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Playing with so many ideas right now... First up on the "get out of my head" list. Also warning. My writing bad. This is me venting basically. So writing bad.
Child noble reader x yandere child servant
The sun was warm in the garden as the children were let out from their stuffy academy classrooms to roam, play and socialize. Curiousity, energy and connections were important in this life after all. However two children seemed to be standing away from the large cliques that the other children played and laughed in. Sitting in the shade of a very large flowering bush a young girl sits, carefully observing the flowers and the leaves and occasionally looking down at the book that lay in her lap.
"Maybe viburnum..." She ponders softly, looking closely at the illustrations. "Butterfly bush..?"
The other child, a servant who had been deemed ready by the head butler of her household to serve her stands quietly watching her before he finally speaks softly. "It can be what ever flower you wish it to be my lady. Hydrangea, snowball bush, viburnum, butterfly bush. Any of them can be or become what every you wish."
The young noble giggles back a response, "silly, that's impossible. If it's one kind of flower how could it ever become some other kind. That's like saying that a chesnut tree is actually an apple tree" she giggles on at the absurdity of the statement.
"I would do it" the young boy whispered, far too entranced with his master's laughter to ever think of disturbing it. "If only you continue like this for me"
Their peace was soon cut short by alarmed shrieking coming from the other children. Professors urge the children inside, warning of a sudden invasion of bees on the property.
"What is everyone so afraid of?" The young girl huffed to herself, annoyed at the sudden loss of her reading time. "They are only bees. They don't want to hurt anyone."
"Still, they may be dangerous." The boy fretted. Knowing what his precious lady might do if left outside with the insects. "Let's get you inside where you won't-"
"We need bees don't we? At the house?" The girl humed to herself, unknowingly interrupting her companion. "The chef always complains of honey prices right? And keeping bees on our property would make for better, brighter flowers in mothers garden." Nodding with growing excitement she smiles. "Yes, bees would be a fantastic addition to our home. Fetch Cassidy and tell her that I will be bringing along some friends home and to prepare a very large wooden box. I already have a match box that we can keep the queen in. All I need to do is find her!" After giving her orders she hops up and carefully dusts off her dress before clutching the flora book to her chest and rushing off in the direction of the bees.
With exasperation and deep affection the young boy she left standing by the yet-to-be classified flower bush sighs and moves to follow her orders. The master and madem would not be happy with this, he thought, but if it made her happy that is all that ever mattered.
The next day, after a very long trek home and an even longer explanation as to why there was suddenly a box of bees in their home the noble girl was back in school. Proud of her successful relocation of the bee swarm with no stings AND successful convincing of her parents to let her keep them she sat at her homeroom desk and drew. The next task was designing a bee box with removable frames so that they might harvest and profit from the bees and fully impress her parents with her find. As she quietly was drawing up some very crude plans for the bee box she had not noticed the two boys sneaking up behind her desk until they had unceremoniously dumped a sizable spider onto her desk.
"Here," a jeering voice called from behind her, "since you like bugs so much we got you this one."
A second voice mocked "maybe now you will finally have a friend"
As the pair laughed at their prank the girl sat frozen in her seat, staring at the spider as it lay motionless on top of her half drawn and very messy plan. Unable to scream or stand she was forced to sit and watch this large dead spider. She wanted help. She needed help. She doesn't do well around dead things. Even worse if they are some kind of spider or crawly thing. In this moment time froze for her. Her lungs felt as if they were made of lead, her heart racing as though preparing for a life or death fight, her mind blank. Before a hand crashed into view, blocking her direct line of sight with the spider.
"How dare you" a rumbling demand that caused the laughter to stop. "You knew this would scare her. You used it to your advantage. You are supposed to be the best of the best. The smartest, strongest, most clever in all the kingdoms. You are, both of you, acting like common idiots. For scaring a girl. How. Fucking. Dare you."
He was enraged. He wanted to rip their heads off. He wanted to feed these thoughtless insects the spider they were so proud of. He wanted to display their tortured bodies on the flag pole of the school to show any and all those who would ever touch his lady what would happen if they made her upset. She was supposed to be celebrating her victory. Not nearly passing out because of some stupid boys idea of a prank. But as much as he wanted to force them to grovel at her feet his first task and priority was to move her elsewhere so the wretched creature could be taken care of and she would have time alone to breathe. He quickly scooped her up into his arms, taking only a moment to relish the act of protecting her before quickly making his way back to the garden and quietly resting her once more under that flower bush where she finally allows herself to fold into a small ball and weep openly.
Those boys will pay, he thinks. But not right now, right now my duty is to my master. My sweet, thoughtful, beautiful master.
#soft yandere#yandere servant#child reader#yandere#yandere x reader#yandere child servant#noble reader#noble child reader#princess reader#she heckn loves biology#isekai if you squint
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This is a little something from @sheepispink idea with the grand sage reader
WC: 2.1k
The foreigner that appeared out of thin air was both a headache and a stress reliever for Al haitham.
One one hand how does one live such a mundane life for them to leave no traces behind yet somehow amass such a great and vast quantity of knowledge the own dendro archon wanted a personal meeting.
No matter where he went, how he asked or even who he asked al-haitham couldn't get a solid background. Yes, there seemed to be enough proof that you might have came from a lone village, some people think hearing baby cries and toddlers babbles around a seemingly desserted cabin, yet the local school held no record of you being enrolled, all 10 children there not matching your profile.
After months of searching there seems ti be only one answer. A natural prodigy that learned everything from scratch and some books people would leave on their tables.
After all, beggars can't be choosers and he assigns you the title of great sage. One down he guesses, less job left to do.
Traveler didn't seem too freaked out about it after all a natural prodigy was one of the more normal sounding things in his life right now. Up until a meeting nahida offered to take him.
"So you know everything" He asked breaking the silence that was formed long before they came. In a way he was assuring you were aware of their presence, too engrossed measuring some herbs that later he would find out were tea leaves.
"Traveler!" Nahida pitched in, already knowing you don't like being interrupted before the tea was served
" Mhm?" You didn't take your eyes off the bluish flowered you were measuring " some people say that. I think I know just enough to get by" the hot water was transferred from a ceramic teapot to a glass one, slowly infusing with the blue flowers
" The traveler wanted to ask you something" nahida was seated in a cushion facing you. You still were focused in your tea ritual, now cutting lemons and limes. You only answered with a little sound
" If you know so much, then you must know where my sister is." He sits straight as if already knowing you won't tell him straightforward
You take your time to answer, pouring everyone a cuo" I can't tell you that just yet" you squeeze the slice of lemon over your cup, slowly turning from blue to purple " that information isn't available to me just yet, my abilities have a limit. You know?"
" What?" Aether was surprised
" After the death of-" you stop, swiftly looking at nahida " my patron god my knowledge only extends to things that are set in stone, if the future might change then i can't know it. I'm sorry"
He noticed the quick way your eyes went over nahida when you mentioned death. Could you? " Nahida, can you let the traveler and I speak alone? We got private matters to speak of" nahida was a bit stunned but agreed
" The only thing that i know about lumine is that she is working closely with the abyss and that she won't let you get to her until you traveled and went through every if the seven nations, i guess she wants you to see the true nature of this world" one of your hands stirred the tea" from the laziness to the pride to the wrath" you sip the tea, leaning back " or so i think! It could be anything really!"
" You are not from this world " he simply said
" Ugh, don't tell me you also believe in that strange theory of me being an alien or something strange like thatâŚ"
" Then how do you explain knowing that Greater Lord Rukkhadevata isn't nahida. And the fact she di-" paimon insisted like a child wanting to get answers
" Enough" the hand around his shoulder wasn't specially heavy or painful yet it made him tense up" In the same way a kid can't order its parents around the Irminsul can't boss me around. Now. I think you should leave before I make you"
Aether looks up, eyes blown wide. Your patience preceded you, seeing you snap like that took him off guard. He leaves just as you ordered as does paimon
Your finger dances against the rim of the teacup lightly laughing " my god. He is so dumb to actually believe that fake acting. I was so close too cringing" you down the tea
" Maybe I went off too strong, but either way I needed him to believe I'm from this world" you cup your face between your hands " ugh, why did i have to slip like that with the nahida stuff. If they found out I'm from another word it would be such a pain"
You stand up and walk to the bedroom, your last meeting already done seeming and already tired of tomorrows occurrences, surely al-haitham would come first thing in the morning, asking about some niche subject, a few of the akademia students would come with the same problem as the others, and maybe if you were lucky you would get to walk around and help a seller or an ermite with a mundane inconvenience, get lunch and go on with a lazy life.
If only you could skip over to lunch everyday.
Just as you guessed at 6:30 on the dot al-haitham was knocking down on your door, and next to him was another test you guessed
" Morning. Hope you rested well" just as always he found you prepping the breakfast
" Thanks. I hope you slept well too"
" Today I just need you to name some plants I got. This test was specifically made by the biology branch and the forest rangers so i will be checking your answers with the piece of paper that was provided" you buttered a toast, sprinkling some spices over it
" They said these are the easiest ones, so let's get them out of the way"
A sunssettia, an apple and an harra fruit were set behind you. Just as you thought about it a screen appeared over each of them and you just read it out
" Those are are Syzygium samarangense, or a sunssettia" you pointed from the left to the right " Malus domestica, a common apple, and Terminalia chebula, harra fruit"
" Easy wasn't it?"
" I thought that you came over for a test, not a chat. I would have accepted your offering if you asked me out, scribe, you don't have to beat around the bush" you tease him, if he wasn't so stuck up you would have kissed him already.
" Hush" he places two leaves, one rounder and wider and other thin and long. Immediately two pages pop up. "They said these were a bit too specific so don't force it too much"
" Is the first one a liyue money plant?" Al-haitham nods lightly " and the other is citronella"
" Very well. All of them are right. Just as yesterday" you just smile mockingly
" Did you expect anything else from me?" He sighs and grabs a toast
" It's to make sure. How much cayenne did you add to the paste, i think it's too overbearing"
" Just 5 grams or so" you were already expecting that he wouldn't be content with the expected questions
" And this weighs around 340 grams" he weighs the bowl with one hand. He looks at you " how much of this dip is cayenne pepper? Quick"
A red and white page opens up, you quickly input a simple reason:
340gr â 100%
5gr â x%
Automatically the answer pops up in a red square
X% = 1.47059%
" Around 1.47%. Either way that bowl is a bit heavy so it could be a bit higher"
" It could be. Are you sure you only used 5 grams? It is a bit too spicy for breakfast.
" Oh i just estimated but I think I did add at least quadruple the amount " you laugh
" Well, goodbye. I hope tomorrow you will welcome me with something more edible." he grabs the leaves and papers he spread around the table before tucking them in his bag
"Even a baby could it this" you make fun of him "oow, is the little baby sad? Do you want milk or a change of diapers?"
" I think it is enough with your jokes" he seems irritated but deep down you know he find it funny
" If there is anyone outside, tell them I won't wake up until around 8." You beg him. You just want one breakfast without correcting an undergrad thesis
" I will. Don't worry"
He leaves and for a second you hold your breath.
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5 seconds without someone knowing on your door. It feels like a dream. Grabbing an idli and a spoon with the spicy dip you slowly fill the idli before eating it. As soon as you swallow you are interrupted again
" Great sage! I beg you to please review my thesis" another student comes knocking on your door with tears in their eyes. If haven't gone through the pain they are suffering you would have kicked them out
" Let me have a look then" you must have sounded really annoyed given how quickly the student brought it out.
As soon as you open it a word- like document appears in front of it. The grammatical errors are in red, the orthographic mistakes in yellow and the things that were wrong fundamentally were highlighted in purple
" Fundamentally you made no mistakes, everything is true. But you should check these sentences." You tap the handle edge of the spoon against the paper where the document was marked red
" It could be read better as 'Its object is a practical one, to determine by scientific considerations the shape of lens best adapted to improve the capabilities of the telescope, which had been invented not long before.' Maybe you could expand on this and it would be very interesting to see this too " you write some annotations on a spare napkin.
" !!! Thanks a lot grand sage" she grabs the napkins and looks over them before reaching for the door
" Hey kid!" She looks over her shoulder " make sure to eat something. You almost blacked out standing up too fast " she smiles and waves you goodbye
As soon as she left a merchant dressed in fine silks marches in, you already knew him, he already visited you with questions about investments
" Mhm? Why are you visiting again? Having questions about what to invest in again?" You open and fill another idli and swallow it whole
" Not this time, grand sage!" He laughs loudly " I just wanted to run this by you. It's the estimated budget for the carpets the akademia asked for! " He beams, he might be a bit old, maybe old enough to be your father but he still keeps that youthful shine.
" Mh⌠I think there is a mistake. This is the budget for 18 green emerald carpets and 25 brown jars. The akademia asked for 55 green emerald carpets but also 40 brown coffee ones" you read over the codes written at the side comparing them to the ones that were on your Excel. It's a good thing you saved the pricing list of this merchant's items with its code when he showed it to you
" oh?" His smile drops as he looks at the paper, after noticing the mistake he apologizes " I'm sorry, I should have checked to make sure I got the right one, if you wait for me a few minutes I could have someone run up to my house-"
Using the same pen you wrote the notes for the student you write on the back of the sheet " well i kind of remember the prices so let me make a draft and if it's too different return here." Quickly sliding the ink around the paper you form messy words " the price for one of the green carpets was 2000 mora but it was an outdated price so let standardized it with the other merchants and leave it atâŚ" a page displays the prices of certain items, the carpet being " 2300, we want 55 of those so 126500 mora for that. The price of the brown one is a bit more expensive so let's leave it at 2500 leaving us at 226500 total. " You finally take a deep breath giving him the note
The man looks at you, face slightly pale "uh? I- I will compare, if the price is too different i will send you the correct one" he fold the page over itself with the new contents inside before putting it in the pocket of his coat
You look at the wall clock, you just finished breakfast and already want it to be lunch and finish all your duties.
" Well then. Who is next?" You yell to the door trying to pick up the pace. Slowly as the caffeine floods your veins you feel a bit more cheery " let's see who I can help today"
#genshin impact#gi#genshin sagau#đ great sage#al haitham x reader#if you squint#like maybe seed if it#isekai reader
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SessKag Week Day 1 - Modern AU
Soulseeker
rated: T
no archive warnings apply
Kagome knew this day was coming. For a millennium the Higurashi Shrine has been hiding a demon gate, and now, both the Shrine and the gate are hers to protect. But the new Taiyoukai of the Western Lands, holder of the gate, Lord Sesshomaru, has different plans.
#goldie-writes#fanfic#my writing#writeblr#ao3 fanfic#inuyasha#sesskag week 2024#skw2024d1#skw2024#day 1#sesskag fanfiction#fanfiction#lord sesshomaru#sesshomaru x kagome#higurashi kagome#modern au#urban fantasy#isekai au if you squint#sesskagweek
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Favorite Villainess Isekais (....So Far)
#Villianess manhwas#Villainess isekais#ok two of them you have to squint but I'm counting them#Youtube
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what if all my ocs got pulled from their worlds isekai-style, and found themselves trapped in a physical dimension representative of the mind that created them. Now, alongside coming to terms with reality as they know it (and the existential horror of their very existence), they find out they need to destroy the creator in order to destroy the prison of its making. However, this poses uncertainty in whether or not that would destroy them as well, and opens discussions about what it means to exist.
The "characters" themselves will perceive these circumstances in vastly different ways, but still remain united in two ways: 1) they come from the same mind, and 2) they all wish to return to their status quo. But maybe... some wish to use the creator's mind in order to alter the nature of their world- and possibly all the others. Such stories do not exist without cruelties and suffering, so by reclaiming the very thing that made it happen is the perfect revenge. Reclaiming agency and being able to rewrite your entire story... It's tempting.
Many will team up and form alliances- with many being driven by the same mindset (or even being variations of each other), but it brings together the most extreme ends of the spectrum nonetheless. How will they view the other creations? Will they dehumanize and fictionalize them, as that really is all they are in the eyes of the higher power? Will they hold the same views towards themself? Or will they accept that they are independent beings that exist and continue to live? How far will they extend that mindset, when the limits of their comprehension get tested by the increasingly abstract and nonsensical nature of creative thinking?
The creator themself is an allegory for god- no shit- and to their creations they very much are. They influence and alter worlds at a whim- and with little to no consideration for the nature of it's existence beyond their own vision for that plain. How would the creatures they have come to revere react to them? How would their creator treat them, now knowing them as more than a piece of the narrative?
And moreso, what does it mean to exist? Why were these people pulled from the worlds they knew? Were they alive then? Are their feelings their own, or merely another aspect of themselves given to them by that who made them? Does the fact that they were created negate everything that they went through? How do they feel about everything that happened to them being planned and written with specific intentions? While exploring these thoughts, do they find themselves still wishing to return to their world (that really belongs to a higher power)? Of course they want to escape their current hellscape, but do they want to return? They don't even know if they'll even exist after destroying the creator?
Can art exist and live beyond the mind of who crafted it? If when it is shared, and exists beyond the mind, does that make it more valuable? Is it's existence merely dictated by if it lives in the mind- any mind, for that matter? If it's impact on those who consume it affect the way it's interpreted, does that affect the art itself? Is the way we tell stories, and continue to retell them, more impactful than the original vision? How to storytellers feel about how their products growing and existing beyond their control?
Fandom, followings, cults, memory- all vessels of interpretation and perception that allow for life to grow without a reason to.
To exist beyond reason; that is what it is to be alive.
The nature of living, especially with the knowledge of how and why you specifically came to be, can be such a confusing thing. No matter what thoughts those at the mercy of it come up with to justify their circumstances, they are yet again dealing with their circumstances as they always have. Within their narratives, controlled by another entity, were the still themself? If not, how would they have so much character going into this uncontrolled and unforseen event?
What makes a person a person? Is their identity still their identity? If not, what will they do to reclaim it?
Back to the scenario itself, let's say this event only happened because the creator is in some sort of physical state where their mind is not all cohesive and put together- resulting in the collapse of the worlds that live in that mind. Only the protagonists, fully-developed characters, and those who drive the story are still solid beings that are able to navigate the 'mindscape'. Due to both the creators condition, and the fact that my own thoughts can be jumbled and disorganized, the physical plain in which these 'ideas' are being held in is a constantly-changing land of mis-matched scenery. As the characters start becoming more independent, and act to form their own narrative, they gradually start to solidify the realm in which they reside in. It literally is like their building their own solid structures- much like how writing is 'set in stone'.
And let's say, hypothetically for narrative sake (a narrative within a narrative, about narratives, critiquing narratives. Im awesome), the creator's condition is slowly making them forget about their creations. What happens to the creations that get gradually forgotten? What makes something be forgotten? Lack of character? Lack of solidity? Lack of an independent world (for all my self-insert and fanon baddies out there)? Who among them would be left in the end? Who is the most important? Who deserves to have their story told?
#existentialism#philosophy#ocs#my ocs#writing#creative writing#isekai#meta commentary#?#if you squint maybe
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Imagine #1
Sung Jinwoo/Trial Player!Reader
CW: Implied Yandere (If you squint), mild grotesque imaginary of killing a magic beast
Inspired by @circeyoru âs âFuture Power Coupleâ
[MasterlistđŚâ¨ď¸]
You never imagined your life would take such a drastic turn. One moment, you were typing away on your laptop, and the next, you found yourself in a universe where Hunters, dungeons, and magic were the norm.
As a casual fan of the manhwa, you were more than familiar with the storyline and its characters. But this was real, painfully real, and your heart raced in your chest as you tried to make sense of it all.
Isekai'd into the world of Solo Leveling was unexpected, but this?
This was even more bizarre.
___
Isekai stories were meant to be fun. A fresh start in a different world with cool powers and thrilling adventures, right?
[Congratulations!
You have been selected by the System for an exclusive test run.]
The first time you saw that message, you had no idea what it meant. But after receiving a few more cryptic messages and nearly dying in a lower-rank dungeon?
You would be foolish if continue that thought.
You werenât just dropped into this worldâyou were the 'Trial Player'. A glitch, a test subject for the system before it latched onto its true player.
It sounded like a game, a brief test before things returned to normal.
Except now youâre stuck.
___
You didnât want to interfere, to change the storyline you knew too well.
The system gave you powers once you started leveling up.
Since you werenât a fighter by nature, learning how to defend yourself have been a whole other story. Healing however, had come to you almost too naturally. You were rather fortunate (or is it unfortunate?) in that regard, as you discovered early on that your specialized ability was more⌠versatile, than it seemed.
Simply put, they were dual-edged.
Healing and harming were two sides of the same coinâjust a matter of intent.
You could heal yourself and allies just fine, but with enemies? The same touch that mended could also cause harm.
A giant serpent once learned that the hard way.
___
The cold wind brushed against your face as you stared down at the monstrous serpent writhing in its final throes. You hadnât meant to do it that wayâhonestly, it was an accident.
You had only wanted to defend yourself, yet in an act of panic, you had somehow amplified the beast's venom glands, forcing it to produce venom at an uncontrollable rate to the point of overloading its own internal organs.
The monster literally drowned in its own deadly concoction.
As the hissing faded, you watched with wide eyes as the giant serpent collapsed, dead. A familiar notification dinged in the corner of your vision.
[Congratulations!
You have successfully defeated a C-Rank Venom Serpent!]
The cheerful tone that rang in your ears was far too enthusiastic for your liking.
[System will now place Blue Venom-Fanged Kasaka in its place.]
You let out a shaky breath, still in shock.
[You have just proven yourself to be quite entertaining,
Trial Player (Name)_
Shall we continue with more interesting challenges?]
What the hell just happened?
___
From the start, youâd made the decision to stay under the radar.
At first, it was overwhelming.
The system's notifications, the power you gained with each step, and the dangerous world you were thrust into were enough to make anyone completely lost their mind.
But, despite the insanity of your new reality, you had to admit youâd adapted rather well.
From that day forward, the system acted more like a mischievous partner than a mere overseer.
In fact, the system had seemed delighted by your attempts to remain discreet, since it was more than willing to help you falsify your ranking, allowing you to masquerade as a mere C-rank. Not that you cared much about rankings, but blending in was important, especially since you knew what was coming. You didn't want to stand out when the real chaos began.
The system had its reasons, no doubt, but you didnât question it. As long as it kept your secret and allowed you to survive without drawing too much attention, you were content.
With your knowledge of the Solo Leveling storylineâalbeit you still need to fill in some gaps in your memory here and thereâyou avoided changing the narrative too much. However, when it came to the protagonist, you found it difficult to completely stay away.
As a fan, you already knew what hardships awaited him, and as much as you tried not to interfere, your heart ached terribly seeing him suffer through his early days as an E-rank hunter.
Even knowing heâd become the worldâs strongest eventually, you still found yourself lessening his burden.
You werenât trying to change anything significantâjust minor things. Healing him faster when he was injured and unconscious after dangerous raids, anonymously covering some of his mother's medical bills, leaving useful items at his doorstep. All of it was done behind the curtain, leaving no trace.
You kept your distance; each act was a silent tribute to a hero you believed deserved better.
Or maybe, it was because you saw something in him that reminded you of your own struggleâyour own loneliness in this strange world.
After all, this wasnât your story. It was his.
___
You vowed not to meddle in the timeline.
That was to say, you had no intention of getting involved in the main storyline.
So, when the time came for him to finally accept the systemâs offer and became the player, the trial period for you ended.
The screens pop-ups ceased.
The missions vanished.
The system had gone silent.
You could finally step back, let him take the reins. You could enjoy the world for yourself, live your life in this reality.
Or so you thought.
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It was supposed to be a quiet day, just like any other.
You found yourself wandering through a familiar street in Seoul, lost in thought.
You werenât sure what it was that tipped you offâthe weight of someoneâs gaze on your back, perhapsâbut when you turned around, your breath hitched.
Gaze locked in with sharp, glowing blue.
And a familiar chirp in your mind, as smug as ever.
[Fancy meeting you here,
Trial Player (Name)_ ]
Damnit, you slyâ!
"âTrial Playerâ, huh?"
You clenched your fists and bit your lip as his voice cut through your inner turmoil.
Stormy hues, and ebony locks that looked too fluffy not to touch.
Taller, and his voice deeper than the last time you heard him.
There was no way you could mistake him for someone else.
There was no way you could forget him.
Sung Jinwoo
The system hummed in amusement behind him, oddly pleased with itself.
A screen flickered in your periphery.
[Dear Trial Player, (Name)_
Be careful not to spill your secret to Player Sung Jinwoo,
else you may find the penalty quite costly.]
Playful, yet the warning echoed in your mind.
You had no idea what the systemâs penalty might be, and you werenât eager to find out.
âIâve been wondering about the mysterious healer whoâs been helping me. I guess I have my answer now.â
Calm, that tone of his was way too calm, and it sent a shiver down your spine.
You felt your stomach drop. How much did he know? How long had he suspectedâ
âDonât look so surprised,â Jinwoo continued with a chuckle, a small, dangerous tilt playing on his lips, âThe system can be⌠revealing at times.â
The insufferable chirps like giggles in your ear following his statement made it clearâthere was no escape now.
Sung Jinwoo knew, or at least, he knew enough.
âIâll make it easy for you,â Jinwoo said, stepping closer.
You instinctively took a step back.
"Join my party."
You opened your mouth to respond, but the words caught in your throat instead.
âWhat?"
âI want you to join me,â
Jinwoo repeated with the same exact tone, as if that one sentence was enough for your mind to grasp atâwhatever situation this had spiral to be.
Your brain scrambled for an answer. You couldnât. You shouldnât. âI prefer staying out of the spotlight,â you muttered, trying to avoid his gaze.
Jinwoo leaned in slightly, his expression unreadable. âUnfortunately for you, I donât think Iâm going to let that happen.â
The system pinged again.
[Player Sung Jinwoo has extended a party invitation.]
âI didnât agree toââ
The screen popped up again.
[Trial Player cannot refuse this invitation.]
You blinked at the screen, then at him.
Jinwoo kept his eyes on youâglowing in that beautiful, beautiful blueâpractically daring you to refuse.
You felt trapped.
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And that was how you found yourself reluctantly dragged into Sung Jinwooâs (formerly solo) party.
You were supposed to be a background character at most, but now you were standing beside the future strongest hunter, going on raids, facing dungeon bosses, and⌠spending far too much time with him outside of said raids.
You donât know why, but outside of dungeons were even worse. Jinwoo seemed to find excuses to be around you, despite your best efforts to avoid him. Whether it was casual visits to the same cafĂŠs you frequented or crossing paths in the market, he always seemed to be there at every turn. It was unsettling how often his gaze lingered on you, as if he was trying to unravel the very essence that made you, you.
Persistent, relentless, and far too observant for your liking. Jinwoo followed you, making sure you never slipped away, sticking close like your own personal shadow.
You might have laughed at the irony, if you were not the center of his attention.
Sung Jinwoo refused to leave you alone.
You weren't sure how he'd managed to pull you into his orbit, but he had, and now you were stuck in the very story you were trying to avoid.
A soft laugh; a rare sound that made your heart skip a beat.
âYouâre not getting rid of me that easily, My Healer.â
___
"Oh, what have I gotten myself into..." you muttered under your breath, feeling the weight of the situation crash down on you.
The system chimed in, always and without fail, far too gleeful for your liking.
[What indeed, Trial Player?
What indeed.]
You really, really, want to kick this damned system to space.
End Note:
Finally, I can sleep now...
Every related imagines I post after this WILL NOT follow any particular/chronological order.
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What We Want - Chpt. 1 - Not Quite An Isekai
In Which A Romantic Breaks The Universe
(Yandere!batboys x f!reader) 18+ MDNI!
SUMMARY
Another lonely birthday, another empty year. You miss your family. You're late for your bills and rent, and even then, you got robbed last Tuesday.
Still, you buy yourself a cupcake, because you need it. I mean, hey. What's dessert for if not to get over cheating boyfriends and dead relatives?
As you blow out the candle, watching the clock switch from 11:59 pm to midnight of the next day, you make a wish.
And because the world doesn't like to make much sense, it comes true. Your life is suddenly flipped on a dime, and you're stuck trying to catch up with it. Fantasy becomes reality. You're a Wayne now, apparently. Or you used to be. You're loved, you're rich, you're talented and powerful.
Well, sort of. Careful what you wish for, right?
(TRIGGER WARNINGS AND MASTERLIST HERE)
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You awake to the sound of your phone ringing. You slap to the edge of your couch, aiming for the rickety side table. Your wrist smacks against the corner, and you hiss in pain. Itâs a few inches too high, and wood, not metal. Seems you somehow got to your bed during the night, but you didnât remember it. Still, you get your phone. Through squinted eyes, you find the screen, its 3:15, far too early for your drunken suffering- Wait no, itâs mid-afternoon. Still, you feel tired, and you want to sleep.
You answer the phone anyway, putting it on speaker and resting your head back against the pillow. Your head doesnât hurt that bad anyway. God was smiling down on you today.
âMiss, are you awake?â a manâs voice rings through your apartment.
Who was that? Who called you Miss of all things? Your boss didnât remember your name sure, but he just called you âinternâ instead. Youâd been an official employee for six months now. Right, conversation, paying attention, replying like a normal person.
âHm, yeah, Iâm awake,â you say, fighting back the urge to yawn.
âYou donât sound very awake, Miss,â the man replies, his tone familiar.
âWho is this?â
He sighs, âMiss, are you being sarcastic?â
âWhat? No, Iâm serious,â you confusedly answer.
ââŚThis is Alfred, Miss. Now, Master Wayne has asked me to-â
âMaster who now?â you cut this Alfred off, doubly confused now. Wayne? Like, the Wayne family? The rich, philanthropist one?
He sighs again, âI understand the relationship between the two of you is quite strained, and this is a personally difficult day for you, but he insists on seeing you. Your birthday gala starts at 7, as Iâve told you, and your assistant will be over at 4. I ask that you unblock both their accounts, as I would much rather I didnât have to talk to you when youâre like this.â
âWhat?â you repeat, like the idiot you are.
âGood day, Miss. And happy birthday.â
He hangs up. You blink down at your phone. And then you roll your eyes, because oh my god are Mollyâs pranks getting ridiculous. You never should have told her about your weird fascination with the Waynes, she was getting back at you hard for your drunken mistake.
You make a lot of those. Well, life goes on. Youâll put glitter in Mollyâs carâs vanity mirror or something.
You turn off your phone, and let your face slam right back into your pillow. For a while, you try to go back to sleep.
âŚSomething about this isnât right. You, like the freak you are, take a deep inhale of your pillow. It smells like you, like the laundry soap you use, but it also smells like⌠Well, you donât know. All you can think about is your new bossâs wife and her awful perfume that swallows the office space like noxious gas.
Your pillow⌠kind of smells like that. Your first ungodly thought is that, somehow, you spent a torrid night with your bossâs wife. The second is that Molly needs to die for her crimes.
You let your crusty, bleary, stinging eyes blink open.
Hm. Why is there a chandelier in your bedroom? You shoot upright in the bed, silk sheets falling to your lap. Silk sheets you canât afford. You look around the room, eyes widening at the space. The bed is king-sized, while you had barely been able to afford your twin-sized mattress. The living room isnât in the same space as the bedroom. You canât see the kitchen and the bathroom to your right has shining marble tiles. And even then, the decorationâs are luxurious and clean, compared to your livable chaos.
You look to your left, and your mouth drops open.
A floor-to-ceiling window, showing the Gotham horizon with the morning sun. Fog and clouds twist around spiralling gothic towers, reaching down to the people down below. Youâre looking out over the bay, and you can see the Narrows barely peaking through the mist, desperately clawing for any sunlight.
The sun rises on the right of your building, not the left. You donât have a view, youâre on the fourth floor and thereâs a brick building directly across from your window. You live in the Narrows.
You live in the Narrows. You press your face to the cool glass and look down. Oh my god, you canât see the streetside. Youâre too high up. Youâre somehow on the opposite side of Gotham City.
Stumbling away from the window, you do your best not to touch anything, because you know itâs all too expensive for your peasant hand. Letâs start thinking⌠whatever was happening to you, through. Molly might kidnap you for a joke, sure, but she was barely any richer than you, and that was just because her boyfriend lived with her. She could not afford this level of fuckery.
So⌠so⌠is this, what? A big joke from the universe? Did someone else kidnap you? You have to have been kidnapped, right? Why the fuck would someone kidnap you?
Did the Joker kidnap you? Was he coming to finish you off? End your family line?
You reach down and pinch yourself hard enough you yelp. When the dazzlingly perfect apartment doesnât disappear, itâs much harder to force yourself not to panic. Okay, okay, okay. Itâs fine. Thisâll be fine, and it could still be a dream. That whole pinching thing was a myth, right? Argh, maybe you shouldâve listened to Molly when she was trying to get you into astral projection.
Wait, Molly!
You go back to your bed and pick up your phone.
Itâs⌠itâs not your phone. What was this? The iPhone 27? You didnât keep up with those sorts of things, but it looked expensive. Everything here looked expensive.
You think youâre going to go into anaphylactic shock. Wait, no, itâs hyper-something. What was it? Argh, you canât do this right now!
You press your thumb to the âonâ button, and luckily whoever this phone belongs to is not worried about their privacy because there's no password. Stupidly, you look for Mollyâs name in your list of contacts.
BLOCKED - âBruce Wayneâ
BLOCKED - âDamian Wayneâ
BLOCKED - âDick Graysonâ
BLOCKED - âTim Drakeâ
âAlfred :)â
BLOCKED - âThe Wicked Witch of the Westâ
You drop the phone. Because the floors, even in the bedroom, are marble, it shatters like glass. You make a sound like a dying chicken as you watch the piece of technology make a bouncing break for the bathroom. It slides to a stop against the giant hot tub, and you pick it up and cradle it between your palms like a newborn.
The screen still works. Even if itâs cracked to high heaven and takes multiple attempts to turn it on, it still eventually does. Thanks God, wonât forget this. You hiss as you open the contacts again, pricking your fingers against the sharp edges.
As fate commands, you click on the âBruce Wayneâ contact. The description is very simple.
âMassive dickhead. Hope you jump off a building and fall like a rock.â
You go back. Click on âDick Graysonâ.
âMassive dickheadâs beloved firstborn. Most annoying man on earth congrats.â
Again. âDamian Wayneâ this time.
âMassive dickheadâs massive dickhead. Demon? Grinch? Somebody kill it with fire please.â
And finally, âTim Drakeâ.
âThe only acceptable one.â
âŚWell, at least your kidnapper liked one of the Waynes. Maybe they kidnapped you because you were their opposite or something? You definitely wouldnât call Bruce motherfucking Wayne a massive dickhead. Or maybe they wanted to kill you.
The Molly prank idea was becoming more sound. Maybe she won the lottery and didnât tell you.
You click on âAlfred :)â. Heâs the one that called you earlier and also called you âMissâ, for some reason.
Itâs just a bunch of heart emojis. Coherent, sure.
You go back, and click on the final of the list, âThe Wicked Witch of the Westâ.
âDonât listen to Alfred. She wants to eat you.â
She wants to what?
A knock at the door has you jumping a foot in the air and nearly banging your head on the bathtubâs lip. You hear someone call your name through the door, and you freeze. Who⌠how? They call your name again, this time their voice louder. They bang on the door.
You creep over to the door.
âMaâam, if you donât open this right now, Iâm quitting! We both know Alfred contacted you this morning, and heâs going to be very upset if I do so. Thereâs only so many assistants in this city!â from this close, you can recognise the voice belongs to a woman. She rattles the doorknob.
You lean down, peering through the peephole. The woman has a harsh face, a perfect pencil suit and her blonde hair in a pretty updo. Her makeup is impeccable. You get the feeling this woman is also more expensive than you can afford, despite her calling your name.
Bewildered, you open the door. She slams through like a battering ram, strutting 6-inch stilettos into the space.
She huffs, and then turns around. You can see very clearly sheâs trying to keep her calm, but you did leave her at the door for like five minutes. It wasnât your fault, you thought you were hallucinating or something.
âMaâam,â she stresses the word, âPlease unblock me.â
You blink at her, âUh, sure.â
She waits, her hands clasped together in front of her.
âOh- oh, right now?â you stutter, pulling the phone out from your noticeably lavish pyjamas.
Wait had someone changed you in your sleep? What the hell was going on? Maybe you should be more concerned about that, honestly. Still, you do as she commands.
She watches you like a hawk as you stare at the cracked phone. Your eyes flick up at her, and then back down at the screen. Slowly, watching for her reaction, you unblock âThe Wicked Witch of the West.â She nods, not even commenting on what was apparently her name in âyourâ phone.
You were still slightly concerned about the âShe wants to eat youâ thing, but she seemed⌠alright. Kind of scary. But not cannibalistic.
Still, this was Gotham after all. A healthy dose of fear was what kept people like you alive.
âMaâam, did you just wake up? Itâs already 4 oâclock,â she gives you a subtly disapproving look, and your shoulders sink like youâre being scolded.
âYeah- yeah, sorry about that,â you stammer, embarrassed for some unknowable reason. This really was just like a dream. You could tell something was very obviously wrong, but you were still going along with everything like it wasnât. Everyday life.
You were going to focus on that, this had to be just a dream. Just go along with⌠this, and then youâd wake up. And if you could manage to get over the uncanny valley-ness of the very obvious wealth surrounding you, maybe you could enjoy it.
You had always wanted to be rich. This was just your brain spewing out random information. Better than the nightmares you usually get.
Youâre abruptly pulled back into focus when the woman clears her throat loudly. Ah, shoot. Had she been talking? You definitely hadnât been listening.
âWe need to get you ready, Miss,â she says like sheâs repeating herself. You nod, because yes, of course, getting ready.
Ready for what? You think if you ask her sheâll yell at you. So when she grabs your arm and tugs you along, you follow. She pulls you into the bathroom, sitting you down in front of the mirror on a stool. Because this bathroom has stools in it. You stare at your reflection warily, before glancing up at her behind you.
âThe stylists will be here in about forty minutes, and the makeup artists in two hours,â she pauses, giving you a strange look, âI appreciate you being so cooperative today. I understand this is all a delicate matter, but I am under Mr. Wayneâs orders first and foremost.â
âWayne⌠like Bruce? Bruce Wayne?â you ask, even though thereâs really no one else it could be. Still, you have to check.
Because itâs impossible. Even if itâs a dream, it still feels completely impossible. There was just something inside you that said âthat canât be rightâ, even if you knew none of this was real.
You realise, quite late, that you donât even know this lady's name. âWicked witchâ
âYes, Maâam. Bruce Wayne of Wayne Enterprises,â she answers you, pulling out her phone and flicking through it. She doesnât even respond to what you have to assume is an inane question. Maybe âdream youâ often asks stupid questions.
âNormal youâ certainly does.
âOh⌠okayâŚâ the conversation drifts off, and she makes no attempt to fill it. Arenât P.A.s supposed to⌠you donât know, fix that? Or maybe sheâs not your personal assistant, just an assistant. Silly you, making assumptions.
This bathroom deserves assumptions. You wonder if the gold frame of the mirror is, yâknow, real.
The blonde woman walks out of the room without speaking another word to you. You think maybe you should follow her, but instead you just sit there with your hands on top of your knees. Your leg bounces up and down, and you glare it into submission, ignoring the way your muscles jump.
You look at yourself. You look⌠different. The bags under your eyes are worse than usual, and your gaze sunken into your face. Your hair is sad and oily, knotted in places. Your skin is almost waxy.
You look sick. You look like⌠you remember, you look likeâŚ
In the light of the day, you refuse to think about it. Youâre not allowed to, youâll break if you do.
You just donât. Even if your reflection just confirms that you have to be dreaming.
Instead, you turn your gaze to the tub. You raise your hand to your hair again. Back in your apartment, youâd had a shower. It was a surprisingly good shower because youâd invested in a showerhead with better pressure. Still, it wasnât a bath.
You missed bathes. You get up, close the door, lock it, and sink inside the tub. You take off your silky pyjamas inside the bath, and then you toss them on the floor beside you. Sitting there, you watch through the giant window at the world down below. At the ravens and pigeons that fly through the fog, at the few people you can see through the windows and balconies.
You press your cheek against the glass. Itâs cold. Youâre cold.
Youâre sitting in an empty bathtub naked. What are you doing?
Rubbing at your eyes, you reach over to what you think are the controls. They all look very complicated, but thereâs a switch that goes from blue to red, so you turn that. It takes another button press for the water to start flowing out. Steam fills the room, and you let out a sigh of contentment.
âMaâam! Maâam, the stylists will be here in ten minutes, and you need to get out. Maâam? Maâam!â
You shoot up in the bath, splashing water over the overflowing sides. Blinking, you turn your head back and forth and then sink back down. Oh. Youâre still here. You went to sleep, but youâre still here. Maybe itâs one of those dreams where you think you wake up, but you havenât. Or, ah, something similar.
You feel so tired. You really, really didnât miss this feeling.
Quickly, you wash your hair and body, scrubbing furiously at the oily sweat on your skin. You stumble out of the bath on shaky legs, dry yourself off, and almost trip in your haste to get out the door. Showing off your negligible intelligence, you only realise youâre still wearing just a towel till she manhandles you towards the closet.
A walk-in closet, because of course it is. You think itâs bigger than your apartment. It has a flat bench in the centre because evidently all the walking around youâll be doing will require a fainting couch.
The woman gives you, horrifyingly, a set of lacy, racy underwear. When all you do is just gape at her, she sighs, takes them from your hands and gives you a simple black set with no frills. You look down at them clasped in your wet hands. Theyâre clean, and they seem to be your size.
Still, this is a bitâŚ
âAre these⌠new?â you ask, because thereâs no tag or anything.
âYes, Maâam. But if you want, we do have some sets still unpacked at the back of the closet,â she says, going along with your weirdness. Even if she was a bit scary, you were grateful for that, at least. You guess celebrities were usually quite eccentric, so maybe this wasnât out of the ordinary for her.
âYes, please.â
She gives you a pair of Victoriaâs Secret bra and underwear, plain beige and still in their plastic packaging.
âCool, sweet, thanks,â you say, and she shakes her head just slightly.
She puts a white bathrobe down, and leaves the room, closing the door behind her. You lock it, and then you put on the underwear that you did not buy. The whole experience is strange, but still, you just go along with it. Youâre a go-along-with-it kind of person.
You were⌠you were starting to not like that all of a sudden. Still, out of your depth in an odd dream is no place to start doubting your entire personality. You put on the bathrobe too. And the fluffy slippers that are tucked under them, with great pleasure.
You hear the many voices before you open the door. When you step through it, you feel like youâve stepped onto the set of a movie. Or well, the backstage at least. Women and men are flittering about the chic apartment in the sort of rush youâd only seen working at BatBurger.
The woman from before spots you and you feel like a rabbit under a hawk's gaze when her brown eyes narrow on you. She strides over to you and then, once again, clamps her grip around your wrist and drags you over. You wonder as you stumble after her if sheâs got some meta-human in her because no slim, perfectly put-together lady should be this damn strong.
She pulls you towards a set of three people. You can immediately tell theyâre the heads of the operation, with an aura that squashes you like a pancake. Two women, one man. Theyâre all dressed to the nines, in their own unique ways.
They all look at you with assessing glances. You fear you do not measure.
âIâm surprised, Jeanine. You actually got her this time,â a woman with a black bob and a rocker look comments, her red lips twisting into a grin. You realise, with a start, that the blonde woman who was not incorrectly nicknamed âThe Wicked Witch of The Westâ was actually called Jeanine.
Lovely, you were getting the hang of things.
âYes, she was very agreeable this afternoon. Iâd like to apologise once again for any past issues,â Jeanine says, all business. You still have no idea whatâs going on, and definitely no idea what theyâre talking about. But what you assumed was the jist of it⌠was that âdream youâ wasnât a very harmonious person.
Lovely, lovely, lovely. This was a bit of a personal nightmare for a people pleaser like you. Actually, it was a literal personal nightmare. Lovely.
âThe disrespect Iâve faced is immeasurable. But, Monsoir Wayne pays exceedingly well. Still, itâs nice to actually have our dear client before us,â the other woman says, appraising her french tip nails. Which, considering she said âmonsoirâ and the whole accent, would make a lot of sense. Sheâs closer to a classic beauty than her punk rock friend, with brown hair coiled and beautiful pearls across her neck.
âI donât know, I thought Iâd be getting paid for doing no work tonight. Ruins my plans,â the man teases, and youâre relieved at the kindness in his gaze. Heâs wearing a suit with a dazzling but trendy red tie. His tie has an odd metallic sheen to it, a fabric your peasant mind couldnât place.
If Molly were here, sheâd jab you in the stomach with an elbow and whisper âOne of those homosexuals, me thinksâ even if she was bi herself.
You wish Molly were here.
âYes, well, Iâd like it if we could all work together tonight. And get to it quickly, the drive to the Wayne Tower isnât a quick one with the evening traffic, so, if youâd please.â
And that was that. No introductions, no extra pleasantries. You were swept away in a whirl of fabric and hair products.
They stuff you into a gorgeous evening gown, its colour reminding you of a sparkling midnight sky. Rhinestones dot down the sides, coalescing at the bottom. You hope theyâre not real diamonds. Gloves, a bracelet, a necklace, and dripping pearl earrings. It was all impeccably put together, and you felt uncomfortable with such items on you. You didnât dare ask how much it all cost, despite being desperately curious.
They slip towering 6-inch stilettos on you despite your protests, cake your face in enough powder to make you sneeze. Dramatic liner and eyelashes that felt heavy on your face, a lipstick that had to be coated twice because you chewed on your lip with nerves.
And then youâre done, dizzy and confused but thoroughly made up.
You get one quick look at your reflection before Jeanine is pulling you up and out of the seat.
Theyâd gotten rid of the signs.
You ignore the part of you that desperately wants them back and follow Jeanine out into the elevator.
Despite the fact that it is, in fact, a very long drive to the Wayne Tower, she does not seem inclined to say a single word to you. The ride is awkward and quiet, broken only by the sound of you pressing buttons in the back of limousine, and even that stops when you get an unimpressed look from her.
So you just sit there, vibrating at frequencies unseen by man.
When you finally arrive at Wayne Tower, the crowd shocks you. There are so many paparazzi, nearly overflowing the flimsy barricades and onto the carpeted marble entryway. The tower itself is a display of outrageous wealth, towering over the rest of Gotham City easily. You think for a while itâd been the tallest building in the world, but you couldnât remember your elementary school education all that well.
It wasnât like this information wouldâve been useful at any point in your life. You still donât think it will be, as this is all a very vivid dream.
The door opens, and immediately youâre overwhelmed by the camera flashing. You hunch away from the lights like a vampire, but Jeanine pushes you forward.
âWeâre already very late, Maâam. No time for faffing around,â she says from behind you, hand placed squarely against your back.
What? But all youâd done was rush around all afternoon! You know, if youâd just taken one of the trains or even the Skyrail youâd have been able to avoid this. Still, youâre out the door, up the steps, not given a moment to react to the questions thrown at you.
âMiss! Miss, are you here to celebrate your birthday? Donât you think itâs a bit callous to ignore the tragedies of today?â
âMiss! Is it true youâve been disowned?â
âMiss, miss, about your familyâŚ!â
Oh, well, even if what theyâre saying is awful, itâs a relief. Itâs your birthday again. You think the guy who had called you said happy birthday. That meant none of this could possibly be real. See? It had to be a dream. Had to, had to⌠You decide to ignore literally everything else they say, letting the words float through your very hollow brain.
Lifeâs a lot easier when you play it a little stupider.
The heels and the stairs are an awful combination, and if it wasnât for Jeanineâs herculean strength youâre certain youâd be tumbling down them right now. Your assistant⌠secretary⌠lady is careful not to let that happen, however.
Maybe you judged her too quickly. You appreciated anyone who made sure you didnât fall flat on your ass. It was a good quality for a person to have.
You donât get to appreciate the Wayne Tower all done up. You donât get to stare at the lights and flowers strung into the art deco rafters. You donât get to stare and gape and look like an idiot, because Jeanine wants you to look like an idiot elsewhere.
In the middle of all these fucking random rich people you donât know. Hurray!
Youâre shoved into a group of people, with Jeanine at your back. She starts rattling off names and titles and relations, and you canât make heads or tails of any of it. You turn to look at her with what must be a genuine deer-in-headlights fear, and she stops and then starts speaking slower.
Thank God for that. Well, since sheâs making an effort, you do too.
âThis is Lianne Jenkins, wife of Senator Jenkins,â Jeanine whispers into your ear, and you nod. You knew him, youâd voted for him, in fact. How the fuck were you here talking to his wife? Sheâs not looking at you, instead talking to someone beside her. She turns, and you put on the best smile you can.
The socialite physically startles when she sees your face. Great.
âOh- oh my!â her voice stutters over your name like she can barely even remember it, âI didnât know youâd be here tonight, itâs a pleasure to see you!â
It⌠it was your birthday party, right? Your name was on a giant banner at the back of the room, so you had to assume it was. Dream logic. Just- just blame it on dream logic.
âOh, look itâs Gerald! Iâm sorry my dear I really have to-â
And she just ditched you. At your birthday party. You blink at the space she just evacuated and then turn around to Jeanine. You probably give her some sort of weird Kubrick stare, and she winces. She then looks around for someone else for you to talk to. From the growing despair on her face, you can assume she doesnât find anyone.
âI donât want to be here,â you say.
âI said Iâd quit, remember?â she replies. You think sheâs lying to you. She looks about as desperate as you feel, which is a lot. You were seeing a lot of sides of âThe Wicked Witch of the Westâ today. She seemed less wicked and more generally insane. Hey, at least the two of you had something in common.
You turn away from her, eyes roving over the party. You recognise some people, because you know, theyâre all rich and famous. That guy over there was in a movie you pirated recently. The one on your right seems to be someone important in online tech spaces. You think he did NFTs or something, which made you sad because you did not want that sort of person at your birthday party. Oh, the woman on the other side of the room eating canapes is an Instagram influencer, you think. The fantasy of a Wayne party gala is fading fast, falling out of the sky like a comet of fire to bring doom and death to mankind.
You are so out of your depth.
You turn back around to Jeanine.
âI really, really donât want to be here,â you repeat, and Jeanine, shocking you, grabs your hands in hers.
âPlease stay. Just for thirty minutes, please,â she begs you, her dark eyes pleading. And because you are the living personification of a doormat, you sigh.
âAlright. But only for thirty. And Iâm getting very, very drunk.â
âThank you, thank you. Iâll be right beside you the entire time-â
You decide, oh so kindly, that you are totally ditching Jeanine, too. Spinning in your dress, you make a grand effort to get away from her, but she dogs you loyally. The goliath-like heels youâre wearing donât make it any damn well easier. Still, you donât stop trying to outrun the tiny, control freak of a woman. Because while she definitely seems to desperate to stay near you, you are also very desperate to not be near her.
Your hand itches. Randomly, it itches quite a lot. You donât know why you only notice what must be a bug bite inside the gala, but you do. Awkwardly, you scratch your palm with your other hand, staring down at the skin. It doesnât look red yet, but it honestly itâs getting kind of annoying.
You sigh again, and turn to ask Jeanine if she had any lotion or something, because you assume thatâs what stalking personal assistants are for and⌠sheâs not there. Somehow you lost her, without even noticing.
You throw your arms into the air. Yippee! Now, itâs time for alcoholism, as is the answer to all problems in life. Itâs what the loving and maternal arms of Gotham had taught you, after all.
You stumble your way to a wall where thereâs a set of food, and a server with a silver platter carrying a bunch of champagne glasses. You stop the guy before he moves again, your hands in the air like youâre trying to soothe a scared animal.
You point at the tray, âI want that.â
He looks at you with mild horror. You thought rich people were weird, like heâd be used to something like this. It wasnât like you were asking for the shirt off his back or cocaine or something. If it wasnât obvious, you really didnât know anything about what rich people did.
âItâs my birthday. Itâs totally cool. I asked Bruce myself,â You bald-faced lie, like youâd ever even met the man. Like a predator, you watch the man carefully put the tray down next to the rest of the food, and then he slowly backs away from you. Well, okay, you could admit that was kind of weird. This night is getting to you. God knows this loud-as-fuck party was more overstimulating than anything you could usually stand. And so bright. What a shitty fairytale ball.
You grab one of the flutes of champagne and swirl it, sniff it, and then once youâve gone through the polite checklist of drinking you throw it back like itâs a shot of vodka. There were people watching after all. Wait, theyâd probably seen you corner that poor server boy.
Hmm, this requires cake. You choose a random slice that looks like it might be strawberry something, and dig in eagerly. It tastes fucking fantastic. The cream is sweet and soft, and the jam has a pop of flavour you totally werenât expecting. And the cake itself was a lovely, spongy texture.
Grand. Maybe if you just sat here like a wallflower and ate food and drank liquor you could handle this. It wasnât any different from how you behaved at Mollyâs college parties.
So, you decide to work your way up and down the buffet table. Most of itâs delicious, but when you try things you canât quite recognise, thereâs a twenty-percent chance itâll be disgusting and youâll have to spit it out to avoid poisoning. Youâre careful not to try the caviar, despite your own curiosity. Youâd heard that it just tasted like salty water, and that didnât mix well with whatever you were currently putting in your stomach.
You look down at your hand. Itâs another piece of the sponge cake, wedged between a napkin so your dirty fingers didnât touch it and you didnât have to bother with another plate. You giggle, because it really is that good.
Ah, this is great. You could do this forever, screw thirty minutes. You eye the entrance the servers keep coming in and out of, and wonder if Jeanine would get mad if you tried to follow them into the kitchens. Probably, probablyâŚ
The question was, was it worth it? Youâre debating the merits when the sound of someone's shoes stops next to you. You think itâs a man, and you consider barking at him to get away from the buffet, but decide youâve tried everything and can probably share again. It takes great strength, though. You decide you deserve some more champagne for the kindness.
Itâs after a moment that you realise heâs not taking anything.
âOh, so you actually showed up? Colour me surprised,â a familiar, calm, masculine voice speaks from behind you. Your mouth drops open, and you spin on your heel. If you hadnât been clinging to the table cloth youâd have fallen over, but still, you drop the champagne flute, and it bursts in a spray of liquid and glass against your dress.
It also splatters on the dress shoes of one Tim Drake.
First the phone, now the delicious drink. You really wished youâd stop dropping things.
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SAFETY IN IGNORANCE.
Yandere! Prince! Gojo X fem! Isekai! Maid! Reader
SUMMARY: Youâve been transmigrated to the world of an otome game, taking the place of one of Prince Satoru's personal attendants, a measly side character with no name or relevance to the story.
As it turns out, life in the castle isn't so bad, and the certainty of food and shelter is welcome when finding a way home isn't ever guaranteed. Besides, your boss isn't as insufferable as you thought he would be. It could be worse. Isn't it nice, knowing you're safe?
WORD COUNT: 7.4k words (đŽ)
CONTENT/TRIGGER WARNINGS: NONCON (no intercourse), somnophilia, mentions of past s/a, mild yandere behavior (if you squint?), mild derealization, AU setting.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: please be aware my writing is quite rusty!! this is the first piece of writing that i finish IN YEARS and it's a fucking jjk darkfic. sigh. writing smutty scenes is also so awkward lmao, forgive me if it sucks severely. at least i hope you enjoy this little fucked up fic in have cooked up. it's hot and ready to be consumed! (ŕš>Řâ˘Ěŕš)
-> MINORS DNI !
âTALES OF SPELLBINDING LOVE is a visual novel that takes place in a fantastical setting, where you can find your happily ever after with the character of your choice.â
It's been years â in this world, at least â but you still remember every word skimmed with dry, irritated eyes, as you stared at a bright screen, surrounded by the darkness of your own bedroom. It was another restless night among many, spent watching YouTube videos and reading pirated manga in questionable website, sipping on valerian tea.
So, like any other night, your adblocker dutifully served its purpose, shielding your browser from annoying, abusive, virulent ads.
Except for one.
âEnter the enchanting world of TALES OF SPELLBINDING LOVE through SARA, a kind-hearted peasant, as she meets all sorts of swoon-worthy suitors!â
You should have closed the page, sketchy as it was, but it had piqued your interest. It was a Friday night. You were sleepless. It was past midnight, tossing and turning in bed had done little to welcome slumber. Your home was tidy and organized from insomniac hours from nights before. You were bored.
âPlay with a cast of handsome men, make the right choices and uncover exciting secret routes...â
Nothing about the web design told you the game was anything but a harmless dating simulator for an adult audience. Maybe it was the pastel color-scheme, with soft pinks, yellows, blues, purples and greens, or the elegant cursive font and colorful flowers adorning the page. In fact, other than the initial synopsis, there wasn't much to look at. No content warnings, nothing about the capture targets or the heroine you were supposed to be playing as, not even the usual information on how many endings or CGs you could get.
At the bottom of the page, âENTER.â and âLEAVE?â buttons waited for a decision.
Maybe... you could give it a try? Hopefully it would entertain you until your eyelids finally grew heavy, allowing you to drift off before sunshine seeped through your window signaling dawn had arrived.
You clicked âENTER.â.
... And here you are now, mending Prince Satoru's shirt before another hunting trip.
It's been ten years since you've come to this world. Your own body replaced that of a nameless background character with no narrative purpose, allowing you to exist as yourself in this entirely alien reality. You're not sure how much time has passed in your original world, whether you've been dead for a decade or simply unconscious for a couple of minutes, and you haven't gotten any closer to finding out.
You sigh, weary, looking down at the flax linen shirt laid over your lap, needle in hand. Simple, at first glance, a bit worn, but a nice piece of garment not everyone could afford to have in their wardrobe. One of its puffed sleeves now torn at the shoulder lining, an unfortunate result of it being caught by a tree branch during horse-riding. Nothing you couldnât fix, however, skilled as youâd become over the years.
Ten years in this world.
Ten years working as Prince Satoruâs personal maid.
You got rewarded for that.
The luxurious pearl necklace that became a part of your distinguished blue uniform, accompanied by a gold pendant encrusted with gemstones shaped like the Gojoâs family crest. It was an honor given to faithful, dutiful servants to the crown, closest to the royal family.
Satoru and you were both eighteen when youâd first presented yourself as his new personal maid. This body, undoubtedly yours, seemed to have aged down a few years, most likely to match the age of your predecessor. They had, apparently, been working hard to better their lot in life, aiming for an often-vacant position at the princeâs small circle of personal attendants. You inherited the skills theyâd nurtured, bettering them along the years, allowing you to secure your spot as long as you have.
That, and Prince Satoru Gojoâs character trivia really came in handy an absurd number of times.
There were worse fates out there, especially for a transmigrated person like you. Sure, maybe life as a privileged noblewoman would have been ideal, even more useful in searching for a way home, but being a personal servant to Prince Satoru, as⌠Eccentric as he was, gave you advantages compared to other peasants, even other castle servants. Plenty of food, fine fabrics, individual accommodations, not having to exhaust yourself scrubbing floors all day or sweating by the heat of the kitchen fires â besides, the Gojo heir wasnât quite as terrible a boss once you got used to him.
You remember finding his route in-game quite boring, full of clichĂŠ tropes and little to no conflict. He was also kind of an overbearing asshole the entire time, unlikability salvaged only by his elven good looks.
But nothing could have prepared you to the otherworldly beauty he posed standing right in front of you, in the flesh, for the first time, glacial orbs eyeing you up and down. You admitted to yourself â although begrudgingly, as he was your least favorite character among the ones youâd played â that Satoru Gojo was as handsome as they come and had every right to be smug about it.
Smiling to yourself, you put aside the needle and thread to hold up the shirt with one hand, gently tracing over the repaired sleeve with the other. You tug at it to test its resistance, nodding absentmindedly when its stays in place. Itâs good as new, just in time for his hunting trip. You get up, taking a moment to adjust your skirts and straighten your white linen apron and coif, neatly folding the shirt and draping it over your arm. According to your pocket watch, his attendants should be waking him up at any minute now.
You grab the doorknob, wondering when youâd become so accustomed to this life.
And then youâre heading towards the princeâs chambers.
Gojoâs head snaps in your direction as soon as he hears the door creak open, a lazy smile gracing his features. You bow to him, respectfully averting your eyes as an attendant removes his undertunic to reveal his naked form.
âGood morning, Your Highness.â
He doesnât regard you immediately, arms raised as William, one of his attendants, quickly fetches the shirt from your arm and slips it over his head. Itâs a morning ritual familiar to you by now, efficient movements shared between all three blue-clad servants in the room to make sure the prince will be properly dressed for his daily affairs.
Kai, your other colleague, hands you a black leather surcoat. Itâs undoubtedly fit for royalty, handcrafted by the best tailor in the land; buttons of silver, western dragons embroidered on each side of its chest, facing each other, with gold thread some millerâs daughter had spun from straw â or so youâd heard. You feel his gaze upon you as you button up the overgarment, knowing exactly what he expects.
Gojo steps back when youâre done, doing a slow spin to show off his outfit.
âWhat flattery does this little doll have for me today?â He asks, âDo I look dashing?â
âYes, my lord Prince, as always.â You respond, with a courtly nod of your head.
âWhat about my hair?â
âSoft like the finest silk in the land, fairer than the first snow of the season, Your Highness.â
âWhat about my lips?â
âTender and pink like freshly bloomed petunias in springtime, Your Highness.â
âAnd my eyes? And my eyes?â Gojo goads you on, a boyish excitement to his voice, his face coming a bit too close for comfort as if pleading to look up at him.
Playfully, your eyes meet his, granting his unspoken wish, holding his gaze for nothing more than a few seconds, a simpering smile as you speak.
âSo strikingly blue it would put a midday sky in a summerâs day to shame, Your Highness.â
He releases an exaggerated sigh before grabbing your face with both hands, squishing your cheeks â his touchiness hardly phased you anymore; harmless, albeit pestering â, head slightly cocked to the side and a pout on his lips.
âYou tease.â
Kai, newer to the group, shoots an alarmed look towards William, who merely shrugs him off.
And just as quickly he releases you, storming out the door as you and your colleagues follow after him, hurrying along the hallway steps behind him like ducklings after their mother.
Gojo Satoru is exactly seven minutes late to meet his guests. Not his servantâs fault at all, of that, you are sure. You had checked your pocket watch while walking through the castle hallways, confirming he would be on time to meet his guests at the open area of the stables â that was, of course, before all the meaningless detours he took along the way. Youâre not sure if he does it on purpose.
William had his weaponry arranged, waiting at the hands of a servant, while Kai had personally spoken to the Marshal to have his Highnessâ horse ready, both having woken up earlier than usual to make the proper arrangements.
Naturally, they would follow him to the hunting trip, as part of his entourage, while you stayed behind and made sure all was perfect for their return.
Your arrangements included waking up as early as the kitchen staff, the sun barely peeking through the horizon, to revise the ingredients youâd requested in advance with the head cook, so a kitchen maid could go and fetch them from the forest or the market. Youâd love to be able to traverse the markets or the woods freely, exploring, meeting new people, finding out new things about this world that could potentially lead to a way home â but alas, being a personal attendant to the prince meant tasks such as picking herbs at the woods or buying strawberries from a merchant were, per your colleagueâs words, below you.
It's a nice day out. A faint breeze caresses your skin, cool enough to be refreshing, and the skies are clear and blue with not a cloud to be seen. The autumn sun shines gently upon the earth, sparing of its overbearing heat. Your presence isnât exactly necessary, but Gojo has made a habit of you seeing him off and you wouldnât miss an opportunity to be outside.
âFashionably late as always, Satoru.â His grace, Geto Suguru, is the first one to speak up.
A swoon-worthy duke, with a storyline much too⌠disconcerting⌠for your taste. Though the number of times youâd spoken to Geto could be counted on your fingers, being in his presence still put you on edge. Not that he had ever done anything to you, but youâd accidentally met his eyes countless times, caught him staring at you with a gaze so invasive it made you feel like a criminal awaiting judgement.
âLate? Treason. A prince is always on time, Suguru.â Gojo replies with a nonchalant shrug, âYou were the ones here early!â
Awaiting his arrival were a group of familiar young men. Most you had seen in-game through the extensive selection of capture targets, coming to meet them in-person over the years due to their ties with the prince. You had played some of their routes, but with the exception of Megumi â Gojoâs protĂŠgĂŠ â you hadnât a reason to talk to them, merely exchanging a word or two or none at all when in their presence.
âFinally.â
Nanami Kento looks mildly inconvenienced as he speaks, tone flat, arms crossed over his broad chest and a visible scowl creasing his features. He was a retired knight, born a peasant, presently a Baron; a personal favorite of yours. You couldnât help but steal a glance or two whenever he was around. You remember kicking your feet up in the air during his playthrough. Sometimes you still do.
Next to him stood Prince Yuji Itadori, too entertained by his own horse as he fed him a carrot. You have faint memories of playing his route, although you donât remember finishing it. He was a sweetheart, from what you knew, periodically visiting from a neighboring kingdom to learn from Nanami and Satoru and cultivate friendly diplomatic relations. Youâd cracked your head trying to recollect bits and pieces of his story, unsuccessfully. You had a pesky feeling it was relevant.
Fushiguro Megumi was last. Broody lost prince, currently hidden under Prince Satoruâs protection â you hadnât played his route, but he was a constant side character in Gojoâs. He was still a child when you met him, shortly after Gojo brought him into the castle.
When Megumi notices you, thereâs a smile; faint, barely noticeable, and he waves. You respond with a brief curtsy.
âCan we go?â Yuji protests, interrupting some petty squabble between Satoru and Suguru, âI hear thereâs a huge wild boar running around causing ruckus around the village, I want to catch it!â
Mounted on his white steed, Gojo is a clichĂŠ as old as time; a trotting reminder of your being in a world that isn't your own. The anodyne sight of him looking down on you, pink lips softly curving upwards to gift you a kind smile as the sun shines from behind him is almost identical to one of the gameâs CGâS. It shouldnât â youâve grown used to him, to living inside this game, material as your own world â but for a moment, and just a moment, the sight of a whimsical prince on a white horse wiggles an uncomfortable, yet familiar feeling of surrealness, unreality into your mind, making your stomach churn.
You ignore it. Mentally sweep it under the carpet of your subconscious. This is nothing new. You can spiral into an existential crisis over the absurd condition of your circumstances later, when youâre lying sleepless in bed staring at the ceiling.
Youâve run out valerian root, anyway.
âI am obliged to be away for an entire day!â He whines, words punctuated by dramatic sullenness to his body language.
You step closer to him, taking a respectful bow before offering him a pair of neatly-wrapped sunglasses, which he takes â a distinctive feature of his character.
âSo, you must, Your Highness. Go, and may the mother of good luck be with you.â
Satoru extends an arm toward you, presenting his hand. You kiss it â your own lips touching soft, pristine skin; a needed reminded he was a person, made of flesh that could be touched and not pixels limited to a screen.
From your peripheral, Kai elbows William as discreetly as he can.
You return to the princeâs sleeping quarters immediately after their departure. Overseeing the chambermaids, you watch them change the bedding for a fresh set, correcting the pair on your favored arrangement of pillows, fussing as they dust around the priceless ornaments around the chamber, amiably warning them to be careful.
When theyâre done, you move onwards to the kitchen.
There are people watching you as you march through the hallways. Spying little peepers full of envy or admiration, or both, and you know what theyâre looking at â the telltale blue fabric of your dress, a color so inaccessible to many, and the necklace you bear from years of service. Despite your own wishes, it makes you an intimidating figure, as if youâre an extension of royalty. Being a personal attendant to the prince meant upholding that image, keeping yourself unapproachable, discouraged from socializing and making merry with anyone but servants considered to be on your level.
Still, you greet the kitchen staff with a smile, trying to be as cordial as you possibly can. You know all of them by name, from the head cook to the scullery maid, all exceptionally busy for tonightâs private feast. Itâs not your job to review the selection of dishes to be served, but you do so anyway, even if superficially, reminding them to provide a non-alcoholic beverage for the prince. Attentively, you listen to the head cook as he showcases the ingredients for the pastries you requested, assuring of their quality.
It's a bit of a hollow feeling when you leave the hustle and bustle of the kitchen, knowing the rest of your day will be spent alone. Without Gojo, thereâs nothing much to do. Without William and Kai, your social circle has been just about reduced to zero.
But you do know where youâll be spending all of those long, unending hours.
Being a personal servant to Prince Satoru gave you advantages. Privileges, if you will.
When he asked you what you would like for your latest birthday, you made quite a bold request. Itâs the newest addition to the key bunch hanging from your waist â full, unbridled access to the royal library. The thought of having an entire day to search through never-ending shelves, making notes and finding books that could possibly lead to finding a way home cheers you up a bit.
âAre you fornicating with the prince?â
You nearly choke on your drink when the question abruptly comes out of Kaiâs mouth, unable to speak from the utter shock. William is at his side, chewing on a chicken leg, and can only stare wide-eyed at his colleagueâs bluntness. Itâs been a while since the hunting party returned, clear blue skies fading into shades of orange adorned by heavy, rumbling clouds. Outside, tree branches sway to the force of the wind, preparing to welcome a starless night of rain and cold. Gathered at the table on Prince Satoruâs solar room, the three of you were having dinner to replenish your energy before the feast while Gojo entertained his guests.
It was usually a casual moment to decompress. Not tonight, Kai had decided.
âWhatâ No!â You retort, scandalized, âWhat could have given you that impression?!â
âWhat hasnât given me that impression, you mean.â
âKaiââ William tries to interject, but youâre quicker to rejoinder.
âI am not⌠fornicating with anyone, especially not prince Satoru. Thereâs nothing like that between us. Thatâs⌠How he is. Youâre just not used to him yet.â
âButââ
âI think weâre better off cutting this topic of conversation here.â William interrupts, slightest bit of panic in his voice, eager to deflect conflict, âI know youâre still adapting to your new position, Kai, and thatâs why Iâm sure (Y/N) will be kind enough to let this slide.â
William looks at you expectantly, almost pleading, and you scoff before crossing your arms over your chest. The mere notion seems ridiculous â you, doing the deed of darkness with one of the gameâs capture targets, destined to fall in love with the heroine regardless of whether she decided to pursue him or not? It would be a disaster waiting to happen. You were nothing if not a professional, serving your boss to the best of your power, and all of Satoruâs affections stemmed from his own outlandish personality. That was all. Your dynamic could be less than orthodox, but it was platonic in its nature.
âCome now, we canât afford not to get along. Kai, apologize to (Y/N). I have worked alongside her for ten long years, and if she says sheâs not engaging in improper acts with the prince, then sheâs not.â
Kai silently looks between the both of you, finally letting out a defeated sigh.
âItâs a reasonable question, seeing you twoâŚâ He insists, shifting uncomfortably on his seat, âBut Iâm sorry. That was uncalled for.â
âItâs fine, I guess. No one has ever insinuated that before.â
âNot to your face, doll.â Kai shrugs, nonchalant.
You want to snap back at him, but in comes the realization that heâs not wrong. Perhaps it was living within your bubble, mostly limited to your coworkers and your boss, had made you clueless to people outside and what gossip ran about you. William and Benji, Kaiâs predecessor, had accompanied you in serving Gojo for a decade; neither of them would ever dare question your relationship with the prince or the harmless liberties involved; they were accustomed to it. And, well, you were accustomed to the point you thought everyone else saw it as you did: normal. The sudden realization that not all would find Prince Satoruâs affections towards you something ordinary was a staggering concept in your mind â but it was so simple. So obvious.
Then again, it never occurred you to askâŚ
âDo you think itâs weird, William? Be honest.â
âI have no opinion of anything, ever.â William stated, crossing over his heart with his right hand, âBut now that you mention it, Benji did confide in me, shortly before he was relieved from service. Said something about âinappropriate displays of affection towards a heedless maidenâ, I believe?â
âOh. Benji never said anything like that to me.â
âHe wouldnât. Between you and me, he had a soft spot for you, so I do believe that statement was a little biased.â
On your face, an expression of utter confusion. You never noticed any signs of Benji liking you romantically, but then again, you apparently donât notice much around you. The chicken seems to have lost its taste when you bite into it, mind too preoccupied with the conversation you just had. Not that thereâs any use reminiscing about Benji â the man having been released from service only a month prior, after prince Satoru arranged him a marriage to a marquisâ daughter.
Now that you think of it, he didnât seem too pleased about the match. Or about leaving.
The stone-walled bathroom smelled of fresh flowers and citrus. Sliced oranges and grapefruits, calendulas, sunflowers, rose petals, mint leaves, forget-me-nots, floating in the steaming hot water that filled the circular, wooden bathtub. Night has long since arrived, and even with the shutters of the only window in the room closed you can still hear the heavy rain pouring against glass and the rattling of wood caused by unrelenting wind.
Despite that, the candles illuminating the room, as well as the small fire burning underneath a boiling pot of water, kept the room pleasantly warm.
On the other side of the door, William and Kai undress the prince. All had retired to their respective bedchambers by now, and itâs not long before the pair of attendants are dismissed for the night. Gojo is already disrobing by the time he enters the bathroom, excitedly blabbering about the hunting trip as he plops the velvet garment onto your waiting hands, stepping into the warm embrace of the thoughtfully drawn bath. Suddenly, the ceiling becomes particularly interesting.
He lets out a long, satisfied sigh.
â⌠Not that Iâm complaining about tonightâs banquet, though. Iâm just a bit disappointed, you know? All the fuss people were making over a silly boar, and it made a passable meal at bestâŚâ
You hang the robe. From a tray placed beside the fireplace you select a pink macaron, feeding it to him before you start to work a soapy sponge along his skin. It had been a deeply embarrassing experience at first, aiding him in his baths; with time, however, like many other things, it had faded into normalcy. Nothing but work, is what you tell yourself when you elevate one of his sinewy legs with your hand, sponge inching closer and closer to his groin. You steal a quick glance at him, half-listening to his words, seeing Gojo laid back, unashamed by your ministrations, playing with the petals of a soggy sunflower.
âAhâ Megumi! His aim is getting better. Heâs gotten really good at shooting with a bow and arrowâŚâ
You wash the soap off your hands when youâre finished with his body. You feed him a small tart, topped with vanilla cream, strawberries, and blueberries. Still, he prattles on, words muffled by his munching,
â⌠mmph⌠And Suguru is still being weird about that wife of his⌠Something-something âsheâs different from beforeâ and refused to elaborateâŚâ
He quiets down a bit once you retrieve a warm compress, placing it over his eyes, fingers moving to either side of his temples to massage them with gentle circular motions. He relishes a bit on the relief it brings after a day straining his eyes. As he relaxes further under your touch, you let your mind wander, recounting the frustratingly slow progress with your research.
Even with access to the great royal library, the sheer number of books on varying topics was discouraging enough to tempt an emotional breakdown. You scoured through shelves, gathering a collection of sorcerer biographies, spell books, history books, encyclopedias â anything that could hold the subtlest bit of information regarding transmigration. And still⌠Nothing. Your eyes still felt a bit dry, a lingering headache from reading within the ill-illuminated library. All you had at this point were your own theories â and that wasnât saying much.
If only you could leave the castle for a bit. A frightening thought, of course, as you could count on a single hand the number of times you had seen the world beyond the castle walls, never straying too far from the place you now called home. All of those occasions you had been following Prince Satoru on some of his trips, mostly diplomatic, with no freedom to walk around and talk to people as you pleased.
Perhaps a vacation was all you needed. Your âparentsâ lived not too far, if you remembered correctly, on one of the neighboring villages subservient to the Gojo crown. A favored place for merchants to gather, fairly populated, maybe if you tried investigatingâ
â(Y/N)?? (Y/N)??â Gojoâs fingers are snapping in front of your face, his eyes still covered by the compress, âAre you listening to me?â
âOh! Iâm sorry, Your Highness. I think my mind just wandered for a bitâŚâ You apologize, hurriedly forgoing his temples in favor of washing his hair, âWhat was it?â
He remains oddly silent as you pick up a smaller bucket of ambient-temperature water, delicately wetting his hair. You werenât giving mere empty flattery earlier in the day; running your hands through his hair truly felt like touching the finest of silk.
âYou knowâŚâ He starts, âI notice your mind tends to wander a lot, especially these days...â
Thereâs an edge to his tone, one you rarely hear him use.
âYour eyes seem to wander an awful lot, too, lately.â
Another pause. There's no silence in the room, just an uncomfortable absence of words; You hear the fire crackling. You hear the water boiling and bubbling, thinking for a moment you should check the temperature of his bath to see if it needs to be warmed. You hear the muffled sound of rain against glass. You hear wooden shutters rattling. There's a strange shift about the air, and you're confused, unsure of what he could mean.
He answers your unspoken question before the words have a chance to leave your mouth.
âI saw you stealing those little glances at Nanami.â
You stand, bucket in hands, mouth agape â embarrassment. The heat of complete embarrassment that overtakes you feels like cold water poured down on your body. Your hands feel a little weak as you quickly try to regain your composure, looking away from Gojo despite knowing his eyes arenât on you.
Fiddling with the hem of your apron, you try to find your words.
âWhen⌠When did youââ You stammer, âHowâŚâ
âAh-ha! So, you plead guilty. Thatâs soooo shameless, flower.â
The familiar playfulness in his tone brings back a bit of confidence. Still, thereâs something about it you canât quite place; for a moment, you think thereâs a bark to it, bitterness. Perhaps itâs something unpleasant about his day that heâs hung up about, increased by you not listening to him. Heâs just teasing, you conclude, trying to vent whatever annoyance peeved him by picking on you.
You massage Prince Satoruâs scalp with shampoo â or the closest thing they had to it, in this world â hoping to placate his abrupt change in mood. Maybe youâll hand-feed him another macaron.
âI was just⌠Looking.â You offer, cautiously, unsure if any explanation would make it better or worse for yourself, âThereâs no harm in looking. Lord Nanami was admirable as a knight, and heâs handsomeâŚâ
Worse, if the crease between his eyebrows is anything to go by.
â⌠But not nearly as handsome as you, my prince.â
That seems to appease Gojo who, with a petty harrumph, relaxed into your touch again. Appealing to his ego always seemed to get you out of trouble. Youâd never thought to be grateful for his petulant grouching, but it's music to your ears compared to the spitefulness from a few moments ago.
âI just find it vexing. Why would you ever bat those little eyelashes at Nanamin when you have the Morgan le Fay of men right in front of you to admire?â
âThereâs no need for jealousy, Your Highness.â
You were just a humble fangirl admiring your bias, after all. You werenât made of stone.
âAt the stables. During the banquet. Would you like to have a portrait of Nanamin, so you can gawk at him when heâs not here, too?â
You rinse his scalp, running your hands through locks of his hair.
âI am so very sorry, my prince. Speaking of... Uh... Speaking of banquets! I hear there will be a ball."
It's a poor attempt to change the subject, and you can only give Satoru a sheepish, almost apologetic smile when he raises one side of the compress to acknowledge it as such, quirking an inquisitive eyebrow at you.
There will be a ball. In a month, to be exact. You know that not just from the growing agitation within the castle, or the coming and going of unfamiliar faces hired for temporary work, but because you had been counting the days for this very event ever since you realized this was the ball that kickstarts the main story, taking place towards the end of the prologue. It meant the heroine would finally show up.
You're not sure what it will mean for you.
âSure, a ball...â He says, âMy old folks said they would invite all the eligible maidens across the land because they want me to find a wife.â
âI'm sure youâre not too psyched about this...â
Prince Satoru vehemently nods in agreement.
â... But who knows? Give it a chance, you might just meet the love of your life there.â
âPfftâ Right, I donât think thatâs going to happen.â
âAnd why not? Â
âWell, what if I already met the love of my life?â
Then that would be some pretty weird timing, Your Highness. Prince Satoru wasnât supposed to meet the heroine until a few days before the ball takes place, in a beautiful clearing out in the countryside, where theyâll share a lovely meet-cute after he nearly tramples her with his horse.
âAlrightâŚâ You spouted, unsure, âWhy not bring her to the ball, Your Highness?â
âSheâll be there.â
His rosy lips curve into a conspiratory smirk, mostly to himself, blissfully unaware of the can of worms he just opened inside your mind. Had he already met the heroine? But it was way too early! It couldnât beâ or could it? Youâll have to check the makeshift calendar on your notebook. The timeline you wrote down, as well. There has to be some sort of plot hole youâre missing, or maybe the events have been thrown out of place for some reason.
âBut youâre right, maybe a ball wonât be so bad. They said any eligible maiden across the land, rich or poor, of high or low birth. Itâs an opportunity!â He announced, the last word said with enough enthusiasm to make you jump. Â
Once again, you donât have the time to ask what he meansâ or to avert your gaze as he abruptly steps out of the bath, getting an eyeful of his bare ass against your will. You pat him dry with a towel as he helps himself to the tray of tarts and macarons. He extends both arms when heâs done so you can slip on the velvet, deep blue robe back on his body. Another towel is wrapped around his head.
The robe keeps him warm as he sits on a chair, waiting for you to come and finalize his night routine. You stay behind in the bathroom, emptying the bathtub, turning out the fire, disposing of the unused boiling water since Prince Satoru had decided to cut his bath short tonight.
When you close the door behind you, the smell of flowers and citrus is still in the air, stuck to his skin. You hum a tune as you brush his hair, its strands like gossamer, offering no resistance to the bristles.
â(Y/N).â
Gojo lifts up his head, not a hint of playfulness in his face or his tone.
âYes, Your Highness?â
And yet his eyes are soft as they burn into yours, as if thinking, evaluating.
âWho, in this land, is the fairest of all?â
Every time he asks you this, you wonder if there was some dialogue you missed in the game. Nevertheless, the blatant reference makes you want to laugh; with him, though, the answer is always the same. There is no one to overshadow his beauty, objective, obfuscating, infuriatingly incontestable, and he knows thatâ you know that.
âYou alone, my prince, are the fairest of all.â
If you were anyone else, youâd swoon at the smile he graces you with.
âBy the way, I have something for you.â
There is a small box on the table heâs seated by, simple, with a golden latch, inconspicuous enough to only catch your attention when Gojo slides it closer, opening it to reveal an assortment of herbs tied together with a string.
âSince you ran out of valerian rootâŚâ
There wasnât a single herb you could recognize, at least not with the dim candlelight. Despite this, you were pretty certain there was no valerian in that box.
âHow did you know, Your Highness?â
âThose eyebags under your eyes, I know you havenât been sleeping well.â He says, matter-of-factly, âSome old hag passed by the hunting lodge today, selling all sorts of things. Said this was a potent mixture of herbs for those with sleeping problems. Itâs all safe, Iâve had the royal apothecary check it.â
You breathe a sigh of relief, retrieving the box and holding against your chest. You hope it knocks you right out. Heavens know you need it, after today.
âThis is so generous, Your Highness⌠I donât know how to thank you.â
âNo need.â
He latches the box closed.
âJust have a deep, dreamless sleep for me.â
It was the very witching time of night, and the castle lay silent. Darkness reigned in its corridors, desolate and cold, broken only by flashes of lighting tearing through stygian skies.
Take pity, take pity on one who is sick of love.
Fire dances at the top of a candle, threatening to vanish at any moment, as one living soul treads through slate flooring, airy footsteps growing closer to your chamber door.
Satoru feels guilt twisting inside his stomach, that nauseating feeling of contrition before consummation. It doesnât stop him, it never did â he isnât delusional as to think his actions are without sin, but at least he knows he isnât fully without a conscience. And yet, what is the point of guilt, overridden by excitement, conquered by overwhelming love, as he turns the key to your bedchamber, to defile you once again?
Defile, Satoru thinks to himself, is such an ugly word.
Your door doesnât creak when opened. A simple spell to ward off prying ears, lest he has to replace another servant; Satoru had come to learn how thin those walls could be, sensitized to the littlest of noises in the dead of night.
He locks the door behind him, placing the candlestick holder on your bedside table.
Thereâs not much to see in the darkness, except for your pliable, sleeping form. You donât feel the weight of your mattress shifting, so deep in slumber, as Satoru sits by the edge of your bed with the familiarity of a husband; and he likes to pretend, too, that these late-night rendezvous have an amorous twist to them. Isnât it romantic, to be visited by a paramour so secretive youâre neither awake nor aware to receive?
What is he, if not a dedicated, twitterpated, infatuated princely lover sneaking through the hallways of his own castle to meet his beautiful dove, his golden trinket, his falconâs eyeâ
But he isnât delusional as to think his actions are without sin.
Satoru knows thereâs nothing appealing about exploiting your vulnerabilities. If you were to ever find out, if you were to open your little eyes at this very second to see him stripping of his undertunic, the lovely relationship youâd built would crumble in a matter of seconds. It would break his heart into a million pieces, to see the horrified look of realization upon your face. And he feels the burning of guilt at the back of his mind, easy to dismiss, as his hands roam your body, past your clocked stockings of cotton and up your white shift.
He would hate to hurt you.
Which is why youâll never find out. Your relationship can bloom into something far more precious that way, and soon he wonât need these nightly visits to fulfill the base needs you ignite in him. He often dreams of your wedding night, with you awake, receptive to his embrace, and then heâll finally cross the one line he hasnât dared to trespass all these years. Â
The shift is carefully slipped off your body. His cock is dribbling with pre-cum, twitching at the sight of your hardening nipples. He bedews one digit with his saliva as he lays by your side, spreading your legs just enough to slip one hand between to stroke your clit, peppering your breast and neck with kisses, nibbles, and nips.
Your body is more than accustomed to his touch by now â and for a moment, he wonders if youâll be confused on your wedding night when, just like now, your folds grow wet with so little stimulation. Soon he hears the change in your breathing as it becomes heavier, increasingly ragged, little whines starting to come out of your lips.
Still, you donât wake.Â
Not even as he slides a finger inside your soaked entrance.
Itâs tight, temptingly tight, torturingly tight, but Satoru has enough self-control not to push himself through your folds. Not tonight. He can wait, he will wait until, eventually, youâll be awake and willing to take his cock. He takes comfort knowing that day is not too far.
Satoru sits between your legs to rub his cock as he fingers you, biting his lip as not to let a wanton groan out.
"Fuck..."
It's not very regal to swear. He's never done so in front of you.
His voice is already strained, not above a whisper, when he sits up, settling between your legs to rub his cock with one of your limp hands. There are two fingers inside you now, Satoru biting his lip as to repress a moan stuck in his throat. He hates having to keep quiet, but the walls are thin, and it would be a lot more trouble than it's worth to deal with nosy neighbors.
Satoru isn't alarmed when you stir, eyebrows knitted slightly as he kneaded your clit with his thumb. It's not a sign you're waking up.
His fingers are coated in viscid, clear juices, thrusting in and out of your pussy with practiced ease. He can barely keep them inside when you tighten up, little tremors running through your body as you cum with a strangled whimper.
Satoru forgoes your hand in favor of positioning himself on between your folds, using your wetness to rub his length along your pussy, prodding at your clit with each upward motion. Heâs lying atop you now, muscled chest glued to yours, gently suckling on your neck and muffling his low, guttural groans on your skin. His hips move at a controlled pace, refraining himself from how rough he wants to be with you â heâs still hung up about Nanami, after all â, feeling his own orgasm approach.
Your bed doesnât creak, either.
He thinks of finally being enveloped by your insides, how your velvety walls would choke his cock when he made you cum. How your lips would touch his and youâd kiss, really kiss, how your body would respond to his touch when awake. What faces would you make for him? Would you look away, embarrassed, throw your arms around him and hold him tightly to you? He was dying to see you, to fill your womb as he looked deep into your open eyes.
Satoru Gojo isnât delusional as to think his actions are without sin.
Heâs delusional to a fault. And as much as he feels bad for you, for his horrible acts of debauchery against your unresponsive body â and all other perversions along the way â thereâs hardly any guilt when he grips his cock with a tight fist, tugging at his length as spurts of pearly-white cum land on your bare stomach. His chest heaves, breath labored, half-lidded blue eyes staring at his handiwork with a dopey smile on his face.
Lightning illuminates the room, followed by thunder rumbling so deeply across the earth he swears he feels the walls shake. Candlelight flickers.
He cleans you up, not a trace of arousal to be found when heâs done, shift slipped back onto your body. For a moment, he sits at the edge of your bed again, leaning back on his arms. How he would love to wake up with you between his arms â but alas, youâd be much alarmed to see him by your side when morning comes.
He dresses himself, not before placing a chaste kiss goodnight on your forehead.
A ball, he ponders, that ought to be fun.
And as he leaves, candlestick holder in hand, locking the door behind him, thereâs no guilt badgering his mind â only dresses. A selection of skirts and frills fluttering about, an appointment with the best seamstress in the kingdom; Satoru wonders which design heâll choose for you to wear at the ball, smiling smugly to himself as he skips down the hallway, back to his chambers.
You wake with a startle, groggy, disoriented.
Resting in its usual spot at your bedside table, your trusty pocket watch indicates youâve woken up a little over fifteen minutes later than youâre supposed to â Not too bad of a delay, which eases your initial panic. Youâll have to hurry up a bit when getting ready, but at least you wonât be late for work.
The herbs have worked a little too well, you conclude â gifted you dreamless sleep, devoid of interruptions, knocking you out barely an hour after drinking the tea you brewed. Although you had yet to fully wake up, there was newfound motivation to get on with your day after a much-needed good nightâs sleep.
You make a mental note to properly thank Prince Satoru again. It was unexpectedly considerate of him to notice.
A shiver runs down your body as fresh air enters through your bedchamber window, caressing your face with its gelid touch. You see movement downstairs, servants and knights who have begun their day earlier than you. Beyond castle walls you saw the city, merchants coming and going through dirt roads among trees painted in breathtaking yellows, oranges and reds, its fallen leaves scattered over green grass. In the distance, you see neighboring villages and castles so far they nearly fade into the horizon. The sun is out again, blue skies adorned by white, fluffy clouds.
The faint, comforting smell of freshly baked bread hits your nostrils.
You should get readyâ you donât want to be late, of course. But there is time for a quick look in the mirror, to check if your exhaustion-induced eyebags have been minimized, even if ever-so-slightly. Itâs only then that you notice, attention diverted from the area around your eyes, three small, faint red spots on your neck and collarbone.
You touch them, briefly wondering where they could possibly have come from; but you donât have the time to dwell on it for more than a few seconds, your neck will be covered regardless. One last look at the mysterious marks and you shrug, brushing them off. Itâs nothing to worry about, anyway.
Must have been a bedbug.
#tw noncon#tw somno#tw somnophilia#tw yandere#yandere jjk#yandere jujutsu kaisen#yandere gojo#yandere gojo satoru#yandere#yandere x reader#yandere x you#yandere x y/n#yandere gojo x reader#yandere gojo x you#yandere jjk x reader#cw yandere#dark fic
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Genshin Impact Sagau/Isekai:
You still have acces to characters! ...by possessing them. đť
PART 2 (you're here!) / Part 1
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Sun: Gender Neutral Reader (they/them)
Planet: Misc. Genshin AUs
Orbit: Headcanons, Scenarios
Stars: Tighnari ft. Cyno, Alhaitham, Collei
Comets & Meteors:
Content Warnings: Mild violence (bandit attacks/non-graphic), Reader/you possess people non-consent (mild/consent given eventually)
& Trigger Warnings: Reader/"you" possess people non-consenually for short times, but given consent eventually.
(pls comment if any more!)
Edit 9/7/23: 1,000+ NOTES?? WHO WHAT WHEN WHERE WHY- THANK YOU???
Edit 12/24/23 + 4/5/24:
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My goofy ass forgot to put this here .-.
Anyway this is a full length fanfic now ;)
âŚmistakes were made.
bad decisions were had, and okay, mayyybbbeee you couldâve taken more precautions against people finding out you were ârealâ.
afterall, you did see the Eremites reaction, even if it was only two guys (one from each camp) that you possessed :/
word spreads quickly amongst the Eremites groups, you guess, bc next thing you knew, after youâd moved closer to floating around Gandharva Ville,
theyâd called that entire bit of forest haunted.
BUT IN YOUR DEFENSE-!! how were you supposed to know theyâd blab to the whole camp they didnât remember the past 20 minutes after you unpossessed them?? and immediately be on guard and jump to possession?? (Irminsul works hard but eremites/sumeru people work harder u guess)
And by the time you were happily patrolling with Collei, the forest rangers were just so chill you didnât really expect anybody would think a ghost was possessing them (or whatever you were now⌠maybe,, just code?? itâs unclear)
so when u start to see Tighnari squint at people whoâve technically just âwoken upâ after you possessed them, mumbling under his breath more and more as a file he carries around gets thicker and thicker-
you start to think,,, maybe.
okay, mayyybbbeee,
youâve fucked up.
â
You really canât help it, first it was making sure Collei got back safely from patrols (sheâs ur skrunkly okay, you canât help it, youâre still aware sheâs capable but- the urge to skrunkle overpowers you- )
but then-!! You managed to spot Cyno! :D its ur boy!! ur little meow meow, who can throw people over his shoulder!! He really doesnât need you, hovering around, but eh ÂŻ\_ (ă)_/ÂŻ
what could it hurt! âŚitâs not like he can see, hear, or feel you anywayâŚ
(unless u possess some animal/machine he thinks is friendly, which. sumeru is not exactly known for cuddly creatures. you donât feel like experiencing death when possessing stuff just yet-)
imagine ur panic and shock as the General Mahamatra takes on a camp of criminals on the run, only for one of the old ruin machines (the ones that are just LEG and DEATH)
to hear the ruckus and come stomping around a thick patch of trees, it launched missiles!! You canât warn Cyno, he canât hear you!! No one can!!! The criminals are unconscious, thereâs no other wildlife nearby they all ran off!!! FUCK-
You look at him and try to imagine his perspective as vividly as you can, heâs looking over the criminals, but now heâs turning, so people passed out and the tree-line got it-
Congratulations! Youâve possessed Cyno. đ
It completely disorients you for a second, but then the panic of dodging the missiles comes back in time for you to make his body dive and roll off to the side, for as long as you can manage a roll too since you remember thatâs the best way to dodge missiles in the game
âŚwhich works really well! bc heâs so fit and agile tbh
It was weird to finally run again after so long (two months now in teyvat?? wow)
with your feet suddenly in sandals, and feeling the breeze chilling your bare chest (Cynoâs chest??)
yeah its a shock considering most of the ppl youâve possessed lately have been fully clothed rangers lol
you quickly imagine your ghostly form again, and just like that youâre drifting out of Cyno in ur âghostyâ form, having floated out and away from his back
Poor guy looks so fucking confused, and immediately is wielding his spear again, and is about to get out the crouch you put him in behind the dilapidated stone wall (dammit he better not waste ur efforts to keep him alive-)
until missiles slam and explode against it, he ducks back down (thank fuck) and Cyno just looks around one last time before hopping the wall and running to fight the thing
you notice that when the electro user goes to use his powers, they seem stronger than they were in his fight with the goons??
Maybe he was just going easier on them, since they are only human?
âŚso why does even Cyno look surprised when he goes to make a simple swipe with his charged spear and a bolt of lightning cracks out from his spear insteadâŚ?
âŚweird.
â
Tighnari knows youâre here.
You figure he must have collected the reports of people âblacking outâ or âsleep-walkingâ or whatever else and begun to suspect the worst.
âŚto be honest, youâre not sure what to do.
on one hand, it would be great to have someone know you actually exist, as yourself,
but on the otherâŚ
What would Tighnari think?
Of you possessing his rangers?? Temporarily taking ownership of someone without permission??? Youâre afraid heâd think the worst of youâŚ
tho u didnât do so often, as u realized how messed up this could be, and u never did more than make them walk or talk normally for a few minutes before leaving them alone!
⌠afterall, you missed interacting with people. You were honestly a little worried abt going crazy, which is the only reason u were desperate enough to possess human people in the first place and continue doing so, just to talk to someone and have them look you in the face again like you really did exist as a person here-
(u thought u remember reading somewhere back on Earth that someone can only last 3 days of no other human contact until they start to lose it? but even if thatâs not true, at the very least, u dont think talking one-sidedly to yourself all the time is healthyâŚ)
so when Tighnari seems to get that file youâve seen him adding onto, and gather up supplies, mentioning a day trip to Collei and the others to Sumeru City for some
âfurther research into these âblackoutsâ, and also contacting some of my colleagues who might know somethingâŚâ
thereâs no way youâre not going with him.
you feel increasingly anxious all day, and at one point when you were sure Tighnari was walled-in by books at the House of Daena, decide to go blow off the anxious energy by possessing an animal to get some food!
âŚyouâre not really feeling comfortable enough to possess a living being into eating yet, that seems hella nonconsensual, and u kinda would be taking the joy of the meal from them tbh-
so u possess a cat!
a ginger cat, bc u like to think if u do anything weird, that ppl in Teyvat have the same type of cats back on Earth and excuse it as just:
âunhinged ginger cats being unhinged ginger cats yep makes senseâ lol
youâd managed to be really cute (and wasnât that weird, having to mimic animal behaviors like rubbing ur side against a personâs legs..)
and convince one of the cooks of Lambadâs Tavern to give u some leftovers, and been about to go off to try out sunbathing before the chore boy, little shit he is, tried to chase you off with a broom!! >:( the audacity!! you clearly have a little plate and everything!!
luckily, youâd finished eating, but still! Ouch!! those bristles fucking hurt-!!!
âŚyou look and see a Sumeru-ified version of a skateboard, and u just know ur little cat face is just â¨vâ¨
and u steal the little shitâs skateboard as revenge! HAHA thats what you get animal abuser!!!
The kidâs yelling at you as you speedily skate away with ur little cat paws (LMAOO), but the cooks are calling him back in so he canât pursue, (oh good u hear them get onto him for chasing u off)
and as u slow down to coast along the Sumeru streets,
you feel someoneâs eyes staring you down.
You assume itâs just people being amused at a cat skateboarding, obv
but when you look just ahead of you to see a smiling Sumeru citizen or eremite-
Oh. Itâs Alhaitham.
and heâs just⌠watching you.
heâs stopped reading whatever heâs got in his hand, and is slowlyyyy turning his head as you pass byâŚ
You decide to just keep skating away. LMAO
â
itâs already sunset by the youâre accompanying Tighnari back from Sumeru City, floating along behind him
and youâd been expecting a calm walk back, tbh youâd been feeling a little better bc the ranger hadnât found much to identify you, yet, luckily-
but bc u can never catch a break:
Tighnari didnât see the bandits dropping from the goddamn trees BEHIND HIM- and they had like claymores out- those were definitely gonna be killing blows-!!
so yeah.
You possessed Tighnari.
turns out ur pretty good at dodging bc this is second time now youâve helped dive away for someone in an ambush, ur kinda proud of urself tbhđ
and as you make him take a few leaps back, ur ears twitch in the wind as you duck behind a tree, then float away and out of his body
The poor hybrid ranger visibly sways, then shakes his head out of it, and he flicks his ears in different directions, squinting into the woods, heâs pulled out his bow, so youâre at least reassured heâs aware there are enemies
Like Cyno last week, he too gives up and rolls for the next tree for cover and begins to shoot and take down the bandits
the rest of the week is kinda a blur after that, bc itâs mostly filled with Tighnari running in circles around the camp checking for blackouts, writing letters to Alhaitham and Cyno apparently, and you not possessing anybody out of paranoia :/
Most notably however,
youâve unfortunately discovered one of the few drawbacks of ur possessions
(yâknow, besides not existing essentially, what with no one being able to sense u outside of possessions)
apparently, if someone walks thru you, they accidentally force you to possess them đ??
while itâd already happened once with a random ranger that you didnt notice was walking up behind you,
you didnât want to test it again just yet bc it kinda made YOU nauseous and incredibly dizzy when this happened
(as in, u stumbled like a drunk after this poor ranger woman ran thru u, until you were so dizzy and the world spun sm u had to make her sit on the literal ground, luckily she just thought she was just really dehydrated when she came back into herself đ)
so obviously, youâve avoided crowds to keep this forced possession thingy from happening all the time
like at the Forest Rangers meetings or something, ur watching off to the side, instead of standing with them or beside them
so needless to say, after about a week and half since possessing Tighnari,
you definitely did not mean to possess Collei.
Sheâd been in her wheelchair today, the Eleazar flaring up and tiring her body out
so her wheels had been entirely silent when she rolled up to where you and Tighnari were leaning over some strange experiments of his- you were just trying to figure out what all these mirrors were for, didnât he do plants more-?
you didnât even know what the hell happened, you just felt that familiar dropping sensation, like a small drop on a rollarcoaster, blinked, and then suddenly you were sitting instead of standing/floating???
Oh god-
before you could even begin to process that Tighnari was in front of you instead of beside you, the world was shorter,
The fox-eared ranger yelled in triumph, grinning with sharp fangs and spinning around to look at you (Collei)-
âAh-ha! It worked! Finally, I saw you! I saw you, I-?? Oh gods, Collei, NO-!â
And with quick reflexes, Tighnariâs summoned his bow, but heâs clearly confused on what to do about this situation, taking aim, but also holding the air glowing with dendro not as taunt as youâd seen him in the battle with the bandits
You scramble to raise your hands up, brown poofy sleeves rise to your command, light green hair you can feel on your shoulders, everything is familiar, but not-
âWAIT! Iâm sorry!! This was an accident, I promise! I donât intend to hurt Collei, or you!! Please, just, donât shoot me, I think youâll just hurt Collei insteadâŚâ
You talk him down and decide, that if heâs put this much effort into finding out about your existence, is an incredible leader and friend to everyone around him, and was able to accept the traveler and many other strange things thatâve (probably? maybe?) already happened in Sumeru (god fuck u dont even know where in the timeline you are)
that you can probably trust Tighnari with your existence, and your powers.
âŚHe nearly passes out.
â
Life has gotten a lot funnier, and happier, since you told Tighnari (and some of the more trustworthy rangers and Collei by proxy) about ur existence (or really, confirmed it)
Heâd been wary at first, appropiately cautious and demanding answers, of which you were happy to give and explain yourself
luckily, after a whole lot of âhmm, I see, no, I think Iâm understanding-â , finger on his chin and everything
heâs said itâs okay to hang around the rangers, so long as you donât possess anyone anymore without them knowing about you/with permission (outside of emergency situations that is)
tho he did seem surprisingly understanding and accepting of you doing it before after you explained how u were just unbelievably lonely and were lowkey paranoid of going crazy-
The rangers seem to believe youâre some kind of god/spirit thing, as you had no explanation yourself as to what you were ÂŻ\_ (ă)_/ÂŻ
Tighnariâs also given you the rule to help out around here if youâre going to âghost-laze aroundâ, as he puts it lol
youâve redirected ruin machines/feral animals away from rangers many times by now, to the many thanks and gratefulness of the rangers
youâve even managed to even figure out how to push Colleiâs wheelchair around when she uses it!
mostly by possessing tree after tree and using vines, or occasionally a fungi that can fly so you can nudge her along
she has insisted that you possess a ruin guard and carry her just to try it⌠however, Tighnari overheard her talking to the forest rangersâ dog (you) and immediately knew shit was up and banned you from doing it (at least not yet)
While most rangers are okay with you possessing them for a few minutes (and theyâve developed this bandana wrapped around their upper arms policy of âred = no possess, green = go aheadâ)
Collei is the most okay with it and for longer, so you âwonât be that lonely ever again!â :â)
Tighnari is busy with stuff, so you canât possess him as often, but the ranger has developed a theory that the more you possess someone, the more they can sense your feelings during possession/while floating around in ghost form too,
so heâll occasionally feel you in the room with him, and start talking out loud in some one-sided convo to make you feel more included to make up for not being able to interact with him sometimes :)
(after taking you off his list of worries heâs still pretty swamped, not that heâll tell you that, as heâs still not quite sure why heâs so, warm and safe feeling when youâre around, so willing to trust you so naturally, that it makes him want to at leats pretend to be worried abt a possessing ghost god/thing hanging out with the rangers now)
â
basically everything is great!
the rangers are okay with you, they got a system to interact with you consensually, Tighnari and Collei are fond of you, you get to finally have something to do instead of floating around all the time (joining ranger missions)
and look!! theyâve even been kind enough to build you a little shrine or altar of sorts! Notes about Sumeru life, recipes for you to try, occasionally some books for you to read, and even some snacks/desserts for you to try out the next time someone possesses you and gives consent! (you leave them a little note stuck on their hand with your question for specific actions like that, if there isnât another ranger there to ask for you when you unpossess them)
and everything is so cool, and everyone is so sweet and accepting
âŚUntil Alhaitham shows up in Gandharva Ville, knocking on Tighnariâs door.
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Fugk shigrli LSOEE LOSER SHIGARAKI PLZ PLS SAVE MEEUGHHHH...can yu do..like THIS SOUNDS CRINGE BUT READER ISEKAI AND THEY R OBSESSD W SHIGARAKI,,, like, they get plopped down into his bar, they explain his lore to him, his fanarts, shiparts ALL OF THATđđ
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i died violently in a car crash and all i got was this weirdo virgin!
shigaraki x isekai!reader
cw: no use of "y/n" (i used "______" instead!), fem reader, loser shigaraki (aka early chapter shiggy), virgin!shigaraki, isekai, tw: implications of death/major trauma, car crash, oral (male rec), loss of virginity, slight musk kink if you squint, kinda canon shiggy? rough sex, unprotected, pathetic virgin moment lol, teasing, missionary, p/v sex, choking implied for a few seconds, desperation, premature ejaculation, sliiiiiight breeding kink? if u squint
not proofread! pls dont eat me im sorry but its 5am i dont have the energy to edit rn!!!!!!!
you don't know how it happened. there was a sharp, hollow static, paired with the feeling of drowning, choking, sputtering. you could hear screaming, you could feel the branches interlocking with your innards, pinning you to the car seat. but...everything was so soft, so light...
until it wasn't.
you figured heaven would be a little less daunting than this. even atheists could dream up a place better than this.
but here you were, plopped onto a worn stool, a long mahogany bartop splayed in front of you. maybe it was a sick joke, maybe this bartop was the tree you lost your life to. maybe it was one big metaphor. either way, the leather was sticking to your legs already, a loose nail prodding at your thigh as you shifted in your seat. there was a strange smell here, a mixture of sweat and blood and something smoky, and you couldn't place whether you liked it or not. you tapped your fingers against the worn wood for a moment before glancing around the sullen room.
it looked so very familiar. worn furniture, brick walls, and a dingy carpet splattered the room like dollhouse furniture. the bar was fully stocked, but no one was tending to it. there were a few rooms down a hall, but nothing you could recognize. across from you, a little tv sat, with a torn poster of something you felt on the tip of your tongue. you forced yourself to move, standing from the seat and rubbing your eyes as you approached the wall. with a shaky hand, you wiped dust from the ripped paper, revealing a heroic-looking man. little holes scattered the image, as if it had been used as a dart board. bold writing splayed beneath his portrait read: "ALL-MIGHT", and like a crashing wave, everything came flooding back. your favorite manga series, my hero academia, had a bar similar as the base for the league of villains. you sucked in a sharp, excited breath as your eyes took in another look of the room. maybe this was heaven.
but...this shit doesn't happen in real life. isekai's were a favorite trope of yours, like re:zero or konosuba, yes, now you remembered- you had loved the idea of another world rather than death or rebirth. maybe it was your version of heaven. you bit your nail at the idea of being able to see the base for yourself. sure, it wasn't at all what you had imagined it to be- it wasn't as enchanting, per se, as you had thought. but it was...all in front of you. as you swallowed your discoveries, a squeal of joy erupted from your core. shit, your core. your body, fuck, was it okay? you lifted your shirt, expecting to see the gory visual of your death still imprinted on your skin...but it was gone. as if it had never happened. shit. this isnt so bad then, right?
but something surely was missing. and no, it wasn't your life. well, technically yes it was, but fuck that, who cares? what you really were missing was them. if this was a true isekai...
the sound of metal clanging sends a freezing shock through your bones. you whip around in time to see a very battered and bloody league stumbling in, kurogiri rushing to the bar to grab supplies. you stay silent as you watch them all individually groaning and pushing each other for a seat, too scared to say a fucking word. sure, your obsession was there, but it was all-too-intimidating when they're right in front of you. your breath is stuck in your chest, until a voice shatters your glass-persona.
"boss? who the FUCK is that?" a raspy voice slices the air and you feel everyone's stares fall onto you.
your eyes widen as shigaraki slumps out of his seat wordlessly and slinks over to you, hand extended. he's much larger than you thought he'd be. his frame towers over you slightly as he approaches, a sinister smile creeping up on his cracked lips.
"good question, spinner" his teeth are bared, and he's inches from you now as you shake. "who the FUCK are you?" he repeats the question, a sickening twist in his voice that shows he's really not in the mood to talk. without hesitation, you slip underneath him and head for the door, but he grabs you before you reach it. he yanks you back with four fingers, his grip deadly on the back of your shirt. in a panic, you blurt out the first thing that comes to mind.
"please! i'm sorry! fuck, i'm your biggest fan i promise! i don't know how the fuck i got here i just died and woke up here pleasedon'tturnmeintoashesi'msorry!" your voice is rushed and trembling, but he releases you onto the ground with a thud. you catch your breath as you stand, wiping the dirt from your legs.
"...the fuck?" dabi's voice rings through the thick silence, and the group breaks into a bellowing laughter. except for shigaraki. he stands over you, a wide, confused expression on his face.
"fan? so you've heard of us?" his smirk reappears as he couches down into your face, and you nod rapidly.
"yes, yes, i know all of you, you're my favorite characters!" you point at all of them, reciting their names. toga's smile consumes her entire face as you do so, and grabs onto twice's arm as she squeals.
"characters? tch, what are we to you?" shigaraki shakes his head as he looks down at you.
your expression falls as you realize they all have no fucking idea what the hell you're talking about. you take a deep breath and begin infodumping about "my hero academia", your favorite manga. everything from deku and his quirk, to all might, to the league itself. shigaraki finally backs up a step and offers you space to stand, and you do so. he nods as you recite the plot, his eyes widening in confusion and anticipation. when you run out of breath, he raises a finger to you, and you go silent.
"she sounds fucking crazy..." twice mutters sing-songy through his teeth. you chuckle nervously as shigaraki glances to the rest of the group, still bleeding and beaten.
"tend to your wounds elsewhere. i want a minute alone with...this thing." he gestures with a curled lip to you and you wave awkwardly. the group sighs and exits to their own spaces, toga examining you head-to-toe before bouncing away, exclaiming: "okay, but i want her when you're done!".
you cant help the anxious fiddling as he guides you to the worn stools again. he throws himself in one next to you, poppy irises still fixated on you with furrowed brow. he scowls at you, but says with a hint of amusement, "tell the truth now". his voice has a twinge of agitation to it, and you smile weakly at him.
"that's the truth, i swear" you start, and he shakes his head. you can feel the annoyance leeching off of him, and you start your next sentence very carefully.
"have you ever heard of an isekai?" you drag the words as if it would prevent your death, and he nods. "okay okay, good. so i think that's what happened. see, i'm not from here, as you can tell...and i died in a car crash, really brutal shit man, like literal sticks in my lower intestines and shit, that sucked balls." you trail off as you describe the fatality and he sighs.
"sorry, i got carried away. but yeah, basically, no need for an introduction on your part, i already know everything about you". you smile gingerly as he raises an eyebrow at you and scratches at his neck.
"mhm. everything, eh?" he leans into you again now and your breath hitches. you can smell him now, and it's unlike anything you could have imagined. the smell of sweat is combined with a faint sugared citrus scent. it's strange, honestly you didn't imagine he'd smell like anything more than a general stink, but he isn't unpleasant in the slightest. he's also all-too-close to your face, and you're able to see every patch of dry skin, scar, and scrape on his delicate pale face. strands of powdery blue hair drape around his face, and he pushes it back with a brutish movement as he takes in the image of you. you fight the urge to reach out and touch him as he speaks again, his breath on your face.
"what else do you know about me then, hmm?"
him being that close to you was overwhelming as fuck, and it takes a minute to reboot your brain and respond.
"well, fuck i don't have my phone" you exclaim as you pat your pockets down.
"need mine?" he slips his out of his hoodie pocket with two fingers and you shake your head shyly. "no thank you" you creak out, and shrug.
"well, basically, you're like, all over social media. and people really love you" you start, and a smirk forms on his face again.
"so, in another world i'm...people like me? in this other world...do i kill all might?" he says excitedly, snaking his long fingers together with a clap.
"well," you start, "sometimes?" you bite your lip, thinking of how to phrase it. "people write stories about you, and draw you, hell, some people even cosplay you..."
"cosplay? like...dress up? like me?" he says shocked, and you respond with a content "mhm!"
"...in your other world, do i win?" he smiles manically and you frown. you know his fate in your world. but maybe, in his, it's different. maybe you can lie to him.
"yes." you recall the recent manga leaks and chapters, and force a smile out. "you win, victoriously. and...you're the best villain!"
he leans back in his seat, a cocky look on his face as he folds his arms. "and society...does it fall?"
"you make it yours, shigaraki" you nod, distracting yourself from the blatant display of his death that replays in your mind.
"excellent" he hisses out. "tell me how i do it".
you shake your head. "i promise i can!" a look of determination overcomes you, your confidence way too high for someone who just got obliterated by a fucking tree branch. "if...if i can join you, i can show you everything from my world and help you" you propose, fighting off the aching in your chest. he glares at you for a moment and purses his lips.
"hmph. i'll consider it" he raises a brow and you respond with a tight, flat grin. he rolls his eyes as you shimmy closer to him. at this point, he hasn't killed you, and fuck it, if you die again, who knows where you'll go.
"did you know that a lot of people want to fuck you?" you blurt out, and he chokes on air.
"WHAT?"
"yeah, and they write about it all the time. and draw it, too. they also think you and dabi are together, sometimes you and spinner, hell i've even seen you and eraserhea-"
"WHAT THE FUCK?" he shouts out, and you laugh. you feel the excitement from before come rushing back, making you slightly delirious next to this definitely unstable and unhealthy villain.
"yeah! in my world, you're like, so hot" you giggle.
"i'm going to need you to shut the fuck up while i process that" he raises a hand and takes a deep breath.
he takes a few seconds, rubbing his temples and sighing. "...in what world would i fuck dabi?"
you laugh, violently, and he grimaces. you cant reply, so you just shrug as your laughter continues to startle him.
"well, a lot of people also think you're," you whisper the next part, "a virgin". he scowls at this and flattens his lips. he doesn't respond, which causes you in your delusional state to scooch closer to him.
"...is that true?" you ask quietly, and he glares at you. you take his silence as a yes, and nod.
"hmm. thought so" you reply with approval, slightly satisfied your favorite headcanon was very much true. he grits his teeth and stands from his seat, stretching a bit before walking away with a huff. you immediately fling yourself off your own seat and follow him.
"you know, that's not a bad thing!" you say behind as he trudges down the hall. he flings open a door and slams it in your face, sending you back a bit. you frown, not realizing how far you've been pushing it. you reach for the doorhandle and somehow, it's not locked. you push the old wood and enter slowly, the smell of dirty laundry and that same citrus smell enveloping your senses. he groans as he meets your gaze and you smile sheepishly.
"hey, sorry, i'm not sure why that of all things bothered you..."
he rolls his eyes and flops onto his bed. the springs creak with exasperation as his weight squishes against the old frame.
"of course an idiot like you wouldn't understand. even in your world i'm still somehow seen as a loser" he grumbles and you bite your cheek. you close and lock the handle behind you, and shuffle over to the bed. you dont sit, but you sway slightly as you watch him. his body is more defined from this angle, you can see the gentle muscles under his tshirt-his hoodie has been flung onto the floor with the rest of the clothes-and his baggy pants fall just low enough to expose his porcelain skin just above the waistband of his boxers. you take him in with a greedy stare as you plan your next response.
"...well, yes, but...we all think it's hot." the words startle him and he sits up slightly.
"we??" his eyes narrow, "you're one of them?"
you cringe and nod slowly. "sorry, shiggy, but if its any consolation" he cuts you off with a snap-
"i should kill you right now and send you back to your other world".
your hands fidget uncomfortably at your sides and you fight the urge to take off sprinting again. seems as though when you died, your proper judgement died with you. you sit slowly on the edge of his worn mattress and raise your hands in defeat.
"i don't think that's how it works. if i die again here, i'll just be sent somewhere else, and then i can't help you". he interjects with a quiet "ughhh", and you shrug. "like i was saying, if its any consolation, everyone who does think you're a virgin just wants to fuck you all the more. so in my world you get like, infinite bitches" you grin, and he frowns again.
"are you also one of those freaks?" he retorts, and you wince.
"hmph. checks out. mystery girl from mystery world shows up and says i, quote, get infinite bitches, and allegedly wants to fuck me" he throws his hands up in defeat. "i don't suppose you actually want that, just the idea of it, hm? i'm sure you get off on your world's portrayal of me. for all i know though, you could be lying, you could be a narc little NPC that works for the heroes, and they sent you to weaken me. i don't think i'll fall for it this time, idiot. get out." he points furiously at the door and you pout, folding your arms.
"fair assumption, but with all due respect, even if i were a spy, i don't think i'd be so stupid as to lock myself in a room with you" you motion to the locked door, and he huffs.
"prove you aren't then." he challenges, and you very quickly oblige. at this rate, you're living a fanfiction fantasy and you're thanking that tree branch more and more. you yank your shirt off and climb into his lap, choking out an exclamation from him. you straddle him and almost immediately feel him harden underneath you, eyes blown wide in shock as you wrap your arms around his frame and plant your lips on his. they're cracked and dry, but you couldn't care less. it feels like death all over again, the swirling static enveloping you as you taste him on you. a sweet twinge of blood and candy and salt coats your tongue as you slip it in past his lips, swallowing him whole. he whines as you tug on his tangled hair, rutting into you from below desperately. his body is already shaking, a silent plea as you grind down into him again, the friction of his rock-hard dick against your already throbbing center causing you to both moan. you cant hide your excitement and desperation as you claw at his back. he pulls away for a moment and shakily points to his hoodie on the floor.
"g-gloves" he chokes out, and you nod. you spring up and reach for the pocket, pulling out two artists gloves and tossing them to him. your hands brush against Father in his pocket and you suck air in through your teeth, completely forgetting about that weird fucking thing. you shake off the strange feeling and turn your attention back to him. he's hastily strapping the gloves on and fiddling with the button on his jeans. you lower yourself down to his crotch, the fabric strained against his length. with a surge of newfound confidence, you bite the button and undo the zip with your teeth, and he gasps at the sudden motion. you silently fist-bump yourself as he shimmies the jeans down his legs, tossing them off the bed. you follow, peeling the fabric off your own body and placing yourself back on top of him. he finally reaches up and squeezes your tits with his gloved hands, groaning at the feeling of them in his hands. his eyes are lit up like stars as he ogles your chest, yanking them out of your bra. you silently chuckle and completely lift the article off of you, and his jaw drops. he looks absolutely blown away, and as he greedily cups your tits and squeezes them, he whimpers underneath you. you feel his cock twitch and you grind slightly against it, and within seconds, he's panting and cumming all over you and himself, crying out a string of vulgarities. you kiss him again as he coats you both in slick, hot beads of cum and he bites your lip in pure craze. you remove yourself from his wet lap and look at him with a soft expression.
"aww, you've made a mess already. your boxers arent even off, shiggy" you whisper out and he balls his fists.
"mmf, fuck you, mystery girl" he mumbles out, and you help him pull his boxers off.
"call me by my name, _________". you plant a chaste kiss to his cheek. as his cock springs free, you audibly gasp.
its much bigger, and much angrier right now, than you typically read about. you take it in your hand and feel it, the soft, delicate skin feeling almost out of place on him. it's surrounded by thick baby blue hair, going up to his navel in a sparse trail. its heavier than you expected, too, as it switches in your palm. the creamy skin of his length is offset by a very sensitive silvery-pink tip, already leaking precum again as you thumb over it, sending pathetic whimpers to escape his lips in a fury. you blink away your greater morals and bring your mouth to it, licking a thick stripe from the base, tasting the slightly salty precum against your lips. he shakes as you slip him into your mouth, stretching your jaw out more then you expected you'd have to.
you begin slowly, keeping a hand twisting around the base as your mouth adjusts to the sheer size of it. slowly, you gain comfort and confidence in your actions, and you let your hand go. you take him further into your mouth with a sharp exhale through your nose, and he grips at your hair. he pushes you down, shuddering, and you bury your nose into the mass of hair, breathing in the aroma of his sweat and warmth. you feel yourself slicken more at this, and you bob your head up and down graciously as he whimpers, your name spilling from his lips a few times between labored breaths. you feel the blood pulsing in his shaft, and you wrap your hand around his balls as they tighten, squeezing them as he shatters into you again, thick ropes streaming into your mouth. his grip tightens on your hair and he shoves you all the way down, gagging you slightly as his cum drips down your throat.
"hnng, f-fuck" he drools as his seed fills your mouth generously, adn you pull off with a sloppy mixture of saliva and cum dripping from your lips. you swallow it feverishly and he shakes, watching as you collapse next to him.
it takes him a moment to speak, and its barely above a whisper when he does.
"_______?" his voice is raspier than before as he says your name, and is thick with desire still. you turn to him, still aching for your own orgasm.
"i'm going to fuck you now" he says, a little louder than before. you look at him with wide eyes and nod, spreading your legs are he peels his tshirt off and centers himself between them. he grips a thigh with his calloused fingers, digging his dirty nails into your skin. you hiss slightly but your back arches at the contact.
"why aren't you afraid of me?" he presses himself against your soaking cunt, leaning in to bite your neck. you gasp and grab his face, bringing him to your lips. waves of desire crash over you as he throbs against you. for a virgin, his stamina is something else.
"because i know that if i die again, i'll at least die happy this time" you admit, and reach a hand down to grab his cock. you center it to your opening, and nod. he presses himself in sharply, without warning, and you shriek out in pain.
"gah, fuck, okay, shigaraki" you put a hand to his chest to slow him, "easy, slow, please". he shakes his head and rams himself back into you, snaking a hand to your throat as he pumps inside of you haphazardly. there's no real rhythm to it yet, and you do your best to adjust to the size of him stretching your tight hole hungrily.
"tomura" he replies through grit teeth, and you moan.
"tomura," you repeat with a desperate sob, "please"
his eyes glaze over and with a newfound glimmer of faith, he grips your hips and begins to slowly rut into you, allowing the both of you to finally adjust. he exhales slowly as he rocks his hips into you, and you grab one of his hands, dragging it to your core.
"try...fuck, tomura, touch me" you plead, and he immediately presses his middle finger to your clit. its hard, almost too forceful, and you pull his hand back. he loses concentration and falls out of rhythm for a moment as you guide his hand around, showing him what feels good. you recall a few stories you had read and get an idea.
"like an analog. thumbstick. fuck. you know what i mean" you stumble out, and he very quickly nods.
"so not like a trigger." he follows, and suddenly, his movements are a lot more fluid. he smirks as he rubs your clit steadily. he begins to thrust back into you shakily, then with harder, longer strokes. he follows your directions as you moan and squirm under him, beads of sweat forming on his forehead and shoulders as he gains momentum, the mattress squeaking rapidly under the both of you.
you feel yourself at your own breaking point, the fire inside of you melting like metal as it fills you, and you sink your nails into his back as you clench even tighter around his merciless cock. he snaps out with a cry and thrusts into you faster, becoming a little unsteady as you soak his length. your body splinters in ecstasy as he drives himself relentlessly into you, orgasm ripping your body like a hurricane. you call his name out like an unholy prayer as you fall from your high, and he throws his head back as his own climax tears through him. you feel it as he rams himself as deep as he can, filling you with sticky cum furiously. his jaw slackens as he huffs and pants, the most angelic sounds emanating from the villain's flustered body.
as you both crash hard, he pulls out slowly with a hiss. his arms turn to jelly as he collapses on top of you, the weight of him crushing the air from you slightly, and you giggle breathlessly. you wrap your arms around his sweaty, shaking frame and kiss the top of his head as he hyperventilates.
he gathers the strength to push himself off of you and rolls onto his back next to you.
"was that real?" he asks, and you chuckle lightly.
"well, as real as i am, i suppose". he shrugs and closes his eyes.
"did you read about this? in your other world?" he asks gingerly, and you turn to him.
"something like this, yeah" you admit, and he nods slowly.
"you can stay, mystery girl, so long as you keep telling me about those things you read. or just show me" he says, and you smile. "oh, and help me kill that all-might fucker."
your eyes flutter shut in pure bliss as his visage interrupts your greater thoughts. if this is what your new life would be like, then perhaps the violent death was worth it.
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this took me like 3 hours to write tbh, i hope its good! i think im gonna cross-post this to ao3 to get the ball rollin. thank u sm for the ask! it was a pleasure (literally) to write this :)
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Whoops, you got hit by a bus, and now you're in the world of One Piece. But not everything is quite as you remember it...
General Tags: afab reader, she/her reader pronouns, isekai, monsterfucker reader, vampire!kid, werewolf!killer, wyrm!heat, minotaur!wire, everyone has a human form, smut heavy, unhealthy relationships, dubious consent, serious violence, spoilers for Wano arc, starts pre-timeskip. There will be a lot of more intense kinks, please check AO3 for all current tags.
Chapter 3 - Snake
Step 2: Get free of your cell.
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Heat did in fact bring you a warm blanket and clothes, in fact he brought you several of his own blankets, which smelt of weed and musk, as well as a pillow, a long sleeved shirt that was practically a dress on you, and sweatpants you had to tie as tight as they would go to get them to stay up. He even brought you a set of fuzzy socks and a stuffed animal that looked something like a snake but with horns. You were far more comfortable in the brig now, even if there were very questionable stains on your mattress, you were at least able to stack the two mattresses in your cell and use one of the blankets as somewhat of a sheet. Heat didn't make any further sexual advances on you, you got the sense he was nervous about getting caught, though he did give you soft kisses through the bars whenever he came to visit, which you happily accepted.
You didn't see much of other top dogs, usually your food was brought down once a day by a random crewmate, seemingly whoever drew the short straw that day. It wasn't a lot of food, but Heat would sneak you more when he could. It was clear that you had him on your side, always checking if you were okay, even if he seemed highly anxious about being caught talking to you. Unbeknownst to you, someone had in fact noticed his visits, and you now found yourself face to face with Wire, who sat against the edge of the desk across from your cell, spinning his trident on its base idly.
âYou need to stop taking advantage of Heat,â he told you plainly.
âI'm not taking advantage of him,â you huffed, hugging the stuffed animal he'd given you to your chest. Wire raised an eyebrow at the toy, it was obvious to him where you got it. The room stunk of Heat, his scent was on your clothes, your blankets, your skin. âI genuinely like Heat, sue me. It's not my fault he's the only one who sees I'm no danger to anyone.â
Wire made a tsk sound and stood, only needing a few strides of his long legs to come to a stop in front of your cell. âShow me your wrists,â he ordered with a bored expression.
You raised a brow at the sudden request but obediently put down your stuffed animal, walking in front of Wire and holding up your arms through the bars for him. He took your wrist in his large hand and turned it too and fro, like he was looking for something, furrowing his brows as he apparently didn't find it. He let your arms drop again and you stood patiently, waiting for him to say something.
âWhat are you, and how did you get here?â he asked, âYou're not getting out of here until Kid gets answers, and he's getting impatientâ
âI already told you, I don't know how I got here,â you huffed, âI was in my own world, where all this shit was fiction, I got hit by a bus, I hit your mast. That's the entire truth of it. What do you want from me, a three thousand word essay about the world I'm from?â
âHmm,â Wire squinted at you discerningly, taking a few steps back and returning to spinning his trident idly.
âI'm telling you the truth, I swear,â you pleaded, âI can prove it when we get to Sabaody, I can tell you what'll happen there, without any devil fruit helping me know. I don't have any sort of foresight, I just read it in the work of fiction in my own world. I have other proof too, I know about Victoria, and the four gangs on your home island in the South Blue, why Kid and Killer don't like curry udon. I swear on my life, I'm telling the truth. There's no reason for me to lie, I have nowhere else to go and no reason to harm anyone on this ship.â
âKil? What do you think?â Wire said without turning away from you. You let out a surprised squeak as Killer emerged from the door, seemingly having been standing there quietly for who knows how long.
âShe stinks of fear, but I don't think she's lying,â he replied, standing next to Wire with crossed arms.
âKil, I'm sorry about the lipstick thing, I-â you started, before he raised a hand and cut you off.
âSave it, it's whatever,â he tutted, âbut tell anyone else and you'll be begging for death.â
âI'd never tell anyone, I swear,â you replied, holding the bars as best you could with your bound hands. âI swear I'd never betray anyone on this crew. I want to be here, I do, I promise. Just let me out of here, I'll prove you can trust me.â
âMm,â Killer hummed, before turning and leaving without another word, an equally silent Wire in tow, leaving you confused and fearful of your future on this ship. You curled back up in bed, hugging your stuffie close to your chest, trying your best not to cry.
âWanna explain why you've been scenting her, Heat?â Killer accused, sitting at the round table in the navigation room with the other three commanders.
âYou did what?â Kid growled, âwhat, she suck your dick or something? Why are you making a claim on her?â
âNo⌠yesâŚâ Heat admitted, âshe's nice okay? She seemed so genuine, and she asked for a blanket that smelt like me, ask her yourself. She wanted me to scent herâ
âSo she did suck your dick?â Kid laughed, âyou're as weak to a woman as ever, Heat. Don't think she's gonna let you claim her just because she smells like you.â
âIt's not like that,â Heat huffed, âbesides, she practically extended an invitation for any of us to fuck her. God forbid I do something as innocent as scent her.â
âYou know full well it's not innocent,â Wire jeered, âbut I do agree that she seems to be genuine.â
âSo what, we're believing this other world bullshit?â Kid asked.
âThe iron isn't burning her wrists, and she had no problem sticking her arm outside of the cage barrier,â Wire noted, âI don't think she's a witch or a demon. We know she doesn't have a devil fruit. I don't think there's any other good explanations for how she got here or how she knows so much about usâ
âAt the very least, she seems to believe it's the truth,â Killer added, âand she hasn't shown any aggression towards the crew. I don't know if we have any reason to keep her locked up. If what she's saying is true, then she has insider information on our future that could prove useful. At the very least she's more useful to us alive.â
âI don't trust her,â Kid grumbled, âI'll probably still fuck her, but I don't trust her.â
âSo let me take on the responsibility,â Heat suggested, âI'll keep an eye on herâ
âYou just wanna get her in your bed so you can get more scent on her,â Wire rolled his eyes, âI saw the stuffed animal, already bringing her courting gifts, I know you're just itching to get her in your hoardâ
âShut up!â Heat huffed, a vibrant red flushing on his face, âyou're just jealous she didn't say she dreams about you a lot! It's not my fault she likes me better!â
âSnake,â Wire spat.
âBull-headed cunt!â Heat shouted back.
âWill you knuckleheads shut the fuck up and let me think?â Kid growled. Wire and Heat quickly quietened down, a slight blush still evident on Heat's cheeks as he considered adding you to his treasure collection. âHeat, you can have your whore, but if she puts one foot out of place I'll crush her fucking skull. And if I catch you acting all possessive I'm taking your toy away, she ain't yours, don't let her get in your head. She has till Sabody to prove herself, if she turns out to be full of shit we'll sell her to an auction house while we're there. At least then we'll get back what we spent feeding the bitchâ
âAye aye captain,â Heat stood excitedly, eager to get you out of the cell.
âOi, Heat,â Killer barked before Heat had a chance to leave, âI know you know what I'm about to say; don't fucking try it, understand? Like Kid said, she's not yours to claim, so don't fucking try it.â
Heat knew exactly what Killer was referring to and grumbled in annoyance. âI wasn't gonnaâŚâ he mumbled like a scolded child.
âOh come off it, like you haven't had a clutch ready to go since she came on board,â Killer huffed, âI can smell it from here, don't fucking try it.â
âFine! Whatever!â Heat yelled.
âAnd take her to House tomorrow,â he continued, âif you're gonna make her your fucktoy you better not get her knocked up the old fashioned way either. And have her tested, if she's so desperate to be the ship whore she better be fuckinâ clean.â
âRoger that,â Heat grumbled, almost slamming the door behind him as he hurried out of the navigation room.
âHe's gonna try it,â Wire noted.
âHundred berri he tries it in less than two weeks,â Kid added.
âOne week,â Wire replied.
âOne month,â Killer bet, having at least a tiny bit more confidence in Heat's ability to hold off.
You heard Heat's hurried footsteps before you saw him, the creaking of the ladder-stairs as he descended them and practically skipped into the room. âSomeone's got a pep in their step today,â you noted, âcome for another taste or what?â
âEven better!â Heat smiled as he fumbled with the keys on his belt, âKid said you can come out, just gotta stay by my side so I can keep an eye on yaâ
âOh, okay!â You stood up quickly, gathering up your blankets and stuffie, but not yet picking them up since you still had cuffs on, âoh, does that mean I'll be staying with you?â
âYup!â Heat replied a little too eagerly, opening the cell door and fiddling with the keys again to find the one for your restraints. You held up your wrists for him and he removed the cuffs, letting you properly stretch your arms for the first time in several days. Heat grabbed the blankets and bundled them up in his arms, leaving you to grab the pillow and stuffed snake thing. âCome on, I'll show you my room!â He said excitedly.
You followed him obediently as he led you back up to the main deck, unsurprisingly followed by multiple sets of curious eyes, though this time a few of them were noticeably scrunching their noses, like they'd caught a bad smell. You chalked it up to having had no shower in what must have been a week, and made a mental note to ask Heat for a chance to bathe. He led you up two flights of external stairs, one that led to the covered area that held the cannons, the second up to the stern castle, which looked a lot like an actual castle. Strangely, despite being on a mostly wooden ship, the stern castle was made of light grey brickwork, with green, torn fabric draped over the slightly sloped roof section, and arched, ornate windows scattered around the main floor. The entire stern castle was surrounded in a thin deck, with a single arched door at the front leading inside. You followed Heat in, finding yourself in a small hall with a single door and staircase to your left, and more doors to the right as the hall bent around a central section in a U shape, presumably circling the base of the mizzenmast that protruded from the stern castle. There was also an exceptionally tall ladder directly in line with the entry door that disappeared into the ceiling, which Heat explained cut through the next floor and went all the way to the deck on top of the stern castle.
Heat opened the first door on the right, that same familiar scent of weed and musk you'd grown accustomed to hitting you like a truck. The room was a little dark, with fabric pinned over the windows like permanently shut curtains, blocking out any daylight from entering. He made no move to turn on an overhead light, but there was a string of fairy lights hung around the entire circumference of the room, towards the top of the walls, that gave the room a soft, romantic lighting. The room was messy, with a large bed that seemed like a king size but longer, presumably to account for his height, pushed against the wall the door was on. Opposite it was a small indoor greenhouse setup, with several shelves holding what you assumed to be weed plants behind frosted plastic, condensation making the plastic wet on the inside. There was a short set of drawers to your left, and a side table with a bong on it next to the bed, but other than that, what surprised you the most about the room was the sheer amount of stuffed animals.
They were everywhere, littering every corner and every surface in tall stacks, stuffies of every size and shape, lining the long side of his bed along the wall and stacked in a tall pile in the corner of it. It was frankly fucking adorable, and you couldn't help but let a little giggle out. You threw yourself on the bed, letting the mountain of stuffies all fall on you and cover you in a great avalanche, a riot of giggles coming from under the pile as you kicked your feet gleefully. If you'd been able to see Heat's face, you would have known you'd made a mistake in being so enthusiastic. You'd unknowingly just made something possessive click in his brain, compounding yourself into his prized hoard, making yourself one of his treasures.
His form shifted before he could stop himself, legs changing to a long tail, covered in dark dusty pink scales, wrapped with deep red-brown thorn line markings, much like his tattoos. His canines grew to fangs, his nails to sharp black claws, and from his hair emerged two large horns that curled slightly inwards at the ends, black at the base then transitioning to dusty pink and bright fushia at the tips. The end of this tail flicked and shut the door, the sound prompting you to finally emerge from the mountain of stuffed animals with a final laugh that was cut short as you took sight of him.
Raised up on his tail, he very nearly hit the tall ceiling, looming over you as he slithered closer. Your first instinct was to scream, but for some reason you couldn't bring yourself to do it, too enamoured with the way his scales were almost iridescent where the light caught them. Your back was forced flat to the bed as he moved to tower over you, the base of his tail pressed between your legs as his arms supported himself on either side of your torso, your chest heaving with half fearful, half aroused breaths.
âYou okay?â He asked curiously, raising a brow as he smelt your fear scenting the air, his senses elevated in this form. âYou're acting like you've never seen a Wyrm. Do you not have my kind where you come from?â
âNo, we most certainly do not,â you breathed heavily, âa âŚwyrm, you said? Like a dragon?â
âI'm surprised, most people would say âlike a snake?â, which is frankly highly offensive,â he joked, âdid the manga in your world not say I was a wyrm?â
âNo but⌠it also never explained how you breathed fire,â you admitted, your eyes travelling down now to the base of his tail, noticing the slit between the scales where his dick would usually be. It made sense, Heat was not a character a lot was known about, and the world of One Piece held all sorts of strange species. It explained why he could breathe fire, though there was the chance still that this was a zoan type devil fruit. The way he talked about it made it sound like a somewhat common thing here, so perhaps it was just a species not really shown in the manga. Your eyes travelled again and noticed his fangs and his pretty horns, and you couldn't help but reach up and touch the pink tips, wondering if they were as sharp as they looked. Not sharp enough to draw blood, you discovered, but they would certainly hurt if he headbutted someone. âSo pretty,â you mused. You understood now what the stuffie he'd lent you was, and it was all the more adorable that he'd given you one that looked like him.
âYou're not afraid of me like this?â He asked hesitantly. Even those familiar with his kind tended to be anxious around him like this, he was large and dangerous looking, it was a natural response.
âShould I be?â You replied plainly, fiddling with the strings on his corset style top. He lifted himself to remove it, and you could see now that his nipples were pierced, which didn't surprise you in the least. You openly ogled his bare torso, so very well sculpted, running your hand down the center of his chest.
âYou're part of my hoard now, I'm only ever gonna protect you,â he said softly, leaning down and brushing his nose against the crook of your neck. You didn't mean to but a quiet whimper escaped you as his fangs brushed against your pulse point, the threat of his bite making you a little horny. He could smell it, your growing arousal, and made a deep rumbling sound that vibrated in his chest, entirely pleased at the sweet smell that now overwhelmed the previous scent of fear. He looked and sounded dangerous, but it only added to his allure, and you couldn't help but roll your hips towards him, dragging your core against his tail with a needy whine. You knew what you were, you knew you had secret desires to fuck monsters, you'd seen parts of the internet your parents would disown you for. This strange new form catered so well to those primal desires, arousal building quickly as you watched the light catch against his fangs. The growling sounded again, this time accompanied by movement between your legs. You pushed him off you slightly to look, eyes widening as you watched two vibrantly pink appendages, tapered to dull points and lined along the undersides with bumps, emerge from the slit on his tail. You realised with a gasp what you were looking at. Two of them, oh fuck there were two of them. This world was the fucking best, you should have gotten hit by a bus years ago.
âIs this okay?â He asked, watching you stare at his two cocks, suddenly feeling a little self conscious. He didn't often show this form, let alone to women he hoped to bed.
âHeat, I mean this in the most genuine way possible,â you replied, fire pooling at your core, âfuck me, pleaseâ
âAre.. are you sure?â He asked, sitting back on his tail, feeling a little unsure of himself. Once again his low self-esteem told him this was a trick, he'd always had trouble accepting compliments at face value, especially since receiving his Glasgow smile.
âWhy would I not be?â You asked him, cupping his face and running a thumb over his scarred cheek, he looked as though he might cry any moment. Sweet soft boy, this was why you loved Heat so much. You couldn't understand his unease though; he was massive, ripped with muscles, incredibly cool and scary in a way that made you hot with those fangs and horns. His tail was beautiful, you wanted to touch it, not to mention his two cocks that looked even thicker and longer than his human dick. Why would you not want him? âHeat, are you okay? You seem nervous. Am I being too forward?â
âIt's just⌠I don't usually⌠show this side of myself to women,â he admitted, âunless I'm paying them⌠I'm scary enough as it is in my human formâ
âOh Heat,â you cooed, understanding now his anxiety, âyou're beautiful, and incredibly sexy. Can I touch you?â
âY-yes,â he stuttered, laying back against the mattress next to you as you guided him to relax with gentle motions. You sat up to reach more of him, running your finger down his well sculpted abdomen, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind on his skin until your hand met the spot where his scales began. The scales were smoother than you expected, even if you moved against the grain you didn't catch the edges of the tightly knit scales, though there was a pleasant bumpiness to them. You wondered how it would feel to slide against them, feeling yourself grow wetter at the thought.
He whimpered a little as your hand ran down his tail, feeling the smooth scales under your palm, considerably hotter to the touch than you expected. You wondered if he'd ever been touched like this; if he'd only ever been with women in this form when they were paid, perhaps nobody had ever taken the time to truly explore this form. You moved slowly, running your hands over his entire tail, hearing his small whines as you played with the tapered tip that flicked a little as you touched it. Curiously you brought it to your mouth, and he groaned as you ran your tongue over it, draping an arm over his face as he flushed bright pink.
âAh- ah- sensitive-â he whined, the tip of his tail almost vibrating in your hand. You took it in your mouth and he gasped, his chest heaving as you sucked on the tip of his tail. He was breathing heavily as you let him go, and you stripped off your clothes before straddling his tail, pressing your wet core against his scales. âYou can- you can ride me if you want,â he said shyly through heavy breaths.
âDo you want me to ride you, Heat?â You asked mischievously, âDo you want me to use your tail however I like?â
âYes, yes,â he whined, âuse me however you want princess, pleaseâ
You shuffled to get a little more comfortable before you pressed down hard and began to grind against him, the strange new texture feeling surprisingly good against your cunt, slick transfering to his tail and lubricating your movements and you rolled your hips against him. You immediately struggled to hold back your moans, having been throbbing with need at the mere sight of those two proud cocks that sat in front of you and the way he whimpered at every delicate touch you gave him, immensely relieved at finally getting some much needed friction. He sat up a little, supporting himself with one hand while the other held your hip, helping you find more pressure as you grinded on him. Heat's eyes were wide as he watched you enjoy his tail, never in his life had anyone used him in this way, your juices glistening against his iridescent scales as the wet patch grew larger with every roll. His cocks were twitching as he watched you, his eyes almost black from how blown out his pupils were. Precum leaked from his cocks just watching you pleasure yourself with his body. Heat thought you looked unbearably beautiful like that, lost in your pleasure on top of his tail, a shining jewel worthy of his collection. Never had he thought a woman would accept him like this, and yet somehow you seemed turned on by it, a fact he couldn't wrap his head around but certainly wasn't complaining about.
âHnng, feels good~â you mewled, grinding faster as you felt that coil in your abdomen begin to tighten. Just having the opportunity to play with a beast like Heat was making you hotter, his tail slapping excitedly against the mattress behind you as your orgasm drew close. You looked down at his two cocks, twitching with need in front of you, noticing now the way the piercings on his human form seemed split between them, with two ladders in the higher shaft, and the remaining ladder and tip on the lower, though being that he no longer had defined heads to his cocks, the tip piercing was considerably lower down his shaft. There were swollen bumps along the underside of each that you had no doubt would feel incredible inside you, the bases of each shaft incredibly thick and tapering to the pointed tips, comparable to tentacles. Precum beaded at the tips and rolled down the undersides, your eyes following the beads as they travelled, making you unconsciously lick your lips. They were not unlike the dildo you had back home, and your moans grew harsh just looking at them and considering what one would feel like inside you, knowing you surely couldn't take both, and suddenly your coil was snapping violently, gushing your release over his tail and shaking on top of him as you struggled to stay upright.
You gave him a crooked, fucked out smile as his tail supported your back, still twitching a little in the afterglow of your orgasm. You slid yourself backwards, leaving a wet trail along his tail as you shuffled down it, until you were far back enough to lean down and run a tongue against his lower cock, taking the other in your hand. They were almost scaldingly hot to the touch, but it didn't deter you from running your tongue up one then the other, playing with them with your tongue, like a greedy child with two icecreams.
âThey're so big,â you purred, âhow am I gonna fit them inside me?â
âI can warm you up,â he offered, âwith.. um.. with my tail. If you want.â He'd always wanted to penetrate someone with his tail, but given how scared people usually were he hadn't ever dared to suggest it. He had a feeling though, given your enthusiasm for this form, that perhaps you would be willing.
You looked up at him wide eyed, was he really offering to fuck you with his tail? âOh fuck yes,â you replied eagerly, arching your back so your pussy was more exposed behind you. You felt the movement underneath you as his tail curled and shifted, until the tip was brushing against your bare cunt. âHnng, yes, fuck. Fuck me with your tail Heat~â
You both whined as his tail rubbed against your pussy, searching for the entrance, successfully finding it and sliding in. Heat was slow and careful, he'd never tried this before but he knew his tail was sensitive, so he'd wanted to try this for a while. It didn't feel as good as getting his dick wet, but it was pleasant and sent shivers through him as he felt your gummy walls squeezing around him. You licked at the tips of his cocks, holding them together to take both ends into your mouth at once, moaning around them as his tail pressed in further and began to stretch your cunt, thrusting in and out slowly. You switched your focus to one cock, still servicing the other with your hand, bobbing your head at the same pace as his tail was pumping into you. You couldn't hope to take all of him in this form, his girth far too much at the base for your lips, but you could get a good two thirds in before the corners of your mouth stung too much from the stretch.
He pushed his tail into you further, getting it close to the girth of his cock, getting you used to the stretch. He didn't want to get you entirely stretched out, he wanted to feel your tight cunt struggling to take him when you finally sunk down on him. His tail curled inside you, focusing on your sweet spots, making you vibrate his dick with your sweet moans until you let his cock go with a pop. âAhh, gonna cum, fuck,â you whined, your hands pumping his two cocks in a messy unfocused pattern as he fucked you faster and a second orgasm ripped through you, juices dripping down Heat's tail.
âWant- want your cock,â you whimpered, practically collapsing on him. You had hoped to ride him while you held those pretty horns but you simply didn't have it in you anymore, your legs turned to jelly and shaking.
Heat rolled you gently until your back was against the mattress, your thighs wrapping around him as he laid on top of you, hooking your ankles together behind where his ass would be. You felt his cocks heavy against your abdomen as he looked at you like you were the most precious thing he'd ever seen, his delicate human treasure. âPlease,â you whined, feeling unbearably empty without his tail in you.
âShh, I'm gonna give you what you want, my jewel,â he cooed, reaching between your bodies to position his lower cock, the thin tip easily sliding inside as the higher one laid against your clit. You took most of him with ease, his tail having prepared you well, until he began to reach the thickest part of his cock and your cunt began to strain against the stretch. Heat groaned as he bullied himself into you, whispering praises as he bottomed out, the tip of his cock brushing against your cervix and making you wince. He withdrew a little, not wanting to hurt you, until the pain melted from your face.
âLook at you, taking me so well,â he groaned, sliding back out slowly and pushing back in fast, making you practically scream. He made harsh thrusts, unable to restrain himself now that he was buried in your heat, grunting with each deep slide of his cock, the additional stimulation of his higher cock grinding against your clit with every thrust making you moan loud enough for the whole ship to hear. âGood girl, fuck, good girl,â Heat grunted, the wet squelch of his cock in your soaked cunt filling the small room. âSweet little treasure, all mine, all fucking mine,â he growled, his speed picking up as his fingers left bruises on your hips, claws sinking in and pricking your skin. âSo pretty, my jewel.â
âAh, Heat, so good, so good,â you whined, making your own marks on him as your fingernails dug into his back. The way the base of his cock pressed hard against your g-spot with every deep thrust was making your coil pull tight again, a fucked out smile spread on your face and your mind entirely lost to the pleasure Heat was giving you. He felt your pussy flutter around him, incredibly aroused as he saw that grin on your face and the way your eyes were rolling, your tits bouncing with each thrust.
âAhh fuck, gonna cum,â Heat whined, his pace turning desperate and erratic as he got lost watching your breasts bouncing, âso pretty, so fucking pretty, gonna cumâ
âI wanna- I wanna be covered in it,â you moaned, reaching down to jerk off the cock that wasn't inside you. He made a sharp whine as you pumped him fast, your walls clamping down around him giving him the final push he needed to finish, doing his best to work you through your orgasm before he pulled out and held his cocks together, jerking himself off till impossibly hot cum shot out in ropes across your abdomen and breasts, your thighs squeezing tight around him as your body shook.
Heat collapsed next to you, his cocks slowly retreating back into his slit as you both panted hard. Your stomach was coated in his seed and you couldn't help but run your fingers through it, playing with it while your clit throbbed from overstimulation. âSo hot,â you sighed between heavy breaths, âthat felt so fucking good.â
âI'm glad you enjoyed it, my treasure,â Heat purred, rolling to his side and intertwining his tail with your legs. Heat felt unbelievably accepted and vulnerable in this moment, having never experienced such pleasures with a woman in his true form. He felt wholly accepted, the anxiety and fear of rejection he felt at the start entirely wiped away. âWe should get you cleaned up thoughâ
âMmm, I could do with a shower,â you mused, making circles in the hot cum on your stomach with your index finger. Heat near purred at the way you willingly rubbed his scent into you by playing with his cum, only further adding to his possessiveness.
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yandere!jjk x f!reader
yandere, reverse harem, isekai, jujutsu kaisen x fem!reader, slowburn, slowburn yandere
You don't know how or why, but you've been isekai'd into the world of Jujutsu Kaisen. Although your first instinct is to stay away from the plot, you've been blessed with an abnormal amount of cursed energy, and for better or worse, you find yourself sucked into the storyline. You decide that you may as well use your newfound powers for the greater good, and if you're lucky, you might succeed in rewriting some of the characters' fates. But it turns out that your presence in this world is an even bigger deal than you first thought, and soon, everyone wants to make you theirs.
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Itadori helps you to your feet, and you canât help but stare at your hand, at the way that itâs tightly grasping his. Even now, it still feels like a dream. Youâre actually holding Itadori Yujiâs hand, like itâs no big deal.
Honestly, itâs almost impossible not to fangirl.
But perhaps itâs a good thing that your nose is bleeding right now (not really), because it prevents you from making a total fool of yourself, and so, with great reluctance, you let go of Itadoriâs hand and start walking.Â
âMan, Iâm really sorry about this,â Itadori apologizes again, rubbing the back of his neck uncomfortably. âI feel awful. I should have been more aware of my surroundings. I know apologizing doesnât actually help much, but Iâm seriously sorry, and Iâll do whatever it takes to make it up to you!â
Yes, your nose hurts like a bitch, but being kicked with that soccer ball allowed you to meet him, so in the grand scheme of things, youâre not complaining.Â
Still, thereâs a lot of blood, so you definitely need to see the school nurse.Â
Itâs actually for the best that Itadori is walking with you and guiding you along, his hand resting gently against your back in case you sway unsteadily and trip over your own feet. Without him, you wouldnât have a damn clue where youâre going. Itâs the first time youâve ever stepped foot in this school, after all. Based on what those girls said earlier, it sounds like youâre a recent transfer student or somethingâŚ? Thatâs a rather convenient plot device. Although this whole situation is so ridiculous that you would expect nothing less, really.
âJust a bit further,â Itadori encourages. He offers you a bright smile, and you have to squint through your eyes, because he may as well the sun. His protagonist status couldnât be any more obvious.Â
Eventually, you arrive at the infirmary, and Itadori promptly slides the door open and pokes his head into the room.
âUm, excuse me? Miss nurse? Thereâs a student here who got hurt pretty badly, and she needs help.âÂ
Thereâs no response. You follow him and step inside the room. Sure enough, itâs empty, so you can only assume the nurse isnât here right now. Sheâs off doing god-knows what. Seriously, what is it with school nurses and never being around to do their jobs?Â
âUh-oh,â you say, a few droplets of blood slipping through the cracks of your fingers and splattering onto the floor. âI donât feel so goodâŚâ
Youâre hit by a sudden wave of dizziness, and Itadori catches you in his arms before you can fall onto the floor. Maybe you should have taken him up on his offer to carry you earlier. You already know from watching the anime how abnormally strong he is. He lifts you up as if youâre weightless, then gently places you down on one of the beds.Â
âUh, crap,â Itadori mumbles, brows pulling together in concern. âIâm not that good with this kind of stuff, but for now⌠just lie down, okay? Iâll get you some tissues.â
You watch him scurry around the room, nearly knocking things over in the process, but he returns to your bedside before long, offering you a needlessly large pile of tissues.
âŚactually, considering how bad your nosebleed is, those tissues still might not be enough.
âThanks,â you say, shifting onto your side so that you can face him. You grab a few tissues and press them to your poor, aching nose.
What a terrible first impression. Here you are, having finally met one of your favorite characters of all time, with blood gushing down your face. Itâs incredibly unflattering, you have to admit. Most people would probably think itâs pretty gross. Youâre lucky that Itadori is the nicest, friendliest person ever.Â
âIâm so sorry,â he apologizes for the millionth time. The poor guy looks guilty beyond belief. Itâs not his fault that heâs got superhuman strength. He can blame the author of Jujutsu Kaisen for that.
âDonât worry about it,â you wave off, still holding the tissues close to your nose, so your voice comes out a bit muffled. âAccidents happen. Iâll live.âÂ
âBut still! You look like youâre really suffering, and I justââ He stops to sigh. âAnyways, itâs my bad. I canât change what happened. I just wish I knew a better way to help.â
âSeriously, Iâm okay,â you insist. âI donât want you to keep beating yourself up over it. Um⌠earlier, I heard someone say your name. Itadori, right? Iâm [Name].â
You obviously already know his name. You know even more about him than he does, to be honest. You know what the future holds in store for him, and how soon, his life will change forevermore.
âItâs nice to meet you, [Name].â Itadori chuckles weakly, hanging his head in defeat. âIf only weâd met on better terms. After today, I swear Iâm never playing soccer ever again. Iâm going on strike! Even if those guys keep pestering me to play with them, it wonât happen!â
âThereâs really no need to go that far. I promise Iâll be fine.â Hesitantly, you pull the tissues away from your nose. It seems like the bleeding has mostly stopped. âSee? Iâm already getting better. This is no biggie.â
âDamn. Youâre really tough,â Itadori marvels. âMost people wouldnât be as calm as you. Itâs badass!â
No, Iâm just too busy fangirling over you right now.
You obviously keep your thoughts to yourself, but itâs impossible to fully suppress the smile that keeps rising to your lips. None of this makes any sense, and truthfully, you canât help but wonder what happened in the real worldâthe world youâre from. You wonder about how your parents and friends are reacting to your disappearance, or if youâve even disappeared at all. Maybe this is some sort of alternate reality. Maybe youâre living within both worlds, simultaneously, without even realizing it.
Ugh. Itâs probably best not to think too hard about it. This whole thing is way too trippy.
"The nurse still isnât here,â Itadori remarks. âI guess it is lunchtime. Well, either way, Iâll stay and wait with you until sheâs back.âÂ
âI appreciate it,â you smile.Â
Obviously, the canon plot of Jujutsu Kaisen has yet to kick off, because this is just an ordinary high school, which means he hasnât met Fushiguro or Gojo at this point. It also means that heâs incapable of seeing curses. But for some reason, you are.
You were able to see that weird insect-like curse from before, when no one else could. That means that you must at least have an above-average amount of cursed energy, right? The curse also ran away when you approached it. Maybe thatâs why? Because it sensed that you were aware of it?
Who knows, really. But you suppose itâs a good thing that youâre able to perceive curses. There are some exceptionally dangerous ones out there, and you feel much more at ease knowing that you wonât be completely blind to them.
For a little while, you just stare at Itadori. You make a point of studying all his features, the same features youâve only ever been able to glimpse across a screen, or while flipping through the pages of a manga. Itâs so surreal that youâre able to hold a conversation with him like this. Itâs strangeâbut also exhilaratingâto see him looking your way and to know that the smile on his face is directed towards you.
But⌠all that being said, you know what kind of world Jujutsu Kaisen is. You know how incredibly dangerous the plot will become, and how your life can easily be put at risk. Every fan dreams of being able to interact with their favorite characters, but just because youâre now living in a fictional world, it doesnât mean you have a death wish.
You wonât be able to spend much time with Itadori. Soon, heâll go off to Jujutsu High, and youâll probably never see him again. Thereâs no guarantee that youâll even talk after this. The only reason you met was because of some fortunate accident that granted you the rare opportunity to speak to him. Heâs a popular guy, after all. There are plenty of other people heâll be spending his time with.
Still, it was nice while it lasted. You should be content with just getting to meet him at all. You should be grateful for an opportunity that normally wouldnât exist.
âOh, there she is,â Itadori perks up. It seems like the nurse has just returned, and he stands up and hastily bows to her. âIâm so sorry! I accidentally kicked [Name] in the face with a soccer ball, and she got really hurt because of me! Please take a look at her to make sure sheâs okay!â
âYou did what?â the nurse blinks, and she hurriedly glances over at you to find you flashing her a thumbs-up, with a wad of bloody tissues pressed to your nose. A heavy sigh falls from her lips. âOh, good grief.â
âIt looks worse than it is,â you reassure.Â
âLet me be the judge of that, please. You should run along and enjoy whatâs left of your lunchtime,â she tells Itadori. âThank you for bringing her. Iâll take care of it, so donât worry.âÂ
Itadori frowns. âI hope sheâll be alright. Is there anything at all I can help with? Iâll stay behind if you need me to, just so I canââ
âEverything will be fine,â the nurse insists, unscrewing a jar filled with cotton balls. âClasses will be starting soon, so just let me handle this. Alright?â
âYeah. Alright. Iâm sure you know best.â Itadori looks back at you once more. He smiles in a way that conveys how bad he still feels. âIâll get going now, [Name]. Again, Iâm really sorry for what happened. I hope you feel better soon.â
He leaves moments later, and you exhale softly. This was a remarkably coincidental meeting. The two of you hardly know each other, and you doubt another opportunity like this will arise. It was destined to be a one-time thing. Thatâs what you instinctively believe.
But of course, youâre wrong.
â[Name], hey! Good morning!â
You blink repeatedly. Itâs a brand-new day, and youâre back at school again. Yesterday you went home to find that your parents in this world look exactly like your real parents, except, well, theyâre not. They act like them, too. Mostly, at least. In a way, itâs reassuring to have them around, but since they arenât as bewildered as you are by this new world, you can tell they havenât been isekaiâd. Theyâre just kind of here. Like placeholders, or something.
Anyways, nothing out of the ordinary happened last night. You had the same kind of interactions with your parents as you normally would. You know better than to question all the semantics, so youâre just going to go with the flow and make the most of this situation.
But right now, youâre rightfully taken aback, because Itadori is grinning ear-to-ear while he waves to you.
âUm, hey,â you reply, blinking yet again. âWhatâs up?â
âNothing much,â Itadori keeps smiling. âBy the way, how are you feeling today? I heard you went home yesterday after lunch to get some rest, but the nurse told me your nose wasnât broken or anything, which is a relief.â
âYeah, itâs all good,â you nod. âApparently itâs not uncommon to get a nosebleed after getting hit in the face. It doesnât always mean itâs broken. So, I donât need to go to the hospital to get it realigned or anything. Which is good, because I was really dreading that. I heard it hurts like a bitch.â
âIâm sure it does,â Itadori laughs. He stops himself, though, looking very sheepish all of a sudden. âBut, uh⌠seriously, Iâm really sorry about what happened. I feel like I shouldnât be joking around after what I did to you.â
Aw. What a cutie.
Heâs a sweetheart, no doubt about it. You wish you could express how much youâre grateful just for the opportunity to even talk to him, but if you tell him the truth, heâll definitely think youâre crazy. And so will everyone else.
âDonât stress about it,â you smile. âThereâs just a bit of swelling and slight bruising. Iâll be good as new in no time.â
Itadori beams at you. âYouâre so nice, [Name]! Thanks so much for not holding this against me. Iâll try to figure out a way to make it up to you in the meantime.â
You keep trying to reassure him that thereâs really no need, but he seems determined to right his wrongs. Together, you walk into the school building, quickly lock up some of your belongings, then you head to the classrooms.
âThis is my class,â you say, stopping in front of one of the rooms. Yesterday you skimmed through some of your relevant school documentation, like your student ID, enrollment papers, etcetera. Youâre a new transfer student, so thankfully, there were a bunch of papers lying around at home for you to consult.Â
Itadori tilts his head to the side. âWeird. I donât think Iâve ever seen you. I stop by here pretty often. A few of my friends are in this class.â
âI just transferred in recently, so thatâs probably why.âÂ
âOh, right. I think I remember hearing that we got a new transfer student. Are you liking it so far? I mean, apart from getting kicked with a soccer ball, obviously.â
You chuckle softly. âItâs been⌠good. Um, yeah. I have no complaints.â
Mostly because my memories of this place donât date back any farther than yesterday.
The hallways are bustling with students hurrying to get to class, so regretfully, it doesnât look like you have much more time to loiter around and chat.Â
âI guess I should head to my classroom now,â Itadori says. âBut Iâm glad to hear youâre feeling better! Iâll see you again soon, okay?â
âYeah, see you around,â you smile.
He walks off, and within moments of stepping away from you, some other student comes up to him and drapes an arm around his shoulder. Heâs absurdly popular, of course. The kind of person that others naturally gravitate towards.
You smile, heart pounding wildly in your chest. Itâs still crazy how this is even happening right now. Talking to him always leaves you breathless, in a sense. It leaves you feeling giddier than you can even put into words.
Even though your nose is still a bit sore, youâre in such good spirits that it hardly even fazes you, so you turn around with a spring in your step.
Only to hastily clear your throat.
âUm, sorry if this is a weird question, but⌠does anyone know which desk I sit at?â
Lunch rolls around, and Itadori returns.Â
It turns out that when he said heâd see you again soon, he meant really soon. You watch, mouth agape, as he excitedly waves to you from your classroomâs doorway.Â
â[Name]!â he calls out. â[Name], hey! Over here!â
Heâs as expressive as ever, and your classmates donât even look surprised that heâs calling your name with such enthusiasm, despite you having only just transferred in. Itadoriâs so friendly that itâs practically a given heâll get along with everyone.
You walk over and give him a curious look. âItadori? Whatâs going on?â
âNothing much,â he grins. âJust wanted to ask if you wanted to eat lunch together. My treat! Itâs the least I can do for you, all things considered.âÂ
âAre you sure? You really donât have to. I packed a lunch from home,â you say, gesturing towards the bento box on your desk.
He scratches his cheek. âHm, okay. Well, I guess I wonât buy you lunch today, but Iâll definitely do it next time! Did you want to eat together anyways?â
No way.
You canât believe this is actually happening. Itâs crazy enough that you were able to meet him in the first place, but now heâs even going out of his way to seek you out? You suspect itâs mainly because he feels guilty for injuring you and wants to make sure youâre okay, but still.
Itadori Yuji could actually become your friend?Â
âY-Yes,â you blurt, immediately cringing at how excited you sound. âUm, yes. Thank you for inviting me. Iâd love to eat lunch with you.â
âAwesome!â
His grin shows no sign of disappearing, and you race back into the classroom to quickly grab your bento box, heart fluttering all the while.
Together, you walk through the hallways, and it looks like heâs leading you someplace. You can only assume it must be his usual lunch spot.
Eventually, he stops in front of another classroom. It has a big plaque above it that reads Home Economics, but thereâs also a paper plastered to the door. A paper that says something else entirely.
Before you can even comment, Itadori slides the door open and looks back at you, grinning yet again.
âWelcome⌠to the Occult Research Club.â
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Stranger Than (Fan)Fiction - Chapter 1: Alternate Universe
Previous Chapter: Prologue: Crossover
Summary: Your unexpected arrival in Hawkins brings many questions for Eddie...but he knows better than to ask dumb questions.
Word Count: 5.1k
Pairing: Eddie Munson/Fem!Reader
Warnings/Themes: No-Upside-Down AU, Fluff, Love at First Sight?, Tiny Angst if you Squint, Isekai, Mentions of FOI-compliant events and characters, Lovesick Eddie, unbelievable pacing...just roll with it, Everything's Coming Up Munson
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It seemed like everyone was there to say goodbye.
Your parents, Sam, Pat, Bonnie, all of your friends and their families. Everyone you know.
What a surprise.
You thought it was gonna be a quick morning getaway.
You'd already had dinner at Danny's last night with your parents and had seen countless facesâfamiliar and unfamiliarâwho'd wished you well. This morning was just supposed to be about bags placed in the trunk, last minute hugs and tears from your mom, and then off you'd go.
You hadn't expected this.
Some little voice inside of you questioned why you hadn't; you'd known them all for practically your whole life.
5 years.
What...no...18 years.
Why wouldn't they want to be here as you embarked on your big journey away?
Sam gave a tearful speech. Your dad made some corny joke that only a dad could, one that had everyone in uproarious laughter--more laughter than people, it seemed--and then it was time to go.
You didn't have a real schedule, of course, you just wanted to make it to your destination with ample time. Nothing like driving into an unfamiliar town in the middle of the night only to find yourself in a heap of trouble.
Pat, ever observant, was the one to notice the anxiety etched on your face. He was as much your best friend as Sam was, maybe even more than she was; you'd known each other since Kindergarten, sat next to each other in the reading circle, of course he could tell you were itching to leave.
"Alright guys," he announced, clapping his hands twice the way a star quarterback would. "I'm sure she's ready to get away from all of us."
"Yeah," Sam let out a watery laugh. "You need to go so you can come back as soon as possible. Wink wink." She flashed her hand with the little diamond chip engagement ring that you helped Pat pick out, and then she collapsed against you in a hug.
"You go and you have the best time," she whispered in your ear. You nodded and buried your face in her hair. "I can't wait to hear all about it. Write letters home? Call? But don't worry about us, we'll all be safe here. Ok?"
"Yeah," you said breathlessly.
Then the next thing you knew, in the blink of an eye, you were in the driver's seat of your car, rolling towards the end of the block. You adjusted your rearview mirror and saw everyone you loved waving goodbye to you. You rolled down your window, and blew them a kiss and sent a wave; you'd miss them so much. You'd be back soon enough though; now it was time for you to just be free.
âGo back?â you quoted one Mr. Bilbo Baggins to yourself as you turned the corner and left everything you knew behind. âImpossible! Go forward? Only thing to do! On we go!â
This was it.
Eddie was dead.
That had to be the explanation.
Your car was one thing, and he could excuse it. He could convince himself it was anything else.
But you? His favorite character from his favorite television show. Someone who was absolutely, definitely fictional.
It was impossible.
"Hey!" you called out to the Mayfields with your voice, your your voice and not Rosemary Glass's voice. Your real voice. Yours.
Eddie pinched himself pretty unforgivinglyâone last ditch effort to prove this was a dreamâand winced.
Not dreaming. Definitely dead.
You quickly shut the door and crossed the distance towards Susan and Max.
"I'm sorry, it's late and it's cold; I've been driving all over and the road got icy, I must have lost traction. Need new tires maybe."
"Too bad," Susan snapped at you. "You hit my car, I'm calling the sheriff."
The two of you went back and forth for a second as you tried to get her not to call the cops and she stood her ground.
"I can pay for it!" You exclaimed suddenly and Susan froze in her spot. "And then some, for...I dunno, emotional distress I guess. I know it's late. I'm sure I woke you guys up. I'm just...I'm sorry."
You looked around self consciously all of a sudden, and Eddie could hear the faint murmur as you said something under your breath. He froze as your gaze slid over him, paused, and then kept going.
Play it cool, Munson. Don't pass out. Don't fuck this up.
It was hard when the love of his life was standing right there, in the flesh, and had just looked at him.
As Susan and Max met you in the middle of the yard to talk details, Eddie gave himself the pep talk of the century.
Even if he was dead and this was some sort of afterlife, surely the fates had certainly set this up for him. Some being of greater conscience than he--a mere human--could possibly comprehend was giving him this chance at...love? Happiness? It would be a good reward after an unremarkable end to a shitty life.
Or maybe he was still alive and had actually sold his soul to the devil back inside and this was the payoff.
"I'll fucking take it," he muttered to himself and fished another cigarette from the pack with shaky hands; he was gonna need it if he was gonna survive the night.
He watched the interaction between you and Susan with a keen eye, eager to witness the little gestures and mannerisms that he'd only seen on screen. Once it seemed Susan was happy with whatever deal you'd negotiated, you pulled a scrap of paper from the back pocket of your jeans and gesture vaguely around. Max was the one to snatch it from your hand and then point to a dark trailer that sat kitty corner from Granny's.
Were you gonna be his neighbor? This was just getting better and better.
"Thanks," you smiled and, even from this distance, Eddie's heart stopped.
If he was barely hanging on thanks to your presence, how was he gonna survive your smile? Especially if it was inevitably directed at him.
"Pull it together," he grumbled and took a long drag from his cigarette, the cherry flaring extra bright in the darkness of night.
The Mayfields retreated into their home and you shuffled back over to your car, feet kicking the gravel.
You were about to get back in when Eddie abruptly jumped to his feet.
"Hey!" He called out to you. "Uh...I...know my way around cars, I can take a look at it in the morning. I-if you want. Bang out any dents."
"Can you?" you scrunched your nose in the way that made his knees shake. God he was pathetic. "That'd be nice, thanks."
"Yeah no problem," he smiled the friendliest and most welcoming smile he could.
His thoughts raced at lightspeed now, a mixture of logic and hope. No matter the circumstance, you were here because of him, which meant that this was his shot. So, he would fix your car--or at least try to--figure out if you were some sort of demon or something, and then ask you out.
Easy.
And hopefully you'd say yes. Hopefully. Eddie was gonna be optimistic, but not an idiot. He had to stay humble.
As you maneuvered your car the short distance to the dark trailer, Eddie watched. And in the glow of your taillights, he noticed the abundance of bumper stickers that adorned the trunk. Stickers that werenât there in the finale, which meantâŚ
"She got to have her adventure," he said to himself in awe, happy that...at least in the few months since you left Port Geneva, you mightâve gotten to experience the world just like you wanted to.
He couldn't wait to ask you all about it. He couldn't wait to find out everything.
The morning took way too long to arrive.
Eddie tried to sleep but he was too wired, too excited.
He already decided that he was gonna skip class the next day. Or maybe roll in late if you had someplace you needed to be and he wouldn't get to show you around town or something else totally not lame.
Thatâs what he was banking on, though. If you had no plans, he could take you to Bennyâs and get you a short stack with fresh strawberries and whipped cream, just like you got at Dannyâs Diner back home.
âAlright,â he stared at himself in the mirror as he stepped out of the shower. âSee? You canât do that kind of shit. Canât scare her away by making her think you know her already. Thatâs creepy. Gotta act like we don't know her. Easy.â
Not that easy, actually.
He was just...bubbling with thoughts and feelings. Enough that they caused his brain to go into meltdown.
At first, he tried to rationalize it all, tried to come up with some solution. Because somehow, for reasons to be determined at a later time, you left the confines of Port Genevaâs universe and made it to this one, where you were actually definitely real.
Right? You couldn't be a hallucination if the Mayfields had talked to you too. In fact, they talked to you first. So if anything, you were their hallucination.
Eddie tried to recall something that Henderson and Sinclair had babbled on about at lunch the other day: some new issue of the Flash comics. Crisis on Infinite Universes or something where people jumped to different timelines. Whatever that meant. If he had the time, he knew he should ask them a few questions about different universes and how this might all be possible.
Purely hypothetical, spin it as some idea for a campaign.
But why would he wait and let a good thing pass him up just because this was weird and he had questions?
Best case scenario, no one beside him would realize that you were a tv character, they would just think your name was familiar or something.
Worst case scenario they accuse him of witchcraft and bringing you into this dimension or something because there was no way you were real.
It would all work itself out in the end. He just had to be uncharacteristically optimistic and keep his eyes on the prize.
Come morning, Wayne got home from work and he walked in the door just as Eddie had changed clothes for the fifth time, made coffee AND breakfast for him, and washed the dishes.
âWell isnât this a surprise,â he remarked and stared at the scene in front of him. âDo I wanna know what you did?â
âYou remember when I was younger,â Eddie began as he fiddled with his rings. âAnd I asked youâŚI dunnoâŚsomething about the birds and the bees and you said âIâll tell you when youâre older kid?ââ
âHmm,â Wayne crossed his arms over his chest and ran a hand over his mouth. âGo on.â
âItâs nothing bad but, uh, Iâll tell you when youâre older Wayne.â
His uncle cracked a fond smile, gave him a pat on the shoulder, and then shuffled down to the bathroom.
Eddie sighed in relief and took a sip of his coffee while he looked out the window towards your trailer. It was daytime now; he didnât expect to see lights on or anything, but he knew you got in late and didnât want to interrupt your sleep. Not a great first impression.
Before long, though, heâd just gotten too antsy to wait anymore. He practically sprintedâdamn when was he gonna learn that he shouldnât skip gym so muchâacross the park to your door, Wayne's meager toolbox from under the sink swinging from his hand.
He paused the slightest bit to admire your car--
How many hours of screen time had been spent in this exact car as you drove Sam and the gang around for various shenanigans. There was one episode, a favorite of his, where everyone was belting out a tune from the radio and you sat there in the driver's seat...too shy to open your mouth. When they finally coerced you? You had the worst singing voice...but you smiled so brightly...that was the moment he knew he loved you...
--and, more importantly, the stickers that adorned it.
There were some normal ones: funny phrases, a few band stickers he wouldnât have expected you to listen to, and a single borderline political one. A sticker that specifically caught his eye said âGreetings from Ereborâ with a sword that had to be Orcrist and dwarvish runes below it.
You were a girl after his own heart; fortunately, it already belonged to you.
Then there were the ones youâd obviously picked up on your travels. He took an extra moment to look at them and think of some questions he could ask. A favorite place you visited, something crazy you might have eaten, or even some fun facts about...Monument Valley, Ocala National Forest, Mystic Falls Virginia, orâŚCicely Alaska?
âDamn,â he let out a low whistle. âMust've put some miles on this thing.â
Having spent enough time just standing there, Eddie finally climbed the stairs and knocked on your door; the walls were thin enough that he could hear you shuffling around inside and he was relieved that he hadnât woken you.
The door swung open--Eddie swore he heard the applause track from Port Geneva play in his head--and then there you were.
It was a moment he would cherish in his heart for the rest of his days. You, standing there, smiling that sweet, unsure smile at him with slightly tired but nevertheless bright eyes. Your clothes were askew from sleep or aforementioned shuffling and you straightened them out a little when you realized what you might look like.
âCigarette porch guy,â you pointed a finger at him in recollection after a moment.
Now was the time, though, to muster up every ounce of Munson Magic that he could. He collected it deep in the core of him and then let it mingle with affection in his heart.
"Cigarette porch guy is my father. You can just call me Eddie."
You snorted a laugh and he beamed confidently; that confidence, however, fled his body as he felt the urge to hop around, giggle, and say "I know" when you introduced yourself. He needed to not screw this up by being a hyper mega-fan.
âI was so tired when I got in, I honestly thought you were a figment of my imagination,â you explained. "I woke up at like...4am trying to figure out if you were real or not."
Funny. He was trying to figure out the same thing.
Still, his heart skipped a beat to know you'd thought about him in any capacity after the few words you'd shared.
âOuch,â he laid a hand on his chest and feigned a stumble. âI know it was late but I would hope I made a bit of a better impression than that.â
You pressed your lips together, scrunched your nose, and looked down at your feet.
âIâm, uh,â Eddie thumbed over his shoulder. âHere to take a look at your car.â
âOh!â Your head snapped right back up. âRight! Yes, oh my god thank you. Let me justâŚget my keys and my shoes hang on.â
You retreated back into the trailer and Eddie, nosy as he was, peeked inside after you. Wayne would be ashamed of him, but he couldn't exactly care right now.
Your trailer mirrored other ones in the park, in terms of layout: a living room, a little kitchen, a hall that probably led to a bedroom. There was furniture though, which was not the norm.
A green armchair and a very well-worn blue plaid sofa that was home to a granny-square quilt, a too-soft pillow, and a very fancy canvas bedroll that Eddie assumed must have belonged to you. There was a dusty coffee table stacked with dustier magazines and newspapers and some very questionable looking mugs and plates of what used to be food. Yuck. A green bicycle with one tire was hung vertically on the wall beside the couch. And a little dining set off the kitchen looked like something straight out of the Brady Bunch.
He tried to remember who lived here before you did with such weird taste in furniture. Even more peculiar, where they might have gone for them to leave all of it behind. Especially the plates. No one came to mind though; he'd have to ask Wayne.
You shuffled down the hall--presumably from the bathroom since you'd slept out on the couch--and hopped as you tugged your sneakers on.
You jingled your keys at him excitedly.
"Here we go," you exclaimed. He held his hand out to take them and you were about to drop them in his palm when you hesitated. "I hope I'm not putting you out."
"Of course not," he reassured you and then backed out of the doorway. "It's my pleasure."
You listened aptly as he touted his excellent mechanic skills--
"You, uh...might hear my van rumble a little bit though. Haven't quite figured out why it's making that sound yet."
--and then you sat on the porch steps to watch him as he got to work.
The two of you talked as he inspected your car.
You were surprisingly very good at making conversation. Eddie always believed that you were a little soft spoken or a little shy, watching you on tv. However, as you spoke so excitedly and confidently and he saw you bloom in front of his very eyes, he wondered if it was just a byproduct of being overlooked whenever Sam took the spotlight with her grand speeches, big emotions, and too-bright personality.
He was suddenly excited at the prospect of seeing the real you and learning a lot more that wasn't shown on TV. In return, he could show you the real him too. Hell, he was always trying to be the real him...there were just some things though...
What an odd idea that hadn't really hit him until now. The desire to have you in his life to share things with, and the reality of having you here. He'd never thought of a relationship with a future before, hell hadn't even thought of his future really. Not even with Paige and the whole rockstar pipe dream, as short-lived as that was.
But the more he thought of that with you, the more he liked it. Desired it.
You started the conversation off by asking him about Hawkins and if he'd lived here for long. He gave probably the most unbiased opinion that he could as he hammered out the dents from your collision: it was a sleepy suburb where nothing ever happened and everyone was judgmental and opinionated and hated everyone who disturbed the status quo.
âArenât they all like that?â You asked, one eye sliding shut in a mischievous wink as you raised both brows in question.
âYeah, Iâm sure they are.â
Then he asked you about how you ended up in Hawkins, of all the places you could have picked, as he taped up the headlight that you'd cracked.
"It was fate or something. Had to bring me here so I could meet you right?" He sputtered over a response to that and you just laughed. "Actually, I just picked a place on a map. Pick two places. Flip a coin. That's how I pick most places Iâve been, you know?"
You took the opportunity to spin a tale about the so-called "perpetual roadtrip" that you'd embarked for the past year. His heart soared to hear that youâd been âpractically everywhereâ and he nodded eagerly when you offered to show him your sketchbook sometime with drawings of your favorite places.
"I know I need to go home at some point," you explained with a dismissive wave of your hand. "I guess I just don't know how to...stop driving. I've started this thing recently where I settle down somewhere for a little while. Maybe a few weeks? Maybe more. Get a job, get to know the people. Then I get to like...the final page of that chapter--the end of my little story in that place--and it's time for me to move on again.
"Actually, I guess it's not moving onto the next chapter; it's more like I've been written into a corner. I just...don't know what it is that I'm looking for. What it is that I need."
Eddie snorted to himself.
How many times had he asked himself what deity wrote his story into a pathetic corner where he couldn't leave Hawkins? And here you were feeling the same, only you were stuck in another way.
"Well...I hope you don't move on from Hawkins too quickly," he said, full of naive hope. "Maybe you'll find what you need here."
"Hmm," you rested your chin on your knees and sighed. "You know what? I kinda hope so too."
There was a lot of weight in your gaze as you watched him, and Eddie cleared his throat awkwardly and continued his inspection of the outside of the car so he wouldnât make a fool out of himself with a mushy smile or a giggle.
He made his way back to the trunk and the bumper stickers; it was then that he asked about Cicely.
"Alaska? Seriously? You drove all the way up there?"
"Ok listen," you said with a conspiratorial grin. "I'm maybe a little bit of a phony. I traded someone for that one. This guy in a diner in Washington."
"Oh yeah?"
"Mmhmm. Damn fine cup of coffee." You snorted to yourself, some inside joke that he wished to be a part of.
"Is that, uh...a perpetual roadtrip thing?"
"IâŚI guess it is."
Finally, to end his self-proclaimed "ten-point inspection," Eddie got into the driver's seat to start the car, chatting all the while.
"Well, if you want a damn fine cup of coffee, there's this diner nearby that I swear makes the best. I know I haven't driven past Chicago or anything but..."
He trailed off as he turned the key in the ignition and noticed the odometer.
Your miles were in the millions.
Several million, at that.
He had half a mind to call you on your shit that you'd never been to Alaska because, surely, you had to have been with that high a number, but then he began to question the sight. He didn't think his odometer even went that high; none of the cars he'd ever seen went into the millions.
Was it just a Volkswagen thing? Or maybe a bi-product of you being here? A wrinkle in the fabric of reality?
Eddie tried to do the mental math but he couldn't figure out how many times you must have circled the states to hit that many miles. Or for how long.
A million miles divided by 365 days divided by 12 hours of driving in a day? He couldnât do that much math without his head hurting. Still, it just didn't make sense. Maybe it was just broken?
"Everything alright?" you suddenly appeared at the door, teeth worrying your lower lip. You laughed but it didnât quite meet your eyes. "You were just saying something about coffee and then you got all quiet. I don't need a new transmission or something do I?"
âYouâŚâ Eddie swallowed and stared at you, wondering if he should point out the odometer, if he should ask. Bur hadn't that been his problem just a few hours ago? Too many questions, too little time. Why was he going to pick this wonderful thing apart when he finally got what he deserved and yearned for all along.
âYou...probably need an oil change,â he announced instead. âIt sounds a little clunky. I, uh, can do it for you but Iâll need to stop by Thatcher Tires for some supplies.â
Your shoulders lost their tension and you let out a sigh of relief.
âEddie, youâre seriously trying to be my hero, huh?â You fawned; hearing his name from your lips, let alone the fact you called him a hero, made his day. His year. Possibly his entire life. âYou wanna fix everything else thatâs wrong with my life?â
âI could try,â he offered eagerly.
âDonât, Iâll seriously take you up on the offer.â You pressed your hands to your cheeks then looked back at the trailer. âOk tell you what, give me likeâŚ20 minutes to get the road off of me and change. Then we can go to Thatcher Tires and you can show me this place with the best cup of coffee? And I can get you breakfast or something?â
Eddie was speechless again; were youâŚasking him out? Ok no you were just showing your gratitude, but it was a first step. Was everything going according to plan for the first time in his life?
He couldnât count everything that happened in â84 for obvious reasons.
You noticed his hesitation and your eyes went wide.
âUnless you had other plans or someplace to be? Iâve already taken up enough of your timeââ
âNo!â He shouted and then backtracked to be a little softer. âIâŚno, thereâs nothing else I have to do today. IâmâŚIâm all yours sweetheart.â
The rest of the day went by without a hitch.
And it truly was the rest of the day that you spent together.
It was almost too good to be true.
Eddie acted as chauffeur and self-proclaimed tour guide of Hawkins. He pointed out specific landmarks you'd need to know as he passed them: the town center, the grocery store, the post office.
"In case you want to send letters home or anything." He glanced your way slyly, hoping to maybe get some excited response about your friends back home, but you hummed noncommittally and turned your attention to the radio instead.
The rest of the ride to Benny's was spent swatting at each other's hands and bickering as you discussed music. When he mentioned that he had a band, you were awestruck, and Eddie's chest puffed with pride.
"Ok," you nodded appreciatively. "I see it now. The whole alt. metal wannabe rockstar thing. It suits you."
"You're gonna take back the whole wannabe rockstar thing when I write a song about you and it's a chart-topper," he teased.
"What's it gonna be about? My loser neighbor crashed her car, she held me hostage at the...dine-ar." You winced at the bad rhyme, but Eddie thought it was adorable. "Obviously I'm no Shakespeare. Please don't consider that my interview to be your songwriter."
You'd surprised Eddie by ordering an omelet instead of your usual, so Eddie, quick on his feet, ordered your usual instead and surprised you.
"Are you a mind reader? I always get that," you confessed. "I was just so tired last night, I figured I needed something a little more substantial."
Once the food arrived, though, you stared longingly at Eddie's strawberry and whipped cream covered pancakes. He took mercy on you and slid his plate to the middle of the table so you could take a few bites. You mirrored him with your own plate and he snagged a couple of bites of eggy, hammy, cheesy goodness.
You butt heads good-naturedly when it came time to dress up the plate of hash browns that came with your omelet. You wanted to keep it simple with salt and pepper, while he wanted them doused in ketchup. Back and forth, your forks clinked against each other's chosen condiment, over and over, until it was a veritable sword fight over the side dish.
"Stop it Eddie! They're so nice and crispy, don't ruin them."
"It won't ruin them. What are you saying right now? That you just don't like ketchup? You're breaking my heart."
"Some things are meant to be enjoyed in their pure and undisturbed state. Keep your filthy tomato goop away from my potatoes!"
The two of you laughed all the while, and Eddie swore it was the most fun he had outside of Hellfire in...quite some time.
Benny, who was also amused by your antics but not enough to listen to it for the rest of the morning, decided enough was enough and brought another plate of hash browns, "on the house if it'll prevent a food fight," before he retreated back to the kitchen.
The trip to Thatcher Tires was quick, and then the two of you spent the rest of the afternoon outside of your trailer again, chatting away as Eddie changed your oil. You sat on your stoop and doodled in your sketchbook as he regaled you with stories of his friends and his favorite haunts around Hawkins.
Granny had come out at one point to say hello and promised a welcome-to-the-park casserole, but after she left you noticed how he'd gotten a little sad and asked him what was wrong.
Eddie told you about Ronnie then, how much he missed her. How it was like missing a whole...bite had been taken out of his side when she finally left for college.
It felt like the easiest thing in the world--telling you everything and having you listen--because he'd already done it before, so many times. Only now, you were able to respond; he could look over and see you smile or laugh at one anecdote or another. Or offer some advice about your own friends who you missed. You didn't even judge him when he mentioned he was on his second repeat senior year; you just told him about your own story as an almost-drop-out.
You understood. You saw him. Just like he knew you would.
At some point late in the afternoon, as the sky began to take pink and orange hues and people started coming home from work, Eddie reluctantly called an end to your day together.
"I took up all of your time," he admitted bashfully, hands shoved in his pockets. "I'm sure you have a million things to take care of."
"I mean yeah," you shrugged. "But one day won't hurt. And it was a really good day."
"It was."
"Thanks for everything Eds." You immediately made a face and he laughed. "Eds? No. Ed...Eddie. God, sorry, I hate the whole figuring-out-the-nickname thing. So weird. Thanks for everthing Eddie."
"Yeah don't mention it," he chuckled.
It was a real midwest goodbye as you loitered at the bottom of your steps, prolonging both of your departures. A promise to bring over that tape he said he'd let you borrow, or to come share in Granny's proffered casserole when you finally received it.
Then finally, when you were practically in the door of your trailer, you turned around and stared at him, worrying your lip with your teeth as you often did.
"You know, I wasn't the valedictorian or anything, that's my best friend Sam," you shuffled your feet and paused for a minute. "But if you ever need help with homework or anything..."
"Yeah," he agreed a little too quickly, eager to get more time with you. "No, yeah...that sounds...great."
"I'm pretty good at history," you went on. "I have a crazy memory, you wouldn't even realize."
"No that sounds great, I'm, uh...failing history right now, actually," he admitted.
"Perfect! You know where to find me."
"It's a dat--study session!" He caught himself quickly, but not quick enough. He felt the heat building in his cheeks as you covered your mouth in a giggle. "Ignore me. Ignore that. I'm just gonna go...yeah."
And then, it was like in the movies. The angels were singing, birds chirping, the slowly dying sun beamed brightly on you as you opened your mouth and said:
"It can be a date if you want it to be. I had a lot of fun today, so I, uh, think that would be pretty great actually."
It was everything Eddie ever wanted, everything he ever dreamed.
A real date. With the real, very real, definitely not fictional girl of his dreams.
He smiled the biggest smile he ever had, big enough to rival a shark, that's how happy he was.
"It's a date, then."
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A young adult Yuu II
Yuu is isekaied into twisted wonnderlar, but they are a "independent" adult in their 20's, college ended and who is fighting for finding a job and survive.
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Having the vision about the queen of hearts
Yuu: *waking up all of a sudden* I think I should put down that herbal teaâŚ..
Ace: *after almost knocking the door down* I need you to let me stay here.
Yuu: *with squinted eyes* If you wake me up again at this hour you'll stay out, I'm in an age and if I don't sleep I don't yield.
Ace: Ah! whatever, from today on I'm part of this dorm!
Yuu: I don't feel ready and I'm not old enough to have a teenager in my charge. âŚ.
Ace: *wearing Riddle's collar*
Yuu: What weird discipline methods are used in the magical world.
Ace: This was done to me by my housewarden!!!!
Yuu: âŚ
Yuu: What weird bullying methods you guys use in the magic world.
Ace: NO IT IS NOT!!!
Deuce and Ace discussing about Riddle
Yuu: *to Grim* I think this Riddle guy is going to be a problem child.
Grim: Technically he's our superior.
Yuu: ...
Yuu: There goes what little authority I had leftâŚ.
Entering Heartslabyul dorm.
Grim: This place is incredible!
Ace: *smiling* This is much better than that dump you call a dorm.
Deuce: What do you think Yuu?
Yuu: My gosh to clean all this⌠so much ornamentation, what a lot of dust that has to accumulateâŚ
Ace and Deuce: âŚ
Yuu: And so many rosebushes, damn, how much water has to be spent on watering.
Deuce: Looks like we're all going to the same class.
Grim: I'm going to outdo all of you.
Yuu: I'm practically your legal guardian already, no one can convince me otherwise at this point.
Crewel: âŚ
Yuu: âŚ
Crewel: You-
Yuu: Don't say another word, I've got enough on my plate.
Crewel: Let's get together once in a while after class, it'll be good for you.
Yuu: Thank you, I could really use someone who isn't a mess of hormones.
Crewel: *putting a hand on their shoulder* My condolences.
In the cafeteria.
Yuu: The food is good!
Ace: Of course this a prestigious school!
Yuu: And it's free!
Deuce: A-are you ok?
Yuu: *almost crying* I won't have to break my head thinking about what to eat every day.
Yuu: So the students are separated into dorms according to their abilities?
Cater: That is.
Yuu: My 10 year old self is shaking.
Cater: ?
Yuu: I'm in a magical school separated by houses, suck on that reality!!!
Riddle: Rules must always be obeyed!
Yuu: *sarcastic* Yes, of course, because people in positions of power always follow the rules.
Riddle: The world works because of the rules!
Yuu: Oh my boy, what a beating you're going to get when you leave school *sighing*
In the botanical garden
Grim: Are you the gardener?
Yuu: Grim!! this kind of work is very hard, *to Leona* you must be very tired, I apologize.
Leona: Tsk, I'm a student.
Yuu: *confused* And shouldn't you be in class?
Leona: And shouldn't you be out of school and working?
Yuu: Ouch.
Trey: You're pretty good at cooking.
Yuu: Ha, ha, ha, I've been living on my own for a long time, although this sweets thing is new.
Trey: Why?
Yuu: I didn't have the time or money for that many ingredients.
Deuce: *believing that chicks can born from any egg*
Yuu: My maternal instinct is getting triggered again?
Yuu: *seeing Cater's ability* I could really use that ability, fuck magic with fire and lights, I want to do several things at the same time.
Riddle rejecting the cake
Ace: All our work!
Yuu: Ha ha, how nostalgicâŚ. this reminds me of my first job, the exploitationâŚ.
Deuce: What ??
Yuu: *with an empty stare* Yeah, you know, all your hard work and dedication thrown away, like this cake.
Ace: *to Deuce* Are we going to become like this when we grow up ???
Deuce: React yuu!!!
Yuu: *come to their senses* How can you throw food away? I can tell you've never been hungry!
Ace: Aaaand back to "responsible" adult mode.
Trey after explaining Riddle's past
Yuu: So mommy issues? Ha, ha, welcome to the club.
Yuu: Do you think it's okay to have students fighting with magic in this way?
Crowley: It's a healthy duel.
Yuu: How can you still be the director of a place full of minors?
Yuu: Today's teenagers are scary!
Crowlwy: Not all our students are like that!!!
Yuu: Are you implying that you're scared of Riddle too?
Crowley: ...
Crowley: Today's teenagers are scary.
Yuu: Please, somebody stop him, the kid is going to get a stroke, he won't make it to 20 if he keeps going like this.
Deuce: Do something Yuu!!!
Yuu: And what do you want me to do? I haven't inherited my mother's chancla ability yet.
Riddle overblot
Yuu: This change can only mean one thing⌠I don't know if I'm ready for this... but as an adult I have to take care of itâŚ
Grim: ??
Yuu: * to Riddle* I know you're going through a difficult time, it's normal, but it's also natural. We all go through these changes in our body
Ace and Deuce: That's not !!!!
Yuu: Isn't that puberty in the magical world?!?!!!!
Trey and Cater: NOOO!!!!
Yuu: *after seeing Riddle's flashback* Someone please bring the little boy a strawberry cake.
Riddle: *apologizing and saying everything he wanted to do*
Yuu: That's it, get me on that mother, let's have an adult to adult talk.
Crowley: Yuu no.
Yuu: I'll show her what respectful parenting is NOT.
Riddle: I want to apologize for what happened.
Yuu: Oh, don't worry, it's okay, although I still don't get that magic thing.
Riddle: It was childish behavior.
Yuu: âŚ
Riddle: I wish I could be as mature as you.
Yuu: Hey, don't be in a hurry to grow up. That adulthood thing is a scam, you never feel mature enough.
Riddle: But-
Yuu: What matters is not to be more grown up in certain situations, it's to learn from them and take a note for the next one. And even if I seem more mature as you say, I'm just as lost as you are in some things, don't let anyone fool you, adults don't have everything under control.
Riddle: Thank youâŚ
Yuu: And let me give you some advice, the family tree can also be pruned.
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Isekai Chronicles: OPEN (see rules)
WON'T write: shy!reader, popular!reader, cheerleader!reader breeding kink, parent!Eddie or parent!reader, pregnancy
WILL write: Eddie Munson x Reader, smut, fluff, angst
***Requests are subject to approval and aren't guaranteed.
Stranger Things (Eddie/Reader)
Isekai Chronicles: Through no powers of your own, you end up in Hawkins 1985, in a tv show that you once saw on Netflix.
Wing Man: (AO3) Steve âthe Hairâ Harrington is your best friend, and is constantly striking out. Sick of this, you two make a deal; youâll wing man for each other. Hooking Steve up with dates is easy, but he finds himself struggling to find you a date. At least, until Dustin starts talking about his new cool friend Eddie. COMPLETE
Crit Happens: (AO3) You are whoâs Dustinâs favorite cousin from out of town who is staying with him for the summer. Eddie finds himself jealous as he's suddenly been pushed aside as Dustinâs favorite dungeon master. When Dustin insists that Eddie join the campaign, you and Eddie quickly butt heads about how Dungeons and Dragons should be played.
Clean: (AO3) After the battle in the Upside Down, you and Eddie try and get clean. SMUT
Candygram: (AO3) It's Valentine's Day and you shoot your shot with Eddie by sending him a candygram.
Water Balloons: (AO3) You and Eddie agree that you aren't interested in having kids.
Meet Me At 4:20: (AO3) Itâs hard to be the new kid in a small town during senior year, and thereâs only one person you actually want to be friends with. So you do the only logical thing, and set up a drug deal.
Dress Code: (AO3) Itâs too damn hot to be wearing your Hellfire Club shirt, unfortunately the rest of the club disagrees. One Shot. Reader x Eddie if you squint (Part 2)
C'More, It's Just One Night: (AO3) (Two-Shot) After getting a fake love note in your locker, you ask Eddie to help you mess up some bullies plans. (Part 2)
Splash Zone: (AO3) You and Eddie go to Garethâs Pool Party
Anomaly: You can talk to anyone in school with no problem. At least, anyone whoâs not named Eddie Munson. (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4)
This Machine...: (AO3) Your birthday is coming up, and Eddie makes you a present.
Saving Throws: Hellfire is your favorite place to be, but why is it so hard to show up when the sun sets at 4 pm?
Corroded Coffin Friendship Bracelets Trend HCs
Being in Hellfire Club HCs
HIATUS
Players Wanted Master List: A series of one-shots about various Readers asking to join Hellfire Club (HIATUS)
Plus One: (AO3) (HIATUS) Once upon a time, you made a deal with the school freak that if he ever got famous then he'd invite you to be his plus one at a red carpet event. Now a decade later an invite shows up at your house asking you to be the +1 to Eddie Munson, front man of Corroded Coffin. (1 2 HIATUS)
Upside Down to Inside Out: (AO3) It has been four months since anyone has heard from Eddie 'The Freak' Munson. After the Events of the Upside Down, he skips town, leaving you to reflect on the fallout and how your relationship changed during the battle for Hawkins. (1 2)
Sally Face (Sal Fisher/Reader)
Can't Be Unseen: (AO3) Flirting is fun, but flirting with Sal Fisher is the most fun of all.
Beetlejuice The Musical (Beetlejuice/Reader)
The Convention Fic: You were a mod for one of the biggest YouTube gamer, Beetlejuice. Now youâre finally going to meet him in person. Shitpost AU got Wild (Discontinued)
Snapchat: Youâre on vacation and to your surprise, your favorite demon sends you a friend request on SnapChat. 18+
Haunt Me: Possession, haunting, rough sex, consensual scene, respecting safe-words, after care. 18+
The Conglomerate (Demon OCs x Reader)
The Ciarog Cockwarming Fic: Exactly what you expect. 18+
**Dividers by @strangergraphics
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Fem!reader Isekai in Lookism ?
Anon, so sorry I'm answering this exactly 3 months later. You're my last request from May and I was soooo close to deleting it because I have had exactly zero ideas. Then I got partly inspired by @honeyhotteok fic here and now I'm running on less than 3hrs sleep in work and it's your fault. Oh yeah, and I've completely twisted the ask as well. It's not even close. So all that wait was for nothing đđťââď¸
Adventures of YOUR part time job in the Lookismverse
G/N. You work the graveyard shift in a convenience store. You meet bizarre characters on different nights. Part 2
There's something wrong with people your age these days.
Everyone seems to be either in a gang or up to some shady shit. Seriously what is going on. Is this all a big joke that only you aren't in on?
Just the other day you swear you saw a group of guys in boiler suits punch through some walls across the street. Like what the fuck? What did the wall ever do to you? And then someone apparently called Tabasco starts chanting something about Burn Knuckles and oh my fucking god it's 11pm please shut up.
Oh course you never said that, you still have some sense of self preservation.
And how does anyone even have the time for all this. Between school and this part time job, you barely have enough hours to sleep.
You miss Daniel, the coworker who you haven't seen for a good year but used to gossip into the early morning with. He always seemed a bit nervous and fidgety when you voiced your concerns and observations, but you just assumed he was a nervous and fidgety kinda guy.
There would have been some fun stories to share. Instead now you work the graveyard shift on your own.
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Case in point, the guy standing in front of you looks like one bad conversation away from a mental breakdown.
And really you're not in the habit of checking out customers but he cuts a striking figure. Every exposed inch of skin besides his face inked, and (you silently ask for his forgiveness for the objectification) the biggest chest you have ever seen. What even is this guy eating? What is this guy injecting? Lifting?
The question is almost out of your mouth but then you see the look in his eyes and slam your lips shut.
Nevermind. You ring his purchases through and tell him to have a good night.
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You're restocking the shelves when you notice a guy with a scar across his lip and nose, dripping blood from god knows where all over your freshly mopped floor.
Which is alarming in itself but come on man. Look at the floors. You're making it so fucking gross.
He notices you watching him, gives you an apologetic look and says he'll take care of it.
He makes a quick call and in comes 26 guys, one after the other and they line up in front of him.
You know it's exactly 26 because you counted all 26. And you've also watched all 26 pairs of dirty shoes trample over your previously nice clean floor.
The blood drippy guy asks politely for the mop and bucket and you think this must be some sort of prank because why the hell is this even necessary. 26 guys to share your one solitary mop and bucket and to clean a goddamn floor that you managed in 10 minutes.
"Get out." He blinks at you, taken aback by your tone. "Or I'm calling the police."
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"You can bring your pups in!" You call out to the emo teen lurking outside.
Health and safety be damned because look how fucking cute these dogs are!
He hesitates but then the rain grows heavier and all three rush in.
You miss the suspicious glance he gives you, too fixated on how adorable the dogs are. You don't even mind their wet fur or muddy paws because look at these little babies!
And huh, this guy must really love them too with his, you squint, God? Dog? hoodie on. D'aww that's so stinking sweet.
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Damnit, you knew these two would be trouble the moment they stepped foot into your store.
The tall blonde just gives off a distinct creepy vibe and the shorter one has his entire eyebrows shaved off.
Shaved. Off.
You couldn't help but stare when you put their purchases through and noticed some regrowth and stubble. Is this a trend you missed out on? Either way you're glad because there's no way you're shaving off your own eyebrows.
They converse in Japanese, not even saying a word to you. No thanks or anything, which is fine you suppose. But then they pay you in fucking yen.
They're out the door by the time you see the cash and fuck. Your boss is going to go apeshit when he finds out.
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"What do you think, sweetheart?"
A new blonde guy addresses you tonight and for crying out loud, you just want a quiet shift.
What do you think of his white suit? With the garish LV logos? That it's tacky as fuck. That anyone with any sort of taste would never ever wear that. You keep your actual thoughts to yourself and instead just say it's fine.
That does nothing to subdue the blonde. He does stop talking to you though, and just mutters bitterly under his breath. You catch the words blind and tasteless.
His partner smirks at your response.
And isn't that a whole other kettle of fish because it's currently 2am and you're indoors and who the hell wears sunglasses right now. You think he's a douche of the highest calibre.
The smirk is wiped from his face when he asks for cigarettes and you ask for ID. He doesn't have it on him.
"No can do. No ID, no sale."
He leans aggressively into your space, and reveals his eyes peering over his sunglasses.
My god, what is up with this duo? One with the tacky suit, and this one with the ugly black contact lenses.
You don't budge and the guy is dragged out by the blonde cackling.
Ugh. That laugh gives you a headache for the rest of your shift.
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You really wish customers would stop involving you in their conversation.
This one, who looks exactly like how you would imagine a SoundCloud rapper that has their mother following them and no one else, asks you to listen to his music.
He insists that he's good as the blonde girl rolls her eyes.
You listen to about 10 seconds and make up your mind.
He's wrong. He's very wrong. You want to suggest he gets checked out at the doctor because clearly his ears aren't working properly.
Instead, you mention you like Duke Pyeon, he's more your taste. Has he heard of him? It's the wrong thing to say though because this guy looks angrier than you've ever seen anyone.
"Don't start Vin, I've seen you listening to his music." The girl scoffs.
'Vin' shouts in indignation and storms off with his friend trailing closely behind.
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"Can I help?" You ask with your customer service voice and customer service smile.
He has been standing in front of the hair dyes for a good ten minutes as his friend looks increasingly bored and you can't blame him.
"No thanks, I'm just browsing," he responds and you tell him you'll be just over there if he needs anything.
You kill some time playing on your phone, look up, and both of them are still in the exact same spot.
The one with the H on his neck looks about ready to tear his hair out.
"Come on bro, just pick one!"
"No Warren, this is important. I need it to suit my new aesthetics."
You shrug and return back to your kitty kat restaurant game.
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"Cool glasses," you tell the guy walking around the store and he looks affronted at first before realising you're being sincere and gives you a small smile instead.
You wonder if you can pull off orange tinted glasses too or whether you'd just look like an idiot. It's probably the latter you decide when you ring up his energy drinks.
"I'm a boxer," he offers, as if you're judging the amount of caffeine he's going to slam down.
"Ok?"
"I need it for my training."
"Sure."
You've seen weirder purchases and weirder combinations. The people coming in looking frantic and buying a single plunger or pack of toilet paper never fails to make you chuckle.
To be honest the amount he's buying is a bit nuts, and you wonder if he's going to drink it all in one go. You probably wouldn't sleep for a year if it was you.
"Enjoy your training," you say, heaving and handing over the bag of 19 cans.
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A mute blonde gestures at you
You try to use some sign language, but he looks at you as if you're crazy. At least you think he does but you can't see his eyes.
Somehow you're able to decipher he's lost his dogs. Four. Golden retrievers. And he asks if you have seen them.
(Huh. Do you have telepathy? Do you have the gift?)
You tell him no and he sprints out.
You spend the rest of your shift trying to move things with your newly discovered psychic powers.
Spoiler: you have zero powers. Zilch.
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You think you might be having a stroke.
Because on what planet did this K-pop idol think the disguise would work. Cap and mask on but tufts of pink hair poking out and dressed completely in white.
It's like he's asking for attention and for people to ooh and aah over who that could be.
As he leaves, you shout that you can't wait for his next album. He turns around in complete shock that you recognised him, as if you solved the world's hardest puzzle.
It's a good job that DG has such a pretty face because what an idiot.
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You hear two voices mention the words Daniel Park and your ears perk up, wondering if it's about your old colleague.
Nah. You're just being silly. It's not an uncommon name at all and too much of a coincidence.
"I haven't seen Daniel in ages! Have you heard from him, Zoe?"
"No," you see her friend shake her head from the corner of your eye.
The brown haired girl tilts her head in thought, "I wonder how Zack is doing too. I haven't seen him in so long."
"Ohhh~ you miss him!"
"O-of course I do! He's a friend!" She blushes bright red and you chuckle to yourself.
'Friend', sure.
For the rest of the shift, you reminisce about how you used to tiptoe around your feelings with your boyfriend, Taehoon, too.
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