#IM GONEEE

[cozymochi]

OH MY G— THIS WAS WHAT YOU WERE DOING?!! 😭😭

❝ The Lionguard Gambit ❞

Nyoka Wadjet x Prefect Reader

The prefect requires some help. The snakeman will not provide it without a catch. There is chess, and a more harrowing "game" is maybe played too.

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babes, bros, and nonbinary beaus, I present to you the highly anticipated ''x reader'' ficlet for @cozymochi and @oddberryshortcake 's slitheringly handsome oc!

because let's be so real, we all down bad for that snake boi.

(and happy christmas you two dears! <3 I hope you do enjoy this and that it lifts your spirits fghsjk and i am so sorry if he is wildly ooc,, I tried my best 😭)

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“I know a guy for that.”

"Yeah. I'm kinda... I'm kind of here because you do, actually."

Nyoka Wadjet did not look amused.

You folded your fingers together and regarded the venomous beastman as passively and politely as you were able.

"Look. I know since we've been sticking around in Savanaclaw lately, Grim has been pushing your boundaries here and there. So if you help me, I'll make sure he doesn't bother you again like that... for two whole weeks."

Air pushed slowly through his nostrils. He was regarding you more seriously now.

Approaching the very allusive, and admittedly rather frightful, student in order to find somebody who could counterfeit thaumarks was perhaps not the most self-preserving decision you'd made. But it was imperative to a growing idea you had on how to deal with you and your friends' latest Azul troubles.

"Three weeks." You sweetened the deal.

Nyoka's eyes narrowed.

"He landed on my head." was stated factually, like the action's offense spoke for itself.

That had indeed happened. Grim was not a often creature of preserving personal space.

"A month?" You tried.

"A year."

Well that wasn't happening. "Um. I could offer two months, maybe." People really had a tendency to overestimate your level of control over that little (lovable) demon.

It seemed like that was not a favorable compromise. Nyoka's attention dipped from you and moved to the room's center where he had previously been seated.

Your stare followed his towards the shining, porcelain chess set readied and untouched at the low-standing table. Sparking a different tactic.

"Or, maybe you could play me for it?"

His gaze swung lazily back at you. Something about the action, and the hooded way his eyes looked, put little tingles along your arms.

"I promise I actually know how to play." You said, in case he was doubting your authenticity.

Movement caught your attention behind his legs, and a second later, his long tail came swishing side to side. A myriad of scales glittering under the sunroof's light.

A somersault happened inside your stomach, but was ignored in favor of catching Nyoka's next words.

“I like to be on the winning side.”

"Is that you doubting yourself against me?" You pushed.

He tipped his chin up slightly, a sun-flare running over his glasses.

“One battle doesn’t lose a war, prefect.”

The message was clear. Challenge Accepted.

He waved a gloved hand, inviting you to sit, which you obliged.

"Alright." Nyoka told you, easing himself gracefully onto the opposing seat. "If you beat me, I will connect you with my friend. But if I beat you, you will forbid your familiar from invading my presence for the remainder of the year."

Oh dear. He was dead-set on that, wasn't he.

Your eyes met. The colors in his clashed your own.

These were desperate times.

"Deal."

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The first few minutes of the game were done mostly in silence.

While it was true you knew how to play (at least, back in your home world you had) it'd been awhile since you'd done so for real, and there was a necessary amount of concentration needed in the first half while you eased back into things.

Nyoka, naturally, was a hard player from the start.

Though some of the plays and tactics he tried helped along in jogging your memory of the nuances, there was still some clear rust in your play, whereas he was all refined sharpness.

Poising in ponder, then striking fast.

Quick as a cobra.

The game did not take long to be leant in his favor.

And the silence was becoming brutal.

It was very quiet in the room, which made sense as to why Nyoka liked to frequent here. And it wasn't unsettling.

That was not the issue.

The distress came because in its peace, it caused the only sound you could latch onto in the whole room was the slow, deep, even breaths leaving the man's chest.

Slow in, slower out, over and over.

Each breath led your concentration to phase in and out of the game with it.

When you snapped back to, you found you just lost one of your knights. Rather viciously.

"You're really subtle with your attacks." You noted sardonically, mostly just to say anything.

There was a shake to your hands as they moved your king.

Nyoka watched you fidget.

In reply, there was a smooth counter of; "Hmph. Like a drop to the head."

You wetted your lips. Moved a pawn. "Grim's harmless, just very personable."

"He is lucky I didn't bite him." Nyoka murmured.

You were still a little lost to thought when this was said, so your ears failed to detect if its inflection held jest or sarcasm.

"Really? I figured you too elegant to go around handling annoyances with your teeth," Slipped out of your mouth before sense caught up to it.

His eyes slid at you. Pinned you there.

Something in your gut flipped.

"I should bite you, Prefect."

The game, and entire room, might have disappeared, but right then you couldn't have been sure.

He spoke it low, and it rolled out of his throat in a way that sent heat down your back. "But I think I wouldn't get the taste out of my mouth for days."

The heat became infernal.

Your head turned away, cheek meeting the forgiving cold of the sofa, desperate to pretend those words weren't the most charged thing you'd experienced in your time here.

"Calm yourself," He intoned, and maybe it was your racing mind, but you almost thought he had the gall to sound amused. "Any venom I have is reserved for other targets."

Oh, you were anything but calm. But there was a bell ringing in the distance, another later hour revealing itself.

It was getting late, and you still had a chess game at stake.

Nyoka exhaled, a low and long huff that makes you at once certain you won't be able to stand for a long while after this.

It felt like a lot of things were at stake right now.

From infernal to charred, you were a wreck at this point.

Forcing your focus to cooperate, the board came back to life before you and a realization was brought with it.

"Finding it difficult to think?" His words were edged with a sultry hiss.

You steeled. Made your move fast. Trying to keep your face unchanging.

Nyoka fluttered his long fingers atop his pieces, calculating, before finally resting atop his queen. And took your pawn.

A sudden sense of victory quelled all other emotions within you, and with haste you moved your knight into a position that seemed vulnerable.

Taking the bait, Nyoka moved his queen back where it was before.

You strike, using your bishop to fly across the board for the winning move. Exclaiming "Check!" and knocking porcelain against porcelain. Hands springing up, elated. "Hah! I did it! The Lionguard Gambit!"

Nyoka looked up at you fast, then moved aback. Expression one you couldn't define. "The... What."

You remain as you are. Enjoying the simmer of your victory.

Thanking the gods, the Seven for having provided the luck that led you to stumble across that move in a late-night library study one evening.

The snakeman stared at you a long time.

The longer that the seconds ticked by, the less sure of yourself you became. Fearful there had been a miscalculation or premature celebration.

You hadn't done it wrong, had you?

And then, Nyoka said; "...Lionheart Gambit?"

A rush of burning sensation to your ears coaxed your arms into a deflate.

"Oh." That was embarrassing. "Well- you know what I meant! My point is, I won!"

"So you did." He relented, sparing you by moving on from your blunder.

It had felt like your mispronunciation had sort of rattled him, for whatever reason, but that was a mystery for another time.

“Some battles can turn a war’s tides, snake eyes.” You said, tone lilting once more coy.

Nyoka lowered himself into the spine of his chair with crossing arms.

You waited. "...Um. So. Nyoka?"

"Don't get fretful, prefect, I withhold my ends of bargains. I'll introduce you to the person you seek tomorrow."

You felt a press of disappoint, but relented that it had gotten late. You hadn't realized when the sun's shine had been replaced with the softer lights of the overhead lanterns.

Rising from the seat, knees mercifully only wobbling a little, you offered him thanks and began to make the - perhaps a little purposefully slowed - trek towards the exit.

"Well. Goodnight, Nyoka."

"Hmm."

"You not going to sleep?"

"In a while."

��Ah. Putting in some extra practice for when you get a good chess partner?” You tossed playfully over a shoulder.

“That is not an issue.”

Nyoka rolled his fingers into a fist and set his chin on it. He did not look back at you, but somehow, the heat in your chest returned all the same.

And beyond noise of the door shutting after you, you caught six words that kept that heat burning low in your chest for the whole night following;

“I know a prefect for that.”

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fin.

[bloos-bloo]

Do you all ever feel like gardening??

[allimili]

"Dearest!"

[maple-leifarts]

ALL THE TIME LIMITS ON MY PHONE GOT DELETED LETS FUCKING GOOOO

[garoujo]

roommates to lovers in which nagi doesn’t want to move in with any of his friends bc he doesn’t trust them one bit to not accidentally kill his beloved choki, so he posts a very lazy “looking for a roommate. qualifications: can take care of plants & will mostly leave me alone” on this house hunting social forum on a whim. (to his surprise lol) the post doesn’t get a lot of traction, most people thinking it a prank bc nagi didn’t even set a normal pfp, but you think it’s pretty funny when you come across it, so to feed the joke you snap a pic of your plants – green and thriving in your windowsill – and reply to him with a “can the fam come along?”

you get a dm in 5 minutes tops and the stranger’s like the room is yours and you’re like?? my brother in christ i don’t even know who you are or if you even have an apartment, which you tell him as such, more or less exactly like that, and suddenly you’re sent 20+ pictures, most of them of the (very nice, spacious looking) apartment, but your dumb, frozen finger can’t even swipe away from the first photo, bc it’s of him, of strange house hunting green thumb dude, who clearly just took a quick selfie of himself, white haired tussled from the hoodie over his head, big, teddybear eyes lit up from his phone screen and god fucking damnit he’s real and he’s fucking hot.

you move in two weeks later with your plant family (and then pine over each other for MONTHS before he dicks you down so good emmie i am in shambles)

why’d my stomach flip at the description of him. why does my body betray me like this. RIVER! RIVERRRRR!!!! FUCK! i want him so bad, the first time he opens the door to you + he’s a MESS! he’s like oh shit, pretty and knows he’s fucked. but i’m about to switch this around real quick, perv roommate nagi. who always somehow ends up accidentally sneaking back to his room with a pair of your panties after he offered to do your laundry. who makes sure his bed meets the other side of the wall yours does so he can hear your sweet little moans every night, stroking his cock to the sound of your vibrator — he didn’t tell you the walls were so thin. who always seems to coincidentally be out of his room, roaming the halls as soon as you’re finished your shower — tiny towel wrapped around your figure as he tries not to let his sleepy, lidded gaze drop to the swell of your tits and the way the water trails down your thighs wishing he could follow the trails with his tongue.

[sleepboysummer]

genuinely is someone singing an octave DOWN in the summoning??? i think i can hear some INSANE bass notes but that could just be the music or vocal effects

[todayisafridaynight]

going through it rn dont talk to me <- cant find my favorite y7 twitter meme anymore

[googoothegodofblood]

[mrs-weirdo]

God DAMN I didn't think I could write something actually good lol

idk how to finish it !!!

Uh, it's down below!!

___

His chest achs. A lot, actually. More than it should, considering that he has no idea why it even hurts.

And the way he feels like he could cry - Wait, no, actually sobbing would be a better word to describe it.

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He's sitting across from Will and Jonathan in the wheeler household. He's not doing much other than just staring, and yea, he knows it's rude- to stare, his mom has told him countless times- he knows, but it's so hard not to when Will looks so calm and comfy, in his pajamas.

Will's curled up into a ball at Jonathan's side, giggling softly as he plays with Jonathan's hand, bending his fingers this way and that. And Jonathan's is just smiling softly and fond. He also looks calm, but not the kind of calm that comes with being high.

Mike tries his best not to pout, but he's pretty sure he's not successful.

He's got himself curled up into a little ball, knees up to his chin, hiding all of the feelings clashing around inside his ribcage and chest. Hiding it the best he can.

Mike shifts, just a little, resting his head back onto his knees and staring. His jeans dig into his legs, making him all itchie and hot.

His head feels a bit far away, and all mushy, like how it gets somethines when he's stressed or overly tired.

All he can seem to think about is wanting someone to hug him, to make all the bad feelings go away, to hold him, to just hold him, and to play with his hair.

Jonathan looks over at him, eyebrows a bit furrowed. He doesn't exactly look mad, but he doesn't look exactly happy, either. When he looks at Mike,

he looks-

looks-

the word drifts away, drifting just out of reach.

Mike quickly looks away and tries to hide behind his knees and bangs. His hair is getting long, and his dad has been pestering him about cutting his it,

and-

God, he just wishes someone would hold him, too.

Nancy chose that moment to walk in, all neat and collected like she is, curly hair grown out, just a bit. It's bearly past her shoulders, but it still bounces as she walks. She's wearing her pajamas as well. It must be a common thing today. He must have missed the memo. Her scar is covered up, patchy foundation over the left side of her face, and neck. She must have rushed.

She sends a small smile at Mike as she walks over to where Jonathan and Will are sitting. She ruffles Wills hair as she pecks Jonathan on the lips. Will giggles, hiding more into his brothers side.

Mike's heart does something funny in his chest.

It's not the feeling he normally gets when Will laughs, or is even just anywhere near the boy.

It's more painful. It makes his breathing stutter, and something craws up and into his throat that he desperately tries to choke down. It makes his eyes water, his head screaming, stupid silly thoughts like,

What about me?

And so much other stuff, and then it's all just jumbled together into one big mess.

"-Mike?"

His eyes whip up to Jonathan, still hiding behind his knees and curling up tighter, Jonathan who's looking at him with something like concern and confusion and,

Stop it,

Stop it,

Stopitstopitstopitstopit-

He's not sure if he's thinking about Jonathan or the tears that are starting to form thicker now, and the constricting of his chest from holding back the urge to sob, or something even more embarrassing-

like-

like-

he's not even sure.

But their all looking at him, waiting for his response, but the words are all clogged in his thoat.

"Mike?" Jonathan asks again, Will glued to his side still with these sad puppy dog eyes, staring at him.

It's all too much, too much, too much.

Finally, after what feels like years, Mike chokes out a, "What?"

Jonathan and Nancy exchanged glances before Nancy asked, "Are you alright?"

Mike's breath stutters, just a little bit.

"Yea, why wouldn't I be?" He tries to scoff, but he thinks it comes out more quiet and sad than he wants.

The two look at each other again, and Will pulls at Jonathan's sleeve. Jonathan looks at him, and Will mutters something, to quite to hear. Jonathan mutters something back, with a small smile, and ruffles his hair. Will doesn't giggle like he did when Nancy did the same thing. He just looks between his brother and best friend.

Everything feels like it's too much. It's too hot, but it's too cold. He feels like he's sinking into the couch but feels like they can see too much.

With a deep breath, Mike stands and, with shaking legs, walks up the stairs to go to his room, where if he wants to do something - something embarrassing, he can.

It's his own space.

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[nimbooz]

somebody stole my food frm the pantry fridge im cant fucking do this

[gojo-mochi]

I found COD nsfw audio and I’m not safe tonight someone hold me back

[goblinbugthing]

im rereading masked again

@artblock-tm

[skin-bible]

The oldest book I have is 200 years old. I'm feeling a particular bloodlust for getting more like it.

[hyvee]

Wat is wrong with meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee i want friends but im sooo bad at making them and keeping them AND IVE ALWAYS BEEN LIKE THISSSSDS like my track record of being bad at friendship goes back as far as i can remember it’s just who i ammmand I WANNA DIEEEEEE LOLLLL hi

[star2stop]

god how i love music so fucking much FUCK where would i be without it

[cozymochi]

Aggressive self-care back at it again at krispy creme Cozy's ask box

I hope that you have a cold pillow at night, and this is a reminder to drink some water, eat some comfort food, and touch grass

you’d be surprised by how much grass i touch actually