#ffxiv x gn reader

[fragmntofurmind]

DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT MDNIミ⁠●⁠﹏⁠☉⁠ミ

G'Raha Tia x reader drabble

Warning ⚠️ cunniligus, dubcon

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Raha feels like he's dying, you've been in between his legs for who knows how long now, lapping up and down his cunt with fervor. He wriggles and squirms to get away from you but with his arms and legs bound to the bed it's futile. You leave a wet open mouth kiss on his clit before backing away and taking in the object of your obsession. Tears are streaming down his face and a string of saliva dribbles down his chin. His breaths are shaky as he moans and hiccups pleas to stop.

"Just a few more times, baby. You're delicious."

You dip your head back down, his voice along with the sounds of slurping fill the room again.

[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.

[occasional-yan-stuff]

really enjoyed your yan otome post! im a fan of stuff like that where characters in traditional video game settings/other media go yan for people irl :3 i saw your post in the community so i wanted to ask- whats your opinion on characters in a standard rpg party setup going yan for the player (possibly healer bc i main white mage in ffxiv lol)? the hero, archer, mage, tank/knight, etc?

Ask and ye shall receive! This will be set up kinda like my berries post, going through characters one at a time. Let's do another isekai type thing, but this time with each yan being kind of an... alternate scenario where that character is the one becoming meta and going yandere, as opposed to there berries where it was sort of a harem. I realize now that you probably wanted a more casual type thing, but I ended up writing little mini stories for each of them. oops!

And now, without further ado...

RPG Archetypes as Yanderes

Pairing: Yandere!Meta!RPG characters (multiple genders) X GN! reader

Warnings: Manipulation (hero, healer, mage, archer), Factitious Disorder Imposed on Another in a non familial context (Healer), implied physical abuse (healer), Obsessive behaviors (all), Possessive behaviors (Healer, Rouge, Tank, Mage, Archer), Stalking (rouge, archer), Blood (rouge), Murder (rouge, tank (implied)), Dubiously consensual SFW touching (Rouge, Tank,), Intelligence degradation (Tank), Nonconsensual kissing (Tank), love spells (Mage), mind control (mage), emotional dependency (Archer)

Details/Tropes: Abuse of italics, Himbo (Tank), Nicknames (hero, rouge, tank), Protector Yan (hero, rouge, tank), Submissive Yan (hero,), Resentful Yan (Rouge), Flirty Yan (tank, archer), YanTsun (Mage), Needy Yan (archer)

THIS IS GONNA BE A LONG ONE, FOLKS! STRAP IN!

It wasn't dramatic. You didn't get hit by a truck and get reborn as a baby. You didn't have a heart attack while playing the game and wake up as the main character. You didn't even get sucked into the console after a bright light came out of it. No, you just went to bed one night and woke up here. You looked exactly like you, you talked exactly like you, you just had different clothes and had somehow woke up in a bed you hadn't gone to sleep in. Looking around the room brought up nothing. It was as if everything had been taken from every drawer. All that was left behind was a set of clothes in the wardrobe. They were brightly colored and gaudy with strong silhouettes, nothing like the typical garb of the medieval-ish setting a quick glance out the window lead you to believe you were in. These looked more like something right out of... oh... oh no.

After getting dressed and taking several minutes to convince yourself, you crept down the stairs of the strange inn to see the party. Your party. They had all of the exact armor upgrades you had given them and had the exact same weapons equipped. You looked around the room and it finally hit you, this was the inn you had saved the game in last night, before you went to bed. This was your save file. You had woken up in your save file.

You talked to the party for a bit and, of course, they recruited you to join. That's just how stories like this go, after all. Traveling with them was fun at first, you loved slaying monsters and getting to know your favorite characters. It was even better because when you died, instead of going back to the inn, it would just take you back to the previous morning, meaning you didn't loose much progress in the adventure, or in building connections with your new friends. Still, as you got to know the party better and better, you couldn't help but notice how odd one of them was acting...

The Hero

He was so instantly sure that it was you. Your voice gave it away instantly. You were the one who has been in his head, telling him what to do, what to say, and how to direct his allies. You were the one he had deemed his Guardian Angel. Now that were here with him, he still wanted to listen to you. You'd gotten him this far, hadn't you? He looked to you for guidance so much that you basically became the de-facto leader of the party.

The first reset was startling to him to say the least but no one else in the party seemed to remember it. That meant it was his duty to make sure what happened before didn't happen again. You had been his Guardian Angel, how he had to be yours. Disobeying your orders to prevent resets was uncomfortable at first but he knew it had to be done. He knew he had to protect you.

You didn't think much of it when it happened. He was, in theory, the leader after all, and you liked to see him taking charge again. However, it eventually became clear that he didn't respond to the resets like other characters, who would behave in the exact same ways and say the exact same things, and you knew you had to confront him about it.

He breathed a sigh of relief that you remembered the resets too. He didn't have to be alone anymore and protecting you wasn't as important. Things could go back to normal, with you being the Guardian Angel that he could never tell you that you were. It was so nice to just take a load off. He always had to be in control, having someone like you to take charge for him and help him with tough decisions was like a breath of fresh air.

It was so nice to be told what to do in battle for a change, it made him feel more like he was on the same level with the rest of the party, and better yet, it made him feel more like he was below you. It was a feeling he couldn't get enough of for whatever reason. Maybe he was just tired of all the challenges, maybe he thought you were better at it, or maybe... it was just the effect that his Guardian Angel had on him.

At times, he would pretend not to know how to do even the most basic of tasks so you would help him or even do it for him. Lighting a fire? Cooking an egg? Putting on his own armor? All skills he magically lost but some how regained the second that anyone but you offered to help him. And every time you did help him, he fell in love with you more and more.

Once you had come along, he quickly lost interest in all 6 of the romance options he had in the original game. You were all he cared about. He loved you. He needed you. His move was finally made about 5 weeks after you appeared in this word. He asked you to come to the beach and look at the sea with him that night. You had played this game time and time again. You knew what that meant, but still, you went. Perhaps it was out of simple curiosity, perhaps it was something more.

That night, he dropped to one knee, unsheathed his sword, and held it up to you. Its black blade glistened in the light of the moon.

"I don't want to be the hero of prophecy anymore," He said, his voice fully certain, "I only want to be yours, my Guardian Angel."

The Healer

She wanted to protect you. Of course she wanted to protect you. She wanted to protect everyone in the party but you... you were different. Perhaps was the amount of interest you took in her that really did it. You were always there to make her feel better in the many many times she got self conscious and you always helped her and the archer make dinner for the rest of the party.

She was, admittedly, pretty darn tropey, but that's part of what drew you to her in the first place. In your old life, you loved writing fanfic that explored her on a deeper level, studying how her backstory influenced certain aspects of her characterization and why she was so motherly towards all the other characters. Now, you had an opportunity to find the real answers to exactly why she was the way she was, what made her tick, and the type of person she was when she really knew someone and could open up to them.

The original game only really treated her as a love interest for the hero and a fragile thing that was there to patch up the rest of the party. Now that you were able to see things from your own perspective, instead of the perspective of the hero, you could finally interact with her without having to worry about going down a romantic route... or so you thought.

She had a tendency to latch onto anyone who payed attention to her and this time, it was you. In here eyes, the rest of the party only ever saw her for her utility, but you saw her as a person and as a friend. She couldn't let you leave her.

She would often give you less healing than you needed, keeping you weak and dependent. What an odd coincidence that she never had enough components or ingredients to make a strong enough spell or potion. The other party members could get healed up fine but maybe there was something about you that made you resistant to healing magic. That was the excuse she always used.

There were some nights where she crept into your tent as you slept and used her spells to decrease your max HP, making you over all weaker and weaker, over all more and more in need of her service. She felt bad about it, a little, but this was the only way she could ensure that you would stay with her. This was the only way she could keep you. It didn't matter that she was breaking her oath to always prioritization the health of others. You were far more important than that.

As was bound to happen on a long journey like this, you got sick once or twice. She adored these periods of illness. It was so lovely to coax soup down your throat and gently stroke your hair. You needed bed rest, after all, and it was up to her to decide when you were all better. Sometimes she wished she could just keep you like this forever but she knew that the dark lord would have to be defeated at some point, and thus always forced herself to put an end to things.

Although she couldn't keep you sick all the time, she was still constantly worried about you and doting. She was always a worrier but now she had someone else to worry about. You noticed how at times she would say things to you that she said to the hero in her romantic route. This made it clear that she had feelings for you.

You didn't want to give her the wrong idea so you began to distance yourself. This didn't make her feelings fade, though. All that happened was her becoming desperate and clingy, always wanting to go on missions with you. Everything came to a head when you offered to go on a side quest with the archer.

You woke up the next morning with a broken leg.

The Mage

The second you got to this world you were deeply interested in magic. This was a bit inconvenient for the mage because they weren't deeply interested in you, seeing you as another pointless addition to an already over crowded party. That was before the first reset, however.

The way the flow of time was connected to your death was fascinating. They didn't show this fascination, of course, being a pretty two dimensional tsundere in the original game where they were a love interest, but it was definitely there. This secret fascination is what made them reluctantly start teaching you magic, so that they could research you.

It was never a secret that they knew about resets. They had assumed the others did as well before they brought it up and everyone looked at them like they had two heads. This was the thought of their theory that only those truly versed in the arcane could remember resets. This only expanded their interest in you, the only other person that remembered.

They were convinced that you had some secret magical knowledge that you were hiding from them, but then why would you ask them to teach you? Just to spend more time with them? That was there assumption but they played along with your 'lessons' because they wanted to study you more.

The more time the two of you spent together, bonding over magic and resets, the more they started to fall for you. It was just like in the game where progress in the mage's romantic arc would give the hero more and more powerful spells to use.

They started using lines from the romantic arc that you had played through time and time again for the spells. You wanted to back away and distance yourself but you remembered the bad end of their romance route: They use a love potion on the hero to keep him theirs forever. Not wanting to suffer the same fate, you let it play out, letting them call you dummy and get flustered just as you remembered it in the game.

That wasn't enough though. They could tell your heart wasn't in it. They could tell that you weren't truly theirs. They really had no other choice than to make you love them.

It was just one of your usual magic lessons when they pressed the flower petal into your palm and whispered those fateful words into your ear.

"This bloom makes you mine and mine alone."

That was all that was needed for your head to go fuzzy and everything to go pink. All you could think of was them. All you needed was them.

The Rouge

One word: Sneaky. They didn't really like people, and, in all honesty, they barely liked you, but something about you drew him to you. They would always stand there, silent, hood up and starting at you. You never found it strange. This was just how they were. The only thing you found truly off putting was the way they would seem to become quietly frustrated every time you spoke with another party member. It was like they saw you as a prize, another treasure to steal.

You were never alone on missions or quests. No, they were always there, watching from the shadows, hand on their knife in case anyone jumped out to attack you. Usually they would handle those who meant you harm without you even seeing either them. It was always so strange how they would be covered in blood whenever you got back from missions.

One night, however, as you walked the dark streets of the city, there was a dangerous person they hadn't spotted. A man much larger than you jumped out and pulled out a knife. He was about to say something but was cut off by the rouge's own blade entering his back and twisting.

The rouge pulled you out of the way of the body, which fell to the earth with a thud, and pulled you close with their blood stained hands.

"No one hurts my treasure," he whispered in your ear

The Tank

He was too dumb to be conniving, but that was ok. Smarts weren't necessary to know how special you were. It seemed to you that with very reset, he would get just a little dumber and just a little more obviously in love with you. Not that he ever wasn't.

He'd always been the type to tease, be it enemies or party members, that's what made him such a fan favorite in the real world, but with you it was more... flirty. Like something straight out of an 'X reader' fic on tumblr. He also had a tendency to use pet names for you. He had nicknames for all of the party members but that was always more playful "red," "sharp shot," "Mx. Silent," stuff like that. For you, it was almost always "cutie."

You were always the priority in fights too. If there was ever an AOE or an attack with multiple projectiles, you were always the one he threw himself in front of.

"wouldn't want anyone ruining that pretty face," he'd say with a smirk.

This was how it started but it got more intense with each reset. Your third death was about the time he started getting all touchy feely. A moment seldom passed with his hands not on you, holding your hand, around your waist, on your thigh. It was as though he thought that letting go would make you disappear.

He also became even less afraid to speak his mind. Other party members would address their dissatisfaction at his prioritization of you over them in combat, to which he would respond "you're just jealous that I like the newbie better than you." and cross his arms with a loud clang emitted from his heavy plate armor.

In the game, there were a lot of things he canonically couldn't do. He couldn't start a fire, he couldn't name certain species of animals off the top of his head, and he couldn't tell a scary story to save his life, just to name a few. More and more skills were lost as the resets went on. By your 10th death, he didn't even know what a deer was called and seemed convinced that the sky was red.

He was more impulsive too, jumping off of water falls to make a big splash, chasing after animals that he was 'helping' the archer hunt, and even kissing you right on the mouth with no warning, squeezing your cheeks with his gauntlets. It was weird. The rest of the party could tell too.

Your 15th reset is when he finally snapped. The party sat around eating breakfast, the hero notably absent. He had been here by now during the previous reset and even pulled you aside after breakfast for a serious talk about the tanks behavior.

"Where's the hero?" you asked to no one in particular.

"Oh," the tank responded with a casual smile, "I didn't like him talking to my cutie."

The Archer

She was fragile, really fragile. Not just because of her low HP, armor, and stamina but also emotionally. It was a common headcanon amongst fans that her charming, flirty attitude was just a defense mechanism for how insecure she was on the inside. Getting to know her in this new world showed you that this was absolutely true.

There were many hours late at night where she would sob to you around the fire, telling you all about a backstory that was never revealed in the actual game. It was heart breaking. You felt so bad for her. These moments were why she became so deeply attached to you.

You became her rock, she would come to you whenever she needed to talk about anything. She practically broke down when you were out of commission for whatever reason. The others respected her as being quick and witty, a fire cracker. She couldn't turn to anyone else.

Still, she was incredibly flirty with you and loved seeing how flustered she could get you. That's one of the main reasons she took you on so many missions with her and hunting trips too, but there was one other reason that the always took you along, other than teasing and emotional stability: she didn't trust the other party members alone with you.

Even when you went on missions with other party members, she was there, using feather light hunting steps not to be detected. You were hers, after all. She couldn't let you have too much emotional investment in anyone else.

Whenever she saw at camp that you were about to have a heart felt moment with another party member, she would step in and ruin it, and if she saw you and another party member have a heart to heart on a mission, she would pull them aside for a chat and they would start avoiding you for whatever reason.

It was ok though, even as everyone but her started to avoid you. She was all you needed. You knew because she always reminded you.

[freyito]

hello hello!!! may i order an idia flavored curry rice plz?? blinks cutely) ty!!

✭ pairing(s): idia shroud x gn reader

★ in which: idia is WAY too confident that he can out miku you.

✩ curry rice black forest cake w/ idia shroud!

✦ entry for my 1k follower event, Freyito's Maid Cafe! check out the link to figure out how to send an order!!

✧ a/n: ykw anon. im so glad you changed your mind because this gave me SUCH a banger idea that i couldnt go to sleep cause i was writing it out in my head. teehee :)

🗒 cw: gn reader, ffxiv sneak, just embarrassed idia :3, not proofread

✎ wc: 2.7k

ᴘᴜʀᴇ ᴇᴠɪʟ | ꜰʀᴇʏɪᴛᴏ'ꜱ ᴍᴀɪᴅ ᴄᴀꜰᴇ !

It was late at night, and you had been on call with Idia. He was grinding out materials for some new transmog that had dropped in his game, and cursing the drop rates. You, on the other hand, were grinding out Project Diva Mega Mix for no particular reason. You had just made up your mind that you wanted to full combo some extra songs, and now you were hellbent on doing so. Plus, it provided some nice background music for Idia and his grind sesh.

By now, you had two songs finished and full cleared (albeit, with 97% accuracy), and you were working on your third, Sweet Devil. You already had four failed runs, your hands were starting to cramp a bit, and Idia’s smart remarks weren’t helping you. Not to mention, you always found the mvs distracting. Too much happening in the background while you were trying to focus on the notes.

You slump back in your chair with a huff as you watch the small word ‘safe’ pop up and interrupt your combo. You watch for just a moment as the symbols fly past on the screen, a barrage of ‘miss’es following shortly after. You finally exit the mv, balling your hands into a fist and then stretching out your fingers.

“I thought you were, like, a god at rhythm games,” Idia chides. You can hear the smile through his mic.

“Well sometimes it takes a couple tries,” You sigh, shaking your head. 

“Yeah, yeah, sure it does,” He chuckles. When you look at his stream, he’s finished up running maps and his character is now toiling away by the marketboard. “I bet I could do it.”

You raise your eyebrow, though he can’t see it. “Hm, what’s the stakes?”

“We need stakes?”

“You’re insulting my integrity as a rhythm game player. I want there to be a deal.”

A silence follows your voice, but you can hear him shift back in his chair. “Okay. What do you want to bet, then?”

Hm. You yourself don’t know exactly what you want if you win. Maybe you could get some gil off of him in game, but that didn’t feel like enough. You look around your room, before spotting something rather intriguing. It was a forgotten purchase, a pastel pink maid dress. It was rather cheap material, but still served its function. You were sure if you looked for them, you’d find the rest of the pieces…

“Loser wears a maid dress,” You declare triumphantly. “I got one in my closet.”

“... I, uh, don’t wanna ask why you have that,” He mumbles, “But I guess I accept. It’d be pretty nice to see you in a maid dress, heh…”

“Don’t act like you’ve already won. You haven’t even opened the game yet.”

“Yeah, yeah, just lemme put this up on the marketboard and I’ll get on the game…”

You lean back, content to wait and give your hands a bit of a break. You can’t help but smirk at not only making Idia eat his words, but seeing him in a maid dress would make you… quite happy, to say the least. The light pink would pair well with his hair and– you have to stop yourself there. You’d rather not distract yourself any further, nor allow yourself to get cocky. You can’t get ahead of yourself, or else you risk losing perhaps the most precious award you could ever have. 

“Okay. I’m on. Which song was it again?” Idia finally speaks up. When you look back at his stream, he’s ended it.

“Sweet Devil– Hey, you should stream your screen,” You point out, tabbing back into your game.

“I’m getting to itttt,” He drags the last letter, like it was too much work, as if he had not streamed his games every time you two called.

You watch as the ‘stream has ended’ switches to his screen, scrolling through the songs before landing on sweet devil. He changes difficulties to extreme, then waits for a moment, like he’s expecting you to say something. You decide to mess with him a little bit, staying silent a little longer.

“I’m waiting,” He groans, and you can almost hear his eyes roll. “I know you’re watching. I heard the little viewer noise.”

“Yeah, yeah,” You chuckle, “I’m ready whenever you are.”

Idia doesn’t even grace you with a ‘go’, or anything of the sort, simply starting the song, following your words. You scramble to tab back into the game, quickly selecting the song. 

The song and mv start up, and soon after the notes come in. You do your best to focus, to try and block out the MV, the bright pink lights of Miku’s room and Miku herself made it hard to follow the notes, especially with how fast they were. Still, you find your rhythm relatively easily, considering you knew the song and charting by heart. Normally, you’d be super conscious about the progress bar beneath the screen, checking to make sure you were well above the ‘excellent’, marker. However, you were too determined to focus. And unfortunately, that would be too much of a distraction. You don't even focus on if your hits are 'good' or 'excellent'.

The hold notes scare you the most, considering you always end up slipping up on them, somehow. Either that, or you don’t hold them for long enough and panic when you can just press the other buttons on your keyboard. You tell yourself, over and over again, in your mind, that you can just use the other set of keys. You have to. You can’t risk allowing Idia to have any sort of edge on you.

Three minutes feels like five, or even ten. Idia has been far too quiet during this, not even muttering something under his breath. You feel grateful for a moment, if you heard anything on his side, you’d probably mess up. Maybe you could mess him up. Yes. No. Ugh, if you did, you’d probably mess yourself up, too. And if you had messed him up, he’d complain and call for a redo. You would rather never play this song again, to be honest.

Just as your fingers start to tingle– a result of adrenaline, for some reason–, the word ‘success’ comes up. Behind the notes, Miku turns her little devil tail into a spear and throws it as a planet. You do your best not to celebrate too early, still having to go through with the last couple seconds of the song. You were just happy to have nailed the challenge time, more than happy. 

After the last couple of notes, you’re able to lean back and relax. For a moment. When the ‘clear’ screen comes up, you feel your heart jump at the percentage. 101.53%. You look over at Idia’s stream and can’t help but laugh. 99.07%.

“No,” He utters weakly, with an agony in his voice you have never heard before. He doesn’t say anything else.

“Yes,” You feel maniacal, an odd elation spreading through your chest. You don’t even exit the game, hopping out of your chair. “You stay right there.”

You pull the dress from your closet, listening to Idia frantically call for Ortho from your headphones. The rest of what he says is unintelligible, given the distance between you and your headphones as you rummage through drawers to find the rest of the costume. You find the cuffs, stockings, and even a headband with cat ears. It’s a little bent, but you’d fix it on the way.

Hurriedly, you stuffed the costume into a bag, grabbing your phone and turning on the flashlight. Slinging the bag over your shoulder and rushing out of your house. You keep your flashlight pointed at the ground so you don’t trip, running as fast as you can to the Hall of Mirrors. Like it is a high-stakes situation, time is precious. If you can’t make it to Ignihyde’s dorms soon, then you will never see Idia in a maid dress, even if you won the bet.

The minute you reach the Hall of Mirrors, you practically throw yourself through Ignihyde’s mirrors, scrambling through the halls with harsh breaths. Your heavy footsteps echo through the halls as you make your way up the steps and to Idia’s room, clutching the strap of your bag. Ortho is there, in front of Idia’s door, opening it just a crack.

Seeing you, the boy lights up, smiling at you from underneath his mask. “Oh, hey, Idia. They’re here!”

“Nooo!” Idia squeals, and you can what him scrambling from his chair to close the door.

You shove your foot into the crack of the door just as Idia tries to open it. He uses more force than he means to, squeeze your foot slightly. You don’t emote, despite how much it hurts. Which scares Idia. But you don’t care. You won the bet. And he needs to pay up. Ortho stares blankly, trying to figure out what has Idia acting this way, before scolding his brother.

“That’s mean! You shouldn’t try to shut your partner out, especially like that!” 

Idia shrinks back a little. It’s clear that Ortho doesn’t know what has you on such a warpath, and you are quite happy with that. Finally, you smile a little, opening the door with your other hand. 

“Ortho…” Idia murmurs, turning his gaze away from you and his brother. “We’re gonna, uhm, game all night. Just us two. So, uh, you should get some sleep.”

He sounds utterly defeated, and Ortho remains none the wiser as to what you were about to subject poor Idia too.

“Huh? But you called me here?” Ortho tilts his head, raising an eyebrow.

“I-I didn’t mean it– er, It was a mistake,” 

“... Okay! I’ll leave you two be. Have fun!”

And with that, Ortho hovers away, happy to leave his brother in your hands. By then, Idia knows he’s lost. You take a step in, handing him the bag with the dress and accessories in it. You don’t even speak to him, feeling a bit too giddy about your win, and prize.

“Uhm… can you at least stay out there, while I get changed?” His voice is shy, understandably so. 

“If you lock yourself in there, I’ll get Ortho to break it down,” You place your hands on your hips, in an attempt to seem confident.

“He wouldn’t do that.”

He’s right, you were well aware that your threat was kind of empty. But there’s no way you were going to let him get away.

“Then I’ll get those Heartslabyul first years to kick the door down.”

He lets out a small ‘eep’ at this, frowning. “Okay, okay, I won’t lock the door. Fine. You win.”

He doesn’t allow you any time to reply, taking the back and closing the door all too quickly. You can hear him shuffling about and the clothes rustling, and you feel your stomach flip-flop with nerves. You fidget with your hands and turn your back to the door, pretending like you actually didn’t care all that much so that Idia could get dressed faster, like that would work. You cross your arms, tapping your fingers against your biceps while you wait.

After a while, you hear the door crack behind you, and you turn around way too excitedly. He barely peeks through, giving you a look akin to a pleading puppy. He didn’t open the door all the way, insistent that you had to slip in through the crack, in case any one else would look out and see him. He’d rather save himself the embarrassment.

Finally squeezing through the door, he shuts it quickly. You, on the other hand, are greeted with a sight. His entire face is red, the tips of his hair flickering a bright pink as he looks away in embarrassment. The dress is a little short for him, so he clutches to the hem of the skirt and pulls it down a little. The pink worked well with his hair and his skin, just like you thought. It’s cliche, one of the dresses that was copy pasted from all those maid animes and what not. But still, you think it fit well.

“This is so cheap,” Idia complains, tilting his head up. “Okay. I dressed up. Can you go now so I can get back in my pajamas?”

You realize he’s missing something. The cat ears.

“No. No, I’m not leaving until you put the cat ears on.” You state simply, looking around for where they are.

He grimaces, deflating even more. “Please no. I think I might die. Actually, I’m going to die. Right now.”

“I won the bet fair and square, it’s not my fault. Where are they, Idia.” You speak with such a stern voice, it almost scares him. He finally, hesitantly, points to his chair, his grimace deepening as he looks back at you. “Put. Them. On.”

He groans, turning around and grabbing the cat ears. He gives you one last look, begging you to just let him go. Maybe you’re being a little too sadistic, but c’mon, Idia in a maid dress. That’s it. You plan to make the most of it. Slowly, he lifts the headband over his head, then lowers it down. Now you have your own Idia cat maid in front of you. You can’t help but smile, absolutely jubilant to see this poor man wearing such a cute dress.

“Okay. Can you go now, please,” He pleads once more, bringing a hand up to his face.

“Can I at least take a picture?” You hold up your phone.

“N-no! Please, no. I’m already at my lowest point, don’t have to kick me while I’m down…”

“Okay, okay,” You decide to finally allow him some mercy, “I won’t. But… I don’t think this image is ever leaving my head any time soon.”

He sighs and shakes his head, avoiding your gaze. But he doesn’t reply. Well, that won’t do. You decide to come up with a quick excuse to stay.

“Well, I ran all the way here, in the dark, it’d suck if you sent me back,” You try to play it cool, tilting your head a little and looking up through your lashes at him. This earns you a deeper blush.

“Stop it,” He huffs, turning his head. Met with his set up, he realizes you two are technically still on call. And he finds his way out. “Your pc is on, you know.”

“Huh.”

“It’s on. You’re still in call.” He points to his monitor.

Your blind blanks for a minute, before you panic a little. You would like to stay and see if you can get him to stay in the maid dress for a little longer, but at the same time, you’d rather not blow out the power supply of your pc. That thing is too damn expensive. And you love it too much.

“Okay. Bye.” You huff briskly, turning on your heels and waiting for the door open before running back down to the mirror that connected the Ignihyde dorms to the Hall of Mirrors.

Idia yelps as the door slides open fully, stepping back and pressing himself against the wall so no one would see. Like anyone else was up at this time. He listens to you rush down the hallway, before letting out a breath. Once the door is shut all the way, he’s quick to wriggle out of the dress, throwing the cat ears, cuffs, and stockings (which ended up ripping a bit) to the corner of his room.

Almost breaking the zipper, he yanks it down on the back of his dress and throws it alongside the scattered recipes, before staring intently at it. Why couldn’t you have just waited for him to undress and take it back? He didn’t want these god forsaken items here. In his room. That reminded him of you. That’s like the cheesiest romantic thing couples do! And in this fashion, perhaps even cringey! He wants to burn it, so bad. Or throw it out. But what if someone somehow finds it in the trash? And then they link it back to him? That’d be the worst scenario. The absolute worst.

He continues to stare at it for a minute, before reaching for his pajamas that were hanging off the back of his chair. Fine. He’ll leave the stupid costume alone for now. Perhaps it’d come in handy one day. Give you a taste of your own medicine… or something.

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[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)

[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!

[aymericgf]

❝ 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 kit, 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.

[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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[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.

.  * 　　　 ✦     .     　⁺ 　 .

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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[nyxoholicwrites]

♥ 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.

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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