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yaut-jaknowit · 1 year ago

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The Hunt

Pairing: Gawtin (Female Yautja) x AFAB!Reader

Warnings: Primal play, gawtin hunts you down, hunting, teasing, light edging, fingering, impact play, smacking, rough sex, lots dirty talk, use of 'girl', praise kink, multiple orgasms, mind numbing orgasms.

Word Count: 5880 (11 pages on word... damn. I'm down for this Yautja)

Summary: As you cooked dinner for Gawtin and Qui-oky, the former arrives home. But you notice something different about her. She's... seems to be more in her predatory state. Her eyes narrowed on you. Only on you. She towers over you, crowding you into the counter as you cooked, holding her child. She leans down and whispers, "Run."

Author Note: I'm seriously down for Gawtin. Like badly. She could rip off my head and I would thank her. Hope you guys love her just as much as do.

Ao3

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Eyes. Sharp, deadly eyes followed every step that you made around the kitchen. Without hesitation, you knew who it was. No one else could stare at you like that. You trembled but stayed focus on the task on hand. It was your turn to feed the family tonight. Best of all, it was something you had personally gone out and hunted yourself. All by yourself.

Pride filled your stomach as you sprinkled some spices Gawtin got from the market lately. They were like nothing you’ve ever smelled before. Unlike the ones you’ve seen on earth, these had blues, purples, and even pinks in the mixture. Whatever it was, the name unreadable, was delicious on any meat you put it on. You were excited for tonight’s dinner.

Despite your previous experience with cooking for Gawtin, times that shall not be remembered, you had hoped this would turn out better. It had to be. This was all for her, even though her kind doesn’t need to eat meat cooked. In a way, you were gifting something to her. Due to the fact you weren’t the greatest at hunting. You wield pencils, not machetes.

Besides all that, Gawtin still cares for you. She lets you be at her side with her child. She lets you care for him like your own. Qui seems to love you just the same, ooman or Yautja.

Speaking of the devil…

Qui’s hands slapped against the wooden floor of the kitchen. The child marched his way through the area as if he owned it. A mission playing inside of his mind, that you believed was happening inside of there. You raised a brow down at him once he stopped at your feet. Qui babbled in Yautja as he peered at you, stubby mandibles twitching as he talked. Then, with a short arm, he reached out and grabbed at your leg.

Similar to a cat, his nails were deadly sharp. The muscles along your calf tensed but you didn’t jerk away as they sunk into the flesh. You bit at your lower lip, throating closing up to prevent any sounds. With his painful hold on you, Qui-oky stood up on unsteady legs.

Why out of everything else in the kitchen had he had to use you?! With a shake of your head, you bent over and scooped the wobbling child off of the ground. Qui squeaked at the sudden movement but chirped happily since he was face to face with you. You lightly tapped the tip of his inner mouth with a finger. “Hey, kiddo. Wanna help me cook something for your mama?” you teased him and held him to be resting on your hip. One of your arms had him propped up underneath his butt. A spot he was content to sit in.

He didn’t understand a word on what you were say and stared blankly. “Yeah, I know. I’m not yet there, Qui. I got a few more months before I’m willing to try out in public. Before then, I’m gonna stick with what I know best.” Before almost forgetting the meat on the firepit, you flipped it over and stirred a pot of brew. “Maybe in the process you’ll learn some English early. Don’t tell your mom though.”

“She wants me to learn more Yautja and I’m truly trying… I just don’t have the mouth for it. Ya know?” The poor child looked at you with questions rolling inside of his small head. You sighed with a shake of your head and refocused on the pots and pans in front of you. “You don’t. It’s okay. One day though. We’ll both further our learning about the other. For right now-“

The front door hissed as it opened. There, in the doorway, appeared Gawtin in all of her glory. Without missing a beat, you twisted your torso to look at her with a hand still holding a wooden spoon. “Oh, hey, love! Back so soon? I haven’t finished cooking yet,” you called out to her as she strode into the dwelling. Then, you turned back to the food in front of you.

From what your ears caught, she made her way over to you in the kitchen. Qui chirped at the sight of his mother and babbled at her. A hard, warm, thick body molded into your backside. A protective arm slid between you and the metal stove as you were pulled slightly back. Purring vibrated down your spine to each limb attached.

You smiled softly at the gesture. The spoon was carefully set down to the side. With your free hand, you patted at the limb around your waist. “Well, hello to you too.” Her purred thickened. Gawtin leaned down to snuggled her mandibles into the crook of your neck. Sweet and comforting.

Until you felt a familiar wet muscle slither out and lick at the skin there. You tensed up, eyes widening at the realization of what she was doing. The child on your arm felt heavier. “Gaw-Gawtin…” you spoke her name lowly, partly in warning of what she was starting. But she knew. She knew what she was doing. Let alone to you.

She let loose a deep snarl, the hold she had on you tightening and crushing you to her. “I am not necessarily hungry for food right now,” her voice low and grumbly. You were suddenly hit with an arousing need for her. This was about something you had discussed with her earlier in the week. You couldn’t believe she was doing that now. Right now. With Qui.

Though Gawtin couldn’t see you, a brow was raised silently at her. In your grasp, Qui-oky chirped and twisted his small body to face his mother. Said older Yautja returned the same noise and tugged him away from you. All the heat he easily produced was stolen away with him. He began to babble at her while using his arms to help him. You stayed though, unable to move with her there.

Gawtin kept her mandibles pressed into your soft, fragile flesh. They twitched, sharp ends dragging across your skin. “Run.” Then, the Yautja pulled away from you.

Just like the human you were, you stood frozen in your spot, unable to move. Gawtin released a thundering growl. Goosebumps ran down the lengths of your arms, towards your fingertips. You gasped before scuttling away from her. A glance was thrown back at her as you escaped through the front door.

The look of a predator was all you saw.

Sweltering heat bared down on your feeble body. Sweat rolled over your skin in thick rivers. Your shirt stuck to your body uncomfortably. Out of all the time you’ve resided on this planet, this had to be the hardest you’ve ever run before for this long. It was bad. To the point your lungs ached for a break. But this was different. You wanted to give Gawtin a small challenge in finding you.

It would be impossible to hide or run from her. It was inevitable she would find you in the end. All you could do was put as much distance between you and a predator breed for this exact thing. That made a cold trickle down your spine. In a good way. This was the best thing to happen to you in your life. You couldn’t want anything different or to change.

To add to the challenge, you took a note from things you’ve read and watched before. Add a little common sense in there, you used a creek to travel north, with the wind. All you could hope the direction of the wind wouldn’t change too drastically and give up your position. Who knows. This planet was beyond weird when it came to these things.

Despite being in a jungle designed to kill anything and everything edible, you didn’t feel in danger. Instead, in the back of your mind, you knew there was something watching you. Something that would always keep you safe. Even if that same thing was hunting you at this exact moment.

When your lungs refused to bare the unneeded stress, you slowed to a simple walk. The sweat that coated your skin was brushed with a breeze that helped cool yourself down. It almost felt like being splashed with creek water on a hot day. One of the best feelings out there.

This far out and without paying attention, it was completely up to Gawtin to return you to the safety of her dwelling. This wasn’t pathing you’ve taken before. To sum it up: you were lost.

With the trust that filled your very being, you knew this wasn’t a bad thing. You were safe and sound, even surrounded by creatures more than happy to swallow you whole.

As the sun was close to hiding behind the horizon the tall, thick jungle trees blocked out, you felt the need to stop. Not for water or even a bit from a nearby safe berry bush. No. Eyes. Familiar but not, watched you. Heavy and piercing. You cursed underneath your breath, gaze snapping all over the place. An attempt to find where she was. Where the predator was hunting you from the shadows of her home planet. This was her hunting grounds.

You swallowed the thick lump stuck in your throat, unable to find the creature hiding. Gawtin could be anywhere within the three hundred-sixty degrees around you. Anywhere. And by the time you find, it would be far too late. You bit at your bottom lip, thighs squeezing together.

The back of your hand swiped at the pooling sweat at your forehead. Then, you continued your pathing onward. Wherever these lands would take before someone else did.

“Gawtin?” you spoke up, voice quivering, not with fear. No, with anticipation of what’s to come.

The jungle around you was still, as if the trees and foliage themselves were holding your breath as well. Nothing dared to even tremble, let alone move a single inch. Your breath was caught in your throat as you stood as a statue.

Running or escape were no longer options. They’ve long been thrown out the moment you had past the threshold of her dwelling.

A small part of your brain told you speak, say something. Maybe distract her so you could have more time to think. “Gawtin? Come on, love. Let’s talk about this?” you tried to reason with the creature hunting you down. Off to your left, there was a short snort. One you knew far too well to think of anything else. Your head snapped in the origin’s direction. Yet, it was completely hopeless. Her scales kept her well-hidden.

Now, to your right, there was a deafening growl that caused goosebumps to expand across your skin. Your head whipped around so fast you believed you had received whiplash. That was the least of your worries currently. But, there was no sign of her. You cursed lowly underneath your breath.

Sounds of tsking sounded above the ground in front of you. You gasped and jumped back at the sudden different location. “Babe?” you questioned as if you didn’t already know. So stupid. If you were in a different situation, you would’ve smacked yourself in the face.

Those eyes never left you. They were glued to your form worse than the damn sap that these trees produce.

“Run.” You jumped once more at the voice now behind you. Without taking more second to fool around, your feet start to pound against the forest’s floor. Leaves and other foliage crunched underneath each step away from the creature hunting you.

Despite your lungs and legs burning at the second run of the afternoon, you push past and kept moving along. Trees loomed over you, as if crowding to see when she’ll capture you in those deadly claws of hers. Shit. This was more than getting your blood pumping. It had your whole body feeling alive with buzzing energy.

Heavy weight shoved into you yet mindful. An arm snagged around your waist as you went down with the sudden move. You choked on a scream, arms out to catch your fall. Your body was pushed into the ground, face down as the same weight bared down on you. Nothing could help you escape. That didn’t stop you squirming and wiggling worse than slimy worm.

One of your arms was able to reach out and claw uselessly at the ground. Nothing but dirt built underneath your nails, unable to gain anything of purchase.

Then, a massive paw grasped around your petite wrist and pinned it down as well. Everything around you went completely still. You shuddered, goosebumps rising once more. Thick, redden tipped tresses swung into view. They tickled the expanse of your back, making you gasp at the feeling before shivering again. “Fuck,” you bit out and stopped moving.

It was pointless now. The predator has caught her prey and wasn’t going to let it go now.

Warm, humid breath fanned over your exposed neck. Keratin on keratin clicked against each right behind your ear. A growl rumbled around your fragile skin. Claws bit into you, almost drawing trickles of blood. “Gawtin,” you whined and tried to shift mindlessly underneath her.

Her free hand found its way to your throat and tightened its hold. You gulped, throat bobbing. “Keep saying my name. It is not going to be of help.” Your only reaction was to groan out her name once more. There was nothing you could do to escape. She rumbled above you, adding a small fraction of her weight onto you again. You moaned, thighs clenching together. Just a reminder of how powerful she is with just her weight.

Gawtin then shifted her body to sit back on her haunches. With the grip around your neck, the predator easily pulled you to your feet. Despite the fact she had lost height, Gawtin was still taller than you. Not as towering but enough to make a cold sweat roll down your spine. She pulled you towards her, as close as possible.

With her long, pink tongue, she licked up the side of your face and bellowed lowly. Her purple eyes seemed to sharpen, narrowing down on your form before expanding. The predator then picked you up using the hand around your throat. You squirmed, clawing at her fingers at hint of fears entered your veins. She sat down on ground and brought you with her.

You were maneuvered to sit in her lap, back to her chest. Your legs were thrown on either side of her own, forcing you to spread wide to accommodate her size. The only thing protecting you from Gawtin’s thick fingers from plunging into you was the shorts you wore.

Yet, with the predator behind you, that or anything wouldn’t stop her. Her massive paw grasped the fabric and pulled hard. The cloth was simply torn from your body and thrown off to the side. You gasped and wiggled in her lap. Which had her tightening her hand around your throat. Instinctively, you stilled, eyes rolling into the back of your head.

A part of you wanted her to run a digit between your folds, to feel how wet you were. The other side of you was completely embarrassed on how much slick has pooled from you already. How wet you were from being hunted by your lover. You keened and jutted your hips up for some kind of attention.

Pain spring from in the inside of your thigh. A husky growl sounded from the beast behind you. Immediately, you cried out, head flung back to rest on her chest – too short to touch her shoulder. Shit. It hurt. It hurt so good. You shivered, unable to stop yourself, and began to lightly pant. “Gawtin, please. I need you so much, love,” you begged, hands coming to rest on her thighs. The thick muscles underneath the skin rippled at the touch.

“So sweet with your begging. But it is not going to get you anywhere, love,” she mocks you, voice low and barely audible with how grumbly it was. You keened with a pitiful huff, yet you kept still. Moving has only rewarded you with a stinging slap. A lesson well learned.

Gawtin took note of this and purred for you with content. The hand on your thighs slid up your feeble flesh to cup your soaking cunt. This was what you’ve been begging for. Any sort of touch to have you coming in her lap. But this Yautja was smart. The touch was light, fingers nowhere near entering you. Yet, Gawtin’s claws barely biting into your skin, only causing dents. Her palm had a gentle feeling. It wasn’t enough. Not even close.

But, you couldn’t hold it in. You squirmed in her lap again, jerking your hips to rub against her hand. It offered a little relief. Before she moved her palm completely away to grasp at a spread thigh of yours. Those nails of hers that weren’t trimmed bit harshly into the flesh, leaving marks that would later be cared for.

You hissed at the pain. Nothing of words escaped your lips though. This was part of the show. “Be good little ooman for me, love.” And you wanted to. You really, desperately wanted to. But, it’s her. She makes you want to act out, want to be a rebel, a brat.

With a drop of courage, you stilled. “No,” you stated then used a hand to dip between your legs. Before you had even a chance to touch yourself, a massive paw snatched you.

“What do you think you’re doing?” she snarled and moved so her face next to your ear. All her noises could be heard, loud in clear. The hand in her grasp was forced behind your back, between the two of you. Her hold on your neck tightened and stayed that way. Less blood was making its way to your mind, forcing you to feel dizzy and lightheaded. That heightened everything going on with your body now.

“Such a naughty ooman. So dirty.” Diligent finger crept up the inside of your thigh, but you didn’t move. “Letting a Yautja purposefully hunt you down, to use you at their whim.” Now, the edges of your vision were starting to darken, body beginning to go lax. Gawtin read this swiftly and loosened her hold. More blood was allowed to go through your arteries to reach your brain.

A clawed digit ran through soak folds and skimmed over an electricized nub. Without meaning to, you gasped and arched your back away from her chest. Your hands didn’t know what to do. They hovered at your sides, shaking. Not a clear thought between your eyes even as the feeling ebbed away, leaving you desperate for more.

That hand moved past your sight and to the mouth of Gawtin. All you could hear was the slippery, long tongue of hers lick up the juices she scooped up to taste. You shivered. Then, her fingers were back to the apex of your thighs.

One semi-intelligent thought came to mind for yourself. You forced your body to stay, to be good for her as Gawtin did the same thing again. You whimper harshly, eyes squeezed shut as you bit at your lip. Curses were swirling inside of your foggy mind. All you could think of doing was rutting into her hand like a dog in heat, wanting nothing else but her. Just her.

“Learning, are we?” Gawtin teased, voice causing vibrations to up your ear drum. You whined but kept still, somehow, someway. “Yeah, you are.”

One digit pushed past your folds, slowly slipping its way in all the way to the knuckle. Your eyes rolled back, head thrown back to rest on Gawtin’s shoulders. Your walls locked down on her thick finger. That didn’t compared to when she curled it. It dragged and pressed against your g-spot as she scooped your essence out of you again. All to taste you again.

“Gawtin, please… I-mmm, I need… you, badly,” you whimpered. The muscles that lined your thighs were tensed but you didn’t move besides that. You bite at your bottom lip harshly to stop any noises.

In your ear, Gawtin grumbled a laugh that shook you to your core. “What was that? Hm? I couldn’t hear you,” she taunted you. Her hand came back down to your cunt and shove her finger back in. The teasing, it was wearing you down to the bone. Your mind becoming mush under her administrations. Gawtin’s hand squeezed again at your neck. Instantly, you were a puddle in her lap. “Good, so good for me.”

Dazed, you nodded your head. Her upper hold stroked the length of your neck before returning the firm grasp again. Gawtin chittered something in her language, not that you caught it, brain turning to goo.

This time, two fingers plunged into the depths of your core. You cried out into the jungle around, like wounded prey. Gawtin squeezed harder, as if threatening, showing you how dangerous she is. One snap of her wrist, and she could have you dead. Your walls flutter around her two digits inside of you.

Now, Gawtin began a pace that slow, methodical strokes that had butterflies roaring in your stomach. They raced up each vein in your body to the tips of your fingers. This is what you wanted, the bare minimal and it stroked that fire deep in the pit of your belly. It made you desperate, blabbering for more. Anything Gawtin, your Yautja was willing to offer.

Talons that have killed hundreds, created divits on the back of your neck. Her hand easily smothered your throat without any trouble. Your core clench, releasing more of your essence onto deadly, skilled fingers. They played with you like a musician born to perform. Your knees threatened to pull up to your chest, feeling hair of embarrassment.

Something in the back of your head whisper dark thoughts. Any of her species could possibly hear you right now, hear how dirty you were being for Gawtin.

Next thing you knew, there was a stinging smack to the inside of your thighs. You yelped, muscles tensed before the hold on your throat squeezed as a reminder. A reminder to stay still and be good. You did your best, body starting trembling worse now. Yet, you couldn’t pinpoint the reason on why.

The hand below returned by cupping your sex then Gawtin grinded the heel of her palm straight into the hoof of your sex. The whine that sounded afterwards was incredibly shameful. But, she didn’t let you have single moment to drown in any thoughts.

Fangs that have the power to simply tear out your throat touched the juncture where your neck meets your shoulder. The sharpened ends skirted up then down before softly latching onto your shoulder. This is where you shuttered harshly.

All the sensations she sent through your body simultaneously had you dizzy and disoriented. Gawtin knew. She always knew. Ever since it was made official you were hers, she’s learned your body from the insid-oh! A thick, callused finger prodded at your empty core. From the inside out.

The tip of her claw was dulled yet careful on pushing to the first knuckle. “My little prey, forced to take what I give. No room for arguing or escaping. You are mine, little artist. All mine to consume and taste and hear all those wonderful noises you make,” she whispered after letting your shoulder go to speak. Her long, forked tongue danced up the shell of your ear.

Gawtin pushed further into your body and refreshing her mind of your cunt. The way it fluttered like Ezail – winged creature – around her finger was delicious. Your juices leaked out like a river onto the soil of her home planet, in the jungle, taking you like prey. Gawtin relished in the blazing heat that sucked her digit further in until her knuckles prevent her from going any deeper.

It was pulled completely from you. Even with your head slightly tilted back to make room for the size of her hand, you watched at her hand came up. Her middle finger soak, glistening with slick. The Yautja leaned forward, just far enough so you could see out of the corner of your eye. Like the way she knew you would be. Then, with that ridiculously long tongue, it started from the base and licked up to the very tip of her claws. You felt how that affected you then felt the way she shuttered.

“I can never get enough of you. You taste so… unique, new, and down right addicting. I will never get tired of your alien taste. I will take you in all ways possible. You will no be able to think after I’m done with you.” As the predator spoke, Gawtin voice hardened, thickened with a promise of what’s to come. This was a promise she’ll keep and won’t let you forget for a single second.

Your throat vibrated with a mixture of a whine and groan that stemmed from somewhere deep. “Gawtin.” It was a beg, though you wished to as demanding as she could be.

A hiss sounded from Gawtin’s vocal cords. Once more, she squeezed at your neck and limited the blood from reaching your brain. It heightened the feeling when Gawtin touched your cunt again. That same middle finger skimmed through your folds and gather what leaked out. Instead of bringing it to her mouth, she pressed it against yours.

Without hesitance and with obedience, you parted your lips, awaiting. Gawtin entered and let her digit rest mindfully on your tongue. Soft, plush, moist lips sealed around it and sucked it further in. Tangy, slightly bitter, yet it had an powerful sweet taste. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head. Holy shit.

This time, you didn’t mean to but you squirmed impatiently in her lap. Truly, you were learning but it was hard, a difficult task of staying still as she teased you like this. Apologetic words stumbled out of your lips without trouble. You didn’t know if they were understandable but you tried.

“Shh, shh. It is alright, little one.” Rough hands petted at your sides, one rubbing something wet onto your skin. “Just tell me what you want. I will grant it.”

One of your shaky hands reached for her wrist, she met you half way. Despite being a terrifying hunter that’s trained for hundred of years, Gawtin let you easily guide her hand back to your core. Her hand slipped from underneath yours to rest on top of it. Then, she pushed yours to cup your own sex.

Soaked and swollen. “Feel that?” A gentle tense of her arm forced you to full embrace what’s she’s done to you. You couldn’t help the hoarse cry and the buck of you hips. With her there, holding your hand firmly, you unintentionally grinded against your palm. Curses words drooled from your slickened lips. “Good girl.”

This was torture. Completely so. There was no way around it.

Gawtin let you pulled your limb away, though it just fell limply at your side. You gritted your teeth then hissed through them, a light pant starting. “I need you. I need you. Gawtin!” you shouted at the end, voice echoing throughout the jungle that surrounded the two of you.

Immediately, her palm was cupping your cunt once more. The two claws that weren’t dulled parted your folds for the ones that were. They were soft, gently on pushing into you, ensuring there was no discomfort once-oh-ever.

This alien was big, massive compared to your meek form next to an apex predator. A finger itself was thick, but now with two filling you… they stretched you walls, carefully till her knuckles kissed your folds again.

All of the tense muscles that were coiled tight unfurled. You sunk into the body that made up Gawtin, skin molding to hers.

If only you thought was it. Thick digits curled slightly and pressed up as they retracted. You harshly gasped, back arching away from Gawtin. Your nails clawed down her muscular thighs, leaving nothing in their wake. Her name was somewhere falling from your lips in the meantime. Gawtin plunged back into your body, the obscene noise it created would’ve had you blushing hard. If only you were in the right mind.

“Mmm, I love it when you say my name like that,” she purred straight into your ear. Then, that glorious tongue of hers tasted the flesh along your neck.

Naked as the day you were born, everything was exposed. Gawtin was more than happy to take advantage of that. The hand not filling you currently captured a beaded nipple between two finger. Instantly, that sent a fresh wave of buzzing energy to your ignored clit. Though, the way she stroked expertly at your g-spot had you feeling close to the edge. A razor sharp edge. One that will completely swallow you whole and leave you nothing to lay on.

Both arms were digging into the flesh that made up her upper thighs and hips. Those were you lifeline, what you needed to survive. It was all you could do in the moment to keep from going insane.

All because of Gawtin. All because of your Yautja, your mate.

“Those sounds… you only make them for me. All for me. For no one else, right?” You didn’t have the thought process to speak. All you could do was dumbly nod your head. You heard the way she purred with delight and twisted your nipple. You cried out with your chest rapidly moving up and down. God, you were desperate for to do more. To stop tormenting you with these subtle light touches.

In your ear, she hissed at all the little sounds. All of them were swallowed up by her ears, letting no one else have them besides herself.

There was nothing computing in your brain, not a thought worth wild. You chewed on your lip to try and contain any noises possible.

Her heel laid on top of your clit. That former attempt was forgotten and abandoned swiftly without notice. As Gawtin’s fingers fucked into your body, she was talented enough to softly grind her palm against you. You gasped out in shock, toes curling in reaction.

One of your hands reached behind and mindlessly grasped at a thick, dark dread. It filled your hand as you tugged on it, thumb rubbing over the rubbery texture.

By God. A dark, thundering snarl cascaded from Gawtin’s throat. Beautiful in its own dangerous way. Not that you had anything to worry about. The heel completely flattened against your clit and sent an overwhelming wave of pleasure throughout your veins. Her thick fingers plunged deep into your body to start a vigorous pace.

That sent you off. Your back arched off of her lower torso. All the muscles in your legs coil, toes curling. Your hands white knuckled the skin that made up her hips. A heavy gush of fresh essence dripped out of like fine wine. Gawtin didn’t care.

All that was on her mind was the way you looked, striking and beautiful. You clung to her as you reached the peak, feeble nail desperate to create marks. Your walls clamped down at first, as if it suck her fingers somehow deeper into you needy body. Then, they start flutter. Hard. Gawtin didn’t relent and focused solely on that bundle of nerves hidden away in your core.

That kept your frame feeling suspended in space, floating in the ecstasy she drove you to. Every muscle taunt, as if ready to snap.

Nothing could truly escape your vocal cords. Besides the croak you first made before it became overwhelming, throat closing up. Gawtin bathed in the fact she left you speechless, a furled and soaked mess in her lap. And the smell. Pauk, you smelled like the sweetest fruit imaginable. And once you relaxed, she will force you onto your shoulders and eat you out. She will force you to give her that sweet nectar you produced for her.

Gawtin kept her fingers going. One hand tweak at your nipple. Other, filling your cunt like that way it should be as you came around them. There was no stopping this well oiled machine from giving you pleasure.

That’s when the Yautja released something that had a smirk growing on her mandibles. As your body slow drift back to rest against her but you squirmed from the overstimulation growing from the pits of your stomach. A desperate cry sound from your throat, crackling. You weakly tried to pull away either limb from a part of yourself to let up on the onslaught…

But Gawtin didn’t budge an inch. Your legs begin to shake, trembling. With what little power you hold, you fought against her. This alien wasn’t moving a single centimeter. And that’s when you felt it. It had to be impossible. This hasn’t happened before, not that you can think of. You whimper with a pathetic whine and shook.

You came again. Powerful. Overwhelming. Mind numbing. This time, your vocal cords worked. “Gawtin!” White noise filled your ears. You couldn’t make sense of what was happening; what was up from down, left from right. All you knew, could remember was Gawtin’s name. You sung it like with a broken cry that tore at your throat.

Hours. It had to be hours that passed by before you floated back into your body. To feel a hardened, hot body molded to your back. Sweat clung to your skin like a sheet. Even though, it should’ve felt incredibly uncomfortable, you could care less about the feeling. What you focused on was the rubbing of hands, petting at your sides.

Your lungs were panting for air, trying to fill themselves up as much as possible. You lolled your head back against a meaty shoulder with a throat groan. The entity you rest against vibrated with a laugh.

Heat swaddled your throat. A thumb stroked along your pulse point, soft. You couldn’t help but moan again. “There is my little artist,” her voice smooth like butter on a hot plate. It soothed you, made you become pliable. Well, more than last time. “You did so good go for me. So well.” The praise was immediately sent to your blazing clit. You wiggled in her lap again, mindlessly. Fuck, that felt good.

The grasp on your throat pinched your jaw then turned your head towards Gawtin. A groan lazy escaped from you. “How do you feel?” She had her pinkie continuously running over your pulse point.

A aloof smile graced your lips. “More,” you whined. Immediately, Gawtin’s eyes narrowed straight onto yours. Her body hardened against yours, hand tightening around your neck. Her face bent down for a moment to bury into the crook of your neck.

“You are playing a dangerous game.” A forked tongue licked up the side of your neck before Gawtin had to sit up, the strain too much for her. You gave her a lopsided grin.

And her fingers returned to your oversensitive clit. “And I will join in this game.”

#yautja #predator #yautja x reader #yautja x you #alien vs predator #predator x reader #yautja x human #predator x you #predator x human #x reader #gawtin #gawtin loves her human #love gawtin #primal play #smut #female yautja #yautja smut

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readercognito · 9 months ago

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A Wicked Spell

Palladium x Reader

I was rather shocked to see two students fly into my infirmary, not walk. Fly. If students were using their Winx on campus, that meant only one thing. Someone was hurt, badly.

Staying calm, I quickly gather my portable medic kit. Holding up a hand to quiet their nervous rambling.

"We don't have time for explanations, just take me to them." I said, urgently.

If someone is seriously hurt I don't have the time to translate flustered teenager babble. They mean well of course, but first year students don't do very well under pressure.

I followed the girls to the courtyard where my blood ran cold upon seeing who the poor soul was.

Professor Athos Palladium. He looked pale, and was moaning quietly. With a worried Faragonda kneeling beside him.

I rushed over to his side, using one of my physical diagnosis spells. Nothing, no poison, or any lesions of the body, no deep brushing either. That wasn't good, that meant there was a problem with his magic. Which for an elf, whose magic runs through their own veins just as their blood could be deadly. "This isn't good," I mutter.

Faragonda and I looked to the two students who were still hovering nearby.

"Alright girls, help Ms. (L/n) get Professor Palladium to the infirmary! Time is of the essence!" Faragonda commanded.

The girls and I quickly picked Palladium up and carried him to the infirmary. The girls helped me get him on to one of the sterile white beds. A loud groan escapes him as I settle him in. Dismissing the girls back to their classes. Using my strongest magic diagnosis spell I discovered there was a large corruption on his left shoulder. While it hasn't gone too deep yet, if it goes beneath the skin and gets into his bloodstream it could reach his heart and could do one of two things. It would destroy him from the inside out, or he would be transformed into something monstrous.

Acting quickly I take off his shirt, pausing for only a second to whisper an apology that he certainly wouldn't hear.

There was a blackish-purple, spidery, mark on his left shoulder. It was spreading visibly down his torso and up his neck. This just went from bad to worse, I'm going to need a cleansing ritual, a strong one. I won't be able to do it myself.

"Oh Palladium, what did they do to you?" I whispered, stroking his cheek wistfully.

After a call to Faragonda, who gathered a few of the other professors and Flora. Even though she was a student she was always a fantastic healer, and her natural affinity for nature based magic would help in this specific case. The ritual was long, and hard. The corruption fought tooth and nail, but we were finally able to confine it and eliminate it from his system.

Unfortunately, due to how far the corruption got in the first place Palladium was too weak to be moved. He would have to rest in the infirmary until his magic regenerates. The professors retired to their beds, naturally the process of cleansing dark magic is exhausting, I was tired myself.

"Is there anything else I can do Ms. (L/n)?" Flora asked, in her sweet gentle way.

"Oh no Flora, you've done more than enough! Go get some rest, I can handle everything from here sweetie." I said.

Flora floated back to her dorm, I simply smiled and shook my head.

“I swear that girl is from a whole other plane of existence…” I laughed quietly to myself.

I looked down at Palladium, he hadn’t really moved since we finished the cleansing. But the mark on his shoulder was gone, only a faint paleness was still there. He would be in a magically induced healing coma for the next three days, and probably have to remain in the infirmary for at least one week.

My face grew warm at the thought of spending that much time alone with the handsome professor. Shaking that thought out of my head quickly I moved to set up the required monitors. Settling in for a long night of caretaking.

It was only two in the morning when I was woken up by Palladium groaning. I scrambled to check the monitors, but everything was stable. Palladium seemed just as still as before. Until he shifted letting out another groan and what sounded like a whisper, but it wasn't intelligible. So I leaned closer, trying to make out if he was having a nightmare or not. Palladium spoke again after a moment with a furrowed brow.

"Ugh- (Y/n) I- no, no…" He murmured to himself.

So it was a nightmare… And it had something to do with me. I leaned back again, and without thinking much about it. I started to stroke his cheek, tenderly. His brow softened and his frown settled into a gentle smile. A smile I had grown to adore from afar. Then he spoke again this time a little louder and more distinct.

"I think I love you (Y/n)…"

I halted in my movements, my very thoughts stuttered.

"What?" I ended up whispering to myself. So in a state of shock I was completely numb to Palladium turning to his other side with a contented sigh.

I shook it off sure I was only dreaming, or at least that his whispered confession meant nothing. So I resumed my night watch.

It had been a week since then. Palladium is wide awake and is finally able to feed himself without aid. He also has grown more talkative, making small talk with me during check ups and food deliveries. Though one morning during his breakfast he asked me something I hoped he wouldn't.

"(Y/n)?" He said.

I turned to him from the monitor I was checking over.

"Yes, Athos?" I replied. We had long since been on a first name basis. He had requested my first name and to use his fairly recently after he woke up.

"Did I say anything while I was asleep?" He asked, fingering the bed sheet nervously.

I froze for a moment thinking back to that first night…

"A-ah, umm… well. You said that- you said you loved me at one point." I said trying to sound casual, and failing miserably.

Athos went red, stuttering out a simple "o-oh, well… Oh d-dear."

I scrambled to retrieve the ease that had fled the room.

"Well I'm sure it didn't mean anything. You were deep in a medical coma and fresh off of a dark magic infection! I wasn't bothered by it." I said, lying through my teeth.

Athos didn't brush it off and resume our jovial atmosphere like I thought he would. Instead he looked me directly in the eye. While still a little flushed, he looked more serious than I had seen him in quite some time.

"But what if it was- it is true?" He said

"What?" I asked, my voice barely audible.

"I do love you (Y/n), I'm not quite sure when it happened. But I have been in love with you for quite some time…" He said, looking me directly in the eye.

His sudden confidence seemed to waiver then, and he turned down the bed. Staring intently at the light blue sheets, though if his ears were anything to go by he was hiding a furious blush. One which I’m sure I was mirroring to some extent, judging by the heat of my own cheeks. Then I decided to do something, something I wasn’t very sure of.

I sat down on the chair by his bed, gently taking his burning face in my hands. Turning him towards me I leaned forward and kissed him.

I felt him stiffen with a bit of shock and a mix of nervousness, then I got a soft but stalwart response.

It was wonderful, honestly I think it was the best kiss of my entire life. His lips were soft, and gentle, sparking a rush of adoration down my spine. I could feel myself smile into the kiss, his hand moved to my cheek. The tender brush sending fireworks across my skin, both taste and smell wrapped around me. Orange with a hint of mint, when we broke apart it was like he had taken a piece with him. So I chased him to get it back, but to my surprise he got to me first. It was fireworks, and gentle caresses all over again. Then we broke away for the final time, panting a bit to get our lungs filled again. I couldn’t help but laugh, I was so incandescently happy.

“So if you didn’t catch my meaning, I love you too Athos..” I giggled with a sigh.

He let out a mirthful chuckle of his own. Then his eyes with a deep affection, and softness touched his forehead to mine and said.

“I’m sure now, more than ever…”

#Professor Palladium #Palladium x Reader #reader insert #x reader #female reader

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stayandot8 · 10 months ago

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Heart and Seoul

Genre: tooth-aching fluff

Relationship type: married nonidol!Chan x fem reader

Important Contents: thank you the request friend :) I immediately got an idea when you sent this to me and I'm sorry it took so long to write. I hope you like it.

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WC: 1.8k

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Hubby: Guess what I got???

A picture arrived a second later of three plane tickets, all with the same destination: Seoul, South Korea. A flash of shock hit me and my fingers worked faster than my brain could process.

“Isn’t it awesome?! My parents helped pay for them so don’t worry, I didn’t spend too much money. Well, not yet anyways. I’m going to buy a snow suit for Celeste because she’s never seen snow before and she’ll want to play in it because if she’s anything like me but that’s beside the point!” Chris was so excited and when he was excited, he rambled about everything and anything. A change that occurred after he became a dad, but a welcome one at that. Getting him to share his feelings wasn’t too too hard when I came along, but ever since his daughter was born, he was a babbling mess. A good change, really. After five years, he’d really mellowed out with her safety. She had too many clothes to begin with with the overexcitement of her arrival from her uncles, but now she was down to only a few new outfits a week, and now he at least acted like he was thinking about it when he changed his mind from a ‘no’ to a ‘yes’. He couldn’t deny his little girl anything.

“Chris, she has snow clothes. Her grandmother bought some for her the last time we went to Korea in the winter just in case it snowed, which she’s still upset about.”

“I know, the weather app is stupid, they never know anything.”

“Chris! She has enough clothes! We’re going to have to give her our master closet if you keep buying her more things!” He was quiet to this, like he was actually thinking about the logistics of it. “Babe, she’s not getting our closet.”

“I know!”

“You were thinking about it though.”

“...Maybe. Then I was thinking about everything else I could buy her with all that room.”

“Chris…” I said warningly.

“I’m done, I’m done. She’s not getting our closet.”

“Good.”

“But she is getting a snow suit. Okay, love you, bye!” I clutched my phone as he hung up, shaking my head and wondering where in the world he was going to put one more thing she didn’t need. It wasn’t like he was buying nonsense, it was just that he couldn’t tell her no if she really wanted something. He was a good dad like that.

Me: Christmas with the uncles sounds good :)

Hubby: Start packing. We leave in three days :)

Me: Won’t mom be upset we won’t be in Sydney for the holiday?

Hubby: My mom will be fine, she’s used to holidays without me.

Me: Don’t remind me

Hubby: It’s yours we have to worry about.

It was true, I was worried that my mother would be upset about a holiday without her grandchild. She loved them more than anything, cherished her truly. The more I thought about it, the worse I felt about it.

Hubby: We’ll tell her together. We’re adults now, we can choose to spend the holidays wherever we like.

Always reading my mind, my husband.

The front door opened and shut, letting in the Sydney breeze along with it and a head of dark hair waltzed right in. Heading straight for the fridge, she reached for a small bag of apple slices just out of her reach.

“Mommy!”

“Yes, baby, do you need some help?” I was already off my stool at the kitchen island and heading towards her.

“Yes please!” She turned her shining eyes towards me, just as warm and comforting as her father’s. Her smile pushed her round cheeks upwards toward her eyes, just like his. Chan said she had my nose and he was more thankful for that than anything. He hated his nose.

She was still reaching for the bag, knocking a bottle of water to the floor. “Whoops! I’ll get it Mommy.”

“Oh thank you Cece, that was very helpful of you.” She loved hearing these things, loved hearing how she helped someone. Anyone. More of her father’s features shining through, she just loved to help in any way she could. I opened the bag and handed it to her. “There you go, baby .Do you want to watch some TV before your grandmas and grandpas come over for dinner?”

Once in a while, all the grandparents came over for dinner to spend time with the three of us. They wanted to see their Cece before all the holiday craziness came and they had to get busy with everything else that came with the holidays.

With the house smelling like grilled meat and rice, the doorbell rang like chimes in the wind, a touch from Chris when we bought the house. Cece ran to the door, yelling “I got it, I got it!” She opened the door to both sets of grandparents flinging their arms wide open at the sight of her at the door, her red sparkly dress swinging as she lept for them. They hugged her, bags swinging from their arms as all four of them came around her.

I was luckier than most with my in-laws. They had welcomed me with the most open of arms into their family and made me feel like a part of the family, like they had always been there just waiting for me. My parents got along with them, his mother bonding with mine over their love of plants and house decor. Our fathers got along with sports, the only issue ever being who was paying for the wedding (they both wanted to pay for it). They loved me and I loved them. I knew this situation wasn’t common, so I cherished it whenever they all came together.

“Cece, are you going to let them come in?” I laughed while they hugged her, knowing they wouldn't let go until she did.

“Oh, it’s fine, she’s fine.” Chris’s mom said while the others were putting their belongings in the hall closet. She picked up her favorite grandchild and held her until she arrived in the living room with all her toys neatly stacked. Celeste had a habit that she picked up from her father of finding joy in organization. It had to come from him because it definitely did not come from me.

As the other grandparents gathered around Cece on the floor, my dad followed me out the back door to find Chris hard at work grilling. They hugged and we watched Chris grill.

“How’s the producing business, Chris?” Neither took their eyes off the meat.

“It’s good! Keeps me busy, but I get to meet celebrities so it has it’s perks. And the company is still good with letting me off for time with Cece. So I can’t complain.”

“That’s because you still work on your days off. I still haven’t been able to stop him.”

I sighed and gave Chan’s back a reproachful look. My dad chuckled.

“Honey, you haven’t been able to stop him from working since you started dating. Remember Valentine’s Day a couple years ago?”

“Hey!” Chan finally turned around, mouth open in mock shock. “You said you were okay! You know how hard it was to get Tiger JK to actually sit down and work with me.”

“I do! And I’m still proud you managed to get it done in time.” I smiled and took his free hand that wasn’t holding a giant pair of tongs. “That doesn’t mean I can’t be a little salty that you had to miss our second Valentines together.” His eyes squinted.

“And have I made it up to you every year since?” He cocked his eyebrow.

“I need a beer! Anybody else?” My dad quickly jumped up to head back inside for said refreshment. I shot Chan a smirk.

“Was that necessary?”

“Hey, he could’ve done the math. Cece was born in November.” I rolled my eyes. His tone suddenly got serious. “Do you want to tell them now or after we eat?”

“After. Let them enjoy their time with her now.”

“You what?!”

The plates were cleared, Cece was passed out on the couch watching her favorite show, and the news had just come out. My mother, ever the drama queen, was fanning herself from the news. My father was helping her, if only to save himself the pain of a scolding from her later.

“Well, they’re adults now, honey. They can do what they like.”

“But they’re taking her for the holidays too, Richard. Did you think about that?”

“Yes I did. They’ll be fine, they’ll be back afterwards.”

“And besides,” Chan’s mom interjected. “You can spend it with us! We can get wine-drunk and celebrate Christmas ourselves without the kids.”

Chris grabbed my hand and intertwined our fingers. My mother just watched us smile at each other.

“We miss Korea, mom. And Christmas is such a wonderful time of year, I just think this year we want to spend it differently. We’ll pick you up some of your favorite face cream while we’re there, too.”

“So the trip won’t be a total waste for you!” Chris tried to placate her, but her face remained unchanged. “Alright Mom, what about this: when we get back, you guys can have Celeste for a whole weekend, just her and you.” She perked up at that.

“Friday to Monday?”

“You can even bring her back Monday night.” Chris, ever the diplomat. A rush of pride went through me. My mom thought about it for a moment.

“Deal.”

Chris’s dad piped in.

“What about us?!”

Celeste did really well for her first plane ride. We arrived at the Incheon Airport around noon, but we didn’t know what awaited us outside until we stepped outside to our car waiting to take us to our hotel. Driven by Hyunjin with a passenger seat occupied by Felix, they waved us over before climbing out of the car to fling their arms open for Celeste, who stopped halfway to them, noticing the white fluff all around.

“Daddy, what’s that?” she asked, her voice dripping in wonder. Her eyes shining with pure curiosity, she ignored her uncle’s waiting arms to hold her arms out to catch the falling flakes. They disappeared as quickly as they had landed in her hand, but that didn’t stop her from trying to catch all of the snowflakes in her immediate vicinity. She jumped and reached, trying to reach the clouds they were falling from. This insanely cute action was met with laughter from all angles, and before she knew it, she was hoisted into the air by her uncle to get a closer look.

Chris and I stood by and let them catch up and enjoy the cold.

“She’s so cute. She takes after you, you know.” I placed a hand on my stomach.

“I dunno. Maybe this one will be just as cute.”

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in-need-of-gally-content · 9 months ago

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|Chapter•Thirty•One|

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Gally stayed with (M/n) all night, almost unable to sleep as every noise he would make caused the blond to wake up.

He would sit next to him and dry the sweat off (M/n)'s face and neck while talking to him, noticing it helped him calm down, Gally's voice working as a way to ground him back to reality, away from the night terrors his mind showed to him.

Gally would sit back on the chair next to the bed rather than the couch, it was too far away from it in his opinion, and he wanted to be right next to him whenever (M/n) needed him.

He hated falling asleep that night. He would sleep for ten or twenty minutes, and (M/n) would move or groan, make any kind of noise and he would wake up, hopeful of seeing his (e/c) eyes finally open, knowing he'd get better soon, but no.

(M/n) was there, still unconscious. And Gally had never felt a pain so strong as the one he felt whenever he realized his best friend, the guy he loved... was still trapped inside his own mind, and all he could do was watch as he trashed around on the bed, babbling things he couldn't fully understand.

He felt so helpless and useless. If he had stayed with (M/n)... Had he been there by his side, to prevent him from going into the Maze... Things would be different.

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When morning arrived, Gally woke up when his hand lost hold of his head, suddenly getting him awake and alert. Nothing had changed, everything was exactly the same as it had been the past hour.

His eyes were dry and a headache was finding its way inside his skull, he felt more irritable than ever, so he hoped no one would come to bother him.

"Gally?" He glanced over his shoulder with a frown, and saw Chuck standing by the med room door, playing with his fingers.

"Need something, Chuck?" His curls shook when he moved his head from side to side.

"Do you... Want anything for breakfast?" Gally was almost sure Fry had asked Chuck to make sure he hadn't been pushing himself to take care of (M/n), Fry knew Gally wouldn't lash out at the greenie, he knew the blond fairly well.

"Uh... Maybe some bread? And water," Chuck nodded and left, heading to the kitchen. Gally heard muffled voices, seeing as the kitchen was next to the med room, and he looked over at (M/n), standing up from his chair, and gently stroking his (h/c) hair, reaching for the towel on the headboard to dry the sweat off his skin, "I'm here, bean... Everything is alright."

He heard footsteps behind him, and saw Chuck setting the bowl with some bread, a small recipient with jam, a teaspoon and a water bottle.

"Thanks, Chuck," the greenie nodded with a small smile and found a comfortable spot on the couch, an empty bowl in his hand to gather all the wood chips and dust as he continued with his wood carving.

He wanted to get them done before (M/n) woke up, to give it to him as a gift, similar to what Gally made, but he was far behind in skills, so the process was slow and steady to make sure he wouldn't mess up.

Gally looked at Chuck from his spot on the bed, and felt a small smile pulling his lips up, "Need help finishing that, buddy?" He looked up from his wooden half-moon, and shook his head, watching how a subtle frown appeared on Gally's brow.

"It's okay, I can do this by myself, and... You have to take care of (M/n), I don't wanna bother you, Gally." He felt touched by Chuck's words, despite being just a kid, he sounded so much more mature than the majority of the guys around.

"Well... But you can tell me if you need help with anything, alright?" Chuck nodded, and his curls bounced around again.

They stayed silent for about an hour or two, Gally ate some pieces of bread with jam and they just enjoyed each other's quiet company until Chuck was called to do the dishes with the other Sloppers, of course, they were working under Alby's supervision, make sure they wouldn't do anything they weren't supposed to.

Hours appeared to fly by for everyone else but Gally, to him, it felt like a minute lasted ten, and ten minutes lasted an hour, and he decided to stop caring about what time it was because he was sure to drive himself mad if he did.

He only became somewhat aware of the time when Newt stopped by with lunch for him. He placed it on the coffee table next to the bowl with a single piece of bread and the jam gone, Newt took the remains of what Gally had for breakfast and silently left the med room without uttering a single word.

Gally looked over and realized the bowl was full of cut fruit, his and (M/n)'s favourite fruit. He reached to grab a piece between his fingers and ate it.

He almost found the sweet fruit too bitter, eating it without (M/n). He turned his back to (M/n) for a few minutes, and tried to eat a couple more pieces, but he wasn't hungry.

Behind him, (M/n)'s body squirmed on the bed, his mind flashing more and more images that kept confusing him, until they stopped and he was finally able to understand what was happening around him.

He was living his first ever memory, the only memory he kept from before the Glade, lying on that gurney as he was taken somewhere- taken to the Box, he was surrounded by blurry faces again, but this time, when he blinked and opened his eyes more, two faces were in his field of vision, the image fading too quickly to be able to tell anything about them other than one was a girl and the other was a guy.

"See you soon..."

And his eyes opened, feeling slightly startled. His breathing was rapid, but he couldn't pay attention to that because all he could feel was pain. He felt pain everywhere on his body. His head was throbbing, his shoulder was pulsing, his muscles were contracting around his ribs, and there was a burning feeling shooting up his leg.

It was too much at once, and he felt overloaded. (M/n) blinked slowly, squinting to try and ease the headache he had, and looked around the room, barely being able to move around on the bed.

He rested his weight on his good arm, and struggled to push himself up, it was hard but he managed to maintain himself up for a few seconds, enough to realize where he was and whom he was with.

"Ga... lly..."

(M/n) saw how Gally's body tensed up, and he turned around, immediately getting up from his chair and rushing to hug him the instant he saw (M/n) was awake.

Gally cried freely, trying to not hurt (M/n) more, but he felt so much relief within him, that he almost couldn't, "I was... So s-scared to lose you, b-bean... I couldn't- I can't-," he struggled to say between sobs, babbling a few words (M/n) managed to understand. Like 'never' and 'without you'.

(M/n) wrapped his arms around Gally too, thanking that the blond was holding him up, and he clung onto him with his good arm. He was so sure he would never see Gally ever again, certain he was gonna die in the Maze with that Griever, and yet, here he was, back in the Glade, in the Homestead, holding Gally close, afraid of waking up and realize this moment is not real.

He didn't want to wake up and realize that he wasn't there with Gally, he didn't want to know that everything he was seeing right that moment was all a figment of his imagination, something his subconscious made to make him happy during his last moments alive. Afraid that everything would be gone as soon as his eyes opened.

But it was real, Gally's warmth against him and the pain he felt all over his body was very much real, and (M/n) couldn't hold back his tears any longer.

"I'm sorry..." They cried together and held each other close, reassuring the other and themselves that they were there, that everything was gonna be alright now that they were together again. For a few minutes, they stayed like that until their tears ceased and got their steady breathing back.

(M/n) shifted his head and rested his cheek on Gally's shoulder, and he spotted something on the bedside table. He tapped Gally's arms a few times and they pulled away from their hug. His eyes were locked onto those things that caught his attention, and Gally followed his line of sight.

"Oh! Right...!" He scooted closer to the table and reached for the water bottle sitting there, "Here," he assumed (M/n) was thirsty, and had taken the cap off, slowly and carefully bringing it close to (M/n)'s mouth.

He chuckled, but nonetheless accepted the water he was given, he was a little thirsty, his voice was raspy and his throat itchy so the water was really nice, even if that wasn't exactly what he was looking at a few seconds ago.

"Thank you..." He whispered when Gally lowered the bottle and closed it again, "But I meant... Those..." The Keeper frowned and turned to look at the table again, just realizing he had placed the finished bracelets there.

"Uhm, these, I..." He picked them up and avoided eye contact, suddenly feeling a little shy to say anything about them, but when he realized how (M/n) was expectantly looking at him, he couldn't feel happier that those pretty (e/c) eyes were open again, staring only at him, "I made these as a... Promise. To each other, bean."

Gally placed them on (M/n)'s lap, watching as he picked one up. One read 'Gally' and the other '(M/n)' on the exterior, while the inside read 'I Promise You'.

(M/n) looked up at Gally and realized he was fidgeting with his hands, which caught his attention. His knuckles were bruised purple, small cuts here and there, and he felt worried about it. His hand reached to gently hold Gally's and inspected his knuckles.

"You're hurt... Let me h-help you..." Gally watched how (M/n) tried to get up from the bed, but he prevented that, "Gally, please..."

He couldn't help getting emotional again, (M/n) cared so much about him that he didn't even realize he had been attacked by a Griever and survived a night in the Maze. "No, no, I'm alright, bean... You have to rest, okay?" He held (M/n)'s face in his hands, holding eye contact with him, which thankfully worked to get him to calm down.

He sighed and nodded, looking down at the bracelets again, his fingers held the wood, and graced his name carved on it. (M/n) picked it up and handed it to Gally, who looked at it and back into his (e/c) eyes.

"You want me to...?" (M/n) nodded and silently let Gally tie the bracelet around his wrist, the braided rope did two loops around his wrist, but he didn't mind it. Gally tied it, making sure it wasn't too tight nor too loose and sighed.

(M/n) stared at it, and smiled, reaching his hand to grab Gally's bracelet, "Let... Me..." Immediately, Gally realized what he was trying to do, and he began to refuse.

"No, bean, I can do it myself, you don't need to-," he stopped talking when he made eye contact with him, (M/n) wasn't gonna give in, they were both extremely stubborn and in moments like this, it showed, "Fine..." He said in a whisper after releasing a deep sigh.

Slowly and with a lot of effort, (M/n) managed to lift his injured arm, his shoulder screaming in pain at him to stop moving, but even with his entire arm trembling nonstop, he tied Gally's bracelet around his wrist, which also looped twice.

The entire time, Gally had kept his sight locked on (M/n)'s face, noticing the pain and discomfort he was putting himself through, but also how he smiled once he accomplished his goal.

"Done," (M/n) looked up and he got lost in the bright colour of Gally's eyes, they were shining brighter than ever, looking prettier than he remembered. They were so incredibly close, and damn, after everything that happened, (M/n) couldn't think about keeping these strong feelings to himself anymore, "Gally..."

They moved a little bit closer to each other, "Yeah?"

(M/n) took a deep breath, and swallowed, his hand lifting to gently hold Gally's face.

"Can I-?"

"Hey, Gally, we brought you-" Chuck walked into the med room, followed by Mikah and Doug, inevitably noticing the deadly stare being shot their way, both of them were really, really pissed off.

"I think we interrupted something..." Mikah mumbled to Doug who nodded, feeling just a little scared under Gally's glare, but Chuck eased the air in the room.

He ran to (M/n) and hugged him, "Oof- easy there, little buddy," they heard Chuck sniffing as his body shook, and (M/n) felt his shirt getting wet with his tears, "Hey~ it's alright, I'm back and I feel okay, no need to cry~," he rubbed Chuck's back up and down, trying to help him calm down.

He backed away and wiped the tears streaming down his flushed face with both hands, finding an empty spot by the foot of the bed to sit down.

Chuck looked at (M/n) with his glossy umber eyes, tears continuing to make their way down his face, and he frowned, "Unfair, I was... Making something for you for when you wake up but... But I'm not done yet!" They chuckled alongside Chuck, and (M/n) lifted his hand to ruffle his curls.

"Well, I can always go back to sleep until you're done, right?" With the ambience getting more relaxed and less hostile, they found comfort in the sound of (M/n)'s voice and laugh, filled with relief to see him being the same Dummy (M/n) as he's always been.

Gally ruffled his (curly/wavy/straight) hair, causing him to huff like it was usual, and he showed (M/n) a wide smile, "You've slept long enough already, dummy."

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Apparently, Chuck had brought something for Gally to eat, and they had no knowledge of Newt bringing him fruit earlier, but now lunch was over and there was a ten minute break before they had to get back to work, so they stopped by to check on them.

(M/n) tried to eat some fruit Gally fed to him, but eventually, he announced he was full, "You're probably hungry as well, you can eat the rest."

There was a lot of truth in (M/n)'s words, Gally hadn't eaten a whole meal since the night he ran into the Maze, and his stomach appreciated being filled with food once again.

They were enjoying their time talking, and (M/n) listened to what they were saying, not really feeling like including himself in their conversation, so he quietly listened while resting on the headboard.

However, Clint and Jeff stopped by, telling everyone to leave the room as they had to do a check-up on their patient and just when (M/n) and Gally were the only ones left in the room, did they realize he was awake.

"Oh-! We weren't expecting you'll be awake yet," both Med-jacks smiled at (M/n) and greeted him like one would greet an old friend.

"Yeah, well... I've had enough beauty sleep, or so I've been told," they chuckled softly at (M/n)'s attempt at a joke, and Jeff proceeded to get new bandages out, along with a few gauzes while Clint grabbed alcohol.

"Gally can you...?" He stood up from the chair and stood on (M/n)'s good side.

"Sorry," he quietly apologized before proceeding to undo the first few buttons of (M/n)'s shirt, "Is that alright?" Clint and Jeff nodded and got ready to change the bandages they had wrapped around his shoulder and chest.

At that moment he realized...

...He wasn't wearing his shirt. This shirt wasn't his.

"Your shirt got ruined so..." He looked up at Gally, no longer looking at himself and letting the meds do their job, "I gave you one of mine, hope you don't mind."

In other circumstances, he would've freaked out, but Gally had already seen him shirtless before, he was simply hoping it had only been Gally around when that happened.

"Alright, (M/n), stay still or a stitch might come off," he hummed in response, and he wondered... Stitches? Why do I have-?

And he remembered the Griever he encountered. Being bit by it, stung and thrown into a wall. After that... Everything gets dark and blurry. But he knows...

He got a few of his memories back. Although nothing particularly useful, there isn't much he can remember clearly, other than a few names. Thomas. Janson. Lawrence. Mary.

(M/n) had no idea who those people were, but he certainly didn't trust the majority of them. At least two of those names made him feel uneasy and angry.

"Good, we're done," Clint's voice brought him out of his thoughts, and he noticed he had been wrapped up again, "We got something for your arm since, well, you shouldn't move it too much."

Like that, Jeff grabbed a piece of cloth, and the three of them helped (M/n) bend his injured arm, using his good shoulder to tie the two ends that supported his arm. He watched himself for a moment and looked at the Med-jacks, who were staring at him, expectantly.

"I'm alright, guys," he said softly and he watched how their eyes momentarily filled with tears before they blinked them away.

"We're happy to hear that..." And like that, they left.

(M/n) turned to look at Gally, who was slowly shaking his head, a hint of a smile appearing on his face, "Truth is... Everyone is happy to know you're okay," he nodded a few times, and he wondered how worried his friends probably were about him, "But..." He stared at Gally, who had tears in his eyes as well, "I'm glad you're alive, (M/n)."

Those words...

He blinked a few times as his eyes began to sting, "So am I, Gally."

After that, they proceeded to change the subject to something else, deciding they didn't want to keep the sad and depressive aura around for much longer and (M/n) found himself wondering one thing.

"What..." He stopped for a moment, almost too scared to ask, "What happened to Peter?"

Gally's expression soured for a moment, and (M/n) wondered if something bad had occurred while he was gone.

"Everything was fake, bean... He was not hurt in any way, they did it to get you banished," (M/n) blinked at this information. Even if he was a hundred percent aware of how he had nothing to do with what happened to Peter, he looked seriously injured and had wanted to help him, and now, finding out nothing he saw was real made him sick to his stomach, "Well, everyone knows, but the Keepers know the details, and... Stan got what he deserved too."

(M/n) glanced at Gally's knuckles and he chuckled, thinking about how Stan probably looked, "How bad did you punch him?"

Gally shrugged, "Let's just say he will never look the same," both of them smiled, feeling just a little bit glad that he had finally gotten a taste of his own medicine.

"He's always had a punchable face, to be honest." Snickers from both of them followed, accompanied by a small hiss from (M/n) at the pain he felt on his shoulder.

The rest of the day was spent the same way, enjoying their time alone while Gally made sure he stayed in bed as much as he could, silently feeding (M/n) dinner as they ate together, and then it was time to sleep.

"Gally..." He called quietly as he lay on the bed, his head resting on the pillow as his eyelids began to close on their own. Gally responded with a small 'yeah?', and (M/n) scooted over on the bed, "Can you stay with me?"

The blond stared at (M/n), watching how he was falling asleep and smiling to himself as he stood up and got in the bed next to him, "Always, bean. Always."

Gally gently played with (M/n)'s hair, watching how he fell asleep a few minutes later, his breathing slow and steady, lips slightly parted open. He sighed and held (M/n) as close to him as he could, carefully so as to not hurt him further.

"I've fallen in love with you... Harder than I ever thought I would, bean," he closed his eyes and pressed a small kiss on the crown of (M/n)'s head, finding comfort in being so close to him, and finally, being able to fall asleep, his mind relaxed and at ease.

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Gally's bracelet

#gally x reader #gally x y/n #gally x male reader #the maze runner x male reader #the maze runner #the maze runner x reader #tmr gally #gally the maze runner #gally maze runner #ftm reader #trans reader #trans #will poulter #will poulter x reader #will poulter fanfiction

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multiverse-imagines · 2 years ago

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SkyDragonGrandeeny of ao3 asked!

I was going to request a fluff story prompt, where Vash is having trouble sleeping or woke up from a nightmare, and reader hums or sings him back to sleep. A very wholesome and comforting story quq

A/N: I have written a fic like this already, BUT! mans has a lot of nightmares. Let's give some comfort baybeee!!!? The song is My Wish by Rascal Flatts!

My Wish

You and Vash stumbled back to the Inn after a long night of drinking and partying with Nicholas, the insurance girls, and the rest of the patrons. You practically had to drag him up the stairs, and up to your shared room.

"Aw, don't bench me coach, I can still make the field goal!~" Vash babbled as you set him down on the bed.

"Come on, Angel, let's get you to bed. Games over." You giggled as you unbuttoned his coat. He made some slurred comment about undressing him, but you promised him that you would stop at just his coat. He could dress himself into his PJs, or stay in his uncomfortable armor. He huffed and stumbled around as he changed into his pajamas. The two of you curled up into bed, and he was out pretty much instantly.

You, on the other hand, needed some time to process the day's events. It had been a long day of running, avoiding gunfire, and watching Vash face the flaws in his ideals. Another person died today. Yet another person who was shot right in front of Vash. Another person he couldn't save. Another argument with Wolfwood, who had forgiven Vash by the time they had all gone for drinks, but Wolfwood seemed to be cramming his feelings down.

You held the sleeping stampede in your arms as he snored away his buzz. His face was peaceful, in such vast contrast to the contortion of fear, sadness and the little simmer of anger he thought no one could see. But you could see it. Your heart ached with him. What a terrible environment they lived in, where people killed each other over petty squabbles, and minimal currency.

His face began to contort as he began to shake, and stir from his slumber. A nightmare. You knew it was gonna be a while before he would sleep peacefully again.

"Vash, Angel, Wake up. C'mon, Dearest." You gently shook his shoulder, his eyes soon snapping open, and a gasp escaped his lips before he looked up to you, his eyes quickly bursting into tears as he came to his senses.

"Oh Mayfly…" his voice shook as he pulled you close to him, and he sobbed incoherent words into your chest, clinging to you as if you were the last living thing on Gunsmoke.

"I've got you, Angel. It's okay. He's not in pain anymore. You did everything you could."

"But he still died…" you hardly made out Vash's whimper.

"You can do everything correctly, and still lose."

"All I ever do is lose…" he grumbled, his breath and voice coming back to him now.

"I'm insulted that you think I'm a loss, Angel. I don't think you should talk about Preacher, Meryl and Milly that way too." You comforted him. Vash took in those words, lightly tapping his fingers on your back as he processed.

"How long was I out?" He tried to drop the subject.

"Like, a half hour." You frowned, "We have a long day ahead of us again. Let's get some sleep." You caressed the beauty mark on his face.

"I don't wanna. I'll just have another nightmare." He pouted.

"I know, Angel. But you have to keep your mind clear in case shit goes sideways tomorrow too."

"I just want a nice day walking around town, playing with the kids, getting donuts with you, and drinking with everyone. No gunfire, no fights, just love and peace."

"I know, Angel. We'll get there someday." You comforted him.

"Will you… sing me that song?" He seemed afraid to ask.

"Of course, Angel. And if you have another nightmare, I'll be here to wake you." You slipped your fingers through his sweaty tresses before guiding him to lay down once again.

"I hope the days come easy and the moments pass slow, and each road leads you where you wanna go. If you're faced with a choice and you have to choose, I hope you choose the one that means the most to you." You quietly sang to him as you pet his hair,

"And if one door opens to another door closed, I hope you keep on walkin' til you find a window." He hugged you closer as he got comfortable, "if it's cold outside, show the world the warmth of your smile, but more than anything. More than anything," you pressed a kiss to his forehead,

"My wish, for you, is that this life becomes all that you want it to. Your dreams stay big, your worries stay small, you never need to carry more than you can hold. And while you're out there gettin' where you're gettin' to, I hope you know somebody loves you, and wants the same things too. Yeah, this is my Wish." You soon heard the light snores coming from him once again.

You had once learned the song that Rem used to sing to him, but some nights that made the nightmares worse. Instead, you sang him this song your family has passed down since before the fall, before the space-faring age. You always found it uplifting and it was like your family's creedo.

Now you got to sing such a wonderful song to your beloved Angel to bring him hope on the nights when he had none. You just hoped that someday this song would manifest itself into his life, and that you, Vash, Wolfwood, everyone on Gunsmoke, would be able to live such a life described in the song. Because that was your wish.

#trigun #vash the stampede #vash x reader #trigun brain rot

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xfancyuu · 2 years ago

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Hi lovely

I would love a “good dad aegon” something whatever you’ll like!

~ come into my _world, won't let you down. [aegon targaryen ii]

i hope you don’t mind i wrote this in both canon!verse and modern!verse. i've rly spoiled you nic, going on fanon aegon vibes and those vibes are purely me changing aegon's actions and i think you vibe with that too. pls lmk if you liked it, both are more drabble vibes! reader is afab w she/her pronouns with no appearance indicators as per but your kids have purple eyes so that's cool.

[canon(fanon)!aegon]

The marriage between yourself and Prince Aegon had made you somewhat recoil at the prospect, you had known of his reputation, even in the Iron Islands, but your father had all but dragged you down the aisle to a man who most likely wouldn't care about you or your future children.

Ten months after you had been wed, you'd given birth to your first child, a son who had been born in the winter, you were sure Aegon would not be present in either yours or your child's life, leaving the raising of him to be dealt with Septa's and the like. It had surprised you to see the Prince take on such an active role. Perhaps he like you was not happy about the match but also viewed your child the same way you did — your own. At first, you had wondered how he'd react when the child had almost all of your features except his eye colour, he had got the purple eyes you so deeply adored.

It hadn't crossed your mind that Aegon would have sought out your child, especially so late into the night — you had assumed the man would have been drunk, he drank so much you often feared for him, though the seven-month-old babe was content as far as you could see, he was babbling to his father and while you felt as though you were being intrusive on such a tender father-son moment it had warmed your heart.

Aegon's voice was low and soft as he rocked the babe, your heart had fluttered as you watched on, not wanting to disturb the serene moment. Though it seemed you hadn't been as stealthy as you intended, as Aegon had looked up at you, most likely expecting a wet-nurse or someone from the council coming to disturb him.

He hadn't expected to find you or the nervousness that had possessed him, "would you like me to leave?" he'd asked as he switched from High Valyrian to the common tongue.

"Do you want to leave? Do you want me to leave?" You had asked, still standing in the doorway, ready to leave if Aegon chose to not have you within his presence.

"Both of those questions will get the same response from me — everything is easier when I'm in his presence." Aegon responded, alleviating your worries.

You hadn't spoken, instead you sat down on one of the chairs near the fire, it was wonderful seeing Aegon dote on your child, talking to him in interchanging High Valyrian and Westrosi, you doubted you would be believed if you had told another soul of his attitude towards both you and your child. Perhaps it was in the moments of sober clarity that he realised his need to be loved and for his family to care about him, but you rarely saw him drunk — that theory had felt unfounded.

Whether Aegon would continue to act this way or he would act as though his reputation deemed him to you wouldn't know, all you could hope is that your son had never found out the words spoken in hushed whispers about Aegon. You knew for certain you were happy in this moment of tranquillity, with the only sounds going through your head being the background noise of fire and your husband speaking. It had drifted you off into a slumber, content with life.

[modern!aegon]

Long gone were the days when Aegon slept in on a weekend — his children wouldn't let him. Trading in the late night drives in his golden Toyota Supra he had named Sunfyre going at speeds which should have ended less favourably than they did for Saturday picnics in the park with his wife and children.

The prospect of being happy with his current life was a strange thought process to Aegon, he wasn't particularly monogamous in his youth and children weren't high on his priority list but looking at his children enjoying themselves — even if it was technology based which you complained about one too many times, he wouldn't have had it any other way.

"Earth to Aegon." Your hand was in front of his face, trying to gain his attention, "Did you listen to a word I just said?"

"Something about champagne and peaches?" Aegon had guessed, though with the look you threw him, he was certain he was wrong. "Nothing of the sort, then?"

"Not even close." You laughed, taking a bite of the strawberry within your hand, "I said I enjoy doing this with you... even if you don't pay attention to me." Your teasing of him had brought a smile to his lips,

"You're gonna be the death of me, y/n." Aegon couldn't complain about the topic for long, as soon as he finished his sentence, you had shoved a strawberry into his mouth.

"If you do choose to die, please do so quietly." With that, you had run off to chase your youngest child while Aegon watched on. His life trajectory had never been to what he has now. He couldn't imagine loving somebody more than himself, to actually genuinely care for somebody, but having two sons had changed him.

It was these type of moments that he appreciated the most, between the picnics, the mini-golf adventures in which his kids would decide to attack each other with golf clubs, the slow moments where you'd watch movies, and they'd be in awe, when his children decided to annoy Aemond and Alys' children which reminded him so much of his own youth. His favourite moment had happened when he was on holiday. It was sunset and you and your kids were passed out, it had made him realise how much he truly enjoyed the life he lived, how his children were so well cared for and how much he vowed himself to never be like his own father, the one who allowed the favouritism to almost destroy his family.

He was more than terrified he'd end up like his own father. The hatred he felt inside towards him and his indifference and noticeable absence within his life. With the way Aegon was from his personality to his addictions and vices, he had shocked himself with how present and in the moment he had lived his life. He was shocked at how much he wanted to be involved in with his children's lives, at how much joy and positivity they could bring to him, at how effortless they were to be around. He knew it wouldn't last forever, but he would cherish it while he could — even if that meant staring after his wife and youngest son were tumbling in the grass and all that could be heard from his older son were the sounds from whatever game he was playing.

hope u enjoyed this nic and i hope i gave you what you were looking for! crossposted on ao3 under the name hedonism!

#aegon targaryen #aegon x reader #aegon targaryen x reader #prince aegon #aegon ii targaryen #aegon ii x reader #aegon ii fic #hotd aegon #hotd x reader #hotd imagine #asoiaf x reader #asoiaf imagine #modern!aegon #c; req #kinda character studied aegon for the modern au ver lmao #fanon!aegon #100% not canon

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strawberryvanillablast · 2 years ago

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Josuke and Giorno under Anesthesia (Josuke Higashikata X Reader, Giorno Giovanna X Reader)

TW: Anesthesia, Mentions of Surgery and Needles, Hallucinations from Josuke's and Giorno's POV

Josuke Higashikata

When he opened his eyes, the first thing he noticed was you wearing something out of a fairy-tale. There were sparkles all around you and you wore a big shiny crown on your head. You smiled at him, stroking his hand with your touch feeling like he was touching fluffy clouds.

"Josuke," You delicately rubbed your thumb over his hand. "It's done."

"W-What's," He blinked slowly, trying to process everything. "...done?"

"Your wisdom teeth getting removed," You explained. "You were afraid of the whole thing so they made you take some anesthesia before the surgery."

You helped him sit up and he could see stars sparkling in your eyes. It was then that a portal door opened and he saw a small wizard, a large bear, and a cryptid that smelt of pinecones for some reason enter.

"Woah," Josuke whispered. "This is so bizarre."

"Oi, Josuke," The bear grinned, waving a hand (paw?). "What's up?"

"Everyone, let's take it easy and slow," You said as you made a magic wand appear immediately. "He's still under the effects of anesthesia. Let's get him home safely so that Miss Higashikata doesn't worry."

When you two stepped outside, Josuke's eyes widened. It was like a fairytale world, complete with dragons and unicorns. The sky looked like it was made out of stain glass while the ground looked like plush cloth. As everyone continued to walk, he jumped up and down as the road felt like one of those bouncy castles.

"Josuke," You frowned gently as you held his arm. "Careful. You need to rest as soon as we get to your house, okay?"

"This place is real amazing," Josuke whispered in joyful awe. "Is this, like, your kingdom and stuff?" He turned to you, smiling. "Because it looks really cool!" He smiled joyously as he laid his head on your lap.

"Yes, Josuke," You smile as you stroked his back. "And I'm glad that you think so. I wish you could visit me here all the time, though."

"Well, then, in that case, I don't think I want to leave this place, Your Highness. I'll be right by your side, forever and ever!"

Meanwhile, Koichi gave a fond sigh, Okuyasu chuckled, and Rohan whipped out a camcorder as Josuke continued to babble about the kingdom you ruled. You gave a smile, continuing to lovingly comfort Josuke through the anesthesia.

Giorno Giovanna

He slowly opened his eyes to see you stroking his hair, wearing a cute mermaid necklace. Your eyes were like deep pools that sucked him in. Your soft hair tickled his face and a tenderly sweet smile lit up yours.

"Gio," You whisper. "You're awake. Thank goodness."

You helped him slowly sit up and it occurred to him that you were just 100% mermaid, with your tail shimmering in the dazzling light. As his heart skipped a beat, he decided to distract himself by observing his surroundings.

"Giorno," You frown, touching his shoulder. "Are you alright?"

"Mhmm," He nodded. "What happened to me? Where am I?"

"You needed to get your wisdom teeth removed, so they gave some of the anesthesia before the surgery," You frown. "You feeling okay?"

"...I'll be fine, mi sirena." Giorno answered bashfully.

Before you could say anything, a gingerbread man wearing a top hat and some cotton candy fairies walked into the room noisily. Owlishly, Giorno blinked as you gently slung an arm around his shoulder. There was a small cat made out of licorice and a large marshmallow cat. He reached out to touch the large cat's hair.

"So soft," He whispered. "So fluffy."

When you helped him outside, his eyes widened. Everything looked like they were made out of sweets. The sky was made out of cotton candy, the grass looked like mint ice cream, and the road looked like taffy. The car looked like chocolate pudding as it smelt of cookies.

"Mi tesora," Giorno grinned playfully. "It looks like you have a kingdom of sweets all to yourself."

"Sweets, Giorno?"

"Mhmm," He replied, lying his head on your lap. "Perhaps we should take a picnic when we have some free time."

"We should," You agree. "For now, though, get some rest."

Giorno was all too happy to oblige, cuddling up to you as he slept off the anesthesia. Narancia and Mista were giggling to each other while Abbacchio was grumbling, driving all the while. As for you, you gave a small smile, gently stroking Giorno's hair as he slept soundly, wishing for him to have sweet, happy dreams.

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mooodyblue · 1 year ago

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Hi mooody blue :) I have a request for a little!Elvis who's in the army and maybe he got told off by the generals by doing something that he didn't mean to do and he's trying so hard to not regress but he can't hold it in and calls CG!reader(who's at Graceland) for comfort and he's like a babbling, crying mess🥺😭 This idea has probably been used already but uhh I'm a newbie to Tumblr so- hehe

i have such a soft spot for little!army!elvis !!! ty for the request ❤️

pairing: little!army!elvis x cg!reader

wc: 929

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elvis felt like he couldn't catch a break. between the harsh realization of his momma’s passing and then leaving you for two years—he felt so lost all the time. some of the men in his unit were kind to him, treating him like he was just one of the guys, but some weren't all so nice to him. he wanted to be treated like a normal individual in the army, not as elvis presley.

he couldn't wait to get home and curl up next to you, to be taken care of just like his momma used to. you’d taken the sudden role as a caregiver or as his momma shortly after she had passed. he couldn't live without being coddled or babied, he needed that escape from his own life.

although he was okay being treated like everyone else, he felt as if people were being too strict and too harsh on him compared to the others. one screw up and he was getting yelled at by a general. sometimes he wished he got special treatment.

he always tried to do everything by the book, just what he learned in camp. but it seemed he was always doing something wrong.

some time had passed by since gladys’s funeral and he was back to being treated like nothing.

during a checking of everyone's bunks, he’d gotten caught with something he wasn't supposed to have—a prank pulled on him from one of the guys. someone slipped something under his mattress as a joke and as a result, he had gotten yelled and screamed at for something that wasn't even his fault. even after hours passed by, he could still feel the warm breath and spit on his face from the lecture.

instead of having lunch, he escaped to make a call—his brain unable to fully process what had happened earlier. it was like he was running home to his momma, except he was calling you for a bit of love and to be told he wasn't a bad boy.

the moment he heard your voice on the other line, his eyes lit up, looking around before getting close to the phone. “m-momma…momma, it’s elvie.” he said softly. “i-i-i ain’t doin’ too good…”

your brows furrowed, holding the phone close to your ear as you sat back at graceland. “what's going on, baby?”

he sniffled on the other line, wiping at his eyes. “i-i wanna go home, momma. they're n-not treatin’ me nice, momma.” his voice cracked quietly, his eyes still shifting around the room. “‘m not a bad boy, am i? t-they keep….they keep yellin’ at me a-and just…and just….well…i-i-i’m—”

“hold on, honey.” you interrupted. “who's yelling at you? what's going on?”

“t-the guys played a mean prank on me a-and i-i was the one who got in trouble.” he tried so hard not to cry, especially knowing he was probably going to get teased for it if he got caught. “i don't like it here, momma.”

all you wanted to do was pick up the poor boy and cuddle him for the rest of eternity, to protect his poor lil' heart. he’d been through so much already, why were they giving him such a hard time? “i know you don't, el.” the sound his soft sniffles and whimpering on the other line broke your heart. “what are you doin’ right now, baby?

elvis looked down at his feet, shoving a hand in his pocket and kicking at a bit of dust on the floor. “i’m talkin’ to you.”

you rolled your eyes, “i know you are, silly.” laughing softly. “what are you supposed to be doing right now?”

“s-supposed t’ be havin’ lunch…..” he mumbled.

tsking, you shook your head as if he could see you. “you know momma hates when you skip your meals, baby.”

“but i-i-i don't wanna deal with the guys, momma.” he knuckled at his eyes, sniffling again. “i wanna go home and be with you.”

“i know you do, honey. you have to be a big boy, though. gotta toughen it out. you still have that lil’ teddy bear i sent you?”

his eyes lit up, a small smile appearing on his face. “i do! i do!”

“good boy!” she grinned, “whenever you feel tiny or you want to run to momma, you hug that bear nice ‘n tight. remember, you're elvis presley! you've got someone to run home to once this is all over. you're not a bad boy, those guys are just jerks.”

“not a bad boy?” he repeated back, his voice soft.

“not at all, el. they're the bad ones, not you.” you nodded. “you show them who's boss, don't let ‘em get to you.”

“okay, momma. you're right, you're right.” he looked around him, checking his surroundings. he got closer to the phone, “momma?”

“yes, baby?”

his cheeks turned pink, using his hand to cusp the phone. “i love you, momma.”

you tried to fight off your own tears, missing your sweet boy desperately. a sad smile formed on your face, “i love you too, elvie. go eat lunch, okay? you're doin’ a good job bein' a big boy for momma. you gonna be okay?”

he sighed, “yeah….i guess so. you won't forget about me right?”

considering you were stuck inside his home for the next two years, it was a bit hard to forget about him. your eyes darted up to a framed photo of elvis that gladys had put up when they first moved, chuckling softly. “how could i ever forget about my precious baby boy?”

#elvis x reader

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ollie-olliebaby · 5 months ago

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"Hello? This is Ollie!" Their voice was chipper as they answered the phone that aftertnoon. Balancing a box of files and a freshly made beverage in their grasp, they almost didn't catch the name that was being said on the other line.

"Uh..hello, my name is Clifton Malo. I'm looking for an Olivia Malo?"

Stopping dead in their tracks, it took them a moment to process what was being said. They hadn't heard their birth name in years. Dropping the box sending its contents scattering across the apartment floor, their drink going with it; Ollie's heart dropped.

"Hello? Hello?" The voice said again. "...please don't hang up." They begged.

"It's...uh....my name is Ollie Malo...can I help you with something?" They asked, the weariness of someone twice their age very evident.

"Oh, uh sorry, Ollie. I uh....jesus how do I say this.." He mumbled. "My name is Clifton...and I uh, well if what I've found to be correct.." There was a moment of poignent silence. Like he was trying to find the best way to break this news.

"I'm your father."

Stumbling back a bit into the nearst hard surface, in this case their hallway wall, Ollie couldn't bring themselves to speak. Frankly all they wanted to do was chuck their phone across the room and pretend it had never happened. But, they couldn't do that, could they? They still had an option to hang up.

"How did you find this number?" They asked after silence on both of their ends. Ollie was already starting to build up the needed walls to protect their heart. If anything, this wouldn't be a reapeat of what happened with their mother.

"I uh, well I've been searching for your moth-...well for Raina. For decades now, and when I finally hit a break through a few years ago she addmitted, albeit very reluctantly, that she had a child. And that the child was mine. Seems we both had the same intention. She mentioned meeting you and how that went."

The tears were starting to sting the back of their eyes. It was taking everything in them not to just let the flood gates open up. "Okay....I do-don't...what do you.." Words were hard. Thinking was hard.

This was hard.

Clifton let out a sigh, running his fingers through his salt and peppered hair. "I know...this is a lot to ask of you. This is a lot for anyone to go through. But, I would like to meet you. I want to explain myself? If that would help anything. I promise you if I had known you were in this world, I wouldn't have let her give you up."

"Please...can we meet? Anywhere that you are comfortable, I just...I'd like a chance. If you are willing to give me just once chance and then if you never want to see me again, I unders-" Clifton was starting to babble a little bit. A trait Ollie must have picked up from them.

"Enchanted Rose Cafe. Thirty minutes." And with that statement they hung up the phone.

Ollie wanted nothing more than in that moment to sink into the baseboards of that hallway floor. To let the all of the knots and cracks in the wood stain to swallow them up and make them disapper. But this was what they wanted, right? To find their family.

It took another ten or so minutes for OIlie to peel themselves off the chestnut polish on the ground and get ready to leave.

They tried their hardest to not think too hard as they went down to the cafe. "I wonder what he looks like? Is he old? Does have grey hair?I wonder if he chews at his nails like I do." Too many thoughts were spinning through their brain as they came up to the door. About to grab the handle, a tember voice stopped them.

"Ollie!" Clifton called out from his spot at one of the outside tables.

There he was. Standing in all is 6'2 glory. Clifton Malo.

Ollie's Father.

Ollie hated how much they looked like their parents. They could see it when they had met their mother, they could see it even more now meeting Clifton.

"Hi.." They said gently. Their usual bubbly personality locked and protected behind the wall they had newly constructed. Unsure of where to take things now. "Please, come sit." He said gesturing over toward a table that already had one of their favorite drinks sitting there.

"I uh wasn't sure what you liked, but someone that worked here seemed to know you, so they made this." Taking a seat, he waited patiently for Ollie to join him and when they finally did, a sort of relaztion settled into his shoulders.

"So...what did you want?" Ollie asked, wanting to get right to the point.

"A chance." He replied. "A chance to say that I'm sorry for what you have been through. To try and make up for lost time? I know it's probably a lost cause. So much time has been lost and I know I am partially at faul-"

"It's not your fault you didn't know about me." Ollie stepped in. "...it was my mo-...it was Raina's fault." Picking at the skin around their nails, Ollie couldn't bring themselves to meet his gaze quite yet. "You say that if you had known about me, you would have wanted me?" They questioned.

Clifton nodded his head. "If there is one thing I've always wanted, it was kids. I always wanted to have a family. I thought I would have had that with Raina, despite her having children from a previous relationship, I was ready to take on that responsiblity."

"How noble of you." Ollie almost sneered.

Licking at his lips, Clifton let out another sigh. "I'm sorry. I don't know what I can say outside of that. Just know that I did want you. I do want you, Ollie. If you'd give me the chance, I'd like to get to know you more. Introduce you to family. You've got aunts, uncles, cousins and a very lovely set of grandparents that want to meet you, whenever you are ready."

Ollie swallowed hard, there eyes glazed over with fresh tears. Again, it was something they had always wanted. To have a family of their own. One that looked like them, shared stories of family members long since gone. With the cheesy nicknames and the family love that just about every other family had.

"And what if I'm never ready? What if I've found a family that loves me and cares for me. Who calls me on my birthdays and invites me out for holidays. Who lets me call them at 2am because I had a bad day and I needed to talk to someone. What if I have that and I don't want anything to do with you?" There was a bit of venom in their words. Which was rightly justified. Clifton new that, which was why he took it in stride.

"Then we will part ways after today, and I won't try and contact you." Watching him reach into his pocket, he pulled out a little business card. "This is my information. My personal cell phone, address and email. If...if you ever want to know more, I am ready to tell you anything."

"I've spent years! Searching for people who were mine. For people that were my blood. I understand that Raina fucked us both over, but you can't just waltz in here thinking things are going to be right as rain now." Ollie could feel themselves getting a little hysterical. "I've always wanted a father." They said after a brief pause to reflect. "Someone who would protect me..from everything in the world. To protect me from myself when the days got to rough. But, I didn't get that. I had to learn to protect myself. No thanks to you or Raina."

The tears had started to flow at this point, with little sign of stopping. Clifton picked up a napkain, reaching it out to them Ollie hissed and recolied. "I don't want anything from you." They murmured, finally meeting his eyes. "Right now, I don't want anything from you. You may have aided in my birth, but you are not my father." Getting up from the table, Ollie watched as the light in Clifton's eyes seemed to dim. He had been hoping for this moment as much as they had.

Eyes glancing down again to the business card, they picked it up off the table. Turning it over a few times in their grip, Ollie let out a shaky breath. "This....today was a mistake. I thought I would be ready...but I'm not."

"So...maybe one day?" Clifton ventured, a tinge of hope in his voice.

"Maybe." Ollie replied as they backed away.

"Just not today."

And with that, Ollie turned and left. Leaving a sad, yet hopeful Clifton in the dust as they ran back home.

#muse #drabble 2 #tw dead name mention

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I just wanted to tell you that I'm wishing you all the best for your appointment tomorrow🫂💜 You know, there's no right or wrong way. It's your first time you're doing something like this. You need some time to get used to it and to adjust to this new situation. Please try not to be too hard on yourself. I know, easier said than done. But even if you do mess some things up, honestly I wouldn't call it messing up, there's still enough time for you to figure things out and to talk to your new psychiatrist. They should try to help you and work together with you. It's a process. One step at a time, even one minute at a time. Everything will be okay🥺 Remember, you're beautiful inside and out. You deserve love, support and compassion. As for you probably having a hard time falling asleep. Maybe try to lay down and put on some gentle music. You could also try the 4-7-8 breathing technique to try and reduce your anxiety. Breathing in for 4 seconds, holding your breath for 7 seconds and then exhaling for 8 seconds. Another suggestion, maybe thinking of J could be calming too. Because he loves you and he will always protect you from the world💜 Well, I'm not sure if my words are helpful at all and I probably babbled too much. But I wanted to send you a little message. You got this, Nia. I'm proud of you and I'm sending you all of my love. I'm thinking of you🥺🫂💜

Thank you so much, Sue!! 😭🫂💙💜💙💜💙 Thank you for comforting me and for all the kind words. This really helped me get through it. The appointment went well and I got some medication for anxiety and depression. I was very nervous answering doctors questions but when she praised and thanked me for seeking a professional help after years and years of hesitation it made me feel a bit better. She seems like a kind doctor.

And thank you so much for the advice to do some breathing exercises! I did that and watched some asmr before bed. I've managed to get enough sleep 🥰

Thank you for the encouraging words 🥺 you're such a beautiful person yourself. I'm sending all the love and support your way 💙💜🫂

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3 8 15 18 20 27 45 54 55 56 58 61 for the writer questions thing :3:3:3 <3<3<3

Hi loooove, thank you so much for asking. *cracks knuckles*

3. Describe the creative process of writing a chapter/fic An idea - ??nfjnidfjgnf??SF?FD?/???? - oh god, there's typo in the published version

It's... unfortunately not too far from genuine truth. Most of my writing is done in parts of daydreaming it up at work, before sleep, babbling to my friends about it and then wallowing when I actually need to put the words I already came up with on 'paper'. Often I overthink little details too much along the way, enough to get stuck.

8. Do you prefer the beginning, middle, or end of a story?

I am probably bad writer because I don't really view my stories in these segments, I don't plan the arcs and the build up with conscious awareness of storytelling as a method. I just go with the natural swell of emotions and events. The starting and closing lines are always hard, but that's all I define as beginning or end of story. Yes, I do worry if the closing part is satisfying and tells what I intended to, of course, but there's no strict divides in my head.

15. How do you write smut scenes? Do you get very visual or detailed? How important is it to be realistic?

I am writing about werewolves, plant genitalia and what borders as tentacle porn. Realistic is... Not really an option. Though I try to at least somewhat figure out what is physically potentially possible with their size differences, body builds and so forth. Sidenote, I can be picky about words I use in my smut, some I just don't think I'll end up using.

I don't have much of visual imagination or any interest in geting visual references for this that isn't like, fanart, so it's interesting exercise writing something that actually comes across as smut and could potentially be hot. I think I don't manage to convey it enough, but lot of what structures my smut is how characters feel about it, the specific acts and people involved in them. Or what they want the other characters to feel.

I am glad that several people have said that it's tangible these characters care from each other even on my purely smut writing, that gives me hope I am doing something right.

18. Do you title your fics before, during, or after the writing process? How do you come up with titles?

I used to be borderline physically unable to write a fic until I had a title for it. Same as I needed a name for an OC. As if it was the baseline establishing everything, backbone of it. Over the pauses I've taken in my writing, this has gone away and I often leave the title as the last thing to work on, along with summary. Unless the piece is inspired by a song or poem, then that is one of the first things I do, still.

I almost always use lines from songs, sometimes it's genuinely a hassle these days to find one that fits the fic, the vibe I want to convey. I dream of being the face on your page (I want to hold you forever, I want a taste of the Good Life) took several fucking hours, I was driving myself and my sibling up the wall with it.

20. Have you noticed any patterns in your fics? Words/expressions that appear a lot, themes, common settings, etc?

In Trigun, I feel a little limited in setting, because most things will either take place in saloon/bar, in the desert often localized around a car and maybe Meryl's apartment. At least most of the stuff I've written so far, since I've not been ambitious with tackling Ship 3 or many AUs yet. So, the repetition in that is partially from what I'm writing for. I do know I have soft spot of times where one character ends up inviting the other into their space - sometimes as simple as a hug and often, into their apartment, living space. Especially when there are feelings attached to it being potentially theirs or having been theirs. This follows through from previous fandom(s).

Like I joked previously, it seems one of Rainy's fic bingo slots could be 'a character cries' - I've never written crying so often as I do for Trigun, but it doesn't. Entirely feel out of character or misplaced, somehow. There's lot of traumatic events, all the time, that I end up touching in my writing.

Grief, overall, is definitely a theme. Not just people, but possibilities, too. A chance at happiness. At peace. Yearning for something kinder, better, sweeter. For each other. I ironically don't think I've earned my title of 'rated E for Extreme Yearning' in Trigun yet, but it used to be my brand.

I definitely use deliberate repetitions for sentences.

I use words like smithereens, curdle, hoard, abyss, stone/rock in chest and the like quite a bit. Other than that, I'd actually love to hear what my readers have noticed, I am sure there's more than that!

27. What is your most and least favorite part of writing?

I love, love coming up with new ideas, excitedly talking with people about plots, character behaviors, just playing out little snippets among friends. It's by far the best and easiest part for me, I can spend days doing just that.

The writing itself... Oh, that can be torture. Like extracting words one by one by help of world's cruelest dentist. When it goes well, I love it and get a high like I very rarely do, but often, it's just. The Worst.

45. Do you want to break your readers‘ heart or make them laugh?

I am not a funny person - at least not the sort of funny that translates well into fiction. I have had few funnier stories in previous fandoms, or at least parts that have funny adjacent lines and when people have enjoyed them and said it made them laugh, I treasure that. But it's not a goal I set out to have.

Also not breaking anyone's heart, despite what it seems. I want to provide catharsis, for myself and for reader if possible, and for me that is usually getting to the bottom of the painful and then exploring way back up or at least showing that there is one (eg. think Disconnect). I am not much of one for angst without happy ending, there's so much misery in life, mine included, that never has one, that I want to imagine and create one where I can.

Though if I make a friend cry... It is a notch in my mental post, not going to lie. Makes me feel like I managed to write genuinely.

54. What’s your favorite part about the fanfiction writing process?

Plotting, babbling, excited screaming with friends, for sure. Although very specific to fanfiction itself is seeing how to pick apart the world, the characters, transpose them into different situations, AUs, and make them still them. I love working out what makes them tick, what defines them and the relationships they have with each other.

55. Of the characters you write for, which is your favorite? Has that choice been swayed at all by your followers/readers’ reactions to certain ones?

I really enjoyed writing both Brienne and Jaime from my previous fandom, I found it satisfying when I could manage to create my own brand of Jaime's sarcastic, self-depreciating humor, the way he'd say one thing and mean another and sometimes put so much of him suddenly in it that people couldn't accept it easily. And Brienne was lesson in restraint - I wonder how I would write her now that I've allowed myself to... Well, more openly project my neurodivergency and depression onto characters. Write what I do know, not just reflection of what I think people are like from other people's writing.

Which is something I've been doing with Meryl. She is by no means me, or my self-insert into canon, but in the process of trying to understand her, I ended up allowing myself to give her some likeness to my aspects, to how I see and experience the world. And then it expanded to Vash and Wolfwood as well.

That'd be more physical descriptions of grounding via scratching when crying, Meryl's struggle of spoken words versus written ones, them all being aspec and struggling with understanding/being overwhelmed by emotions and attraction.

But back to who I enjoy writing the most - I really love writing Meryl and Wolfwood, though I always fear I am not getting Wolfwood's inner conflict, all the Christian stuff, right. I feel like he has to be more than I manage to write him as. More fucked up, more intense, more soft at his underbelly, more everything.

This is why Vash is lower on my enjoyment scale, too. I feel like he ought to sound and work more differently, being the hyper aware, hyper capable and at the same time, sometimes so silly, person he is. I enjoy writing him being perceived, but writing his POV can be very stressful for me, especially in situations where his competency and intelligence actually needs to be portrayed convincingly. /side eyes Love lives chapter 2

That aside, no it's not really been swayed by reader's reaction, though it has given me confidence, like when someone says I have given them Meryl centric writing they've been looking for.

56. What’s something about your writing that you pride yourself on?

Pride is a strong word, but I have ended up feeling close to pride for the way I draw comparisons, create similes, about or through emotions, use of nature metaphors and the like. I think it stems from my native language and the sort of things I grew up reading and listening to, but it is something I don't shy away from in fear of being too flowery. Not anymore. It's just how I write, how I see world and feel things and I don't want to go through process of censoring it.

58. What part of the writing process do you enjoy the most? (Brainstorming, outlining, writing, editing, etc)

Brainstorming >>>> writing > outlining/editing

Outlining often makes me trip up over small details that I suddenly feel are as huge as as infinite wall and I generally don't outline more than loosely in my head, I get to meat of writing directly in my thoughts. Editing has habit of tiring me out when I have been struggling with some sentence and rewritten it like 5 times already.

61. Why do you continue writing fics?

It's a question I ask myself often. And when I don't have an answer, I fall off the face of earth and cease writing.

I think, in truth, I write, at least past the point of thinking about it in privacy of my own mind, for community, for people. It is not the right reason to write, it has burned me many times when I don't get the engagement I crave or I feel like specific person I had in mind isn't really keen on what I created, but it is mine.

Beyond that, I want to explore feelings, want to find, and if possible, give some catharsis or comfort. Every time someone tells me my writing resonated with them, they felt seen or heard through it, maybe it comforted them, I feel like the effort to write was worth it. So, I guess the short answer is: Feelings. Humanity. Connection. The fictional ones and the ones we create through fiction.

Send me fanfic writer ask?<3

#ask games answered #lovely people #ladymaliwan #sent on a cloud

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