness. It would be strange to have the name be hers and not Lady Ignea��s, but she liked the taste of it. She twisted the ring once more before heading back to the party, feeling significantly lighter than when she’d left.

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cilil · 10 months ago

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I have thought long and hard about the gift-giving...

I have 2....

A gift TO Navë FROM Námo. It can be sweet, it can be suggestive, it can be hilariously ambiguous lol

A gift TO Ilmarë FROM Nári. That one should definitely be outrageous and flirty.

And I send you hugs and buckets full of love from myself.

I am so looking forward to what you'll come up with for all of these...Tag me, please <3

♡ To: Navë ♡ From: Námo

𝓐 𝓱𝓸𝓵𝓲𝓭𝓪𝔂 𝓰𝓲𝓯𝓽

The holidays were approaching.

And the only reasons why Navëquen was aware of it were his impeccably maintained calendar and the fact that he had been practically evicted from his office with orders to take some time off. He would have been fine with yet another normal day, but alas, Námo had insisted.

With a small frown and a couple of files hidden underneath his robes, Navëquen returned to his chambers. If he worked through these before any holiday celebrations took place that he might have to attend, there was a chance that any delays caused by Námo's Maiar sitting idle for a while wouldn't be too noticeable; though the prospect of drawing or journaling was getting more and more tempting as well.

Navëquen's musings were interrupted when he spotted a gift on his bed, wrapped in emerald green paper and adorned with a silver bow. For a moment he wondered how someone had managed to forget their things in his usually empty room, until it occurred to him that it might be a holiday gift for him – a suspicion that was soon confirmed by further investigations.

His name had been written on the gift with silver ink, and he would recognize that handwriting anywhere.

Sitting down on his bed, Navëquen dropped everything he had been holding and took the gift in his hands instead. It was from Námo. His lord, his idol, his esteemed mentor and secretly beloved Vala had thought of him.

It was with utmost care that he unwrapped the gift, gently pulling the bow apart and folding the paper. They would be carefully stashed away later.

Námo had given him a book, an empty sketchbook to be exact. Navëquen examined the pages, letting his fingers glide across the paper's texture. He could already imagine how his pencil would sound on it, like a quiet melody that was part of his music.

What a lovely gift. And with that, the rest of his evening was decided as well.

He was going to draw Námo.

♡ To: Ilmarë ♡ From: Nári Warnings: References to sex, Nári can't behave herself

𝓐𝓷 𝓸𝓾𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓰𝓮𝓸𝓾𝓼 𝓰𝓲𝓯𝓽

"Hey there, little starlight."

The greeting was accompanied by a sharp whistle, and Ilmarë turned around to find herself face to face with a certain Balrog grinning down at her.

"What do you want?" she asked cautiously.

"I got a gift for you. Why, is that a crime nowadays?" Nári winked at her, and Ilmarë got the distinct feeling that she wouldn't care even if it was.

"That is very nice of you," she began, "but I feel like I should let you know that I have nothing to give you in return because... well, I wasn't exactly expecting to be exchanging gifts with a servant of darkness."

"That's alright. You can make it up to me in other ways."

Ilmarë chose to ignore the lascivious smirk and tail wag that followed her statement and accepted a small oval object wrapped half-burned paper. It turned out to be some kind of stone, though when she touched it, it felt as if something was vibrating inside.

"What is this?" she asked.

Nári leaned down to get to her eye level. "Do you really have no idea what to do with vibrating things, little starlight?"

"I... am not sure what you are alluding to?"

The Balrog shook her horned head, causing sparks to be sent flying in all directions. "Oh dear. No one told me you're as oblivious as Gotty's silly little bird boy. Really, I need to let Melkor know his family sucks."

"Please don't insult the king and queen in my presence," Ilmarë said icily.

"Fine, fine. I mean, we could do something more fun instead, for example I could show you what to do with your gift."

Experienced or not, the way Nári smirked at her was enough for Ilmarë to tell where this was going.

"If this is a... sex thing, I am grateful that you are so concerned about my... wellbeing, but I don't think we are at a point where I want to engage in anything with you," she said firmly.

"Very well, little starlight. I know Maiar like you are often shy, and for the time being you can just think of me instead." Nári turned to leave, looking over her shoulder one more time as she summoned her fire in preparation for the way home. "And yes, it is a "sex thing"."

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jesternene · 1 year ago

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Unexpected Circumstances

Forgive me for the late response to Chapter 4. I returned to work so it was hard to get this going. Hope you enjoy it!

To read Chapter 3, please go here

CHAPTER 4

It had been over 24 hours since the encounter with the Verpellians. She was avoiding him and even took another personal day from Sickbay. It wasn't like her. She usually buried herself in her work, not hiding away in her quarters. Picard grew worried every second that passed and he didn't hear from her.

After his shift ended on the bridge, he decided to go see her. The news that he fantasized about being a family with Beverly must have been a shock to her, especially since he wasn't fully aware of what she wanted.

Did this idea scare her away? he thought.

But this wasn't how he wanted to be a family with Beverly. The circumstances of her pregnancy made it hard to connect to her or the child. As much as he loved her, this isn't how he would want to start a life with her. He knew the prospect of terminating the pregnancy was an option, but it was Beverly's decision. He didn't want to push the matter, even though he would support it. As he approached her quarters, he took a deep breath. He hesitated at chiming her door, unsure what stood on the other side of it. Finally, he rang.

"Come in" he heard a very vibrant tone before the door opened.

"Jean-Luc…'' Beverly greeted with a smile, as she was resting comfortably on her couch with a padd in her hand. She seemed well, glowing, and not a care in the world. Her heavenly image took his breath away before he spoke.

"I hope I'm not bothering you" Picard asked. As much as he wanted to see her, he didn't want to impose if she wanted to be alone.

"No, of course not" She answered, sitting upright and placing the padd on her side table. Even with the loose-fitted nightgown and robe, he couldn't help but notice the tiny bump peeking through. "Please, sit" she offered the empty space next to her.

Picard cleared his throat before taking a seat. He seemed anxious, clasping his hands together and looking down at them. As much as Beverly seemed ok, her heart was beating faster as every second passed in their uncomfortable silence. Picard then looked at Beverly and smiled.

"Beverly, I know what the Verpellian said must have come as a surprise to you" Picard nervously chuckled.

"Probably as surprised as you were to find out my feelings led to this" she said, smiling and lightly placing her hand on her belly.

"Right…" he said before clearing his throat. "Well, I—" Beverly raised her hand, cutting him off before he continued.

"Jean-Luc… I want you to know that I plan on keeping the baby" Beverly said, tilting her head slightly with a small smile. She knew this decision would not only impact her life but his as well.

"Really?" Picard questioned in surprise.

"I know this is a big decision but I just want you to know— I don't expect you to be a part of this child's life" Beverly said, her eyes looking down for a moment.

"You don't?" Picard was unsure of what she was saying exactly.

"This is my burden and I will shoulder it alone if I have to" Beverly explained, taking a deep breath. She was trying to hold back the tears that began to form in her eyes.

"That doesn't seem fair. You didn't ask for this, Beverly. You shouldn't have to do this alone" Picard commented.

"No, but you are more of an innocent party than I am. You had no say in this" Beverly sighed.

"Neither did you. Why would you burden yourself with raising a child you did not ask for?" Picard asked with sincere concern in his voice.

"Because I already love them" Beverly said as she let the tears fall from her eyes. Picard's heart dropped as he saw her cry. All he could do was slowly nod at her confession, which caused her to continue. She stood up from her seat, her back turned for a moment before turning to face him.

"I felt it today. Just a flutter but noticeable. And when I felt the baby, I caught myself smiling. And I knew at that moment, I couldn't let it go" Beverly said, wiping the tears from her eyes.

"Beverly…" He started to talk as he stood up to face her.

"I know you don't agree with me, but I am not asking you for your approval. This is my decision." Beverly said in a low tone, trying to keep her emotions in check. Picard knew that and he knew there wouldn't be anything he could say to change her mind. He slowly took her hand in his, Beverly wasn't sure what the gesture meant but was happy to accept it.

"I respect your decision but am unsure how I would fit in this child's life. I mean, I wasn't technically there when they were…" he trailed off, Beverly nodded in understanding.

"I know, and I don't want you to feel any pressure to do something you're uncomfortable with" Beverly said. Squeezing his hand slightly.

"But Beverly, I am going to see this child grow up. We are serving on the same Starship, it will be a little hard to avoid that" Picard chuckled slightly at the thought. "You have a connection with this baby, but I don't. And so I don't know how I would fit in your life"

Beverly absorbed his concerns. She knew this was going to be a rough road for them. After all, they haven't even shared their first kiss yet. She tugged on his arm, and they sat back on the couch. Entwining their fingers together, she took a deep breath as she stared into his hazel eyes.

"Jean-Luc, This isn't going to be easy for both of us" Beverly sighed. "I think we should just take it a day at a time. Not rush into anything and see where this goes" Beverly finished, with a slight hopeful smile on her face. Picard smiled back and squeezed her hand. He couldn't predict what the future would hold for them but he wasn't going to cut himself off completely either.

"Of course. One day at a time" he responded. A few uncomfortable moments passed before he took his hand away and stood up, heading for the door. Beverly didn't look at him, unsure if she wanted to see him walk away from her. Picard stopped and turned to look at her. "If you need anything…" Picard hesitated to finish but smiled. This caused Beverly to smile back at him and nod. He knew she understood how difficult this was for him but knew it was just as equally hard for her as well. He left her quarters without saying another word.

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A month passed and it was very busy for the Enterprise crew. Dealings with the Cardassians and the mysterious Paxans were a top priority and there was not much time to deal with personal relations. They kept their interactions simple and professional, but Picard couldn't help but think of this child every time he saw her. She had to change into a maternity version of her uniform and her glow was hard to not notice.

When they broke the news to the senior staff of the situation, they congratulated them but worried for Beverly. Once she ensured the crew she was fine and so was the baby, they seemed to welcome the idea of a new member on board. This support was helpful for Beverly but was little help for Picard. He wanted to be happy but still felt no connection to this child. He wondered if he ever will.

One day, during a crisis of Commander Riker missing during a First contact mission, Picard went to Sickbay to find Beverly so they could discuss the matter. When he didn't find her in her office, he asked the first nurse he saw to see where she might be.

"Excuse me, Nurse Martinez. Do you happen to know where Dr. Crusher is?" Picard asked in an authoritative tone.

"Yes sir! She is in exam room 3 being examined" Martinez responded. Picard gasped slightly.

"Why was Beverly being examined?" he thought.

He instantly feared something was wrong. He nodded to the nurse and headed to the room at a quick pace. Once he arrived, he wasn't sure if he even had the right to enter. She made it clear he didn't need to be involved, but the instinct of him needing to know she was okay overtook him. He pressed the privacy button which alerted those inside. He heard Beverly say "Enter" and the door opened.

"Jean-Luc?" Beverly was surprised. She assumed it was one of her nurses, not the captain. Dr. Selar stood at attention the moment she saw the Captain at the door. Beverly drew her attention back to Selar, "Is that all doctor?" Beverly asked.

"Yes. And congratulations again, Dr. Crusher" Selar responded. She turned to the door and nodded to the Captain before she left. Picard swallowed hard, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

"What can I do for you, Captain?" Beverly asked as she slipped her lab coat on. Picard completely forgot why he even wanted to see her in the first place and stood for a moment trying to find the words. "Jean-Luc, are you alright?" Beverly asked worriedly.

"I'm sorry. I uh–" Picard shook his head for a moment and said the first thing that came to mind. "I thought something was wrong and I needed…" Picard trailed off and sighed.

"I see" Beverly said with a small smile on her face. She never liked causing worry but was slightly grateful he was. "Everything is fine. I was just having my prenatal examination" Beverly explained.

"Oh good" Picard sighed in relief. "Why did she say congratulations?" he asked curiously. Beverly smiled at him widely at the question.

"Because I found out what I'm having" she answered, lightly placing her hand on her stomach.

"Oh" Picard seemed surprised.

"I'm sorry. Did you want to be here when I found out?" Beverly questioned. She purposely kept him out of the loop because she didn't want to pressure him into anything.

"No no– It's quite alright" Picard cleared his throat before continuing. "So, what are you having?" Picard asked. Lightly tugging on his uniform anxiously.

"It's a boy" Beverly smiled. The announcement sucked the breath out of Picard's lungs. His face drained quickly as the news she was having a son took over. She looked over at him curiously, unsure if he was happy by the news or if she needed to get him a chair. She took a few steps toward him but he didn't make any eye contact. "Jean-Luc?"

"A son?" Picard quietly asked, to which Beverly only nodded. Her heart sank a bit thinking that maybe he was not happy by the news. The emotions were felt during those quiet beats of that exam room. Beverly practically held her breath, waiting for Picard to say anything to her.

He finally looked up at her and that is when she noticed the tears that formed in his eyes. "We're having a son?" Picard said again, but this time adding himself into the equation. This caused tears to well up in Beverly's eyes as she saw the joy on his face and clearly accepted this child. He leaned in and hugged her tightly, which Beverly accepted happily.

They stood there quietly until they heard "Bridge to Captain Picard". Picard broke their embrace and tapped to respond. "Go ahead, Mr. Data"

"Sir, the Chancellor wishes to see you" Data responded. Picard sighed and now remembered why he went to see Beverly in the first place.

"Yes, Mr. Data. I'll be right there. Picard out" Picard then tapped his communicator to end the conversation.

"I hope that's good news" Beverly said. Riker had been missing for a few days and it took its toll on the staff.

"Me too" Picard said in return. He lightly wiped the happy tear that had escaped down Beverly's cheek and smiled. "I'll see you later"

"Okay" she responded in almost a whisper. She watched as he walked out of the exam room, her hand placed gently on her belly as she took in a deep breath. "We'll get through this, sweetheart" she gently spoke to her unborn child, before she left for her office.

#beverly crusher #gates mcfadden #star trek #tng #the next generation #star trek tng #picrusher #star trek the next generation #fan fic

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vhagarswar · 1 year ago

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Daeron returns home shitpost.

Daeron:*returns to King's landing*

Daeron::)

Daeron that night: *asleep in his own rooms*

A door: *slammed*

Daeron: wtfff

Aegon, wearing his hobo cloak: Greetings brother.

Aemond, also wearing his cloak but his is is made of quality fabric: *silence*

Daeron; Hello. I- what is going on?

Aegon: It is time brother.

Aemond: *annoyed*

Daeron:??

Aegon:

Aemond:

Daeron:

Aegon: ask me what it's time for please I have other things to do unfortunately.

Daeron: Time for what?

Aegon: to get It wet.

Daeron; to get what wet?

Aegon: awh he's so innocent bless his innocent mind uwu adorable.

Aegon: *demonic voice* we must corrupt his soul

Aemonds mind; kittens and puppies. Meow.

Aegon: it's time to become a man

Daeron: you want me to kill someone?!

Aegon: what? No. Why do you both think of murder 24/7 what is up with that?!

Aemond: it's the traumas.

Daeron: we are at war

Aegon: fuck the damn war I wanna do something fun and hang out with my brothers!!!

Daeron: Fine. Lets go to a brothel I suppose.

Aemond:*as a big brother* ah he can't use the words whore house.

Aegon: we'll teach him soon enough.

The three of them; sneak out of the castle

Aegon: I can't believe we pulled that off

Daeron: security sucks here

Aemond; agreed.

A deep voice: You have all forsaken me. You have betrayed me. You will all perish

A cloaked figure:*approaches*

Aemond: gods is this..

Aegon: father?

Daeron: wait we have one?

The cloaked figure:*giggles*

The cloaked figure:*reveals herself*

Helaena: I heard you all sneak out. Why didn't you invite me with you? I love late night outings!:))

Aegon:

Aemond:

Daeron:

Helaena: where are we going? Is there food? I like night food. Did anyone bring coin?

Aemond; it is dangerous for you to be here

Helaena: what danger is there for me surrounded by my brother's and the fiercest warriors of the realm?

Aemond:*blushes*

Aegon: are the warriors with us right now?

Daeron: she means us

Aegon: o.

Helaena: so what do we have planned?

Daeron: they were planning to go to a bro-

Aemond: Brother! Our plans have altered last minute remember

Daeron: what but you all promised me-

Aegon: one day, young apprentice. One day.

Aemond: I was never called your apprentice

Helaena: I'm getting bored here

Aemond: i suppose we could take her to see the night Market. That is entertaining.

Helaena: SHOPPING YIPPIE

Later

A witch: do you wish to know your death child?

Helaena: no, do you? I see you hanging from the ceiling of your own house your own neck cracked and twisted-

Witch: *gawks*

Daeron: damn

Aegon, holding four cups of wine and handing it to his siblings: I got everyone a cup. Drink up quickly the night is young.

Aemond, watches someone swallow a sword: that's just a waste of the sword

Daeron: can't imagine it tastes good as well

Later

Music plays

Helaena: I wanna dance!

Aegon; fine

Helaena: No I wanna dance.

Helaena: Aemond?

Aemond, blushing: yes my queen?

Helaena: you want to hold my bag when I dance with Daeron?

Aemond:*demonic mjttering* yes of course

Daeron and Helaena; dance

Aemond:

Aegon: where did he learn to dance as that?

Aemond; can't have been with us

Later

A hobo:

Aegon: who the fuck is that

Aemond; idk keep an eye on helaena. He smells of horse piss

Hobo:???

Helaena: O, hello Ser Criston!:)

Daeron: hello! *unaware who criston is*

aemond and aegon:*gawk*

Criston: *removes his hood and looks at Aemond*

Aemond:*looks away*

Aemond; we can explain

Helaena: Daeron wanted to see King's Landing so we took him out.

Criston: during the hour of the owl? Are you aware how this could have ended for all of you?

Helaena: Please sir criston. *puppy eyes and dark magic*

Cirston: Fine but I stay. You need someone to watch you all.

Helaeana: Yess!

Helaena at some point: you know what we should do?

Daeron; *asleep*

Aemond: no? What should we do my queen?

Aegon: careful aemond I can hear your voice switch between regular Aemond and aroused demon

Helaena: Haha you're funny aegon aemond is as a sweet little brother to me:))

Aemond::(

Helaena; we should get matching tattoos

Aegon: that sounds cool let's do it

Aemond: what kind of tattoo

Helaena: a spider wearing the crown of Aegon I drenched in blood and with "We light the way' under it.

Aemond; I stand corrected that sounds cool

Aegon:*drags daeron as the three of them go find a tattoo person*

Helaena after the tattoos are finished: Oh you are all so handsome

Aemond, looking at his tattoo

Aemond; Uhm he made a mistake.

Helaena: No I changed my mind. I wanted a unicorn instead.

Daeron: It's not the worse

Aegon: What the fuck are you talking about there's a unicorn on my arm

Daeron:*walks up to a village maiden and shows her the unicorn*

Aemond: No way

Aegon: it won't work

Daeron and the maid: hit it off

Aemond:

Aegon: *in tears* my apprentice has become the master. Impossible.

Helaena::)) I'm so glad we got to do this. A positive memory between us all

Helaena:((

Aemond: I will never understand women.

Helaena: so you guys still want to go to the whore house or not?

Aegon and aemond:*nearly choke on their drinks*

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This is what brainrot looks like

#house of the dragon #aemond targaryen #aegon ii targaryen #helaena targaryen #shitpost about aemond #house of the dragon shitpost #daeron targaryen

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kyuriirokkin · 2 years ago

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Scaramouche (Wanderer) x Reader

This is an occurence after the Archon Quest in Sumeru

An AU where he lost his memories

It was after the traveler and Nahida defeated Scaramouche. He fell unconsious for weeks and in those weeks, you would from time to time visit and help Nahida care for him. You were in your abode when he woke up, though he was not with you but instead he was in the care of Nahida. When Scaramouche – or should I say, the Wanderer – awoke, Nahida explained some stuff to him, not about his past though, she thought that was better for now. She explained only enough to make things make sense for him. While talking, she mentioned your name, that you took care of him aswell.

Days passed and you were aware of the fact that he was finally awake, Nahida went to you with him and introduced him to you properly and on that day you developed a friendship with him.

You were bored and didn't know what to do, until he popped up on your mind and decided to go and find him. He often spent time alone wandering around Sumeru City or doing nothing while Nahida helps out other people. There was this one place he told you he liked and would spend most time in so you decided that place was where you would go to first. Luckily, he was there, sitting alone and seeming to be lost in thought.

You slowly approached him, greeting him with a "hey" as you sat beside him. "Do...you need anything?" he asked. "No," you said in response, "just wanted to spend some time with you, anything wrong with that?" "Huh? Oh! The great Y/n wants to spend time with me! I'm honored to be in your prescence my Almight Queen!" he said using sarcastic tone. You looked at him, one eyebrow raised. You slowly got up to go, "You know what, nevermind" you said with furrowed eyebrows. "W-wait no! haha- I was just- pfft I was- HAHAHA- kidding, hehe, you should've seen the look on your face! Now- hah- sit back down pft- please." You obliged and sat back down, looking at the ground while the two of you were silent.

You wanted to talk and spend time with him, yes, you even thought about what to talk about and played a conversation in your head but now that you were actually here, sat beside him, you completely forgot about all of that, you didn't know what to talk about. He sat, looking at you with curiousity, "So, what do you wanna do? Anything planned?" You forgot what you wanted to do and/or talk about.

"How about.. we just talk? How was your day? What did you do today?" That was how you decided the conversation would go, with the simple how was your day, silently hoping it would lead somewhere. "My day was fine, it went like any other day. I took a walk around Sumeru City today, people were giving me this strange looks, as if they knew me, they've always been giving me these looks, now that I think of it, the looks they were giving me.. it was as if they were scared of me. I remember Nahida mentioning something about my past, Y/N, please tell me, do you know anything about this?" "Yes," you answered, unsure of whether or not you should tell him. You stared at the ground thinking, you decided it is best not to tell him as it has not been a very long time since he has awoken, you're not sure how he would take this. Maybe in the future, you would tell him, or maybe Nahida would. If neither, then on his own? "but it's best I don't tell you, it might be too hard for you, I'm sorry" you continued finally having decided on what to say.

"I deserve to know, don't I? I mean, it's MY life, my past! You can't just keep MY past a secret from me, tell me." he said, angry and confused, he wanted to know why people were giving him those looks and why you are looking at him like that, did he do something bad? Something so terrible that whenever he went in a room, it would go silent, if not, then murmurs! What exactly did he do? He wanted to know if he could fix this. "No, please trust me, it's best if you did not know why and what happened, maybe in the near future you'll figure it out, but for now, please, don't try anything." You told him.

He looked at you for a second then at the ground. "If you're so keen on not letting me know then.. okay. I trust you, I just can't stand those stares, I'm sorry for the sudden outburst" You looked at him with symphathy, he looked back at you. "Please don't look at me like that, you look stupid you know.." he said in a teasing voice. "Oh- so I'm guessing you aren't mad at me?" You smiled at him. "oH sO Im GuEsSiNg YoU aReNt MaD aT Me?" he responded, mocking you "of course not dumbass, heh if you think it's for the best then I trust you. but uh.. can you atleast tell me a bit? like why they look at me like.. they're scared of me?" he asked. "No," you said frowning at him. "Eh, it was worth a try."

"Oh yeah, there's this new restaurant that has opened recently, have you heard of it?" asked he. Yes, you've heard of it, in fact, you were thinking of going there someday so you instead took this opportunity to go there today, with him. He agreed to go with you, saying, "Yeahh, I'd love to go with you, last one there is a rotten egg!" as he slowly got up to run, you too, got up to run and tried to catch up to him. He was.. childish, but that is one of the reasons why you liked him, his personality.

He got there first, he didn't seem to be tired, you were catching your breath, finally outside the restaurant and about to go in. "Loser," he said as he closed one of his eyes and stook his tongue out. "Let's just go in already," you said, hungry and you also heard the food there was absolutely amazing so you were excited to taste the food.

=========☆======♡======☆======== This is actually my first time writing like this so constructive critisism are very much welcome!! I need and want them to better my writing for you, like, is it too fast paced? How do you think I can slow it down?:) how I can better my writing.

Please tell me your thoughts and thank you so much for reading this! and maybe suggestions?? if you want that is

#kunikuzushi x reader #genshin x gn reader #genshin x you #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x you #genshin x reader #scaramouche x reader #wanderer x reader

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cat-buried-in-tall-grass · 5 months ago

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love & relationships for silver

How does your character view the idea of romantic love?

he thinks it's so sweet,,,,, a special kind of affection and devotion where you trust and care for each other more than anything?? please sign him up. it sounds so comforting he may cry.

What was your character's first heartbreak, and how did it influence their approach to relationships?

he uh. he hasn't really. experienced it. david is very inexperienced in romance and partially it's thanks to a lack of... interest? priority? in romance in the past. "it sounds really nice but it's not really calling me right now." kinda deal. and so he... hasn't gotten his heart broken like that.

more utc !!

Does your character believe in soulmates, and why or why not?

he believes in destiny, and things happening a certain way so better things can happen in the future. he kinda has to. and so, he believes that certain people are fated to meet and affect each other in immense ways. "isn't that what a soulmate is? if it is, i think they exist."

What traits does your character find most attractive in others?

PASSION, MORE PASSION, MORE ENERGY, MORE ENERGY. ahem. he loves himself someone who's passionate and dedicated to what they do. someone who takes no nonsense and goes straight to the point. if we mean physically he likes pretty faces and nice hands though, ahem.

What does your character fear most in a relationship?

hurting the other person. at least, with eloi. he's aware of his own baggage and failings and he's terrified of it hurting and pushing him away, especially when he's most vulnerable.

How does your character handle jealousy or insecurity in relationships?

yk the post that's like "i die?? lmao what kinda question". that's him w insecurities. j swallows em right up. he gets possessive when he get jealous tho ehe

What past relationship still impacts your character's current life?

non romantic? his best friends back home. he entrusted everything to them, he entrusts everything to them now. he's fiercely loyal to them, and he misses them terribly.

How does your character show love and affection?

DID ANYONE ORDER PHYSICAL TOUCH. no?? too bad. he's clingy as FUCK man, all hugs and kisses. he ALREADY greets his friends with cheek kisses and on occasion a hug. when he's in a relationship? god. a fucking tick.

What significant change has your character experienced in their understanding of love?

love hurts a bit. sometimes it's hard to understand because the recipient is so far away, in so many forms. you can try to love your way through the distance, you can do your best to mend it, but even if you do, it still hurts.

What sacrifices has your character made for love, and were they worth it?

again, non romantic? he left his entire life behind and joined the protocol so he could protect his community, his friends, his family. he severed ties with himself, and a chance to get to grow and live his life as himself, all so he could protect those he loves most. and he'd do it again.

How does your character's cultural or familial background influence their views on marriage and relationships?

meh. he had a bit of internalized homophobia that he got over by age 18. his cultural context makes it so he's more open/understanding about non traditional relationships though !!!

Does your character have a relationship that everyone else misunderstands?

i wouldn't be shocked if people thought weird shit from his relationship with eloi. but not really, he's pretty straightforward.

How does your character handle rejection or unrequited love?

he... hasn't! yet, at least. knowing him though, he'd act like it didn't hurt him and then cry and mope in the shower for WEEKS. protective tough front and all that.

What lesson about love is your character still trying to learn?

how do you love? how does it work? how do you keep it working? how do you earn it?

How has your character's professional life affected their romantic relationships?

i mean yeah his current boyfriend is also his coworker lol

#sparklers : asks #vessel : david ''silver'' gutierrez

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a-wayfairing-stranger · 7 months ago

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Goodbyes. (Jon Snow x OFC)

Jon and Karella see each other one last time before they say goodbye forever.

It was raining as Karella walked through the castle, the harsh rain was laced with sleet, and no doubt it would snow overnight.

Karella didn’t care to dwell on the next day, The King and his party, would be leaving Winterfell, back to the capitol, and Jon Snow, who she had grown quite fond of, would be joining the Night’s watch, and they’d never see each other again.

Jon was in their usual meeting spot, tucked away in the corners of one of the hallways, on a bench, Ghost at his feet, who’s red eyes opened at Karella’s approach.

“Ella.” Jon greeted, still somewhat formal, they had known each other for a week, and she had only just convinced him to not call her Lady Lannister.

“Jon.” Karella replied, sitting next to him and reaching down to scratch behind Ghost’s ears “Any news on your brother?”

“No change.”

“I suppose that is good…at least he isn’t worse.”

Bran Stark was Jon’s younger brother, only seven, and as of right now he was in his sick bed, crippled, after slipping from one of the castle’s towers, the Stark’s had all been in a dower mood since, and Karella found herself praying for the boys recovery, even though she didn’t know him.

“You’re leaving tomorrow.” Jon commented “You might be lucky and miss the snow.”

“You’re also leaving, for the wall I’ve heard, to take the oath.”

“What place is there for me here?” Jon looked away, a mixture of sadness and anger on his face “My Father will go with you, taking the girls, Lady Stark will not wish to have me here lingering around like a bad smell, not with Bran in the state he is.”

“But the Night’s Watch is so..” She hesitated, trying to find the right word “Lonely.”

“I have an Uncle there, I shall not be alone.” He sighed “I would be far more lonely here, I assure you.”

“Then why not go with your Father?”

“A bastard at court? That’d be the day.”

Karella stared at the back of Ghost’s head, he was right, but she wanted him to come to King's Landing, she didn’t want this to be the last time they speak, she wanted to spend more time with Jon, to get to know him more, to walk through the gardens of the castle with Ghost at their heels.

“I don’t want this to be the last time I see you.” Karella whispered “I have enjoyed our time together.”

When she looked at Jon, he was looking at her, with his grey eyes full of sadness.

“Ella..” His voice was soft, “You deserve more than I can give.”

Her cheeks flushed, she wasn’t aware she had made her feelings quite so obvious

“Isn’t that my choice to make?”

“Your cousin is going to be King, Your Aunt is the Queen..”

“Stating the facts doesn’t change how I feel.”

“But they should, This isn’t something that can happen, we both know that.”

“Its unfair.”

Jon chuckled, “You sound like Arya.”

“She is an intelligent girl, I shall take it as a compliment.”

She tried to laugh, but it came out as a sob, and before she could stop them, red hot tears were streaming down her cheeks

“No..don’t cry..”

She felt hands cup her cheeks and thumbs brushing away the tears

“Ella, please..”

She opened her eyes, and through her tears, could make out the blurry outline of Jon’s face, inches away from hers.

“My Aunt is pressuring me to choose a husband, and for a foolish second I thought you might fill that roll.”

He smiled, it was tinted with sadness, but also happiness, an odd mixture of feelings that she too herself was experiencing.

“In another life, Karella Lannister, I would have loved to have been your husband.”

“I’ll hold you to that, in my next life I shall seek you out.”

He leaned in and kissed her, softly, brushing his lips against hers, unsure in his movements.

Karella had never kissed anyone before, well not like this, sure she’d kissed Llwellyn’s cheeks a few times, but that was hardly the same.

She kissed him back, if she were to never see Jon again, she would at least have this memory to hold on to.

After that felt like an age, but also no time at all, since Jon’s lips touched her time seemed to freeze, the universe could go on without them, she wanted to stay like this forever, frozen in time, just the two of them.

Ghost nudged his way between them, Causing them to break apart and Jon laughed.

“My apologies, Ghost..” He laughed, “I am taking Ella’s attention away from you.”

Karella rubbed between Ghost’s ears, and laughed

“Of course there is only one man for me, and he has white fur and red eyes.”

“Who am I to compete with that?”

Jon rubbed Ghost’s snout

“Ella…will you meet me here, at midnight?”

Karella was surprised, her mind leaped to conclusions, finding the meaning in his request, she shouldn’t, He wasn’t her husband, he was….he’s Ned Stark’s bastard, her Father and Aunt would be angry if they even knew that they’d shared this kiss let alone anything else.

“I will.”

She smiled at Jon, still stroking Ghost’s ears.

“Fantastic.”

#OC: Karella Lannister #game of thrones oc #jon snow

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casspurrjoybell-29 · 11 months ago

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Forging Ties - Chapter 17 - Part 1

*Warning Adult Content*

When Skye woke up the next morning, he found that the others were still asleep, so he crawled out from between Hamish and Duran and crept out of the room.

He yawned as he descended the stairs and ran his fingers through his hair, trying to smooth out some of the tangles.

Sera and Everett were sitting at one of the tables with the robot standing next to them, so Skye approached them.

"Good morning, Skye," Sera said.

Everett glanced up from the rectangular device with a digital screen that he was poking at with what looked like a small pen, nodded at Skye, then went back to what he was doing.

Skye's fingers itched to reach out and take the half-eaten omelette on Sera's plate but he tried to be polite.

"Can I have that?"

"Why don't you sit down with us and we'll get you some breakfast of your own?" Sera offered.

"Just tell the robot what you want and it'll tell the people in the kitchen."

Skye gave the robot a distrusting glare as he sat down next to Sera.

"Chicken."

"I'm sorry, that item is not listed on the menu. Could you please..." the robot started but Skye covered his ears and made an "ahhhh" sound until it stopped talking.

Sera sighed loudly.

"Robot, for goodness sake. Just go and ask in the kitchen if they can make up a plate of roast chicken."

"I will inquire in the kitchen," the robot said before walking away.

Sera turned to Everett.

"Can't you give that robot some social awareness?"

"Oh, I'm sorry," Everett said. "What happened to wanting a simple robot? Do you know how complicated social awareness is?"

"Maybe for some..." Sera said.

"Oh, no, no, you're right," Everett said as he tapped at the screen with his little pen. "Silly me. I had the 'clueless dickhead' slider set to one hundred. Let me just... oop. There we go, back down to zero. Problem solved."

"Okay, okay," Sera said. "Point taken."

Everett shrugged.

"I'll play around with it and see what I can do. It'll be funny if it fucks up, at least."

Skye looked up as Hamish, Duran and Slone came down the stairs.

"Good morning," Sera greeted as they walked over. "Sit down and I'll buy you some breakfast. The robot should be back from the kitchen in a moment."

"Thanks," Hamish said, sitting down next to Skye and slinging an arm around him.

"We're from far-off lands, so we don't have any local currency."

"Miriam was telling me all about that last night," Sera said. "I'd like to give the trip there a shot, if you'd like. The robot's about as smart as a brick at time but it has better odds than any person of navigating those waters."

"That'd be great," Slone said. "Like Hamish said, we ain't got any money on us but if you get us back home I'm sure we can work something out. Can't say I'm rich myself but my pack'll take care of the debt."

"Miriam also promised payment but I daresay we'll sort it all out," Sera said.

"But not over breakfast. Here, the robot's on its way back. Tell it what you want."

"Whatever meat they got ready to go is fine with me," Slone told the robot.

Everett eyed the robot as the light on the side of its head spun.

"I'll check in the kitchen to see if they can fulfil your request," the robot said and Everett nodded, satisfied.

"Just a bowl of whatever's hot," Hamish said.

"I'll check in the kitchen to see if they can fulfil your request," the robot repeated and Everett gave another nod of approval.

"Porridge, please," Duran told the robot."

I'll check in the kitchen to see if they can fulfil your request," the robot repeated once more.

Everett slapped his hand down on the table in frustration.

"Porridge is on the menu."

"Yes," the robot said. "But there are many reasons an item may not be available even if it's listed on the menu. Porridge is made up of multiple ingredients and it's possible that..."

"Stop," Everett said. "Nobody likes a pedant. Just go and put the orders in."

"I will take the orders to the kitchen."

Duran watched the robot as it walked away.

"Does it have feelings?

"Oh, yeah, of course," Everett said. "I programmed it to do everything I say and then I gave it the ability to feel bad about that, just 'cause. No, it doesn't have feelings. It's just a machine."

"Sorry, I didn't mean to sound accusatory or ignorant," Duran said. "I used to be a slave, so I'm a little sensitive to these things."

"Ah, fair enough," Everett said. "Where I'm from, this dumb can of bolts is like a children's toy. It's about as basic as you can get and still have it be useful. It can seem like a person sometimes but it's not one."

"It's my enemy," Skye informed Duran.

Hamish squeezed his arm tighter around Skye.

"Has it been giving you a hard time again?"

"It tried to not give me chicken," Skye told him.

Hamish gasped.

"Mean."

"Yeah."

"Another friend of ours will need to come along on the boat, if that's okay," Duran said. "She's not much to look at but she's harmless."

"We've already got one of those, so what's one more?" Everett asked.

"Just have everyone loaded up by dawn tomorrow," Sera said.

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sadfruittheatre · 2 years ago

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An Appeal to Pathos

Mirin approached the little shack that was surrounded by far too many flowers. It was a clearly well tended eyesore, and it was a shame that once Mirin was done, there would be no one to tend to it anymore... at least, it would be a shame for someone who cared. But that was a thought for another day. Today, he had other plans. Mainly, establishing an alibi. His true race being discovered so quickly was not something he'd prepared for, but he could easily work around that.

He knocked on the door and was soon greeted by that spineless little whelp Coulie called a husband.

"Oh! M-Mirin, hello! After everything that happened the other day, I... I didn't think you'd want to come by here..." he stammered in a voice so soft and irritating that Mirin wanted to snap his neck then and there. But again, that was for another day. Today, he gave a gentle smile that had become his well-practiced persona's trademark.

"I admit, things were a bit of a mess, but I assure you, there are no hard feelings! In fact," he paused for effect, "I was hoping I could talk to Coulie and perhaps... clear some things up. Is she home?" The little purple thing nodded.

"Come in, a-and make yourself at home! I'll go get her!" He exclaimed before scrambling through the shack and out the back door. Mirin didn't have to wait long before the other demon came rushing back inside, her pet oddly not in tow.

"Mirin!" she greeted him, sounding out of breath. She was clearly nervous. He held back the urge to laugh. "What are you doing here?"

"I just wanted to talk to you about... the other day," he explained. He paused, glancing over at the back door. "Is... He not coming back?"

"No, there was an emergency with some of the plants," she replied. "He's going to be taking care of that for awhile." Ah, a distraction to protect her little tumor of a husband. She really had gone soft, for her to wear such a weakness so openly...

"Oh, that's a shame," Mirin sighed. "...But perhaps, it's for the best."

"Why?" she asked, squinting at him suspiciously. "...So help me, if you even think about laying a hand on him--"

"Goodness, no! I haven't come here to hurt anyone!" Yet. "Everyone keeps ascribing such horrible motives to me!" he protested. "I merely want to talk."

"Then say what you want to say and leave," she warned. There was a slight fear in her voice that betrayed her bravado. He doubted she was even aware of it. Either way, it was cute how hard she was trying. Mirin raised his hands defensively.

"Look, I understand you have no reason to trust me. For all you know, I'm obviously a demon and lying about it! And since when are demons up to any good? ...Besides you, of course--" The jab was too much to resist. He laughed it off as a playful joke to hide his disgust in the utter waste standing before him. "...But please, I want you to hear me out."

"...Get to the point," she hissed.

"Right, right... Well, you see... You're not wrong. I am a demon." He saw a look of recognition, then vindication, then anger flash across her face all in a single moment as the gears in her head finally began to turn.

"So, I'm right. What do you have to gain by telling me this?" Mirin smiled that well-practiced smile.

"Hopefully, some understanding. You see, I'm a low class demon. As you're probably aware, being a low class demon isn't exactly a good life to live. I've lived in poverty and constant danger, having to fight day to day just to survive, just to exist... I decided, 'Why should I have to keep living like this?' So, I stopped being a demon and became a Kai." He shrugged, speaking matter-of-factly. This much was true, at least. How much else would be, it was hard to say... "It was rather easy to do, given that the universe I now call my home is something of a... dumpster fire, to use a Universe 7 expression. The Supreme Kai certainly didn't bother to do any background check of sorts. It's not the best life, but it's a step up from where I was... Which I'm sure you can understand, joining Lady Towa."

He delighted in seeing her flinch at the mention of her former master's name.

"...What do you plan to do now?" she asked, disappointingly ignoring his final statement. But, what else could be expected from such a disappointment?

"Do as I've said! Improve Universe 9! Make it more than just a single step above the worst parts of the demon realm!" Mirin lowered his head, putting on his most regretful air. "I know I'm hardly the first demon to try something like this to better their position in life, but what do I gain from flying too close to the sun? To die having never known peace? To live the rest of my days rotting as a prisoner in a Time Patrol cell? Perhaps my methods weren't the most... honest, but I just want to put my dark past behind me and live in peace. Isn't that what you want, too?" She hesitated to respond, but it was all he needed to know what she was thinking.

"...What do you expect me to do with this information?"

"Preferably keep it secret. After what happened the other day, for it to come out that I actually have been lying about my identity this whole time would be such a betrayal to so many people..." He looked into her eyes. It was obvious she didn't quite believe him, but she looked to be considering his proposal anyway.

"...I'll keep it a secret," she said sternly, the fear in her voice gone. "On one condition."

"Oh?" Mirin raised his eyebrows. A counter offer? This could be fun...

"Don't you dare lay a hand on Aneas. If I find out that even a single hair on his head is out of place, I'll..." He laughed.

"An easy condition! I've no intention of harming him!" Yet. "As I've said, I just want to live in peace. That being said, I do hope you keep your end of the bargain as well."

"So long as you keep yours, we have a deal," she replied, sticking out her hand. Mirin smiled a more genuine smile and shook her hand.

"We have a deal, then!"

#writing #aneas #tw: SO MANY MEAN FUCKING WORDS ABOUT ANEAS HONEY I'M SO SORRY

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introverted-scribblings · 3 years ago

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Proxies with a "Housewife" S/O

Just because I said "housewife" doesn't necessarily mean afab, just that general attitude.

Masky:

This man would be so soft for you omg

His life is stressful. Being a proxy is hard, time consuming, dangerous, etc.

Please take care of this man, he needs it.

You know what he would love? Homemade dinner.

He would love to eat something you made for him after a long day of work. Just to sit down with you and have a nice meal.

Treat him to this and he’ll melt.

You’re just finishing up the sauce for the pasta dish you were making for dinner when the front door opened rather harshly before being slammed shut. He must’ve had a rough day, you find yourself thinking. You can hear Masky grumbling about something in the other room and the rustling of fabric as he removed his jacket. “I’m in the kitchen!” You call out to him and listen as the heavy footsteps approach the room. Glancing over your shoulder at him, you smile. “Welcome home, dear. Dinner will be done soon,” you say.

The stress he feels from the day seems to just evaporate into thin air in your presence. Stepping up behind you, he places his hands on your hips and presses a kiss to your shoulder. “You’re amazing,” he mumbles.

“I try,” you laugh. “Go wash up, I’ll meet you at the table.” You smile as he leaves your side and quickly finish up preparing the two plates before bringing them to the table. There’s nothing like eating a warm meal with the one you love.

Hoodie:

You… will have to clean up after this man…

I honestly don’t think he’s aware of how much of a mess he makes

Between tracking in mud from the woods and blood from his kills

You’ve gotten very good at cleaning the carpet

If you bring it up with him, he’ll try to be better about bringing in grime… he’ll try

But sometimes he’s tired and just doesn’t notice

He’ll always appreciate you cleaning up after him, though he's a little embarrassed about it.

Hoodie was so relieved to be going “home” to you for the night. He was tired and simply wanted to rest in your arms. As he walked through the front door, he was greeted with a hand to his chest, preventing him from walking forward. Looking down he saw your face decorated with a small frown. You clear your throat and point down at his mud covered boots. He couldn't help chuckling, but obliged and kicked off his shoes, leaving them by the door.

Your frown is replaced with a smile as you laugh along with him. “I just cleaned up after your last visit, love.”

He looked around at the tidy home you made and started to grin. It felt so normal, so domestic, and he loved it. You squeak as he picks you up in his arms and carries you further into the house, prepared to hold you and relax for the rest of the night.

Toby:

This boy is kinda clumsy

His clothes tend to get torn up a lot due to general carelessness

Guess who gets to fix them!

He would so appreciate it, it shows him that you care

If you feel like getting fancy, embroider a little heart on his shirt

Boy. Will. MELT.

“I’m sorry…” Toby says, jacket in his hands as he watches you pull out your sewing kit. He managed to tear the sleeve again while he was out on a mission and it was too big of a rip to ignore.

You click your tongue at him. “Don’t worry about it, darling. Accidents happen and I don’t mind making repairs,” you say with a smile. Taking a seat on your sofa, you hold out your hand to take his jacket, which he hands you without hesitation. He watches as you thread the needle and begin mending the tear, humming lightly as you do so. “Why don’t you tell me about your day?”

He grins and begins to ramble on about various topics that popped up throughout the day. He loved talking to you, he loved that you listened to what he had to say, he loved that no matter what he brought, you would fix it. He loved you!

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yeeunjia · 3 years ago

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hiii can i request a sunghoon smut wherein he is busy with his works and reader just want his attention for the whole night but frustrated hoon accidentally yell at her but quick to feel bad and start pleasuring her as to show how sorry he is. hehe im sorry if im confused u!

▬▬ 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐍 - 𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊.

I dom!sunghoon x fem!reader [smut] MINORS DNI!!! ▬▬ masterlist, here. feedbacks or requests, here. feedbacks, reblogs, follows, or likes are appreciated! thank u! mwuah! ฅ՞•ﻌ•՞ฅ ▬▬ genre : smut and just a little bit of angst at the start. unprotected sex, fingering, cunnilingus. ( warning : 18+ content. again, minors, please dni. ) ————————————————————————— You wanted his attention so badly. He’s been like this for days. Coming home late from work, giving you a simple “hey.” and that’s all. You understand how his work is important for him but you’re still his significant other, he could’ve at least payed a little more attention to you. Even so, at least he was healthy. He was eating well and made sure not to overwork himself. One day, you just really felt touched starved. It was a normal reaction, considering that his work did make him avoid you for a while. It was around 10 pm when he arrived. Once you heard the door knob rattle you knew that it was him. You hurriedly stopped what you were doing as you wanted to greet him. “I missed you! How was work?” you say as you gave him a hug. You didn’t even hear a response. Just a short pat on your back. You knew a part of him was stressed. You wanted him to at least open up to you even just a little bit more. You waited for him to finish taking a shower so you two could have a proper conversation. When he was finally done, you tried to get his attention. “Hoon, baby?” you called out. “Mmm..” he mumbled in response. ”Can we please talk? Even just a little bit? I know you’re busy but at least just a little attention? Just this time.” you say, slightly pouting. ”Not now, (y/n). Just a few more days. I need to get this done.” that’s the 5th time he has said that. Always the same response. ”But, hoon..” you whine. “Not now.” he says, a little more frustrated. “I just want a bit of attentio-” “FUCKS SAKE (Y/N) I’M TRYING TO WORK? I’M SURE YOU’RE AWARE OF THAT?” he cuts you off and yells by accident. He never wanted to. You flinched a little bit. You clearly got startled with his sudden action. “Is his work really more important than me?” you thought to yourself. “Jeez, park. If you didn’t want that you could’ve at least said it a bit nicer, no?” you reply, turning away, now feeling upset. After an hour, Sunghoon went in the room, finally realizing what he said to you. He felt awful. You were right, after all. He seemed like he cares about his work more than you which was not the truth at all. He approached you, wanting to apologize for what happened, except, you failed to even notice him. You got startled when he suddenly began to speak. “Hey. I’m sorry for what happened earlier.” he said, turning away a bit. After a few moments you finally broke the silence. “It’s alright, Hoon.” then silence again. “Oh- right. Have you eaten? I can prepare a meal-” you try leaving the room, only to be stopped by Sunghoon pulling you close to him. “Hoon?..” you call out, readably confused. “I’m sorry, I really am. You’re so good to me. Although...a simple ‘sorry’ is not enough. So...” “So?...”

“So let me make you feel good.” he whispered against your skin, gently nibbling on your neck. “It’s midnight, hoon. Won’t this disturb the neighbors?” you breathe out. “And? What about that? I need an answer now, doll.” You slowly closed your eyes, another familiar feeling, a beastly desire you’d feel in certain moments. This was one of it. You didn’t want to stop. You know you want this. “Then...what’s making you hold back, hoonie?” you reply, feeling him smirk. “That’s a good girl.” he breathes out, then bites you gently making you gasp. His hands traveled to the back of your thighs. He then suddenly found himself wanting to rip the fabric covering you apart. He quickly pressed your back against the wall, bringing your lips together. Your fingers found their way into the locks of his hair, tugging at them slightly, making him groan. You felt him guiding you to lay on the bed and you comply. When he took your clothing off and started crawling on top of you, he couldn’t help but stare at your flustered look under him. He starts trailing kisses and marks on your neck, down to to collarbone, and lastly, your thighs. The glint of excitement in this eyes did not fade. The sensation made you more aroused. After leaving a few marks on your inner thighs, he began eating you out. It felt good. Way too good to be true. Your vision became blurry and your mind was cloudy. The way you moaned turned him on so badly, making him play with your clit using his tongue more, wanting to hear you louder. You were a mess and he like- no, cross that out. He loved it. You were close to finish and he was aware of this. He started sucking on your clit wanting more of your juices. “Don’t cum until I say so.” with this being said, you knew you were fucked up, but still decided to comply. You were being good to him. Sunghoon was weak for you and you were weak for him. “Shit, I need you. All fours. Now.” he says, changing your position. He positioned his dick on your entranced, rubbing it gently, making you whine and flustered. “Please..” you groan. “Please what? Words, (y/n). I want you to use your words.” he teased. “Please fuck me. Ruin me.” you couldn’t stop yourself from moaning loudly as he inserts it in you. He started with a fast pace, there was no better melody to him than your voice. He was restless. He went faster every time he felt a step closer to releasing. He went as deep as he could, tears now rolling down your cheeks because of the immense pleasure. You were both close so he went faster. You were tight around him. Heaving breathing, moans, and praises from him were the only thing that could be heard. You let out a loud groan as you finish, later feeling hoon twitch in you too. He got the signal and came on your back. Without saying anything else, he leaned forward, capturing your lips with his. Your neighbors definitely heard that midnight fuck. ————————————————————————— this was shorter than expected and i’m not quite satisfied with this. i apologize if there are any grammatical errors or typos. i might work on this again soon or make a playlist for this! <33

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leggerefiore · 3 years ago

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▲Yandere Subway Bosses with Willing S/O▽

psych if you think i still won't make this creepy

cw: yandere, kidnapping, implied drugging, unhealthy consensual relationship?

▲Ingo▼

● Waking up bound to a bed was not at all how you expected your morning to go. Your memories were hazy and bled into one another, making it difficult to distinguish. It felt like your brain was pounding against your skull, slumber refusing to leave your eyes. A Chandelure eyed you eerily from the edge of the bed before floating out of the room.

● Footsteps are heard, growing louder as they approach the door. You feel confused when Ingo stands in the door frame, eyes seemingly glowing from how they caught the light. “My dear, you're awake. How are you feeling? I know hypnosis can have some side effects on humans,” he approaches carefully and places his cool hand to your forehead. You lean into his touch, body suddenly feeling overheated.

● Hypnosis? What was he talking about? You seriously were unable to recall. “I can't remember anything properly…” your voice is weak, and a dryness consumes your throat as you speak. His eyes narrow as his hand moves to stroke your cheek. A chaste kiss is pressed to your forehead, and he promises to return with some water.

● Ingo tells you about how he kidnapped you with distressing ease, silver eyes darkened with some undercurrent of unknown feelings. His hand grips yours tightly before he presses a kiss to your knuckles. “I love you, please let me take care of you,” he softly begs. For some reason, you are inclined to let him. Life had been stressful previously, living paycheck to paycheck while trying to find your little place in this big world. Letting go and having someone else decide for you felt strangely nice. He teared up when you genuinely agreed.

● The first week, he leaves bound with a heavy heart, afraid you may be playing him for a fool. You weren't. His affection was complete accepted and even reciprocated. The few moments he grants you temporary freedom, your hands never seem to leave him. The second week, you're given free-range in the apartment. You never try to escape.

● He nearly breaks down when he comes home to you cooking him a meal. His arms encircle your waist, and he whispers into your ear, “You are much too perfect… The outside world was always a dangerous place for you. Let me give you everything.” You find yourself agreeing again.

● Everything continues building, you aren't allowed to leave, but sporadically, he will take you out with him. Expression terrifying to anyone who gets too close to you. You are held close to his side while the grip on your arm is constricting. It's so easy to believe you're a normal couple. In some ways, you are.

● He proposes to you before a year comes to pass. Naturally, you accept it. Ingo brings you close and refuses to let you go. A small ceremony is held with his family and closest friends in attendance. All seem aware of your peculiar relationship, but are happy you are so willingly toward him. None are surprised by the announcement of a child not long after.

● Old friends try to pull you from the unhealthy relationship, but there is no helping those who do not want it. You are content to surrender yourself to Ingo's will. Life was easier since he stashed you into his apartment. Money was no longer a concern, stress was nonexistent, and you were given whatever you pleased. All you had to do in return was be Ingo's loving stay at home partner and never leave.

▽Emmet△

○ You woke up to an itchy feeling. Trying to move your hand to scratch it, you found yourself bound to a bed. Everything was sluggish and incomprehensible. You focused on the itch and saw a Joltik rubbing against you. It squeaked when it saw that you were awake. Running, off you noticed a few others appear from seemingly nowhere to join it.

○ Sudden, loud thumping rushed to where you laid bound. A smiling face greeted with you pure delight. “Darrrrrrrrling! You woke up. I was concerned. Safety check: how do you feel?” Emmet asks with a careful tone. He walks up to you and sits on the bed beside you. His hands feel over your body for any tender spots.

○ “I feel thirsty… Everything feels heavy,” you told him, realising he actually wanted an answer, “Did – Did you really drug me?” Emmet's grin turns malicious while he sneers at you. That was a 'yes'. Why had he done such a thing? Tears brimmed in your eyes as you stared at him, desperate for answers. He promised to get you some water and kissed away your tears. A sudden hug came around you as he buried his face in your neck.

○ Emmet explains that he couldn't take you being around others anymore, and he simply decided to take you and hide you from the world. All of his sentences lined with clinging, constricting affection. His hands refuse to leave your body. Eyes are filled with tender emotion and something that sent shivers down your spine. “I'll take verrrrry good care of you. Don't fight me, darling,” he cooed, lips pressing to yours, his tongue prods at your lip. You opened your mouth. There was no fight to be had. Life had beaten you down with crushing deadlines and apathetic managers. No longer would you lie awake at night, terrified of whether you could eat the next day. You trusted Emmet; your act of submission proved that to him.

○ He still is careful, leaving you bound for the first few weeks. It's quickly apparent you will not be running or resisting, however. His touches are leaned into and returned completely. You beg for them, even, loving the attention he lathered you in. Emmet is confident in leaving to roam the apartment, a precious darling as yourself deserves such a freedom. His keypad was sure to thwart any unlikely escape attempts. It never happens.

○ His heart is close to bursting with love when he comes home to you baking a cake for him. He's pinning you to the wall, a hand drifting down your side while he sucks and bites at your neck. Hickies litter your skin as he pulls away with clouded eyes. “All mine. You're all mine. So willingly, too. I love you verrrrry much,” his tone is a desperate, wild one that overcomes him in these moments. You press your lips together.

○ Time is passed at your own leisure in the nice apartment. Emmet refuses to take you out unless he absolutely has to. There's been a few times in which he tried, but the minute some got within a meter of you, he immediately dragged you back to the apartment. His pupils were shrunken, and his breaths unsteady. It was obvious how he couldn't bear you around other people. Your only company being him, his pokemon, his brother, or Elesa. You were fine with this.

○ One day, he gives you a ring and begins calling you his spouse. A ceremony or documentation are not required for him. You are his, and you accept it. That is more than enough. Ingo and Elesa congratulate you the next time they see you. Neither are surprised by the announcement of children that soon follow. Emmet was never the patient type.

○ Emmet complains about how you have been reported missing. You aren't missing, you're just disconnected from the disgusting outside world. You agree with Emmet, leaning into his side to comfort him. There was no urge to leave; there never had been. Emmet sighed and wrapped an arm around your shoulder to pull you in closer. Yes, you were quite content to be spoiled in Emmet's love and return it wholeheartedly.

#ingo x reader #emmet x reader #yandere pokemon x reader #yandere x reader #yandere ingo x reader #yandere #yandere emmet x reader

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