#misha x platonic!reader

[stxneflxwers]

pocky day!

aventurine is an expert at this, clearly (/s). the little shit thinks it's hilarious to cause you to bite the pocky at the last moment, though. he will do anything it takes to get you to nibble a little too hard on accident and snap the pocky. you will never get a single kiss from him in a pocky game without at least first getting teased for a long time. but, then again, you can just take matters into your own hands...and get back at him, sooner or later.

boothill is the poor guy that can't do the pocky game to save his life – his teeth are far too...let's say...sharp. he may as well be suck on the pocky stick instead, which you have to stop yourself from laughing and or teasing him. or else he'll never do this again. it takes about maybe 10 or more pocky sticks before you can even dream about getting a tie and leaving a sweet, chocolatey kiss on his lips.

acheron is confused. very confused. but she rolls with it. she enjoys peaches, which are sweet – kind of like chocolate if you do some expert mental gymnastics. it takes her a couple of tries to truly understand the concept of the game, at first she had merely thought winning was all it was about. but, once she realized it was about getting a tie, well... the kiss was far sweeter than any pocky or any peach.

gallagher is another little shit, but only to a mild degree. instead of eating the damned pocky, he takes the pocky from you and sticks it in one of his drinks. and then he hums for a long time, like he's thinking (he's not). he does eventually play along with the game, and the tie is secured with a soft, chaste kiss. and then he asks you if he can have a couple of more sticks – he wants to make a nice concoction to honor this little "event."

misha is a kid, but hey, you give him a full box of pocky anyway! he deserves to have a treat now and again for his hard work. no game is played, you don't even tell him what the game is. you two simply chat, eat pocky, and enjoy the eye-catching landscape of dreamflux reef together. (he wants to remember this moment forever.)

[3lliesan]

How heartbreaking would it be if I make a situation similar to Misha or Acheron’s existence as an self-anillator for twst mc, exchanging existence for her- their world’s sake.

Given the chance to experience what it’s like to live life freely again without the weight of the world itself on their shoulders… being brought to Twisted Wonderland as nothing but a shadow of their previous “self.”

Helping their beloved friends strive forward, guiding them back on track no matter how dark and life-threatening it can be sometimes, how tedious the task could be, how unconditional it is. Even if the Prefect gets nothing in return.

Yuu feels most content seeing the dreams of these students shine like the constellations that hung brilliantly in the sky.

But for someone who has touched the sun, they would prefer to continue doing such meaningless things. As long as the future they helped to create belongs to someone….

Even though they know that they won’t have an “ending” of any kind other than the worst one. Destined to eventually fade away, deprived of all colour, wrapped gently by the Nihility…

and cease to exist.

[ixiot-ghostrebel]

About the Kidnapped Kids: What would their reactions be to a reader who reveals themselves to be a scary demon (like Alastor from Hazbin Hotel) when they see the kids being used as leverage?

Clara: Svarog is gonna be there first to beat the reader up

Yanqing: Will try to beat the reader up first.

Misha: Will try to run away and smack you with a broom.

Huohuo: Runs away but fails because Mr. Tail is having too much fun with the Reader—

[bitterbutblue]

Hi hi!! I was thinking for your writing requests maybe a platonic!reader comforting misha from hsr?? I love misha but I can't find much writing with him ;w;

Rest of it is really up to you, I just wanted to see some misha content lmao

coming to terms with slumber ☆ misha x platonic!reader

~ thank u for this submission!! ur the first person so u have a special place in my heart now <33 ~

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⤷ The concept of slumber never really came to him much, at least he never really thought about it too much. Misha never thought it would concern him, so he never thought about it. He never questioned, he never liked to. Clockie was never one to indulge in these thoughts, at least not around him. And he was passive until he found the memory bubble.

⤷ Misha is a timid boy, the mind of a twelve year old. He's a child, one who should be protected by the world and all of its love if possible yet truth is, he's only a fragment of a child.

⤷ When it first hits him, he's numb.

⤷ He first goes about his day but you can tell something's off. His laughter seems just a tad bit more forced, he moves a bit more stiffly and he doesn't have that same lightness to his voice.

⤷ You approach him, slowly, like you would if you were approaching an injured stray.

⤷ He doesn't say anything at first, he just tries to play it off but the more he plays it off the worst it gets. It's like Prince Rupert's drop- he won't break unless it's the exact person he trusts, the exact person he's looking for.

⤷ Like that, it falls. When his crystal eyes met yours, he dropped to the ground. He heaves, he sobs, cries, screams until his voice is raw and gone and all that fills the empty halls of the Reverie Hotel because really the world he lives is just you and him.

⤷ He doesn't remember any of that- the adventures, the pain and the losses and when it hits him it hits him hard.

⤷ You drop to your knees, pulling him to your chest because what else could you do? He's dead and he's just realising it. He's a kid who just realised he could never grow up.

⤷ You hold him tight, whispering sweet nothings into his ear as he trembles like a bomb ready to blow and all you can do is sit and wait for it to either diffuse or blow

"It's okay, Misha, it's gonna be okay."

But how do you even comfort a kid who will never get to grow up? Who has to turn to eternal slumber sooner or later before he can even come to terms with the full idea of eternal slumber.

"Don't worry."

But how can you not worry? You have to watch this boy fade into what is only an idea, perhaps a fragment in your mind. Knowing that how you hold him and comfort him is only simply a piece of what is him, knowing that you've never even held or comforted the real Misha.

"Don't let go."

He's tired now, exhausted from crying so hard he feels like he's going to throw up. He lays in your arms, breathing uneven but more calm now. You can only listen to his words and take them in, knowing what you say back cannot impact anything because his future was already determined. His future was the past.

"I won't."

[theangelcatalogue]

❝ See how I circle... Imaginary mind... Imaginary lines... Let the maze of my design carry you on. ❞ ― PROLOGUE: FALL NOT FAIR

→ FALL FAIR

→ YANDERE GHOST!CHOIR X READER

→ ROMANTIC/PLATONIC

→ GENDER NEUTRAL DARLING

→ TW: DEATH MENTIONS, DISAPPEARANCE, HOSPITAL MENTIONS, HALLUCINATIONS MENTIONS, IMPLIED MURDER, METAL HEALTH ISSUES, GHOST MENTIONS, SENSITIVE TOPICS, BAD ENGLISH, BAD GRAMMAR AND MADE BY A MINOR! PLEASE TELL ME IF I FORGOT SOMETHING!

❝ Just bumped my head and my face turns purple. ❞

Rule number zero: Nobody leaves Uranium.

You promised yourself you would never step in that place, in the fair or in Uranium in general, but you had to, didn't you?

After surviving the cyclone rollercoaster disaster, your mental health that already wasn't good, started to go downhill, you started to hallucinate with the other choir members, hear things and have terrible nightmares where you were also killed by the rollercoaster. Everything felt so real, but it wasn't, and you stayed a good time in the hospital to realize that maybe, just maybe, you were going crazy. You felt such a weird grief for the members, you barely knew them, but you missed them, like if you knew them.

And after finally completing eighteen years old and a bunch of work, you finally left Uranium with your little sibling, the hallucinations, the nightmares and voices stopped, you finally were free of everything, at least this is what you thought.

Many disappearances happened in Uranium after the fair shut down, Karl Karnak, the owner of the fair, a drunk guy that was blamed for the accident since he was the one working in the rollercoaster, and many others after them, one including your old best friend: Tammy Edwards.

You got a desperate call from Tammy's sister, calling you over to help them find her, you felt a pang in your heart, having to go back to Uranium, but you needed to help them, just for today you needed to go back, just for today. You left your sibling with a friend (that gave you a ride to Uranium) and helped them in the best way you could, Tammy's sister said to you to stay the night there, and you accepted to be polite.

However, you started to hear voices, the same voices that you heard when you lived there.

❝ When the fall fair comes to town! ❞

You couldn't even rest right, the only thing the voices talked about was the fair, fair, fair...

The fair!

You searched for clues in every place, except the fair! But it wouldn't make sense for Tammy to be in the fair, what would she be doing there? Or... what would someone do with her there?

You left, leaving a note, walking to the fair, the gates were a bit open, the rides were decadents and broken, you could feel the smell of racid beers and cotton candies, you still could hear the sound of laughter and happy songs, even thought the place was abandoned, it felt like it had someone in there.

You opened the gate and walked through it, slowly making your way into the fair, your heart beating faster as you looked around the place, memories coming back as you walked a bit more, searching for any clue of Tammy, or maybe of the other missing people.

You freeze as your eyes lay in something, a machine, a fortune-teller to be specific, close to the security booth and to the fair's old warehouse, you walked to it, it was broken, but some lights still flicked.

❝ THE AMAZING KARNAK! HE CAN SEE THE FUTURE! 100% ACCURATE! ❞

You never tested him, you never trusted in this type of thing, but why do you feel you already saw him somewhere? It was so weird, such a weird déjà vu, you approached him a bit more, until the lights flicked, and the machine started to do weird noises.

" Your unlucky number is six- Your unlucky number is five, you are- danger- bumper- ferris- shooting-the gravi- cyclone- "

You stepped back surprised, the machine stopped, and the lights were working now stopped working. You analyzed the machine a bit more, until you noticed a voice recorder laying next to it, with the letters " K. K " written in it, K. K... Karl Karnak.

You picked it up, your finger ghosting at the play button, you felt like something was wrong, maybe you should just leave the fair... but what about Tammy? What if she is here? Or at least... some part of her.

You played the play button, the first thing you could hear was a person, a man, almost breathless, trying to recover while coughing.

" Okay, I don't have much time... "

Karl Karnak?

" Look, my name is Karl Karnak, the owner of the Wonder Ville fair. I decided to came here after the accident, the saint's tragedy, I decided to came after the disappearance of one of my ex-workers, I know what happened... they got him... they aren't human, not anymore! They are ghosts! Monsters! I don't know what happened with them, but they- they aren't going to let me leave this place alive... at this point they already locked the gate- "

They?

" ... Look, you have to follow their rules. Follow every rule, it gives you a time... but... even if you follow them, they will kill you, but they will help you! Sorta... I still didn't get some of them, but the first one is simple: Always obey her. If you don't listen to her, she will get you, Phil learned with it... Always listen to her and to her signs, and- "

It stopped, the recording stopped, you tried to listen to it again or find another recorder, but nothing, not even another clue. You started to walk around the fair again, trying to find any other clue, remembering what the machine and what Karl said.

The machine...

Bumper Kart, Ferris Wheel, Shooting Gallery, The Gravitron, The cyclone... that what he tried to say right? But he said something about danger.

It's dangerous, a bad idea, but... you had to. Didn't you?

★- RUNNING THROUGH HURDLES, RUNNING IN CIRCLES.

★ Oh yeah another rtc thing yay

★ Holy dolly the brainrot is real

★ Idk what to say tbh

★ Do you guys like this? Or is this shitty? yeah shitty-

★ Byee!!

★ YOU BETTER TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF OR I'M APPEARING IN YOUR ROOM AT 3 AM!!

[itstimetojellyfish]

Must you go?…( Platonic Misha x reader)

Ehhhhh…. I’ve been posting a lot of fluff so to even it out it’s time for angst!BTW reader sees misha as an older brother , the story will explain.

Oh and this is the music boxes song , Genshin players might recognize it .

Locus amoenus

Anyways! Time to emotionally traumatize yall!

“Must you go big brother? “ You asked .

The light haired boy just smiled at you before replying,” Yes , I do.” He pats your head gently before heading off to clean the streets of Penacony .

Little did you know , that would be the last day you would see your elder brother.

He found you in an alleyway , all alone and cold , with thin rags covering your body that didn’t do anything to keep you warm from the chilled air . You were surrounded by garbage and broken glass so it took a while to clean .

He took you in , gave you clean clothes , a nice bed , and a warm blanket plus a place to stay that’s better than the alley you were found in.

Ever since that day , you followed him as he cleaned the streets and helped him sometimes, he even got you a smaller broomstick identical to his .

He introduced you to new people , like the trailblazer , who in your opinion, smelled like citrusy dew with a hint of honey .

When you told him this he looked at you with a surprised look on his face and asked how he smelled like , you replied with fresh ice with a hint of mint .

Turns out you had an advanced sense of smell , you could smell emotions, but only general ones . Such as happiness or sadness. Nothing too complex .

Misha usually smelled like ice and mint , that was his emotion of contentment , however , that day , he still had ice in his smell , but… the mint was gone and was replaced with an overpowering scent of something lemony .

You didn’t know what that scent meant , so you let it go and figured you would find out later when Misha came back to you , he would usually let you tag along but at days he would tell you to stay with Gallagher , the brown dude who said he was 13 even though he has a beard .

He smelled like alcoholic drinks with a bit of blood mixed in , but you didn’t mind it , you just assumed it was something else that you didn’t know the smell of .

Misha usually didn’t let you tag along when the trailblazer came to meet him , those days he had that lemony scent that made your nose scrunch up .

When you stayed over at Gallagher’s place , you tried to help by bringing him ingredients, and time to time he left and made you watch over the bar while he greeted the trailblazer and Misha .

Today was no exception, Misha dropped you off at where Gallagher worked at , you stayed there for a while , but you were feeling a little mischievous and sneaked out when you were getting ingredients .

You decided the main objective of your super secret mission was to find your elder brother , so off you went exploring the streets of penacony!

As you walked around the roads of Penacony , you finally saw Misha and the trailblazer talking in a corner and then walking off .

You felt a little bit heartbroken , did Misha prefer the trailblazer more then you for company? Were you too much work for him , maybe it’s because you’re too energetic….

But nevertheless , you didn’t let that discourage you and trailed after them , you couldn’t hear anything except trio , and same . Hm…. You couldn’t find any thing that connected to those words so you dropped it.

You started to head towards them ,but before you could even say anything to them , Gallagher found you and dragged you back to the bar stating that you weren’t supposed to be outside of the bar without telling him.

How rude!

After a while , Gallagher dropped you off at Misha’s house , how unusual! Misha usually came to pick you up! But there are times he works overtime so it’s okay!

You entered the house only to realize , wait….. where’s Misha at?…. He does work overtime but…. Never up to midnight?…..

Soon , someone knocked at the door, it was the trailblazer! You felt sorta jealous about Misha hanging out with them but it’s okay! Everyone can have different friends!

“ Hey …. Are you Y/N?” The trailblazer asked , you noticed a pale blue and white music box in their hands , elegantly decorated with stars and planets.

You nodded before the trailblazer put the music box in your hands and told you ,” Open it , it’s a gift from Misha , and handle it gently okay?”

You stare at them suspiciously before opening the music box and winding the handle so it plays , soft music . Akin to the stars moving .

Soon , after that , a holographic image of an , who looks like the older version of Misha started to talk to you .

“ Hello , Y/N , yes I am Misha , unfortunately you can’t communicate with me because this is a pre-recorded message , so please just listen to me .”

You tilt your head to the side as misha continues , is this truly your elder brother?

“ This message is here to inform that I … have passed away ,” Your heart stopped as your skin went pale .” Although I wished to have stayed with you and play the part of your elder brother, time waits for no one .”

Your pupils shrink as the information that Misha , the person who saved you and considered as your brother , is now dead.

“ I have not regretted all this time looking over you and caring for you as if you were my own blood , while you were a piece of work , I still found myself enjoying my time with you .”

You start to hiccup and sniff as tears poured down your face like a water fall , the trailblazer there behind you crying silent tears .

He kneels down to your eye level before saying ,” After all this time , I’m sorry I have to leave, dear child , please, live a life you’ll remember…. “

“Goodbye Y/N.”

The hologram stopped as the music box closed leaving you two in silence , the words echoing around in your head.

You stood there shocked . Tears running down your cheeks as you took in every single thing he said .

What happened?….Misha?… He’s gone now?…

You dropped to your knees where the hologram was and blink slowly .The trailblazer kneeled down with you and hugged you as the truth settled in.

“ I’m so sorry …” they whispered in your ear.

The dam broke as all the water started to rush out .

“ No No No ! Big brother can’t be dead! He can’t leave me!!”

You wailed and started to cry uncontrollably as you thrashed around in their hold , resisting reality .

The trailblazer just hugged you and kept you there as they cried along with you , silently accepting what you couldn’t .

Why did Misha leave you?! You need him….

“Please come back , Misha…. “ You plead quietly .

But you know .

He’s gone and he isn’t coming back .

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[unsuperingyournatural]

i've got you

Jensen Ackles x Actress!Female!Reader <platonic>

comfort, loss/grief

“Alright, kickoff in three—two—one, baby!”

The room erupts with cheers as the game flashes across the mounted TV in Jensen’s trailer. Someone tosses a handful of chips at the screen, and someone else—probably Misha—cackles like it’s the funniest thing in the world.

Jensen grins, cracking open a beer, already halfway into a playful argument about stats and predictions. He’s been looking forward to this all week—game night, good food, the crew laughing like idiots—and you, snuggled into the corner of his couch, yelling at bad calls like it’s personal.

Only… you’re not here.

He glances at the empty spot where you always sit. Frowns. Pulls his phone from his pocket.

[7:13 PM] Jensen: Kickoff started. You coming?

He puts the phone on the arm of the couch and grabs a handful of pretzels, letting the noise of the trailer fill the space. He knows you can run late—always getting caught up in a phone call, script notes, trying to find a clean hoodie—but you’re never this late without a heads-up.

Ten minutes pass. Still no response.

He picks up his phone again. Sends another.

[7:24 PM] Jensen: You good?

He waits.

Another five minutes.

Now he’s not enjoying the game. Not really. Something’s off. He doesn’t want to jump to conclusions—he knows you. Knows you can get easily distracted, especially when you’re overwhelmed. Sometimes you silence your notifications for hours just to breathe. You’ve told him that before.

Still.

He dials.

Rings once. Twice. Voicemail.

“Shit,” he mutters under his breath.

He grabs his hoodie off the back of a chair, tosses a “Be right back” over his shoulder to no one in particular, and heads out into the cool evening air. The set is quieter now, most of the crew winding down for the night. Lights hum faintly against the darkening sky.

It’s a short walk to your trailer, but it feels longer with every step.

When he gets there, he knocks gently. “Hey. You in there?”

Nothing.

He knocks again, firmer this time. “Did you fall asleep or what?”

Still no answer.

His fingers hover near the door handle. He hates invading your space without asking, but something in his gut twists—tight and uneasy.

He tries one more time, voice quieter. “I’m coming in, okay?”

The door creaks open.

And there you are.

Folded in on yourself in the corner of the couch, knees drawn to your chest, sweater sleeves pulled over your hands like you’re trying to hide inside them. You don’t look up. Don’t say anything.

But your shoulders shake. Just slightly. Enough.

“Hey,” he breathes. “What happened?”

Your eyes meet his, barely.

And then the words come. Broken. Wrecked.

“He’s gone.”

That’s all you can say. That’s all you need to say.

Jensen’s face changes. The concern deepens into something quiet and devastated. He doesn't ask who. He doesn't have to. He just moves.

He’s beside you in an instant, dropping to his knees next to the couch, voice barely above a whisper.

“Come here.”

You fall into him without hesitation. Your body curls into his like instinct, like memory, like you’ve done this a hundred times before—but never like this. Never with grief clawing at your ribs, never with your chest cracked open like it is now.

Jensen wraps his arms around you, strong and sure. One hand cups the back of your head, fingers threading gently through your hair. The other presses firm and warm to your back, grounding you.

“You’re okay. Just breathe. I’ve got you.”

And still—you cry. Harsh, aching sobs that rip through your throat like they’re being pulled from the deepest parts of you. And Jensen just holds you through it. Not flinching. Not saying too much. Just there.

And somewhere in the silence, he remembers.

Remembers standing outside the studio in Vancouver, early 2000s, flipping open his old Nokia and hearing his mom’s voice tremble as she told him his grandfather was gone. The man who taught him how to fish. How to drive stick. How to never show up empty-handed.

He remembers how hollow he felt. How helpless. And how Jessica Alba had found him pacing behind the trailers, eyes red, heart splintered. She hadn’t said anything, just pulled him into a hug and stayed there.

Now, years later, he finds himself doing the same for you.

“I’m here,” he murmurs, chin resting against your temple. “I’m not going anywhere.”

You stay in his arms for a long time. Long enough for the tears to slow. For your breathing to even out again. For your grip on his flannel to loosen just a little.

“I didn’t know who else to call,” you whisper finally. “So I didn’t.”

“You don’t have to explain,” he says. “You don’t have to do anything right now.”

You nod against him. The ache is still there, pulsing and raw—but Jensen’s presence keeps you tethered.

“The football game…” you start, voice rasped.

“Screw the game,” he cuts in, soft but firm. “This is more important.”

You look up at him then, your face still wet, your expression wrecked but grateful.

He cups your cheek with the gentlest touch, his thumb brushing beneath your eye.

“I’m right here,” he says again, steady and sure.

You nod, just barely, and close your eyes for a moment. The ache hasn’t gone—but it’s not all-consuming now. Not while he’s holding you like this. Not while he’s here.

You breathe in slow. Exhale slower.

When you finally speak again, your voice is quieter, steadier. “Can you just… stay for a while?”

Jensen doesn't hesitate. “As long as you need.”

He shifts to sit more comfortably on the couch, keeping you tucked against him. You rest your head on his shoulder, and the silence that settles isn’t heavy anymore.

It’s safe.

A few minutes pass. Maybe more. Time doesn’t feel like it matters.

Eventually, he reaches for the blanket draped over the back of the couch and pulls it over you, one arm still around your back.

You don’t cry again. You just sit there, curled into your best friend, wrapped in warmth and quiet understanding.

Outside, the world keeps moving. The game keeps playing. Phones keep buzzing.

But in here, it’s just this.

And for now… it’s enough.

[ni-idea-07]

hi lovely!! i adore your writing ♡♡. would you be open to writing a platonic hannigram x child reader who uses mobility aids (particularly forearm crutches and/or a wheelchair)? have a great day/night ♡!!

Aww, thanks for the compliment. I'm glad there are people who like my writing, and I hope you like this short story.

Our pretty baby

Yandere platonic Hannigram x child reader.

TW: soft yandere, child abuse and exploitation.

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Hannibal and Will never believed he'd fall in love with such a sweet little thing like you. They never considered adopting after their escape.

You were the daughter of a humble family who owned a bakery. You had an accident when you were three years old, and since then, you couldn't walk without support like your forearm crutch.

Will was the one who spotted you first, since Hannibal refused to enter such a humble and, according to him, "unhygienic" bakery.

Our beloved profiler fell in love with you when he saw you helping him pick out something sweet. You were adorable, small, and energetic enough to have to rely on crutches. His empathetic heart couldn't help but see you as the adorable little girl you were.

Hannibal found out about you when Will was taking too long, and he had to go in to see if his husband was okay (even though the most dangerous thing could be Will).

The doorbell rang as Hannibal entered, frowning slightly. The smell of flour, butter, and freshly baked pastries permeated the air overwhelmingly. He looked with disdain at the fogged-up glass cases and the slightly messy shelves.

But it wasn't the dirt that made him uncomfortable: it was what he saw at that moment.

Will, his Will, was crouching in front of a small creature. You, with your disheveled hair and a flour-stained apron, laughed sweetly as you pointed to a couple of cookies you knew were a favorite with the neighborhood children. Your eyes shone so genuinely that even the dim lighting of the shop seemed warmer around you.

Will turned to look at him as soon as he noticed his presence, and Hannibal was surprised by the expression on his husband's face: an unconditional devotion, a tenderness he'd never before shown to a human being other than himself. He approached, sliding his hand over Will's shoulder as a silent reminder of their union.

You looked at them curiously, your small crutch trembling slightly as you leaned more heavily on it to greet them. The bakery was empty except for you and Will. He found it endearing how Will looked at you and how you responded with a cute smile missing a baby tooth.

Your mother appeared; she was arguing with your older sister as they both carried new desserts to sell.

Neither Hannibal nor Will liked it when your mother and sister yelled at you for forgetting to write down the things you'd sold. They also heard a slap and your sobs.

Despite that, Will went every day to buy little things (things Hannibal probably wouldn't even dare look at).

You were so innocent, too innocent. You spoke so sweetly about how your leg stopped "working properly" after your father pushed you and you fell against a piece of furniture because you were crying so hard and your father couldn't stop yelling at your mother. You told him how, after the fall, you couldn't stand on your leg anymore.

Will wanted to pick you up and take you to a fucking hospital so they could treat you, and if they were still in time, so you wouldn't have to depend permanently on those crutches.

You spoke to him without fear, as if you didn't sense the dangerous aura and the prejudices surrounding Will. You told him about your dolls, the stories you made up when your sister wouldn't let you watch TV, and once you even offered him one of your "secret cookies," which you hid in a box under the counter.

—"This one has star anise, but don't tell anyone. It's my secret recipe"— you told him in a low voice, as if it were a state secret.

It wasn't difficult for Hannibal to like you; you reminded him of Misha and touched his most sensitive and protective side.

You almost never went to school. The humble village school wasn't suitable for a disabled girl like you, and that was what hurt them the most.

But that didn't stop them from sending you to catechism classes; the journey was long, and your little arms couldn't handle the long walk and the uneven streets anymore.

Hannibal and Will were passing by because they were shopping in the neighboring town, so they didn't hesitate to get off and talk to their little friend.

—"I don't want to go. But if I don't go, Mom and Dad will get mad"— you had said while crying.

They looked at each other, and Hannibal smiled.

He was determined.

They took you with them and went shopping (you and Will stayed in the car while Hannibal picked out the groceries since last time Will brought everything except what was on the list).

They took you to their house, you played with them the whole way, and when you arrived at the big house, you were surrounded by Will's energetic dogs.

That night, before you fell asleep, you whispered:

—"Can I stay here forever?"

Will kissed your forehead with so much love that your small, brave heart felt like it had finally come home.

Hannibal turned off the light and before closing the door, he said, very quietly:

—"Forever."

Well, unlike my other fanfics, they would make it their number one priority not to hurt you no matter what. You were a little girl, and they weren't monsters...well, at least not that much since you were a little girl.

A sweet little girl with a disability that will likely haunt her for the rest of her life.

The house was too elegant, too cold, at first. But Will took it upon himself to teach you how to navigate it, patient as a shepherd with his most fragile puppy. Hannibal taught you to read better, to speak better, to hold a fork more accurately, even though your small arms sometimes trembled from the weight of the cutlery. And when you couldn't walk for long, Will would carry you in his arms without a word. When you cried in pain, Hannibal would sit beside you on the marble floor, stroking your hair with his expert hands, whispering stories that made you forget the pain.

Stories of wolves and lambs.

Stories of houses in the woods where no one could find you.

Stories where you were always the most special child.

If only you knew what they did to your family...

You were playing with Play-Doh on the small table meant for you, sitting on the plush rug while Lirus (one of the many dogs) lay on your lap, while they were...

—"Do you know what you are to us?"— he asked softly.

You looked at him, your eyes shining, your head tilted.

—"What?"

Hannibal leaned over from his chair, a glass in his hand and a smile so subtle it was barely noticeable.

—"You're the dessert life owed us."

You burst out laughing, still not fully understanding, but feeling deep in your chest that you were exactly where you were meant to be.

In a house with books, soft music, the smells of bread and coffee. With three little dogs sleeping at your feet.

With two men the world called monsters, but who, to you, were simply: "Dad and Daddy."

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Thanks for reading.

Interactions and reblogs are appreciated and encouraged.

Requests open, leave me your request and I will be happy to fulfill it.

Greetings.🫠

[royalfriday]

Rules:

I don't write for male reader but i can make any requests with gender neutral so you can read it as you want

I don't write about ships charxchar

Use those when requesting so i know what you want

👾 platonic

❤️ romantic

☠️ angst

😺 fluff

🏡 female

🏝️ gender neutral

I don't write for romantic relationship between family (brother x reader and stuff and also if you enjoy those types pls stay away from me 😭). Rape, poly for now

If you want a child or something like that write it in the request

The characters that i write for:

Genshin impact:

Diluc

Al haitham

Kaveh

Lyney

Wriotheslay

Neuvillette

Kinich

Keaya

Thoma

Ayato

Wanderer/ Scaramouche/Kabukimono/Kunikuzushi

Arlecchino

Beidou

Kazuha

Baizu

Cyno

Tighnari

Sethos (kinda)

Zhongli

Of course i can write for the rest too

Honkai star rail

Argenti

Boothill

Blade

Aventurine

Dan Heng

Dr. Ratio

Feixiao

Gepard

Jiaoqiu

Jing Yuan

Kafka

Luocha

Mr. Reca

Sunday

Welt

Those who will be only platonic

Balilu

Hook

Misha

Herta

Silver wolf

Huohuo

Clara

Sellie

Bronya

Those who can be in both if the reader is the same age as the or looks like THEM

Yanqing

Fu Xuan

Welt

Of course i can write for the rest too

EXPECT FROM JADE

Zzz

Von Lycaon

Seth

Anton

Billy

Platonic

Jane Doe

Rina

Corlin

Of course i can see if i can write for your character

Also for a little here for mote details that i nay have forgotten to add here

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》Started on: 19/08/23

》Last Updated: 26/03/25

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》General headcanons:

Jing Yuan + Stellaron hunters with a Teen!Collei-like!Reader.

Yanqing's twin being captured by the Sanctus medicus and Jing Yuan/Yanqing finding out about it too late.

Platonic sunday, aventurine and gallagher with a teen!reader who is like nene kusanagi

platonic ratio, aventurine and sunday with a teen!reader like mafuyu asahina

Platonic gallagher aventurine and dr ratio with an asuka!teen!reader

Ratio, Aventurine, and Wriothesley with a teen!reader who is getting bullied badly

platonic Aventurine, Sunday, and Jing Yuan with a teen!reader like ai hoshino

Aventurine, Blade and Jing Yuan with a teen reader that's like lynette from gi

Jing Yuan, Yanqing, and Welt with an S/o who has an instant death ability like Takatou

Aventurine, Blade, and jing Yuan with a teen!reader who is like fischl

Platonic Dan Heng, Welt, & Gallagher, who have a bossfight with a teen!reader that’s like Homura Akemi

Herta, Dr.Ratio, & Ruan Mei with a teen!reader who is a member of the Genius Society

Gallagher, Sunday, and Boothill with a teen reader who is like furina

Boothill, Aventurine, and Welt with a reader being controlled by Sunday and being made to attack them

aventurine, blade and sunday with a Reader like margarita blankenheim

Jing Yuan, Dr. Ratio and Argenti with a little sister!Reader

Yanqing and Jing Yuan with a S/o, whose planet was slaughtered by the Xianzhou, and they take takes pride in it

Boothill, Aventurine, and Sunday with a teen!assasin reader

Teen!Reader being jealous of Yanqing and wanting the generals attention too

Gallagher, Sunday and Boothill with a Reader who naps alot

Dan Heng, Jing Yuan and Aventurine with pre-magical girl homura like teen!reader

Kafka, Blade, & Silver wolf with a stellaron hunter teen!reader that’s like Frill from Wonder Egg Priority

Platonic Blade, Aventurine, and Dr Ratio with a severely chronically ill teen!reader

Robin and Sunday with a younger sibling that is like Crona from soul eater

Boothill, Dr.Ratio, & Jing Yuan with a teen!reader that has a service dog

Blade, Jing Yuan, and Kafka with a teen!reader, who has a strong ability that makes them forget their memories after every use

Robin and Serval with a teen!reader that sings Heavy Metal/Screamo

Jing Yuan, blade, & Bailu with platonic older!Reader that’s like Xianyun

Hunting the wolves. | Jing Yuan, Dan Heng, Moze x Teen!Reader

HSR women with an angel!Reader. | Acheron, Feixiao, Jingliu

Ruan Mei and Herta with a scientist!Reader.

HSR Women with a Gn!Reader who's a Telepath. | Black Swan, Kafka, Sparkle

Baby duckling. | Jing Yuan, Blade, Aventurine x Teen!Reader

Jing Yuan, Moze, Boothill with a Teen!Reader who they orphaned

》Yanqing:

Yanqing realising his feelings for you!

Yanqing finally getting his revenge on Jing Yuan, after his mother gets wrongfully executed.

Yanqing having friends!

Yanqing with a HTTYD! Reader

Yanqing betraying everyone for Stellaron hunter!Reader!

Yanqing's S/O being hurt by him due to Svarog's claw.

Yanqing being Mara struck and his s/o curing him by striking an interesting deal.

Yanqing being assigned an anxious strategist reader, who helps him take things slow and with ease.

The trouble of young love. (Yanqing x GN!Reader)

Yanqing with a professional chef/baker S/O

Growing into glory. (Yanqing x Aeon!Gn!Reader)

Yanqing with a mute S/O who frequently gets bullied

Yanqing and teen!reader being a menace duo

Yanqing with an S/O, who was kidnapped by a Yandere

Yanqing beefing with his s/o's cat

Yanqing with a teen female watcher S/O

Yanqing x magical girl s/o

》Misha:

Misha reacts to his S/O dying via “Death” right in front of him

》Aventurine:

platonic aventurine with an in-debt teen reader

Repay me later. (Platonic!Aventurine x Teen!Reader)

Aventurine with a child sibling reader!

Aventurine with a S/O that's like Kirari Momobami from Kakegurui

》Sunday:

Sunday with a daughter who has a chronic illness

Sunday with a fem!reader that is oddly fascinated by his wings

Sunday with a fem reader who likes to bake sweets for him, yet can't taste them herself

Sunday with a Teen!Astral Express member!Reader who's scared of him at first

》Acheron:

Headcanons for Acheron x Kiana Kaslana reader

》Blade:

Blade x reader With Herrscher of finality powers

Platonic mara-struck blade accidentally attacking teen!reader

》Dr. Ratio:

Platonic dr ratio with a teen!student reader, who only excels at one subject and is socially akward

》Boothill:

Dad!Boothill with a child!Reader, who always tries stealing his hat!

Platonic Boothill with a cyborg teen!Reader, who's good with technology

Little imagine of Dad!Boothill with adopted daughter in the woods!

"You promised your next life to me." (Boothill x Gn!Reader)

Boothill with a Navia-like!Reader who's a part of the knight of beauty!

The summer we died in. (Boothill x twin!Reader)

Platonic Boothill with a child reader who's like Klee

》Jing Yuan:

Jing Yuan having a heart attack over Yanqing going "missing". (Imagine)

Assasin teen!reader with Jing Yuan

》Dan Heng:

Dan Heng with a fischl teen!reader

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[spnfanficpond]

Secret Santa 2022 Masterlist

Here’s the masterlist of all the story for our Secret Santa 2022

* Christmas Tradition by @cleighwrites 

Characters: Sam x Dean x Cas 

Summary: Sam, Dean, and Cas take some time off to celebrate the holiday.

Warnings: NSFW, past trauma (mentioned), m/m/m threesome, wing kink, anal sex

* 12 Days of Christmas Winchester Editon by @waywardnerd67

Summary: (Y/N) plans out an epic gift that spans over the 12 days before Christmas.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader/Sam Winchester x Reader/Dean Winchester x Reader x Sam Winchester

Warnings: Fluff/Smut

* Under The Mistletoe by @katbratsupernaturalwhore

Summary:  Moving on is difficult and sometimes includes uprooting to a new state thousands of miles away. Just before Christmas.

Tags/warnings: Jensen Ackles/Jared Padalecki, Jensen Ackles/Misha Collins (past), Christian Kane, Padalecki Family, Genvieve Cortese, Timothy Hutton, meet-cute, floof/fluff, schmoop, slight angst, loss, rom-com, Christmas, Alternate Universe

* Christmas Baking by @spnexploration

Summary:  a short, fluffy fic for Secret Santa. Does include a touch of A/B/O dynamics.

* I’ll be home for Christmas by @little-diable

Summary: Dean and the reader have always hated one another, a natural instinct they've run with. Now, on Christmas Eve, both cross paths once again, forced to endure one another's closeness.

Warnings: 18+, smut, oral (m), enemies to lovers

Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!reader

* Of Glitter and Paper by @thesassywallflower

Summary: The holidays are a ridiculously busy time so you have to take the time out for a little loving wherever and whenever you can.

Tags: Dean Winchester, Female!Reader, Dean x Female!Reader, Domestic!Dean, Dean Does NOT Die In That Stupid Barn, Basically porn with dash of plot, with teeniest, tiniest bit of angst, fluff

* Oblivious by @ambergoddess444

Summary: You and Dean haven’t always seen eye to eye, even when it came to celebrating a win on a case. A few drinks, a confession and a fun night lead to a little more.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: Fluff heavy, smidge of crack, angst and smut (oral sex) - fairly plot heavy

* Under the cover by @jld71

Summary: Sam and Dean find themselves sharing a bed and revealing their feelings for each other.

Pairings: Sam Winchester x Dean Winchester

Warnings: Wincest, Angst, one bed, Sharing a Bed, Longing, admission of feelings

  * Shifted - The Plan by @mrswhozeewhatsis

Summary:  The Winchesters are meeting your family for the first time when you all visit for Christmas. Things don’t go quite to plan

Pairings: Dean x Reader

Warning:  So far, nothing. This will be updated as I go, though, if anything crops up. I’m posting as I write, for the first time EVER, so I can only say I hope this will be more fluff/crack than anything else.

* If we make it through December by @thoughtslikeaminefield

Summary:  Donna is horrified to learn that the boys have never had a proper Christmas, so she invites them to her house for the holiday.

Pairing: Dean x Donna Hanscum

Warnings:  explicit (eventually), fluff (? Idk), angst (? light), domestic (can’t get much more domestic)

* Cabin Comfort by @idreamofplaid

Summary: (No summary)

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Warnings:  Sex is described here

* Secret Santa Exchange by @the-slythering-raven

Summary: (No Summary) 

Pairings:  Sam/Reader (platonic) (Reader uses she/her pronouns)

Warnings:  There is whump, there is comfort.

*Christmas in Heaven by @outofnowhere82

Summary:  Sam and Dean enjoy a Christmas in heaven.

Pairings:  Sam/Dean 

Warnings: Christmas Fluff, Christmas Presents, Secret Santa   

* Tell it on the Mountain by @ladylilithprime

Summary: Castiel was able to protect himself and Dean when Dick Roman exploded, but it weakened him badly, as did getting Kevin away from Crowley and back to the safety of his mother. When angels show up under orders from Naomi to bring Castiel in by whatever means necessary, a banishing sigil is the most effective way to get rid of them. If only it didn't mean banishing a weakened Castiel too. If only Sam had not been dragged along for the ride.

Pairing: Castiel x Sam

Warning: Alternate Universe - Timeline Divergence, Accidental Wing Manifestation, Truth Compulsions, Frank Discussions of Sexuality and Intimacy, References to Sam Winchester's Hell Trauma, No Trips to Purgatory, 

* Not Another Winchester Christmas by @kickingitwithkirk

Summary: (No summary)

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: cursing, a bit of angst, some TPE implied

* Ugly Sweater by @ilovedean-spn2

Summary: Reader buys ugly Christmas sweaters.

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Dean being put in his place lol, all the hunters being out in their place! Badass reader?

* My Padabear by @fandomoniumflurry​

Summary: This Christmas with his best friend is different than all the others. But why?

Pairing: Jared Padalecki x Reader

Warnings: No warnings just Christmas fluff. Unbetad. Not my best work but hope you still like it. It's been a while since I've written anything. Posted on mobile so please be kind.

[1000roughdrafts]

Actors x Reader Masterlist

I don't think I'll be making any more of these kinds of fics, but I'll keep up what I did do :)

One Shot xx 

🧡Like Brothers ~ (Jensen x Reader x Jared) fluff, platonic friendship; The night before this story takes place, you decided to leave your abusive, alcoholic boyfriend for good. Working on the set of Supernatural, you aren’t surprised that Jared and Jensen pick up on your new emotions. When they ask you what’s going on, their brotherly love kicks in.

Series xx

🧡When Reality Starts To Falter ~ (single!Jensen x actress!Reader / Ex!Jared x actress!reader / Dean x Reader); You get a call from your ex, Jared, to work a few scenes on the set of Supernatural as a hunter that takes a liking to Dean. The producers love the chemistry between you and Jensen, so they decide to give you a full time gig. Feelings for Jared come back in a flush, but over time as your character falls for Dean you find yourself falling for Jensen.(completed)   

Misha x Reader

Requests/Drabbles xx 

❤️What’s So Funny? ~ angst? fluff? humor?; Reader is taken to set of SPN and asked to run lines with Misha. When the director offers her a job, Misha can’t stop laughing 

❤️ “Miss, do you have a minute?” ~ fluff 

❤️“You are my sunshine.” ~ fluff 

❤️ “Heard you’re heading my way” ~ fluff 

❤️“I told you not to come here.” ~ angst (Cass x Reader)

❤️“What do we have here?” ~ angst 

❤️“I am so sorry.” ~ sad, animal death 

[spnexploration]

I think it very much depends on what circles you're seeing. If you've only ever seen the concession meme then sure, just Cas and Dean. If you happen to associate with hard core Destiel-shippers, again, maybe only Dean and Cas. But there are probably equally as many hardcore Wincest-shippers who could have had you believing that they were getting it on on screen. There are some Dean stans who'd make you believe there's no Sam and some Sam stans who'd make you believe there's no Dean (and Jared and Jensen and Misha stans too).

Personally, I really enjoy the relationship of Sam and Dean, and the relationships of both of them individually and together with other characters like Bobby, Cas, Jo, Claire, Jody, Ellen, Kevin, Crowley, Charlie etc - the list goes on. I read some Wincest, some Destiel, some Dean x reader, some Sam x reader, some platonic relationship, some case fics - there's plenty of fanfiction to fulfil whatever you like if you're ever into that!

(Side note - there is a risk that because you're on Tumblr you'll be horribly spoiled for a number of things. I haven't even finished the show yet and I know a lot of what happens later because of Tumblr. But you do expect that when you're years late to a show...)

I'm watching Supernatural for the first time and it's actually so adorable. No spoilers cuz I'm only on s2 e9 but like how come I didn't even know Sam was a character? Like I've heard a lot about this show but I knew more about some angel dude I haven't even met yet (Cassian?) than I did about the main character. I seriously didn't know he existed. I thought Dean was like the main guy ™️ and his brother was some dude lmao that's crazy

[bitterbutblue]

hii <3

welcomeee my name is tase!

masterlist!

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i originally made this blog to literally just repost zenless and hsr stuff but now i write headcanons for mostly zzz and hsr! i now also do x reader depending on my mood. here are all the fandoms that i DO write for (omg its all hoyoverse im so sorry)

⤷ zenless zone zero

⤷ honkai star rail

⤷ genshin impact

⤷ honkai impact 3rd

⤷ path to nowhere (new addition!)

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asks and requests are always going to be open~

i will try to answer them... sometimes i don't know how 2 write for it im sorry if i dont respond to ur ask!

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rules!!

NO NSFW PLEASE im in my 𝒸𝑒𝓁𝒾𝒷𝒶𝒸𝓎 𝑒𝓇𝒶.. its giving 𝓋𝒾𝓇𝑔𝒾𝓃 𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎

i would prefer if you didn't request stuff regarding mental health or neurodivergence reader such as like bipolar reader or adhd reader because i don't want to write things on topics that i don't know much about and i personally feel like i have no right to be writing about these topics.

i do not do yandere because i genuinely do not know anything about it.. so sorry T-T

for x reader, this is a wlw blog. i write better for female characters than i do with male characters- i am bisexual but with a preference for women so sorry if i do not write/respond to prompts for male characters!

i will not be able to write poly sorry guys i dont got that dog in me

i write mostly for female or gn readers so sorry men!! maybe if u ask nicely idk

romantic scenarios will only be written for CHARCATERS WHO ARE OF AGE AND ARE ADULTS!!

teens such as ellen joe or misha will be written with platonic undertones

literal kids such as klee or sayu are off the table im sorry

i will put more when i can think of more sorry guys im so new to this

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thats all have a good day <3

[waywardnewcomer]

Reunited Part Eight

A/N: I’m so sorry this took me so long to finish! This idea is from @casiskween so thank you! I have big plans for this fic, however the last part didn’t get any where near as much recognition as other parts, so I have to ask do you still want me to continue? If you can please leave feedback and reblog, it always makes me smile. I hope you enjoy.

Summary: While on their family trip Y/N has a close call.

Warnings: Drama, heartbreak fluff

Pairings: Jared x Stepdaughter!Reader, Genevieve x Goddaughter!Reader, Misha x Platonic!Reader, Jensen x Platonic!Reader (side Jared x Genevieve, Jensen x Danneel, Misha x Vicki)

Word Count: 1.3k

Previous Part Series Masterpost Masterlist

As soon as Jared stopped the car at the cabin you jumped out. You ran towards your old bedroom and flopped on the bed. It hadn’t changed one bit. You looked to your left to see a picture of you, your Mom and Jared in the lake when you were little. This cabin had been your family’s for as long as you could remember. You had missed coming here each summer with them. You looked to the right to see a picture of you and your Dad on your 2nd birthday, cake smeared all over both of your faces. You’d missed this place, maybe this vacation wasn’t a bad idea after all.

“You okay bub?” Jared asked from the doorway he was leant on.

“Yeah, just glad to be back.” You smiled, getting up and grabbing your bag off him.

“Alright well unpack and change. Misha, Vicki and Danneel will be here soon and we’re going water skiing.” He grinned at you, knowing it was one of your favourite activities.

Your eyes lit up and you ran and hugged him. He laughed as he cradled you to his chest. You were so excited. It had been 5 years since you’d been water skiing with Jared and you loved the time you’d spent together in the water. You pulled away and walked over to your suitcase to unpack. Gen had packed mostly summer clothes with a few hoodies. Smart. You thought, it could get cold here on a night. You put on your bikini underneath a white crop top and black denim shorts. You wrapped a blue flannel around your waist in case it got cold before you went into the kitchen where Gen was.

“Something smells nice.” You smiled as you jumped on the counter in the middle of the room.

“I’m making some grilled cheese before we go out to the lake for the day, you want some juice?” She asked you, taking the food out of the oven.

“Yes please, I’ll set the table,”

“You need to set for 7 people, the others will be here any minute.” She smiled at you as she handed you your juice.

As you were putting out the cutlery and glasses the doorbell rang. Jensen ran in from the patio to open the door.

“I’ll get it!” He yelled as he sprinted to the front door, making you giggle.

“He’s so excited to see Dan.” Jared laughed, as he followed him inside.

You watched curiously as the two women you didn’t know walked into the cabin with Jensen and Misha.

“Hey, I’m Danneel, and this is Vicki.” Danneel smiled as she walked over to you. She gave you a quick hug before greeting Jared and Gen.

“Hi sweetheart, Misha’s told me a lot about you.” Vicki laughed as she also pulled you into a hug.

“Good things, I hope.” You laughed, walking over to hug Misha.

“Always giggles.” Misha laughed pulling you into a hug.

The seven of you sat down, eating the food Gen had made. You all got to know each other a little better and discussed the plans for the weekend. You really liked Danneel and Vicki, they seemed nice and they were making you laugh.

“Who’s up for water skiing?” Jared asked once everyone had finished eating.

You, Jensen and Misha cheered enthusiastically, whilst the women just laughed and turned their noses up.

“I think we’ll sunbathe and get to know each other.” Gen smiled at the two ladies, before ushering them up to their rooms to get changed.

“Right, just the fun ones left.” Misha laughed, throwing his arm around you.

You giggled as you leaned into his shoulder. You were fine with some father and uncle bonding time on the lake. You loved water skiing almost as much as you loved them. Jared led you all outside to the jets and strapped a life vest to your chest.

“Not losing you to the rapids.” He laughed, tightening the straps.

Once you all had life vests on, you got onto the skis and raced each other around the lake. You dodged in and out between Jensen and Misha, expertly. You had missed feeling this free. You stopped in the middle of the water and observed the people around you. They were all laughing and having fun. The boys looking so relaxed compared to when you see them on set. You looked over at Gen and the girls and smiled, seeing them bonding. You finally had your family back.

“Y/N WATCH OUT!” You heard Misha shout before you were plummeted under the water.

You tried to swim to the top, but your life vest was stuck to part of the jet. You were getting pulled under further and further with the weight of the jet and you were running out of breath.

Jared laughed at Jensen almost falling off when he heard Misha shouting. When he saw you topple off his world began to go in slow motion. He waited for you to reappear, laughing at Misha’s antics but when you didn’t his heart began to beat out of his chest. Why weren’t you coming up?

“Y/N?” He shouted, hoping for a reply.

“Y/N, time to come up!” Jensen shouted, also beginning to get worried.

“Why isn’t she coming back up?” Misha shouted, confused.

Genevieve heard the commotion and stood up immediately. She surveyed the water but couldn’t see you anywhere.

“Where’s Y/N?” She shouted at Jared, to see his worried face before he revved his jet.

“I think she’s in the water.” Danneel spoke, making Gen’s heart stop.

Genevieve’s eyes popped out of her head as she screamed at the lake hoping you’d answer. She couldn’t lose you.

Jared sped over to your toppled jet and dove into the water. He caught your body and untangled you from the jet, bringing you back up to the surface. You coughed and spluttered, allowing the water to leave your lungs. You flung your head back into Jared, incredibly tired. Your chest burned for breath as you gulped it in.

“Are you okay?” Jared asked you as he dragged you back to his jet.

“Need air.” You gasped, still coughing harshly.

Jensen and Misha looked over concerned as Jared sped you back to shore. They followed him at a slower pace and watched as he sat you on the dock next to Gen and into her open arms.

“Oh baby, are you okay?” She asked, stroking your hair and bringing you to her chest.

“Tired.” You mumbled, still confused as to what was happening.

You had wasted all your energy trying not to drown and now you needed a nap.

“Here.” Danneel smiled as she passed you a towel.

You wrapped it around your shoulders as you began to shiver. Jared was still crouched in front of you with a concerned look on his face. He rubbed your arms and kissed your pale forehead.

“I’m so sorry Y/N,” Misha apologised.

“I should’ve moved.” You smiled at him weakly.

“I think you should go get warm and have a nap kiddo.” Jared looked into your eyes frowning.

“Yeah, okay,”

You gladly accepted Jared’s help in getting up once Gen had fussed over you a bit more. He lead you into the house and helped you change into a warm sweater and some leggings before placing you into bed. He tucked you in, just like he would when you were little and sat next to you.

“You gave me the fright of my life kiddo.” He chuckled, stroking your cheek,

“I’m sorry, Dad,”

“Don’t apologise.” He grinned, not being able to get used to you calling him Dad.

You smiled back at him before you fluttered your eyelids closed. He laid next to you, tracing patterns on your back allowing you to fall asleep, just like he did when you were younger.

“I never want to lose you.” He whispered, kissing your forehead once you’d fell asleep. “You mean too much to me.”

He got up off your bed and turned off your light. He took a look at you and smiled, relieved before closing the door and going back to join his friends. That was a close call, too close.

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Yo hey I just finished your Misha angst now I'm addicted have you thought about writing for Yanqing platonically because I've got some good angst for that silly lil guy but anyway what about platonic angst for Jing Yuan like say he has a biological kid and they feel like they disappoint him because they aren't fully a long life species but they have a lot of achievements they just don't have like a lot of confidence and they feel that he prefers Yanqing over them bonus points if they are already an adult because they've been carrying that thought all throughout their childhood oh oh don't forget the dead nom

Great! I actually have considered it , but I’ve been on a writers block so this is a great opportunity! Thanks for the plot!

Always in your shadow ( Platonic Yanqing x reader)

Time for some more angst no comfort!

Here we go again..

“General! When will we have our next session?” The blond haired boy sprinted beside your father as he excitedly told him about everything he’s done .

You feel… jealous…

You press your lips together as you watch them talk excitedly, telling each other about battle techniques and chess….

You suppress a sob in your throat as you suddenly grasp your chest , your heart throbbing and clenching painfully.

Wasn’t the General supposed to be your father?..

You had nothing against Yanqing , in fact , you love him as if he was actually your blood brother, you took care of him ever since Jing Yuan brought him in .

However , he’s a teen , and you’re an adult now , and Jing Yuan still hasn’t smiled at you the way he smiled at Yanqing .

You’ve done so many things… fighting Mara-struck , leading his army , doing his desk work unfortunately.

And yet..

Here you are , trailing behind them like a guard while they laugh with each other as if they’re the blood relatives, not you .

You hiccups quietly, suppressing the tears that threaten to fall upon your face , you feel neglected.

You’re no longer that social anymore , because you thought that if you made more connections…

You would finally be useful.

However , you now know what the truth is.

He loves Yanqing.

Your head short circuits when it comes to that conclusion , making you stop suddenly behind them , eyes wide with disbelief.

No… that can’t be true, your father wouldn’t do that! He loves you both equally! He always did , he definitely didn’t host all of Yanqing’s celebrations!

He definitely doesn’t spend more time with Yanqing when he asks ,when you have to literally wait for months to get an appointment!

He definitely doesn’t dote over Yanqing whenever he gets seriously injured while never visiting you !

Oh who are you kidding?

You take a step backwards before running away towards your destination , a lush green field you cultivated yourself .

You now see the signs, ever since Yanqing came into the picture , you’ve been neglected because apparently…

You’re old enough to not depend on another .

You collapse underneath a willow tree and your long sliver hair comes undone , you wish you could tear out your hair .

You wish it was mother’s color , you wish mother was still here , then she would’ve took care of you when your father didn’t .

You wish that your eye color was the same as your mothers , then you’d have something to cling onto .

You wish you had at least one person to cling onto because you’ve been alone since you were 8 .

You…. Wish …. You just wish you had someone that would love you.

As you cry silently beneath the tree , a soft rustling came from your left side , you turn your head and then see a blue sleeve push the leaves aside and a blond head pops through the canopy.

Your eyes immediately dull and cloud up.

He looks at you and then says “ It’s my fault that you look so defeated and worn everyday isn’t it?” His expression has guilt written all over it .

You sigh,” Yanqing , it’s fine . No need to worry , my prime has already passed, just focus on you okay?” You give him a strained smile .

He just stares at you , the tension between you two thick .

In midst of your staring contest, a soft creak can be heard from behind the willow tree , making your head turn , Yanqing steps closer to inspect it , looks at the stem , however , the stem wasn’t the problem.

A Mara-struck had crept up and chopped the tree, making it fall towards you two . Your first reaction was to leave , but Yanqing didn’t realize until it was too late .

Wouldn’t it be easier if he just died?

(No)

Wouldn’t it mean more attention from father?

(More like hatred)

He favors Yanqing , and others don’t like you , so it would be better for everyone , if he survived , so you did what you thought was the most logical reaction.

Push Yanqing away , and get buried underneath the tree , letting the Mara-struck slash at you until Yanqing recovers from the shock.

As soon as you felt the tree bury you underneath it , a loud crack was heard , and your rib cage felt more and more in pain as the Mara-struck stalled towards you.

While you expected Yanqing to at least help you up , he just ran after he pierced the monster .

Was a little bit of help too much to ask for?..

So, you just lay there , sobbing quietly as the pain in your rib age became more and more unbearable, silently wishing for someone to comfort you .

It didn’t take long for you to slowly loose consciousness, the last thing you heard was ,

“ I’m sorry for everything “