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primalsouls · 1 month ago

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'malipo' kinich x m!reader

I don't care how long it takes As long as I'm with you I've got a smile on my face

theme: general, fluff

warning: none, i think, maybe a bit ooc?

summary: (name) has been crushing on a certain saurian hunter for a while already and wayna was getting tired of just watching him stare at the hunter with loving eyes with no plans of making a confession. just how long until kinich notices?

notes: got some inspiration lol i finally got kinich a couple of nights ago xD I was so happy, so I started writing this fic for him lol hope you like it! reblog & comments, any feedback is appreciated!

(colored) eyes stared at the back of a certain saurian hunter. he was talking to one of the tribe’s elders. (name) sighed. a longing gaze watching the dendro user walk away with a small bag of mora in his hands, his annoying companion yapping away beside him about any little trait he could use to berate the other. with kinich out of sight, (name) returned to sorting through a box full of gems but another figure blocked his way, startling the young seller.

“you keep staring at him like that, he’ll feel holes burning in the back of his head.” joked the tribe's chief Wayna, a playful smirk displayed on his features. (name)’s cheeks burned, a pinkish hue decorating across them. “c’mon, when are you going to tell him? you’ve been pinning him since the day you came from Inazuma.” wayna added with a tilt of his head and his arms crossed firmly over his chest. (name) glared at him lightly, smacking the chief’s arm while gesturing to shush.

“shut up! you can’t say that aloud.” (name) huffed, walking over to the chief to return to his latest shipment. part of him regretted telling wayna about his secret crush on the dendro hunter. well, more like the older man found out within the first few weeks after (name) arrived in huitztlan and got rescued by kinich and the self-centered dragonlord k'uhul ajaw in a near-death attack by some of the wild saurians. Wayna, of course, teased the inazuman merchant for a while about his little secret crush on the hunter after promising not to spill it out to anyone else, especially on kinich, or worse, ajaw. but wayna was getting a little tired of the electro user just staring at the guy whenever he was around. it had been almost half a year since (name) came to natlan. he was surprised kinich didn’t sense those yearning glances… yet. maybe he already noticed but doesn’t bother looking into it. maybe he didn’t. wayna was curious now.

wayna sighed, shaking his head. “young people these days.” he said, looking over the seller roamed through his shipment. “you two aren’t staying any younger. you should confess, (name).”

“and for what? to get rejected? get made fun of and berated by the oh-so-great dragonlord k’uhul ajaw?” (name) said through gritted teeth, annoyance sipping into his tone. “i’ve rather died in the night kingdom than confess my feelings to kinich.” wayna winced at the last part of (name)’s statement. not wanting to get electrocuted, wayna simply patted (name)’s head and walked away to attend to other matters in the tribe. the merchant clicked his tongue before moving around his little shop to display the new various gems he received from kirara. as he pulled out another small box with more gems stored inside it, (name) noticed a pretty gem that had a familiar color of a familiar pair of eyes. oh, great. now kinich was beginning to affect his line of work. maybe he should confess… but how? no, maybe he shouldn’t. his feelings are only going to get hurt and he would have no choice but to move back to inazuma. archons, his mind tends to be exaggerating.

(name) shook his head. maybe next time. when he has enough courage to confess his pining feelings.

the gem matching kinich’s eyes was too pretty. (name) had no choice but to make it into a bracelet. it looked beautiful. just like kinich. ugh. he just can’t get rid of him. The saurian hunter kept plaguing his mind every day and night. his heart raced at just the mention of his name. (name) frowned. he put the bracelet away in his pockets as he walked down the dirt path leading to the scions of the canopy. he was still a long way from home. (name) had a delivery he needed to do personally, to make the gems the customer asked for delivered safely and he did so by delivering them himself. he should have just hired kirara. it was a long walk. too long.

“you pathetic, lizard-brain worm! you dared tried to defy the almighty dragonlord k’uhul ajaw!? you truly dared to invite the wrath of the almighty dragonlord k’uhul ajaw, a sovereign of the nation of flames!”

(name) paused. he recognized that voice. that aggravating voice. even from this distance, he could feel it getting under his skin. but if ajaw was nearby… does that mean he was too?

biting his lower lip back, (name) debated eavesdropping into their conversation. he shouldn’t but… archons, he sounded like a creep thinking this, he wanted to see kinich. it had been almost a week since he last saw him. it was just a little glance. that’s all.

quietly walking over behind a tree, (name) peeked over the trunk. ah, there he was. standing tall with his arms crossed over his chest, eyes closed as he let ajaw talk his ears off. but it wasn’t just him there. the legendary traveler and their companion paimon were there, too. (name) honestly didn’t pay attention to the other three. His longing gaze was set on the dark-haired dendro user.

wow. how can a human being like him be so pretty and strong-willed?

(name) sighed with a heavy heart and blinked. but when he looked over to where kinich stood, said hunter was gone. oh, no. the other three were still arguing with one another, so where had kinich gone to?

“i’ve seen the way you look at me when you think i don’t notice.” a voice spoke lowly behind him. (name) let out a small, frightened shout at the sudden presence of kinich behind him. his eyes widened. his face flushed brightly. his words quickly registered into his mind before shaking his hands in defend.

“wha-wha-what are you ta-talking about?” (name) cursed mentally for his nervous stutter, his (colored) eyes looked anywhere but at the saurian hunter.

“that longing look in your eyes… noticed it for a while now.” kinich answered, uncrossing his arms as he took a step closer to (name), who instead took a step behind. and they continued for a bit until his back met the tree, kinich never breaking eye contact.

(name)’s brows furrowed, his anxious gaze staring down at the ground beside him. a hand went into his pocket where the bracelet was, trying to see comfort from it.

getting no response back, kinich tilted his head as he leaned his face closer to (name). he was a few inches taller than him, finding the little height difference endearing. “started noticing it after the first month you stayed in the canopy. the way you have this yearning look in your eyes. they’re always set on me. you wouldn’t even flinch whenever i caught your stare.” oh, no. (name) inwardly groaned. he must have zoned out as he stared openly at the claymore wielder. the merchant wanted to dig a hole and died in it out of embarrassment. so kinich knew for half a year. how humiliating.

“i-i didn’t mean to… i’m sorry. i just, um.. I…” (name) was at a loss for words. he was sure his face was as red as those dendrobiums that appeared around the shipwrecks in nazuichi beach. his heart beat so fast, he was afraid it was going to burst out of his chest. part of him hoped so to avoid this worst-case scenario.

kinich shook his head at the unfinished apology. “there’s no need to say that.” he started, his own gaze now looking at the tree behind (name)’s back. “i’ve…been having the same longing look, too… towards you. for a while now.” kinich said, pulling himself together to look into (name)’s eyes, after said seller found the courage to do so too. he stared down at the other with a small intense look in his eyes before shifting his gaze back towards the trio he left behind. “i’m not busy right now. ajaw is busy with a couple of behavioral teachers right now, so… would you like to take a walk back to the canopy?” kinich offered his arm towards (name). The electro user stared at him in shock before smiling timidly, taking his arm in his own.

“that will be lovely.” (name) had a feeling wayna would be too surprised the moment they arrived at the tribe. his smile grew a bit, already feeling the teasing miles away. at the very least, things turned out in a good light, unlike what his overthinking mind had clouded inside his head. (name) was happy with this outcome.

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revelboo · 21 days ago

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Heels(Starscream) always had a special place in my heart, but more as a comedy relief character, but damn, your writing has actually made me feel bad for/love that dude. XD

I was the same way at first, but then I kept wondering why he acts the way he does and, well, you can see what I made of his character in the end.

Everything is Alright Pt 31

Starscream x Reader-lost

• This is the right thing. It hurts too much to be anything else. Your little hands shift on his palms, as he keeps you caged. More so he doesn’t have to look at you than any worry of you falling. If you start asking questions his resolve is going to shatter. It’s already so thin it’s fraying at the edges, but that dream has dug its claws into him and won’t let go. Not a possible outcome, a maybe, but an inevitable one that he can’t allow and it’s tearing at his spark. One good thing just for him alone, but he isn’t even allowed that.

• He’s quiet except for the faint sound of his wings shifting in little fits and starts, that little tell giving away that as silent as he is, his mind is busy as you peek through the servos caging you. It’s the frown on his lips that snags you, though. Not like he’s displeased, but something else you can’t put your finger on. Something is bothering him. He was like this when he left for the day, and now that he’s back, his mood is even darker as he carries you. He’d brought you outside again, but not for stargazing and that sense of something being off pulls at you. “Star?”

• That affectionate, little nickname rings through him and he almost shutters his optics. Because that just makes this so much harder. Servos flexing against you as he studies the overcast sky before dropping his attention to you as the breeze stirs your hair when he opens his hands. In the distance, thunder rolls. “Quiet,” he says, trying to keep his tone all ice when he’s anything but. It’s still not too late to turn back. Carry you back home where you belong. Be selfish again, because he needs you. Your little hands shift on his servos as he moves out of the woods and up onto a road.

• Isn’t he afraid of being seen if someone drives this way? You look around at the empty stretch of road, feeling an uneasy sense of familiarity. You know exactly where you are. Your car’s gone, probably towed away, but this is where you went off the road. Your fingers lift to that healed gash as your heart begins to race. The tree branches overhanging the road are broken and ragged where his wings had clipped them, the road surface pocked from weapons fire. It seems like a lifetime ago. Why bring you back here? “Starscream, what’s going on?”

• You cling to his servos as he bends and lowers you to your feet, holding on as he pulls his hand away. He can’t look at you, not while you’re staring up at him in alarm. Like you don’t understand, even though you must. Wings lifting stiffly, he forces his expression to empty, reaching for that cold indifference that’s been his armor so long. “Go home, human.”

• Your throat goes dry as you look up at those icy optics staring down at you. There’s no contempt in that stare, no bemusement. Nothing at all. It’s utterly empty and that cuts you clean to the bone, because he doesn’t care at all. He’d finally gotten tired of you? It’s what you wanted, right? A chance to escape, but you just feel lost. And as he turns and walks away without a look back, you can’t move. He leaps, transforming into that jet and it’s beautiful to watch even as panic paralyzes you. A rain drop lands on your cheek, the thunder lost to the scream of his turbines, your own cry too late. “Star?"

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sansaorgana · 8 months ago

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Can you write a Buck x innocent reader? Not smutty but maybe Buck finds it endearing how innocent she is?

hiii, thank you both for the requests! this story is the longest one [almost 5k words xd] out of all those "short fics" 😂 because I decided to go somewhere else with the plot this time... 👀 the Reader finds Buck hiding in her barn after his plane was shot down but I don't specify what country it is exactly (one of the occupied ones) 💝 she is sweet and innocent and shy and she saves his life so, like, how can he not be crazy about her? 😁

my inbox is open for blurb/short fic requests for major cleven 🤗

The sound of the American and German planes above you was common these days but it terrified you each time. Living in the countryside had many privileges – like being away from the main bombing targets – but it also could get dangerous when the burning planes would fall down from the sky. Your father was standing outside and watching them carefully, making sure they weren’t coming too close because you’d have to evacuate quickly if they did.

You were standing inside by the window with your mother – both scared and hoping it would be over soon. Then, a sound of loud explosion made you startle as you squealed and hugged your mother closer.

“It’s over,” your father finally went back inside and held you both to help you calm down. “The American plane went down in the forest. I’ve seen the parachutes but it’s none of our business,” he reminded you both.

“If the Germans come, what should we tell them?” Your mother asked. You had never had a plane go down so close.

“We haven’t seen anyone,” he pursed his lips.

Your father hated the Nazis but he also wanted to survive more than anything else. He didn’t want to get involved in anything that would bring death to his family. However, he still hoped the Allies would win.

In the evening you went to the barn as usual to check on your cow and to close it for the night. You approached her and patted her neck to caress her gently. You usually preferred animals to humans. They were so quiet and calm and they didn’t start scary wars with bombing planes, tanks and rifles.

An odd noise made you look around, scared. You were easily startled at anything these days and usually it would just be mice so you tried not to panic.

However, you spotted a few mice nearby and they were not in the same direction the sound was coming from. And the sound was nothing any mouse would make. It was… breathing. Sharp, muffled breaths.

“H-hello?” You asked and you swallowed thickly as you approached the dark corner of the barn where most of the straw was stored.

Your steps were slow and careful and then you saw something moving slightly and you spotted a pair of eyes looking at you… a pair of human eyes without a doubt.

Your whole body froze as your heart skipped a beat and your hands got cold and shaky. There was a man in your barn and you were terrified, not knowing what to do. You wanted to scream for your father but you were scared of what that person would do. You could run away but what if he was faster and would catch you?

“Hello?” He answered in a weak, raspy voice. “Please, don’t be scared,” he added but you kept standing there, petrified. “Do you speak English?”

You swallowed thickly. He had to be an American, you thought. One of those that had been shot down earlier that day. You had heard stories of them showing up to people’s houses like that. The Nazis wanted everyone to contact them immediately when such things would occur.

“I… I do speak English, yes,” you whispered. “My dad’s an English teacher,” you explained and you finally gained the courage to approach the man.

He was sitting on the floor in the darkest corner of the barn and he was holding one of his arms as his face winced out of pain. He was quite young and you could see his golden hair under all the mud and straw.

“Are you alright, sir? You’re American?” You asked.

“American, yes. I’ll be fine, just… Water, please,” he pleaded and you bit on your lower lip, not knowing what to do.

You should tell your father, no doubt about it. But what if your father would call the Nazis? He didn’t like them but he didn’t like the prospect of being killed either.

“I’ll bring you something. You just wait here,” you told him and he nodded.

He was completely at your mercy now, you realised. He gave you his trust, because you could just run out of the barn and call for the Gestapo. He trusted that you wouldn’t do that. He had no other choice.

You sneaked inside the kitchen to make sure your mum would not see you and you grabbed a bottle of milk and some cheese. Then you took a bun out of the bread bin and you went back to the barn.

“Is milk okay?” You asked as you crouched down next to the man to hand him the food. “I also got you cheese and a bun. I’m sorry the bun is not really fresh.”

“It’s more than I asked for… Thank you,” he took the food from you and you watched him eat it like a starving man. You noticed him wincing once in a while and that his shirt was torn on his arm and lots of dry blood around it.

“What happened to your arm?” You asked, quietly.

“I fell down when I landed and I hurt it,” he explained.

“It doesn’t look good. It should be disinfected,” you pointed out.

“I don’t want to be a bother. I will sleep here… if you let me… and I will leave in the morning. I don’t want to be a problem for you and your family,” he promised.

You remained silent. You felt bad for that man. He shouldn’t be travelling in his state and he was an easy target for the Germans in his uniform, especially being slowed down by his injury.

“I have to go before my dad checks on me,” you told him and he nodded.

You closed the barn and went back home with a heart feeling heavy in your chest. You had to tell your father about it and if he’d want to call the Gestapo, you’d just beg him not to.

“Papa, there is something I have to tell you,” you started as he was sitting on the sofa and reading a book. He raised his eyes to look at you and so did your mother, crocheting on the rocking chair.

“What is it, love?”

“There’s an American in our barn,” you announced and your parents looked at each other, terrified. Your father closed the book loudly and put it away. “I gave him some food. He is hurt.”

“You talked to him?” Your father stood up and you took a step back, scared. You were afraid he would get angry at you.

“I’m sorry, he is hurt… And he was thirsty and hungry…”

“You gave him our food? We barely have any!” Your mother was not pleased.

“Just a bottle of milk, an old bun and some cheese!” You tried to explain yourself. “I can skip breakfast tomorrow morning for that,” you offered.

“Enough. No one’s skipping breakfast,” your father furrowed his brow as a deep wrinkle appeared on his forehead. “Let me speak to him.”

“Be careful!” Your mother stood up and followed you both to the front door as she watched you walk towards the barn. Your father was carrying a candle with him.

“I will go first and tell him about you,” you whispered. “He might get scared seeing you and I saw he had a gun.”

Your father nodded and you pushed the door leading to the barn carefully.

“Hello, it’s me again,” you started. “Please, don’t get angry.”

“I am not angry,” you heard a voice from the darkness.

“I brought my dad with me. I had to tell him, I’m sorry… But he won’t hurt you,” you promised. The man did not answer. “Can I bring him inside?”

“It’s his barn. You don’t have to ask me,” he told you and you waved at your dad to come inside.

The candle in his hands made the whole room a little brighter and now you both could see the American sitting by the wall better.

“Who are you?” Your father approached him as he asked.

“Major Gale Cleven, sir. I was shot down earlier that day,” he explained. “Please, let me stay here for the night and I will leave tomorrow morning. I don’t want to be a problem.”

“You already are, son,” your father pointed out.

“Papa…!” You extended your hand towards him but he shushed you.

“If they find you in this barn, they will immediately know who you are. Come inside,” your father said and you widened your eyes. So did the American Major.

“A-are you sure, sir?”

“Yes, come,” your father handed you the candle and he helped Major Cleven to stand up and they slowly began walking towards the house. You closed the barn and followed them.

When they were inside, your mother was clearly unhappy but she didn’t say anything.

“Bring him some of my clothes. We have to get rid of this uniform and you have to take a look at his arm,” your father told her. “And you,” he pointed at you, “run him a bath.”

“I really don’t want to be a bother,” Major Cleven protested.

“That’s the least we can do to help any man fighting those monsters,” your father said and you sighed out of relief. For a moment you feared that he had lured the American inside only to tell you to call the Gestapo a few moments later.

You were proud to be his daughter.

You all went to sleep very late because of the hassle with Major Cleven. He was sleeping on a sofa, his arm was bandaged, he was washed and he had some of your father’s clothes on him. You woke up first and went downstairs to prepare breakfast for everyone but from the corner of your eye you watched the American asleep on the sofa in the living room which was connected to your small kitchen.

He was a handsome man and it was bringing heat to your cheeks. You had never expected to meet a real American pilot. Not here, not in this European village in the middle of nowhere. You thought of all the American things that you had known of – beautiful Hollywood actresses, pin up girls, Coca Cola, New York buildings… It all seemed more like a dream than a real place and this man sleeping on your couch was coming from it. It felt surreal.

You turned around to focus on preparing coffee and sandwiches with anything you could find in the fridge. You were so deep in your American daydream that you didn’t hear him waking up and walking inside the kitchen.

“Hello,” he greeted you and you jumped a little before turning your head around. “Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you,” he smiled softly.

God, he was gorgeous. Like from a movie.

“It is fine. I am… How do you say it… tamid?” You stuttered out. You felt awkward not knowing how to say it.

“Timid,” he chuckled.

“Timid, yes. I’m sorry,” you looked down.

“You don’t have to apologise to me. Your English is very good,” he assured you and your face lightened up at that compliment.

“How do you like your coffee, Major?” You asked.

“Call me Buck, please. That’s how friends call me,” he extended his hand.

“Buck? What does it mean?” You shook it.

“It’s just a nickname,” he explained. “And what’s your name, miss?”

“Oh, yeah, my name’s (Y/N). So, how do you take your coffee, Major?” You introduced yourself and quickly changed the subject.

“Black – no milk, no sugar,” he answered.

“Well, I’m glad because we don’t have sugar,” you chuckled softly. “We haven’t had it in a long while now,” you explained.

“Your family is very generous,” Buck took a cup of coffee from you and your fingers brushed for a brief moment. You felt butterflies in your stomach.

“My father is against the Nazis,” you told him. “He has friends in the local resistance, he will introduce you to them. But we have to wait for your arm to get better first.”

“Thankfully it looked worse than it truly was. Your mother is skilled with these things,” he gave you yet another dashing smile.

Was it an American thing to do to smile so much…? Either way, you didn’t mind.

“She is a nurse,” you told him.

“And you?” He raised his eyebrows and you looked down again.

What were you supposed to tell an American pilot? It felt embarrassing.

“I want to be a teacher like my father… But now I can’t study much, I have to help around the farm. We have our cow, some chickens and a small garden. We used to have a boy coming here to help us but he’s… Well, he’s been killed. It’s difficult,” you explained.

“I’m sorry to hear that… But hey, being a teacher sounds great,” Buck patted your shoulder and you looked up at him in disbelief. He still had that charming smile on his face as he sipped on his coffee. “It’s so good, thanks,” he winked at you, trying to cheer you up a little.

“Y-you’re welcome,” you felt your cheeks heating up and then you heard footsteps on the staircase so you went back to preparing sandwiches since your parents had already been awake.

Buck stayed at your place for a week to let his arm heal. In the meantime he had written a letter addressed to his British base that your father had handed to his friends from the resistance. Buck wanted his friends to know that he was alive and safe.

He was helping around the house and since both of your parents had their regular jobs in the town nearby, you would spend most of your days with him. He was helping you around the garden and with your cow and chickens. He was a funny and charming man and you couldn’t help yourself but to fall in love with him.

You were a shy girl from a small village, you were nothing like those stunning American girls you had seen in the magazines. Your English was not perfect and your stories were not even half as exciting as his. You knew very well that there was no chance that a man like Buck would ever even see you as a woman in a romantic sense. He was a gentleman and he always treated you with respect but nothing more than that.

One time when you were in the garden with him, you spotted a familiar German soldier approaching you and you panicked inside.

“Don’t talk to him,” you told Buck as you faked a smile at the soldier. “Hello, sir!” You greeted him.

“Hello, hello, I’ve been around, decided to check on you. I saw your parents in town and thought to myself you must be all alone here,” he leaned on the fence and squinted his eyes at Buck. “Who’s that?” He asked.

“My cousin,” you explained as your heart was pounding in your chest. You clasped your hands behind your back to hide your nervousness.

“Cousin, huh? Hey, cousin!” He called for Buck and he looked up but he didn’t say anything as you had told him. He couldn’t understand your conversation anyway. “What is he? Mute?”

“Actually, yes, he’s…” you lowered your voice, “...you know, not quite right. In the head, I mean. They sent him here to help around the house because his family is sick of him. His sister got married and she doesn’t want him around at that time, you get me…”

You felt awfully bad for this lie but it was the only way to explain why Buck wouldn’t speak a word. If he tried to speak your language, he would be immediately exposed as an American. He’d be taken to some captive camp and your family would be killed. Or he’d get killed, too. It depended on the German, really. And this one was known for being quite nasty.

The soldier looked you up and down and then he chuckled to himself.

“Sure, sweetheart. Well, have fun with your cousin then. See you around.”

“See you around, sir,” you waved at him nervously and you watched him walk away.

“What happened?” Buck asked quietly.

“Nothing. He wanted to know who you are,” you explained with a soft smile. “I told him we are cousins and that you can’t speak because you’re, well, slow,” you admitted with a shy giggle, afraid of his reaction.

Buck found it funny, though. He laughed and shook his head.

“And you came up with that lie on a spot?” He asked.

“Well, what else was I supposed to do? By the way, this German keeps coming around all the time and talking to me. I’m glad you’re here because every time he comes by when I’m alone, I get scared,” you admitted. “He’s like that with lots of girls ‘round here. He only talks but it’s still scary,” you gasped and Buck furrowed his brow. “I think he likes it when we’re scared of him. He asks questions and all that. He’s known for being a brute when things get serious.”

“Yeah, I don’t like it that you’re stayin’ here all alone,” he admitted with a nod and your cheeks heated up in an instant.

You were waiting for your father and Gale while sitting on the fence with your ankles wiggling in the air. You were worried about them because every time your father would visit his resistance friends, it could end badly. Especially now, when he was walking with an American by his side.

And as much as you wanted Buck to go back to his friends, you were also sad that it was time for you to say goodbye to him. You knew it was selfish, but you hoped he would stay for a longer time.

You saw them at the horizon and you sighed out of relief. You jumped back on the ground and ran up to them.

“And? And?” You asked, excitedly.

“We’ll talk inside,” your father gave you a scolding look. Buck smiled at you and you smiled at him.

In complete silence you walked back home and sat by the dining table together.

“Major Cleven leaves tomorrow morning,” your father told you and you faked a huge smile, although your heart broke. You really hoped you would get a few more days with him.

“I’m so happy for you, Buck,” you told him. “I wish you all the luck on the way.”

“Thank you,” he nodded.

“(Y/N),” your mother looked down at you while squinting her eyes. You had a feeling she had known about your crush on Major Cleven. “It’s time for you to check on the cow and lock the barn.”

“Yes, mama,” you sighed and left the table to go outside and straight to the barn.

After a while, Buck joined you.

“What are you doing here?” You asked him with a sad smile, trying to hide that you had been crying silently.

“Well, it might be my last evening but I’m still here and I want to help,” he told you.

“I can handle that,” you shrugged your arms. “I can handle everything on my own. I had used to before you showed up,” you added.

Buck didn’t say anything to that. He looked down and blushed a little. You looked away and focused on caressing the cow to calm yourself down.

“I feel bad for leaving you here,” he admitted.

“But what does it change?” You asked and he looked up, furrowing his brows. “I mean, really. What does it matter at all? You’re from a completely different world and I’m… well, me,” you swallowed thickly, trying to fight the tears forming in your eyes and ignoring your throat squeezing tightly. “I am just a village girl in the middle of nowhere, from some place you cannot even pronounce properly. I have never tasted Coca-Cola, never seen a Hollywood movie, only seen pictures in the magazines. I’ve never had lipstick or rollers in my hair. I’m less than ordinary. But it’s fine. It’s how it is here. And you…” you hesitated for a while before taking a deep breath in. “You’re from a different world. You’re so confident and so charismatic and so brave and so… American,” you chuckled through the tears. “So what does it matter that you feel bad about it? You have to leave. This is not your world. You would leave sooner or later.”

You tried not to look at him but his silence forced you to lay your eyes on him. He looked like a beaten dog and it made you feel bad.

“I’m sorry,” you apologised but he approached you and held your shaking hand in his. You looked up and he leaned in closer to your face but he visibly hesitated as if he had no idea if he could do what he wanted to do. Your heart was pounding in your chest. You couldn’t believe that it was happening.

You weren’t confident enough to give him a proper kiss. You only pecked his cheek delicately and he smiled gently at you.

“You’re such a sweet girl,” he raised his free hand to caress your cheek, “and none of the things you said were true. You’re not less than ordinary. You’re very special but you don’t even know that.”

“Me? Special?” You sniffed your tears back as you shook your head in disbelief.

“You’re a girl one in a million, I mean it,” he brushed your chin with his fingers. “I will never forget you.”

“I will never forget you,” you told him sadly, knowing perfectly well that it would be you who would truly mean your words for the rest of your life.

A man like Major Cleven would move on easily. But you couldn’t blame him for that.

It was the autumn of 1945 and you landed your first job in the local school. Since you weren’t qualified to teach regularly yet, you were supposed to look after the younger children. Either way, you were glad for this job opportunity which would bring your family extra money and some job experience for you.

You often wondered what Buck was doing. Had he come back home? Had he been caught? Killed? You didn’t want to think of that possibility. Had he met someone…?

You didn’t have his picture; you hated how you almost forgot some details of his face already or the exact sound of his voice. You promised to never forget him and you were sure you wouldn’t ever forget a man named Buck. But you couldn’t help forgetting all those little things that were making a real person and not a vague concept of an American you had known a long time ago and loved… Like you were an old woman telling stories to her grandchildren.

The bell rang and all the kids packed their bags before running outside. You were slower with your things as you had no things to be in the hurry for. You walked outside and took a deep breath in, enjoying the fresh, crispy air and the cool breeze on your face.

“Miss (Y/L/N)! Who’s that man?” One of the boys tugged on your cardigan and you looked down at him.

“Hm? What man?” You asked.

“That man over there! He looks like those American pilots I’ve seen in the newspaper!” The boy widened his eyes and your heart skipped a beat as you looked in the direction he was showing.

It couldn’t be him, could it?

You spotted a man leaning on the school’s fence. His golden hair was slightly ruffled by the wind, he was wearing sunglasses and chewing gum nonchalantly. What made him look like an American pilot the most was his leather military jacket, though.

“B-Buck…?” You whispered to yourself as you ran up to the man.

“Need a ride home, doll?” He greeted you with a smile as he pointed at the car behind him with his thumb.

“Buck…!” You screamed as you opened your arms and hugged him tight. He picked you up and spun you around as you giggled. “What are you doing here?!” You asked when he finally put you back down.

“You thought you’d get rid of me so easily?” He teased and you burst out in happy tears. “Shh,” he cupped your face and lifted it gently to make you look at him. “Hey, hey,” he took his sunglasses off and looked deeply into your eyes, “hey, I’m back. I’m fine. Are you fine?” He asked, worryingly.

“Y-yes,” you nodded through the tears. “I’m just… I’m just happy,” you confessed. “There was not a day I did not think of you…”

Buck smiled at that and brought you closer to his chest. You breathed in his scent and sighed.

“Please, tell me it’s not a dream,” you sobbed again. “Because I’ve dreamt it a million times before already.”

“It’s not a dream, my sweet girl. I promised I wouldn’t forget about you.”

“But you didn’t promise to come back,” you pointed out.

“I didn’t want to make promises I was not sure if I am able to keep. I didn’t know if I’d get out of this whole mess alive,” he rubbed your back and moved away slightly to look down at your face again. “Hope you haven’t married anyone in the meantime?”

“Are you crazy?” You laughed at him through the tears.

“I mean it, doll, have you met someone?” He asked and you shook your head. “Good. Because I really, really, really, would like to take you out on a date,” he told you and you felt butterflies all over your body.

But… It might have not been a dream. Yet it still felt too good to be true.

“Why me?” You asked with a more serious expression on your face and he furrowed his brows. “I mean, why? Why did you come back for me? I’m sure there are dozens of beautiful and kind women that would love to go out on a date with you. And you didn’t have to cross an Ocean for them.”

“Why you?” He asked as if he couldn’t believe the question because the answer was obvious. It wasn’t obvious for you, though. “You saved me. Your kindness, your generosity, your big heart – they saved me on that night. You could have left me there in the barn or call the Gestapo on me. You were terrified of me, I could see that. But you were too good to let me die, you were so brave. You saved me. And I’ve never met a girl as sweet and kind and beautiful as you,” he caressed your cheek with his thumb to wipe some tears away. “And I know you don’t feel this way about yourself, doll. But I’m gonna change that. I’m gonna tell you this every day until you believe me.”

“This is all very sweet, Buck, but… What I said back then, it’s still true. We are from two different worlds. The war might be over now but it doesn’t change the fact I’m just some village girl from Europe and you’re an American hero,” you shook your head.

“I’m not a hero,” he laughed softly. “And America is not that different, my sweet one. It’s not like in the magazines you’re reading. Anyway, I could stay here, too.”

“You don’t even speak the language,” you laughed.

“I’m a quick learner,” he shrugged his arms. “And I wouldn’t mind working at the farm while you teach. I just want to be with you,” he admitted casually as if he hadn’t just devoted his whole life to you and you only.

Your eyes widened at him. He really did mean that.

You threw your arms around him and let him spin you around once again as you giggled.

“Miss!” A whiny voice made you both turn around and look at the annoyed little boy. “So is he an American pilot or not? How long do I have to wait?!”

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#euryno-j47 #lovely anons #sansaorgana: Answered #*buck #lilysfiction #gale cleven x reader #austin butler x reader

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vrystalius · 1 month ago

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Muzan’s only weakness.

Talking to a strange individual every night for months now made you start to feel a little more for the handsome man who calls himself Muzan. But after leaving you alone for so long made you doubt that he ever felt anything for you.

Flufftober prompt: “You love me?” “Always have.”

Pairing: Muzan x gn!reader

I really hope this is the prompt you meant @aethien11-blog , I wasn’t really sure! But I hope you enjoyed this, I’m always so nervous when writing for mutuals XD. If you didn’t like this or meant another prompt, please let me know and I’ll definitely write a different one!

You first met Muzan after he had saved you from a creepy man followeing you through the park. He offered you his coat for warmth and company to walk home with, but that walk quickly became longer and longer, choosing one detour after another just to keep talking. This gentleman claims to be a divorced, wealthy businessman who has a sickness that keeps him from leaving his home during the day. He has a pale complexion and beautiful dark hair, his eyes a rare reddish colour and his nails well kept and sharp. He is intelligent, well-mannered and mysterious, his presence alone causing tingles across your whole body. That tingling moved you to ask him for another meeting the following night, and the night after that, and the night after that.

Muzan brought you a gift everytime you two met; beautiful flowers, beautiful hand-crafted vases he claims to have received from a colleague, food that he never ate himself, clothes that are more expensive than your existence and jewerly fit for a shogun. He is spoiling you, truly, and all this man wants in return is a piece of your time and your grateful smile. At first, you believed Muzan is just buying favours from you just to bed you in return, but he never attempted to do such. He never even tried to kiss or touch you in any ways, always kept a respectable distance and continued to be the nicest gentleman. Perhaps he doesn’t want a relationship, or at least that’s the impression he gave you while sitting on your porch only to talk to you the whole night.

But his last visit was three months ago, so what do you know? Nothing. Muzan never opened up to you in any way, only interested in your boring life and never talking about his own. You barely even know the man you were missing so much.

The first night of him not showing up, you were incredibly worried for him. Perhaps Muzan ran into trouble and needs help, but after the second, third, fourth, tenth, twentieth night of him not returning, you stopped sitting outside in the cold, alone, waiting like a pathetic dog awaiting the return of it’s owner. You felt ashamed for missing him so badly, even though he left without ever saying goodbye.

Until one night, a soft knock lured you to the front of your house. Opening the door revealed the man you were thinking about for three months straight. He was dressed in his signature black suit and his white, freshly ironed pants. A small smile spread on his face. Muzan presented a small but neatly arranged bouquet of flowers. He was acting like he never left.

“I hope I haven’t upset you for leaving you alone for so long.”

He took a single step forward, standing in your doorway. His presence felt oddly calming and your heart started to flutter. It felt more full, as if a piece that was previously missing now filled the hole. You couldn’t help but smile and take the boquet out of his hands. His pale hand lifted slowly and cupped your warm cheek.

“I wasn’t sure you were going to return…”

Muzan lifted your head, making you look at him. You saw something soft behind his eyes while he looks at you. You felt his finger gently brushing over your cheek. His touch made you feel something you buried after the first week of him not returning— hope for love.

“You believed I wouldn’t return? I apologise. I should’ve notified you about my leave.”

His voice was warmer, quieter, softer than the last time you heard it. Much gentler. It made your mind race and thoughts return back to the question you used to ask yourself during the nights you waited.

“Do you even care for me, Muzan?”

Your question made his finger stopped moving against your skin. He stared at your face, the shine in his eyes dimming. His other hand slowly lifted to cup your other cheek, angling your face slightly. His fingers brushed your hair strands to the side while Muzan admired you silently without saying a word. Warmth pooled inside your stomach in anticipation.

“I do. I care for you greatly. I beg you to believe me.”

Muzan took a deep breath. He averted his eyes for a moment as if collecting his thoughts or preparing to say something that heavily weighs on his own heart.

“I love you. I love you so much.”

His voice was quiet and shaky. You saw how vulnerable he looked and how much it took him to say this. Your heart felt like it was about to burst out of your chest and a huge smile spread all over your face. Your hand brushed over his chest, feeling his racing heartbeat. Gods, he’s so nervous, yet he looks so confident and casual. His hand wrapped around yours.

“You do?”

“Always. I always have.”

The shine in his eyes returned, and yet something darker taking over his expression. The grip in you tightened slightly as he leaned down to you, pressing his lips up against yours. Your breath hitched slightly at the metallic taste of his lips, your hand gripping his shirt tightly. Muzan’s tongue teased in between your lips, asking for permission to go further. He pushed you inside your house, pressing you against the wall of your entrance hall. His hands hungrily travelled down to your waist, giving you a small squeeze and pulling your hips against his. He took the forgotten bouquet of flowers out of your hands and threw them aside for the moment onto a cupboard.

“I love you. Allow me to make up for the times I neglected you.”

🎃

I hope you enjoyed this!! I started writing around three times until I got satisfied with this, this challenge is really hard for me XD. I’ll keep going though, it’s super fun!! Please send in some requests you’d like to see in the future <3

Anyways, make sure to EAT, SLEEP and DRINK enough!!

Take care of yourselves and happy Halloween season <3

Here are the lists of prompts you can choose from:

Flufftober (fluff)

Fictober (angst, fluff)

Whumptober (angst)

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kiyo-cant-write · 16 days ago

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hey, this is my first time sending a req, but can you write azul learning that reader has a crush on jade? like they tell azul and whenever they’re asked why they like him, they say something like “he’s cute” or “he’s so babygirl” or something and they’re just totally smitten

sorry if reqs aren’t open! ty <3

reader with a crush on jade talking to azul ✧･ﾟ

Thank you for requesting! Yes, they are open (for anyone wondering!) Very happy to write some biases because I have a personal situation atm that is very stressful for me /gen pos

I love this request and I am excited to tackle it. I saw a few ways for this to go and ultimately went with the most comedic route!

So I am sorry if you wanted unrequited love, pining, and angst. Feel free to request again with more details if you think my take wasn't what you were looking for xD

Anyways, enjoy!! ^^

Summary: [Name] has one person on their mind and his name is Jade Leech. However, the person they choose to share these sentiments with is Azul Ashengrotto, owner and proprietor of the Mostro Lounge. And he is so happy to hear about it (/s)

TW/CW: None

Notes: gender-neutral reader, the reader is Yuu/Ramshackle Prefect, they/them pronouns for the reader, pre-relationship Jade/Reader but Jade isn't really present for most of it in narrative-

Guest Stars: Floyd Leech, Jade Leech (mentioned, brief)

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Azul Ashnegrotto (& Jade Leech)

Azul is annoyed from the moment it comes up.

He thinks that this meeting will be about business and instead... It's about Jade. Jade? Not even the twins, literally JUST JADE.

He wants to sigh but withholds it for the first half to be polite.

[Name] is very passionate in their rant[?] about Jade.

They say many phrases that Azul does not understand.

He knows many things... slang just isn't one of those things.

He hardly understands why they are so captivated by Jade.

Jade isn't a bad person, outright, but to Azul, he's just... been there. The same could be said of Jade's twin brother, Floyd.

Azul wants this interaction to be over, it's awkward.

But [Name] did not answer, they just kept on yapping. /ref

This is getting tiring for the young merman. What even... is this?

As it continues, Azul finds himself starting to see their point.

This octomer maybe realizes that he is bisexual during this interaction. But he's not sure he wants to think about that yet.

He does not intend to help [Name] woo Jade unless they ask.

Floyd is also there. Being Floyd.

Azul was quite sure he didn't plan for this today. It wasn't on his schedule, he couldn't imagine why it would be. Who let them in? He sighed at the thought. He knew that this was an esteemed guest of the Mostro Lounge, he should be nice to them, they were a "friend" to him now, after all... And he valued them within reason...

Floyd had gone as far as to say that he and [Name] were the "best" friends of the group. Azul didn't really care. But he supposed the value must be true if the twins were interested. Jade seemed equally enthusiastic about this when it had been discussed.

Sigh. But this? This was pressing every button he had in the worst of ways and he was having trouble ignoring it. Every word grated on his last nerve and made him want to scream (and that would not be good for his image!).

"[Name]..." he began, only to be cut off by their (ongoing) speech.

"Azul! Don't you just love Jade?"

Azul paused. What? What did [Name] just ask me? Had he misheard them? He had to have misheard them. There was no way...

Composing himself, he answered.

"He is an associate of mine, yes—"

He was cut off by [Name] before he could finish the sentence.

"But isn't he dreamy?" they asked him.

Double what? Oh, this was happening. Joy.

"Well, you see—" Azul began, trying once more to explain before he was cut off again by the over-excited Prefect of Ramshackle.

"I just think he's so babygirl."

"You... what?" Azul said, turning to them with enough force to be cause for worry about the state of his neck.

"I said—" [Name] attempted to repeat before he cut them off.

"No, I heard you," Azul told them, "You consider Jade as a woman?"

This had to be some kind of land thing. Right? That, or he was once again spending too much time with books and not enough time with real people. It was just as his mother and grandmother had always said back home under the sea. He sighed at the very memory of it.

"No?" [Name] said, "Well, I mean, unless I should. Should I?"

Azul thought about it for a moment. Jade wasn't one to care about gender but he had never mentioned anything about womanhood. Noting that he answered their question with honesty.

"...He hasn't said anything to me about the matter."

"Oh, good. I wouldn't want to misgender Jade."

[Name] seemed relieved.

"You. I. You?" for a moment, Azul was at a loss for words, "Nevermind. [Name], what in the world has you so captivated with Jade today?"

They seemed to melt a little at the mention of Jade's name. They were clearly... invested in Jade. Surely this wasn't normal? Was it?

"He's just so—"

Azul sighed, cutting them off to explain he understood the concept.

"A young girl, I heard you the first time," the octomer said.

"He's just so perfect I can't even right now!!" [Name] gushed.

A second sigh escaped Azul, he wanted this moment to end. It was painfully awkward to hear about his... colleague like this. Not to mention inappropriate! They should just go tell Jade about this interest they had. Why him? What did he do to invite this?

"That makes two of us, though my frustration hardly lies with Jade."

"Hm?" [Name] asked, confused by the statement.

What did Azul mean by that, exactly?

"Nothing, nothing," Azul assured them through gritted teeth.

Like that, [Name] was back on their Jade high.

"Just... Jade."

"Indeed, er, I suppose," Azul said, relishing in the quiet that grew between them as [Name] observed Jade working from afar.

Jade and Floyd were waiting tables today. Floyd had complained that he was not in a "cooking mood" and decided that running orders around the lounge was much more "fun." That one gave Azul a headache, but that was normal.

Regardless, Azul only had one thought as [Name] watched Jade...

Silence! Sevens, finally.

But as he took a moment alone with the subject, his mind wandered down every path that [Name] had suggested about Jade, about the world. What would be different if Jade were a woman? Was Jade attractive? These were possibilities that Azul had never entertained.

It was enough to push toward a headache if he wasn't careful. Too much new information could be harmful to the mind, he knew this well. But it was something that his thoughts seemed to hook into, holding on tightly as if to say "Try to take this from me."

Azul's mind was a montage of every moment between himself and Jade (Floyd was also there but that was not important at the moment) since they had come to land. From Land Camp to Night Raven College... He had spent a lot of time with Jade.

Had something changed? For him? Jade? Anyone? Floyd?

...Maybe not Floyd. Unless? Hm, the twins in this light. Men in this light. Men? Men? Oh, dear. Well... it was something to think on. Something to not tell Mother, or Grandmother... or Stepfather...

"..."

He stood silently until [Name] poked his shoulder.

"Uhm... Azul? Are you okay?" they asked him, seeming a tad worried.

"Hm? I am fine, I suppose. You've given me something to..." the octomer trailed off for a moment, "Think on, I suppose."

"I did?" they asked, confused at the statement.

He didn't want to elaborate on this just yet. Too soon, far too soon.

"You did," he told them, "Just some... New information."

"Oh," [Name] said, "You're welcome, then?"

They laughed albeit a bit awkwardly as they spoke.

"SHRIMPY!!" a voice rang out from across the room.

Ah, they were noticed by a moray. The moray was sprinting toward them, closing in. Closer, closer... Target acquired. Squeeze. It was much gentler than when Azul instructed Floyd with clients.

"Hi, Floyd!" [Name] greeted him.

"Heyy," Floyd offered, "What are you doing with Azul, huh? Is he keeping you to himself?~"

[Name] tilted their head to the side at the question. What did Floyd mean by that? They liked Jade. They thought Floyd knew that but they shrugged it off as a Floyd-ism.

"We were just chatting," they told him.

"Maa, sounds boring! Wanna come play with me?"

Azul was almost thankful that there was a distraction from his obvious inner confusion. He had to hand it to Floyd's eccentricities, they came in handy sometimes (not often, but sometimes).

The eelmer picked up the human and slung them over his shoulder with ease. This was why people were scared of Floyd. He has monstrous physical strength.

"Eh?? Floyd, where are we going?" [Name] asked him, holding onto his shoulder to keep from accidentally falling onto the floor.

"We're playing 'Let's Bother Jade'!" Floyd told them, running toward his brother at the same speed he'd run towards [Name] earlier.

Azul turned to see Floyd (and [Name]) inches from colliding with Jade (who was holding 4 plates of food)...

Imagine the rest for yourself~

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strrynigghts · 4 months ago

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unexpected news

— könig x fem!preg!reader

— cw/tw: pregnant reader, accidental baby, potential typos, 3am writing, babies, established early relationship, reader and könig don’t live together, illusion to house!wife reader though she has a job, fluff(?), english to german google translate, so I’m sorry if it’s not perfect! lmk if I’ve missed any!

— summary: y/n is pregnant with königs baby, and he finds out

— an: I apologise for my long absence! I’ve been on and off tumblr for a few weeks now. just have been busy and had major writing block unfortunately. I am officially moved into my new home, and my pets are a lot sometimes, especially with two jobs. I’ve been focusing more on life, rather than tumblr, hence another reason why I’ve been gone. this idea came to me when my bf and I talked about how many kids we’d prefer XD enjoy lovies :3

it was honestly an accident. you and könig got a little too into it one night, and the way you wrapped around him oh so tight, ugh. he couldn’t help it, ripping off his condom to stuff his seed deep in you, mumbling, “ich möchte, dass du die mutter meiner kinder bist, maus. bitte lass mich in dir kommen,” in german as he came inside, your eyes rolled back so far into your skull you couldn’t even comprehend what happened until you felt sick a few days later.

you’ve called out of work for the past week, telling your boss you have a bad case of the flu. but the pregnancy test in your hand had said otherwise. you were in fact pregnant, and you couldn’t help but slouch against the door to your bathroom, tears streaming down your face as you started wallowing in what only you could describe as self pity.

könig, ever the gentleman, bright you soups everyday up until he had a mission. but you wouldn’t answer the door, or his calls. you couldn’t face him. he was in the military for gods sake! he couldn’t care for a baby, and honestly, neither could you. your apartment was falling apart at the seams more or less, and you honestly felt terrible.

but it was on the second week, you decided to face könig and his coworkers. after a mission that went horribly wrong, you wanted to invite him and his team over. you made them their favourite foods, and even set up the table while they were on their way over. as königs girl, you honestly didn’t mind cooking for him, or his team. they were like his family, and you made sure your apartment provided them comfort when they couldn’t feel comfortable in their own homes.

when they arrived, könig was the first to greet you. “hello my maus,” he said softly, kissing you on the cheek before stepping further into your home, everyone else following behind him. they all sat and ate, while you messed with the food on your plate, your appetite not so much in the moment. you felt sick, so you excused yourself and dashed for the bathroom, bending over the toilet. “oh my love, are you okay? did the soup not help you? you’re still sick from before I left for the mission?” könig spoke softly, grabbing your hair so it was out of the way.

you kept lurching over the toilet, unaware that königs eyes locked onto the pregnancy test that sat semi hidden under a wad of toilet paper, his breath hitching as he glanced between you and the test.

“you’re pregnant?”

you whined, looking at him with teary eyes and a red face, nodding subtly. “I was going to tell you I swear! just wasn’t sure how you’d react. wanted to tell you when the time was right, könig.” sighing, you stood up, flushing the toilet as you looked at him as he eyed you.

in a flash, he pulled you into his chest, hugging you tightly. “I’m going to be a dad!” he laughed softly, grabbing your hand and pulling you back towards the team, shouting, “she’s pregnant! I’m going to be a dad!” they all smiled and clapped for him and you, saying their congratulations and whatnots.

you weren’t sure how’d this play out, but you were ready to go down this lane and see where it takes you, so long as könig remained by your side, and his team on the other, lending a supporting hand to you both when needed.

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#strry writes #könig #könig x reader #könig x you #könig mw2 #konig cod #könig cod #könig call of duty #könig fanfiction #konig x reader #könig x fem reader #könig x y/n #könig modern warfare #konig x y/n #konig headcanons #könig x pregnant reader #help i’m so tired #it’s literally 4:40am and I want to sleep :((#may or may not be feeling emotional today 🥺

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theemporium · 1 year ago

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lovelovelove your writing so much!! could i request Remus with bestie reader and she finds out all their other friends know he's a werewolf but no one told her (obvi she knows deep down bcus she's not blind or stupid xd) and just angst and reader being upset and mad and ignoring everyone

thank you!!! and thank you for requesting!🖤

part two

You weren’t mad that he kept it a secret.

You knew how the world viewed werewolves. You knew the stigma and stereotypes that were whispered about them. You knew even in the school curriculum, they were talked down upon and viewed as lower than witches and wizards. You didn’t agree with any of it, but the simple fact was that the Wizarding World didn’t want to accept werewolves as a part of their society.

So, it wasn’t a surprise to you that Remus decided to keep his secret hidden, and you respected it.

You even made a point of trying to help him out when you could, even if he didn’t ask. You made sure to talk a little softer the days after a full moon. You would try to be wary that if he snapped the days before, it was the wolf and not him so you wouldn’t get too upset about the matter. You would cover for him when other people questioned his disappearance.

You did it because Remus Lupin was your best friend and you loved him, and you respected his secret.

But that didn’t mean it hurt like a fucking bitch when you realised Remus told everyone his secret, he had confided in his friends for help, all except you.

It was a bitter realisation, like a slap in the face you weren’t quite expecting and it hurt a lot more than you cared to admit. It wasn’t even the fact he told them, it was the sheer principle that he trusted them to tell him, he wanted their help, he wanted them by his side—not you. That was what hurt the most.

You weren’t proud to admit that your reaction was quite childish, but you couldn’t stand to be in a room with Remus and the others, let alone talk to them which led to the cold shoulder you had been giving them.

At first, Remus assumed you just wanted to spend breakfast with some other friends at another table, so he didn’t think much into it even if he wished you were in your usual spot beside him. But then classes started, and you made a point of switching seats with someone in every single one so you were on the other side of the room. Then, before he could even reach your desk, you would be out the door in a dash.

Remus knew you were ignoring him and it hurt. It hurt that he was losing his best friend.

He thought it was just him you were avoiding, but later that night when he was sat with the others, they had all confessed they had experienced the same behaviour with you over the last few days.

“She completely blanked me in the corridor,” James said with a frown.

“And she missed out on our study group,” Lily chimed in.

“I heard she’s been hanging around Regulus and his group,” Sirius confessed, and that reveal alone caused the group to pause. You were by no means enemies with the younger Black brother, but they hadn’t realised you were all that close either.

“So, what? She’s just replacing us?” Marlene asked, but none of them had an answer. Remus wasn’t even sure he wanted to hear the answer.

It wasn’t until over a week later when Remus finally got a hold of you. It wasn’t his proudest moment to have all but cornered you in the library, but this was the closest he had gotten to you in almost two weeks and he wasn’t going to let the chance slip through his fingers.

“Why are you ignoring us?”

No response.

“Why are you ignoring me?”

But you still didn’t respond, instead trying to push your way past him towards the aisle you were heading towards before the boy intercepted your way. However, Remus moved quicker, now standing directly in front of you with his hands on your shoulders, but you quickly stepped away.

“Don’t touch me,” you stated simply.

A look of hurt flashed across his face. “Love—”

“No,” you seethed, the rage and anger and hurt you had been bottling up for the last few weeks now tipping over the edge. “No, you don’t get to ‘love’ me after everything you’ve done.”

“And what have I done?” Remus asked, exasperated.

You hated that your hands were shaking as you pressed a pointed finger against his chest. You hated that you could feel tears welling in your eyes. You hated that a part of you missed him despite the anger coursing through your veins.

“I thought we meant more than that, I thought we trusted each other,” you said to him, shaking your head. “Clearly, I was just an idiot for thinking that.”

Remus shook his head. “Of course I trust—”

“You told everyone,” you whisper-yelled, keeping your voice low enough so only he could hear you. “You told everyone your secret but me. You trusted everyone but me.”

The boy froze, taking in the words you had just said. His face paled and you tried to use the moments of shock to push past him, but the action of your shoulder nudging against his snapped him out of his trance. His hand reached out to grip your wrist, a pleading look on his face.

“I just wanted to protect you,” he said but the words fell short.

“And how did that turn out for you?” you retorted, pulling your hand out of his grasp before you left him standing in the library, dumbfounded and guilty as he realised he had just potentially lost his best friend, the one person that meant more to him than anyone else.

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elvenbeard · 5 months ago

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Old and Happy

😭 my feels have been all over the place since I finally finished this! Don't even remember when I started, as I kept working on and off on it over a couple of months. But I think it was after writing something particularly angsty and going "you know what, they will get their happy ending though, so it's all good".

Some details and thoughts below the read more cause it got long hhhh ;A;

This is in about 2087 maybe, roughly "ten years later". Vince changed his hair, ditched the rattail for good (or again xD) for something still colorful but a bit more easy to style. But he might change it up again, he's done so repeatedly and still likes to experiment with his hair.

Not visible, he probably would've added some elements to his back tattoo after surviving all of 2077. Johnny's tattoo he covered up as well, he would've done that first probably before the back piece. Adding some things here and there over time, with colors and patterns and wings, some cherry blossoms ('cause a thing of beauty will never truly fade away - hence just not getting laser removal but covering it with something that suits him more, but keeping some elements like the J and V visible). It started with three roses below the "V" as a little homage to Jackie, and 2077 as the year that finally put him on the right track in his life, even if it almost killed him in the process.

Overall he is a healthier weight than he was for most of his life, and finally got some therapy he desperately needed to deal with all the crap he went through pre-2077 already. He's not dyeing his first grey hairs because hell, that he's even still around to get some is amazing with his line of work and life story. And he realized that there's no need to be super well put togeher 24/7, clean shaven and whatnot, when you know you're just gonna be hanging out with your man and cat all weekend (and actually allowing yourself to something like that - leisure time and pizza in bed, unheard of to 2077!Vince). He's doing good and feels good and comfortable, physically and mentally.

Kerry also changed, also embracing the dad bod over abs, probably still experimenting with his looks a lot now and then whenever the label feels like they need to draw attention to him for whatever reason. But to the brown eyes he returned in 2078 already in my headcanon for the Sun ending timeline, and he stuck with them.

Overall I think he might finally care a little less about other people's opinions too, the buzz and the drama, cause he knows that at the end of the day there's always gonna be someone waiting for him at home who loves him unconditionally. He's a bit calmer and at ease, but of course still up to no good whenever he gets the chance to stir shit up xD Vince and him remain to be a dangerous duo you don't wanna mess with. At that point Vince is a well-respected, even if somewhat elusive, fixer, so he's probably even more dangerous now than he used to be as a mere merc with an arsenal of connections and resources at his disposal that can almost rival Kerry's.

I also gave Kerry a lil new cyberware piece on his hand - he is an old man and I think, using his hands as a musician on the daily, at some point there's just gonna be some wear and tear to your bones and joints only tech can fix anymore... Especially if you're stubborn and refuse to retire cause no, you're not done yet, you still have so much to yell into the world and music to make, stuff to add to your legacy and all.

Last but not least: Nibbles is an old lady already as well here, but living her best life with her dads spoiling her rotten, of course!

And then öalkshjdfagsdföasgdfaösfh ;___;

Y'know, "to bad decisions" and all, and two very different pieces still fitting together perfectly somehow, and light and shadows, and the sun and moon and yeah. ;___; Brb crying, the feels are back xD

Thanks so much for reading if you made it this far!! They mean so much to me and aösdjhfajsfhasfk could go on forever about every little detail xD On to the next drawing!

#cyberpunk 2077 #cp2077 #Cyberpunk2077 #cyberpunk fanart #cp2077 fanart #cyberpunk 2077 fanart #kerry eurodyne #kerry eurodyne x v #cyberpunk v #male v cyberpunk #masc v #otp: to bad decisions #art by me #screaming crying öakjshdfaasdfasfdhf #already been yelling on discord about trying to put everything into words for the past few days xDD #now I finally did it

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smashwolfen · 2 years ago

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Destiny

I had thoughts at work while half asleep the other morning, and this was the result.Turns out I hyperfocused so hard i finished it today so yay!

I subscribe to the theory Giratina eeby deebied Ingo to hisui on accident when Volo was first beginning to mess with Giratinas power ripping space time distortions to get Arceus’ attention, Ingo was just at the wrong place at the wrong time ;u;

And Akari/Dawn being given no clear answer about them going home after everything’s said and done is very unfair, but sometimes destiny is fickle like that...

Poem under the cut if folks cant read it and some bonus stuff!

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Destiny chooses who it will take,

It does not matter if it had been a mistake

In the light of all or by the shadow of none,

You are here now, O chosen one

To choose the tracks that you must lead,

Follow the line you now heed

Divert the path, change its fate,

Finish thy task before it’s too late

Destroy it all to make it right?

It is not written in black and white

Understand, learn, follow through,

To remember what’s lost or begin anew

It matters not if you leave or stay,,,

...For it was never your choice anyway.

I am not one to write poems and it might not all fit perfectly, but I was running around work when verses were coming to mind and I kept hiding in the back or in the freezer to jot down everything that came to mind, but I’m happy how it turned out in the end XD

I’m stupid proud with how Giratina came out, he just looks really nice, Arceus I’m not entirely happy with but I can’t figure out how to fix him the way I want to have him, so he’s just gonna be as is and I can move on!

And this weren't done completely digitally, the end result yes but almost every big project I start I always do with pencil sketches first, my digital sketching I feel is way too messy and I can be more consistent with my pencil and paper, so I just redo the lines afterwards, so here are the sketches to see how messy they can get with my dumb little notes and things~!

And a bonus close up, how I originally was going to draw Ingos face before settling on the finished version, man’s was gonna go through it XD

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quinloki · 5 months ago

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Birthday Request Event v2024

"It's my birthday and I'll write what I want to \o/"

Gift Details ♥ Reader Style: cisfem Character: Trafalgar Law Vibe: NSFW Consensual AU: Canon Prompt: Aphrodisiac Gift Giver: @supernaturallyginger

Summary: An accident in the lab turns your little alchemy experiment into a big, pink problem. One that, for once, has nothing to do with flamingos. (this ran a bit longer than I meant, but I didn't want to end it a few sentences after the set up XD )

Content Notes: manual masturbation, hand job, sex, hurried consent, but no dubcon, implied or otherwise.

This birthday party is 18+, consensual unless explicitly stated otherwise, and BYOB

Your experiment had been going great, until it wasn’t. The mixture destabilized unexpectedly and exploded into a fine mist. Fortunately the reaction hadn’t been a impactful explosion, but the fine particles had filled the lab you were working in.

Alarms went off because of the particles, and Law was at the door, yelling through it.

“Oi! Are you alright!?”

“Fine!” You yell back and start coughing. “I’m fine! Don’t - hack - do NOT come in!”

You were going to be fine. You’d been doing alchemy since before you were old enough to walk. Thanks to the constant exposure you were pretty much immune to any kind of chemical. But the dust had coated your goggles and you were having a hard time breathing because it was so thick in the air.

The Tang’s exhaust would clear the room soon enough, but you still made your way over to the door.

“What happened?” Law demanded, frowning at you from hall.

“Aggressive kinetic repulsion between the compounds.” You grin, and cough lightly as the air starts to clear.

“… You mixed things and they exploded.” He deadpans.

“There wasn’t a blast.” You insist, wiping the goggles clean and happy to see the room was clearing up. It took another few minutes before it looked safe and you stood under one of the vents and shook your whole body, sending a cloud of particles up and into the vent.

“Ah, it’s going to take hours to clean the lab.” You sigh. “And no one else can-.” You hear the door open and look over to see Law stepping in. “Wait you!”

“I’ve got my room up.” He says, and you can see the air around him is crystal clear, if not tinted a little purple as the fine mist of pink mixes with the power’s blue shift. It’s a small shell around him, but the thick dust is probably limiting how wide he can push right now.

“Just don’t stay in too long, I’ll get this sorted.”

“You’re really okay?” He questions after a moment’s pause.

You nod. “Yeah, I’m not working with anything I’m not already immune to.” You assure him, before shooing him out. It takes hours to get things cleaned, but you’ve wiped down the surfaces, stood under the little shower in the lab, pitched your clothes and put on a spare set of scrubs. Everything that can be cleaned is clean. The walls still need scrubbed, but hunger compels you to take a break.

You’re surprised to see Law outside the lab, reading a book, when you exit. He looks up as you smile down at him. It was a sweet gesture, and a useful one too. Not only was it nice to have company even if you didn’t realize it, but it certainly kept anyone else from wandering in.

“All done?”

“Almost, need a break and som-AH-CHOO!” The sneeze catches you off-guard and you don’t get your arm over your mouth in time.

You look at Law, horrified to see speckles of pink-tinged saliva on his chest. Law just looks irritated to have been sneezed on, but his expression changes when he sees your face and he looks down at his spattered shirt and chest.

“Shit.” You swear, and Law puts his hand up.

“Room - urk!” The blue tint expands and shatters, his concentration broken as a powerful jolt tenses his muscles and makes his blood rush. He tries to say something, but even just shifting to look up at you causes his clothing to set his skin on fire. Instead of words a needy moan drips from his lips, and he slumps in the chair, panting and clawing his shirt off.

Your brain breaks a little as you try not to panic about accidentally making an explosive aphrodisiac. You ran through the ingredients listed and tried to consider how it would function. The resulting explosion wasn’t your concern, you needed to sort out how to resolve Law’s situation.

“It works so fast, it should metabolize quickly too.” You say after a second. “We need to get you stripped and rinsed off to stop any more absorption, sorry.” Your apology is followed by forcing Law onto his feet and against you.

The captain was taller than you, but you weren’t carrying dead weight across the entire sub, just to the lab’s shower a few feet away. Once you got him under the shower head - and by the seas the way he shivered and moaned with every move was killing you - you let him sit there. You got the water going and started to help him strip.

Law did his best to help, but the water was torture. A necessary one, but he’s grabbing the soap and scrubbing everything he can reach. Every drop of water is a pleasurable jolt through him, every sud and stroke is edging him and the frustration is driving him mad. But the faster he can get cleaned up, the faster the shower will turn off.

Getting him out of his pants while he’s desperately getting himself cleaned off was a battle of your own will. He was hard and erect and leaking. You closed your eyes to stop from staring pulling your view down to his ankles and getting the wet clothes in the bin.

Once he gets rinsed off you turn the water off and step back. Naked, wet, panting - his hair’s stuck to his flushed skin and his cock’s twitching. It’s all your fault, in the strictest sense. At least when you were getting him stripped you realized what had happened. The dust had gotten on the bottom of his boots and neither of you noticed.

So he sat out in the hall for hours that way. The sneeze was just a catalyst at that point.

Law was swearing under his breath. Every time he reached for his swollen cock he’d pull his hand back. The soft moans were turning into strangled desperate whimpers, his legs open as he shifted his hips up into the air.

“I’m sorry, if this isn’t what you need, captain.” You say before getting down on your knees between his legs. You looked at him and saw him nod his head.

Gripping him carefully he nearly cries out. Gently, but with enough pressure, you stroke his shaft. Law comes undone, body shivering almost violently as he scrambles to try and hold onto something in the shower stall, head thrown back and pushing his back off the wall.

It was hard to tell when he finally came, the steady leak of precum coming out just a little thicker and a little faster. It was enough to slick your hands better than the water - and you didn’t dare use your saliva until you had time to brush your teeth.

You watch him carefully. Putting more pressure in your grip you pump his twitching shaft harder. Mumbled thanks fall from his lips, between the desperate gasps, and grunts as he cums again, and again.

Eventually sweat replaces the dampness of the shower, and the humid huffs of air from his lips are deeper and stronger. The flush on his skin is still there, but he’s only trembling when he cums. Something he has more control over, his own tattooed hand gripping his cock, bringing himself to climax when your hand started to cramp.

You felt like you should leave him to it, but he’d requested, if not a little timidly, for you to stay and watch. To watch him. You had no objection, but you did have a small, persistently growing issue. Once the initial panic had subsided, and once you’d realized he would be okay, your body started to react.

He was hot. He was always hot. He’d been stoic and mysterious when you’d first joined the crew, and then reserved and awkward the more you got to know him. He was smart, if not socially awkward, but kind. Supportive.

But the sight and scent of him now was… intoxicating.

You hadn’t felt effected by anything for years. Not like this. It wasn’t the alchemy. It was just him, and his scent, and you wanted so much more, so bad it was painful. It wouldn’t be fair of you to ask right now, or maybe ever, but once he was done you could just go somewhere and-.

“You… want me, right?” He husks, and your body jerks. He grins, hand slowing and readjusting his sitting position. “It’s okay. You have a terrible poker face.” He says, grinning and catching his breath.

Deciding not to over think it, or not being in a position to over think it, you take the scrub pants off and put your hands in his as he helps steady you while you straddle his lap. You help line him up with your dripping lips, sinking down slowly.

Hands on his shoulders you sigh as he stretches you, filling your slicked pussy kindly. It feels even better than you imagine and you exhale a swear as your thighs press against his hips and you swear you can feel his heartbeat from his dick.

“Even better,” he whispers, leaning in to kiss you before you stop him.

“The stuff,” you say rolling your hips. “I haven’t - if I kiss you, you’re going to get dosed again.”

Law frowns and your heart skips a beat. It’s not just the compound, the feeling behind it is mutual. You swear you hear him growl before he grabs the scrub top you’re still wearing and pulls it up. You’re confused for a moment until he prompts you to open your mouth and puts the bunched up fabric between your teeth.

“This way I won’t kiss you on accident.” His hands wander up your sides, wandering over your breasts as he places kisses in the middle of your chest.

The kisses continue while his hands move down to your hips, and he urges you to start riding him. You moan into the shirt, fingers in his hair as he lavishes your chest with attention. He brings his knees up to help brace you while you’re leaned back enough to give him such access.

One hand grabs the meat of your ass, his other shifting enough that his thumb can tease your clit while you ride him. The rush of sensations, coupled with the unintentional teasing from earlier whip you into a frenzy quickly.

“Please, please,” you huff and his grip tightens as he pulls you down onto his hips roughly. You can feel the hot rush and the extra slick from his orgasm to know he came again. You were so close, but he only stills long enough to put you on your back.

A surprised squeak escapes you as he pulls the shirt up enough to cover your face, hands on your legs and he’s buried back inside you, thrusting desperately. Every slap of skin sends a jolt through you as you pant and moan inside the shirt. You’re not muffled this way, and you don’t have to hold back, so you let pleasure spill from your lips as the usually quiet captain rails you.

“Cum for me, please. Fuck you feel so good. I want to feel you cum against my cock. I wanna fuh-fill you up, one more time.” He huffs, voice demanding but barely above a whisper. “A dozen times more. For as long, as you want. Please, cum for me, I’ve waited - wanted - needed - for so long.”

You lower the shirt, wanting to see him, wanting him to see you. “Ah-almost, almost, please, don’t stop, just ah - HNNGH!!” The pleasure slams into you, and your grunted cry of pleasure turns into a gasping, shuddering cry as Law continues to thrust into you, fucking you through the orgasm.

A few more heavy thrusts push into you as satisfied sighs leave you both, Law’s pleasure leaking out of you.

Wet, disheveled, in need of another shower, in need of clean clothes. You smile, basking in the moment, and enjoying the look of love, more than just lust, that’s in your captain’s eyes. Though, maybe captain won’t be the right label. Not after all this.

A worry for another day.

Law leans down and kisses you, and you return the gesture, humming appreciatively for a split second before realization dawns on you both.

#birthday request event #birthday request event 2024 #one piece drabble #reader insert #x reader #trafalgar law #aphrodisiac #re: other parts of the request - I hope alchemist was good witchy vibes ^_^

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spinningwebsandtales · 1 year ago

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Imagine Going On Patrol With Optimus

Optimus Prime X Human FemReader

Rating: G

Warnings: None

Word Count: 831

(A/N:) I am totally not going to apologize for the fangirl I will become after this weekend! XD I am so dang excited for Transformers Rise of the Beasts it’s not even funny! I had to write a little doodad for my favorite Autobot/Transformer ever. So this is complete and utter self indulgence! Join me in my indulgence for an alien transforming robot from the planet Cybertron! XD Until next time happy reading! ~Countess

Your life had been completely normal and mundane until gigantic robotic aliens from space crashed into your life, literally. Now you were a part of the team, helping in anyway you can against the Decepticons. The Autobots had been skeptical on what you could possibly offer in terms of help, when you finally proved yourself time and time again. You had gained Optimus Prime’s trust and friendship and you couldn’t say that you were mad about that. He quickly became your favorite and you always felt safe in his presence. Every day that passed you grew closer and closer to the prime, until you found yourself spending majority of your day with him. You found his presence soothing and he felt the same about you.

It had been a long day as the Autobots once again had to fight off several Decepticons. In the middle of the battle you were growing concerned as many of your team were falling injured. Now that the battle was over your body and mind were completely exhausted. But no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t go to sleep. Giving up you slung the covers off and started to walk around the base. Several soldiers saluted you as you passed by, you saluted them back while mindlessly walking around. Your thoughts kept going back to the large Autobot that you cared so deeply for. You shook your head trying to banish the thoughts when you noticed that your mindless walking brought you to the Transformer side of the base. Even spaced out you found yourself drawn to the large mechanical beings. You spotted a flash of blue and red as Optimus was transforming into his alt mode for a round of patrol. Before the mech could leave you sprinted across the lot, waving franticly for attention. Optimus stopped his tires squealing in protest.

“Can I go,” you asked breathlessly looking expectedly at the soldiers. They shrugged before looking back towards the semi truck. Without a word Optimus popped open the passenger door giving his permission, wordlessly. You didn’t waste time with formalities and just jumped in. The door shut while you buckled yourself in. All was quiet between you and Optimus as the scenery went by and the sound of tires rolling down the road sounded through the cab.

“I thought you would be asleep by now,” Optimus finally spoke, causing you to jump in your seat. “After the battle today you must be exhausted.”

You sighed tapping at the glass of the window. “I guess I’m too exhausted to sleep. So many of my men were injured today and I guess I am too worried to sleep. I much rather go on a drive with you than just lay there and stare at the ceiling.”

Optimus chuckled, “Happy to help.”

Silence overtook the cab before the radio flicked on. Optimus scanned the channels, going straight to your favorite station. He had the uncanny ability to know when you just needed silence instead of mindless chatter. The music began to soothe you as the scenery passed by. First you began to hum, enjoying the different tunes flowing through the speaker, until your favorite song entered the airwaves. You lost yourself, singing lowly before you were belting out the lyrics, completely forgetting where you were. Music always had a way with helping you forget your troubles and though you liked to sing, you never did in front of others. When the song ended, the radio lowered and you jumped in the seat when Optimus spoke.

“You have a beautiful voice,” he said.

The compliment made your cheeks flush at the realization on what you just did. You began to realize just how exhausted you were, it was causing your guard to be down. You were relieved it was Optimus and not anyone else that heard you. You couldn’t imagine the Autobot leader ratting you out to the others or teasing you about your impromptu concert.

“Thank you,” you whispered. Staring back out of the window, Optimus raised the volume of the next song playing. An idea suddenly popping in your head and a mischievous smile pulling at your lips. You tapped his dash, gaining the Autobot’s attention.

“It’s your turn this time,” you teased.

The rest of the patrol went smoothly as you and Optimus talked more. With no sight of Deceptions anywhere, Optimus pulled back into base and let you out before transforming. You stared up at the Autobot, a yawn keeping you from saying what you wanted to. He pointed towards the barracks, in a silent but gentle order. You nodded, too tired to even argue. The drive had lulled you and Optimus had soothed all the thoughts that were plaguing you. All it took was his strong presence to make your world right again. As soon as your head hit the pillow you could finally go to sleep and your dreams were filled with a red and blue Autobot that you love dearly.

#Optimus Prime X Reader #Optimus Prime / Reader #Optimus X Reader #Transformers #Optimus Imagine #Transformers Imagine #Imagine #Not My Gif #My Writing

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rafyki · 4 months ago

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Goth! Nico/ Surfer! Percy AU Part 9!

I'm back!! I hope you missed me as much as I missed posting lmao This chapter wasn't planned honestly, I wanted to write directly their beach 'date', but then this happened and I decided it's gonna be one more chapter before the date - sorry xD I bet y'all are tired of this slow burn, but i promise they're gonna get together soon!

(I hope the texting format is easy to read here on tumblr, but otherwise you can read it on AO3)

Enjoy~

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8

You can also read it on AO3!!

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Percy: Ehi, Nico! You have the afternoon shift tomorrow, right? Let’s hang out at the beach again after it?

Me: Percy, hi!

Me: So you really do know all my shift hours, huh?

Percy: What can i say, Im a great obsever

Me: Huh, are you?

Percy: For important things at least

Percy: so is that a yes?

Me: of course

Me: No need to tell you what time I finish, I guess

Percy: nope

Percy: 20ish right?

Me: yeah

Me: see you tomorrow?

Percy: yep

Percy: see you tmorrow!

Nico had been rereading the conversation for the best part of the previous night, and the first thing he had done after waking up had been checking his phone once again to make sure he hadn’t just made it up in his dreams. He knew the short exchange by heart now, yet he kept staring at it, reading it over and over again. Part of himself was afraid it would disappear if he so much as locked his phone and looked away for a second too long.

Their chance meeting at the beach three days prior still felt like a waking dream, like he had hoped so much for something like that to happen that he had started hallucinating. He wondered if hallucinations always felt so real, if they would let you to feel the water splashing against your legs, the warmth of the setting sun on your skin, or the pressure of a hand holding yours, the touch soft and warm, everything and more Nico had let himself dreaming about for the past months. The way Percy had smiled at him had been so beautiful that Nico’s mind probably wouldn’t have been able to conjure something like it if it hadn’t been real.

Still, it didn’t feel real.

Leo and Jason would have probably blamed the feeling on Nico’s self sabotaging tendencies. You’re allowed to have nice things, Nico, they would tell him.

Was he? Could he let himself hope that he could really have this? His heart was going berserk in his chest at the sole thought.

Percy had stopped to talk to him at the beach, Percy had taken his hand and held it while walking in the water, Percy had memorized his schedule and asked for his phone number; Percy had texted him first and asked him to hang out again.

For important things at least.

Percy had said that. Important. Nico wanted to scream.

His phone's sudden ringing almost made him jump out of his skin. It was Jason’s number, but it was Leoìs voice that greeted him from the other end of the line.

“Hi there, goth boy, so how ya feeling for your date today?”

“Not a date, Leo, shut up- and why are you calling me with Jason’s phone?”

Of course, Nico’s traitor heart stumbled on the word date. It wasn’t, and he couldn’t simply assume otherwise, it would make things awkward, wouldn’t it? And so far nothing had ever been too awkward with Percy - Nico surely wouldn’t be the one to make everything between them crumbling down for expecting too much.

“Not important-”

“He lost his phone”, came Jason’s voice. “Again. By the way, hi Nico”.

Nico rolled his eyes at their antics. “Hi Jason”.

“Anyway!”, Leo jumped in. “How are you feeling for your ‘not date’ then?”

“I hate you, Valdez”, Nico groaned, letting himself fall backward on his bed. His heart didn’t seem willing to stop running like crazy anytime soon, his hands were sweating from anticipation and tension.

“You’re freaking out, aren’t you?”

He put his phone on speaker just so he could set it aside, take a pillow, and scream into it.

Apparently, his suffering was extremely funny to Leo, because his obnoxious laugh came as a reply. “I’ll take it as a yes”, he said.

“Nico, I’m sure everything’s gonna be great”, Jason said. “You’ll have fun, get to know him better, and then-”

“Then you’ll finally date, hopefully”, Leo finished.

Once again, Nico’s heart skipped a beat and did a little dance in his chest. He threw the pillow aside. “What if I make a fool of myself though?”

“Well, your boy has made a fool of himself plenty of times already, hasn’t he? I mean, he knows your schedule by heart”, Leo replied. “So I’m sure you’ll be fine”.

Jason laughed at that, and after a moment Nico joined him.

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Nico expected his shift at the kiosk to last an eternity, stretching on and on to keep him apart from finally seeing Percy in the evening. And, truth be told, the first couple of hours were just like that, long and boring and way too slow.

It changed when his phone notified him of a new text.

Percy: i got work today so im coming to teh beach latr

Percy: ill meet you at the kiosk!

Nico’s heart was starting to become extremely good at doing somersaults in his chest. There were no customers at that moment, so he had time to reply, his fingers shaking just slightly as he wrote back.

Me: alright, I’ll meet you here then

Me: What time do you finish at work?

Percy: What, you wana learn my scdheule too?

Me: It's only fair, isn’t it?

And so, they ended up texting back and forth for a while and, after that, the time seemed to move faster, the day shining brighter, and Nico’s customers’ smile felt just that tiny bit more honest.

Nico’s internal list of the things he knew about Percy kept growing longer by the minute; he liked to text and wasn’t afraid to double text, his spelling mistakes were so atrocious they left Nico smiling and feeling so endeared it was almost ridiculous.

Nico’s nerves eased with every new text, his heart now beating out of excitement and anticipation more than fear and anxiety. The evening couldn’t come fast enough.

Me: Why are you spending so much time texting me instead of working

Percy: Why, arent you enjoying it :(

Me: not what I said!

Me: i wouldn’t be replying if i weren’t enjoying it

Percy: :D

Percy: im on break anyay

Percy: what abot you, youre also on your phone instead of workin

Me: there aren’t many customers today

Me: no one to buy the same old blue drink

Nico put the phone aside for a moment, hiding his smile behind his hand and hoping that no one would think he was a creepy psycho smiling for no reason. He had every reason to smile. Flirting was easier through text, even if he kept spending minutes on end before forcing himself to press send. The downside of it was that it was way more difficult to avoid it when Percy flirted back.

Percy: aww you miss me?

He wrote and then deleted a reply a few times. He was lucky Jason and Leo weren’t there today to see him being like this or they would have made fun of him for the rest of their lives.

It was strange. Nico was feeling embarrassed, but in an easy lighthearted way, and that made him feel just that little bit braver. Maybe it was because Percy was willingly spending his break texting him instead of whatever else he usually did; maybe it was the fact that he had the feeling Percy was feeling just like him.

He wrote a reply, looked at it for a few seconds and pressed send before he could overthink it too much.

Me: Maybe

Just then, before having the time to send a second text for damage control, a customer came and Nico had to put his phone down to serve them. His heart kept hammering in his chest the whole time, and his eyes kept stealing glances at the phone, hoping to see it ring. It was taking a little longer than usual for Percy to reply, and Nico didn’t know if it was because he had scared him away or flustered him too much.

When it did notify him of a new series of texts, he was still busy with new customers, and it took him all of his willpower not to make them wait while he checked his phone.

Finally, he thanked and said goodbye to the last customer of the queue, he moved so fast he almost stumbled on his own feet; and when he read what Percy had written, his heart was ready to jump out of his chest and start dancing on the counter.

Percy: me too

Percy: maybe

Percy: goot thign were seeing each other in a couple huors

Percy: cant wait

He read the words, reread it again and then again, once again feeling like they were nothing but a pipe dream. He blinked, and they were still there when he opened his eyes again.

Maybe he really could let himself hope this time.

Me: me too

Time definitely couldn’t pass fast enough.

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yourimaginationrealm · 8 months ago

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I am long in to this addicting game ;D Rafayel is from the beginning my main man in this so.... Yeah, I felt so creative with this memory card xD Guess more Rafayel is to come and yes I love my Imagine Picture for this character! I have no regrets that I write something spicy and a bit NFSW sooo yeah... it's my first time writing something like this and be aware English is not my mother tongue :) Of course, I kept the script to the plot. If you are curious see it yourself. Enjoy! :D ----------------_______________---------------------

"You haven't starting unwrapping me. I am gonna be thrown away just like that?" His seductive voice lingers in your ear a while when you begin to smirk to play along

"Oh, but I've seen this gift before. I don't need to unwrap it to know what it is." You tease him.

"Really? You... You think you have me all figured out, do you?"

"Before Pandora Box was opened, no one knew of it held miracles or catastrophes. Or maybe you're just too much of a coward to accept this "big surprise"?"

You scoff at his teasing while you smirk. You start to circle him while touching slightly with your fingertips at his shoulders. He flinches at your touching while you get behind him.

"So tell me..." You start while leaning down and whisper to his ear. "Are you my luck or my misfortune, Rafayel?" You hear him sigh while looking to the side to meet your gaze.

"I believe you haven't learned what surprises mean, Miss bodyguard... Afraid what is really inside?"

You walk again around and hold his gaze. "So I just need to unwrap you...." You grab at his tie and draw him closer to your face. He lets out a noise of surprise. For a little bit, his eyes are big and don't expect your rough treatment yet he got his seductive composure back and has to criticize you.

"Could you not be more gentle?"

"I thought I can handle my gift how I like it..." You play with his tie between your fingers while he looks at your hands and now your face. The tension between you and him just arose higher with each phrases you two throw at each other.

"Woudln't it be a shame if you break it?"

"I haven't been informed that my gift is breakable..." One of your hands let go of his tie while your point finger touches softly a line from his collarbone to his chin. He chuckles while shaking his head.

"Well, I am not That fragile... Are you still concerned? I'm down for a slow, through inspection." He huskily says while leaning towards you. You can see the lust and alcohol in his eyes. You must admit, you feel quite audacious after hearing him say that. Does he mean that...? He shifts a bit while you bit your lip. Your hands aim behind him towards a rose.

"Hm, I wonder where that came from?" You smirk while looking mischievously up. His gaze unwavering.

Suddenly, you tickle him with this new item on his left ear.

He gasps while trying to escape your sweet torturing.

"...Always full of surprises, huh. You're good at catching people off guard."

You chuckle at his remark while saying back. "Who thought I could surprise my own surprise here..." You eyes flicker to his rising chest and find your next target spot. You start to rub the flower on his chest while he squirms under you to avoid the flower."

"Aren't we ticklish, Rafayel?"

"Not sure who suffering more - me or the flower...."

"By the end, I think it would be you...." You laugh at his blushing state.

Any more attempts would definitely lead more for your relationship and there would be no returning after this. Yet, you just had to ask this bold question...

"Can I unwrap my own Pandora box now?" Your body and hands just stop to move and wait for his answer.

"What are you waiting for?" After regaining his cool, Rafayel just sits in front of you and looks up expectedly.

You know, he meant the red ribbon tied around him and wrists. You literally see him draw a sharp breath as you pull open slowly his tie. You other hand link into his clothing while opening the first button. While you start slowly to undress him, he shifts in his seat while trying not apparently to open his legs more. His pupils darkens as he follows your fingers on his shirt. Rafayel felt more than just adventurous now. He hopes you don't stop right know. His eyes are on your form and just hoping your hands continues what they are doing while his head is full of lewd thoughts. You feel his body temperature is quite hot when your finger grazing his skin. After you opened button number 3, your hand leave his clothing. You chuckle deeply.

"All right, that's enough. I'll let you off the hook. Let me untie this-!"

Out of nowhere, he had one of his hands untied himself and grasps your right wrist with his left hand.

"How did you untie yourself...?" You question him in disbelief.

"There are plenty of escapes techniques on the internet." His pupils held a dangerous glint. He just turned from the hunted to the hunter while holding you tightly.

" You can't rile me up like this and leave me.... " He pulled you on his lap while you shudder from the feeling of his bulge in his pants. Your hands position on his shoulders and you try not to move eagerly with your hips. Even you feel the urge to grind and release the unsettling tension between your legs.

"Rafayel…!” You repositioned yourself and he slipped a tiny moan. “We- “

“Yes, this is good, Y/N. I’ll give you a present.”

Before you can ask, he pushed his lips on your neck you feel his wet tongue on your skin. Now, it was your time time to take a sharp breath and moan at his kissing your soft spot. You wonder where he knows directly where your weak spot is.

His only freed hand grasp tightly on your hip.

Your mind gets clouded by lust more and more.

“Rafayel, I think we… the alcohol…” You don’t even know exactly what you babble right now. There was still a tiny self restraint before you believed doing something, you regret later.

He chuckles against your neck.

“Are you really blaming the alcohol what you feel, right now?” His legs opened wider as you gasps at the more intense friction between him and you.

“I don’t feel…” you start when suddenly his nose touch your throat and you hear him inhale your scent.

“Hm.” You hear him smirk. “You are so ready for me... and so am I for you.”

You shudder at his words and completely knowing what he meant. He draws back and you look each other with lust filled gazes. His voice turns suddenly deeper.

“So have you made up your mind? Do you want me?”

Your body screams ‘Yes’. Yet, you just breathe a silent “What?”

The fire place lightens him up and shows off his beautiful face. His eyes were dark and the fire lights are spark in them while he keeps focused on you with a feverish glint. Even so, he seemed serious about his question because he waited for your answer.

You regained your voices as you ask in a whisper.

“…Why did you stop?”

His eyes left for the first time your form as they look outside and realising, it stopped snowing.

“I am curious. Were those your true feelings. Oooor were you too busy acting?”

“Weren’t you just mentioning, I am ready…?” You slowly can think again as he irritated you by his questions.

“No… I mean how it all started…” you shyly avoid his new seen back gaze as you think about his ask.

“If I get too into it, would you keep playing along?”

“Sure, why not?” He huskily said with a sad smile.

“…And what if they were real?” You said almost inaudible. And he didn’t take off his gaze off you without moving. You can’t tell if he stopped breathing.

He turns closer with his face while he breathes...

“Then you should say… You enjoy my company. And that I can make you happy.”

You face move past his and you whisper in his ear.”

“I really liked this acting…” His body tense up.

You kissed his ear while it turned all red.

“…also I enjoy your company….” You hear him exhale shakily.

“…. Until now,… I was never unhappy with your company.” You hand caress his other side of his cheek and you feel that he leaned in.

“You really good at avoiding to answer my questions.” You hear him mumble against your palm while kissing it.

You smirk and move your seat smoothly on his crotch. You both groan at your sensitivity and your armes fly around his neck to draw your bodies closer. The heat from each body radiates of you.

Your lips barely touches his while you can not take your eyes from his purple ones so can’t he.

Like a magnetic field, he silently watches you and can only focus on your lips when they almost touch.

“Yes… Rafayel…” Your voice delicate like a flower.

“I want you so much-“

You can not end the sentence as he smashes his lips on you and you two sigh in content. He tilts your head to kiss you more passionately.

You move your hips while he groans loudly and his eyebrow knit together. His other tied hand appears and holds your hip to stop it from moving. He stopped kissing you but rubs his nose tips sweetly against yours with eyes closed.

“If you continue like this, this ends more quickly and roughly than you expect…”

This riles you more up. Against his saying, you start to move your thighs harder on his bulge while he leans his head back in pleasure.

“It seems you have no idea what I expect…” you chuckled. From his leaned back head, he opens slowly his eyes and watch you dangerously grinding into him.

“I warned you…” he rasps.

His hands suddenly on your dress pushing it from your thighs up and from your shoulders down. Then, his hands find another location to grasp your butt and push you harder on him. He stands up and presses you on the wall while sucking your collarbone.

“Ah-Rafayel …” You moan loudly without holding back. Before, you know it, You land with your back on his bed while starts to unbuckle his pants. Even you throw away your dress after you pulled it over your head. Then, Rafayel starts to place kisses on the other side of your neck and asks playfully. "Missed me?"

You chuckle while your hands trace from his chest to his abdomen along. You finger feel his abs and you realize this mans body is Art himself. You reaches his V-Line and slowly graze the skin lower. He stops his sucking on your neck while he rests his forehead into your nape. You hear him breath heavily while moaning here and there. You palm reaches his destination as you stroke sensually his hard member. "Damn...." He sighs. You feel his size and can only imagine how he felt inside of you.

"Rafayel..." You pleaded him. " I not only want you. I need you. I need you now. And I need you inside of me.!" You grasp more tightly his shaft while he groans.

"Be a good girl and spread your legs for me." Words said and done. You were completely in trance and wanted him so bad. The Lemurian hovers over you and starts to push him inside of you. You moan in pleasure when enters you slowly. He felt your wetness and can not believe how ready you were for him.

Suddenly, he pushed his hips hard only you. You gasp in surprise. "Rafayel!"

"What?" He smirks darkly at you. "Didn't I say, its getting more roughly?"

He does it again and again.

"Ahh, this feels good. Harder."

He chuckles. "Oh, this is getting good." Your fingers grab into his purple hair. You let him have his ways because you totally like it. His lips again come near your shoulders while he gifts you with some bite marks and kisses it softly after it. You are not sure if you like the bites or kisses more. Rafayel stops his movements just to whisper into your ear.

"You know.... this is exactly how I imagined the party. Just the two of us. You wet. Me hard. Together entangled in my bed."

#imaginationrealm #imagines #imagine #love and deepspace #rafayel #rafayel love and deepspace #rafayel imagines #rafayel x reader #rafayel x you #rafayel x y/n #love and deepspace rafayel #love and deepspace imagine #lads rafayel #lads imagine

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factual-fantasy · 1 year ago

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24 asksss :}}} ⭐⭐⭐

@ardent-38

You are my favorite person

@wolfie-777

Cassie does not exist in my AU. But hypothetically-

If Roxanne found this lost child she would report it to Vanessa and have her help Cassie. As is the protocol for children that are found on the premises after hours.

If Roxy found her while she had the "bug" in her system? She would have attacked and maybe even killed Cassie :x

Had to google what that was, <XD It looks beautiful! And I image that he has seen it before yeah :)

As for their favorite songs, I'm not sure :0

That's.. actually a really good idea.

For a long time I never went back to the comic because the writing I did was awful. Everyone was acting out of character, it was SUPER dramatic. I wrote Peso's character all wrong. Uhg, awful awful awful.

And then I was kept away from going back because people would not stop asking me to finish it. "Why did you abandon this comic?" "Are you gonna finish it?" "Why did you stop drawing it" "Go back and finish the crab comic" Like, it was so frustrating.

...Buuuuutt,, rewriting it? Hmmm... I'm way too wrapped up with projects to start this anytime soon. But I wont lie this ask really got me thinking about it-

Also thank you so much! I'm glad you like my art!! :DDD

@smilegirl64 (Post in question)

Thank you! I'm so glad you noticed! That was my favorite detail to add XDDDD

@elegysonnet

I dug into the series a bit and took a look around the fanbase. And I decided that it just wasn't really my thing.

Although I did love the character designs and I think they'd be really fun to draw, I didn't think I'd get along with the fandom. I can see myself huddled in my own little corner with all my headcannons and stuff, and I wouldn't really want to interact with anyone else. :/

Also my favorite character is probably Julie or Howdy XDD

I use an XPPen Artist 13.3 Pro. Its a tablet with a screen! :))

As for my drawing program I use FireAlpaca. Its free and really good for beginners and pros! Highly recommend if you're just getting into digital art. Also thank you!! :D

@baokim80

@burningmusicfunnygiant

I disagree actually. The "bug" aside, they are in no way programed to hurt anyone. They are programmed to have full obedience to staff and Managers.

They could try to stop them, and they could physically stand in their way. But you wouldn't see Freddy straight up punching an employee to keep him away from Bonnie.

Now with the bug in their systems? mmm.. Okay yeah they would. BUT ONLY WHEN THEY'RE NOT IN THEIR RIGHT MINDS-

@cudlycorncornsworthcoberson

XDD Offended Bibi noises can be heard in the background

@curiousskelekitty

<XD I'll do my best!

I feel that my responsibility as an artist on this platform is to tag my art appropriately. Tag it for blood, gore, injuries, things like that. So that people who are disturbed by those subjects don't have to stumble upon it and have their day ruined. :(

What is NOT my responsibly is to prevent little kids from seeing my bloody Octonauts artwork. That's the parents job. XD THEY should be keeping an eye on their kids and making sure they're not browsing sites like Tumblr XDD

Tangle and Lolbit are not a part of my AU actually.

But Mangle? Just because she hasn't made an appearance of any kind yet, doesn't mean she wont in the future.. 👀

Thank you! :DD

Thank you! I'll try to not rush through my projects so much <XD

Thank you for respecting that! :D

Also uhg. I hate pinterest. I would rather people just never found out about me then find me through a pinterest post with my stolen artwork.

@whereismycupofcoffee

YEESSS!!! I always love it when people decide to give Octonauts a try :))) Its a really neat show!

THANK YOU SO MUCH!! :DDDD

XD My first thought was Peso or Shellington for some reason. They're just too polite to make a fuss XDDD

@kymbird

Wanna know a good place to start if you genuinely struggle with that? Make 1 character that is based off of you. And then make a second character that is based off of someone in your life that you have 0 romantic interest in what so ever. Like your Mom, or your Dad, siblings, Uncle, dog literally anyone. It should be impossible to twist those 2 characters together because they are modeled after you and ur mom. You should look at them and say "thats me and my mom" or "thats me and my brother" Those 2 should then be characters that are 100% protected from becoming a ship. :0

This actually reminded me of my transformer ocs. I modeled the characters after the drivers/owners. And people wanted to ship them together and I was like "for 1 they are my OCs so thats kind'a odd but 2 those two characters are based off of siblings. They absolutely should not- in ANY universe, be paired together"

Personally not a huge fan of the bright blue color he has. Seeing his Bonnie Bowl artwork everywhere I expected him to be his usual purple..

As for my Bonnie I think he'd get along pretty well with his Glamrock counterpart! But when it comes to the Bowling ally they'd be rivals. >:)

Also thank you! :DD

@trains-of-thought

aaaa thank you so much!! :DD I'm so glad to hear that you've liked my Mario artwork!! And that you read the info aaaa!! I spent a lot of time writing all that so I'm glad to hear that you read it! As for your questions,

1: Yes! My Peach, Daisy, Wario and Waluigi are all the same species, which is not human. They are this incredibly tall elf like species that closely resembles humans and has many biological similarities.. but ultimately they are very different species.

2: Its hard to say.. I've been known to change my mind a lot so maybe? Honestly I hope that someday these feelings towards fanart will vanish and I will be able to engage with my fans more. But for now,, noooo fanworks :(

OH MY GOSH I LOVE THAT FNAF VIDEO XDD Very well animated and funny! Here's the link in case anyone is interested!

I drew it myself! :)

#my response #fnaf security breach #fnaf security breach dlc #fnaf security breach dlc spoilers #octonauts #super mario bros

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