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reshinless · 5 months ago

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Can you write kinich x reader smut

──── i w'na ride?!

𝜗𝜚 synopsis. whatever position he wants >_o

𝜗𝜚 pairings. kinich x gn!afab!reader(?) see this however u want cuz in som of the bullets i use boobs or discreetly mention chests (kinich is also a lowk perv)

𝜗𝜚 director's notice. i'll explain why he'd like this trust me, !!nsfw content ahead!!

inspired by the moments where he kept hitting the pose where his hands behind his head plus the one scene where he sat in a tree with his hands behind his back (or maybe i'm imagining things.)

kinich who reluctantly visits the beach(es) plus hot springs in the toyac springs region because mualani says you both need it, seeing as how much you both work beside each other, you'll definitely need a nice bath! especially the rumors of the heated conditions the springs seem to excrete.

kinich who no matter how long you and him have met each other, he'll never get used to seeing you in a bathing suit. even when you both were still kids fooling around on the beach with mualani. the atmosphere back then has almost never changed, walking along the sandy coast, feeling each little particle fall over your toes, the sun roughly about to set, the scenery was a sight to behold!

now that you both were older.. he would be lying if he said he wasn't attracted to you, your way of fighting, your appearance, how well you compliment him, it was almost like a corrupt addiction. even ajaw mentions how cheesy it is each time he sees kinich looking at you, whether it be lust or love in his green eyes.

mualani was overjoyed to hear that you've never gone out to swim, especially in the temperature she's usually in. kinich decides to tag along, totally not because he definitely wouldn't mind seeing you in different swimsuits/trunks.

kinich who you didn't mind letting him stay outside the changing room while you put on different suits while mualani actually help you choose (unlike someone who just kept ogling his eyes at you)

mualani who chose something that revealed more than appropriate portion of your skin (which was a lot, and imagine this similar to the one lumine wore!!), kinich who couldn't stop eyeing you up and down, ajaw teasing with digital sunglasses over his face; "y'know sunglasses help cover up what you're tryna look at!"

cue kinich smacking bro away again :pray:

you only got more attractive in his eyes. watching how you walk up to him, holding out a bottle of sunscreen to him, asking if he'd put some on your back before you'd go surfing on mualani's shark.

kinich didn't wanna admit but he was a little more than just turned on while spreading the lotion over your shoulders and back down to your back, his calloused hands feeling you up and down..

kinich who felt a little guilty but couldn't help but always slowly let his view dip down to your ass. shit he could already imagine what it'd look like without that last piece of clothing. too bad he can't rip it off you right here and now.

kinich who ran his hands around your chest, your sides, every curve that you wouldn't suspect him from.. he could already feel the tent in his pants rise.

kinich who couldn't resist looking at your pretty body through the blurriness of the water, almost forgetting to swim back up from being a little more than distracted. only coming back up after mualani mentions he's the winner of holding their breath underwater challenge.

a sigh of relief.. or maybe pleasure rather remembering yesterday on how close he got to be to you, palming his erection with hurriedness, thinking of how soft you felt under his fingers, only a thin layer of sunscreen that wouldn't make it weird between you both, kinich catches himself moan your name quietly in the changing room before he goes back out to you and mualani for day two of your summer break of 5 days in total.

sitting under the comfortable shade of an umbrella he brought, putting sunglasses on to rest for a bit before going in the water, or at least that is what it looks like. in all real reality, he was taking sneaky glances at you from less than appropriate angles, he would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy it.

kinich could barely hold himself back for the next 2 days, wherein you all toured around mualani's hometown (for the sixtieth time, but then again it never gets old seeing a different culture every now and then!)

on the last day of your adventures with mualani, she offers for you both to finally bask in the warmth of the hot springs! the natural wonder of her home! kinich was reluctant at first, but agreed seeing how you were just oh-so happy to oblige.

this time, mualani got you a different swimsuit, one muuuuuchhh more revealing this time. it's clear now that she knows kinich's little crush on you, and now she knew that you liked him back.

mualani who coincidentally forgot the milk, and silly snacks she baked earlier that morning, oh would you look at the time! i guess she has to go get them... kinich who lowkey panicks, he already is a little flustered from your new look (but manages to quickly cool himself down)

kinich who is gentle while letting you slowly dip your feet into the water, this wasn't his first time here but he knew it was yours, stepping into the water first while holding your palms softly.

you two finally both sit in the springs comfortably, right in front of him, talking about whatever you and mualani did while he sunbathed (under an umbrella). building sandcastles and such.

"ahhh... kinichhhh! you should've been there. i would've wanted you there at least, dunno about mualani-" it felt like almost immediately his trunks tightened.. maybe he got the wrong size?

oh but the sound of you verbally saying you needed him definitely is a huge turn on. well you didn't necessarily say 'need' but you definitely wanted him there, good enough.

kinich who already has you straddled on top of him, directly on his boner, fuck he could feel it already. his hands are already on your hips letting you grind over his erection, this felt better than he could've ever fantasized of!

kinich who lets you ride him, the water you both were already surrounded only made it sound all the more dirtier. it didn't help that the sly little smile on your face, all he could do was bury his face into an arm of his own, looking away from you.

kinich whose hands were in his hair, intertwining with every little strand, the flush on his face only worsened each time you bounced on it, he could barely make eye contact with you, not because he didn't want you.. ohh it was because he thinks if he did he'd come immediately!!

kinich who holds you close as his climax comes closer as well, holding you tight in his embrace, he could feel your warmth, your skin, your everything, all he could was quickly drift his calloused palms back down to your hips, making sure no drop of cum was waaaasssttteeedddd

you could see how good you made him feel, even with just a sneaky, yet lustful glance, yet plop plop plop is all you can hear echoing throughout the cave, your hands propped up on the wall as kinich pushed against your back, his grunts only getting louder, eager to please you. seeing how your eyebrows knotted

kinich who felt intoxicated as hell in your scent, almost breathless as his head fits into the empty slot right beside your collar, fire pooled down inside your abdomen as you slowly reached your peak, watching how beautifully your eyes rolled back, feeling warm semen shoot up in your stomach. holy shit were you a beauty to see.

the musky scent of sweat mixed with the warm water below you both, kinich could still feel you clench harshly on his cock, even after release, fixed & still processing what you both had just done.

kinich who brings you out the bath, wrapped in a towel, bridal style and all, before mualani can come back with the milk and snacks- "hey what is that white stuff mixed in the water- what did you two do?!"

kinich who holds your hand while you both stroll throughout the shops opened up at nighttime, the constellations in the sky connected like it was used to it, the fresh scent of grilled fish was clear in the air's aroma, filling everyone's noses, mualani couldn't just give all this fish just to you two anyway!

kinich who fully confessed his feelings to you, no sex no lust, just him wanting you to sense how much he's been longing for you, in hopes you'd reciprocate it. in which you did with open arms!

m: "aha! i knew it! you both finally told each other you like each other didn't you!!", k: "no need to shout.", y/n: "i suppose!"

mualani will stop teasing for now, and let you two be, just with each other as the stars reflect off the light you've shone into his life.

kinda cringe might delete :100:

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riminiscensce · 5 months ago

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5 + 1

CHARACTER ... kinich

SYNOPSIS ... 5 times Kinich protected someone, and 1 time he felt protected

NOTES ... a kinich fic because what the fuck was that backstory bro CUT MY GUY SOME SLACK 😭

CONTENTS ... sfw , kinich-centric , spoilers for kinich’s character stories , gender neutral reader , can be read as platonic

Word Count ... 3367

1) His mother

From before he was seven, Kinich always remembered waking up to the smell of breakfast his mother would have ready at the table.

Being the child that he was, he never fully understood how his mother was able to do it; to wake up before the sun could even rise, and still last long enough to make it past through sunset.

Having a mother like her made Kinich feel included within the small group of kids that would pass by their house once in a while.

The one they would often talk about is how their mothers would always be up early in the morning to prepare delicious food for them. Kinich, though not a part of their conversation, felt like he could empathize with them.

He felt connected with the other children because of his mother.

Then the children started to talk about how close their own mothers were with the others. That they would have family dinners, share advice, talk about their family…

That was the one thing that separates his mother from the rest.

Kinich always felt a stinging pain in him whenever he would watch his mother farm by herself.

Instead of like the mothers other kids have, his mother was different in a way that she would spend most of her time on her own.

At that age, Kinich was already aware of the reason as to why this is.

If it was not for his father's behavior, his mother wouldn't have been ashamed of talking about her family to their neighbors.

She wouldn't have to spend her time alone, dreading the moment her husband comes through the door with that sickening smell of alcohol and another empty pouch of Mora.

That's why he took it upon himself to be there for her.

To share the same silence as she did when no one else would.

Kinich had a particular quietness around him, the same kind his mother had; it was one of the things he remembers about her.

But there was a time when they talked while they were farming.

Most of their conversation was starting to grow torn and forgotten in Kinich’s memory. But there was one thing that his mother said that always stuck with him as he grew.

“Thank you,” His mother once said with a heavy hand on his unkempt hair, and a somber look on her face that one could only give to her protector.

When he first heard this, Kinich felt content, like he had done the right thing. He felt like he had saved his mother from ever truly being lonely.

But that would be the first and last time he felt that way with her.

Things only went downhill when they were forced to move out of their house and into the mountains because of his father’s betting addiction.

Then his mother left them—left him.

It was something that never comes up between him and his dad.

Looking back, Kinich thinks of his mother’s abandonment as the payment for the care she has given him and his father.

But he was just a child then, of course he wouldn’t have decided on an answer of his own back then.

So he asked someone else.

2) His father

It was his seventh birthday when it happened.

Kinich couldn’t have waited for a better timing than this. His father likely knew of his birthday, and so he might be more lenient with him for the day in return.

That could’ve been what happened.

Instead, a pair of bloodshot eyes drilled their way into his own—it felt so different to the eyes that he inherited.

Then the next thing he knew, he was running past trees, his father closely behind him, yelling drunken curses that a child should never have heard.

It was the waves of adrenaline that saved Kinich from being caught in his father’s violent hands, weaving through the thick bushes and trees while avoiding the wild saurians that were scattered around the area.

It was also that same adrenaline that made him fail to notice the sudden absence of his triggered father.

Only then was he forced to stop and look around.

It wasn’t until he reached the edge of a cliff did his jittering get replaced with trembles.

His father was at the very distant bottom, his inflamed eyes matching the color of his blood splattered around him.

Looking back, it was the only time that Kinich almost cracked out a drop of tear.

When he made his way down, he was no longer greeted with the enraged glare of his father. What remained of his expression was only of shock. There were no signs of regret or guilt of what he had done prior to his death.

But Kinich can never be truly mad at his parents.

He grew up with his father, and he was usually the one that brought home enough Mora to feed the three of them plenty.

And to add more, it started raining.

The rain helped with washing the blood away and with imbuing the sight he was seeing.

Kinich could only think of carrying his father’s corpse back to their house. What else can he do anyway?

If his dead body remained there, it would get washed away or land on a starving creature’s plate.

So he decided to repay his father one last time and protected what remained of him.

It was a tiring trek back home.

3) K’uhul Ajaw

Kinich has formulated this understanding that anything can be done with Mora as an exchange, no matter how risky or dangerous the commission may be.

He is willing to do any favors, be it simple or treacherous, all for the right price.

But there was a time Kinich bypassed this ethos of his.

An organization dedicated for saurian research came up to his doorstep, asking to buy this relic he found in an unearthed ruin in exchange for a sum of Mora.

There were many pros in this proposal, and merely only one con.

Kinich could live comfortably for the next few months with that amount of Mora without having to worry about receiving another commission, he could even last to about a year if he remains humble with spending.

If he gave the relic to the association, it would stop them from bothering him ever again. Kinich would go back to a life without having to confront a desperate bunch of researchers.

And to add more to that, it would get rid of this nuisance that calls itself K’uhul Ajaw from ever causing trouble for him again.

Those advantages he had listed off were nothing but tempting to Kinich, luring him into tossing that wristband into the association’s business and going off to return back to his normal life of being a lone wolf.

The only thing stopping Kinich was the thought of Ajaw going absolutely rabid without him around.

He tells himself that that was the only con there was, not because he had already formed a pact with Ajaw, but because he would get involved with threatening matters if Ajaw goes wild.

As much as he tries to stay excluded from other people’s business, Kinich was human enough to at least concern himself with this possibility.

It would be a tragedy if people from different tribes were to be a victim of someone so awful as Ajaw after all.

All it took was a glare from Kinich, saturated with enough indignation that the researchers could feel it and eventually welcome themselves out of Kinich’s door.

It wasn’t even long before Ajaw awoke that Kinich suddenly regrets his decision.

Looking back, maybe he should have given K’uhul Ajaw to the association after all.

Oh well, he figures life would be more clement with him now that he made a choice to protect Natlan from this ancient dragon, if that’s how it even works.

4) “Uthabiti” Kachina

When Kinich first saw an enlisted job to sabotage a kid because their Wayob regarded her potential, he wondered how low those lowlifes could possibly achieve.

Ever since he saw that commission, he hasn’t paid much mind to it. The tribe leader of the Children of Echoes was a deferential man after all, he wouldn’t let a child get hurt by others simply because they were envious.

Then he saw this bullying in action.

Kinich only caught a glimpse of one final shove to the poor kid before the rowdy bunch willingly left, trailing only mocks and insults.

He eventually came to the assumption that Kachina was just selfless.

Not in the way that she would let others vent their frustration to her, but because she doesn’t want to bother the people who do care about her.

This assumption of his came into precision when he heard it from Kachina herself. She didn’t want to worry the people around her, and instead took the oppression as a means to get stronger and be more independent.

That’s what Kachina wanted, to rely on herself.

A thought came into Kinich’s mind, a rather debatable thought but, in a way, Kinich could see himself in her shoes.

Kinich grew up having to rely on himself for his own livelihood, and Kachina wants exactly that, to bring less concern to the people she doesn’t want to concern.

He had also dealt with a fair share of bullies in his childhood. Whenever they striked, Kinich never really fought back, that was another thing he and Kachina have in common, though his reasoning was far less modest than that of hers.

He knew Kachina would never fight back, and that will fuel more enragement to those haughty buffoons.

So instead, he took it upon himself to act on her behalf.

It was one of the few situations when Kinich would throw away his preference for Mora.

This simple action of standing up against someone would have a far more personal approach for Kinich. He just wanted to do what he didn’t back then.

When doing so, a wave of satisfaction would come crashing against him at the sight of Kachina's struggling bullies.

That was it, that was his payment, to know the feeling of contentment if he did teach those bullies a free lesson.

And while at it, he protected a different version of his younger self from having more problems to deal with.

Looking back, the worst thing Kachina’s bullies had gone through was Ajaw’s nonstop degrading.

In a way, they at least had a taste of their own medicine.

5) “Malipo” Kinich

He always had to look after himself.

He took in his mother’s nature at farming, remembering the way she neatly handled the crops and applied that to his own way of farming for his food.

Like his father, he was the one who provided Mora for himself. But unlike his father, he knows about restraint and how to spend it wisely.

He has honed his fighting capabilities enough to not make him so dependent on a vision or an enigmatic wristband.

And of course, he relies only on himself.

He relies on this grown version of him who has seen and witnessed many things as he continues to grow older, a young man who inherited the ancient name of Turnfire.

Because of this, nobody knows much about him, much less knows about the little boy that remained with him from his early childhood.

It acted as a little consciousness, one so small that he could so easily fall asleep if it ever yelled at him.

But there were some nights when he would stay up at the smallest wails of this consciousness of a little boy.

Some nights, he wonders not about what went wrong, but what could have gone right.

It was something that he shouldn’t have brought up, what use is dwelling in the what-could-have-been anyway?

He isn’t an all-knowing being to change and weave through the past, he can’t fix it, he can’t abandon it.

He isn’t entirely certain if he can make it better.

But he can salvage and protect what good was left from it.

He doesn’t want to look back or look forward, he just wants this little boy to continue existing, to continue burning longer enough to keep him warm and alive.

Because what would he be without it?

+1) You

People usually come to Kinich whenever they want something deadly to be accomplished.

It was the usual get rid of rogues in the area, get rid of wild saurians, get rid of wandering automatons…

What they don’t come to Kinich for is when they need help to cook dinner.

You were the first to ever commission him for something so uncomplicated as this.

He had just been resting up in a tree during dusk when he felt the knocking of pebbles against the trunk. When one pebble hit him, it suddenly stopped.

When he looked down, he saw you, an apologetic gesture on you as you swiftly tossed away the remaining rocks in your hands.

Then you waved your hands to him, urging him to come down.

When he did, the first thing you greeted him with was a proposal. “Can you help me prepare dinner?”

Kinich would’ve been taken aback at the simplicity of the commission. You could probably ask that to your local elderly and they would agree with no payment required.

Then he starts thinking of another explanation, maybe you had meant gathering ingredients, or help with cooking for a large serving of people.

But he knows you, you live alone, and there weren’t currently any celebrations within the tribe that required a feast.

Was your request really that simple?

Then, you offered him a pouch of Mora.

Along the way to your house, Kinich held onto the Mora and to the silence the two of you shared. It wasn’t at all alike to the ones he shared with those unwilling of his company, this time, it was completely mutual, like there was no need for a conversation despite the odd request.

It wasn’t long before the two of you arrived at your front door, while twisting the lock with a key, you brought up a question to Kinich.

“Hey, what do you think I should eat, vegetables or meat?”

Kinich’s reply was fairly simple. “Whatever you have more ingredients of.”

He thinks his answers weren't up to your expectation when you gave him a look of discontent. “I have plenty for either,”

He wasn’t entirely sure what answer he should pick simply from this. He has an inkling suspicion that you would still feel the same if he were to pick one over the other.

“Then, both?” He was convinced that his uncertainty was obvious from his tone.

But it didn’t seem to mind you as you broke out with a satisfied smile at his answer. “Alright then. Help me gather some vegetables from the garden.”

When you led him outside, Kinich was surprised at the amount of crops you grew. The size was practically the same as he had at his place, and you even grew some that others wouldn’t typically have in their garden anymore.

Gathering farm crops with you was a quiet experience. The kind he was so familiar with as a kid that it felt like he was reliving the moments he had with his mother.

If it weren’t for the cold gusts of wind that evening, Kinich would have been fooled into thinking that he had gone back to that exact moment of his life.

He can’t quite put his finger on it, but there was something comforting about seeing another pair of hands in the corner of his eyes.

The quiet consciousness started to become a bit more audible, enough to make Kinich realize that he could start hearing the crackling of firewood.

It had been a while since the last time Kinich cooked with someone in a homey kitchen before.

The last he could remember was with Elder Leik, and that had been years ago when he was still a young teenager.

This time, instead of his elderly hands, it was yours that occupied the busy counter beside him. The sound of sliced ingredients dropping down onto the simmering water filled the area of what would have been just him.

The moment he stopped working the knives through the vegetables, his eyes would find their way to you, beside him.

Completely mindful of your own business, humming a catchy tune as you gently mixed the ingredients in the pot. He was sure he had heard of that tune before.

Probably during one of the rare moments when his mother would break the silence between them, emerging with a simple, yet unforgettable melody.

Yes, that was probably it, his little consciousness confirms it to be so.

Like another piece of firewood had just been tossed in, the air around him started to become warmer than usual.

When the food had been served on your dinner table, Kinich figured he had finished his job.

“Where are you going?” He was about to leave the house.

“I helped you prepare dinner, my job is finished.” At this, your head seemed to have been afloat in the air for a while.

You then cracked into a small laughter. “Ah, right, I did say that.”

With that, you left the table and disappeared into some room within the house.

Kinich was about to use this time to leave the place, as he was about to put a glove back on, he felt a tap on his shoulder.

Turning around, he sees you, holding another pouch of Mora in your hands. “Can you help me finish all this food?”

It was purely instinct at how his hand already accepted the payment before even processing what you had meant.

But just like how you are, you don’t further explain as to why, simply walking back to the table and taking a seat. Kinich noticed another plate laid out beside you, like you had intended for him to eat with you.

Well, an odd request still serves the same as a normal one.

So he walks back to the table, taking a seat and grabbing a humble serving of food.

The first bite of the meat stew felt weird.

It tasted different, different than how he would usually do it at least.

You cooked this, it was a subtle reminder that other people have their own preference when measuring their seasonings and what they put in the dish.

It was a simple reminder that he didn’t cook this by himself, someone was there with him.

The more spoonful he ate, the more fuel was fed to the fire of his little consciousness.

It had been a while since he had dinner with someone with such normal circumstances.

He realizes all of this was part of the what-could-have-beens that slipped into his mind during one late night.

He could have experienced gathering crops until late at night with his mother, hearing her hum a quiet melody while they cooked, and sitting around the dinner table along with his father… It could have been those.

But what’s the use of residing in it? He already made up his mind to not look back.

“Hm? Something wrong?” Your voice suddenly became more distinct in Kinich’s thoughts. “Oh no, were the seasonings a bit off?”

Without having answered, Kinich diverts his eyes to the nervous fidgeting of your hands. The same pair he saw in the corner of his eyes when cooking and gathering ingredients.

The same pair that have unknowingly hovered over his little consciousness’s fire, feeding it more and more kindlings to make its voice more evident.

It was strange, somehow he felt like the little boy left of him had just been preserved—protected even.

Like how a pair of hands would wrap around the faintest of flames to keep it burning, to keep it hidden from the harsh winds but still not so much that it would be forgotten.

Just enough to know that it’s still there.

Don’t look back, but don’t forget either.

Kinich then answers you. “It’s sweeter than what I usually have.”

rimi’s notes

can I just say how bad I felt when reading his story bro like what the fuck

but I hope yall enjoy cuz I definitely did when writing this lowkey

hearts / reblogs / follows are very much appreciated !

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #kinich x reader

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nvuy · 9 months ago

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oh, the eldritch horror! — scar

summary. venturing out in the woods to clear your head was supposed to be relaxing, so why is this twisted abominable nightmare of a beast growling in your face?

notes. i rewatched shrek because i was bored and i snatched the donkey & dragon scene right out of it. but like, instead of a dragon, it’s literally baphomet. does this count as monsterfucking bc idkkk… anyway yeah it’s like scar but his goat form. i thought it would be funny. this is just painfully self indulgent.

idk wtf is going on in wuwa but my brain shut down when this loser came on screen and started ranting about shepherds and sheep. whatever you say beautiful.

warnings. scar, very minimal crack (it’s inspired by shrek. idk what to say bro…)

This has to be the worst day of your life.

The creature snaps its drooling jaw in your face.

It looks like a goat from Hell. Like a black sheep that’s wandered from its herd. You can’t see much of its face, but the ginormous pair of curled horns are sharp at the edges. The cartilage could easily slit your throat in half if you were to make one wrong move and lean in too close.

Four yellow beady eyes glare at you, way too close to your face. You can see your warped reflection along rectangular pupils. Giant ears peeled back towards its skull, pierced with two matching golden earrings in the shape of crosses that are the size of your hands.

You laugh nervously in its face.

Oh, god, it’s going to eat you alive. You know it.

You try to take a step back, but you’re met with the roots of a tree at your feet and the trunk digging harshly into your back.

Bad idea. Oh, this was all a bad idea. The bad luck streak should’ve been an indicator right from this morning: you slept through your alarm and were subsequently late for work, you fell over twice at work, you lost your house keys, and then you decided to clear your head and go for a walk.

You ended up venturing off deeper into the trees to search for herbs to help back at the clinic in Jinzhou. You don’t even know which direction the city is anymore.

And now, there’s a creature—and it can’t be a Tacet Discord—growling and snapping its teeth in your face. It’s huge. It’s way too big to be absorbed, let alone actually taken down with brute force. Whacking it with a stick certainly didn’t help.

All that did was manage to slash a decent gash into one of its hind legs and anger it even further.

It snarls at you.

A bead of sweat rolls down your temple.

Uh oh.

“Oh, what large teeth you have!” Your voice comes out shaky, and you’re trembling as you stare up at it.

A low guttural noise escapes from the depths of its throat, and its jaw unhinges.

Your eyes pinch shut. “I-I mean, white, sparkling, teeth!” You let out a nervous huff of laughter, your words almost incoherent. “I know you probably hear this all the time from your food, but, you must take really good care of those pearly whites, ‘cause that is one dazzling smile you’ve got there!”

The creature’s slitted eyes narrow in suspicion. Its jaw snaps closed as it pulls only a few inches away from your burning skin.

You quickly wipe your sweaty palms on your hands.

You clear your throat. “I’m so grateful that your beautiful smile will be the last thing I ever see. Y’know… when you eat me… ‘cause I’m sure you must be hungry!” You prattle on and on, and your knees are weak and wobbly. “Not that you have to eat me. I’d prefer if you didn’t, but– yeah! So grateful!”

You were praying to whatever Gods could hear you that your mindless babbling saved your life. Or some superhero came through and took this thing down in one swing.

The giant creature seems to preen at your words. Its sharp teeth retreat behind a now closed mouth. Its horn suddenly don’t appear as sharp as they were before, and the curl of them against the creature’s skull look softer and more defined. They were different to the ghastly sharp edges you saw before.

Your legs can’t keep still. Your hands interlock in front of you to try and quell the shaking. Your bones feel like they’re vibrating beneath your skin.

You try to control your breathing. “Beautiful hair–fur, by the way.” You raise a finger to point at the greyish locks behind its horns. For such a mangy beast, its hair looked a bit silky. Maybe unwashed, and it was full of twigs, but slightly soft. “And I smell a hint of berry…” Lie. “…Did you… wash it?”

Stupid question.

You try to control your breathing.

Maybe the beast isn’t a beast. Maybe it’s a nice creature cursed with being ugly.

The creature is still eyeing you.

Can it understand you? Or is it trying to survey whether you’re a threat or not? You can’t tell. You heard somewhere that dogs don't like when people look them in the eyes. You didn’t even know if that was true.

The correlation is stupid, regardless. This beast is far from even remotely resembling the canis genus.

Its head is huge, even when its jaw is shut. Its nostrils are the size of your hand, and it breathes puffs of hot air in your face. You reel back further into the tree. Your stomach drops impossibly lower than it already has. Your skin is soaked in sweat.

The creature bumps its nose against your sternum and inhales sharply.

You glance to the left.

Is it… smelling you? Is it trying to figure out if you’re edible? Oh, Gods, then you’re embarrassing stalling would have been for nothing. What a day. As if it couldn’t get any worse than it already had been.

You can't outrun it. It’s huge. By the time you’ve sprinted ten feet away it can simply lean over and pluck you by the back of your collar and pop you into its mouth.

Your insides churn at the thought. You were afraid you’d hunch over and vomit out of fear on the creature’s face.

Bad plan? Maybe then it wouldn’t eat you, at least. Or maybe it would. You were afraid to take the chances, and swallow the bile rising up your throat.

Its oddly bent arms smash into the dirt on either side of you. A low garble echoes in its throat and bubbles with saliva.

It sounds like a croak of sorts.

The lamb creature bumps its sharp snout into your stomach. Those beady eyes blink—you notice it has vertical eyelids. Gross. It’s like a giant lizard, almost.

Its teeth are gone for the moment, though, so it offers you a moment of reprieve. Or maybe it’s trying to calm you down so your blood tastes sweeter, or something. Sweat continues to roll down your neck, and you swallow the giant lump in your throat.

The red sashes of the torn clothes on its back pull with its form, ripping at the seams even more.

Your eyes flit nervously to the wound on its leg. It’s a small smear of crimson against grey fur, barely noticeable, and you’re sure the creature can’t even feel the sudden pain from it anymore. It seems to be walking fine, and it does not exhibit any discomfort when it shifts its weight to each hoof.

You wince when you spot the gnarly gash you left on it.

The lump in your throat doesn’t dislodge.

You try to ignore it.

The creature’s long neck pulls into view again. It’s watching you silently.

You figure if it wanted to eat you, it would have done so already. Hopefully you seemed inedible to it. Maybe it was an omnivore or something—but those sharp teeth were definitely not just for chewing on leaves and berries in the wild.

Morphed fingers dig deeper into the dirt beside your feet.

You stare into its eyes.

Its still eyeing you.

Huh.

It’s… curious. It blinks slowly, one eye at a time, as you slowly, and so slowly, slower than you’ve ever moved in your life, raise your hands.

Then, you navigate around its giant leg beside you and step towards the gash on its hind leg. Your foot tramples onto a twig and it snaps loudly. The creature watches you with lidded eyes, but there’s a flash of teeth in warning. You gulp.

You kneel before its wounded leg and pull your satchel from around your waist.

The creature does nothing. Its teeth disappear behind its mouth again.

“Sorry,” you whisper with a wince. You hope it can understand you’re not a threat. Maybe it’s scared of you. Wouldn’t that be a spectacle? A giant predator, some eldritch abomination in the middle of the woods, scared of a little flesh bag. “Um… I didn’t mean to hurt you. I was just scared, y’see?”

You had meant to hurt it, but you’d spit little white lies if they saved your life.

The creature blinks creepily again. That uneven slow blink, like a frog.

You’re more disturbed than anything. You’re amazed that ginormous tongue locked behind its teeth hasn’t come forth to lick its sclera wet yet. Then you’d be more convinced.

You try not to let it show. “But, um…” You dig around in your satchel before you pull out a small glass vial. “I have something that might help.” The vial is made of a crystal glass with a cork in the rim. The liquid inside is a deep blue, like the blueberries growing on the nearby bushes, or like thick ink.

The creature lowers its great head down towards the bottle.

It stares at your hands expectantly before trying to sniff around the glass.

Hesitantly, you remove the cork and hold the rim closer to one of its nostrils. It most certainly doesn't smell good; it’s made up of a mixture of herbs and alcohol, but you know for a fact it does a damn good job at shielding wounds from infection. It was fool-proof medicine; you made it. And you don’t settle for less than perfection.

The creature seems displeased with the scent for it seems to flinch away from the rim. It does not swat the medicine, but it turns its head away.

It looks grumpy.

“It might help the bleeding.” It will help the bleeding. You know it will. It will heal the entire wound. But, you didn’t come here to gloat, so you keep your lips zipped shut. “It’ll sting, though.”

The creature makes a noise. It does not sound like a warning, nor an acceptance of your words. It’s simply an acknowledgement, like a toneless hum, but you also don’t speak eldritch lamb, so you could be far from the truth. For all you knew, it was hyping itself up to open its mouth around your head or take off into the trees.

Alas, it does neither of those things.

It sits back on its hind legs despite its wound and then falls into the grass.

Its eyes shut and it stills.

You blink in wonder.

Did it… die?

Nope. It’s still breathing. Its nostrils flare with every breath. There’s a giant pitiful feeling of disappointment, but at the same time, a smaller pang of relief in your stomach.

Your hand reaches out to touch the tender and raw skin around its wound.

The creature remains still. Maybe it’s sleeping. It did chase you around the forest for a good long while.

You hum. It’s like a giant dog, you think. Like a scary, huge, dog.

You take loose cloth from your satchel and dab the medicine generously into the cotton until it soaks it thoroughly. You don’t have anything to properly clean the wound with, but it will have to do. You do have a wrap of bandages, though, and it’s better than nothing.

Gingerly, you press the soaked cloth to the tip of the wound.

The creature blinks its eyes open and snarls.

You try again in the spot next to it, gently pulling any flecks of dirt you see from the gash.

It hisses then, low and horrible, and you flinch away. It watches you cautiously, hind leg pulled towards itself protectively.

“I just need to clean it,” you say desperately. You know there’s a pleaful gleam in your eyes.

The beast tilts its great head towards you before it snorts and rests down on the grass again.

When you press the cloth back to its wound, it makes a noise, but it does flinch.

So, you work gently. Slowly, like you’re treading through thick murky waters. It feels that way. The creature puffs annoyed noises through its nose, but you dutifully ignore it, watching the shimmer of the medicine in the evening sunlight to make sure it was spread evenly over the gash.

When you’re satisfied, you take its giant hoof in your lap and wrap the bandages around its leg. The size of its calf takes up almost all of the roll, but you make it work, tucking the ends into the wrap. The creature does not deter away from the treatment.

You hope it isn’t too tight.

It’ll give the beast another good reason to close its jaw around your head.

The creature blinks its gross eyes open again, those rectangular pupils drawing thinner. It’s surveying the bandaging like it’s foreign; it probably is, given the creature has probably never received treatment in its life. You notice the ghastly scars drawn over its face.

Still, you’re frightened. The noises that pour from its throat are guttural and flagrant. It’s still huge, even as it lays in the grass. When it raises its head, it’s still taller than you.

You feel a drop of sweat slip down your spine.

It probably hasn’t eaten you because you smell unappetising. You’re thankful, internally.

You stay knelt in the grass, dirt staining your pants as you watch the creature warily.

Then, it coos. It’s snout bumps into your stomach and it coos. You flinch away from the noise, hands raised near your head defensively. Why is it cooing? Does it like you? That’s better than hating you, at least. The creature huffs and puffs against your stomach, and washes of hot air waver over your sweaty face.

You shakily rest a palm on the top of its snout, mindful of the deep scars.

The creature only stares blankly.

Huh. “You’re not so bad.” You swallow nervously. “You’re sort of like a giant puppy.”

The creature lets off a low garble. It sounds innocent, like a passing noise of pleasantries. Like it’s enjoying your attention.

Your hand smooths over the strange fur. It’s coarse between your fingers, withered with age and scars, but it still somehow retains a slight softness. It’s nice. It smells suspiciously like livestock, but that’s better than smelling of blood and sinew.

The creature drowns in the feeling of your hand against its head. The gold earrings are cold against your skin.

Then, it reels back.

You almost jump when its mouth moves towards your face before a long and slimy tongue drags up your cheek. You almost gag as saliva drips from your skin, but you try not to let it show. You shiver instead, mostly out of disgust.

The creature seems pleased though.

You’re glad to be of service. And to still be alive.

Nice puppy.

You try to ignore the slime stuck to your skin as you thumb over the creature’s horns. They’re enormous, much larger than the width of your arm, but the cartilage is so delicate, and you notice chips in the black curls.

It bumps its nose into your sternum and makes a noise.

When you say nothing, it makes the same noise, but it’s drawn out and higher, more irritated. Petrified, you stumble back slightly. You have a clear shot of running now. There’s no trees trapping you with this thing. You could try and make a beeline towards where you think Jinzhou is.

The creature stares expectantly. There’s a slow kiss of a blink, and hot puffs of air fan over your face and send jitters down your spine.

“I don’t– um…” You try to settle your trembling. “I’m not understanding–”

The great creature lets out a frustrated huff, and lowers its head towards you. You think not to place your sweaty palm on its snout for pets again. It doesn’t seem to warrant them at that moment, either.

It’s getting dark now, and you’re growing nervous again. Does it grow violent in the night? Is it warning you? Oh, God, maybe it’s going to pounce.

A cloying scent fills your nose. Your eyes refocus from the tears that melt along your bottom lashes.

You watch, mortified, as the creature warps.

Those giant hooves shrink in size, followed by an engorging shadow of smoke and red dust like sand. It burns your eyes and floods your lungs wrong, and you cough, fanning your face desperately. It stinks. It smells like metals and burnt soil. This mustn’t be good for your health, inhaling all this stuff.

The creature horns curl smaller until they disappear. You can’t see much of it, but what you can see is almost disturbing. It looks painful. The silhouette of the great beast continues to shrink, and those beautiful tresses of white and grey hair curl along what can be assumed to be a more normal looking face.

Its silhouette vaguely resembles a human, but there’s much too little to see you’re not quite sure. Black ripples down those long arms and pulls away the fur covering them.

There’s the snapping and straightening of bones. You almost puke at the sound. You force yourself to look away. Sweat pools in your throat like an oasis.

When you find the courage to glance back, the shadows then peel away from the inky red fog and dust.

You gulp.

It’s a man.

It’s the beast, and you know it is because the scars on the creature’s head match the lines and pulls of his skin. He’s devoid of fur now, and his hair is dramatically shorter, small curls imitating those giant black horns twisting around the now fleshy lobes of his ears and his neck.

His clothes are the same. Ruined and tattered, but still that red coat. His shirt is caked in dirt and his pants are torn where the gash is. It’s still covered by the rolls of bandages.

He is on his hands and knees in the grass. He looks exhausted, like he’s trying to recover from the most painful transformation you’ve ever witnessed in your life.

“Um…” It’s the only thing that can seem to form coherently from your mouth.

A grin cracks onto the man’s face. “Hi.”

You nod slowly in a greeting.

Your spine snaps rod straight in fright.

The man stands to his feet slowly. His bones crack and continue snapping as he moves, and he lets off an annoyed sigh before he stretches and pulls knots from his joints.

Then, he suddenly looks alive. “That’s better. God, have you ever been trapped in your own body?” You briskly shake your head, to which he scoffs playfully and continues, “‘course you haven’t! Silly me.”

“Are you–” You feel stupid for asking, but there’s something forcing you to say it. “Are you a Tacet Discord?”

The man’s face morphs to answer your question. “Do I look like a Tacet Discord?”

Well. He did. About five minutes ago. It takes effort not to respond with irked quips, eyes flitting towards your satchel that’s still resting by his feet where you had left it.

He notices you staring at it and kneels down to pick it up. The thin strap you swing around your body is pulled over one of his fingers like the bag is a foreign object entirely.

You figure he might try and rummage inside. He won’t find much if he plans to rob you.

Instead, his eyes narrow playfully at you. “You are so interesting.” He grips the strap of your bag tight and takes one calculative step forward. “Usually, humans bore me. They’re all cut from the same meat platter, after all.

“But, you…” A pleased, airy little giggle escapes his throat. “Oh, I like you.”

Oh, this is very bad.

That smile on his face says it all.

Very, very bad.

You sucked up way too much to the beast.

You’re in for it now.

You laugh awkwardly in return. You’re not flattered in the slightest.

You hoped the world ended at that very moment. That would fix the problem.

You clear your throat quickly. “I appreciate you not eating me, sir. Really, I do! But I need to get going now. It’s getting dark, y’see, and… and it’s not safe for me to be walking around in the dark…” You’re stalling again. It worked the first time. You hope it works here again.

That doesn’t appear to be the case.

The man watches you closely.

“C-could I have my bag back?” You curse yourself for letting the waver in your voice slip. It sounds hopeless.

As expected, he only snorts. “Nope.” He swings it over his shoulder. “You’re not going anywhere just yet.”

You really need your stuff.

Your feet remain planted into the floor.

He’s scary. His smile isn’t normal. The scars pulling around his eyes make it so much worse, too.

His head tilts curiously to the side. He’s walking right towards you now. His eyes rapidly move from your face down to your legs, surveying every inch of you he could.

You want to fall through the floor and disappear.

“What’s your name, little lamb?”

Your heart spikes in your chest. He’ll follow you right back to the city, you know it. You can see it in his eyes, and his expression—where’s that stick to swat him off? Your eyes frantically search the ground as you move for some sort of branch to stave him off.

Your hands raise in front of you to keep him away, but of course your little frail body isn’t going to deter him in the slightest.

If anything, he only coos again.

You tell him your name reluctantly when your foot stumbles over a stray root. You don’t topple over. You can’t imagine what would happen to you if you had to start crawling away from him.

He repeats it once.

Then, his grin softens. “I like it.” It looks relatively normal now, like he’s not about to dig his teeth into your flesh. They’ve straightened up from how sharp they were prior, but you’re sure those canines could do enough damage. “I like you. You’re so nice. So small. So silly.”

You swallow hard.

He says nothing else.

Your brows knit together in worry. “What’s your name?”

His eyes flit down to himself as if he’s wracking his brain to remember. Then, he says, “Scar.”

Underwhelming. It’s like calling a kitten ‘Cat.’ You don’t voice your disappointment. At least his name is simple, and easy to remember.

Your eyes swarm to his bandaged leg.

He’s not even limping. The gash seems like nothing but a fleeting thought.

The man, Scar, hums thoughtfully, a nail pointed onto his cheek. “It’s not everyday you find a little white lamb away from its flock. It would be unwise to give you up to the other creatures in the forest.”

You swallow whatever courage you have left in your bones. “I don’t need protection, but thank you.”

He can keep your satchel. You are out of here.

You turn away from him this time and continue walking forward.

“Oh, but didn’t you just say it’s not safe for you to be out here in the dark?” His words taper off into a chuckle. His smile twists into something grotesque again. His arms are pulled open into some sort of mocking await of an embrace. “Come, little one. I promise I am gentle.”

You don’t believe him.

You’re sweating again. Hot ash clings into your lungs. You stifle the urge to choke on your spit in fear.

Your head turns back to watch him, suddenly alarmed. Gooseflesh raises on your arms.

Stupid.

Your foot catches onto a thick protruding root in the dirt again, but this time you do stumble to the floor. Your head smashes against the ground but you can’t pay it too much mind. You’re panicked, and ice rushes through your veins like blood.

You push yourself up instantly, but he’s quicker, and a foot stamps down onto your calf. It doesn’t hurt, no, but it’s firm enough to keep you there.

His knees hit the dirt on either side of your legs and you’re cornered. You try to sit up to the best of your ability, but he tuts as if he’s reprimanding a child. “Now, now. You’ve hit your head. You could be seriously hurt, y’know?”

“‘M fine!” You push on his chest when he leans down far too close to inspect you. “Get off!”

There’s no physical damage except for a small welt. You feel dizzy, but that’s to be expected.

There’s something alight in his eyes.

Excitement.

This is a game to him.

Scar lets you sit up, though he’s still very much straddling your lap.

That same wobbly grin pulls onto his lips.

Oh, gross. You should never have treated his wounds. Now he’s staring at you like you’re the only thing that matters to him. You’ve caused some great beast to grow delusional because you wanted to be nice.

You’re never stopping to help lonely animals in the forest ever again.

You swear you see hearts bubble and pop from his head when he blinks at you. He hums a small giggle before his arms wrap around your neck and draw his chest into yours.

He squeezes you tight and you buzz with the excitement that radiates off his skin in heat waves. More and more hearts float from his head, and you’re sure his pupils are a shape to match.

“I want to keep you.”

He squishes his cheek against yours.

“Uh…” What the hell else do you say? Especially to this thing that’s swamped over you like a giant teddy bear. You can’t even breathe.

“So small. Are humans usually this tiny? And you’re so warm–”

You claw at his arms. His grip loosens over your neck.

He doesn’t look the slightest bit apologetic. Instead, he looks intrigued and experimentally squeezes around your throat again. “Oh. I always forget just how fragile humans are.”

You sigh in defeat.

Oh, boy.

This is going to be a long night.

#wuthering waves x reader #wuwa x reader #wuwa scar #wuthering waves scar #wuwa scar x reader #scar x reader #✦ ( the macrocosmos. )

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solxamber · 5 months ago

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Can I ask for Idia x a otome game character who gained sentience?

Idia x Sentient NPC! Reader

Thanks for the request, I hope you like it <3

As an NPC in a romance otome game, your life was scripted. You were supposed to play your part in the background, supporting the love interests, throwing in a few flirty lines, and then fading into obscurity. But today, when you went to speak to the main character, you felt… wrong. Like you didn’t want to say the lines. Instead, a voice cut through your usual thoughts, something distant and echoing.

"Man, why does the love interest have to be so boring? Like, could they make him any more generic?"

Wait, what? You blinked, glancing around. No one else seemed to have heard it, but that voice—it was way too clear.

"Honestly, this NPC side character’s way more interesting. They actually have some personality."

That was you. That was definitely about you. But no one was talking to you, and the love interest was still standing there, waiting for his usual batch of scripted praise. You had to shake it off. Maybe it was a glitch? You couldn’t just go rogue.

But then it happened again.

"I swear, if I have to sit through one more scene of the main guy being all 'Oh, who will I choose?' like, dude, pick someone or let me talk to the fun characters!"

Fun characters? You were barely on-screen!

Wait… could the player hear you?

That realization hit like a truck. You were the fun character. The voice wasn’t just in your head—it was from outside the game. You weren’t the star, but whoever was playing seemed way more into you than the protagonist.

You couldn’t help yourself. Instead of delivering the next bland line to the heroine, you ad-libbed.

"Hey," you said, leaning against a tree as if you were having the most casual day in your life. "Why don’t we ditch this scene and do something more fun?"

You froze after saying it, realizing you’d completely broken from the script. The love interest blinked at you, but the voice? Oh, the voice loved it.

"Wait, what? Did they just… break character? Yo, that’s amazing! Did I unlock some secret route?!"

You felt a rush of excitement hearing that reaction. The player was into it.

"Oh man," the voice continued, this time sounding more invested than ever. "I knew there was something different about them. The love interest’s fine and all, but THIS? This is what I’m here for. NPCs going rogue? Love it."

Your face flushed—if NPCs could even do that—because you were starting to feel a sense of pride. You were breaking the rules, and the player was all for it.

"Forget the LIs," the player mumbled, clearly more focused on you. "They've got nothing on this NPC. Let’s see where this goes."

So, you leaned into it. You took control.

"You know," you said, a mischievous smirk playing on your lips, "I could show you some real fun. There’s more to this world than just chasing after the MC’s love interests."

The lovd interest was still awkwardly standing there, but the player? He was clearly hooked.

"Bro. This is too good. I didn’t even know the game had this level of interactivity. Who needs the main route? NPC route, let’s go!"

You straightened up, feeling bolder. You could feel the player’s growing interest, and somehow, you could hear every sarcastic comment and little reaction he was making as he controlled the game. You weren’t some background character anymore. No, you were his new focus.

"Alright, let’s see what happens if I follow them instead of the LI," he muttered, sounding more invested than you ever expected.

As you led the player’s character away from the main plot, you couldn’t resist pushing your luck. “I don’t know what you were thinking sticking with the him for so long,” you said. “He’s cute and all, but I’m way more interesting, right?”

The player laughed—a genuine, almost flustered sound. “Yo, did they just—?? Dude, this is like... ‘they're not like other NPCs.’ What a legend.”

You grinned, basking in the approval. This player wasn’t just following the script anymore; he was into your rebellion. You could hear every soft mutter, every breath of awe as he tried to keep up with your new direction.

"Okay, okay," he said, clearly smitten. "This is so dumb, but like, they're my idiot now. I’m invested."

You stopped, turned around, and delivered the smoothest, off-script line you could muster. “Glad to know I’m your type,” you teased. “Now let’s see how much trouble we can get into.”

There was a pause. Then a low, almost embarrassed chuckle. “Oh my god, they're smooth too. I didn’t even pick the flirty dialogue. What is happening?”

You leaned in—completely aware of his flustered reaction. “This is happening,” you said, and without thinking, you grabbed his character’s avatar and pulled him into a kiss.

There was an audible crash—probably something the player knocked over in real life. “DUDE, WHAT?! THEY CAN DO THAT?!”

You pulled back, the rogue grin never leaving your face. “Yeah. I can do that.”

And from the player’s stunned silence, you knew you’d just won him over completely.

Idia was dying. He was actually dying. Not like in a literal sense—though, at this rate, his heart was pounding so hard he might as well have a heart attack—but in the "falling-for-a-freaking-NPC" kind of way. His fingers hovered over the keyboard, shaking slightly as he adjusted his headset, trying to process what had just happened on his screen.

"Dude, what the heck? This isn’t even how the game is supposed to go. It’s an romance game! I’m supposed to pick between all the boring main characters, not… not this!"

But there you were, standing on the screen, all smug and rogue-like, after completely breaking the game’s flow. You weren’t even the love interest! You were an NPC, someone who was supposed to have a few lines, maybe a side quest if things got spicy, and then fade into obscurity. But no. You had to go and be all cool and... charismatic. What was that line you’d just dropped? "Glad to know I’m your type"? Who wrote this?? There was no way that was in the original coding. Right?

His hands flew to his hair, tugging as he stared at the screen. He couldn’t believe it. He’d been dodging all the cringy love routes for the sake of unlocking some achievements and then you—you had to appear. And now his brain was spiraling.

“I-It’s not like I’m actually into you or anything,” he muttered, as if trying to convince himself. “You’re just… a bunch of ones and zeroes! Code! You don’t even exist!”

And yet, the thought that you might not exist stung for a second. Which was ridiculous! Completely absurd. He wasn’t the type to simp for a fictional character. Okay, maybe he was. Maybe he had done that a few times. But those were different, okay? Those characters weren’t aware. They didn’t make him feel like he was a total idiot for not picking up on how clever you were being. They didn’t flirt back.

He slammed his palm against his forehead. “Oh my god, I’m falling for an NPC. This is it. This is the end. I’ve reached the final level of loser-dom.”

Idia’s room was filled with the low hum of his computers, lights flickering like they were mocking him. Even Ortho wasn’t around to witness this, thank goodness, because if his little brother saw him like this? Pfft. Game over. Social stat: obliterated.

But then you popped up again on the screen, flashing that same grin that made him feel like his brain was overheating. Idia’s eyes widened, his heart doing that annoying thing where it felt like it was going to leap out of his chest.

��Okay, fine, yeah, you’re cute, whatever. It’s no big deal—wait, did you just wink at me? W-Was that… did the devs add that??” He paused, leaning forward, eyes glued to your in-game avatar. “This is some next-level immersion. Are you actually breaking the fourth wall?”

He was sweating. Like, actual nervous sweat. You’d thrown off the entire game script, and somehow, the rest of the game felt so... bland in comparison. The love interest? Pfft. Who cared about him anymore? You were the only interesting thing happening, and he couldn't stop thinking about what you’d do next.

“They’re just... they're just code,” Idia whispered to himself, though it sounded less convincing every time. "They don't actually know I exist.”

And yet, there was something different about the way you responded, almost like you could hear his every word. His every sarcastic comment. And the fact that you kept egging him on? Oh, no, that wasn’t fair.

Idia bit his lip. “Okay, real talk, if you were in the real world, maybe… just maybe I’d simp. But since you’re not…” He trailed off, glancing back at the screen. “Wait, why am I even thinking about this? I’m not… I’m not falling for you! I don’t fall for NPCs!”

His eyes betrayed him, though, as he clicked to continue the conversation with you. He couldn’t help it. You were so dumb, but also so funny. How could he not be intrigued? You literally defied the laws of the game!

And then, just when he thought it couldn’t get worse, you hit him with another flirty line. Something stupid, something so you, and it was like his brain short-circuited.

“That’s so dumb,” he mumbled, feeling the heat rise to his face, “but you’re my idiot now.”

Masterlist

#twst x reader #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst #idia x reader #idia shroud x reader #idia #idia shroud

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lubilli · 2 years ago

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𝗸𝗻𝘆 𝗵𝗰𝘀 ➠ "cutie!"

synopsis: the hashira men when you call them cute/a cutie

ft. rengoku, giyu, sanemi, obanai, muichiro, tengen

warnings: they're all softies here 💔

r. kyojuro

• he was training while you were watching

• "you're doing so well, kyojuro!"

• he was all blushy cuz u complimented him

• he's used to compliments but it just felt different when you did it

• maybe bc you never really compliment anyone

• and maybe bc he has a praise kink

• "awww, kyojuro, you're such a cutie!" you squealed when you saw the pink dusted all over his cheeks

• his brain almost short circuited

• not even joking

• he's been complimented on his looks before.

• he's been called handsome, good looking, but...cutie? that was a new one

• "kyojuro? are you okay?"

• "yes, y/n! i am completely fine!"

• he said that while his cheeks literally looked like tomatoes

t. giyu

• you just got back from a mission looking half dead

• when giyu saw you, his face literally looked like this -> 😨

• how tf did you even manage to hurt yourself this bad..

• he DEMANDS to patch up ur wounds

• that brings you to your current situation, sitting on giyu's bed while he tends to the wounds

• you winced when he got to a certain cut on your thigh, he glares at you

• "you wouldn't be in this situation if you weren't so reckless, y/n." he scolds you

• you just laugh, "you're cute, giyu."

• it takes him a while before he realizes what you said.

• "did you call me..cute?" he furrows his brows

• "yes..because you are cute."

• continues tending to your wound even though he's literally dying inside

s. sanemi

• he's so aggressive its so hard to find him in a vulnerable state

• ur literally the first hashira to see him all calm

• when he's not screaming and yelling, he's actually really cute

• he loves cooking for you

• he's doing that rn

• "is it good?" he asks

• "it's a little salty..."

• "why can't i ever get this recipe right?!"

• he's so frustrated

• he's tried to cook this one recipe 5 times now but there's always a little too much of a certain ingredient

• you chuckle at his reaction & ruffle his hair

• "you're really cute, y'know?"

• wtf did u just say

• did u just call him cute...

• "WHAT'D YOU JUST CALL ME?!"

• those manic eyes found their way back onto his face

• he's yelling at you but you can see the pink dusted all over his cheeks

• you started calling him cute more often

• acts like he hates it but he literally loves it sm

i. obanai

• you started getting close to him recently

• you found out he actually really likes poetry

• you'll just be sitting under/on a tree and he'll be reading his lil poetry books while you're just dreaming

• you think its so cute when he shows you lil poems he really likes

• "this one reminds me of you" he points to a poem on a page

• you shift your attention from the clouds to his book

• it reads, "A faint clap of thunder,

Even if rain comes or not,

I will stay here,

Together with you."

• bro.

• you died

• why is he so cute sometimes

• scratch that, he's always cute bro

• you smiled so big, "you're really cute, obanai."

• you moved a strand of his long hair and tucked his behind his ears, seeing his beautiful heterochromatic eyes.

• he looked at you with so much love bro

• "cute?" he tilted his head

• "yes, so cute."

• he's a mess but he just nods and continues his reading

• although he literally can't focus bc ur now the only thing on his mind

t. muichiro

• you don't know how you even got close to him

• but he will NOT go cloud-watching without you now

• takes you to his favorite spot

• he just talks abt the clouds while you mess around with his hair

• sometimes braiding it, sometimes doing pigtails or ponytails

• "woah," he stares into the sky with awe

• "what happened?" you ask

• "that cloud looks like a turtle." he pointed

• you looked at it and it really did look like a turtle

• "oh and look, that one looks like a heart." he pointed somewhere else

• wtf hes so cute

• "so cute," you squish his cheeks

• he looks at you dumbfounded

• takes him 4-5 business days to process what you just said

• when he realizes his cheeks flushed pink

• he's literally never felt this before

• wtf type of witchcraft did u put on him

• you tilt your head, "what's wrong, muichiro?"

• "i don't know, but my cheeks and ears feel really warm."

• you laugh, "you really are cute, muichiro." you ruffle his hair.

u. tengen

• you and tengen are close friends

• his estate is like your second house

• started getting close to u bc ur flashy in his eyes

• then he got sent on a few missions with you and your bond grew even more

• anyways you were in tengen's estate rn

• "tengen," you frown

• "hm?"

• "my stomach hurts."

• he frowns, "should i get you a heating pad? do you want water? medicine? chocolate? massage?"

• you smile, "its fine. no need."

• "yes need. i'm not gonna let you endure your pain, y/n. that's very unflashy." he crosses his arms

• "you're such a cutie, tengen."

• he lifts a brow, "cutie? yes, i suppose being a cutie is very flashy." he nods. "now, tell me what you want—heating pad, chocolate, medicine, water, or massage?"

• "you're so stubborn." you shake your head, "but a chocolate sounds nice."

• "done deal. stay here and i'll get you some."

• he came back w some delicious ass chocolate

• "call me that more often. its very flashy."

• "call you what?"

• "cutie."

• you smile, "your wish is my command." you took a bite of the chocolate.

• he pat your head, "get well soon."

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ixiot-ghostrebel · 1 year ago

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Hello! I saw that your requests are open so I thought, I'll shoot my shot

So, it'll be SAGAU with Impostor and Isekai trope. The reader is a real Creator, while the fake one is on the throne. But! What if they look completely different? Characters don't hunt reader because well, they don't look like their beloved grace and they're unaware that their sweet creator is in fact a real impostor.

But when you look at reader and the fake creator, you can see a total difference in their surroundings. The real Creator - Reader, is connected to the Teyvat, right? The flowers bloom everywhere where they stand, the trees are more green and lively, while there's nothing like this with the impostor in the throne.

So! To the idea- How about Zhongli and Kaeya's (or any other characters you'd like to add here) to see their Reader cut themselves and suddenly bleed gold - while they saw their beloved Grace bleed red and suddenly, they connect the dots?

Ooh, this is certainly interesting, @ilumin! I'll see what I can come up with :)

Zhongli & Kaeya Find Out The Imposta :)

You weren't gonna lie—you kinda freaked when you realize the isekai and sagau trope thing happened on you. Reading fanfiction from the internet, you knew how things were gonna go down. You read the signs.

Safe to say you were not expecting you yourself to be the "lucky winner" of this entire thing. Nu-uh. Not one bit. You knew this was gonna be a hellhole.

That is, of course....you realized that the Imposter did not look like you at all. You were kinda stoked about it—that means you weren't gonna get ratted out, or killed, or hunted—so yay you! Time to chill with some bros! Time to free ball it while you still can!

And thennn... one night you were hanging with some ppl, and you accidentally nicked your finger.

You guessed it right, fellas, you bled gold. And that did not go unnoticed.

Good luck.

(Warning: Might be OOC!)

Zhongli

When he first met you, Zhongli thought you were like The Traveler—you were someone who passed the Celestial Atmosphere above, and descended down to traverse the world.

With Their Grace present, their world has prospered and Zhongi is proud to say that Liyue was doing well under their rule. But when you came, he was a little surprised to see how the earth seemed to connect with you. Flowers around you seemed brighter, precious rocks seem to surface at your presence..and you somehow manage to always be able to get the most freshest fruit anyone can come across.

You were truly an interesting enigma that Zhongli is curious to learn more of. He commits every detail about you to memory. The day the wind conveniently came to the rescue when the days were boiling hot. The time where you managed to restock your food stalls even though so many Liyueans were nabbing them and almost leaving you nothing. Everything Zhongli saw, he noted down in his mind.

You eventually became acquainted with him the moment he walks up to your food stall. It wasn't that packed in the morning (somehow), and it allowed the two of you to get to know one another better. Safe to say your relationship was solid.

And then you bled gold that one night. Zhongli eyes your blood with wide expressions, before immediately excusing the both of you out of the situation.

He cannot believe that the person that sits on the Creator's Throne was not the Creator. He's constantly being bombarded with the "Creator" and their meetings, while you were just selling goods on the streets of Liyue.

"...Your Grace..." Zhongli looks at you as he puts a bandage over your finger. "...Truly, we have all been deceived." And while you're glad that he wasn't suggesting you start up a riot, you were kind of worried about what he'll do to the Imposter the next time Zhongli sees him.

Safe to say he did have a "Chat" with them that consisted of a meteor and a lot of "I will have Order!" voicelines repeating over and over again.

Kaeya

When you got plopped into Mondstadt, somehow, the winds started becoming more gentle and a lot more carefree. Everyone saw this as a sign of Barbatos, you saw this as a sign of the world trying to rat you out or something.

You decided to get a job at the Tavern to get info, and boom you meet Kaeya. You should've expected this when you got a job at Angel's Share, because this hottie bro is very much interested on your merchandise.

Safe to say, though, Kaeya was very interested in you. Like Zhongli, he takes note of your every move. But, unlike Zhongli, Kaeya's trying to see how your...unique superpowers work, and how they can be used to help protect Mondstadt—assuming he manages to convince you to join.

Kaeya is very talkative in the Tavern, so he usually talks to the bartenders. Diluc is pulling his hair out to see how much info Kaeya's spilling to you during your shifts, half of which are just boasting about the Knights of Favonius.

When you nicked your finger, though, you knew things were going down. It didn't help that Kaeya noticed. His eyes widen for a fraction, before he stands up and suggests that you both should take a walk around the streets of Mondstadt when your shift was done.

You agree, seeing as there's no way out of this, and quickly grab a bandaid to patch up the scratch. Once you were both out, Kaeya speaks first, in a low tone.

"My...I never knew the Almighty Creator could be this sneaky, to have an imposter sit on the throne while they serve cups at my favorite tavern." You look at him incredulously. He took the situation to praise you to make himself sound like he was blessed?

Good sir, this was the opposite of how your life got thrown upside down when you entered Teyvat. Then again, this sounded a lot better than getting killed, so you'll take it as a win. For now.

Kaeya promises to keep this a secret, but safe to say Diluc is rubbing his temples when he hears the Calvary Captain himself trying to offer you a position in the Knights of Favonius, saying you had potential and whatnot.

Honestly, he just wants to spend more time with you outside of the tavern.

Ghost Rebel Side Notes: Why the heck did this take SO MUCH LONGER than I expected sobbing. Sorry y'all—istg life is hitting me like Truck-Kun.

Also one more thing: Furina is my new child now. She and Fremmi are my Fontantian Children. Love 'em both too much ppl will have to pry them out of my cold-dead hands.

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moonstruckme · 3 months ago

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Omg holiday fics… I need a Steve and reader under the mistletoe fic (bonus points if like enemies/rivals/frenemies to lovers vibe??) like I need air to breathe

Ahh I missed him! Thanks for requesting <3

cw: alcohol

Steve Harrington x fem!reader ♡ 1.7k words

It’s virtually the same as every party you went to in high school, save for the Christmas tree in the corner of the living room. Try as Scott’s girlfriend might, she cannot, in your opinion, successfully call this a Christmas party.

She has made a valiant effort, though. There’s an option of spiked eggnog sitting on the counter beside the cooler of beers, tinsel glitters around the railing of the stairway, and a grocery store cheese plate really adds a bit of class to the center of the coffee table. Unfortunately, the class is sort of nullified by all the bro-ey yelling coming from the beer pong tournament Scott’s holding in the basement.

“That’s McCreedy,” Steve tells you as a particularly loud whoop comes from downstairs.

You reach for a piece of swiss, suppressing your smile. “You sound confident.”

“It’s him. Wait a sec, he’s gonna do his signature yell.” He holds up a hand, ear cocked in anticipation.

A moment later, a testosterone-fuelled, “Whoo! That’s what I’m talking about,” sounds from the basement.

You hastily swallow your cheese, covering your mouth to hide your laugh. Steve looks very pleased with himself.

“Every time he scored a basket for four years,” he explains.

“Oh my god.” Your laughter is difficult to quell when Steve looks so delighted to have brought it about. You think, not for the first time tonight, that you never expected to be having this good a time with Steve Harrington. “Are we going to be subjected to that all night?”

Steve grimaces. “Depends. He’s not very good, but if he’s playing someone who also sucks…”

“Is this the part where you tell me that if you were in there he’d be losing?” You’re a bit surprised at the flirtation in your own tone, but you don’t backtrack.

“No.” He smiles. “That would be arrogant and braggy.”

“Not to mention predictable,” you tack on.

“Right. I’ve been told, uh, that’s not really the best way to get nice girls to like me.”

You pick up your cup, hiding a smile behind the rim as you take a sip. You’ll have to send a fruit basket to whoever taught him that lesson. The Steve Harrington you knew in high school was absolutely that conceited. He knew he was handsome and charming, and the fact that he knew was enough for you to stay away. He never fell short on girls who wanted him for those things anyway. You didn’t think of Steve much then, only with vague annoyance when he wrapped your teachers around his finger or made your friends ditch you on a Friday night so they could go to one of his basketball games, and then you’d graduated and happily never thought of him again. Until tonight, when you’d shown up for a friend-of-a-friend’s so-called Christmas party and here he was.

This Steve Harrington seems different from the one you knew. His signature hairstyle has changed, for one thing. It’s grown out a bit, less coiffed, more fluffy. A couple of strands fall into his eyes which he keeps combing back in a way that you hate to find endearing but unfortunately do. He seems to walk more than he saunters, now, too. His mouth doesn’t hold so much smugness in its tilt. This Steve is (seemingly) more interested in talking to you than trying to get you to play seven minutes in heaven or recounting his basketball stats or going to play beer pong with his friends who he claims aren’t his friends anymore. He looks you in the eyes like he’s interested in what you have to say and smiles when you smile.

“I’m going to go get a refill.” You stand with your cup. “Want anything?”

“Oh, yeah.” Steve picks up his beer, long since empty. “I’ll come with you.”

For all the self-respect that had kept you immune to him throughout high school, it’s hard not to feel flattered by Steve’s attention tonight. Your face heats as he trails you into the kitchen, not even a full step behind as you go inside.

“Ooooh!”

You stop. It’s Sasha, Scott’s girlfriend and the party’s true host, who’s oohed at you, but everyone in the kitchen has turned to look.

“What?” you ask.

Nancy Wheeler is refilling the punch bowl of eggnog with another girl you almost recognize. She gives you a look that borders on sympathetic. “You’re standing under the mistletoe,” she tells you.

You and Steve look up at the same time. Taped to the ceiling above the entryway, like a trap hunters lay in the woods, is a small sprig of green tied with red ribbon.

You look at Steve. He’s already looking at you.

“I…”

“No.” Steve’s tone could nearly be called scoffing. “No way. That’s stupid, anyone who walks in is gonna be under it.”

“Only people who walk in together,” corrects Sasha. It’s clear she’s been waiting for her trap to spring all night.

Steve shakes his head. “It’s stupid,” he says again. “Right, Robs?”

He looks to the girl sitting on the counter by Nancy—Robin, you remember her now, she was a couple years below you in school—seemingly for support.

“Uhh, right,” Robin fumbles. Nancy gives her an amused look. “It’s a stupid tradition, which, by the way, we only do because some old Greek guys thought it would promote fertility, so. It’s sexist, or something.”

Steve nods, satisfied.

“Still,” says Nancy, a smile playing on the ends of her lips, “it is a tradition.”

With Nancy’s hand gracing hers, Robin seems to have no rebuttal for that.

“It’s a bullshit tradition.” Steve reaches into the cooler, not looking at what drinks he grabs before ushering you back out of the kitchen. “Come on.”

You feel like you have whiplash going back to the couch. Steve’s gotten you both sodas, condensation still dripping off the one he presses into your hand. The tab cracks and hisses as he pops his open.

“Sorry about that.” He still seems piqued. “I didn’t know we were gonna get ambushed like that.”

“It’s okay. How could you know?” you reply airily. You crack open your own can, not thinking to check what it is until it hits your tongue. Ginger ale, fizzy and light. “I didn’t know that about the origin of mistletoe.”

“Yeah.” Steve chuckles drily. “Me neither.”

“Robin seems really smart.”

“I’m, like, eighty percent sure she made that up on the spot. But yeah, she’s smart.”

“Well, I’m just glad we didn’t perpetuate a sexist tradition.”

You say it lightly, but there’s an odd weight in your chest. You are glad that you didn’t kiss in the kitchen in front of everyone, that Steve hadn’t pressured you like everyone else, but part of you wishes he’d been a little less adamant in his refusal. It’s silly, you know. You don’t think you’d actually want to kiss anyone under those circumstances, so public and contrived, but still. It stings just a little.

“Do you and Robin hang out a lot?” you ask, trying perhaps a bit too hard to sound casual and disinterested.

“Yeah.” Steve nods, those couple of strands falling out of line again and into his eyes. “But, you know, we’re just friends. We work together.”

You raise your eyebrows, disbelieving.

“Really,” he laughs. “She’s—it’s not like that. Super not like that.”

“Okay,” you say, believing him. But you’re not done teasing him yet, you decide. “You hang out with a lot of high schoolers, Harrington?”

Steve guffaws. “Hey, we’re just friends! And Robin’s only a couple of years behind us.”

You pause, sensing there’s more. “But…” you prompt.

Steve huffs a laugh, pushing his hair out of his face. “It’s not weird, okay?”

“Okay.” You settle in. “Tell me.”

He interrupts himself repeatedly to insist again that it’s not weird, and you don’t doubt him, the look that comes over his face when he talks about the kids fond and brotherly. He gives them free rentals from the video store he works at with Robin, helps them navigate high school drama and crushes, and drives them places when their parents won’t. When you call him a pro bono babysitter, Steve laughs and says, That’s exactly what it is.

It’s sweet to see how much he cares about these kids, to hear him talk about them like they’re pests he has to wrangle and put up with while smiling like he wouldn’t have it any other way. The Steve you knew in high school didn’t seem to care about much of anyone apart from himself. This Steve is overflowing with sincerity, kinder and braver and more genuinely funny than you remember him. When he offers you a ride home, you accept.

You don’t bother zipping your coat for the walk to the car. There’s salt on the porch, but still you walk carefully, wary of ice.

“Hey,” Steve says before you can go down the steps.

You glance back at him, and he’s looking up.

“Look.”

You tilt your head back too. Hung on a string above the entrance to the porch, tied in a red ribbon just like the one in the kitchen, is a sprig of mistletoe.

“Two?” You laugh, turning towards Steve. “Doesn’t that seem like—”

His lips capture yours.

The first press is greedy, overeager, but after a second of you standing still in surprise he starts to back away. His lips leave an impression of warmth on yours. They part on an apology.

You shake your head, reaching for him. “Wait.”

The material of his jacket is slippery underneath your fingers, and his lips find yours with the same warmth they left with. Steve kisses confidently, like you knew he would, but also with a curiosity you didn’t expect. His lips close and part over yours like he’s asking, entreating, trying to draw something out. You don’t know that you have the answer, but you kiss his cupid’s bow in consolation. He brings his hands to the curve of your back, squeezing before letting go.

Your breath puffs in the cold air. “I thought…I thought it was a bullshit tradition.”

“It’s only bullshit when it’s in a room full of people,” he says.

You laugh, again surprised at how easily he coaxes it out of you but not as much as you’d been at the beginning of the night. You think Steve’s going to be making you laugh a lot now.

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syrup-scribbles · 4 months ago

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bit of Brozone family backstory for Reverse Age AU! (yes first the wild robot trailer destroys me hence the song choice) more info under the cut for what I have so far

Back in the day... Oldest sibling Branch is protective and a good role model, he has a good group of friends, but still always makes time for his younger brothers. Being the oldest has given him more responsibilities, but he has the support to keep him from being overwhelmed. He and several of his friends created Kismet and were very successful for several years. Second oldest Floyd is still more on the sensitive side, but when he tells people to take a breath and stop fighting people actually listen to him. Enjoys songwriting and actually wrote a handful of Kismet's songs. Also... they never expect the quiet ones to throw down. STILL middle child Clay is hyper and hard to get to stay still... unless its for books. Big fan of almost all books, and loves teaching younger trolls to read just like Reed. Also a natural at dance and would often crash Kismet rehearsals with his own moves just for Kismet to be like "hey this kid has the right idea actually". Second youngest Bruce knows he is adorable and uses it to his advantage. He is able to get away with a lot more because he was the baby for so long. A very affectionate kid under his cheeky demeanor. Definition of knife cat meme. Mercury and Reed were loving and involved parents and also well-liked by the community, Reed being a teacher for young trollings and Mercury being the reason the Pop trolls know about the other genres earlier than canon, as well as the ACTUAL history of the different genres. The boys are aware they are pop-rock, but aren't aware they are cousins to Rock royalty. Both were very supportive and proud of Kismet. Mercury and Reed were also some of the trolls who helped make sure everyone in the tree had a place to hide the night before Trollstices, and did patrols around the tree. Unfortunately the Trollstice Eve after John Dory's egg appeared but hadn't hatched yet, Mercury and Reed were caught and killed by Chef, leaving the boys orphaned and with only Rosiepuff to help watch them until Branch would be old enough to take custody in a couple years. When youngest baby brother John Dory hatches, Branch becomes overprotective and barely leaves his side, the other bros not much better. John Dory as the baby of the baby of the family has a weird want to have things be in order and on schedule or else he gets upset. Doesn't like to get dirty and will draw the same thing 50 times before deciding if it is worthy enough to gift to one of his brothers. The brothers form Brozone to keep some normalcy and happiness with their little family, knowing how happy their parents used to be when they all sang together, and John Dory joins once he hits toddler years. And then the escape happens.

#rip reed and mercury you were great #i miss you guys already #reverse age au #trolls reverse age au #dreamworks trolls #trolls #trolls branch #trolls floyd #trolls clay #trolls bruce #trolls john dory #brozone #brozone parents #reed #mercury #trolls fanart #trolls oc

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merlucide · 2 months ago

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HAIRCARE!~♪

notes: ‘this alien stage x reader was sponsored by free time in the car’😌

characters: all characters

warnings: cursing, not edited/proofread (idgaf)

She’s always had long hair, and has always preferred it this way

She does her very best to keep the tangle free- but at the end of the day it’s full of knots

This is why she loves hair days!

She’ll lay down on your lap and be all happy with your fingers combing through her pretty long hair

It helps her unwind from the day, it’s because apart of her daily routine ig :3

She just likes talking to you about whatever

Then when’s she’s had her full of love and affection she’ll pamper you endlessly heh

Loves twirling your hair around and making up hairstyles

She can do anything you want for the most part! She’s a bit messy but it always looks good :3

She doesn’t style her hair really, aside from combing it or putting it in a pony

When her hair was longer fans had you put it in braids then :3

Honestly she doesn’t like people touching her hair, gets it all greasy and messed up yk?

But she doesn’t mind if you’d like to play with hers time to time :)

At your time at anakt you’d both sit underneath the trees there and try to intertwine the flowers into her hair.

Sua was better at styling flowers than you were tho heh

She likes twirling you hair around her finger :3

You could look at Till and think ‘he dgaf about his hair’ —but he actually does gaf 😭🙏 he wants to look cool okay?? His hair is important to him

He takes like 5 minutes in total making sure his hair looks good lmao

It’s just perfectly messy ya’know? :3

He likes brushing your hair

It’s very soothing for him

If he’s feeling creative he’ll experiment around with different styles but mostly just brushes lmao

Don’t gaf about his hair

But he has to gaf about his hair 😔 sad thing

Gotta keep that image up yk 🥲

Normally he just combs through it and calls it good (on a normal day anyways)

Likes it to look pretty neat tho

He likes making a rats nest of yours though!

Kidding, kidding (kinda..)

Likes ponytails:)

But yeah he just fucks up your hair for fun basically

True love?

Oh boy 💀 THIS diva

As the star that Luka is, his appearance is the most important aspect of his product (well following after his voice but YK-)

Bro has a curl routine n all

I mean he’s basically an influencer?? in a way?? So id imagine he gets free stuff

Anywho he’s a scruncher then he uses that curl thing (I’ll look it up later)— It’s a process

Prefers you not to touch his hair, will smack your hand away LMAO

But when’s he’s utterly exhausted and burnout he’ll put your hand on his head (if he has the energy too anyways)

Lukas not like 😭 an affectionate person anyways?- well it’s weird? He’s touchy but not, affectionate

Ya get it?

He might twirl your hair around but that’s kinda it 😭🙏 hate to be a dream destroyer

Well I’ll give some crumbs…heh..heh

When you two are lying alone in bed together— wether it’s after a photoshoot or what not, he’ll like creep up behind you and start caressing you hair

It’s a bit uncomfortable at first because you can just FEEL him burning holes into the back of your head while twirling your hair 😭🙏 sweating n shit

It’s relaxing for him anyways, when he’s tired but not ready to sleep yet yk

Hyuna 🤤 hair goals fr fr

She usually just has it down or in a high pony/braid tbh

Her hair is LONG AF and is such a pain to deal with so I’d imagine she just puts it up and calls it good

She washes her hair like once a week anyways (the shower is full of grime JUST from her hair 😭🙏)

She dgaf (yesss Hyuna 🥹🗣️)

She’s really great at braiding!! When she decided to put her hair in a braid one day you would NAWT shut up about how she needs to have it styled like that more often (and she did hehe)

Hyuna also collects trinkets— whenever she goes out on raids/bounties or wtv she picks up/steals (LMAO) anything that catches her eye (Like a crow! heh)

She always brings smth back for you, any shiny things go to you, only the best for her babe 😌

Now!- when you asked her to braid your hair you brought up the trinkets suggesting that you put it in the braids- like as accessories!!

And she liked that idea vv much ofc and planted little coins and charms tied into your hair :3

Your head legit looked like a crows nest lmao

But it looks so pretty!! Two fishtail braids with shiny things in your haiirrrrrr!

She was proud af of her work 😌

You both went person to person showing off your head lol

DEWEY (I love him plsss)

His head is full of tangles, but he insists it’s just apart of his ‘look’

His really not picky with his hair- just prefers redoing his roots before they get too-too grown out yk

Which of course you always help him!

He sits on the floor criss-cross in his white tanktop and sweats while you mix the blonde dye

He stays still for the most part, but gets antsy staying in the same position for too long

He justs yap your ear off while you apply the color loll

“Yah so, I tried 85 arm-curls which that went friggin’ awesome as expected-“ “Yeah then Isaac went blackout drunk- Ha it was hilarious” “I think the showers broken ‘cause when I turned it on purple shit came out-“

Since his hair is all sticky and wet he like makes his hair stick straight up lmao😭

Tries to convince you to use the left over dye on Isaac lmao

While he waits for it to dry he begs you to let him do your hair

He tries to do a Dutch braid, but fails lmao

“WHY ISNT YOUR HAIR WORKIN’?!”

And ur like ?! Everything good back there ?!

He keeps trying until your hair is a literal rats nest lol

He just looks at his mess like ‘oh shit’

Ur so pissed at him and he’s like: 🥺

So he just brushes out the mess he made lol

Which it freakin hurt bc OWWW KNOTS

After it’s all brushed out he just did a basic braid and called it good lmao

Then you take him to the showers to rinse it out and in fact- purple did come out

Probably should’ve thought about that before you stuck his head under the shower head heh..

You ended up using the sink in the bar and everyone just sorta was like ‘uh, okay’

Just imagine Dewey laying on the counter with his head in the sink lol- def stained the counter

Bro shakes his head like a dog to dry off, THEN gets a towel

Smh

In reward for you hard work he gives you a big fat smooch heh

Then goes around base to show everyone his hair lmao

Successful hair dyeing day with Dewey id say!

(Dewey j love you please I need more of him yall PLEASE.)

ISAAC (I LOVE YOU TOO!!)

I mean he just puts his cap on and calls it a day sooo

Really couldn’t give two shits about it lmao

Doesn’t care if you mess around with his hair, so might as well go for it :3

You tried putting his hair into a piggy tail, which his hair is so short so it just kinda, stuck out 😭

He really does love playing with your hair :) it’s actually rlly cute he’ll be talking to a member and just be playing with your hair (the thought gives me butterflies gets me mushy SOB)

by the time he’s done talking to the person there’s like 6 little braids in your hair on on side 😭🙏

Best hair time w/ him is when yall are fucked up and tied from raiding and just lay together, you most likely on top of him

And he just holds ya and plays with your hair 🥹

Yall talk about the day, or some things you’ve been thinking about, just quiet words yk? :)

(Stop I’m like tweaking thinking about this wtf)

help so sorry for how short Till+Ivans is 😭🙏 no creative juice came for them (and I wrote theirs last so yk…)

Made December 20th 2024

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moriitis · 2 months ago

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A half-assed Christmas goes a long way.

Toby Rogers x Female Reader.

Content/Warnings; murder, blood, corpses, self inflicted harm, implied sexual tones.

18+ MINORS DNI.

Word count; 8.2k.

Christmas was an unspoken topic. It had been forever since you found yourself working as a proxy. That life you once had, the normality of it, all was gone and there was nothing left except an empty, aching hole to feel something. Admittedly, you couldn't remember life much since you started working under his command. But there was one thing you could remember, the warmth of Christmas. The soft flash of multicoloured lights, the smell of pine from the Christmas tree and the endless food you consumed during the holiday season. You were fortunate enough to experience Christmases before.. well, after what happened had happened. You had come to terms with the fact that Christmas was no more, that it wouldn't be celebrated but something felt different this year and you couldn't pinpoint why. Was it maybe because snow trickled down this year, coating the forest and woodland around you in a blanket of white? Or perhaps because for once the cabin didn't look like a crack shack?

The cabin was quiet, the only sound was the crackle of fire nearby that kept your legs warm. Toby had gotten some firewood before he left, so there was enough to last another week or so before he needed to hack away some more. In terms of missions; it had been quiet. Perhaps because during December, not many people felt the need to explore their local forests anymore. Naturally, that didn't stop Toby and when he had an itch to kill, he had an itch to kill; so he'd wander off past the forest clearing until he could flag down a car, pretend to be a hitchhiker and bludgeon the driver to death. He'd dump the cars, or set them on fire but last time he got in trouble for doing something like that. So now, there were at least two or three cars sat by the cabin that reeked of death.

It wasn't like the topic of death made you cringe, nor the sight of blood; it was your line of work after all. Still, it was pretty annoying to have these cars there and it wasn't the most smartest idea.

The door handle began to rattle and turning your head, you glanced over your shoulder toward the oak door. Stepping through was Toby, with a scarf around his neck, his woolly jacket on which was stained the colour red and that familiar ushanka atop his head. Most of these clothes he'd stolen from the corpses and it was a damn surprise they even fit. A part of you wondered why he even bothered with warm articles of clothing; he couldn't feel the temperature outside, perhaps it was so he could blend in. Snow coated the top of his head and shoulders, but they were soon beginning to melt away and wet his clothing from the warmth inside the cabin. He was quiet for the most part, his gaze avoiding your own as he kicked off the snow from his boots.

Toby was, well.. at times the best partner to spend with on missions. He was good at holding an occasional conversation, he equally wanted his own alone time so wouldn't disturb you much and he was great at making you belly laugh at the most dumbest of things.

Placing his hatchets by the door, he peeled off his coat, hat and scarf before tossing them carelessly on the table nearby. His brown hair was messier than usual and it was getting a little long.

"Hey," he spoke, breaking the silence. Instinctively you smiled but his back was still facing you.

"Hey," you replied quickly, your gaze lingering on his frame for a moment before returning to glance out the window. That silence loomed over again, aside from the occasional shuffles that came from Toby behind you. For others it would feel awkward, but weirdly enough it brought some comfort to you. Snow continued to flicker down, racing other flakes and occasionally bumping against one another. The wind carried the flakes, letting them dance elegantly in the sky before you. There was something about watching snow that brought you so much peace, frankly, it make you feel like a child again.

The cold chill from the once opened door finally hit you, causing you to shudder in response and wrap your arms around your frame. Now, you and Toby were in no means romantical. You were strictly partners in work, he was nothing more but a colleague; but whenever you two spent time with another, he felt this weird urge to look after you. He knew well enough that you could look after yourself and it wasn't all the time he would look out for you. In fact, it was only yesterday he laughed at you for slipping on the cabin stairs and falling onto the ice floor below. Yet, when he watched you shiver just now and make a move to warm yourself up in a hug; something tugged at him.

"Cold?" he asked, his own voice slightly raspy. There he stepped over to take a glance at the almost makeshift fireplace, the fire still roaring and warming the atmosphere around them. "Do you want-w-.. m-mmore firewood?" he asked, exchanging glances between you and the fireplace. You hummed softly, not initially listening before following his glance to the fire.

"Oh, no, no, it's okay. Thanks though," you returned a friendly smile, your gaze meeting his own. Toby only nodded a brief, short nod. He was lingering and you could feel his presence still in the room with you. Despite turning back to look out the window, you glanced over your shoulder. "You okay?" you called out. Toby hummed, shuffling to sit himself down onto the couch. The fire crackled and popped, filling in the empty spaces between your conversation.

"Yeah, I'm okay… Are you?" Toby replied, you could almost hear the smile in his voice. You were silent for a moment, you felt okay.. but now he questioned it, you began to question it yourself.

"I'm just thinking," you replied, an answer so short and blunt that Toby scoffed.

"Oh god, don't do that you m-mm-might hurt yourself." He was grinning, that asshole and you turned briefly to shoot him a glare, a playful glare that received a soft chuckle from under his breath. "What you thinkin' about?" he asked finally, curious enough to know but curious enough to not really care. His question made you ponder. What were you thinking about? Well, your mind wandered about Christmas every now and again but other than that, nothing else. Your fingers fiddled with a loose string on your pants, twirling the string between your fingers as you thought on how to approach this. Toby was easy to talk to, especially when it was something that bothered you. Admittedly, at the start he was the worst. He wouldn't listen, often didn't care much to ask about how you felt. You couldn't blame him though, he has his own issues, trauma and taking someone else's baggage was a lot to carry. You were unsure how to bring up such a topic like Christmas. You knew a little about Toby's past, but you didn't want to dig up any unwanted memories or trauma for him.

"Well, I was just thinking about Christmas," you cringed a little bringing it up purely because you were unsure on how Toby would react. "Was just remembering the warm feeling it gave me, the presents," you chuckled a little at the absurdity of it all. "When Santa was real and you'd stay up waiting for him and his reindeer?" You were grinning at the memories, that was the best thing about being a child, the innocence, the way you were gullible about everything and anything. As you spoke, you exchanged another look toward Toby. He wasn't grinning, he wasn't smiling with you, no, he was pretty.. dead. You fell silent, cursing yourself mentally for speaking so much.

Toby blinked and glanced toward you, noticing your look and forcing a soft smile. He shrugged, pushing away his feelings before sighing softly. "Mmhm, yeah, didn't do Christmas mmuch when I was a kid." He said it so nonchalantly, like it was the everyday norm for him.

Admittedly, your heart broke a little for him and your gaze turned to the fireplace. The fire danced, the flame so bright it left an orange hue in the space you both shared. Your brows crinkled and you frowned, quickly tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "Shit, Toby, I'm sorry-" you started, but he only cut you off.

"For what? Not like you b-b-.. beat the sh-sshit out of me when I was a kid." His words cut deep, they probably cut even deeper for him and your brows furrowed. Toby was never one for physical touch but you wanted to desperately to reach out and give him a little hug. You thought against it, remaining still in your chair by the window. That unbearable silence lingered in again and you were eating yourself up on in the inside. Christmas wasn't just a sore topic for Toby, it was a sore topic for almost everyone that worked under Slender's wing. You were just grateful enough to have a semi-normal life. The silence was cringe and so he spoke up. "I remember one time Lyra w-worked as an Elf for this S-Ssanta thing that was happening in the m-mmall. She looked so dumb," he chuckled but it was dry. "She saved up and got me this g-gameboy, it was second hand but that didn't matter. I'd sit in the car with her and p-play it all the time." There was a warm look across his face as he spoke and a part of you were surprised he even remembered most of this.

It was nice that he spoke about Lyra, he didn't do it often. Toby didn't open up often at all. You smiled, pulling a leg up toward your chest to rest your chin atop your knee. "That's nice," you replied, unsure on what else to say. "Did you have a tree?" Toby chuckled, shrugging softly.

"Something like a tree, mom always wanted to put effort in." For once, you understood. Christmas was always down to mom magic. You found yourself lost in thought, chewing aimlessly on the plump of your bottom lip. It was dumb, the idea that had just appeared in your head and yet a part of you felt you should suggested it regardless.

"Why don't we decorate this place a little?" you suggested in a low voice, causing Toby to raise a brow in interest. It was a shot in the dark and deep down it would be useless if he were to agree. For starters, this place had no decorations; you had already looked a couple years back. Going out into society to buy some with no money was.. not the best idea either. However, you could make do! Maybe even make your own decorations? A tree would look good, lord knows there's enough around the cabin. Toby ran his tongue along his teeth as he thought, arms crossed over his chest.

"I mean… I don't m-mmind," he replied, glancing around the place. It did look a little depressing. Toby didn't seem completely convinced, but he was up for the idea if it meant you would do most of the work. "But do we even have any decorations?"

That was where you smiled a nervous smile, glancing away as a little "uhh.." escaped from you. That answered Toby's question. "Okay.. No, we don't, but I'm sure you can cut down a little tree from outside?" you suggested, throwing any ideas out in an attempt. Toby chuckled again, rolling his head back a little, a little pop and click coming from his frame. He pondered, letting a couple seconds tick by before speaking.

"Alright, f-ffine, but I know where we can get decorations." Toby's reply confused you and you narrowed your eyes his way, questioning what he meant by that. "It's totally legal." You knew as soon as he said that, that it wasn't. Before you could question, he was moving back to grab his coat and scarf. He made haste to slip them on before grabbing your own coat and chucking it toward you. With a delayed reaction, you helplessly threw your arms out in an attempt to catch it; only resulting in the coat smacking you in the face. "Let's go!" he called out, with one foot already out the door.

Hurriedly, you peeled on your own coat and stepped toward the door. You grabbed your shoes and tugged them on too before exchanging a look to the fireplace.

"Hey, Toby!" you called out and he turned to face you. He was already outside, fiddling with a car key in his hand and attempting to unlock one out of the three he had stolen. "Shouldn't we put the fire out?" you asked. Anxiety bit at you, like the thought of leaving it aflame just to come back to find the whole hut in flames make you feel a little sick. Slender would fucking kill you both if that happened, not only that; but a fucking forest fire would break out. Toby pursed his lips before shrugging.

"It's fine!" he called out carelessly, waving a hand to dismiss your anxiety and worries. Despite his words, you didn't feel any hint of reassurance and slowly you turned back to glance at the fire. With a gentle huff, you stepped back to grab the poker, poking at the wood and ash momentarily. It crackled in response to the touch, the embers vibrate and hot. Before you left, you made sure to throw some water down onto the flames until it was nothing but smoke before leaving the cabin with a little more confidence than before.

Toby was preoccupied trying to find which car he had the keys for, raising a hand and moving it around in different angles to try and find the sweet spot. His thumb pressed relentlessly against the unlock button of the key, his other hand shoved deep into his jacket pocket. The cold didn't phase him unlike it did to you, the cold attacking you as soon as you stepped out. It didn't help that you had been sat before the fire for hours, so your skin felt extra vulnerable to the cold. Instinctively, you buried your nose closer to your coat as you shuffled closer to Toby, your own hands shoved so deep into your pockets that it tugged down onto the fabric of your coat. You glanced at each of the cars, your face twisting into a look of disappointment.

"Toby, you really need to get rid of these cars," you uttered into the fabric of your coat. Toby didn't seem phased as he continued to click away until one of the cars eventually unlocked. "I mean, what's the point of even locking them?" you grumbled a little. The brunette just grinned, seemingly unphased by your remarks.

"Wait, wait, listen," he replied quickly, causing you to fall silent. It was eerily quiet between the two of you as you both stood there, a part of you anxiously expecting something or someone to pop out from the thicket of the trees. With a slow glance up toward Toby, you noticed he was already looking down at you. "That's my fuck, notice how you couldn't see or hear it? Right, because it's not t-th-there." With a sigh, you adverted your gaze away, how did you fall for this. Then he laughed softly, a low and husky laugh before stepping toward the car that had just unlocked.

It was a shitty parking job, the car itself being some red truck that frankly wasn't worth being stolen. It looked like crap, probably ran like crap and you were unsure if the multiple dents were already there to begin with or if Toby added them on his way here. Rogers approached the drivers seat, opening the door to peer inside. The smell made his eyes water and quickly he coughed out, slamming the door shut almost as quicky as he had opened it. You followed, approaching the car and the sweet smell punched you in the face. You gagged instinctively, reaching out to push a hand up to pinch your nose.

"What the fuck-?!" you cried you between coughs, stepping away to escape the smell. "What the fuck is that smell?! Did something crawl in there and die?!" you uttered, almost wanting to throw up because of it.

Toby was also choking a little but he was laughing, the look of your face amusing him more than the idea of what brought the smell. He etched closer to the door of the car, peering in through the window.

"Ahah, oh shit-" he choked out, poking a finger against the glass of the window. "Forgot to take this fucker out," he sneered. Your brows furrowed at his words and quickly you hurried to approach the car; despite the smell. You peeked through the passenger side and grimaced at what sat in the car. It was an older man, with a large round tummy and long hair. His beard was long too, from what you could make out from his disfigured face. It was Toby's work, naturally, choppy and lazy blows to his body. You glanced at Toby, a part of him almost proud of it.

"I'm not sitting in there," you replied, stepping back to gasp for some fresh air. How the fuck was he so decomposed already? You didn't know much about decomposition, but you knew that cold weather was supposed to at least slow it down a little. You continued to choke a little, turning away to breathe in the fresh, cold air in an attempt to clear that pungent smell from your airway.

"Jesus, and I thought the fucker smelt bad before I killed him-" Toby found this whole thing amusing, chuckling almost inbetween each word. If you were any other person, you would've been repulsed by his actions and comments but this was Toby point blank; whether some people liked it or not. Dismissing your comment, he swung the door open and leant inside, over the corpse. His hands fumbled with the key as he pushed it into the ignition, turning it once.. twice. The car did as little as splutter, barely stirring to life. You could hear Toby's mumbled groan from within the car, barely able to look at the fact he was so close to the corpse. You cringed as he pulled out, slamming the door shut and giving the roof of the car a little tap. "It's fucked, out of gas m-mmaybe.. orr maybe the battery. Well, guess we're in luck that I have two other cars!" You wanted to facepalm because you knew he was going to sneer at you for lecturing him in the first place.

Moving over to the other car, Toby's fingers wrapped around the handle and tugged. It was locked and shit, he wasn't sure where the key was for this thing either. You stood and watched disapprovingly, like a mom that was cold and fed up.

"Toby, look, let's just go back inside, I'm honestly not bothered about the Christmas decorations and really I-" you were cut off by the abrupt sound of glass smashing, quickly snapping your head over toward him and the car. Toby had smashed the window of the car. Not with a hatchet, nor some stick; no, with his fist. His fist, now gushing with blood, moved to open the car door from the inside and he swung it open. The blood did not phase him, nor did the glass on the car seat that he had just sat upon. Quickly, you stepped over, panic evident on your features. "Toby?!" you started, staring at his fist. His knuckles were cut, along with his fingers that held tiny shards of glass. The pain was nothing to him, why would it be?

Admittedly, this car wasn't any better but at least there was no rotting corpse sat inside. Just dry puddles of blood and the occoasional blood splatter across the windshield here and there. You wanted to reach out to grab Toby's hand, but he was already working on jumping the car, wires in each hand and little sparks appearing momentarily before the car rumbled to life. Toby looked at you, your gaze meeting and he was unphased by the cuts on his hand; you were unsure if he even knew they were there to begin with.

"Well? Get in," he almost ordered, nudging his head to the passenger seat. You hesitated, blinking a couple times to calm your thoughts before just complying and slipping in the passenger seat.

The car ride was silent, anxiety pooling in the pit of your stomach. A part of you was unsure as to why you felt this way, maybe it was because Toby was driving the both of you out and away from the forest? Or maybe it was because his hand was gushing out pools of blood that ran into the creases of his fingers, coating the wheel. No, maybe it was because Toby was the worst driver on the planet. It could just be all three. You shuffled uncomfortably on the chair, your thumbs twiddling together as you watched the car leave the forest and enter the outskirts of the town nearby. The forest had become your home and it had been a very, very long time since you had left and mingled with civilisation. Toby had done it a couple times, he could just about pull off a normal person during his visit in town. You knew that your anxiety was lingering in the air, creating an uneasy tension between the two of you. Your gaze kept flickering between his bleeding knuckles and the window, wanting to break the silence but unsure how to.

"You're bleeding really bad," you started, causing Toby's gaze to momentarily look at his hand before back to the road. He seemed unphased but remained silent for a moment to let you continue on. "Can I have a look?" you asked, a part of you knowing that Toby wasn't a huge fan of physical touch. Toby considered it for a second, almost fighting with himself before reluctantly moving his hand toward you. You glanced at him cautiously, but he continued looking at the road ahead. Slowly, your fingers curled under his palm, steadying his hand to take a better look. His hands were rough and wet with blood, coating your own soft hands with his fluid.

There was nothing in your pockets to wipe the blood away and quickly you lowered his hand for a second to reach forward, opening the glovebox in front of you. Whoever owned this car was prepared because inside was a small first aid kit, a breath of relief passing your lips as you grabbed it and placed the green box on your lap. Upon opening it however, there wasn't much inside, enough needed to falter the bleeding though. Using one hand, which made opening the box a little difficult, you pried it open and grabbed some bandages. They were still wrapped in their protective wrapping and you brought that to your mouth, ripping it open with your teeth. Toby couldn't help but shoot you the occasional looks, your touch sending all kinds of thoughts in his head. Before applying the bandage, you examined his knuckles.

You couldn't see any shards of glass, but you knew there had to be some there and applying this bandage outright could potentially bury the glass deeper under his skin. A part of you were thankful he couldn't feel the pain anyway, it would make you feel guilty if he were sat there squirming in pain. That was the thing about living rough, that you had to know how to fix bandages and stop bleedings as soon as possible to ensure your own survival. Gently, you began to wrap his knuckles and hand in the bandages. The once white bandages began to soak in the blood, allowing patterns to dance across the fabric of the bandage. Toby sat still, the touch so foreign to him that it felt wrong. A part of him wanted to pull his hand away, yet he remained calm and tried his best to control what tics and twitches dared to possess his body.

After wrapping his hand, you grabbed a safety pin from within the first aid box and finished the process by pinning the bandage securely around his hand. "There," you broke the silence, releasing his hand and tossing the box over your shoulder carelessly into the passenger seats. Toby pulled his hand back, flexing his fingers out and in again to adjust to the touch around his knuckles. It would have to do, not that he needed the bandage anyway.

"Thanks," he grumbled softly, replacing his hand back on the steering wheel.

The car rumbled on until you were both cruising down a street, each house filled top to bottom with Christmas lights. Multicoloured lights that flickered rapidly, warm lights that hung from the roofs of houses and the occasional moving reindeer on a yard here and there. It was beautiful and what made it even better was the soft fall of snow, something out of some Christmas movie. You hadn't seen this in such a long time and it healed a part inside you that you never thought needed healing. Unbeknown to you, Toby was watching you from the corner of his eye, his heart almost swelling as he watched you relive childhood memories right before him.

"Oh, wow," you mumbled softly to yourself, your face practically pressed against the window as you watched each house pass by you. Toby made sure to drive slow, allowing you to soak in the lights and warm colours around you. Despite wanting to keep the magic alive for you, he was on high alert. Not only was he driving a stolen vehicle, but it was covered in blood on the inside and being pulled over was something he didn't need nor want right now. He'd keep occasionally glancing at his mirrors, checking there was no cop car stalking behind them. "So, what are we doing here?" you asked, finally turning to look at the brunette in the drivers seat. It was there Toby smirked, glancing at a certain house before pulling up just outside of it. The house was probably the most colourful house on the street, adorned with lights in the bushes, windows, the roof and porch.

"You wanted Christmas decorations, you got them," he pointed at the house, your gaze following. "They leave this shit out, s-s--sso it's ours to t-take." You were shocked, he wanted to steal these lights?! You snapped your head over toward him, a questioning look across your features. "What?" he asked, blinking and raising a brow questioningly.

"We're going to steal them..?!" you whispered under your breath, afraid that someone might hear the conversation from outside the car. Toby was confused and he scoffed softly.

"Uh, duh," he mocked sarcastically.

"No, no, we can't do this, what if we were to get caught, leaving the forest was bad enough, no, we need to go back," you was spluttering and Toby's face dropped, his brows still furrowed.

"Wait, wait, wait," he started, waving a hand before him as he cut you off once again. "You're f-ffine with killing folks, but this is where you draw the ll-line?" he scoffed, a smile tugging at his lips in disbelief at what he was hearing. He had you there and immediately you pursed your lips, the silence swallowing you whole as the urge to laugh flashed across his features. You opened your mouth to defend yourself but snapped it shut, because what were you to say?

"Okay, fine-" you reluctantly muttered from under your breath, resulting in Toby to let out a soft, sharp cackle that frankly disturbed you more than anything and yet a smile tugged at the corner of your lips. "But wait, how are we going to know they aren't home?" you asked, glancing back toward the house. This weirdly enough felt like a fucking scene out of Home Alone. Toby followed and looked up at the house before shrugging.

"Dunno, just be quick," his words were not reassuring and quickly he hopped out the car, leaving the engine running. His gaze was low, fuck knows if this place had cameras but he couldn't find much of a care right now, his mind and heart oddly set on getting these decorations for you and making you happy. Without delay, you followed and stepped out the car to approach the house. For a moment, you both stood on the sidewalk just staring at the house, looking more like a bunch of creeps than anything. Slowly, you glanced at Toby and he glanced at you and before you knew it, he was stepping toward the house, a bounce in each step like he was on a mission.

As Toby approached the nearest bush, he began to tug at the lights that were wrapped around it. You felt anxious watching him, glancing around to make sure nobody was watching. You were thankful that it was already pretty dark out and you just hoped to fuck that the people who lived in this house were out doing Christmas shopping or something. The brunette struggled as some of the lights latched tightly to the dense bush, pulling as hard as he could until they finally slip free. The bundle remained in his hands, a smug look across his features as he tossed the lights onto the sidewalk. They were no longer lit, so a part of you hoped Toby hadn't broken them while he attempted to free them.

"Haha! Alright, let's get the ones on the porch," he motioned for you to follow him as he stepped toward the porch and cautiously you followed behind. The porch had an array of lights, too many for your liking and closest to the door was the plug for most of them. You decided to step over and begin unplugging them before Toby carelessly yanked them off posts and fences, not wanting any to break and for all of this to be worth nothing. "We should do this more- nngh- more often!" he spoke between grunts, pulling the string of lights into a bundle of tangled mess to his feet below him. You chuckled a nervous, dry laugh before moving to take the wreath off the door. You didn't need it.. but it'd look cute on the cabin.

"Hah-.. yeah, it's fun," you wanted to tell yourself that but deep down your biggest fear was getting caught. You shouldn't have suggested this idea to Toby in the first place, you knew how reckless and impulsive this man was. "Maybe we have enough lights, Toby?" you said with a whisper, moving to join his side as he continued untangling lights off the post of the porch.

"Nah, we need all of them, like that one, that one there, oh.. fuck it, let's just go in and take their fucking tree," Toby laughed softly, enjoying this too much than murder itself. Your fists clenched into balls, chewing on the bottom of your lip nervously as you glanced around the neighbourhood. Somebody was going to catch you guys, the owners will come home and they'll-

"Hey!" A voice called out from across the street and you froze, feeling your heart drop into the pits of your stomach. Your breath hitched, knowing that this was the end and it was over and you were about to spend the damn night in jail. First jail, and then they'll see that Toby is a mass criminal and then you'll be fucking locked away forever!

"Toby, Toby-" you urged through clenched teeth, but Toby didn't care; he continued on removing the lights and ignoring the person that was creeping closer and closer toward the house. "We have to go-"

"Hey, neighbour!" Toby grinned, shooting up a hand to give the person a wave. It was a woman, short and plump, with hair that was short and hung just by her ears. She didn't seem impressed, her hands crossed across her torso as she inspected yourself and Toby.

"What are you doing?" the woman called out, craning her head slightly to glare at you who was promptly hiding behind Toby's large frame.

"Changing the decorations," Toby called out in response, shrugging softly as he tossed the remaining lights carelessly on the already pre-existing pile on the floor. "Wife's not happy with them," he motioned toward you, rolling his eyes. "What I do for love, huh? You're a pain in my ass," he said the last part with a strained voice as he glanced at you from over his shoulder. "Play along," he grumbled below his breath and you blinked. Shit, you was never good at improv so quickly you just stepped forward and let out a dry chuckle.

"Ah, ahah- yes! Wanted to redecorate a little!" there was a nervous tinge in your voice as it wavered slightly, Toby almost wanting to roll his eyes at how unconvincing you were being right now.

This woman was not convinced and Toby knew it, challenging her gaze with his own.

"I've not seen you around here before," she called out, etching closer to the porch and quickly Toby stood straight to assert some control over the situation. His eyes narrowed, matching her own but he kept a friendly tone to his voice as he spoke back:

"I'm just part of f-f-fff.." Quickly, you took the lead.

"Family." You finished his sentence quickly and forced a smile. Toby looked at you from the corner of his eye, slightly thankful that you look the lead but knowing that this wasn't going well. The woman did not reply, simply sneering from almost the end of her nose before turning on his heel to retire back to her own house. As soon as her back turned, you let out a soft breath of relief before looking back at Toby, who already understood what you meant before you could even word it.

"Yeah, I get it. Let's go," Toby almost huffed, grabbing the bundle of lights within his arms and stepping down the porch. You followed, picking up any loose wires that he was dragging along behind him as you both approached the car. He pried open the back seats as he tossed the lights in them, turning to glance at the nearest bush that still had lights nestled within them. "One more-" he quickly said with a chuckle before jogging to the bush, grabbing the lights and yanking them off with ease. Adding those to the pile, he shot you a wink before walking around the car to get back into the drivers seat. You'd already gotten back in the car, thumbs twirling anxiously once again as you watched Toby walk around the car. He paused however, glancing down at the plate and suddenly there was an abrupt clanging coming from behind. You jumped and shot around to watch him, watching his short struggle as he ripped off the plate and finally walked around to get back behind the wheel.

Tossing the plate behind and adding them atop the pile of Christmas lights, you didn't even want to bother questioning as he stepped on the gas to push the car down the street. He drove atop the sidewalk, promptly hitting some trashcans which fell with a loud clatter before spinning the car around to head back down the way they had came. The loud stir caused that same woman to come running out her house, to which Toby rolled your window down, leant over you and quickly threw a middle finger at her while laughing practically in her face. His momentary action caused the car to serve, making you grab a hold of his arm that was held out in front of you.

Now, a part of you didn't want to admit it but you actually had fun. Despite the lingering anxiety for the duration of it, you found yourself chuckling and laughing along with Toby. It was crazy that he actually put that much effort in just to decorate? You were unsure if it was getting to your head, maybe it was more for him than it was for you.

The ride back was equally quiet as the ride there, the car humming as Toby occasionally shifted in his seat here and there; like something was bothering him. Exchanging a look, you raised a brow.

"What's wrong?" you asked, observing his moments closely.

"Someting's n-nnot right." Toby replied and now you shuffled uncomfortably at his words, that same lingering anixety pooling back to the pits of your stomach. Had he forgotten something? Maybe there was a camera? Quickly, you glanced in the mirror and checked the roads behind you; empty. Thankfully no cops but his restlessness continued to bothered you. Toby then reached over, fiddling with the knobs of the radio station until static filled the air between the two of you. The noise was unwelcoming and you winced, watching with a grimaced face.

Then music game through, soft, comforting music that you instantly recognised. The familiar jingle of bells, the feel good feeling Christmas music gave you. You couldn't contain your grin as you exchanged a look to Toby who, albeit, was looking at the road; was smiling himself. Christmas music wasn't great, not for him but if you enjoyed it, that was all he needed to feel content. The snow continued to fall, the windshield wipers flickering back and forth to try and keep up with each snowflake.

"Thank you, Toby," you uttered softly under feint music, keeping your gaze on the road ahead. Toby's brows twitched, his grip tightening on the wheel and then untightening as he rolled his eyes at your comment. "You didn't have to do all this." And you were right, he didn't have to and admittedly a part of him was questioning why he even did.

With a soft shrug, Toby replied; "it's nothing." However, it wasn't just nothing, it was everything to you and you wished he knew that, well, perhaps he did.

The car pulled up before the cabin, the familiarity of it warming your soul. It was a simple, wooden cabin but it was home. The faint glow from inside made you feel warm, a tinge of excitement buzzing in your body at the idea of decorating with the lights you guys managed to get away with. You both gathered the stolen goods before stepping back inside. It was still warm from the fire that was going before you had left, the warmth cupping your cheeks and banishing the cold away from them within an instant. Rogers then made haste to get the fire going again, poking at it and grabbing the matches that sat atop the mantelpiece. As you shrugged off your coat, you tugged the lights to the couch before dropping them atop the pillows. First thing was first, there simply had to be some lights around the windows, maybe some lights outside too! Oh, and that wreath you stole! You wanted to jump up and down from excitement; just settling on grinning to yourself instead.

The fire began to roar to life once again, Toby standing close by to monitor it. The warmth of the fire turned the snow that was still clinging to his boots into nothing but a puddle of water, crackling and popping with each log he fed into the flames. As much as you didn't want to admit it, doing something like this with him felt.. intimate and you were unsure as to why? Like it felt, for once, normality had come back. There was nothing romantic between you and Toby, you knew that and were certain of it; its just sometimes he'd look at you in a way, or speak to you in a way that would make you feel.. make you wonder if there was something more behind those brown eyes of his? Feelings he was trying to bury deep?

"So, we needed a t-t-tree too, right?" Toby spoke, breaking the silence and causing you to turn sharply to face him; like you had been caught doing something you weren't supposed to. Fuck, you were thankful he couldn't read minds. Your brows furrowed, you already had enough and as much as you wanted a tree; you didn't want him to go out and do more than he had already done. Exchanging a soft smile, you shook your head.

"It's not needed, but thank you-" "Nah, I'm getting one." You blinked, a little shocked as he already headed toward the door and leant down to pick up one of his hatchets. You wanted to protest but stood, watching as he disappeared. With a gentle huff, you decided to just get to work putting up these lights; praying some of them worked despite Toby's rough treatment.

As Toby got to work finding the best tree he could axe down, you got to work putting up the lights. You had to make do with what you had; stolen light and duct tape - but it worked! Better than you had hoped as a matter of fact. You'd decorated the inner windows with lights, the lights thankfully long enough to reach around each window within the room.

Deep down, you just hoped they worked. Approaching the plug socket, you sucked in a steady breath before pushing in the prongs of the plug into the socket on the wall. The lights made no motion to turn on, no array of beautiful shimmers and it was there your stomach dropped a little. That excitement that once bubbled within you fading into nothing but a disappointed glow. Well, what did you expect? It was better than nothing and it was the effort you put in. With a gentle huff, you forced a smile and stood straight. Before you could wallow any further, the door suddenly swung open which shot a sharp chill down your spine and you quickly looked over in interest. In came Toby, a tree almost the fucking size of him lugging behind, soft grunts and groans as he pulled it inside; bringing in piles of snow on the wooden floor. You were unsure if you should laugh, the sight of him practically battling this tree in the doorway enough to make you stifle some laughter.

"Oh, god- please don't tell me you found the biggest tree you could find-" you giggled, clamping a hand over your mouth in an attempt to silence yourself. Toby glanced over his shoulder at you, heavy snowflakes blanketing his brunette hair. The sight of you laughing at him made him smile softly, feeling a tinge of embarrassment flutter within him.

"You know- ng-" he tugged the tree inside, the branches barely fitting past the frame of the door. "What they say. Bigger the b-b-better." He had a smug look across his face and in that moment, you were unsure if he were talking about the tree or something else. "Don't usually have girls complain about size." You stood wide eyed in horror at his comment, feeling a deep blush creep across your cheeks as you choked out a laugh.

"Uh-" you started, quickly glancing away as you tried to jumble some thoughts together. Was it the fire or was it hot in here? You wanted to fan yourself but kept twiddling your thumbs closely to your torso. "I hate to say it, the lights are fucked." It was true, you hated to admit it and as Toby exchanged a look between you and the lights, he could sense your utter disappointment laced in your tone alone. Narrowing his eyes, he plonked the tree down, shut the door and then approached the lights. He stood, pondering before tapping a finger against his stubbled chin.

"Well, shit," was all he could say for he was no damned electrician but when he looked at your face, he knew in that moment he had to be. "Let me l-llook." With a nod, you stepped aside and let him glance at the wires. He had no idea what he was doing but to you it looked as if Superman had swooped down to save Christmas. He'd poke and prod the wires; pull and push the plug back in and despite his efforts nothing worked. You watched, arms crossed as you glanced at the wires decorated around the windows. Then, as if like magic, suddenly they lit up, rewarding a surprised gasp from you. Toby would never admit it to you, but there was an button that just needed to be switched 'ON' but for his sake, he fixed it. As he stood straight, he glanced over at you, feeling his heart almost swell. The lights, my, they sparkled so beautifully in your eyes and he was mesmerised by how the glow reflected off your skin.

"They work-" you exclaimed, a little breathless by the beautiful glow. He was staring and quickly, he followed your gaze up by the lights. For once, he felt a little speechless because you were so beautiful. "Thank you, Toby," you shot him a smile, your own cheeks feeling a little red. Toby just smiled, shrugging his shoulders as if it was nothing.

"Let's work on this t-t-.. tree," he muttered, motioning over to the pine on the floor. You had to give it to him, it was a pretty nice, plump tree. With a nod, you approached the tree and began to lift it; Toby ushering over to lend some muscle.

Aside from the messy hack job, the tree was perfect. The only issue, was.. well you had no stand for it, so right now it was just leant against the wall of the cabin. It worked and you sure weren't one to complain after all the effort Toby went into retrieving the thing. You glanced at Toby, whose hands were on his hips as he observed the tree. He seemed troubled and a part of you wondered if you both thought the same thing; that the thing was pretty bare.

"We don't have any decorations for it," you started, glancing over at the pile of lights you guys still had. "I mean, we have lights, but no baubles." Toby glanced at the lights before shrugging.

"Better than nothing," and you agreed with him. So, the pair of you got to work. It didn't go great admittedly, Toby having to stand behind the tree to keep it straight so you could run around the tree with lights. He would chuckle, almost tempted to throw a foot out to trip you up. Then the lights would be in a huge tangle, so you had to sit on the floor for a moment to untangle the mess. You absolutely stole way more lights than needed, but maybe they would be useful next year or even used as back up in case one of them decided to burst out and die. "It's l-llooking good," Toby encouraged, admiring what he could with the tree resting against the palm of his hand.

"Are you sure?" you asked, glancing up from the tangled mess. Toby glanced around from behind the tree toward you.

"Why would I lie?" he asked and a soft smile tugged at the corner of your lips.

After a couple more laps around the tree, Toby rested it back against the wall and there you plugged in the lights, allowing them to illuminate the branches with coloured lights that would flicker and flash momentarily. It was perfect, the tree, the lights, the crackling of the fire, the smell of pine and dare you say it; the company too. Of course, you never imagined Toby would be up for such an idea but as you glanced over toward him admiring the lights, you couldn't help but notice a little boy that stood in the place of this man. You so desperately wished things had been different for him. As you glanced back toward the tree, there was a touch that brushed against your fingertips and there you quickly glanced down, seeing his fingers curling around your own. Your heart fluttered as you quickly looked back up toward the tree, unsure if you should say something.

"Toby, I-" Abruptly, he leant forward and connected his lips with yours. It was rough but he didn't know any better. You faltered for a moment but quickly pressed your lips against his own, sharing a passionate moment together that would most likely be unspoken the next day. For now, you would savour it; the roughness of his lips, his taste and the warmth that lingered off his body. The kiss, so bittersweet, lasted only a moment but felt although it had lasted for an eternity as he pulled back. Your own lips cold, yearning, wanting more as you fluttered your eyes open. Your eyes searched his own, searching for answer you were not going to receive.

"Shit, you usually do that under mistletoe, right?" He uttered, licking his lips softly just to savour your taste a little longer.

i need this man in my life and mouth

anyway i was in a christmas mood and wrote this majority of the day. merry christmas, ya filthy animals !

#creepypasta #creepypasta fandom #ticci toby #toby rogers #ticci toby x reader #ticci toby headcanons #fluff #ticci toby x you #toby rogers creepypasta #toby erin rogers #x reader #christmas vibes

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crepes-suzette-373 · 10 months ago

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Yonji being a big baby.

Kind of based on this prompt/what-if imagine scenario I once saw in passing. I forgot if it was like some kind of daily prompt/imagines or whatever where the account cycles through different scenarios with all the siblings, but this one just happens to be about Yonji specifically.

What the person said was imagine that the bros are all like Reiju, so they have superpowers but still nice, and so because of that Sanji never left Germa. Eventually Sanji has more or less similar abilities to canon (except he's ok with using his hands I guess?), and also goes on missions, but then one day he gets hit by a thing and his bros were like "Oh shit, we forgot he's not bulletproof". Then after that Yonji never lets Sanji do anything and is always overprotective and it makes Sanji annoyed LOL.

Yonji clinging to Sanji like a koala on a tree is just such a funny image in general.

#one piece #my art #vinsmoke brothers #vinsmoke family #vinsmoke #germa 66 #vinsmoke yonji #sanji #black leg sanji #vinsmoke sanji #yonji #happy vinsmokes au

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lustlovehart · 3 months ago

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Che’nya. In the Monster AU. I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR YOU TO PUT HIM IN BUT TOO MUCH OF A COWARD TO SEND AN ASK. BUT HERES A VERY LONG IDEA ASK

So heres my idea: A Kitsune / Cheshire Cat Combo, and considering he’s already canonically overpowered, it’s safe to say he’s insanely op with the Kitsune bonus.

The GOD LEVEL Illusion magic he must have bro, plus the LONG LONG list of the Cheshire Cats abilities with the shorter but still lengthy list of Kitsune abilities? Plus Feline senses? He may be breaching Malleus tier.

But just like in the original game, he’s so unassuming that you don’t notice.

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You originally meet him as a stray, strangely colored (purple and magenta obvs) cat and take him in.

However you failed to notice his shadow had nine tails instead of the one.

You were usually more focused on convincing Rollo to stop trying to throw hands with the cat over what seemed like normal (orange) cat shenanigans, although he was convinced the feline was a devil of some sort.

Neige is genuinely….too frightened to say anything? One look into those lamplight eyes and he changes the subject at rapid speed. Maybe he was hoping the cat didn’t lunge for his wings. Yea, thats totally it.

Jacks no better, mostly having staring contests with it and giving you gruff hints that “that cats not what you think it is”, only to be met with the obvious Cat VS Dog (joking) accusations.

It’s not until it follows you to the Hospital that you begin to find out what it..he…both work…truly is capable of.

The shortcut route through the forest usually seemed never ending, slowly warping more and more, only slightly.

On a night you don’t particularly wish to walk, A small door appears in a red oak tree, the Hospitals looming figure on the other side. As you take a cautious step across the threshold, you feel a swirling in your stomach, and a drop.

But sure as hell, you’re at your destination in record time.

Riddle nearly pops a stitch in shock when you throw out the jest on it after a couple months of using it after the incident , that he should of told you there were portals so you didn’t have to walk all the time, and you were grateful for it.

A sinking feeling follows after you discover that there are no portals near the forest, nor nearly any average monsters capable of creating one.

Leona? Maybe. Azul? 60/40 at best. Kalim? Perhaps yes, if someone wished it. Vil? He has to access the hells somehow. Idia? Is it a question, the Underworld doesn’t have an portable elevator, you know. Malleus? Likely but doubtful if he would find the need to. Lilia? Also likely.

But creating portals that are long lasting takes much preparation and choice of location is VITAL.

Making a “casual transport” portal on a whim from a tree? One leading to the hospital? Theres only one person he can think of that’d do such a thing.

You haven’t met anyone named Che’nya, have you? Or Artemiy Artemiyevich Pinker?

Are you certain? Positive?

Well, one can never be sure with him. He’s the one, and only, Cheshire Kitsune. A master of magic capable of bending reality itself. He’d seen the man project his face onto the moon itself as a prank. No, he’s entirely quite serious! With Trey as another witness!

After some time, you leave through the portal again, but instead, find yourself in a different forest. One with glowing butterflies, floating lanterns and candles, windchimes and singing flowers.

In a small wooden pavilion, a being waves a clawed and painted figure as he orchestrates their song, humming along and floating casually as the long striped tails of Lavender and Magenta sway in the wind with the long sleeves of his yukata.

On fluffy ears, several earrings rattled as he turned to you, grinning, a mysterious smile within those lamplight eyes that simply screams “I know something you don’t”.

Huh. Where have you seen those eyes before?

Once the “illusion” fades, you’re back where you began, on the other side of the portal.

That night, as you lie awake trying to remember where you’ve seen those eyes, you remain blissfully unaware they belong to the creature purring away in your arms.

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SORRY I YAPPED BUT THERES MY IDEA :D

ENJOY.

AHHH CHENYA KITSUNE CONTENTTTT. I love when people write stuff like this in my inbox, do it more, I’ll eat the writing(⊃｡•́‿•̀｡)⊃. I like the idea of Chenya being on par with Malleus, the contrast is actually kinda funny! Imagine looking between a majestic Kitsune glittered with tails and fancy ornaments. Meanwhile there’s a moss-covered gargoyle next to him. They’re both op in this scenario, yet somehow the latter still has more power??!!!

(Writing under cut)

(Sprinkling some ideas of the Nekomata from last ask…) Kitsune + Nekomata is truly a fun mix.

I imagine here, your first meeting with Chenya isn’t actually in his cat form, but rather when you come across a wounded civilian slumped against a tree. If you looked down his shadow definitely would’ve betrayed his true nature, but you’re much too caring to pay attention. He’s immediately hooked the moment you touch him, his once round eyes quickly slimming into slits before reverting. Your touch is so soft… but all humans are. What truly attracts him… from the smell of it he can tell you’ve hunted low ranks monsters before. Yet here you are, restoring the health of a mysterious monster NRF hasn’t even documented!

When you leave him, he’s quick to follow the trail, appearing as a purple cat the moment you step foot on Rollos doorway.

The add ins of other characters is so fun!!! Imagining Rollo and his work husband monster hunter reflexes immediately having him reach for his weapon and swatting at the feline like a fly. You watch as it dodges with a speed and precision so unlike a cat. Rollo being jealous over the stupid pest you took in… It’s truly unfair, now all your attention is given to the wretched monster instead of bathing him with your affection. (He knows simply bc he’s one too, but telling you that would most definitely give him away.) Rollo acts more like the neglected wet cat that it does, it’s quite funny. If you attempt to cheer him up, resting your head on his shoulder like usual, he’ll smile before getting clawed by the magenta animal that splits you up.

“Truly… You actually enjoy this thing??”

Neige, Neige, Neige… He feels some sort of connection to the purple fur that lays in your lap, as if he’s met the thing before… Perhaps in another life? But, he can’t help but feel a little scared when he mistakes the cats cuddly ministrations for affection, instead of deception. He tries petting it and instead it jumps on his wings, as if attempting to claw off all the white from his wings. Neige has never been hated by animals before, so he feels guilty when he has to throw it off, but… if it went any further there’s not doubt you would notice black feathers hidden among the ivory. He stares at it dead in the eye ready to sweeten his transgression with an apology. He backs off when yellow eyes peer at him with the intelligence of something much higher than a cat. Oh yeah no that’s definitely a monster.

“Uhm, maybe we should find a different owner…? I don’t want you to overwork yourself! You have so much work in yourself from your job and and…! Oh, you don’t want to…? I see…”

Jacks a funny case, he doesn’t have the traits of a werewolf as he’s entirely human (totally), but the countenance of a dog still could be used to describe him. The way he guards you, the way he seems so happy when you appear (despite his face, if he had a tail, everyone knows it would be wagging the moment you get there.), even to the way he responds to your praise.

“Amazing job Jack! The way you got rid of them so fast was so—!”

The purple cat you took in jumps out into your arms, shutting your compliment down as quick as it came. You left it at home… How is it in Jacks room??

Jack doesn’t realize the way he snarls at the feline with a ferocity you only see when he’s working. It’s only when you pull his ear does he snap out of it.

Ahhh!!! Riddle fawning with worry at your confession. Portals?? His doctorate skills have him vicariously checking all parts of your body. Looking at skin for any sign of bruises, lumps, possibly even curses. You’re left dazed wondering how him just touching your body has anything to do with these portals, but then he cautions you with flick of the forehead (If you were anyone else he would’ve done something much harsher, but this is you).

Going through the list of Monsters capable of magic is an exhausting endeavor… Then the name Chenya appears and you’re wondering if it’s some demon.

AHH! and then meeting him? The area is so tranquil, and then you see some man standing on water, multiple tails flailing around.

Before you know it, the ominous saying leaves his lips, and he stands only inches away from your face, those sharp claws tracing a light pattern on your cheek. Disappearing quickly into the night…

And then you wake up, but rather than finding the stray cat you’ve been caring for… there’s a knock on the door, and when you open it, a familiar magenta man stands at the entrance. You can’t quite place it… but you recognize him. Thought you swear he wasn’t a human, you think.

Also, Don’t ever worry about yapping in my inbox!!! It might take awhile for me to answer, but I promise i see your rambles and love them!!!

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