#mcd zenix x reader

[arienic]

you or the world?

GENE, ZENIX x GN!READER — this is part 1!!! i'll be writing more characters with this prompt

includes: 'sweetheart' as a petname; mentions of death; maybe ooc characters?

☆ GENE: You, obviously.

Gene is a murderer, cold-blooded and heartless, and he's not afraid to admit it.

You? Over the world? Please, sweetheart, that isn't even a question. At least, not to Gene, whose brother despises him, whose very existence is unwelcome in the Overworld. No, you have too much faith in him, he thinks, watching your face shift from sorrow, to desperation, and finally, to resignation. You’ve always seen him as better than he actually is, even after he’s confessed to you a number of sins, each worse than the last. 

Yes, Gene would sooner bring the world to ruin himself than give you up. So when you reach out to him, fingers trembling as they brush along his cheek, and murmur sadly, “It’s alright, I understand — your brother and his family, they come first, my love,” — his hand, gloved and bloody, shoots right up to clasp over your own. 

“No,” Gene says firmly, and reaches for your waist, bringing you into him. “Let them burn,” he tells you. 

Because Gene is a murderer, after all: cold-blooded, heartless.

☆ ZENIX: You. Always, always you.

Zenix hasn’t had anything to lose in quite a while — not after surrendering his life, his mentor, and his station to the spinning wheel of fate. For a while, he’s left to his own whims. He moves. He kills. Over a mountain; another body. Through a forest's thick underbrush; this time, a village.

And then — and then he meets you. Oh. Oh, you. Zenix has never had a lover before, and none of this is familiar to him: the way you take his scalding hands in your own, pressing kisses across his knuckles and his calluses and the scars that stretch across his arms. You bring his head to rest on your chest and brush the hair from his eyes. He hears your heart go thump, thump, thump, and for the first time in a while, he sleeps like a baby. A baby.

You’ve brought to him a kind of tranquility that, truthfully, Zenix has never been able to experience in full. It makes his chest warm and has him stumbling over his words, not unlike how a swordmaster’s newest apprentice might bear a horrible stance and trip over themself. He's never been this clumsy before. And his cheeks have flushed, but only from anger.

So, no, he wouldn't sacrifice you. He'd rather keep you on his arm, keep your lips to his temple and his hand to your back, than give you up so the world might live.

[starhvney]

(hope its not too late i dont get off of work until night :,3) winter cafe event:

Zenix (MCD) x Reader

coffee, cream, apple turnover.. can reader be injured instead of sick?

𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟔: 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐮𝐩 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐫!!

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: established relationship, fluff, injured reader

𝐚/𝐧: for sure!! i think you were one of the only zenix requests lol, i love mcd zenix, though! also… i hope this didn’t end up angsty..? i didn’t mean for it to haha it is totally meant to be sweet!

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“That was dumb.”

You wrinkle your nose, glaring up at Zenix from the ground. Your hair was a mess, and you were now soaked as the morning dew that lingered on the training ground lingered on the ground. The cold air made it feel like icicles were sticking themselves to your back, and you grit your teeth at the discomfort as pain radiated from your right leg.

“You gonna lay there forever?” Zenix continues, walking closer to kneel next to you and setting down his dull training sword. “You’re gonna get sick if you keep letting your clothes get wet like that.”

“Yeah, well, you just bruised my leg pretty badly and I’m pretty sure my ankle is sprained. Would you like for me to limp home?” you quip back, unable to hold back an irritated pout from forming on your lips.

That gets a reaction from your courter, his face shifting from that hot-headed guard to a more guilty, genuine expression. You rise to your elbows when he tugs at your boot and leg pant, clicking his tongue when he sees a slice in the fabric. Red was beginning to stain around the rip, and you wince as the pain truly begins to settle.

“Damn it.” he curses under his breath, his hand coming up to pinch his lower lip in frustration, fingertips digging into the soft flesh.

“Always so angry.” you chastise, trying to blink away the tears that pricked at the corner of your eyes. “You’re the one that knocked me over, why are you mad at me?”

His eyes dart to you, jaw clenching as he fiercely stares into your eyes, as if trying to chase away the mistiness in them by intimidation. You frown when he looks down.

“Shut up, I’m not mad at you. That’s stupid to say.”

He hooks his arms under your legs and back, lifting you up bridal style with an uncharacteristic gentleness.

“Then… what’s wrong?” you ask quietly.

His fingers tighten their grip, pressing you closer against his chest as he starts carrying you down Phoenix Drop’s quiet streets. 

“There’s dangerous things out there. You need to be prepared.” he says, his expression calm and tone almost unnervingly even. “If you’re going to be with me, you can’t be weak.”

The sudden, almost serious tone in his voice surprises you into silence. You knew how impulsive and strong-willed Zenix was, and if you were to pursue a guard of Phoenix Drop romantically you’d probably need to know a little self defense. But you weren’t expecting him to think of it so… seriously. Was he really considering that, in the case the village was attacked, you might be targeted just because you were with him? How could he guess if an outside source would even know of the romance between you two? Before you could conjure up any more theories, his voice pulls you from your thoughts.

“I’m sorry I hurt you.” he murmurs. “I really didn’t mean to.”

“…It’s okay. I know you didn’t. The cut isn’t deep anyways.” You pause. “Though… you kinda scared me for a second. Your eyes almost looked a little red for a moment there.”

He flinches, going uncharacteristically quiet as he stares forward.

“Um, but I was probably just seeing things.” An awkward laugh leaves your lips when he doesn’t give a response, hands tightening as you ignore the strange tingling in the back of your brain. “It was probably just the sun shining on your pretty eyes.”

The tip of his nose wrinkles when you brush your finger along his lower lash line, as if he were trying to hide the pink color that was clearly rosing to the surface of his skin. He scoffs and shakes his head, but when his eyes drift to you again, the harshness in his expression doesn’t carry.

“No matter what, I’ll always protect you,” he confesses. “You know that?”

You swallow thickly. “Yeah, I know.”

A best of silence passes, and the heaviness of his words settling in your bones makes you start to squirm. Suddenly you find yourself needing more of the playful banter you were so used to having with him.

“I’m surprised at your emotional range today. For once it’s more than a grain of hot, angry sand,” you poke his shoulder.

He stops his steps, eyes narrowing and nose wrinkling at you. You smile cheekily, chuckles turning nervous as he slowly turns, revealing that the two of you were standing… right by the well.

“No. No, no! I was kidding!” you shriek, arms clinging around his neck when he starts to lean toward the edge, pretending to dump you over the side. “Zenix, you wouldn’t dare!”

Zenix’s evil laughter carries through the air, the amused sound sending heat to your face as he adjusts you in his arms, continuing on the path to your home. “What? Don’t wanna join Dale’s infamy as being the idiot stuck at the bottom of the well?”

“No!”

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★ ⋮ Cuddling Heacanons! ⸝⸝

⤷ characters; Vylad (MCD), Gene (MCD), Zenix (MCD) ⤷ cw; sfw, NOT proof-read, gender neutral!reader, angst in Vylad's but more-so yearning on his end, all 3 end up being softies for their s/o <3 ⤷ xtra; me when i- wen- i- when i disappear after making the acc with the other admin and then come back bc my MCD phase comes back every time it gets warm out.... [ wc; 1.8k , request info ]

Vylad ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ (0.6k)

⚝ Out of the three men, Vylad is way more intune with his human side rather than his Shadow Knight side. He still is very much aware of his status, but he knows the warning sides and knows when to step away- which makes him one of the sweetest Shadow Knights ever to exist <3

⚝ Adores cuddling! Does it more so for his mental well-being over anything, just being close to his partner is an add on to it.

⚝ Vylad has started giving silent signals that he could go for some one-on-one time with his partner, either it be a certain nod of his head or an amount of squeezes he’d give his partner– he’d more than likely request some cuddles than [YourName].

⚝ It never seemed to bother [YourName], but it did make them question the reasoning behind Vylad always seemingly like he couldn’t go 24 hours without holding them which dwindled into a cuddling session each time.

⚝ And there is no way to go about asking without sounding odd, blunt, or rude. For a while, [YourName] didn’t ask much about it, just accepting the cuddles as they were! But then, one night, [YourName] and Vylad had started relaxing for the night. 

⚝ The two sat in front of the fire, their travel mates having gone to sleep in their own tents about an hour ago. “Vylad?” [YourName] asked, their head resting on their boyfriend’s shoulder, their body slotted perfectly in Vylad’s lap and arms. 

⚝ Vylad hummed softly, acknowledging his partner and signaled to let them keep talking, “What's with.. The cuddling?” [YourName] questioned softly. Vylad paused, trying to figure out if his partner is asking and trying to stop him from being so clingy or touchy. “Not that I don’t enjoy it, I just am curious..” [YourName] cleared up quickly, Vylad relaxed. 

⚝ Vylad took a moment, trying to figure out the exact reason he enjoyed being so close to his partner. I mean.. Who wouldn’t want to be close to the one they love? 

⚝ “I think it’s because I just want to make sure you’re safe.” Vylad mentioned, chopping it up to that at the end of the day. If Vylad wanted to be brutally honest? He did it to remind himself that he’s still human deep down, he remembers his siblings, his childhood, his monster of a ‘father’ and angel of a mother. 

⚝ He was human despite it all, it didn’t matter if biologically he was dead and revived as a Shadow Knight, if he could feel [YourName]’s heartbeat and memorize their heartbeat and keep them safe, then he’s human. 

⚝ Vylad’s love for cuddling truly stems from his need to protect, his want to be human once more, and to remember the good from his childhood. He remembers sitting in his mother’s lap, squished between his older brothers, listening to her tell them stories as he fell asleep. He was trying to provide that sense of comfort to his partner, truly. 

⚝ [YourName] could just tell from the look Vylad had, they knew there was more to the story- but they didn’t push. Instead, they fixed themselves so they could hold on to Vylad more and press kisses to his cheek. 

⚝ Vylad seemed to snap from his dazed memory-lane state, softly chuckling as he fixed his hold on his partner. It wouldn’t be long before Vylad and [YourName] put the fire out and head to their own tent to rest.

⚝ Vylad loves any position that involves [YourName] facing his direction, he keeps them close and buries his face into their hair to get a whiff of their smell. A smell that Vylad couldn’t forget, forever associated with [YourName]. Brought him comfort, something that he seeks and places with his partner and their comforting snores as they sleep and cling to him.

Gene ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ (0.5k)

⚝ Gene is definitely another dude I can’t pinpoint much of a personality out of? Another one I’d deem peculiar one (i’m trying to call him weird while being nice about it–) 

⚝ Won’t ever admit to liking it, but definitely lets you cling to him. Not a huge toucher unless others are around & he knows they want to piss him off.

⚝ Gene wasn’t usually one for personal connections, he kinda thought his loyalty was suppose to go to Shad and Shad only. He had this facade that he had made up and thought he had to keep up with, but in reality he didn’t.

⚝ Each Shadow Knight was human once, it’s natural for them to fall back into hold habits or never let go of something from their humanity. Gene’s would be wanting to be loved.

⚝ So when he met [YourName] and they were more than okay being second in his mind, Gene fell into a romantic relationship with them. It was definitely odd to hear about, most of the lower ranking Shadow Knights started some rumor about Gene using [YourName] or [YourName] using Gene. 

⚝ Made Gene feel small, like he was cuffed up once more in that prison cell after his stupid little brother ratted him out. 

⚝ Then, one day, the rumors had randomly stopped? Gene didn’t question it, claiming he wasn’t one for gossip since he found it childish. [YourName] would just shrug, acting as if they’re unaware of the rumors in general.

⚝ During Gene’s moments of weakness, [YourName] would do their best to comfort their boyfriend, which is how cuddling came up as a topic. 

⚝ Gene was very much hesitant on doing it, he found the thought of being so close dumb and the little sleep Shadow Knights required wasn’t enough to validate cuddling in general. [YourName] pulled out their begging eyes, Gene groaning as he caved and flopped down so [YourName] could do as they pleased cuddling-wise.

⚝ [YourName] definitely is the one who has to start all the cuddling sessions, and they have to be quite up front about it too; “I want to cuddle.” [YourName] says, their arms crossed as they approached their boyfriend.

⚝ “Pardon?” Gene asked, giving his partner a confused look. When [YourName] gave him a look as if they weren’t going to repeat themselves, Gene sighs in a little frustration and pitched the bridge of his nose. After a little bickering, Gene excused himself and assigned someone else to take over his post.

⚝ Gene won’t ever admit to anyone, no one, dead, alive, undead, NO ONE!!!! That he actually quite likes cuddling. He likes it because [YourName] is usually the big spoon or holding him. He likes being able to bury his face into their shoulder and actually feel peace. 

⚝ Prior to cuddling with [YourName], Gene felt as if he’d never know what peace felt like. Ever since his rugrat of a brother ruined his human life, he just knew he wouldn’t feel peace ever again. 

⚝ So when he found that peace was in [YourName]’s arms? Gene swore he wouldn’t ever speak of that, scared it would be ripped from him the moment he acknowledges it out loud.

⚝ Cuddling sessions last up to as long as Gene sleeps or takes a break, so varies from 35 minutes to 4 hours. There was no need for words either to end a session, all he had to do was gently tap at [YourName]’s waist and they let him go, demanding to kiss his cheek before letting their boyfriend return to his post.

Zenix ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ (0.6k)

⚝ Zenix was always an odd ball, you know? From the moment we meet him throughout the entire series he’s kinda just a ghost figure that’s mentioned and pops up when we don’t expect him to– so.

⚝ Awkward. Confused at first. Eventually gets comfortable.

⚝ Let’s set the scene; it’s in those 15 years that the main group was in the Irene Dimension, which kinda gives me a little more free reign? Anyway..

⚝ Zenix takes a little while to realize that cuddling is an enjoyable thing to do, not just something humans do to keep warm.

⚝ At first, he let [YourName] cuddle him because he thought that since they weren’t undead or anything special of that nature, they were seeking warmth.

⚝ But when he noticed they were sweating throughout the night, he would push [YourName] away and let them rest- but by the morning, [YourName] was pressed right back up against Zenix.

⚝ After a few nights of this, Zenix finally asks about it: ‘What the hell is your deal?’

⚝ “My deal?” [YourName] asked, looking up from counting the coins they had stashed away. “Yeah. Your deal. You always are against me at night, the weather is starting to warm up. You don’t need my heat, you just sweat.” Zenix said, his brows furrowed with confusion. 

⚝ Zenix had been a Shadow Knight for so long now, he forgot that when two people (undead or alive) can cuddle for more than just warmth and need to remain alive. 

⚝ [YourName] laughed, rolled their eyes, and finished counting the money. When they realized Zenix was being 100% for real, [YourName] sighed as they shook their head, “I just like.. Cuddling you. I feel safe.” [YourName] summarizes awkwardly, setting the coin bag into their backpack.

⚝ Zenix had some sort of ‘ah-ha!’ moment, realizing that [YourName] was simply seeking normal couple actions. He also wasn’t use to dating, nor was he a touchy guy. He had just started holding [YourName]’s hand in public, not just to make sure they remained beside him when they were running.

⚝ From that conversation, Zenix started to be more open about cuddling. It took a few weeks, but he started initiating cuddling rather than waiting for [YourName] to hint that they wanted to be held. 

⚝ Zenix definitely randomly squeezes [YourName] when they cuddle, but not like death-grip squeezing, just a reminder to him or his partner that he’s there. It’s also his way of making sure [YourName] is still breathing as 9 times out of 10, it makes [YourName] stir when they’re asleep or giggle when they’re awake.

⚝ As hinted before, Zenix is a natural heater, so he’s an excellent fella to have around in the colder months. [YourName] loves being held by Zenix, and he had found this out because despite it being hot and [YourName] just kept on chugging along with the cuddling when they were able to lay low. 

⚝ So, during the hotter months, Zenix does everything he can to cool his body temperature down and that includes manually breathing. It’s so odd, and it doesn’t bother him, but just being aware of bodily functions is odd– especially when people don’t naturally focus on breathing or count seconds between when their chest rises and falls, but it seems to do the job to cool down the heat. 

⚝ Zenix 100% takes over big spoon once he’s aware of [YourName]’s love for cuddling! He can’t handle the thought of not being able to jump up or roll over his partner if danger comes along.

⚝ Zenix doesn’t have a certain cuddling position he likes, he’s noticed as long as he gets to hold [YourName] to his chest and feel that they’re still very much alive and safe, he’s satisfied. He does have a preference on if he is in the position to kiss [YourName]’s head or not (he 100% wants to have them face him so he can, hehe)

lets see how long dis aphmau phase lasts this yr !! - Stari ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

[sillyteenagegirlinlovewithblocks]

All my head cannons for aphmau characters.°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

Zvahl family. 

Laurence is Italian. 

He’s 5’11

Laurence is a charmer. flowers, dinner dates , stay in dates, anything romantic he gots it. 

He’s very bi and is constantly confused. ( me to laur) 

Laurence was a highlighter kid.

He has really bad Separate anxiety especially from partner. 

He has an iPhone 8 and will keep that thing until he dies or it is dust. I mean like the screen is falling off a little it’s cracked and laggy. 

He can’t do math or tell time on an actual clock. 

He’s dyslexic. ( same same) 

Because he grew up on a farm imma say he’s helped multiple animals give birth. 

Never really had a crush on aphmau he thought he did but he was just jealous that garroth was putting his attention into her and not him. 

Ro’Meave family.

garroth switched rooms with vlyd to have the room the laurances window faces. 

I like to think garrote and Laurence are next door neighbors. 

Non of the ro’Meave children were allowed animals growing up but that didn’t stop Zane from having a pet spider that his parents didn’t find out about until it died but it escaping and garte killing it since he thought a random tarantula just entered there house.( not that he wouldn’t kill it anyways if he knew it was a pet) 

Zenix is one of the ro’mave brothers but he has a different mom and doesn’t live with them. That’s why he hates them sm. ( fuck garte and his cheating ass ) also Zenix looks a lot like garte but he dyes his hair and does makeup to make himself not look it. 

        (That’s also means Zenix is secretly a blonde. ) 

Zianna has forced all the boys to join an activity since they were 3. 

Garroth joined a bunch of different sports but then baseball stuck for him.

Zane joined cooking.

Vylad did cooking, pottery, painting, soccer, ice skating but ultimately he ended up staying in fencing. 

Garroth is the tallest out of everyone and gene is second tallest. 

Garroth 6’2 

Rodriguez family. 

Genes real name is Eugene.

Gene and Dante don’t have the same dad. 

Genes dad was abusive and left when he was 4. 

Dante’s dad died before he was born in the military. 

Gene is super cuddly in his sleep and he often cuddles Zenix in his sleep. 

Sasha has a whole album of them cuddling together. 

Dante and gene have there mothers last name. 

Gene 6’0 

Valkrum family.

Travis is German. ( me to buddy) 

Travis and his dad are best friends and talk about everything together. 

Shalashaska family. 

In Mcd after aphamu I become Irene or got her relic a lot of people were upset with her due to previous prayers unanswered. 

Gelula family. 

Zenix and gene sleep fight due to there childhoods. 

Zenix has a staring problem.

He lives with his mom.

Ashida family. 

So I ignore the nickname Kawaii Chan and just call her nana so that’s how I am referr to her. 

She has 15 siblings. 

10 Boys and 5 girls. 

She's a glass child. 

She a middle child.

So I can't really think of more but maybe ill update if I do but for my last one Imma say Garroth got cadenza a fashion designing job because he’s rich and has friends in high places he just pestered all of them until someone was willing to take a look at her work and actually loved it. 

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

[nixpi]

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ request rules

what i’ll write

fluff, angst, smut, & hurt/comfort are all acceptable genres to request. as well, both romantic & platonic relationships are allowed. the readers gender can be female, male, or gender neutral. you may also request multiple characters for one scenario.

lgbtq+ and polyamorous relationships are allowed. legal age-gaps are also allowed. talks of mental illness are allowed.

i write for mystreet (and the spinoffs that come with it), and mcd.

who i’ll write

aphmau, aaron, garroth, laurence, dante, travis, zane, vylad, gene, zenix, sasha, katelyn, nana, melissa, lucinda, michi

while i won’t write for the older generation romantically (sorry dilf/milf lovers), i have no issue with making the reader their child.

what i won’t write

when it comes to smut; non-con, incest, pedophilia, zoophilia, scat, piss, etc is unacceptable to request.

when it comes to everything else; abuse within the pairing, cheating, etc are unacceptable to request.

[dilly-dahlia]

guys listen LISTEN

Hadestown x Aphmau. Garroth x Reader

Reader is Eurydice, Garroth of Orpheus.

Aphmau is Persephone, Laurance is Hades (can also be changed out for Aaron but I think I like Laurance more for their relationship)

Vylad is Hermes and the story teller

the Fates are Gene, Sasha, and Zenix

what do we think 👀

[fangirl-in-general]

Hello! Before you read this one be sure to check out the prologue! It's not super eventful and takes place a little before the actual series picks up, but there's a little bit of info there that'll be useful for the plot later!

Warnings: Fem!Reader, slow burn, that's about it for this first one. lmk if I missed anything!

Enjoy!!!

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An MCD Garroth x Reader series

"Legendary" pt 1

"Are you up yet!?!?"

You were trying to enjoy the peace and quiet of being in your own room again. Sleep had been a lost cause, as it usually was when you first get home from trips, but resorting to drinking tea with a blanket wrapped around you as the morning sun crept through your window was a decent substitute... That is until Zenix came banging on the door like a madman for no good reason other than wanting to be a nuisance. You jerk the door open at the disruption "Yeeess! I'm up! what do you want?"

The hard glare on your features doesn't detour the boy, instead eliciting a chuckle that makes you close the door in his face. He begins knocking immediately, convinced that you'll give in to your annoyance and open the door once more. You do.

"Oh my Irene what do you want!!" You whine.

"I'm on patrol today and I don't wanna be bored, you're the only other person in town who' doesn't have a stick up their butt."

Your eyebrow quirks up at the statement. Immediately a yawn slips from your mouth as you step away from the door. Before it's shut you hear Zenix call out "Oh come on! Patrol with Garroth is SO boring!" The door stops halfway shut. Zenix was an intelligent young man, enough so that Garroth wanted to train him himself to be a guard, but one thing he was never good at was social ques especially when it came to the lingering crush you'd always had on your dearly beloved friend. But it wasn't his business, it was barely even your business. You never acknowledged it, never told anyone, not even the journal you used to keep had any trace of the feelings that always rose in your chest at the mere mention of the man...a man who's face you wouldn't even be able to recognize...

"Let me get my shoes on..." Zenix pumped his fist at your response. He respected Garroth and considered him family, but their personalities didn't exactly...mix. Plus, what was the harm in getting to stroll with some old friends after being gone for days on end?

~~~

By the time you made it to the gardens where Zenix and Garroth were supposed to meet, the former was already there, his wrist laying limply on the hilt of his sword and the freshly risen sun shining brightly off of his pristinely maintained armor. It used to be annoying how put together Garroth was, till you started talking more, till you knew just how in pieces he always felt...then you began to respect that he managed to hold himself together in spite of it all.

It was inspiring.

He was still facing away as he spoke "Zenix, you're late again"

"Meh, figured we could both use some company after everything that's been going on" Garroth turned his head at Zenix's words, his body following as you came in sight. His brief stutter prompted Zenix to speak again. "She brought a sword so really, she's backup! Come on Garroth nothing is going on anyway and after being gone for so long it really-"

"Alright." He began to walk away. A smile crept onto your face before feeling the armor on Zenix's elbow jam into you side as he cheered.

"Come on Sis'! Nothing has changed so don't expect anything fun. If I get bored even one time while you're out here I'm never inviting you on patrol again." A chuckle escaped you at his words and you began to follow after Garroth, Zenix yapping behind you.

~~~

The heat of the midday sun and Zenix complaining about how hot his armor had become was enough to remind you why you never wanted to become a guard. Don't get me wrong, you loved helping the village and you were good in a fight, but something about standing around all day in sweaty leather and metal just wasn't as appealing as wandering around with light clothes and a sword, essentially hunting for treasure, while having the freedom to help anyone you could at your own discretion. But you had to admit, it was nice getting to spend the day with Garroth and Zenix...even if Zenix couldn't stop talking to save his life. He really hasn't changed much from when he was a kid.

Zenix began swinging his sword at some weeds and Garroth took the opportunity to match your pace and begin a quiet conversation. "He truly did miss you; it's all he's ever able to talk about when you're away. I'm glad you guys have stayed close all this time."

You smiled at his words. "Of course, we may not be blood but I'm not gonna let some kid go without a family if I can help it. Plus, if I did then I'd be alone as well...at the end of the day, no one deserves that." You glance at him; he remains facing ahead but his pace slows ever so slightly.

"You will never be alone. Even if you hadn't raised him, you're still deserving of...friendship." You turn away at his words, the breeze on your face feeling like a good excuse to do so. When you turn back to him you realize he had still been speaking "...You know that don't you?"

"I'm sorry, what?"

His head whips over to face you, and he begins fidgeting with the chainmail at his wrist. "I only meant- It's just that...well I-"

"Garroth, it's ok! I promise! I just didn't hear you. I'm so sorry...what did you say?" You stop walking when the sentence leaves you and he does as well. For a brief moment all you do is stare at each other, that familiar glimmer of blue, all you can make out of his facial features, is enough to knock the breath out of you all by itself; but that paired with realizing that you were close enough to feel the sun's heat off the metal adorning him, to hear the hitch in his breath at his own realization, to feel the slight rustle of your skirt as his had brushed against it...it was like static filled your whole body, your hands almost went numb, and the only thing your senses were aware of in that moment was Garroth.

"GUYS OVER HERE!!!" Zenix yelling was enough to send you both stumbling away from one another as he came frantically barreling out of the tree line. "I heard something!" Garroth turned to you before sprinting over to Zenix, you follow at his heels.

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Zenix was prone to false alarms, and you wouldn't exactly call this a dangerous situation, but the raven-haired woman entering the village was at the very least new and interesting. She seemed kind, although maybe a bit lost...she kept talking to herself about fixing the roads and stuff which was fine by you, the previous lord didn't do much to improve life around town so maybe a fresh face was just the motivation everyone needed.

After your brief introductions and Garroth asking you to help her settle into town, you decided to set her up in the library with Emmalyn until Brendan could build her a place of her own. Emmalyn...wasn't thrilled. "Are you crazy!?!? I am a busy woman!! I don't have time to babysit some deranged stray!!"

"Emmy keep your voice down! She's right outside, and she's not deranged OR a stray! Come on, she needs help" She crossed her arms and shook her head. "Emmy pleeaaasse!"

"No! I have research to do, I don't have time. If it's such a big deal to you, Let her stay at your house!" You hesitated; the thought actually hadn't crossed your mind. It was just kind of instinct that she would stay here for a while, but you didn't actually know what caused that feeling.

You said your goodbyes and apologized to your friend before walking down the road with the young woman, making small talk during the short walk. You liked this girl; she may be a little strange, but she was kind and funny and seemed to care about the world around her.

You made it to the end of the street and turned to her. "This is my house! You'll be staying here with me till we can find a more permanent place for you, unless you decide you hate our guts and run away." You were glad she found your joke funny; it was hard to find people who you just clicked with though you were good at making do in a pinch. "The beach is just over that hill, if you're interested! I go there sometimes to clear my head. We should probably build a dock or something now that I think about it, get some trade going on." You unlocked and opened your door before stepping inside to show her around.

"Here it is! Not too cray but it's more spacious than a lot of the other houses in town. Zenix used to stay with me when he was younger so I wanted to make sure I had some extra room. I turned his old room into a guest room, you can stay in there for now." You turned to face her after your small tour of the house. "Oh my Irene I completely forgot! Umm...what's your name?"

She chuckled slightly and beamed at the question.

"I'm Aphmau!"

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Thank you for reading! Hope you enjoyed!

[chackyxyooj]

Things Will Change

Zenix | MCD, Angst, Writer’s Choice

→ “If your heart’s already broken then what’s the use in picking up the pieces?” - Fly, Kevian Kraemer.

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Pairing: MCD!Zenix X Reader

WC: 1.2k

Event Masterlist

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Just outside of the gates to Phoenix Drop, Zenix paces between the wall and a nearby tree. Nearly fifteen minutes have passed since you were supposed to arrive. He’s only ever known you to be punctual, so being late must mean you ran into trouble! Was it your dad? Did he catch you on your way out? Or could it be that- no. This is fine. He’s being ridiculous!

Of all the time he’s spent in Phoenix Drop, Zenix can’t remember the last time he felt this nervous - not to say that he was, in fact, nervous. Sure, it’s the word that comes the closest to describing how he feels but it’s not how he would describe himself to anyone. Especially not if they asked, and especially not if you asked.

But words and feelings aside, Zenix still continues to pace from wall to tree and back again. It’s a miracle that the boy doesn’t accidentally punch you when you suddenly appear in front of him.

“Zenix!” You smile at the boy and wrap your arms around him in a tight embrace.

Zenix hides his urge to smile behind a frown and stiffly pushes himself away from your embrace. “What took you so long?” The boy huffs and crosses his arms.

“I ran into Sir Garroth on the way here.” You confess. Even when the boy starts to look away from you, all it takes is a simple touch to get him to turn back. Zenix knows this and he knows this well, but that doesn’t mean he can resist you. Not with the way you smile whenever he meets your gaze. “He was looking for you. Again.”

Zenix rolls his eyes at the thought of his so-called mentor. “Garroth can look for me all he wants. I’m not going to run Malik’s errands for as long as he lives.”

“Lord Malik.” You correct Zenix.

“Whatever. My point still stands.”

“Oh my Irene... What shall I ever do about my sweet, disobedient boyfriend?” You give a quiet but amused laugh before playfully poking the boy’s cheek. “Come on. Are we going to keep standing here or are we going to climb up?”

Zenix watches you slip out of your shoes and walk over to the wall where you proceed to motion for the boy’s assistance. He isn’t sure why you always insist on climbing the wall when there are stairs on the other side, but you do. It’s true that the two of you will get in trouble if you’re caught trying to use said stairs, but you’ll also get in trouble if you’re caught sitting on the edge of the wall anyway.

Even if a bit reluctantly, Zenix kneels down and lets you climb up onto his shoulders. Thanks to the boy’s height you’re able to reach the top of the wall and pull yourself up. As always, Zenix waits at the bottom for you to unroll the makeshift ladder you’ve stashed at the top. Once you do, Zenix climbs up and places himself at your side.

“Golden hour is already ending.” You complain.

Of course the first thing you do is complain. It’s hard for anything to be perfect in your opinion, but you always tell him that good things don’t have to be perfect. A bit of a cop-out in his opinion, but it’s not like he’s in any position to point that out to you. So instead he replies with “you would’ve caught it if you weren’t late.”

“Hey! I already told you why I was late.” You argue back with a playful nudge.

“You indulged Garroth with a fifteen minute conversation? Isn’t that a bit much?” Zenix drones on, but you shake your head.

“He told me he’d been looking for you all day.”

“And he came to you about that?”

“Guess so, but it’s not like I could blame him. It seems like I’m the only one you listen to these days.” You shrug before turning your gaze out to the horizon.

Zenix doesn’t follow your gaze. He hardly even follows what you’ve said. All he can think about is how badly he wants to hold you, and how badly he wishes he could understand that look of yours.

The boy has known you long enough to recognize that there’s an undertone of amusement to your words, but he only knows this because he watches you so carefully. The way you smile, the way you laugh; everything. Tonight is no different. At least, the way Zenix feels isn’t different.

But how does Zenix feel about you? Sure, he preferred to go out on patrol when his route passed by the fields you often tended to, and yes, he didn’t make that much of an effort to stop Garroth from setting the two of you up on a blind date, but that didn’t mean he had to be in love with you. The only thing that was worth noting was how he enjoyed spending time with you, and how he really liked the sound of your voice, and how his heart rate always spikes when he sees you smile, and-

Good Irene, you make the sunset far more memorable than it’s supposed to be.

In all the time Zenix has lived, Shadow Knight or not, he’s never wanted time to stop as badly as he did right now; but Zenix knows better than most why that cannot occur.

“I’m breaking up with you.”

You turn to face the boy with wide eyes. “What?”

“I said-”

“No, I heard what you said. I just-” Your voice softens considerably. “I mean, I knew this day was coming but I didn’t think it would be so hard.”

Zenix can feel himself frowning. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

You abruptly turn away from Zenix’s prying eyes. He knows he should stop staring at you but he can’t bring himself to do that. It’s just- surely you know you don’t have to pretend. “You don’t love me, so stop trying to make me believe that you do.”

At first your body stiffens, your arms grasping your shoulders in a desperate attempt to comfort yourself, but then you sigh. “Is that what you think? That I don’t love you?”

Zenix doesn’t respond after that. He doesn’t know how. To him, it’s obvious that normal people like you would never love a Shadow Knight. That’s just how these kinds of things work! I mean, it’s not like you know that Zenix is a Shadow Knight but things are better that way.

“Fine.” You finally utter. “There’s no reason for me to argue if you’ve already made up your mind.” You whisper those words so carefully that it’s like you’re waiting for Zenix to deny them; but he doesn’t.

He knows he can’t, so he doesn’t.

Things are going to change. People will die and others will leave. He needs to make sure that you survive. If you stay with him then he knows you’ll die. Even worse, you’ll be killed.

Though he leaps down from the top of the wall and leaves without another word, Zenix knows you’ll be alright. Once Malik is dead and people start leaving Phoenix Drop, he knows you’ll leave too. Once you’re gone, he knows it’s only a matter of time before he’s the last problem that you miss.

Things will change, Zenix knows that’s inevitable, but he also knows that a changing world won’t change the way he feels about you. That’s why when Zenix hears you crying on top of that wall, he doesn’t turn around.

But oh, how he wishes he did.

[aphmau-imagines]

Hi! I just stumbled across this blog and wowie I'm being pulled back into the swing of this fandom-If you're taking requests, maybe something with S1 Zenix? The reader being like his mentor alongside Garroth and they've been training him, while pining after him, and he actually does like them back but then he goes and betrays them? And it's just angst after he fights Garroth and they fight against him too? Thanks in advance! And if you don't want to do this, I get it too, don't worry!!

STOP BEING SO NICE IMMA CRY I- of course, anon! guessing this is MCD? i’m not that well informed on the series since it’s been a while, so i’m so so so sorry this is so shitty!

let me say this really snatched me out my comfort zone since

1. i’ve never written angst in my life

2. never written fight scenes

3. never written for zenix

but i really tried my best! feel free to hate me as you like :’D garroth and zenix don’t really fight in this, it’s actually just zenix vs reader so uh- this is very rushed because i don’t know how long this has been in my inbox and don’t wanna hold it any longer!!

if you don’t like it, tell me and i’ll re-do it! imagine under the cut as always~~

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In the end, I still love you | MCD! Zenix // GN! Reader

   “ come on, zenzie! you gotta try harder if you wanna beat me! “ you giggled, extending a hand to help your student. but, was he really a student? to you, he was like your best friend. sure, you’ve known garroth for much longer, but with zenix. . .

   “ GARROTH! “ [name] screamed, watching as the blond fell to the floor after taking a heavy blow to the shadow knight they once knew to be an introverted and kind soul.

   “ i’ll never leave you! you’re. . .you’re my best friend. “ it pained you to say that, but what could you do? you were a mentor, and he was just a student.

   “ pathetic. “ the man in front of you spoke, eyeing the blond’s figure with pure spite. yet, as his eyes landed on the [hair color]’s figure, he couldn’t help but feel a feeling he despised bubbling in his chest.

   zenix always had a soft spot for them. how could he not? because for the longest time, romantic feelings had blossomed. and it pained him. it pained him greatly to hurt the one he loved.

   “ zenix. . . “ the [species] stood, their eyes shadowed by their hair as their hands clench to fists. head raising slowly, the male of dark brown hair finally saw their eyes of [color] glaring at him. their hand tightened around their sword.

   “ the only pathetic one i see here. . . “ they started, picking their sword up as tears blurred their vision. “ IS YOU! “ they screamed, forcing their aching legs to dash to the shadow knight.

   “ i’d never hurt you! what kind of friend would i be if i harmed you? “ you huffed, taking a swig of water. garroth had finished his training long back, so it was only you and zenix, who was looking at you as if cupid had struck him multiple times.

   “ you’re gonna have to sometimes. “ the male shrugged. abruptly, you stop drinking the cool liquid. “ even if i was held at sword-point, i’d never! you’re very important to me, and friends don’t hurt each other. “ you said, sighing as you place the bottle of water down to instead grab your sword.

   “ up for another round? “ you raised a brow, smirking.

   swing after swing, [name]’s body ached. blood was gushing, and both the fighters were sure the [hair color] would either pass out of blood loss or even. . . lose their life.

   yet even as zenix continued to physically attack them, they made no effort to physically harm him back. instead, they attempted to weaken him. but it was no use.

   collapsing to the floor, [name] pants and gasps, lungs begging for oxygen. not even a second past before the tip of a blade was held at their neck.

   the world went silent.

   “ g-go on. sli- ( cough ) -ice my neck o-HoU-pen. “ [color] eyes weakly glare. “ .....why? “

   the question was so sudden it caught both off-guard. yet, zenix continued. “ why do you care so much about him? “ the male cleared up. “ ........ “ they didn’t have a specific response ready.

   seconds turned into minutes. “ .....beca-because i thought i c-could ( cough ) get rid of these ( hack ) feelings. i thought that m-maybe if i focused o-on ( hiccup ) other people, i’d stop l-lovi- ( hiccup ) -ng you. but no mat-matter how hard i tried, i-i couldn’t. i could stop thinking about y-you. dream ab-about you. want you. love you. “ tears slowly streamed down their face.

   they couldn’t even stand on their knees, falling onto the crimson-stained grass. zenix soon followed, both resting on their backs. the brunette blinked rapidly, trying to push back the tears.

   weakly, [name] turned to face him. “ r-remember ( hiccup ) the time i-i promi-promised you tha-that we’d run o-off into a little cottage in t-the woods? “ they whispered.

   zenix nodded.

   “ when w-we'd play f-fight? “

   he nodded.

   “ i’d get y-you out of troub- ( wheeze ) -trouble? “

   yes. yes yes yes. how could he forget? and with every memory [name] recalled, he’d nod. until their voice slowly faded out. weak and bellow a whisper. with their remaining strength [ which wasn’t much ], they gave him a weak kiss on the cheek.

   “ in the end, i still love you. “

   that was the day [name] [last name] had died.

“ ZENZIE! “ a [soft/deep/raspy/etc.] voice exclaimed, the called male turning around only to spot his lover running to him with their bag slung loosely on their shoulder.

   “ [nickname]! “ the brunette smiled, arms wide as they jumped into them. “ i made you a bento so you don’t have to buy that weird food they sell. “ shuffling through their bag, [name] handed him the bento.

   “ thank you, boo. now, let’s get to class. “

[lauranceofmeteli]

I can almost never find any good fanfics for aphmau, blease help??? 💙💙

I hope your ready for a fuckton of links my dude cause i have so many fave fics! (also im gonna list them by site cause idk what you use anon dsgfhdf)

Wattpad

(yes i use wattpad, yes im not a 12yo, yes we exist)

Lycan’s Resistance - uh this fic is really cool if you like mcd and mystreet crossovers! it has one of the greatest irenes ever dsgfhdgsf

Usernames - i really loved this one during my garmau phase and the author is rewriting it so nows a pretty good time to start reading

Not Leaving Again - i found this fic when looking for dumb x readers late at night and this one is pretty cute! its a mystreet katelyn x reader btw

Ao3

From The Ashes - v edgy mcd fic with vylad and zenix. its short but a good read

Family Ties - another short but really good one! i really like this one because vylad is written in character way better than he is in cannon most of the time dsgjfdsf

Aphmau Mafia!AU - this one hasn’t been updated for a while but so far its been pretty good!

hatchmarks - god this series man,,,, its just so well written! with travlyn AND vylance!

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“I hate you” should have been the last words you said to me - yet another one chapter fic but damn does it do a lot in the short amount of time. it gives us the dante/gene backstory we deserve

Tes rewritten to fit the mv part 1 + part 2 - this is no joke the funniest shit ive ever read dont make the same mistake as me and read it in class

Something Borrowed, Something New prologue 1 2 3 4 - this fic is definitely one of my all time faves! im not sure if op plans to continue it or not, but whats there so far is amazing

Mafia AU - i really like this fic cause it gives characters like kenmur, emmalyn, and cadenza a bigger role in the story! theres only 1 chapter but the story so far is pretty rad. 

Reunion - this fic man… laurance and vylads reunion from vylads pov??? thats good shit. also vylance shdgaf

[arienic]

REQUEST RULES!

i will not be entertaining any NSFW requests. not only am i a minor (!!!!) but it also just makes me generally uncomfortable lawl

whenever requesting, observe proper manners! don’t boss me (or any other writers) around while requesting. if you're rude, i won't even consider writing your request

if my requests are closed, please do not send any asks in that discuss scenarios! well, you can, but just know that my reply won't go into too much detail and add onto your ask

i looove writing, i really do, but my motivation comes and goes, so it'll probably take me a while to get to your request :') i'll do my best when it comes to fulfilling it though!

please note that though i do write romantic x readers for girl characters, if you'll request one, there's a low chance i'll write it

NOTE: if you have any questions, send an ask in! i don't bite i promise

I CURRENTLY WRITE FOR...

Laurance (ALL SERIES')

Garroth (ALL SERIES')

Dante (ALL SERIES')

Gene (ALL SERIES')

Zenix (MYS)

Zane (ALL SERIES')

Travis (ALL SERIES')

Vylad (MYS & MCD)

Katelyn (MYS & MCD)

KC/Nana (MYS)

Sasha (MYS)

Genshin Impact: All characters currently on the GI masterlist. (send an ask if you have a character in mind that isn't on it!)

[romeavedefenders]

mystreet boys & nicknames

characters; laurance, gene & zenix x reader

author; kiri

a/n: my first post! it's a bit simple, but I hope you guys enjoy it anyway. remember, asks are open for feedback and requests <3

c/w: reader is referred to with gendered terms a few times.

Laurance

This man is a big fan of any nickname that gets you flustered, but he has a few particular favourites.

Love and beautiful are nicknames he uses on the regular, so much so that it occasionally makes you wonder if he even remembers your actual name. In fact, Laurance rarely uses your name - why should he, when he has a repertoire of nicknames that fit you perfectly?

Out of all the men mentioned in this post (maybe even out of all the men in MyStreet), Laurance is the frontrunner and reigning champion in making up sickeningly sweet nicknames, such as sugarcakes, buttercup, light of my life, etc.  If stringing together random words into an affectionate term was a crime, he’d be in federal prison at this point. He usually does this to get a rise out of you, especially in front of your mutual friends (who all think its equal parts funny and embarrassing), but he also just enjoys it. He thinks it’s a cute thing to do, and doesn’t really care if others find it odd or embarrassing. Why should he?

He mostly uses your actual name when calling for you or if you’re arguing, mainly to underline that he’s being serious. It’s not really a conscious decision. I like to think that it’s a habit he picked up from Cadenza when they were kids. At some point, this becomes so ingrained in your dynamic that if he, for whatever reason, calls you by your real name, you automatically start wondering if something’s wrong, and if you’re an overthinker…well that can snowball quickly.

Again, that’s not a conscious decision - hence the slip up. Once Laurance becomes aware of this, either by you telling him or him noticing (because if there is one thing this man is, it’s observant), he’ll actually start trying to alternate between using a nickname and your name more often, especially during serious conversations or arguments. Mainly because he is slightly disturbed by the idea that he accidentally had you associating your name with you two arguing.

Another nickname he uses is angel, though it’s reserved for more intimate moments when he gets really sappy. It’s accompanied by whispers of adoration, confessions of love, and reminders of how much you mean to him. He genuinely believes he’s the luckiest man alive to have you, wonderful you, as his partner. You brighten up all of his days, even those you aren’t present for, and bring out the best in him. Sounds a lot like what an angel would do, doesn’t it?

Gene

Another man who loves to make you flustered.

Babe is one he uses often, but for him it’s more a word that's interchangeable with your name, rather than a term of endearment. Still, if someone else called you that - you’d have a really annoyed Gene on your hands. Exceptions are made for people like Lucinda, who will call everyone and their mom every nickname in the book.

A nickname he absolutely loves to use is doll. He thinks it’s really cute (and these days, unique), and it almost never fails to make you blush. Especially when it's accompanied by his signature smirk and husky voice - that usually has a playful lilt to it. When you’re busy doing something, he loves to come up behind you, wrap his arms around your waist and mumble a small “hey doll” into your ear - and if that’s not distracting you enough, he might press a few kisses to your cheek, slowly trailing them down to your jaw.

Another thing he does is add “my” to almost any nickname he uses - “my doll”, “my darling” or just a plain old “my girl/boy”, depending on what you’re comfortable with.

On that note, he’ll sometimes say “good girl/boy” as a response to you listening to him, mostly to get a reaction out of you. And Gene, being the little prick he can be, will deliberately stop saying it for a while if he even suspects you’re getting used to it. It’s really just an ace up his sleeve that he loves to pull whenever you don’t expect it, and your reactions entertain him endlessly.

He’ll also call you sweetheart, though not nearly as often. It’s mostly used when he’s trying to comfort you, or if he himself is having a really shitty day and just needs you nearby (preferably, in his arms).

I cannot remember if this was confirmed or not, but i HC Gene as being at least partly hispanic, so i think he might occasionally use spanish terms of endearment such as mi amor or mi cielo.

Zenix

Honestly, this guy isn’t really all that big on nicknames (unless dumbass, pain in the ass and idiot count). He has nothing against them, but you already have a name, and he likes it, so why not use it? He’s not great at thinking of good ones either, and he feels like most of them just don’t roll off the tongue that naturally. Nicknames like love, darling and dear feel especially awkward to him, and it’s only slightly because emotional vulnerability and casual proclamations of love scare the shit out of him.

Like Gene, he’ll use babe more than others, though mostly in an obnoxious way. If he wants something, or is just being whiny in general, he’ll call you that until you give him the attention he wants.

If you like nicknames, he honestly tries really hard. Most of them just feel really awkward to him, and he doesn’t really see the point until you start calling him various nicknames, and it kind of clicks in his head why people like it so much.

At some point you stop using them, thinking they make him uncomfortable, and he gets genuinely upset. He stumbles through a flustered explanation, where the bottomline is that withholding affection from him like that should be considered a crime, a description you laugh at, but take to heart. When you tell him that you simply assumed he was uncomfortable because he doesn’t call you anything in return, he grumbles about how assumptions are stupid and you should just ask him instead.

Still, Zenix knows it takes two to tango, and after that, he grows a bit more comfortable with nicknames. He tries out a bunch, but it’s mostly because he gets a kick out of your reactions. 

In private, he likes to call you sexy, mostly as a joke. There is truth to it of course, he thinks you’re extremely attractive, but the word is just really funny to him. Plus, your flushed face is one hell of a bonus. He would never dare call you that in front of others, especially not Gene and Sasha, so that’s a prime opportunity to get revenge for whatever torment he puts you through.

Honorable mention; hot stuff is another one he might use, for the same reason.

Zenix also really likes to just refer to you as “mine”. He’s possessive, moreso out of insecurity than distrust, though he does find it difficult to put his faith in anyone - especially a romantic partner, which he struggles to admit. He needs a lot of reassurance, which sometimes just comes in the form of calling you his, and with you affirming.

Unironically (well, kind of) refers to you as his partner in crime. Both in private and with others; it’s not that sweet, sure, but it’s a nice middle ground for him when calling you more affectionate names seems so daunting, especially when others can hear. It kind of becomes your thing after a while, even if one day he grows comfortable enough to express his love for you differently.

Zane

He probably grew up with his parents calling each other all kinds of classy terms of endearment like honey, darling, love, and beloved, and I feel like that kind of carries over to him. In the beginning of the relationship at least. He has other nicknames he prefers to use later on.

Beloved is the one that always sticks. It’s simple, but carries a lot of meaning - literally referring to someone or something that is “dearly loved”. And that perfectly describes how he feels about you.

Zane is not the type to use many terms of endearment in public, if any at all. Not out of shyness, he’s just a pretty private person, and while he doesn’t mind PDA, he doesn’t see the need to flaunt everything about his relationship out in the open. He views terms of endearment as a pretty intimate thing by default, and while he doesn’t mind you using them in public (it makes him smile, honestly), he prefers to keep it to a minimum.

If this bothers you, he’ll use them in front of your friends a bit more often. He doesn’t want you to think that he doesn’t love you enough to show it in front of others.

In private, on the other hand? He’s a sucker for cute nicknames like muffin or pumpkin, both of which he uses a lot. As soon as the door shuts behind you two, he’s practically forgetting your given name in favor of those two. He prefers pumpkin, not for any particular reason. It’s also the one he defaults to when you’re upset. He’ll notice quite quickly, and move you to a quiet area, offering you a hug and mumbling “what’s wrong, pumpkin?” into your hair.

He’s not rapid-firing nicknames like Laurance is, but he’s quite close in the race. It’s just a simple way for him to remind you that he cares about you, something intimate he saves just for you. His family have heard him call you sweet things before (and they definitely enjoy this softer side of him), but he tries to keep it between the two of you.

Nicknames he uses less often, and definitely in a more teasing manner, are bunny or kitty, sometimes just pet. You would not catch him dead calling you any of these in front of anyone else, not even while completely wasted, but if you’re alone and he feels like teasing you? He’s pulling out all the stops.

Pet is one he especially uses when he’s trying to convince you to do something for him. Most of the time, it’s something mundane, like taking care of yourself properly - or making him a cup of tea because he’s too lazy to get up. He knows you can’t say say no when he uses just the right tone of voice, even if you’re cursing him as you stomp off to do whatever it is he said.

Hope you guys enjoyed!

[dilly-dahlia]

This is just little request if you don’t mind! The Aphmau fandom is coming back! <3! (MCD) Garroth x Fem reader, where the reader always checks up on Garroth giving him food and water, and chat with him everyday, since he’s the head guard. Garroth always feels appreciated, but he slowly becoming attached to the reader.

Must Be Love

pairing: Garroth x Reader

content: mcd season 1, fluff, kissing, Donna and Logan’s wedding without the Garroth is a Ro’Meave reveal cause that would’ve been a lot for a one shot

summary: There are many things Garroth had experienced in his life. However, meeting and becoming attached to one of the kindest souls he’s ever met was not one of those things.

word count: 4.9k

a/n: i hope i did Garroth justice cause i’ve never written for that guy. like ever not even in middle school when i first hyperfixated and i’m scared i didn’t get him right

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The first time you showed up at Phoenix Drop’s jailhouse with a basket of food and a smile on your face, Garroth was shocked. No one typically came to the jail—as the word jail itself was enough to take away anyone’s ease, regardless of its vacancy or the the guards being quartered there—unless they were reporting a problem. Even when they did, they certainly never brought food.

The last time something similar happened was back when Molly came by every day to talk with Dale. Before they fell in love. Now that the pair was happily married, no one had been so welcoming to the guard. Because of that previous experience, Garroth’s initial thought had been that you’d taken a similar interest in someone, but he had never seen you before.

Your smile was bright and your eyes were soft. You wore a plain cream dress with a deep blue cloak around your shoulders. Your entire appearance was bare of any fancy embellishments or adornments, but the obvious goodness that seeped from your smile alone was enough to make Garroth think he had just met royalty.

“Garroth.” The head guard hadn’t even noticed the presence of his lord standing beside the woman. “This is Y/n,” Aphmau said once Garroth had peeled his attention from you. “She came in yesterday evening from Borobos.”

That’s why he didn’t recognize you. You were a very new addition to the village’s residents, though Garroth was sure you were just passing through. Even though his face was concealed by the helmet atop his head, he offered you a smile.

“Welcome, Lady Y/n.” He tilted his head forward in a bow and stepped to the side, allowing you and Aphmau to properly enter the jailhouse. “Please, come in. I won’t leave the two of you to stand outside in the cold.”

You thanked him, but Aphmau stayed behind. “I have to get going to Meteli,” she explained, tapping her fingers against the door frame. “I’ll be gone for a couple days, but I trust you to take care of the village.”

Aphmau gave Garroth a kind smile and he nodded. “Of course, my lady. It would be my honor to watch over the village in your absence.”

“Thank you so much. Oh, and Y/n wanted to get shown around a bit. I would do it, but.” Aphmau trailed off, vaguely motioning to herself and the direction of the ocean. “You know. I told her you’d be able to, but if you aren’t up for it then don’t feel obligated! I was just saying-“

“Nonsense, Lady Aphmau.” Garroth shook his head. “I can show her around.”

Aphmau exhaled in relief, pressing the palms of her hands together and bowing. “You’re an angel sent by Irene, I swear. Okay, well I have to get going. I’ll see you later.”

She gave Garroth one more smile before she was off. Garroth stayed at the door, watching her walk down the path until she passed a corner and he couldn’t see her.

Garroth turned and shut the door behind him. He found that you had already seated yourself across from Zenix and that you had already started a conversation with him. He also found that the basket you’d brought in had been opened and that Zenix had already helped himself to what looked to be a slice of sweet bread.

“Was the breakfast this morning not enough?” Garroth asked, the teasing smile on his face evident by his tone. He stepped closer to the table, crossing his arms and peering at Zenix through his helmet.

Zenix held a hand out defensively, his mouth full of the pastry. “She offered! And not to be rude, Sir Garroth, but this is infinitely better than the toast and eggs we have every morning.”

You laughed at Zenix’s jest, and Garroth turned his gaze to you. You seemed comfortable in this environment, which was a far cry from the way nearly everyone else felt when they found themselves in the jailhouse.

“I just thought I’d bring you guys food,” you said once your laughter had died. “In Borobos, the guardsmen aren’t very respected. It seems very different here from what Lady Aphmau told me, but I figured it would still be a nice thing to do.”

Garroth hummed. “Well we thank you. We are very grateful, although you really didn’t need to go out of your way for that.”

“We wouldn’t mind if you kept going out of your way for it, though,” Zenix cut in. Garroth reached over and smacked the boy’s shoulder in response.

You laughed again. “It’s alright. I really don’t mind. I actually really enjoy baking and cooking, so doing this isn’t a big deal.”

Garroth nodded. “We are thankful regardless. Now, since I’m sure he hasn’t introduced himself yet,”—Garroth placed a hand on Zenix’s shoulder—“this is Zenix. He’s my personal apprentice and soon to be second in command.”

Zenix offered a mock salute before stuffing the rest of the sweet bread in his hand into his mouth. He was quick to chew and swallow it, though his voice came out slightly hoarse when he talked. “A pleasure to meet you.”

You smiled. “And you as well. I’m Y/n.”

“Aphmau told me you wanted to see the village?” Garroth asked. You nodded, turning to meet his gaze. “I’ll show you around once you’re ready.”

“Thank you. Though, you aren’t going to eat anything?”

“Garroth’s a weirdo and doesn’t eat in front of people. Ever.” As if to avoid any scolding the head guard might have given him, Zenix jumped up from his seat and bounded toward the door. “I’m off on patrol!”

Garroth watched Zenix bound out the door and let out a heavy sigh once the boy was gone. “I apologize. He’s very . . . Energetic.”

“It’s alright,” you said, letting out an amused breath. “It’s a relief to me. Most everyone in Borobos was so uptight.”

Garroth hummed, eyeing the open basket on the table. “I don’t mean to come off as rude by not taking anything.”

You shook your head. “No, don’t worry about it. I’m sure you already ate. Besides, I feel like it would be weirder for me to force you to eat something I made.”

“I suppose it would be.” You stood from your seat, reaching to close the basket before readjusting your cloak over your shoulders. “Are you ready, then?”

You nodded with a hum. “Yes, I am.”

Garroth led you out the door. He walked by your side as he led you around the small village of Phoenix Drop. He introduced you to any villager you came across and spent the better half of the morning chatting with you and exchanging stories about yourselves.

For the first time in a long time, Garroth felt completely at ease.

—

Okay, Garroth thought to himself after he had walked you back to Donna’s brothel. That’s where you were staying for the time being. You bringing food to the jailhouse was simply a formality. A ‘thank you for welcoming me’ of sorts.

That’s what Garroth thought. That thought was dismissed, however, when you showed up the next morning with another basket of sweets. And again the morning after that. And the next and the next and . . .

Surely you must have taken a romantic interest in someone. Garroth had no clue who, as Brain was too young for you and you seemed to treat Zenix as a younger brother. Your interactions with Garroth were nothing but polite and he feared you didn’t find yourself to be comfortable around him, so it couldn’t have been him.

But then who? Garroth entertained for a moment that you might be after Laurance when the Head Guard of Meteli visited Phoenix Drop, but you hadn’t known him before that.

You must have just been a good soul, then. Similar to his Lady Aphmau but with less capability to change the world. After a while, Garroth confirmed that fact for himself when he noticed you volunteering to care for Levin while Aphmau was gone and help in any way you could to fix up the village.

It was refreshing to him that there were good people in the world. He’d seen the worst manipulative, conniving con men in O’Khasis. He grew up around them. He’d devised a plan to fake his death using the tactics they did. A false identity, a bit of magic and tricks. He even found himself thinking like them, occasionally, no matter how hard he tried erasing that part of himself.

In your company, though, he didn’t think he was all that bad. During the daily morning talks he figured that if someone as good, someone as kind as you could stand someone like him—if someone like him could make you smile and laugh the way you did—he must not have been so bad.

Despite the promise he had made to himself so long ago when he faked his death, Garroth found himself growing attached to you. More so than usual. He found himself growing attached to you in an odd way he had never experienced. It was different than how he cared for Zenix before he ran off. It was different than the unwavering loyalty he held for Lady Aphmau and his village. His attachment to you was . . . warm. It was something he chose, whether involuntarily or not, to hold. It couldn’t be boiled down to an obligation of duty like his relationship with Zenix or Aphmau or the village. He liked you.

Well, that was odd. Garroth had never liked anyone before.

What does one do in that situation?

—

The air was crisp. It felt fresh and clean despite the parasite that had found itself in Phoenix Drop to officiate a wedding. Zane Ro’Meave—High Priest of O’Khasis. The second son of O’Khasis, his predecessor being Gareth Ro’Meave. As it stood, Zane was set to inherit lordship when Garte died, since Gareth hadn’t been seen in five years. That, and Gareth’s body had been found drowned in the river surrounding the city years ago. Gareth Ro’Meave was dead as far as anyone knew.

Garroth stayed away from the High Priest as much as possible. He didn’t want to risk being recognized, but . . . Well, if he wanted to attend the wedding he couldn’t wear his helm. Without that, there was no doubt that he would be recognized. Garroth was the spitting image of his father.

He would figure it out. He would watch the merchant and his lover wed from afar if he had to. Even if it meant he couldn’t sit with you. Or talk to you. Or . . . do anything with you for the day.

He was thankful that you still visited the guard despite the business of everyone else. Garroth had opted to stay in his room on the jailhouse’s second floor for the day. It would be easier that way.

He was even more grateful that he was the only guard still in the jailhouse.

“I can’t believe Donna and Logan are getting married,” you said. You sat beside him on his bed, fidgeting with a necklace around your neck. One Garroth had gotten you (although he told you it was from the entire Phoenix Drop guard, as a thank you for always providing them with food and caring for them). “I remember when they first met. Irene, time really does fly, doesn’t it?”

Garroth agreed. Time really did go by quickly. It had been over five years since he’d last seen Zane. Over five years since he was Gareth Ro’Meave, golden heir of the O’Khasian throne. That fact struck him when he finally saw his brother, who was taller than he had been. Zane wasn’t quite as tall as Garroth, but he was getting there.

“It’s been a while since you came to Phoenix Drop,” he said, turning to face you. He still wore his helmet (he’d never let you see him without it) and you couldn’t see his face, but some part of you could imagine the soft smile that graced his features.

You nodded. “It has. I plan to stay here much longer, as well.”

When you smiled at him, Garroth swore the sun rays brightened and the birds started singing.

After a moment, you said, “So I won’t see you at the wedding tonight?”

Regretfully, Garroth shook his head. “No, you won’t. I’m sorry.”

You shook your head. “There’s nothing to be sorry for. If I’m being honest, the High Priest is being hypocritical about you not being able to wear your armor. I mean, his guards can but you can’t because then it’ll be considered a rich wedding?” You rolled your eyes, resting your weight against your arm. “I think it’s stupid.”

Garroth chuckled. He’d never heard you say anything remotely negative about anyone. “You’re not fond of the High Priest?”

You scoffed. “No. He visited Borobos a couple times and I always got a bad feeling from him.”

Garroth hummed. A comfortable silence enveloped the two of you. One that made Garroth feel warm.

“If I . . . were to come to the wedding,” Garroth began. His voice was muffled, more so than usual. He was mumbling, and you wished for a moment that he would take off his helm so you could read his lips. “Would you dance with me?”

You smiled in response to his question and softly nodded. “I’ll be sure to save a dance for you.”

The helmet suddenly became very hot. Garroth’s cheeks were burning despite the happy smile stretched across his lips. You really were beautiful.

“That’s only if I decide to come,” Garroth added.

“Of course. Regardless, I wouldn’t want to fill my dance card before you had the chance to add your name,” you teased, a playful smile pulling at your lips. Garroth knew it was a tease. Phoenix Drop wasn’t fancy enough for things like dance cards.

“I do hope you’ll come,” you said after a moment. Your voice was more sincere, and Garroth could’ve sworn you leaned closer to him ever so slightly. “But even if you don’t, I’ll be sure to come by before I turn in for the night.”

“You don’t have to,” Garroth said, although he was using every bit of his willpower to hide the anticipation from his voice.

“I will.” You smiled again. “I enjoy spending time with you.”

Garroth’s heart nearly jumped out of his chest. The two of you had been doing this for a while now. Leaving small hints of your ever growing feelings to each other. The hints were never obvious, and you both always interpreted them as friendly interaction, but Garroth always let himself believe for just a moment that you felt the same way he did.

“What does your dress look like?” he asked. He was curious. He wanted to create a mental image of what you might look like before he eventually saw you later that day.

Your expression brightened, and you sat straighter. “It’s gorgeous,” you said, and Garroth listened intently as you explained how your dress looked. Your description was vague, and you tried your best describing all the details you could, but you knew the description you gave wouldn’t do it justice.

Garroth knew it, too.

—

Cadenza truly did make beautiful dresses and suits. She had dropped one off for Garroth earlier (“Just in case,” she had said) and he had marveled at the craftsmanship of it. The seams seemed sturdy and the fabric was high quality. Stepping into the plaza and seeing the care Cadenza had put into each outfit astounded him. But in his opinion, there was one that outshined them all.

You were right. The dress Cadenza had made for you was beautiful. Though, Garroth may have had a bias towards it since you were the one wearing it. The sleeves were long and puffy and made of a sparkly, sheer material. Golden florals were embroidered on the cuffs and the neckline and hem of the dress. The skirt was long and any time you spun it would follow the flow of your body in an elegant circle.

Garroth hardly noticed that the deep midnight blue of your dress matched the color of his bow tie. He also failed to notice the matching embroidery on your dress and the lapels of his blazer. It seemed as though fashion wasn’t the only thing Cadenza had an eye for.

Garroth waited until you were alone to approach you. He finally did once you had seated yourself after a rather boisterous dance Dale had dragged you into. He could see the way your chest quickly rose and fell as you tried to catch your breath, and Garroth looked away.

You noticed him coming in your peripheral. When you looked at him it seemed as though the world had stopped just to give the two of you a second to revel in each other’s presence. A smile stretched across your lips, the one that Garroth loved. You perked up at the sight of him, and turned your body in the chair to face him better.

“You’re here,” you said. Garroth nodded.

“I thought it’d be fun.” You nodded, but your thoughts seemed to be elsewhere. You were focused on his face, a sight you had never seen. Despite that, you had instantly recognized him and the soft smile he gave you. It was one you had imagined many times. Seeing it was exhilarating.

“I believe I owe you a dance,” you said to him once the music had changed to a slower tune.

Garroth’s smile widened and he held his hand out. “May I, Lady Y/n.”

You chuckled and placed your hand in his. Irene, you were so giddy. “You may, Sir Garroth.”

You laughed again as Garroth pulled you up from your seat and led you to the dance floor, where other pairs had began gathering. Garroth wrapped his arms around you, holding you close. You felt safe and protected in his arms, and although the two of you were much closer than was appropriate for a couple that wasn’t together, no one batted an eye.

“You’re very handsome,” you told him after a moment you had spent admiring his features. And he truly was. His curly hair reflected the fairy lights and moonlight in a way that made it seem golden, and his eyes were probably the most beautiful thing you had ever seen. His cheekbones were defined and his lips looked so . . . kissable. You wanted to trace your thumb across every feature and commit it to memory, ready to recall whenever you needed the comfort of a familiar face.

“And you look radiant,” he replied, smiling down at you. And, Irene, his smile was just perfect. It was enough to make any girl fall in love.

You let out a soft breath of amusement, adjusting your arms around him so you could hold him impossibly closer. “You’re just saying that,” you whispered. You didn’t know what else to say.

“I’m not,” he instantly said. His voice was soft to match yours, though the more he talked the more you suspected his quiet tone was to hide his hesitation and nerves. “You are the most gorgeous girl I’ve ever seen. You’re the kind of woman men would fight a war for.”

Your face heated. You tried biting back a smile, but only failed miserably. “Would you go to war for me?”

“Without a doubt.”

You wished there weren’t so many people around so you could lean into Garroth and press your lips against his. You were sure that was the only correct reaction to have.

Garroth seemed the share the same thought, or at least a similar one. He leaned forward, his face red and his gaze nervous, to whisper in your ear. “I’d like to take you somewhere.”

He had stuttered over his words. You found it to be the most endearing thing. You looked up at him and nodded.

“After this song,” he said, snaking his arm further around you to hold you closer to him. His face was still red as a cherry and his breaths seemed out of focus, but you weren’t much better. Your heart felt like it would beat right out of your chest at any moment and you felt like you were in a daze with him.

It felt like the song from Zoey’s enchanted music box went on for hours after he said that. When it finally ended, Garroth reluctantly let go of you and you reluctantly let go of him. He kept his hand entwined with yours, though, and led you through the small crowd of people and away from the party.

You followed him to the woods. He didn’t lead you too deep, but just far enough so you were out of sight from peering eyes. Just far enough so he could have a truly private moment with you.

Once he stopped the two of you stood in silence for a moment. Your gazes went back and forth. He would spend a moment staring at you before he caught your gaze and looked away, and the same thing would happen to you. Those first few seconds were nothing more than fleeting glances until Garroth finally spoke.

“You really do look beautiful,” he whispered. Your warm smile made Garroth’s nervous gaze soften. He looked at you like you had hung the very stars in the sky.

“So you’ve said,” you replied. You risked it and took a step closer. Had you been in his room at the guard station, your movements closer to him could have been passed as you allowing yourself to slip towards him. Now, though, it was painfully obvious that it was a decision you consciously made.

“Well it’s true.” Garroth didn’t move close to you like you had to him, but his gaze did flit down to your feet. You took a chance and stepped closer again, and Garroth shifted forward.

“Is there something you wanted to say, Sir Garroth?” you asked, tilting your head up to him. You sometimes added the title sir to tease him. “Or did you bring me all the way here just to tell me again I’m pretty?”

Garroth’s cheeks pinkened and he let out a strained huff. “No, I . . .” He paused. You raised your eyebrows expectantly but didn’t say anything. You wanted to give him all the time he needed to collect his thoughts. “I’ve found myself wanting to be rather . . . spontaneous, recently.”

“Yes, you’ve brought me into the woods rather unexpectedly.” Your lips stretched into a soft smile and you chuckled. “Spontaneity isn’t bad. Sometimes the result can be good.”

“I fear I may ruin a friendship if I act on my impulses.” Garroth swallowed and quickly swiped his tongue over his lips. “And I would deeply regret it if this girl stopped talking to me because of what I’d do.”

“Oh, so it’s a girl you like?” You tried to keep your voice even and unfeeling, but the small heartbreak still made its way into your words. You felt your smile fade and you found yourself taking a small step away from him. You hadn’t anticipated for him to like you back—you had seen the way he interacted with Phoenix Drop’s lord—but some small part of you hoped that some of the signs you’d seen could be an indicator of romantic feelings toward you.

“Well,” you began after a brief pause. You paused again after the word left your mouth, though, thinking. Did you want to pretend for just a moment? Or would that only hurt you more? “Any girl would be lucky to have you,” you settled on.

Garroth hummed. You didn’t know if he’d noticed you step away from him, but he definitely took a step closer.

“Would you recommend I act on an impulse of mine?”

You nodded. You had seen the way Garroth acted around Aphmau, but you had also seen how Aphmau acted around Garroth. Even if you couldn’t have him the way you wanted, you were going to help him for his own sake.

Garroth took a breath. You were ready for him to thank you for your brief advice, but you hadn’t expected him to lean forward and press his lips against yours.

Although his kiss was soft, the action shocked you. You had stiffened for a moment, and Garroth had began pulling away to apologize, but you were quick to pull him back. Your hands reached up to wrap around his neck and rest on his chest so you could tug his lips back down to yours. You kissed him softly at first, but when your fingers threaded through his golden locks and you pressed your lips harder against his and he wrapped his arms around your waist, you couldn’t help the breathless sigh that escaped your lips when he pulled away for just a moment.

You were quick to reconnect your lips, and when you did Garroth lifted you off the ground and spun in a circle for the flow of your dress to follow. This was arguably the best thing he’d ever experienced.

When he pulled away it was just an inch. He kept his forehead pressed against yours and his eyes closed and the two of you shared the same air. There was a wide smile on your lips, and you were so happy you laughed.

You couldn’t remember what was said after that, but the warm and fuzzy feeling stayed in your heart for hours after the fact. Days, even. You carried it with you the next day and the day after and the day after that.

And when the two of you went back to the plaza, soft smiles on your faces and hands just barely brushing against each other, everyone knew something had changed.

—

Even though everyone in the village could see the shift in your relationship with Garroth, you tried to keep it private and pretend nothing was different. Stolen kisses in the guard tower before he went for patrol, brief brushes of hands against each other, fleeting glances to the other from down the path. You hadn’t even really officiated anything and your stomach flipped at every sight of him.

You still found yourself venturing to the guard tower every morning wirh a basket. You would often bring a little something for Laurance and Dante and Dale or whoever else was currently positioned, but Garroth was always the main focus of your attention. It had gotten to the point where Laurance and Dante could recognize you by the sound of your footsteps, and they always stepped aside and told you where Garroth was.

He was in his room more often than not. He had taken to removing his helmet around you and rarely wore it when you visited. You could see his pretty eyes that way, and you always smiled and told him that they were, and somewhere along the line the two of you would press your lips together and spend a couple minutes every day pretending you were the only people in the world.

“I’d like to court you,” he told you one day, though his voice was quiet and hesitant. You couldn’t tell if he was truly hesitating to say that, though, or if his muffled tone was from the fact that his lips were pressed against the junction of your jaw. He stopped for a moment, his soft breaths brushing against the shell of your ear. “I know we’ve been . . . close, recently, but we’ve never spoken about it. I’d like to do this properly.”

“Why don’t you, then?” you asked. You turned your head to meet his gaze when he pulled away, just enough to look you in the eyes. There was a soft smile on his face, like he couldn’t believe you weren’t denying him.

“Is that a yes?” His voice was hopeful, and you chuckled. How could he ever think you’d say no?

“Yes, Garroth,” you said, your tone light. “It is.”

You heard something of a smack against the frame of Garroth’s closed door. You turned your head, expecting someone to come in. No one did. You only heard the soft clinking of armor on the other side.

“Finally.” The voice was muffled and quiet through the wood, but you recognized it as Laurance’s.

“That was taking forever.” And that voice belonged to Dante. Your gaze flicked back to Garroth, finding that he was covering the lower half of his blushing face.

“You don’t even know. He’s been yapping about her since before you were even here.”

You hear their footsteps disappear down the hall as they walk away from Garroth’s room. You wait for a moment before bursting into a fit of giggles.

Garroth’s hand entwined wirh yours and the two of you spent a moment longer talking, though most of the conversation came in the form of lighthearted teasing from you. Garroth’s cheeks only turned more and more red with every word you spoke, until finally you had to let him go so he could complete his patrol.

You walked along the cobbled roads gappier that day, along with every other day that came. There was a spring in your step and you practically skipped everywhere you went.

You tried to keep it private. Tried to keep the yearning glances and kisses behind closed doors, but everyone knew it. Everyone could see the attachment their head guard had grown for the baking maiden in the village, and no one thought there was nothing more fitting than that.

i fear this piece gave me intense imposter syndrome??? for some reason??? idk i feel like i could’ve done way better and this piece is shit but alas. anyways anon i hope you enjoyed i wish i could’ve done better for you 🫡

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Hello friends! welcome to the prologue of my Garroth x Reader series. This is my first fic, and I haven't actually written anything in years so please bear with me. I have a vague plan for how I'd like this series to go and if that works out, it will be followed up with PDH, FCU, and Mystreet sequels, just like the actual series (though probably not written in that order cause my attention span would kill me)

There will also be some tragic Gene x Reader featured in this series so be forewarned about that.

Enjoy!

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An MCD Garroth x Reader series

"Legendary" prologue

"You have got to be joking..." The heart wrenching emptiness of the snack bag in your hands was more annoying than problematic, seeing as you were only about twenty minutes from town. The all too familiar urge to reach into the supplies you'd gathered over your journey crept in, but as always, the thought of seeing Garroth's face light up when you brought back the various supplies you found on your journeys was enough to keep your hands on Delphi's reins instead searching through the wagon she was pulling.

Oh, how you missed seeing that dorky helmet and hearing his unsure attempts at cracking jokes everyday... how you missed him, your best friend who always greeted you with a smile you didn't need to see to know was there, who lets you travel around to "help the village with supplies" when you both know that the only useful things you really bring back are food and new contacts (after all who doesn't need a good "I know a guy" friend) but the villagers loved getting to purchase fun new trinkets every time you came back and Garroth knew it kept you from getting too restless, so he gave you his blessing to essentially become the town wander, but you preferred the term "casual diplomatic relations coordinator/goodies gatherer"

Seeing Zenix again was also near and dear to your heart. He could be a major prick, but he was your brother after all...in heart anyway, which was enough for the two of you. You fought more often than not but you both had a soft spot for each other and were the closest thing to family that you both had.

Of course, your friendships with the other villagers were deeply cherished but it was hard to not have a special bond with the two of them. Garroth has a knack for finding people stranded in the woods, he brought you back to town only a week before finding Zenix who was only a kid at the time, and without any memories of your life before he found you wandering alone, it was easy to grow attached to the first two people who really made a difference in your life.

"Garroth! She's back!!" You perked up and slid off Delphi's back as you saw Zenix approaching

You threw your arms around him and laughed at the embrace that finally meant you were back home. "Brother, I missed you! Are you well? How is everyone?"

Zenix was interrupted by the all too familiar voice of your dearest friend who was always more relived by your safe return every time. "You're safe, welcome back" He took Delphi's reins from your hands and began to lead the small group back to town as you clamored on about your journey and why it took so much longer this time, how many people you met, how much you missed home, on and on and on.

Rolling his eyes was Zenix's only facial expression but his inability to stop asking questions was enough to keep you rattling on until all the villagers came and went with their fair share of useless trinkets and food for the week. When they were all done and gone Zenix left with the last two bags of supplies to take back for the guards. Garroth who had been silent the entire time, took hold of the empty cart and followed you back to the stable by your house with Delphi.

"I'm glad you're back, I almost sent raven out to look for you" you chuckle lightly at his concern and pray the torches aren't bright enough to show the blush that creeps onto your face.

"It was only a day long delay, Garroth" he sets down the wagon and turns away a bit, but his face remains pointed towards you as you tilt your head looking for a response.

Fully turning back to you he begins to inspect the details on his gloves, a painfully obvious que that he's flustered himself again. "I'm aware, it's just...it's dangerous out there, and you know we're vulnerable right now without a lord. I just don't want to see you get hurt."

Garroth is a caring person, you know this firsthand, but even still his heart and kindness manage to melt you every single time you speak to him. It's like he was born to be a beacon of hope, and his protectiveness is bound so deeply in his nature you can't help but want to protect him for a change. You don't know every detail of his past, but given yours is not available to you, it's a privilege he was willing to share with you all he did.

You didn't realize you were placing your hand on his arm until his head snapped up to meet your gaze, the slight glimpse of blue through his helm was enough to make you lose your train of thought for a moment. Though he didn't pull away, the feeling of his muscles tensing in your hold was enough for you to bring your hand back to you. "Thank you, Garroth. For always caring so much...for everyone."

A slight chuckle echoed from his mouth; you almost missed it. "You do not need to thank me for doing my job"

The grin that crept onto your face was almost involuntary, but moments like this were important to you. Making sure people knew the difference they could make, the good they would do was important to you, even though you knew Garroth would never fully believe you.

"It's not just your job Garroth, it's you. We both know that. You've changed so many lives and you keep so many people safe, it may not always work out but that's not nothing. Don't ever forget that, please"

Your heart fluttered at the all too familiar smile you heard in his thanks, how he's managed to keep the sight of it hidden all these years was a mystery to you, but it was none of your business, you only hoped silently that one day he'd trust you enough-

His hand began to flex towards yours and your heart skipped in your chest...before he brought it up to scratch his neck instead. Clearing your throat, you began to turn away from him. "I should really get to bed. Rest up from the long journey"

Garroth nodded. "Of course, I should be going. Long day tomorrow." You took a few steps back and he began to head back down the road before turning for a moment more "It's good to have you back. Goodnight" You smiled back, a little to dazed to truly recall your reply.

Your loving bed was unfortunately not enough to keep your thoughts from drifting back to the man who always seemed to keep them occupied. Looks like you won't not be getting much sleep tonight...

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Thank you sooooo much for reading!! I hope you enjoyed cause this is only the beginning! Feel free to request one-shots, drabbles, and head cannons in the meantime

[dilly-dahlia]

aphmau character sheets

welcome to my collection of character sheets. this is basically a series of posts where i yap about how i perceive aphmau’s characters and my own headcanons for them. i will definitely talk about how they are in my rewrite. i have also included my own ocs for the aphverse and what series of mine they’re from (since most of my x reader’s started as an oc). each character will have two posts, one dedicated to Minecraft Diaries and one dedicated to MyStreet. these posts are ever changing and will always have something that may be added to them

canon characters

Aaron Lycan — MCD | MyStreet

Aphmau “Shalashaska” — MCD | MyStreet

Cadenza Zvahl — MCD | MyStreet

Dante Accardi — MCD | MyStreet

Garroth Ro’Meave — MCD | MyStreet

Gene Accardi — MCD | MyStreet

Ivy Arden — MCD | MyStreet

Katelyn Caradime — MCD | MyStreet

Laurance Zvahl — MCD | MyStreet

Lucinda Nightingale — MCD | MyStreet

Nana Ashida — MCD | MyStreet

Nicole von Ronsenburg — MCD | MyStreet

Sasha Lopatkin — MCD | MyStreet

Travis Valkrum — MCD | MyStreet

Vylad Ro’Meave — MCD | MyStreet

Zane Ro’Meave — MCD | MyStreet

Zenix Daniels — MCD | MyStreet

original characters

Briar Nightingale — MCD | MyStreet

Cassandra “Cassie” Ramirez — MCD | MyStreet

Ophelia Fountaine — MCD | MyStreet

[dilly-dahlia]

welcome to the compiled list of all my work and posts relating to any rewrites I have done. this is also where you can keep up with my progress on certain bigger works. enjoy, I hope you have fun on your journey

✎ insinuates that the work was a request!

The Guard at the Window - slow updates, 17.2k words

laurance x reader, tangled au

The Problem With Popularity - slow updates, 36.7k words

gene x popular!reader, pdh

UNTITLED MCD REWRITE - planning stages

Blue Haired Boy - 2.8k words

dante x reader, fluff, meet cute, mystreet

Boy in Love - 5.5k words ✎

dante x reader, fluff, light angst, mystreet

Must Be Love - 4.9k words ✎

garroth x reader, fluff, falling in love, mcd

Slow Down - in progress… ✎

garroth x reader. pregnancy, domestic fluff, mcd

The Heart of a Human - 4.1k words ✎

travis x reader, angst, death, mcd

aphmau character sheets

aphmau face claims 1 (Ivy, Sasha, Laurance, Garroth)

aphmau face claims 2 (Gene, Dante, Travis, Zenix)

aphmau face claims 3 (Cadenza, Nicole, Katelyn, Lucinda)

height headcanons

hair headcanons (Aphmau, Laurance, Katelyn)

pdh!jefflyn headcanons ✎