#ffxiv x gn reader

[zenoes]

omega zenos who acts nothing like a stereotypical omega. he’s way larger than anyone else, alpha & omega alike, bulkier too. and shows none of the typical behaviours. at least, not normally.

he’s a yearner. a very TERRIBLE yearner. he gets antsy when you’re gone without any word or explanation, having no sense of when you’ll come back. then once you do, you have to fight him about it. there’s no choice. he will fight you to the death over and over and over again and commit it to memory. because he missed you :3

i feel like zenos definitely DOES nest however he’s extra intense and weird about it, but those goes in a new post maybe bc it’s nyasty.

[shippersoftheseventhdawn]

if you’re looking for requests, can i have urianger & reader on a beach date? 👙☀️ 🌊

Urianger & GN!Reader on a beach date HCs

T Rating

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It takes you a while to convince Urianger to the beach. He keeps coming up with excuse after excuse after excuse why he can't go

Finally he admits that he's a little ashamed that he can't swim and he doesn't want to ruin the day by not being comfortable getting in the water.

After plenty of love and assurances and promises, he agrees to go with you and just stay on the sand.

Urianger surprises you by wearing a pair of trunks and an open shirt.

He teases you about how attracted to him you seem to be but if you look closely there's a blush on his cheeks from your admiration.

He's very happy sitting on a towel with you, relaxing in the sun.

Of course he's brought a book but he assures you it is a work of fiction and not research. He even reads you some of it to prove his point. And to share the book with you.

When you decide you want to swim, he sets the book aside and watches you, admiring how comfortable you are in the water.

Urianger holds you as the sun starts to go down. Despite his initial uncertainty about a beach date, he now doesn't want it to end. So he holds you and kisses you and tries to distract you with more readings, with stories and with affection from how the temperature is starting to dip.

[freyito]

ʜᴏᴀʀᴅᴇʀ

✭ pairing(s): estinien varlineau x gn reader

★inspo: something my friend said that STUCK stuck so HARD

✩ in which: dragons tend to hoard the things most precious to them.

✧ a/n: need to get this out of my system okay. i need to. i promise you there's a luocha fic and like more fics up i PINKY PROMMY. i wanna write so bad but ffxiv also has me by the neck

🗒 cw: gn reader, he's just jelly (but not like yandere... he's silly), ENDWALKER SPOILERS, short n sweet, not proofread

✎ wc: 1.6k

Estinien is a jealous man. It is not something you can genuinely tell, seeing as he plays it off. But inside, he’s pouting and crossing his arms, sometimes even imagining him whisking you off. He is the most calm and collected man you know, blunt in almost all aspects. Unafraid to speak the truth, except when it comes to you.

He himself has noticed the changes with his behavior, as small as they may be, ever since he had ‘absorbed’ Niddhogg. When he fell for you, he had felt so oddly attracted to you, a constant pull that lured him in closer, and closer. One that he did his best to ignore, but clearly couldn’t, given the current day, and that shiny ring on your finger.

Regardless of your known status, Estinien cannot help but be jealous. The gods themselves could dote on you and he would still pout like a little kid. He would give them the dirtiest of looks, but turn his head away and act painfully unaware of what he was doing if you looked his way. But over the better part of a year, you’ve learned to read his tells. His voice deepens ever so slightly, his eyebrows furrow, and he’ll adamantly deny the fact that he was jealous. Which, obviously, does nothing to hide his lie. A man of his standing? The Azure Dragoon? Jealous? No, no. He isn’t, he could never be jealous.

And yet, here he is, doing his best not to show any outward signs of jealousy. While you were seated with your friends at the Last Stand, with Estinien brooding nearby. He wasn’t stalking you, in fact, you had enthusiastically invited him. But he chose to stay away, grumbling about protection or something of the sort. Which would seem right of him, given that he had just returned from saving the world. But you knew full well that that wasn’t the case. You were meeting up with friends, to enjoy a comforting meal after believing you were to witness the end of the life you’ve known.

You can almost hear his grumbling and ranting in his head, as you chat and laugh with your friends. It felt lighter, something that had been devoid in the days that had been past. You had been worried sick about Estinien and the Scions, traveling to the edges of the universe was something that felt unfathomable. And to know that Estinien was willingly going on such a venture, it was horrifying. So, when he came back alive and well, you were more than relieved. And it was clear he had worried about you, too. Though he would never tell the scions that, he wouldn’t even admit that he was worried sick about you. Not only is he a jealous bastard, but a stubborn one, too.

However, that does not mean he didn’t show you how much he missed you. The night he returned, all he did was hold you, head buried in the crook of your neck. Barely any words were shared, and any time you shifted underneath him, to simply reach for a blanket or stretch your legs out, he pulled you impossibly closer with a soft huff. To see him being all moody in the corner of your eye while you catch up with friends after the night before… you couldn’t help but chuckle a little.

You can practically read his inner thoughts. ‘Why do they get so close?’, ‘Why do they get to take up their time?’, and you know you’ll remedy his jealousy so easily in a couple more hours. It’s not like he couldn’t sit down with you, but he wasn’t much for PDA either. So watching (and pouting) from a distance was all he chose to do. And you respected it, no matter how silly you thought it to be.

“I missed you,” Estinien grumbles as his hand finds yours, quick to pull you away and towards the Baldesion Annex, fidgeting with your fingers as he does so. His tone is almost mournful, but you know he’s being dramatic. Only with you. “Let’s take a break. I want time with you, and you alone.”

He speaks as if he was really engaging with you and your friends. You can’t help but smile at his clinginess, something that was, again, only shown towards you. Yet he had grown out of his shell over the past couple of years as well, you knew that. Especially when he joined the Scions on their little… adventure. You had never seen him so energetic, normally he was just dark and moody. But he started to smile more, even try and joke, and it was comforting to see. You had found friends with the scions as well, Y’shtola mainly since she had the most sensible tastes out of everyone. The girl-talk with her was amazing, and you had learned things you never even thought of before. Simply the talk of reflections and calamities was enough to make your head spin. But it did boost your ego to know that you had made sense of certain things without being directly in the fight, while your fiancé could barely make heads or tails of it.

You lose yourself in your thoughts, mind bringing back more and more memories, delightful as they were. Before he had left, he had proposed, something you had never thought he would’ve done in a million years. But his proposal was sappy, sentimental, and you swore you caught tears in his eyes. Thinking back on it, it felt almost outlandish. The former Azure Dragoon, knelt before you, rambling on about how much you’ve changed him, his outlook on life, and all he would do for you (which was nothing short of everything).

Before you can dig too deep into your memories or perhaps even shed a tear, Estinien’s pulled you back so easily, pulling your hand up to his face and placing a kiss to your palm. How quick he was to take up a room, yet so calm, he was practically desperate for more attention. Your attention. And he plans on savoring every second he has with you.

It only strikes you as he leads you to the bed. He’s hoarding you. Every bit of jealousy and possessiveness is a part of the shadow of Niddhogg, or whatever is left of it. Estinien he may be, but there were still remnants of a great wyrm in his body, one that tends to keep the most precious things close. You can’t help but be stunned by this revelation, while you could understand different timelines, for years you had wondered just why he could be so possessive with you. Like a dragon from a children’s tale, and it’s pile of gold, you are his charge. Or more simply put: you are the apple of his eye.

He holds you so very close, as he did the night before, lips ghosting against your neck. His breathing is even, deep and measured, his hands settled on your waist. If you were to ask him if he enjoyed spending his time like this, he'd adamantly deny it, saying he prefers training over… cuddling. Such a childish thing, he would say, wave it off, and shake his head. But, of course, actions speak louder than words. He loves you, after all he had been through and seen, he just had the sudden urge to be by you, to feel your skin against his, feel your hands in his hair (which is his favorite feeling, to be cared for, the tender touch of a lover. But he would never admit that), and whisper sweet nothings to you.

Emboldened by his trust in his comrades, Estinien had faced the end of the world head on. And yet, beforehand, there was an uncommon fear, one he could not shake. Farbeit for him to be afraid. But when faced with the Ragnarok, there was a voice in his head screaming at him to turn back. You were in his every thought as he pushed on, worried that your look of concern would be the last thing he ever saw on his face. He had never been scared of death, far from it. That was how life went, if he were to die in his service, to Ishgard, to the Scions, anywhere, then he had no complaints. But suddenly, he couldn’t stand the thought of dying. And every step he took when they ended up in Ultima Thule was a defiant one. He had promised you that he would come back to see the life you two could build with each other, and he was not one to break promises.

Every act he had done since he returned was part of that promise, his jealous brooding included. There was more to living than just living, and that reason was you. He reminded himself of that, and in turn, tightened his arms around you with a soft huff. You could poke fun at him and his jealousy, that you have him wrapped around your finger, scold him for his spending habits, and he’d still want nothing more than to curl up in your arms at the end of the day.

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[kakujis]

𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓… ☽

geto vers | baji vers

synopsis: when your husband and best friend are targeted by a hitman, the aftermath leaves you in shock. but suguru has always instilled one line into you: forever has no meaning unless you're in it.

warnings: gn!reader, vampire!suguru, vampire!choso, vampire!satoru, hitman!toji, character death ( + resurrection), depictions of blood and violence, almost blind devotion, a bit angsty but also fluffy.. but also not really? idk what to tag this as LOL, canon divergent (gojo n geto are attacked much later in life), you have no clue they’re sorcerers 👍, swearing, sfw, if choso is ooc im so sorry idk barely anything about/cldnt get a read on his character from one episode djknj

ft + wc: vampire!suguru x reader, 3.2k

tags: @enchantedforest-network, @em1e (u guys should totally read em's necromancy fic btw)

a/n: hi! idk wtf this is, this is just how i deal with chara death i think? this idea came to me when i realized i was writing two fics about dealing with grief (baji fans are u here ?) and wrote nearly 2k for both in one sitting haha. anyways, i feel like atp i'm edda from ffxiv coded except suguru is 1000x better than avere. if you'd like to listen to her theme, it's here. thank u to wallaby for proofreading!

there is something about the morning light, filtered through the white blinds that you’ve forgotten so many times to replace, that feels just like a hug. it’s this light that kisses your eyelids and pulls you out of bed faster than your mother on a school morning. 

you’ll yawn, then stretch, pulling your arms up and over your head arching your back as you do. then you’ll get up, set up a pot of coffee before heading off to brush your teeth and wash your face. and you’ll pretend that you don’t see the eyes, red and shimmering, from the shadows in your closet.  

“go to bed suguru,” you sigh, before lightly pressing onto your puncture marks, hissing when they’re still tender. “it’s morning.” 

“i could fix that… if you’d let me.” he responds, the hinges of your door creaking ever so slightly before you gasp and rush to close them before the light bleeds in. 

“don’t!” you snap, hand trembling, “don’t… you dare.” 

you crouch down, before slotting your pinky into the smallest slit you can with the door still providing adequate coverage. before long, his cold finger entangles with yours and you smile. 

“by the way babe, when are we moving?” he jokes and when your eyes finally adjust to the dark, you can see him stretch his limbs, hands entangling with your hanging clothing. “it’s pretty cramped in here not gonna lie.” 

“well… i put in that application a few weeks ago and they did get back to me… so soon. we just need to go through the final steps.” you reply, fighting the urge to crawl into that small space with him and sleep the day off. 

when it comes to suguru, you’d do anything and everything, from the hairs on your head to the tips of your toes, you pledged yourself to him fully. 

“gonna go to work?” he asks and you nod, albeit with a pout. he snickers when he sees your expression, “aw, don’t cry. i’ll be right here.” 

you bite your lip, trying your best not to draw blood because you know. you know that suguru will always be right there, whenever you need him. 

you made sure of it. 

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his name was choso. you remember the night you met him after a round of drinks at the bar. he was nice, if not a bit quiet, and loved to talk about his siblings. suguru and satoru talked aimlessly with shoko while you made new friends. it was a fun little past time. 

you don’t remember how you left the bar or how he even convinced you to follow him out. your mind muggy as you followed him, like a moth to a flame, down a back alley before you finally snapped to your senses and shoved him off before he could make a move. it wasn’t until you saw the razor sharp pearly whites of his teeth that you stopped. 

you asked him what he was, but he simply shrugged, asking, “have you ever dreamt about being saved from someone or something?” 

you nodded, of course you did. everyone has. 

“then that’s me. something you can dream about.”

it was a cryptic message, but a message you got nonetheless. choso was not of the day, flourishing under the midnight sky. but for some reason, he wasn’t necessarily scary. in the small amount of time you had spent, he seemed to listen to you and your woes. gotten to know a little bit of your family history, and perhaps decided you would do better with his. 

you remember hearing suguru’s panic laced voice calling out for you and you spun around to call back out. turning back, choso was gone. with a hand placed on your shoulder you were pulled into a tight embrace. 

“where were you?” suguru asks, nearly crushing you in the heat of his body, “almost lost my mind trying to find you.” he glances behind you, eyes scanning the alleyway in search of something or someone. 

“honestly… i don’t even know how i got out here,” you mumbled into his shoulder, hands trailing the familiar sensation of his clothing. “can we go home?” 

“yeah, i’ll just let gojo-“ 

“no!” you exclaimed, the uneasiness in your stomach now palpable, as you balled your fists into the fabric of his shirt, “let’s go now, please.” 

he blinks, before nodding, “okay, yeah, okay. let’s go home.” he presses a kiss to your forehead, almost like a seal of protection, before he’s throwing his arm around you and walking you home. 

you don’t ever recall meeting toji fushiguro. it was just another night out underneath flickering street lights, outside the same bar where you met choso, the street familiar yet empty. your husband smoked into the evening air, the scent wafting over and tickling your nose. 

“no offense, satoru, but i didn’t listen to a single thing you just said.” he stated, lips curled up into a smirk with the cigarette dangling between his fingers. 

“good,” satoru snorts, before glancing at you, “i wasn’t asking for their opinion anyway.” 

you feign ignorance, perking up and asking, “hm? what were we talking about?” 

“man the two of you are so fucking annoying.” he whines, head hung back as you both laugh. 

“care for a third opinion?” a voice asks and you gasp, jumping back. 

the man was tall, handsome, with dark hair and a scar on his lip, wearing a simple outfit of a tee and sweatpants. he seemed otherworldly as well, just like choso. maybe, it was the aura he exuded, more like the lack of, but it set your hairs up on end. 

suguru was quick to pull you behind him as your fingers instantly grabbed onto his shirt. 

“don’t really care for a stranger’s opinion,” satoru drawls, glancing over the tips of his sunglasses. but you can read his body easily, a culmination of friendship over the years. it was screaming: danger. 

“c’mon, don’t be like that. why don’t we introduce ourselves then? i’m toji.” he said, sticking his hand out for a handshake. but neither satoru nor suguru moved to grab it, instead they tensed, waiting. 

“suguru.” satoru whispered, a command with only one word. he understood exactly what it meant. you don’t remember suguru being able to run so fast, the force from his pull almost knocking the air out of you. nor do you remember satoru being able to fight so efficiently. 

you do remember suguru hiding you away and making you wait, even when you tried to hold onto him, he assured you it’d be fine and made you wait. but seconds ticked into minutes, long, monotonous minutes that made the pit of uneasiness in your stomach bloom into a festering bouquet of chrysanthemums. 

“suguru?” you called, stepping out into the dreary moonlight. no response. 

“satoru?” you tried again, quietly walking back towards the area they were in originally. it’s strange how quickly the night changes, how suddenly the flickering street lights aren’t an annoyance but one of your only sources of comfort, as if the dark can swallow you. 

“suguru,” you call out again, voice teetering on a breakdown and eyes scanning the desolate street.  “please res-“ 

you stop suddenly, the sickening squelch of something warm pooling beneath your feet halts you. you feel sick as you start to take in shallow breaths, eyes following the stream of ichor until it reaches its source.

suguru. 

you remember dragging his lifeless body down that familiar back alley. knowing that anyone would be able to see that trail of blood and find you. the darkness of that alley covered you, looming over you like a guardian, while the scent of trash almost, almost, covered the sharp tinge of iron that permeated the air.  

you propped suguru up against the wall as best you could, your body still thrumming with adrenaline. “just gimme a sec, okay?” you mumbled through tears, knowing that he couldn’t hear you. “i’ll figure it out, just like you always do.” 

you’re not sure why you were compelled to scream out that name, but maybe it was because in your dreams, he appeared when you least expected him too. 

“choso!” you screamed, waiting for a brief moment before you filled your lungs with air once more and tried again. “choso!” 

nothing. 

choso!

still nothing. 

and when nothingness almost consumed you, taking you into it’s ghostly clutches, you felt it: the sudden heaviness in the air. 

you feel like you screamed for hours, the name tumbling off your tongue and into the moonlit air like a siren song. just a little less pretty. in reality, it was probably only a few minutes before the brunette arrived, dark rimmed eyes and all. your new guardian “angel”. 

“he looks pretty bad if you ask me.” he started, already crouching down to your level, before reaching up to brush the red coated strands away from suguru’s face. “looks pretty dead.” 

“fix it.” you whispered, continuing even after choso shot you a look. “fucking fix him.” 

“what makes you think i can do that?” 

and in that moment, you feel compelled to tell him about the dreams that you’ve been having lately. the ones where he’s in them, beckoning you to stay under his protection. call for me and i’ll be there. 

but you keep it simple, too pressed for time. “you’re in my dreams, right?” you answer. 

he’s quiet, face softening as he mulls over your words. “good to know.” his eyes wander over to the crimson trail, that bleeds from the streetlamps to your waiting spot. “he’ll probably find you.” 

“toji?” you ask and he nods, “i don’t even know why he’s after us.” 

“he’s not after you, he’s after him.” he says, cupping suguru’s face, dribbles of blood falling from his mouth, and you twitch, almost reaching out to snatch his hand away, “he’s never liked sorcerers.” 

“sorcery…?” you mumble, glancing once more at your lifeless husband. 

but you’ve never heard that word, believing that magic cannot exist, that what you saw could not be explained so easily. there is no magic, only reality, and what is this but such painful, excruciating reality that sucks the air from your lungs and the color from your eyes.

choso dodges the question, “well then. let’s get out of here.” before he places a palm on the back of your neck, sending you back off to dream. 

there’s a voice that pulls him out of the light. low and drumming, it snaps him back into the present and out of his stupor. he sits up, scrambling to make sense of just where he is and who is talking to him. the bed he’s in is similar to a hospital bed, although the white sheets are now stained red. 

“… stay out of the sunlight, feed only when you’re hungry, animal blood counts, it just doesn’t taste that good,” choso continues listing things off, not taking into the account the shock etched so firmly into suguru’s face. “you can feed on them and if they ever wanna turn, let me know, i’ll teach you how to do it.” 

suguru whips his head around, spotting you sitting in a chair with blood covered and bruised knees, the sweat and tears now dried on your face. you glance up at him, giving a little wave and a tired smile. he notes the dried blood that seems to be caked even under your fingers. 

“what the fuck did you do to them?” 

“you mean, what did i do to you?” the brunette retorts. “you wanted to stay together, right? now you can.” he answers, crossing his arms and leaning back against his desk. but suguru’s not sure if he’s asking him or you, the one who smells so much sharper and sweeter than he remembers. you also smell of blood. so much blood that he can hear it coursing through you with each thump of your heartbeat. 

and like a moth to a flame, you stand on wobbly knees, the pads of your feet hitting the floor in sluggish steps as you pad over and throw yourself onto your lover. 

“don’t be mad at me,” you whisper, your eyelids fluttering as you try to fight back your tears. “i thought i could figure things out like you always do… because i always rely on you, right? i was too scared to be alone.” 

he’s so cold now and you’re so unbearably warm, the perfect juxtaposition of your souls. although he doesn’t need to, he takes a deep breath, before pulling you into his embrace. 

“you’re cold, sugu.” you mumble, yet you press harder, deeper into his embrace. 

“is that a turn off?” he jokes because he can’t be mad at you, not now and not ever. and any fragments of anger always dissipate like a puff of smoke. you giggle, before finally giving in and crying, digging your nails into his stiff skin. you cry until you can’t anymore, going limp and falling asleep in his arms. 

suguru’s gaze shifts upwards, as he holds you protectively, one arm wrapped firmly around your lower back, the other on the back of your head, fingers laced in your hair. 

“so, no introductions?” he asks, trying to be friendly, although the intonation in his voice betrays him. it’s first time meeting such a strange man, who can blame him? 

certainly not choso, who responds in turn, “my bad. you can call me choso. i fixed you up on their behalf.” 

“and satoru?” he asks, scanning the room to see if he can find the familiar white tufts of hair. 

“is fine,” choso replies, before jutting a finger out towards you, “they made sure to cover all the bases.” 

suguru shifts you in his hold, pressing a kiss to your forehead, that familiar seal of protection once again placed within your being. but also, as thanks for trying to keep everyone safe.

“then, where is he?” he asks while the other sighs and points over to another bed in the corner. dark eyes follow and the familiar tufts of silver hair peek immediately confirm it’s satoru. 

“he’s gonna wake up soon too. i’ll fill him in on the details.” before suguru can reply he’s cut off, “you should go soon, before the sun rises.” 

“am i actually a vampire?” 

“vampire, dracula, nosferatu, the undead. you can choose whatever you want.” 

“… i see.” he pauses, glancing back at satoru’s sleeping form before deciding he’ll be fine on his own. “we’ll be going then. …thanks.” 

he places his feet on the floor, still wearing his shoes from earlier and starts to walk off, cradling you in his arms. 

“when you feed, geto, don’t overdo it. or they will die.” 

he stops mid-step, gripping you tighter in his embrace, his brow furrowed, before finally walking off. 

you really should’ve taken a photo for satoru of the realtor’s perplexed expression when only you showed up to a three bedroom home, insistent on your need for space. 

when you do get that house, situated so nicely in the countryside, away from the buzz of the city, you think about what life would be like if you changed. if you no longer saw the sunlight. but you shake your head, pressing your fingers up to your neck once more, rubbing over the now scabbing indentations. 

you know suguru can’t feast on you forever as your body ages and his does not. but the thought of him feeding on someone else makes your stomach turn. 

“woow,” satoru hums, breaking you out of your trance as he takes in the new home, “not bad! not bad at all.” 

you smile, “thanks, satoru. i wanted to make sure you had your own space too.” 

“whats the third room for?” he asks, peeking his head in as he saunters around the new home. 

“office space.” you reply, “remember i work from home?” 

he nods, replying, “ooh, makes sense,” before he’s suddenly in front of you. his once crystalline blue eyes, now a deep crimson. “can i get a quick snack? i’m hungry.” 

“always so insatiable, satoru.” you tsk, rolling your eyes, but hold up your wrist anyway.

“not my fault you just so happen to be the best tasting human around.” he says, smiling against the thin skin of your wrist. 

luckily for you, he’s fast, the pain is almost nonexistent beyond the prick of his fangs but you still shut your eyes, waiting for it to be over. and when it’s over, gojo thanks you for the meal with a large bow before leaving to settle in his room. 

it’s so different from suguru who plans out the days that he’ll feed, keeping you in his clutches for what seems like hours as he sips away at your blood, making sure to maximize the experience.

the blood loss always makes you so dizzy, dizzy and pliant. he likes to watch over you afterwards, splayed against the sheets, fingertips running over your veins as if he’s painting over them in hues of ice. 

in your half-conscious state you never notice the furrow of his brow as he contemplates turning you every single time. you won’t last forever, too fragile, too soft, too alive. and suguru believes that forever only exists if you are in it as well. he asks you one night, while the house is almost too still, if you’d stay with him forever. 

“… of course…” you murmur, head dazed and body heavy, “always, sugu.” 

“even if you lose yourself?” 

“i can’t… lose myself if i’m with you.” you smile contently, reaching out to him with one shaky hand. 

“then how would you feel…” he asks, fingertips snaking up the veins of your neck, “if i turned you?” you shiver under his touch, eyelids fluttering not only at the sensation but also the low timbre of his voice. 

“turn me?” you mumble, pressing your hand against his, encouraging him to continue carressing your skin, “like… choso did with you?” 

he grins, albeit a small one and nods. hand now exploring the curves of your face, “just like that.” and while his hand is ice cold, it sears your skin with his touch, a testament to how deeply you’ve fallen. 

you pout, finally relaying your fears, “won’t you feed on others though?” 

“you want me to starve?” he jokes, still running his touch over you. 

“let’s go vegan.” you hum, your consciousness starting to drift until the thrum of his fingers. 

with your eyes closed you don’t catch the expression on his face, but you catch his laugh, drifting down into your ear. “i don’t know if that’s how it works, honey.” 

“animals...” you mumble, breaths becoming deeper with each passing second. “like humans… but diet… is how choso… explained it right?” 

he smiles, letting you fall deep into sleep. he keeps his hand intertwined with yours, knowing that even in dreams you hold onto him as if you were awake. he thinks you look so beautiful in the moonlight, better even than the moon or the stars themselves. 

and he is so sure, that forever cannot exist, if you’re not in it. 

[starlight-brainrot]

FFXIV - Academic Rival AU (x reader)

Characters: Aymeric, Alphinaud, Urianger, G'raha Tia, Y'shtola

Tags: fluff, high school AU, academic rival AU, gn reader, miscommunication (g'raha's)

Warnings: since it's a high school AU, it's assumed that wol/reader is the same age as Alphinaud.

Word Count: 1336

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Aymeric

Mr. class president

Chess club leader as well?

You, meanwhile, are the captain of various sports teams

As well as boasting a more than stellar gpa

It ends up being a competition of who will have the better college application - him, or you?

Whenever the two of you meet, it feels as though sparks are flying

The two of you will share pleasantries, but make no mistake - the tension is thick.

For every competition he wins, you make sure to win a couple more. For every academic ribbon you earn, he’s right there behind you.

Haurchefant and Thancred secretly have an ongoing bet to see when the two of you will finally get together.

And as time goes on, more and more of your friends join in on this bet

It seems that the feelings between the two of you are obvious to everyone… but you.

Every stolen glance, every blush, every rant about the other - it was maddening to have to watch two idiots clearly in love avoid their feelings over an inconsequential rivalry.

It’s only after the two of you graduate and receive acceptance letters into the same college, both with full ride scholarships, that Aymeric nervously asks you out.

“I know that we were at odds in high school… but seeing as we’re both here and our rivalry has ended in a tie…”

“Would you like to grab coffee with me?”

Congrats to Alisaie, who won $20 from everyone in your friend group.

-

Alphinaud

The two of you are fellow debate team members

…however, the two of you are constantly trying to one up each other.

Who will capture the attention of the audience?

Who will have a more airtight argument?

You were known for your iron logic. It was tough, if at all possible for others to oppose your arguments

Alphinaud was meanwhile known for capturing the hearts of his audience

Surely a formidable duo, if only the two of you could get along…

As the semester drags on, the big competition for your debate team inched nearer and nearer

With all your mock debates with Alphinaud, you felt like you had done all that you could for tomorrow’s event

But it felt like something was missing…

It was Alphinaud who approached you, wanting to go over strategies

Begrudgingly, the two of you recognized that the other could provide helpful tips

Alisaie gives her brother a knowing look as the two of you settle in with your laptops and coffee. He avoids her look with red cheeks.

He feels sick the morning of the competition. He’s so nervous!

But when he hears you say that he better not lose to anyone but you, he feels some semblance of peace, followed by determination for the day ahead of him.

To no one’s surprise, the two of you crush your competition, leaving your opponents floundering for words as you leave them behind in the dust

No, the real surprise is how loudly the two of you cheer for each other upon victory - how proud you are for Alphinaud and how proud he is of you.

-

Urianger

You’re unsure of when or how the two of you started competing to see who could read more books in the library.

Perhaps it was that the two of you saw each other there everyday

Or the fact that Moenbryda and Y’shtola seem to constantly egg the two of you on

Little did the two of you know, the roegadyn and miqote were trying to get the two of you together, as they had been trying to do for the past four years.

Maybe this will be the year…

Urianger found himself exploring sections of the library he wouldn’t usually frequent in hopes of being in your presence just a little longer.

His puppy love felt silly to him, but he couldn’t bring himself to stop, especially if you kept looking at him with that soft smile of yours

If given the chance, he’d make a whole new library for you filled with poems and flower words detailing his feelings for you.

If someone were to find one of your names in a library book’s checkout card, it was near guaranteed that the other’s name would be just under it.

Your name became synonymous with his, and vice versa

But a competition that was never meant to be one in the first place will fall apart, have its lines blurred and crossed.

Moenbryda and Y’shtola receive their answer one day when they approach your usual reading spot, only to find the two of you lounging together in one of the library’s bean bags, books long forgotten in favor of sleep wrapped in each other’s embrace.

-

G’raha Tia

Could the two of you really call it a rivalry?

As far as anyone could see, the two of you just had a string of unusual coincidences.

The exact same schedule, lunch spots near each other, both being on the Tennis team - you saw him every hour of every school day.

So then, was it coincidence that his heart eventually began beating faster when you were around?

G’raha felt like he was going to explode, constantly in your presence

So, like any healthy and sane person does, he begins to (try to) avoid you.

Unfortunately for him, it’s almost impossible to avoid someone who shares your whole schedule

Oh, and you definitely noticed what he was doing.

Had you done something to offend the miqote?

Slowly, your friendship morphed into avoiding the other, both of you running from your feelings

When I say that everyone is tired of the two of you making puppy eyes at each other when you think no one is looking

I mean EVERYONE

It’s the twins who eventually get fed up and decide to act on it, forcing the two of you to put the tennis equipment away together, just to get the two of you to talk.

The silence is deafening as the two of you awkwardly clean up

It’s when the two of you brush fingertips and he recoils like he’d been burned that you snap.

“Am I really that disgusting to you?” You question, frowning.

Upon recognition of what he’s done, G’raha scrambles for an explanation, but eventually sighs and gives in, telling you the truth, he’d always had a crush on you, and hoped it’d fade away with time.

News flash, his feelings only got worse

He sincerely apologizes, not expecting any reciprocation or forgiveness

And is shocked when you give a relieved giggle.

“I’ve always liked you too, idiot.”

-

Y’shtola

Y’shtola was going to destroy you.

Well, perhaps that’s a bit too strong.

There was an internship available for fresh graduates under a well known researcher, and both you and Y’shtola were competing for a recommendation for said internship

Anyone who witnessed the two of you would admit that it’s a bit scary to watch the two of you interact.

As they say, an immovable object met an unstoppable force.

Even your teacher is a bit intimidated by whatever’s going on between the two of you, but given that they’re receiving help from the two of you, they’ll keep quiet about the fact that they can give you both the recommendation.

Though the two of you were at odds, it didn’t stop you both from completing your work together swiftly and without complaint.

You couldn’t help but feel as though Y’shtola enjoyed riling you up - but even as you tried to resist the temptation to reply to her, you failed every time

Luckily for Y’shtola, out of everyone she could have this silly competitive streak with, it was you. Oh, how cute you look when you’re upset, lips pursed and eyebrows furrowed.

Upon the realization that both of you got the recommendation, an eerie silence entered the room.

All that competition for nothing?

How embarrassing.

And if anyone noticed the two of you walking to a coffee shop, hands entwined after this whole mess?

They’re better off not mentioning it.

-

a/n - I apologize if I wrote anyone ooc hehe... I'm not used to writing for many characters so I just took em and ran (shrug)

[inkveined]

❝ 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒊𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒊 𝒂𝒎 𝒄𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒔. ❞

hello! i’m ciel/vil/saint, i’m 23 and i am a wolship/npcwol enthusiast. i am also an aymeric de borel and elezen enjoyer first, human second. i’ve noticed tumblr is lacking in ffxiv x reader content so i’ve decided to help remedy that! i will write for gender neutral and fem readers only, just about any race for the wol with the exception of hrothgar and lalafell, and kink except for scat, emeto, futa, furry/anthro (omegaverse is okay). if unsure of a kink, ask! characters i write for can be found here. i ask that minors do not interact with any of my works— including those of a sfw nature. this is just for personal comfort.

my ffxiv masterlist can be found here.

𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄: CLOSED !!

📨 𝐈𝐍𝐁𝐎𝐗: 3

📝 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒𝐓: ishgardian trio and the moment they fell for the wol, ishgardian trio morning routines, haurchefant x gn!wol angst (ft. aymeric x gn!wol)

© 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐕𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐃 — do not plagiarize, repost, use my writing for AI, or translate my works without permission.

[cowboy-canoodler]

I really don’t have enough time in my days to do all the things I wanna do-

[astarriscus]

HHELLO??!?$*#&%(#&&^#!&#%( I AM SO IN LOVE YES ALBEDO WITH MY MAIN CLASS..... BNUUY BOY XINGQIU......... MIQO XIAO AND CHONGYUN I AM IN DESPRATEDFSH NEED OF HELP /lh /pos

My GI x FFXIV crossover au "Miqote Impact" 😾

Text could be strange because I used online translator 😅

[nyxoholicwrites]

Heyo lovely readers I am back on my bullshit and I am fortunately back from my long hiatus!

Firstly I want to thank you all for 110+ followers I am forever grateful to have people who enjoy my work and I appreciate all of you sm I can't even put it into words <3

I saw the truth or dare ask and I decided to make a series bc yes anywho onto the fic

♥ 𝓑𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓟𝓪𝓷𝓲𝓬 𝓛𝓘'𝓼 𝓟𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓮𝓷𝓽: Truth or Dare Series ♥

Part 1: The Dare Part 2: The FFXIV Enjoyer Part 3: The Server Troll Part 4: The Moderator Part 5: The Grad Student

TW: A bit suggestive but not rlly tbh

Blooming Panic LI's x GN! Reader

Prompt: The whole server decides to play a famous game called, Truth or Dare, a game of potential romances, foolish dares and invasive truths. Did I mention potential romances?

The sound of laughter surrounded Toaster’s condo, the whole server aimlessly lounged on their plush couch, the soft material digging comfortably into their skin as the atmosphere was lulling them into a potential slumber.

Xyx was having none of that. 

It was time to spice things up a bit, potentially metaphorically or in a literal sense. He rose up from his previous position, rising in a manner similar to his feline companion. “ Now, everyone, since we are all gathered here and know each other quite well…”

“ If two years is what you call ‘quite well’ then sure.” 

“Now, now my fellow FFXIV enjoyer, though I appreciate your sarcasm, it’s time to liven up this room with a game of Truth or Dare.” His face was decorated with an all too familiar smirk, gaining a few sighs and groans throughout the room. Though the prospect of potential silly dares or revealing truths sounded interesting, the act of getting up seemed like too much of a chore.

“ And whoever chooses the most dares gets to babysit Cat next time.” 

Everyone in the room began to form a circle on the plush ivory carpet, the aspect of caring for the cutest being in this earthly realm seemed to awaken everyone’s snoozing soul. Thoughts of petting their majesty, Cat, was truly an honour and privilege. With a dramatic sigh, xyx draped his tall frame over the comforter, muscular limbs dangling as his hand made its way to his forehead.

“Woe is me! My own friends are betraying me for my cat, however shall I live!” With the most dramatic performance they have ever seen, they chuckled at their friends' antics, though they anticipated such a reaction, he never failed to make them smile.

“ Don’t worry dearest xyx. I promise to spend time with you once I win this game.” Y/n’s grin rivalled his own, a silent agreement or perhaps a quiet moment of solidarity was formed between the two. 

“ Yea doll? I will be sure to make it worth your while, after all,” slowly his fingers traced their chin, bringing them ever close to his visage as he gazed at their  eyes with an unfamiliar look, “ It would be a shame for you to be left all by your lonesome don’t you agree?” His tone dropped a few octaves, a pleasant shiver made its way into their system. They feared their beating heart would betray their thoughts as each pulse seemed to quicken the longer they held one another’s gaze.

Before they could form a reply, the brunette hastily made his way onto the floor, sitting beside his tall companion, Toasty.

“Now then let’s begin shall we?” Before any reply could be heard, June raised their hand up, an urgent matter perhaps, thus they now had the floor all to themself.

“ Before we start, shouldn't we stock up on food and drinks? I mean we will be here for a while.”

Hums of agreement echoed throughout the room, though, now they had to choose two unlucky souls who would bear the burden of providing the necessary nourishment needed for their continuous session.

With silent murmurs of discussion filling the room, debating on who would be the quickest and most efficient duo, it was decided upon Quest and Y/n.

…….

As they walked beneath the pale glaring lights of the gas station, the only location willing to serve the ravenous group, the two picked out bags of chips and sweets, enough sugar to fuel a kindergarten for a week.

“ It’s been a while since I had this much sugar, I truly applaud Toaster for his sweet tooth, practically no one can match it.” His blue eyes were always filled with fondness when he spoke about his friends, the people he truly treasured most swelled his heart with joy.

Though the one beside him made his steady gaze wander and his stomach riddled with butterflies, his heart swelled immensely with such affection he himself couldn’t fathom.

Y/n chuckled at his words, reminded of their companion’s enormous appetite for sugary treats, though, their massive sugar intake surely didn’t make them as energetic as one would expect them to be, such a revelation was truly amusing,

“ Oh! Remember how Lady and Xyx were convinced they could eat more sugar than him and then he proceeded to beat them, their stomachs were aching-” As their eyes and mind were focused on Quest, they failed to notice the stand before them, thus knocking over the complex pyramid of crackers, toppling the perfect shape into a boxy mess. 

A hand grabbed their waist firmly, and though it brought them into a tight embrace, the hand’s lock was safe and comforting, reassuring them of their safety with a gentle yet tight squeeze.

“ Are you alright angel? Did you hurt yourself?” His worried blue orbs scanned their frame, inspecting each part of their body with an anxious gaze.

“I’m alright don’t worry, though with you keeping me safe I don’t think I have to worry at all.” A sly smirk entered his vision, though their chest heaved with emotion and undeciphered feelings, their tone remained teasing.

“ Thank you, my knight.” “ Oh! No problem angel, wait no, Y/n! Sorry.” 

The two remained embraced for a moment too long, as though afraid to leave each other’s sight. With each passing second, both inched closer and closer, with a passionate hope of something more, the passage of a threshold familiar to their relationship, and into uncharted waters.

“ I’m sorry Sir but could you and your friend move? Someone has to clean these boxes, which happens to be me.” They grumbled beneath their breath, cursing the day they stepped foot into this establishment, murmurs of ‘I’m not paid enough for this’ could be heard.

The two jumped out of the tight embrace, hands pressed against their own bodies as though they were afraid to touch one another for the second time. “I’m so sorry we were just-”

“ Please just go checkout.” 

Quickly and quietly they made their way to the cashier, not a word was exchanged between them, not a sound was made till they entered the condo, the silence grew uncomfortable and tense, unspoken feelings plagued their thoughts, they feared to even mention the close proximity they stood minutes ago.

“ Took you guys long enough, we were about to make a bet on whether we would notice any stray collars and messy strands poking out.” The group chuckled at nightowl's comment, though two chuckles were as forced as they could be, attempting to mask the prior events from their mind.

…..

They focused on preparing the snacks, assuring not one piece slipped onto the polished kitchen tiles. Though a few had managed to slip onto the marble counter, they quickly found a home within the confines of their mouth within seconds. Not a trace of the crime was left.

Pale pink hair filled their vision, hands bringing out more bowls, aiding them on their quest to provide nourishment for their friends.

“Thank you for your help Toasty, it was getting a bit lonely snacking on these all by myself.”

He chuckled at their comment, “ I sure hope we won’t have to make another trip to the store because some raccoon decided to feast earlier than others.”

“Hey!,” lightly they smacked his shoulder, earning a smile in return, “ I will have you know the one who provides the snacks gets a right to eat first.”

He raised his brow, laughing lightly at their attempt at an excuse, his shoulders relaxed, his hands mindlessly inching closer to theirs. He truly hadn’t thought of touching them, though, his body couldn’t help but gravitate towards them, as though a force pulled him to them, drawing in his gaze and attention fully towards his companion. His friend. His…

Why didn’t these words feel right? He felt confused, though his mind gestured towards a platonic word, aimed with friendly affection, his heart felt otherwise… Oh no.

“ Hey Toaster! Are you there?” Their waving hand broke his trance, a rosy blush climbing its way onto his pale cheeks. His mind frantically searched for an answer, an excuse for his staring, wait he was staring for a while! No! Panic mode had, unfortunately, activated.

“ I-I, uh, yes?” 

If humans had a smaller version of themselves in their minds, it would surely be smacking its face continuously. Slowly he felt a hand brush a strand behind his ear, tucking in the stray pink hair that had once masked his face.

Such a gesture suddenly felt so intimate, so forbidden, so unfamiliar. Though they had done this before, aiding him with his hair malfunctions and issues, this light graze of their fingers upon his cheekbone brought his hairs to a stand. A shiver responding to this foreign touch was felt throughout his body.

“ Sorry, you had a stray hair, I imagine it blocked your view,” slowly they placed numerous bowls into their arms, hoping and praying they wouldn’t fall, “ Well then let’s go feed the other raccoons huh?” Fearing his voice would crack, his head nodding frantically, indicating a yes to their question.

…..

Somehow, to no one’s surprise, nightowl and oniontheif managed to get into another senseless argument about… something. No one was quite sure what prompted their squabbling,  all they knew was that it was best if the two separated for a few moments, a necessary peace for a successful game.

As the Toaster and Y/n made their way into the living, they spotted a fuming nightowl jumping out of his seat and making his way onto the terrace, aiming to run from his headstrong opponent, daring not to even think of his name, even the slightest mention could set him off.

Everyone slowly tried to negotiate an agreement for the two, hoping to form an answer to satisfy them both, perhaps they could manage not to further anger one another. Though, they all knew that at this current moment they had to speak with anyone but each other.

As June slowly, went to speak to nightowl, Y/n placed their hand on their shoulder, easing their friend’s mind with a small offering of a gentle smile and pat.

“ Don’t worry I will talk to him, I think oniontheif might need as many potential therapists as he can get, especially considering his current anger.”

Slowly they glanced towards him and proven right, the man was practically fuming, spouting rant after rant sprinkled with cuss words to solidify his fury.

“Yea I think so too…” 

…..

As they pushed the terrace door, allowing them access to the spectacular view of the night lights of the busy city. Though the time told a different story, the noises and glowing orbs spoke of the city's high energy, as though it itself consumed the sugary treats they purchased not long ago.

“ Hey owl, I brought you some candy and company? Unless you prefer to be alone, which is totally fine I can-” “ No! I mean no, it’s alright I… I appreciate you being here with me cutie.”

Patting the soft cushion of the couch, they slowly sat beside him, bringing him into a tight embrace, trying to halt his worries and aid his struggles. As he placed his head on their shoulder, a sigh escaped his lips as he took in their warmth and comfort. Attempting to savour their perfume combined with the softness of their skin, fearing they would leave him should his hold loosen even for a bit.

“ Cutie, I-I’m sorry could we stay like this for a bit? I don’t feel quite like talking.”

Tracing circles among other shapes along his back, they hummed in agreement, their hands continued stroking his back, hoping to ease each worry forming in his mind.

The lights decorated their bodies, and the sounds of the city were drowned by each other's warm breaths. He further snuggled into them, each touch felt so comforting, it felt like home. They felt at home. A place of shelter, safety and comfort. Somewhere where he was accepted, where each of his flaws was overlooked by the shine of his virtues.

No one felt quite like this, though June came close to providing this feeling, it wasn’t quite like them. Y/n felt so different and so, warm.

God his stomach fluttered too much.

…..

“Alright then, now that everything is settled, we have snacks, a truce formed between two opposing forces,” Owl and oniontheif glared at one another from a distance, “ we can truly begin this game, may the best win!” 

Everyone cheered at Xyx’s words, excited by the prospect of the promised award, babysitting Cat. Lady pulled out her phone excitedly, ready to spice up the evening with a thrilling dare. “ I call dibs on making the first dare!” Her excited shout echoed throughout the condo, earning a few scoldings and shouts in return.

As she spun the wheel on her phone, she anticipated the arrow's target, her target. Each second felt too long, and all feared for their sanity and dignity, till finally, it stopped. A cheerful sound came from the phone, displaying her prey proudly on the screen.

Y/n.

“Oh fuck.” “Oh fuck indeed my friend! Don’t worry, I promise to be gentle. Now then,” With an enthusiastic clap, she began to announce their fate, “ I dare you to kiss…

NakedToaster!”

Xyx!”

Quest!”

Nightowl!”

AN: Hey yall! Hope you guys enjoyed the tiny taste of what's to come. I plan on writing NakedToaster's first bc domestic week got me down bad, the rest I will let y'all decide so feel free to write down the next LI in my inbox. I might even do side characters after who knows!

Stay hydrated my luvs and have a wonderful day!

[freyito]

being the kindergarten teacher for boothill's daughter (pretending nothing bad happened) and him lowk crushing on u

✧ a/n: (using the name boothill's eng va gave his daughter btw.... clementine... also like we dont know boothill's og name so im just gonna call him. boothill. yeah.) THIS WAS GOING TO BE FOR FATHERS DAY BUT IT IS JULY SECOND AND IM SUPPOSED TO BE UP IN SEVEN HOURS AND I HAVE BEEN PLAYING FFXIV A LOT. anyways. enjoy. this was a blast to write tbh :P

✭ pairing: boothill x gn reader

🗒 cw: gn reader, just fluff, not proofread

✎ wc: 2.8k

Clementine was quite the rowdy girl. She would get her hands dirty any time she could, much to your dismay. You would wash her hands after recess and the minute they were washed she’d find some craft that would make her hands dirty again. You didn’t blame her, she was energetic and always wanted something to do, and if her hands were not occupied, then she felt lost. She was the kind of kid who would excitedly look for worms after it rained, and then giggle when her classmates squirmed.

You had only met her dad a handful of times, a man who was equally rough and rowdy, Atleast, what you’ve heard about him. From him. And Clementine. She had a habit about boasting about her dad, none of her stories less fantastical then the last. Some of her classmates believed that they were just fairy tales, stories to make her father seem like the hero, but given his reputation,– that you were quite aware of– you believed them. For all the stories she spins, you read about much more… brutal circumstances that he has been in, in the paper.

You honestly did not expect him when you thought of Clementine’s dad. Her grandfathers were normally the ones who dropped her off and picked her up, and you weren't quite sure what to expect when you first met Boothill. But when you did meet him, he was quite the gentleman. When you expected a rather foul-mouthed cowboy, you got a polite man who was all smiles and positive energy. And from that first meeting, he slowly started showing up for pickup regularly.

Around two months before summer, you noticed Clementine becoming a little more… clingy to you. Always proclaiming you were her favorite teacher, bringing you apples almost every day (most likely set up by Boothill himself or her grandfathers), and asking you what you will do for the summer, where you will be, if you’ll be out of the continent, and many more questions like that. You couldn’t help but read it as cute, and perhaps it may be your ego, but hearing you were her favorite teacher definitely boosted your mood. Although, no matter how many questions you answer, she always has more for you.

However, one of the most surprising questions she asks you comes around during pickup that day. Boothill was waiting for her, chatting idly with the other parents as the children scattered to find their own. Clementine practically drags you over to Boothill by your pinky, which would be cute if it didn’t kinda hurt. When Boothill sees her, he beams, only for that smile to falter ever so slightly, a soft, barely noticeable blush gracing his cheeks as he realizes his daughter is dragging his own crush (that he had been yapping about for weeks to his siblings, and Clementine decided to play matchmaker) towards him.

Before he can even say anything, Clementine decides to share her wisdom. “Pa has a crush on you! You should have dinner with us!”

A stunned silence fills the very public space between you two, and you can’t help but stumble over your words. Boothill is equally surprised, his entire face red as he scampers to pull Clementine from your hand. Some parents snicker around you while other kids laugh, and thankfully, some of the other teachers did not hear anything.

“I– I am so sorry about her!” Boothill pipes up, trying to smooth over the situation despite the embarrassment that creeps into his voice and every move. "She’s just sayin’ stuff! No need to–”

“It’s true! Papa’s lying!” Clementine shoots back, appalled that her father dare question her word. Boothill looks frazzled, perhaps even despaired as he desperately tries to cover her mouth.

You yourself are just as embarrassed, to have a kid so proudly declare that their parent has a crush on you, surrounded by parents, coworkers, and kids. Your coworkers may joke with you later on, and the parents may gossip, but you can’t even begin to fathom the amount of questions the kids will ask. You do not mind enduring literally anything else, but you can see yourself being bombarded by questions, asking if you two are together, if you’ll get married, and all other questions kids will ask. While you find Boothill to be quite handsome, part of you even questions the morals of a parent-teacher relationship. While the School Board had never mentioned anything against it, it still felt odd. And yet…

“I would love to have dinner with you.” Your mouth betrays your thoughts, deciding to take matters into its own hands (teeth? lips?). You feel your face immediately heat up, and can’t help but hide it.

While you and Boothill wallow in your embarrassment, Clementine is absolutely beaming, clapping practically. Her journey as matchmaker is complete, despite the fact that both you and Boothill are bright red, and refusing to look at eachother. By now, most parents were hurrying their kiddos off, and some teachers stayed back so they could collect some juicy gossip. You can hear your coworkers snickering already, but that did nothing to abate the heat rising in your body, wanting nothing more than to just leave early, and hide away for the entire summer.

“You should come over tonight! Pretty please–?” Clementine chimes in, before turning to her father. “Please, papa! Can they? Please? Please? Please? Pleasepleaseple–”

“Noooo…” Boothill whimpers, finally clasping a (gentle) hand over Clementines mouth. He looks absolutely distraught, as if he can’t believe that Clementine would just spill his secrets like that. “I’d have to clean the house, kiddo. Can’t just do it… now…” His voice trails off, and yet his voice sounds steady as if he had recovered quickly from his shame.

“Awh, please?” Clementine tries so desperately to get her plan to work, giving Boothill the cutest puppy eyes while you recover from your own foolish decision.

“Are you gonna clean the house?”

Slowly, a look of fear sets into Clementine’s features, and she fervently shakes her head. Boothill scoffs and pats her back with a soft ‘’s what I thought’. Defeated, she groans, kicking up dust and crossing her arms. Boothill untenses and lets out a sigh of relief, ushering Clementine away hurriedly. Before he realizes he missed a very, very crucial step. Begrudging– or perhaps it is just a facade– he trudges back to you and asks for your number all too quietly. He acts all flustered when he walks up to you, voice low, eyes avoiding you. Yet, when he walks back to Clementine, he’s practically… skipping. Frolicking, if you will.

You two text rather formally, while Clementine gives you more direct updates. She practically beams every time she sees you, more bold than her father, asking you all kinds of questions– which are mainly related to dinner and food. Some students had the audacity to ask if you were her new parent, and all you could bring yourself to saying was ‘not yet’, you feared that the word ‘no’ was too harsh. All in all, it felt as if you were digging your own grave. Too prideful to admit that you were quite okay with your date, yet too ashamed to turn down or speak against your own wishes.

You set the date for a Friday, which gave you enough time to wallow before, and after. But Clementine is impatient, every day, she hounds you on coming right then and there, while both you and Boothill tell her that you’ll be there soon, to not rush this. All she can do is huff and complain about it, but she was giddy nonetheless. Unfortunately for you, the next couple of days had gone by so quickly. You found yourself antsy on Friday, stumbling over your words, and ultimately just pulling out the tv and playing a show for the kids.

Clementine is dragging you out once more the minute the bell rings, all too happy, while Boothill stands rather… anxiously. Even if he saw you coming he still stumbles over his words, which are quickly shut up when you tell him you’ll need to come later anyways. He visibly relaxes, and it seems that he himself hasn’t had enough time to comprehend the fact that his little girl took everything in her own, tiny little hands.

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So, there you are, in Boothill’s cabin, nervously fidgeting with your hands as Boothill cooks in the kitchen, and Clemetine eagerly runs between the living room and the kitchen, ferrying very important information for the both of you. (His favorite color is red. His favorite animals are wolves. He might burn the food. Very, very important information.)

You can’t help but feel nervous, almost nauseous, as you listen to the sizzling and shuffling in the kitchen. The most you could distract yourself with was the thought of how cute the cabin was, before you realized you were on a date. With one of your students' parents. That also happened to be a renowned outlaw. You take a deep breath and try to collect yourself, reasoning with yourself that people meet people all the time, and that perhaps it isn’t such an odd thing, anyways. You weren’t scared of him, not one bit, and he was quite kind. You realize your nervousness is attributed to your embarrassment, which is attributed to the fact that Clementine, little 6 year old Clementine, had been the one to set you up on a day. In essence, at least. Her father was too scared to do it, and she decided he needed to ‘giddy up’. (in her words. She didn’t understand the term ‘man up’, but she does understand ‘giddy up’.)

Just as you gain some semblance of calm, Boothill emerges from the kitchen, holding two plates with magnificent looking sirloins. Your nausea is pushed away so swiftly when the smell hits you tenfold, and you can feel your mouth watering. You straighten up and shake off all your thoughts. If the date turns out to be a bust, at least you got a good meal out of it.

At your starry-eyed look, Boothill blushes, before setting the two plates down in front of you and Clementine’s seat, before hurrying back into the kitchen for his own. Before he even sits down, he begins cutting up Clementine’s food, as she finally takes her seat at the table. You two say nothing, while you are unsure what to say, other than a small ‘thank you’, before you start cutting up your own steak.

“I’m, uh…” Boothill starts, breaking the silence. He simply looks down at his plate. “Sorry for how inappropriate this may be.”

You pause, and look up at him, shaking your head. “How so?”

“Well it ain’t exactly… I dunno. Definitely didn’t want Clem sayin’ that stuff,” He sighs, poking at his food with his fork, avoiding eye contact once more. “It wasn’t polite, is what. Didn’t mean t’ cause a scene.”

“Can’t help it though, right? She’s just a kid–” You look over to Clementine who’s still beaming, “And she just wanted to help her dad out.”

“I guess. I dunno. It’s really on me, I mean.”

“Well sometimes people feel–”

You have to catch yourself before you go full on teacher mode, knowing you were going to say something cheesy and overly simplified that you would to a kid. You take a deep breath and hold it for a second before exhaling, although it sounds more like a sigh.

“It’s fine, y’know? I mean, we wouldn’t be here if I didn’t… well, share the same feelings.” You shrug, finally taking a bite of the steak he had made. By the Aeons is it delicious, cooked exactly the way you wanted it, oh, the praises you could sing.

Boothill is quiet for a moment, watching you savor his cooking. His eyes dart to Clementine, catching her fiery gaze as she stares him down, wordlessly begging him to just say more, make this scenario become one of a fairytale.

“Well, I’m glad. And also I’m glad ya like my cookin’.”

You smile softly and nudge his shin with your foot while you chew. Clementine has been so absorbed in the semi-tense energy that she hadn’t touched her food, and yet she knows she’s the only reason her father’s flustered. Despite that, she’s eager to get this show on the road.

“You two should kiss! Tell them you love them, pa!” She bursts out with a giggle, pointing at Boothill then you.

You choke on your food, turning your face away from her to hide your blush, while Boothill can’t help but laugh. Still, he himself is bright red, and doing his best to shush her.

“Too early for that, Clem. ‘S too dang early. First date doesn’t mean none of that, you know that kiddo?” He pokes her arm, playfully sticking out his tongue. “Besides, I thought you didn’t like all that kissin’ stuff.”

Boothill clears his throat and decides that now is the best time for Clementine to be quiet. You place your hands over your face, while Boothill’s squabbling with his daughter does nothing to quell the butterflies fluttering in your stomach. He’s trying to coax her to eat her food, and after a couple minutes of back and forth, she finally complies, either satisfied with how flustered she has you both, or her work. Either or, the rest of the night is relatively calm, as you two talk out your feelings. It had felt so… childish at first, but perhaps you were simply stuck in the fact that everyone could know. It seemed that Boothill was more embarrassed than yourself.

Before you leave, you help Boothill put Clementine to bed, reading her an overly long and complicated bedtime story. Before she had truly fallen asleep, she decided to knock your pride down, telling you that ‘Pa tells better stories!’ midway through the book you were reading. It hurt. Just a little.

You decide to help Boothill with the dishes when she does fall asleep though, and in that kitchen it is quiet. But not awkward. The silence is warm and comforting, only broken by running water and occasional complaints about a rather tough stain that Boothill can’t get rid of. You take this time to admire him, out of his normal rough ‘n tough cowboy attire. He himself is softer, perhaps even more kind-looking. It is quite the sight. Of course, he catches you staring.

“Can’t get enough?” He prods, elbowing you softly.

You blush. “I don’t really see a lot of you. Or sometimes I’m too zoned out to notice.”

“Really now?” He scoffs. “Ain’t you the first. I see some of your coworkers eye’ me y’know? Lot of ya like the ‘bad boy’ type, I’m sure.”

“Well if you’re so interested in them, why not ask them out? Get Clementine to ask them out for you?” You challenge.

“I ain’t interested in them, I swear!” He raises his hands in mock surrender, acting offended. “Can’t help tellin’ my little girl these things. My dads are worse. They’d make me court you, I’m so sure they would.”

You two share a laugh, shifting your focus back on the dishes. It doesn’t feel as embarrassing as before, comfortable, and quaint. He walks you out to your car after, ever the gentlemen, as the stars twinkle above. The galaxy seeps through the night sky, shining down on you, as his hand takes yours. His hands are calloused, a little scarred, but warm. So. Damn. Warm.

“Next time, I’ll hire a babysitter. And take you out on the town.” Boothill beams at you, his voice kind.

“Next time?”

“Yeah. Next time. I’d like another date. If you would like?”

“Of course I would.”

He smiles even wider at that, tilting his head ever so slightly. The moonlight frames his face in such an ethereal way, makes him look as if he is not one of the roughest outlaws you’ve read about, but simply a man, graced with a simple life, and that makes him beautiful. As you admire him, he leans in, you are no stranger to what he is doing. Your eyes fall onto his lips, before you close them. His lips are warm, just as his hands are, ever so slightly chapped, yet soft all the same. The kiss is chaste, and it feels as if he pulls away all too quickly. But you know better than to chase.

“Don’t tell Clem about that, ‘kay?” Boothill winks, before he finally lets go of your hand and watches as you get into your car.

As he is walking back to his cabin, you look up to see the light in Clementine’s room is on, and her little figure is pressed up against the window. She is staring right at you. And she looks appalled. As if you (or Boothill, in this case, he was the one who told you not to tell) would dare to live out a fairytale like that without an audience. An audience of her.

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♥ 𝓑𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓟𝓪𝓷𝓲𝓬 𝓛𝓘'𝓼 𝓟𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓮𝓷𝓽: Truth or Dare Series: The FFXIV Enjoyer ♥

Part 1: The Dare Part 2: The FFXIV Enjoyer Part 3: The Server Troll Part 4: The Moderator Part 5: The Grad Student

TW: a teensy tiny bit suggestive

NakedToaster x GN! Reader

Prompt: Unexpectedly, Lady dares you to kiss Toaster, you definitely don't mind this dare.

“ I dare you to kiss…

NakedToaster!”

Two hearts began to race prompted by the unexpected dare. Breathes quickened and their eyes darted while the orbs of the spectators began to ignite with a mischievous glow.

“ I think it's best we leave our lovebirds alone~”

“W-wait wha-” Quickly they were dragged away onto the balcony. The number of curses that escaped his lips would rival that of a sailor as the final click of the lock sounded, spelling their banishment.

Finally, in what seemed to be forever, their gazes locked, any courage that blossomed into them during their time with Toasty in the kitchen withered. The moment felt more…intimate. Closed off. Fear began to sink into their veins, as the prospect of confession with even a mere peck plagued their minds.

They feared that even a taste of the forbidden would make them crave for more, forming into pinning stronger than before. Crossing this line of their platonic bond would signal a point of no return. One that would affect their friendship forever.

“So…here we are! Outside, on the balcony. Um…are you fine with this dare Toasty?”

“Who m-me? I-yes I’m fine, I mean you’re fine, no, I’m fine, wait.” Soft laughter emitted from them upon hearing his words, soon the two joined into a shared melody of humour, chuckling at their own embarrassment.

Their pupils dilated with each moment, as though their eyes could gently envelop him into a warm endarkened embrace. With each passing second, they grew closer to one another as they gazed at the nightlife of the city below.

‘Now or never, now or never, now or…’ they began to chant in their mind and with a brave push, banishing all of their fears into the back, they took a hold of his hand.

The rosy colour on his cheeks grew to the tips of his ears. To match their bravery, he intertwined their fingers into his own, feeling the softness of their hand, slowly tracing each prominent vein and bone, familiarising the feeling. 

In return, they smiled at him as they rubbed their thumb along his hand in comfort and solace, easing any nerves that began to form. Unsure whether they did it for themselves or him but they enjoyed it nonetheless. 

Slowly he began to sigh, summoning the remainder of his courage, feeling the words on the tip of his tongue that threatened to spill the forbidden secret into the cold open air.

Once he opened his mouth nothing came out, each time he sealed his lips shut, only to open them once more. The task felt harder than it should’ve been, torturous even.

Slowly he mustered all the courage he could, which was very little but better something than nothing. Right? Right?? Right…

“ If I don’t say this now, I’m scared, no terrified I never will and that I will lose this chance so here it goes…I…I like you, actually no, Y/n I love you.” He turned to face them, his ocean eyes staring into theirs as if only they existed in the world. As though each individual disappeared beneath the deep blue sea, beneath the calm ocean waves for it was only them swimming afloat in his blue orbs.

They stroked his hand once more, grabbing his other hand that laid alone upon the cold metallic railing, only to intertwine them with their own. Offering a soft smile to ease his soul from the nerves that rattled his mind, encouraging him to continue.

“Every call, every text, every moment we were and are together brought you closer and closer to my heart. You helped me when I needed it most, hell, even after the Bloombot incident, you still stuck around. Which honestly baffles me but not that I’m complaining. I-I can’t even put it into words how much you mean to me.”

A mischievous smirk climbed upon their lips indicating a surprise ahead, unfortunately ( or in this case, fortunately), he hadn’t anticipated what would come next.

“ I guess I have to put it into action huh?”

A quiet ‘Wha-’ was silenced by their lips as they locked into his, fearing to let go even for a second more.

Each peck felt more electric than the last, time came to a stop as they lost themselves in the warmth and comfort of each other's embrace.

It was intoxicating, exhilarating, a feeling so addictive they could drown themselves in a sea of kisses. Eventually, it came to a stop, though their lips were apart, a mear breath separated them from sweet indulgence. Finally, he whispered, “ I-um that was sure one way. NOT THAT I MIND, NO IT WAS EXCEL-” 

Toasty could feel another soft peck upon their lips before they could finish their sentence, all of their thoughts came to a halt as they felt them drag their lips with their pearly whites. The final peck felt as though it was an anaesthetic, numbing the pain with its soothing sweetness.

“ You talk too much love.” They grinned at his fluster as it rendered him speechless, his soft pale skin spoke more words than any letter that would fall out of his silky lips.

They caressed his cheek as they traced the outline of his cheekbones, feeling every ridge and curve, memorising the feeling in their mind. Soon, he leaned into their warmth, embracing it like a gentle winter’s fire spreading its heat.

“ I guess that’s a yes then?” Both of them chuckle, “Yes, that is most definitely, most positively, a yes.”

He stared deeply into their eyes, getting lost in their depth, it felt enchanting, compelling. Their eyes spoke a story with every glance and gleam, brimming with eros, they looked at him as if only he existed as if the stars and lights around them paled in comparison to him.

He felt comforted.

He felt embraced.

He felt safe.

He felt… loved.

….

A loud click accompanied by a blinding light constricted their pupils, both backing away from the sudden shock and surprise of their curious ( annoying) companions. 

“ Damnit! I told you guys to turn off your shutter.” 

                    “Why are you looking at me?! It’s June’s fault!”

“ Hey! I had to borrow Salo’s phone while mine is charging.”

                   “I told you this was a bad idea but who listens to me.”

“ Shut up Onion no one cares!”

                     “ You!-”

“ Why can’t we have this one moment…” 

                    “ Because we are surrounded by idiots.” 

A soft kiss made its way to their head as if to punctuate his previous statement, though both wished to savour their moments of peace, they cherished having their small family of friends, for it was within this family that their love blossomed and grew.

After all, each of their support and pushes, along with tonight's dare, brought their feelings to light bringing forth a new type of love.

“Someone caught that right?”

AN: Might write another chapter im feeling i n s p i r e d

Stay hyrdated lovelies! <3

[nyxoholicwrites]

hii i absolutely LOVEE ur works!! hehe may i request domestic mc and toasty just making sweets together 🤲 mwehehehe also i hope u have a wonderful day/night!! <33

Hello anon! I'm happy to hear that you enjoy my fics!

Ofc you may! I am here to deliver after all

I am so happy that you requested toaster bc they have my whole heart and I haven't gotten the opportunity to write much for them so I AM READY <3

Awee thank you! I hope you are also having a wonderful day/ night!

Now, let's get baking shall we?

Sugar, Spice, and Everything Nice

NakedToaster x GN! Reader

Prompt: What better way to spend the day with your beloved than baking sweets?

TW: The ending is a bit suggestive but nothing explicit, the rest is up to your imagination hehe

It was a cold winter evening, snow had embraced the whole city, covering every street and corner with its cloak. The lights of each building burned bright, the whole city had a certain warmth to it, thanks to them, all felt right. Behind the closed door of their shared living space, the sounds of an enemy being slain could be heard, and a victory was claimed.

After a tiring week of working at their respective jobs, the couple had decided on staying in for the weekend, enjoying one another's company. All of the collected exhaustion left their bodies the minute they had laid in their bed and slept till their heart's content. The whole day was spent playing the critically acclaimed MMORPG FFXIV, their screens burned bright and their levels soared higher, no chatter between them was needed, other than a few helpful hints from Toasty, for a comfortable silence filled their room as they basked in the time they spent together.

Usually, during their famous raids, xyx would join the couple, never failing to tease the two every time an opportunity presented itself. And, although they never did mind his company, today was their day, and being the good friend he was, he respected their wish and left them with a suggestive remark. His words never failed to make the calm and collected Toasty burst in a crimson blush, but, before he could retaliate, xyx had made sure to log off quicker than they could summarise why FFXIV is worth paying $14.99 a month.

Eventually, Y/n rose from their desk, wrapping their arms around their pink-haired lover as he couldn’t help but jump in surprise from their sneak attack. “ Y-y/n! Where did you come from?!”

“ The other side of the room, I know, I am also shocked.” Their teasing remark made his eyes roll as he returned their dose of sarcasm with his own, “ Hahaha, very funny, did you need something?”

They couldn’t help but smile at them, they fondly gazed at Toasty, glancing at how adorable they looked, which was nothing new, but it was always important to remind them of said fact. Quickly, they smothered his face with kisses, unable to comprehend their sudden affections, his blush from beforehand had darkened into a deep crimson. They practically short-circuited at each kiss that decorated their visage, luckily, Y/n didn’t wear any lip product or they would have surely died at the sight of all the marks left behind.

“ I was thinking, why don’t we bake something? We haven’t made anything sweet in a while and I have been craving something sweet other than you.”

For those familiar with the Mortal Kombat franchise, Toaster was now experiencing a ‘ FATALITY’. “ I-if I agree, will you promise you won’t tease me anymore?” Although their facial expression was painted with a mischievous grin, they crossed their fingers behind their back, they never could resist teasing them with every chance that appeared, but for now, they would settle down with their mischief. “ Alright, I promise that I won’t tease you any further.” Remember kids, lying is a-ok as long as you get to tease Toasty along the way.

....

After they prepped all of the bowls and utensils, the couple finally got to work. Beforehand, they searched through their cookbook, looking for an ideal recipe, something quick, something easy, something that would fulfil their sweet desires. There were many rather difficult desserts, some had a cooking process of two days which, in all truth and honesty, wasn't something their lazy attitudes were wanting to complete.

Just as they were about to give up, a certain sweet caught their eye, sugar cookies. The recipe filled their criteria and passed with flying colours and so, with decisive nods they quickly got to work. With a fast pace, they made the batter ready, mixing in all the necessary ingredients, and soon, the once empty oven was now filled with the sugary delicacy.

As they were pouring the icing sugar in the bowl to make the icing, it was not time to start their teasing, " Toasty, I have a question, after the cookies are done, can you take me to a bakery?" He slowly raised his eyebrow in confusion, a bakery? Why would they need to go to a bakery, especially in the evening? And as soon as they saw the confusion on their face, they knew they had won.

" Sure? But why would you need to go to a bakery?" With a slight grin, their long-awaited response left their lips, " Because I want a cutie pie like you∽" God, he can't catch a break today, can he? He groaned cutely as he blushed for the umpteenth time today.

Although the two have been together for well over a year now, they never failed to get them flustered, whether it was with their touch or words, simply being with them got them feeling like a teenager. That was one of the beauties of love, no matter the amount of time that passed, whether it was a month, a year, or even a decade, nothing failed to get you falling for them all over again.

As they snickered at his reaction, he finally decided to get revenge. Toasty was never bold with their affections, their love was always on display through countless gifts or an act of service, and although they were fond of their touch, it was mostly initiated by Y/n. But today was going to be an exception.

With a determined stare, they took a long stride to their beloved, before Y/n could question their intentions, their face was cradled between a pair of soft hands and their lips quieted as they were pressed against another pair. Their eyes widened in surprise and a crimson tint had spread itself over their cheeks, but slowly they leaned in and reciprocated Toasty's kiss.

The kiss was as addicting as the sugar that patiently sat in the bowl, but oh it was even sweeter than the latter. What had started as something sweet and innocent had soon heated into something passionate. They tightly held him in their arms as if they feared losing him, every moment was precious and they wished it could last forever.

They moved with such unison it felt as if they were two puzzles who fit perfectly once put together, and with each kiss, it was even more apparent. Before things could further escalate, the timer had soon buzzed a familiar tune and they broke away from their embrace, their breaths quickened to capture the air they had lost just moments ago.

" W-we really should get started on that icing now huh?" As they finally caught their breath, they ran to take the sweets out of the warm oven, shutting it off for the night, however, said sweets were the last thing they had planned for the evening. As they slightly dipped their finger into the icing sugar, they tapped it onto his nose.

" You know Toasty, I think I want my cutie pie instead ∽"

I will leave the ending to your imagination my dear reader∽

AN: I LOVE TOASTY SMM, probs gonna replay their route now

Hope you enjoyed the fic! Have a lovely day <3