#octopath traveler x reader

[travelerslog]

✴ despair;

pairing: cyrus albright & reader word count: 2.1k+ point of view: second (you/your pronouns)

‘Ah, perhaps my eyesight has finally begun to fail, for I cannot believe what I am seeing right in front of me!’

The voice proclaims it loud and clear, a charming smile blooming across the speaker’s handsome face. Nobody in the crowded tavern notices you, nor do they hear the scholar’s loud voice. You take a deep breath, as silent as you can, for your heart beats, beats, beats beats beats—

‘Please, sit down, my friend,’ Cyrus gestures to the chair in front of him, his smile firm and graceful. ‘It must have been quite the journey to get here. Ah, I don’t intend to undermine your abilities, of course. You have always been quite the extraordinary scholar. This mere journey from Atlasdam must have been all but an easy feat for you.’

The praise that lingers in his words would have made any woman swoon over him. You, too, at any other day, would have blushed but shut down his praise (What for? I am merely speaking the truth, my dear, he would have retorted). But, not today.

You obey his request, however. You pull the wooden chair back, heart in your throat, and you sit down quietly.

‘How fair are things at the Royal Academy? I cannot help but wonder what has been of the place since I have been fired from my position,’ Cyrus closes the book he had been reading.

‘Quiet,’ you answer. ‘Everything remains the same.’ You chuckle, attempting a smile. ‘Well, not really the same. It’s never the same without you, Professor Albright.’

You have always addressed him by his title, and him, yours. Sometimes, though.

‘You reckon so?’ Cyrus laughs. ‘I am pleased to hear someone thinks that. Thank you for your kind words, my dear.’

He tilts his head to the side. He is looking at you. Closely. No, he is looking through you. You glance down at your hands, your breath caught. You are being paranoid.

‘What brings you to Stillsnow?’ He inquires, leaning forward in his seat. ‘Perhaps, you are continuing your research on the correlation between natural forces and ice magic? You have mentioned before, in one of our previous arrangements in the Library, that you were researching how far the natural forces and environment influence creatures that control the magic, as well as scholars who have an innate sense of it, correct? It would make sense as to why you are researching it, of course! I applaud you for it, my dear! You have always been an excellent ice magic caster, and I can only wonder how far your research might take you, how much it might augment your powers. Please, do catch me up on your latest findings and data, dear. I would love to explore them for myself or, mayhaps, teach them to my students. Ah, of course, only if I am ever allowed back at the Royal Academy.’

You listen to the sound of his voice attentively. You try to use it to bury the storm inside you. You try to replace it with the flutter of butterfly wings, the feeling that you have known for the majority of the time you have known — and been around — Cyrus.

‘You’re correct,’ you reply as you meet his eyes. There is a slight smile on your lips; it does not quite meet your eyes. ‘I am here to continue my research.’

‘That is great news,’ Cyrus nods as his eyes roam your face and your smile. ‘Have you just arrived?’

‘...Around three hours or so.’

‘After sunset? Well, I do not doubt your abilities, as I have mentioned, but it is quite dangerous to travel by oneself in the dark, especially around these parts.’

‘The sooner I can get on with my research, the better,’ you shake your head. You look at the book in his hands, and you smile. ‘Still reading that old one, I see.’

‘I cannot simply drop a tome such as this,’ Cyrus muses as he glances at the hardcover book upon the table. ‘Especially when it has been gifted to me by one of my closest and beloved companions, my dear.’ His eye glints as he turns to you.

Your gift to him. How many years ago? You only know you were already a fool for him, and that is as much as you need to remember.

‘It has been, what, six months since we last saw each other, Professor,’ you start. ‘Please, tell me about your travels.’ You signal for the waiter to come at your table. ‘Are you here on your own?’

‘No,’ the scholar shakes his head. ‘Perhaps, a twist of the universe. I have crossed paths with other travelers, all different from one another. We have been traveling together for this long half a year, sharing stories, fights, victories and losses. I dare say, it is a wonderful experience.’

You request an ale. You have not drunk alcohol in a while, but perhaps it would soothe your nerves, for the time being. You turn back to Cyrus, when the waiter leaves. ‘How many of you are there, then?’

‘Eight,’ Cyrus counts. ‘We may sometimes split into groups depending on each one’s journey and convenience.’ Then, he sighs loudly, ‘My dear, you would not believe the stories I have collected from my journey to find the missing tome.’

You smile and you place your chin on your hand, ‘Then, why don’t you? It has been a long time, and it would be heavenly to hear what fun adventures you have gotten yourself into, Professor.’

And thus, Cyrus begins. He speaks of the beautiful, exotic towns he has seen in the Sunlands, where he sneaks into the Black Market. You raise an eyebrow at the story, questioning why he was there in the first place, and he shrugs it off with curiosity and companionship. Then, he tells you about a wandering warrior from the destroyed land of Hornburg, grinning widely when your mouth opens in disbelief. He tells you how he has been attempting to learn wind magic from a young merchant in his party.

By the time he is done with a small portion of stories and experiences, it is a little bit over midnight. The tavern has grown a bit quieter since you entered, but you still feel tense. As if too many eyes are on you.

‘It would have been a fascinating and joyful experience if I were to have such a journey with you, my dear,’ Cyrus sighs. ‘Alas, perhaps another time. You might allow me to come with you to do your research, right?’

‘Of course,’ you nod, your finger circling the top of your empty mug. ‘I’d be grateful to have you by my side.’

Cyrus bows. Then, he stands slowly, prompting you to mimic his movements. ‘As much as I would love to stay here for a little longer, I need to retire for the night. Tomorrow is a grand day, I imagine. Every day has proven itself to be such.’

You place a couple of leaves on top of the table, which include a small tip for the waiter. ‘Allow me to escort you? As you said, there are far too many dangers after sunset around these lands.’

Cyrus laughs, ‘Well said.’ He walks around the table, and he lends you his arm, his eyelids lowering slightly. Any other day, this would have sent you over the edge. Not today. ‘I would be more than thankful to have such a powerful scholar by my side.’

You grab his arm, shaking your head with a smile. ‘You’re too kind, Professor.’

When you leave the tavern, you pull your cloak closer to your body with your free hand. Cyrus appears unbothered by the snow and the cold. You allow yourself to focus on this. The warmth that radiates off his body, the feeling of having him this close to you. It would make sense why he feels this way, of course. For you are an ice magic caster, and he, a caster of hot, raging fire. That has always been his speciality.

Opposites attract, you wonder?

When you stand in front of the inn, the streets dead silent and empty, you bite your lip and reluctantly let go of his arm. You cross your hands behind your back, smiling up at the scholar. ‘Thank you for indulging me with your company, Professor Albright. It has been a pleasure.’

‘Of course,’ he bows. ‘I aim to please, my dear.’ Once again, as he straightens his back and opens his eyes, they roam across your face. He tilts his head to the side, the smile still present. ‘Is there anything else I can do for you? Anything I can help you with?’

The question startles you, but your body remains still, and your breath calm. However, just as when you are about to open your mouth to speak, your breath gets caught in your throat and you let your gaze fall to the ground.

The scholar is silent, watching you. You believe he is allowing you to collect your thoughts, for, no doubt, you look like a fool. You have never been like this. As you are about to speak, raising your head to look at him dead in the eye, Cyrus interrupts you. ‘Are you here to kill me?’

You flinch. You cannot stop it, and you have given him all the answers he needs to know.

Cyrus takes a slow, deep breath. The smile is still there; you might have taken it as an arrogant smirk, as Cyrus has always been quite the genius and this precise moment would have allowed a flawed sense of victory flow through him, but you do not see that. You see, instead, disappointment. And, dare you say—

Hurt?

The dagger in your hand feels cold. Too cold, even for someone who has had freezing blood running through your veins since you were but a child. ‘When I first caught a glimpse of you, in Quarrycrest,’ he begins slowly, ‘I had thought it to be a trick of my mind. My companion warned me about you, having seen you longer before I did.’

You remember.

You remember the piercing gray glare that scanned the crowd before it fell on you.

‘I had thought, “Well, they say the mind plays tricks on you when you are exhausted, when you are homesick.” And, perhaps, that would have been the case, wouldn’t you agree?’ Cyrus looks down at you silently, for a moment. ‘Why else would you be there? Why wouldn’t you be in Atlasdam?’

You cannot look away. The dagger shakes in your hand.

‘Alas, I see you again. In the Highlands, this time. This time, I recognize you. There had been no doubt in my mind that the beautiful woman that I was seeing, gazing thoughtfully over the stone railing, inhaling the scent of pine, in that single moment of distraction, was you.’

You would fail sooner or later. You are no thief, no dancer. You cannot evade or blend with the crowd.

‘It had shaken me to the core, of course.’ Cyrus takes a step closer towards you. The cloud that leaves his mouth as he speaks washes over your face; he is close enough that you could grab him by the front of his cloak and kiss him right there and then. Or, impale the dagger you have been given straight into his flaming heart.

You could do both, truth be told.

You do neither.

You try to fight back the tears that rise to the surface when Cyrus’ composure finally cracks and his face morphs into a face of confusion and sorrow. ‘Why?’

A hand travels down your throat, nails scratching lightly against your skin as a wicked giggle fills the room. She is telling you that she can give you the truth about the disappearance of your parents, about the erase of your family name. She is telling you that she can bring them back, if you so desire. You only need to do what she asks you to. A small price to pay for your undying happiness.

You shake your head, dropping your gaze to the ground in shame. ‘I-I’m sorry,’ you whisper. There is no excuse. You are aware — have been aware — ever since you complied with that mysterious voice. You do not know what happened that so easily clouded your judgment, your rational mind.

 Cyrus does not answer you.

You let your arms drop to the sides, your dagger firm in your dominant hand, as you stare right into his eyes. ‘Cyrus—’

A sharp, strong hit against the back of your head. Your vision morphs quickly, a weak gasp of pain and shock leaving your lips, and your body is falling forward. Cyrus shouts your name in surprise, his voice sounding as distant as a long lost memory.

With that, your consciousness is no more.

[sapphirepastries]

A Cleric in a Twisted Wonderland (Octopath Traveler AU) - When Worlds Collide

y'know, i'm really digging these little scenes that pop into my head. i usually kept my little scenarios in my head because i didn't feel confident in my writing, but this is fun xD

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"....."

"....."

".....U-Umm..."

Azul stared hard at the man who had his arm wrapped around Yuu's shoulders. He had his face, his hair, and even the same beauty mark as him. It was like staring into a mirror with the only difference being that the other was wearing different clothes, and even then the style was the same.

A nice suit, a coat over his shoulders, a hat on his head, silver-rimmed glasses.

Azul stared at his counterpart, gritting is teeth as he pulled Yuu closer to him.

"So let me get this right," his counterpart started. "We're in a different world and these guys are us in this world?"

The other six men with him glanced at each other, sharing both unsure and contemplative looks. Those six men also looked exactly like the Night Raven College Dorm Leaders who were also with Azul.

Riddle looked shocked at seeing another one of himself, wondering if Cater's Unique Magic somehow activated on him.

The two Leonas stared at each other, sizing the other up.

Azul continued to stare hard at his counterpart, who currently had a small, smug smirk on his face.

Off to the side, the two Kalims circled each other excitedly, probably the only ones super excited about the situation.

Like the two Leonas, the two Vils sized each other up, letting out a small huff.

Idia, who surprisingly showed up, nervously stared at his counterpart, who was currently hiding behind Yuu.

Malleus and his counterpart stared at each other in amusement, intrigued by the other's appearance.

"T-This is a strange turn of events," the Solistian Riddle spoke.

"Haha, considering that Yuu didn't go missing while we were camping, it's probably safe to assume that no time has passed at all from when she was first taken to this world," Solistian Malleus surmised.

"H-Hiiiee...I don't think I can handle another one of you guys..." Solistian Idia said, trembling behind Yuu.

Solistian Vil sighed. "Honestly, we've been traveling together for how long? Get used to it already."

Kalim turned to the others excitedly. "Let's throw a welcome party for them! It's probably going to take a while to find a way back to their world, right? Let's make them feel welcome!"

Solistian Kalim laughed. "Oooh, nice idea, me! I'll put on a show for the party! I guarantee my dancing will get you dancing, too!"

Leona sighed, putting a hand on his forehead. His ear twitched in irritation. "How about no?"

Solistian Leona's tail swished in irritation. "Great. Another thing to add to my plate. Haaah, I just want to take a nap."

In the middle of it all, Yuu stood there half in shock and half in nervousness. With the appearance of her friends in Twisted Wonderland, she had a feeling that things were about to get much, much, more chaotic.

"Azul..." she started.

"Yes, Yuu?" Both Azuls turned to her in response, and she giggled nervously.

"Haha, I-I mean my Azul," she corrected herself.

Solistian Azul's smug smirk grew, and Azul grit his teeth harder. Frustration continued to build up in him when his counterpart drew her closer, eliciting a squeak from her as she put a hand on his chest to balance herself.

"Yes, Yuu? Your Azul is listening," he said happily.

"A-Azul! P-Please let go!" she squeaked. "W-We need to go tell the headmaster about this!"

"Ah, the headmaster of this school, yes? Let us be off then!"

Without listening to her protests, he slid his arm from her shoulders to her waist and proceed to walk past the dorm leaders. Like Azul, they were glaring holes into the arm wrapped around Yuu's waist. Likewise, the Solistian boys looked annoyed, but followed him.

Yuu looked back at the boys worriedly. She just knew something was going to happen and that she was going to be in the middle of it all.

"O Aelfric....please lend me your strength..."

[drabblesandimagines]

Little Lamb

Octopath Traveler II Yandere Temenos x (afab) reader

I just love this sassy cleric and know I'm the only one writing this pairing so I'll share it with the world.

All under the cut if this isn't your sort of thing! Thinking of making a side-blog for these darker things? I'm a weird hybrid fluff/yandere fan, apparently.

As soon as you hear the key in the lock, you try and bite back your sob in fear, but he always notices. "Oh, little lamb, not more tears." His voice echoes around the four stone walls, making you feel even more trapped than you already are.

You don't reply - you can't - he never leaves without tightening the folded habit – the very one that would be atop your head if you’d made it to your pledge - back around your mouth, making sure it sits snug. He says it's to ensure you honour a vow of silence until his return, but it doesn’t make sense. Who would you even speak to? No-one can hear you down here, he's assured you of that - though that didn’t stop you trying the first few days you were brought here, screaming and tugging at the manacles keeping your hands above your head, chained to the wall.. It seems even the Gods have abandoned you now.

You had been sent to Flamechurch to begin your studies ahead of taking your vow as a Sister of the Sacred Flame. He had been one of the first to greet you as you arrived, though you had to apologise for your ignorance of not having heard of him before, but he seemed to enjoy that. Everyone said it was such an honour that the Temenos Mistral had taken a personal interest in your spiritual journey. You liked him too - he was intelligent, quick-witted and made you question everything deeper than you ever had before, but, in the end, the lively debates only solidified your conviction to dedicate your life to the Church.

You were ready to take your vows, your senior Sisters in agreement, but Temenos insisted you hold off a little longer. You listened, of course you listened, you lapped up every bit of wisdom he bestowed upon you. He was so well esteemed and regarded by his peers and, even though something didn’t feel quite right deep down, surely if he was advising you to delay it would be nothing but an insult to disregard his advice and he must have a reason.

Now his reason is as clear as crystal and you wished you’d listened to your gut.

He wants to keep you all for himself.

He'd slipped something in the wine. Temenos often had a glass at your evening discussions and you only ever had a small glass where you partook, sometimes just a sip or two, so you knew something was off when your head started to swim mid-conversation. He had a condescending grin on his face when you tried to stumble up to your feet, crashing down to your knees as your limbs refused to co-operate. His boots entered your blurred field of vision before his hand crept around the back of your neck. "There, there, lamb, I've got you..." 

You'd woken up in this room - a store room deep beneath the Church where no-one came. It seemed he'd been setting it up in preparation for you, at least you hoped you were the first. It comprised of a bed, a table, an old sink and a section of the room covered by a screen, which he deemed the wash closet - it was a repurposed butter churn barrel of all things. He’d acquired two, so he can swap them in and out.

Besides, it wasn’t like you had the freedom to walk around - your hands chained to a hook above you when he wasn't there. When he was there, he'd release you - allowing you to relieve and wash yourself in privacy at least. Or as much as a wash you could manage with a large jug, bucket and cloth.

He'd bring fresh gowns too - white, pristine. He'd taken your old clothes away, so it was dress how he wanted or go without.

It’s hard to tell how long you’ve been down here. There’s no sunrise or sunset, just periods of sleep and two visits a day from your captor. He lights a long-burning candle on his morning visit, extinguishes it when he leaves at night. What did he tell the Sisters, the congregation – that you just decided it wasn’t for you and you’d gone home? They wouldn’t investigate – they’d take his word as gospel. Is he going to kill you?

Temenos has a bag in hand, as always - he brings you breakfast and supper. If you refused to eat, and you had a couple of times, he had his methods to get you to comply. He was never opposed to using his staff to get his message across, get what he wanted. He said he didn't enjoy hurting you, you were forcing his hand, it was the only way you’d learn. He’d only let you experience the pain for a little while because he would cast healing hand. Repeat.

He sets the bag down upon the table and walks over to you. You flinch back but there's nowhere to go, your back already pressed up against the wall as close as you can go, willing it to swallow you up. He smiles pitifully at you, leaning down besides you and wipes away some stray tears with his thumb.

"This is just a test of your faith, my lamb. You haven't forgotten our lessons already, have you?" You haven’t forgotten your lessons, but you still don’t understand what he means. What his justification is for keeping you down here.

He fingers slip into the knot at the back of your head and he loosens it, tugging the gag down before shaking it back out into the habit it should be, hanging it on the bedframe. Your mouth is so dry.

"Are you thirsty?"

You nod, but that’s wrong. His fingers are under your chin now, tilting your head up to him.

"Use your words, little lamb." He chides. It's confusing - demands for silence, demands for speech.

"Yes," your voice is hoarse. 

"Well, maybe if you didn't cry so much you wouldn't be." He chides.

You don’t know what to say to that. What does he want? What’s the point of this game? He tsks and goes over to the sink, filling up a goblet of water for you. He returns and sits down on the edge of the bed, holds it up your lips, as he always does. It’s humiliating, but you’re so thirsty and you drink it down greedily.

Once you drain the goblet dry, he pulls it away and smiles. “Better?”

You nod. “Thank you,” you add before he can tell you off.

“You are very welcome, my dear.” He takes the goblet back to the table and returns to your side, withdrawing the key from his tunic pocket and unlocks your wrists from the shackles at last. Your arms always feel weird at first when they’re let down after being held above your head for so long.

He takes your left arm and inspects your wrist, before moving on to the right arm.. At first, you’d pulled and pulled at the restraints hoping they’d give, but all you’d achieve was rubbing the skin raw and bloody. Temenos would chastise you, before healing with his stave. You never made any progress – if anything, your persistent efforts to pull yourself free of the restraints day after day only made you grow weaker. He fed you, yes, but it wasn’t much. Enough to keep starvation at bay, but the hunger still led you feeling weak, tired… subdued, compliant.

“No abrasions again. Good - you’re learning.”

Learning what? You want to spit out, but it won’t end well for you so you hold your tongue.

“Do you need to relieve yourself, lamb?”

That’s the most embarrassing thing of all, you think – that he makes you fulfil your bodily functions in that butter churn. A butter churn which he empties, apparently as a labour of his love.

You always say yes, though. It gets you a few moments away from his piercing gaze.

“Please.”

“Go on, then,” he nods. “Then we can have supper and start our lesson, hm?”

“Yes, Temenos.” You agree meekly, shuffling down the bed, away from him, before you stand, though your legs are wobbly from lack of use. You don’t want his hands on you though, so you brace yourself on the wall for a moment, gaining your balance, and go behind the blasted screen.

Supper is always the same affair – bread and grapes. Temenos never eats with you, probably permits himself a more varied diet, but he just watches. His hands clasped on the table, his staff leaning against his thigh, barely in sight, but enough to remind you it’s there and the power he wields.

You eat every last morsel he gives you, never really sure when he might remove the privilege. He could dictate that you’re going to fast, after all.

When you are finished, you take a glug of water from the goblet, place your hands in your lap and thank him. That’s important too. He reminds you to be grateful.

“My pleasure. Now, I thought we’d change things up a little tonight. You’ve been so well-behaved these past few days and you deserve a reward. You were so full of questions at first, weren’t you, little lamb?” That was true. He’d wanted to continue on your philosophical discussions, but you hadn’t played ball, demanding, screaming, questioning why he’d done this to you. He’d remained calm, as always, simply pushing the habit back in your mouth, silencing you, and talked. Temenos did always love the sound of his own voice.

“I was.” You agree.

“Do you still have those questions for me?”

You’re not sure of the answer he wants to this one. Usually, it’s best to agree with whatever he says, but it could be a trick. However, he said there was a reward…

“Well, do you?” He sounds bored now - you’ve kept him waiting too long.

“Yes.”

He smirks, leaving you wondering for a few moments if that was the wrong answer. “Then I am prepared to entertain a few. Question one is…?”

“Why did you bring me here?”

“I thought that’d be obvious by now,” He chides. “To keep you safe, of course.”

“Safe from who?” The only person you wish you could be safe from was him.

“Everyone. You are such a sweet, naïve lamb – I couldn’t allow the wolves to feast on you. You’re too dear to me.”

“But you…” you swallow, “Surely you could’ve kept me safe in the Church, Temenos. We would’ve been working alongside each other, as we were.”

“They were going to send you away from me.” His eyes darkened. “I simply could not allow that to happen.”

“Who was?”

“The Church had decided your new post for when you’d taken your vows. You were going to be sent to Stormhail,” he says it as if it leaves a foul taste in his mouth, “to work at the Sacred Guard Headquarters. I could not allow that to happen. I could not keep you safe there.”

“That’s why you tried to dissuade me from taking the vows, so I wouldn’t go?”

He nods. “See, you do understand. But I knew I could only keep you from taking them for so long. It gave me enough time to set up this humble abode for you though.” He gestures around your prison. “I know you think my methods are harsh and unnecessary, but I lost a precious member of my flock before and I won’t allow it to happen again. Especially not to you, my little lamb.”

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“Arms up.” He commands, perhaps a little softer than usual. You used to put up more of a fight, but it’s pointless. He always gets his way. So you comply, allow him to clasp the metal rings around your wrists – again. This time, though, he slackens the chains a little, allowing the tops of your arms to rest on the pillow rather than be strung up high above you. He knows you notice and smiles. “Obedience is rewarded and you’ve been such a good girl recently.”

Supper threatens to make a reappearance.

You expect him to gag you next, but he sits down on the edge of the bed, and clasps the side of your face with an open palm, forcing you to look at him.

“What’s on your mind, my dear?”

“Am I to stay here forever?” Your voice cracks.

He keeps a hold of your face as he leans forward, pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead, ignoring your question.

“Now,” he tugs the habit from the bedframe and drapes it across his lap, folding it neatly length-wise into his desired purpose, readying it. “I want you to think a little about what we’ve discussed this evening, and then get some sleep. Open.”

You open your mouth immediately. He’d held your nose before when you hadn’t, waited until you’d gasped for air to stuff the dreaded thing in.

He tucks it neatly between your teeth, the heavy fabric pressing your tongue down. He moves your hair out of the way of the knot almost lovingly - if this act could be loving - before checking over his handiwork.

“May the Sacred Flame guide you.” He gets to his feet, blowing out the candle on the table as he passes, leaving you in darkness.

“Sweet dreams, little lamb.” You hear the door open and close, the lock clunking shut as always.

And you cry.

[duskdawnduodual]

The Rising of Dawn and the Shadow of Dusk: Meet Your Champions For Each!

In other words, the contestants have been selected and here are your duos!

Remember, the relationship definers afterwards come from the submissions! Also odds are if it was submitted as romantic, it will depend though, I will also add an or platonic seeing as there are always multiple interpretations of a duo! If there was no specification or vibe that seems to align with any it will say any! And If it says Familial and I see anyone shipping those contestants, it will be a block.

Rai Suwa and Kazuki Kurusu from Buddy Daddies (Platonic)

Vagabond Cookie and Rebel Cookie from Cookie Run: Ovenbreak (Romantic or Platonic)

Lunamon and Coronamon from Digimon (Any)

Sayori and Yuri from Doki Doki Literature Club (Any)

Anders and Fenris from Dragon Age (Any)

Riliane Lucifen d'Autriche and Allen Avadonia from Evillious Chronicles (Familial)

Leo and Takumi from Fire Emblem Fates (Any)

Toru Honda and Kyo Soma from Fruits Baskets (Romantic)

Kaeya and Diluc from Genshin Impact (Familial)

Scaramouche and Kazuha from Genshin Impact (Any)

Astraeus and Eos from Greek Mythology (Romantic)

Killua Zoldyck & Gon Freecss from Hunter x Hunter (Romantic or Platonic)

Megumi Fushiguro and Itadori Yuugi from Jujustu Kaisen (Romantic or Platonic)

Rumi and Peter Sqliont from Just Roll With It: Apotheosis (Romantic)

Riku and Roxas from Kingdom Hearts (Romantic or Platonic)

Kirby and Meta Knight from Kirby series (Platonic)

Juleka and Rose from Miraculous Ladybug (Romantic)

Celestia and Luna from My Little Pony (Familial)

Sunset Shimmer and Twilight Sparkle from My Little Pony: Equestria Girls (Any)

Starburst and Starlight Glimmer  from My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic (Platonic)

Sasuke and Naruto from Naruto (Romantic)

Atsushi Nakajima and Ryuunosuke Akutagawa from Bungou Stray Dogs (Platonic)

Temenos and Throné from Octopath Traveller 2 (Platonic)

Kim Dokja and Yu Junghyeok from Omniscient Reader’s Viewpoint (Any)

Dusk Mane Necrozma / Dawn Wings Necrozma from Pokémon (Platonic)

Lycanroc (Midday, Midnight, Dusk) from Pokemon (Platonic)

Evelyn and Morgan from Pokemon (Familial)

Mario and Luigi from Super Mario Bros. (Familial)

Klavier and Apollo from Ace Attorney (Romantic or Platonic)

Midna and Zelda from The Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess (Romantic or Platonic)

Rui Kamishiro and Tenma Tsukasa from Wonderlands x Showtime - Project Sekai: Colorful Stage (Romantic)

Garroth and Laurence from Minecraft Diaries (Romantic or Platonic)

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[sickly-sweet-imagines]

Hi! Can I request some platonic Octopath Traveler headcanons with a reader who's in a party with Tressa, Cyrus, Therion, and Alfyn? If that's too much, then just Therion and Tressa are fine! Thanks so much!

I most certainly can! I haven’t written for Octopath before so I apologize if anything is ooc-

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Therion

It does not matter if it’s platonic or not, he will show off

Oh you haven’t watched him fight before? Watch him take out three monsters singlehandedly, telling his teammates they’re all his to defeat the whole time

He gets all smug when he kills a monster and the entire party has to deal with it (until he gets smacked up by another monster and his ego gets put back in check)

It’s not all bad though because sometimes he’ll buy everyone drinks at a nearby tavern to celebrate

He’s bragging to the patrons and barkeep the whole time but he’s paying so none of you feel a need to stop him

He and Tressa regularly get into arguments about stealing things, Therion insists that with their limited funds it’s a more financially sound decision to just take things, Tressa lectures him on how people make their livings selling things, Therion seems unaffected

You and Alfyn are usually the ones to break it up

They always start up again eventually though- neither will ever concede

He’s really good at spotting things out in the field so you’ve taken many ten minute detours to grab some shiny thing Therion saw in the distance

Alfyn Greengrass

He is a sweetheart

Like, he will heal you when he’s on the verge of collapsing because he wants to help

You might have to remind him that he needs to survive just as much as you do

But it’s all out of wanting to make sure the party is at their best so they can do good things

Sometimes he’ll stop everyone as you’re adventuring because he noticed a person or animal looking ill and he wants to make sure they’ll be okay

He’s also very personable with innkeepers and can get you guys a discount pretty often

Usually he insists on staying in the inn if somebody has important business to their personal journey to be respectful

He doesn’t want any of his party members feeling weird having everyone watching some deep personal moment

While you aren’t sure if any of you actually care that much, it’s still a sweet gesture that he’d wanna give you all privacy

Plus you guys get an extra nap out of it so you aren’t about to complain

Cyrus Albright

During battle he’s focused but also very bad at shutting up

Like, yeah he never misses an enemy but also he will not stop giving advice on everyone’s weapons

It’s very endearing because it’s obviously from a desire to teach but still Cyrus maybe stop talking Therion looks like he’s about to slice you

He mumbles a lot in and out of battle, usually about strategy or repeating enemies’ weaknesses so he can write them down later

It’s lucky he does that- you’ve noticed the others aren’t fantastic at note taking (out of not caring or forgetfulness you aren’t sure, but you know it’s good that Cyrus is there)

He will talk your ear off the entire walk between cities if you let him

He has a lot of stories to tell and information to share, so when given permission it all just starts flowing out of his mouth

You can often hear him and Alfyn discussing healing techniques and salves and balms, Cyrus doesn’t seem very knowledgeable on those more natural solutions

He really is like a sponge with new information, one time you heard Alfyn tell him how every plant in a certain family behaved and he was already mumbling about it to himself the next day

Tressa Colzione

Extremely protective

She will jump in the way of a monster to keep you safe

She cares a lot about her friends, she doesn’t want any of you getting hurt

This also means she will attack anything that seems to be a threat and yes she did stab a tree branch because your sleeve got caught in it and she thought it was a monster grabbing you but that was just one time can we stop bringing it up-

She’s very personable like Alfyn, although her skills lie more in getting you better equipment without running out of money

Therion would argue it’d be easier to just take the stuff when they weren’t looking but Tressa simply can’t agree with that and now they’re arguing again

Despite her scuffles with Therion, she really does seem like the glue of your party sometimes

None of you are exactly hostile towards each other, but some of you are certainly less social than others and it would be easy for one of you to drift

Easy, that is, if it weren’t for Tressa constantly coming up with things for you to do as a group to prevent that drifting

[monarch-of-creatures]

My Characters in Octopath Traveler

Six paths and six stories. How will they all connect? [Admin's Note: Started playing Octopath recently and I love it! I could not help but think about my characters in that world so I decided to write a quick post about it :D]

Epic

Class: Huntress

Story Quest: A girl found as a baby in the forest by a nearby tribe and raised to be one of their own. When her twin brother goes missing after going out on a hunt, she sets out to find him.

Kyousuke

Class: Scholar

Story Quest: A teacher for the royal family but also one of their strongest protectors on the side. After one of the rare and precious items has been stolen and he is framed for stealing it, he goes to find the true thief to clear his own name.

Hikaru

Class: Dancer

Story Quest: An entertainer that is known for his singing and dancing in many taverns. When he finds out that some of his fellow dancers are disappearing, he leaves before his next gig to find out what is going on.

Shiro

Class: Thief

Story Quest: A boy who is great at breaking locks and pick pocketing off those who deserve it. When he finds out that a poor family has been robbed of all their valuables, he goes after the perpetrator to bring them back.

Yuri

Class: Warrior

Story Quest: A boy who's family disappeared when he was very young and had to fight his whole life to survive. After finding out what had happened to his family at adulthood and the ones to blame are those serving royalty, he must make a decision on what to do. But first, he needs more answers.

Corrine

Class: Merchant

Story Quest: A boy who grew up in a happy family full of merchants and decides to follow the family's business. After realizing that there are traveling merchants who bring back many treasures and stories of adventure, he wants to become one as well. But where should he start?

[lightning-things]

Hi, could I please request general relationship headcanons for the octopath boys (p.s. I hope you feel better and might I recommend drinking some lavender tea before bed I know how it feels not being able to sleep)

Hello and thank you for your concern. I’m a little better, still with some sleep problems but improving my sleeping schedule step by step. I don’t like tea but I’ll try it and see how it works ^^

Also, I hope I didn’t take too much time for this, I don’t know when you send me this asks >_< Tumblr should put dates on this kind of things.

Hope you’ll enjoy this and will have a wonderful day <3

Fandom: Octopath Traveler.

Summary: Relationship headcanons for the traveler boys.

Characters: Olberic, Cyrus, Therion, Alfyn, Reader (no poly).

Theme: SFW, romantic relationships, fluff, no gender mentioned.

Inspiration: Octopath Traveler OST, Character’s Themes.

Words: 981.

Warnings: Mentions of stealing.

Read also in: Ao3, soon in Wattpad.

The most traditional one, as expected. True gentleman who will open doors for you, help you sit and/or take the heavy things out of your hands even if you’re clearly capable of doing everything on your own. Olberic means no harm nor disrespect, he’s only trying to make you comfortable so if you don’t like this kind of behaviour, just tell him and he’ll gradually stop doing it -just give him time-.

Out of the four boys, he’s one of the two who is not exactly fond of PDA. Olberic will never -hear me, never- turn you down if you want a kiss, a hug or hold hands or any other sign of affection, but he’ll be rather embarrassed of doing it in public -you can tease him a little, but don’t pressure him too much-.

I picture him like a great storyteller. If you have a fireplace you two can have dates at home where you enjoy exchanging stories -or listening to his tales if you prefer to listen instead of to tell- while drinking and having snacks.

Dating with this man is a full courtship. From the obvious things such like getting you flowers to having fancy dinners, scorting you to places and giving you little presents. He’s a humble one so nothing he’ll give you will be too fancy, but every single thing is chosen or even hand-made with great care.

You know that meme “I know how to kiss, I read it in a book”? He’s exactly like that. Cyrus has zero experience with this kind of relationship and even if he knows what love is, he only knows the theoretical part of it. Because of this, it will be you who will take the initiative until he gets some experience.

 Cyrus will learn firstly from books, and secondly from you, so expect to correct him in some parts since we all know books tends to exaggerate or put a “beauty filter” in everything, especially romantic novels that are his primary source.

That being said, Cyrus is a good man, even if a little oblivious, he’ll never do anything with the intention to offend or brush off your advances. PDA is fine for him but don’t be too clingy at first, take your time to get to know each other before doing anything bold.

Library dates and picnics are a must with this man. Just the two of you, with some books to pass the time and sandwiches to eat while you comment your different points of views about a novel or a research. But don’t worry, if you’re not the scholar type or reading is not your cup of tea, he’ll understand and will try to balance by doing things you enjoy even if he doesn’t.

First of all, congratulations. Getting this dork into a romantic relationship and not getting stuck in the pinning/crush phase is a feat in itself. Therion will deny any kind of feeling at first but don’t give up, if you’re sincere and he likes you too, Therion will come around, eventually.

No PDA for him, sorry. He’s worse than Olberic. Where the knight will let you be and only try to keep it at the bare minimum, Therion will openly refuse the bolder displays. You’ll get lucky if he lets you hold hands out in the open. Don’t blame him though, he had a rough life and is not used to being with someone, much less receiving affection. But Therion will also try to compensate you, giving you little trinkets -some of them stolen, he’s still a thief- and cuddling you in private.

He’s a smart ass. Even if he doesn’t have any experience, unlike Cyrus who will have no issue admitting it, Therion will deny it and even proclaim he has experience, which can only lead to some embarrassing situations but let him have this. Therion’s pride will thank you if you just let it pass.

Dates with Therion are rare, since he’s not exactly the romantic type and doesn’t like things like meals at fancy restaurants. If you want to spend time together, take a stroll with him, go sightseeing to places you like and just enjoy the day with him in a natural way. Share with him snacks on the way, let him steal things for you -even if you later pay them without him knowing- and be together, even if it’s in silence.

PDA master. Prepare yourself because when he gets over his shy phase you’ll have him attached to your hip. Holding hands, cheek kisses, hugs, a hand on your waist or shoulders, playing with your clothes or hair… He’s bolder enough to give you a french kiss in front of someone so be warned.

Don’t even think about having an unhealthy life-style with him around. Even if you don’t like it, Alfyn will make his personal goal to make you change your bad habits using tricks and being subtle or direct when needed but never by force. He wants you to be healthy, but not at the cost of your happiness.

Boy sure is talkative, and if you let him talk he will start rambling about everything while doing other things like organizing his herbs or massaging your shoulders -let him do it, he knows how to use his hands-.

Every single date you have in mind, Alfyn will try it. He’s not picky at all, though it’s true that he prefers simple things, especially those related to nature. Like Cyrus, picnics are one of his favourites, but he also likes walking with you through town or going searching for herbs with you. Alfyn is a countryside boy, if you are too he will be happy, but if you’re not don’t worry, just tell him the things you like and he’ll try them. As I said, he’s not picky at all and can adapt quickly.

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[paeonia-imagines]

[on indefinite hiatus for now, sorry. personal life and all]

INTRODUCTION I GUESS

Y’all can call me Paeonia/Peony/Paeo. I write x reader headcanons and ficlets for Danganronpa, FNF, Sanders Sides, DDLC, Huniepop, and Octopath Traveler.

Here’s my masterlist

Here’s the anon list

(More submission info under the cut)

What I Will Not Write:

- Hifumi, Teruteru, Tsumugi, and Haiji (DR)

- NSFW (might include suggestive content depending on what I’m comfortable with)

- Mental illness (unless I have enough info to accurately portray it)

- Character ships (unless it involves self-insert)

- OCs

- Any characters from DR3 (I haven’t seen it and I don’t plan to)

- Y//ndere shit

What I Will Write (italicised characters are platonic only)

- Fluff and hurt/comfort

- Also angst

- AUs (if I have enough info about it and am comfortable with it)

- Any headcanons for characters that you want me to include

- Polyamory

(Danganronpa)

- Any non-blacklisted characters (excluding DR3)

- Junko (but any requests for her will be written as non-despair)

- WoH

(Friday Night Funkin’)

- BF/Cole, GF/Lucy, Skid, Pump, and Senpai + these mod characters:

Sarvente, Ruvyzvat, Selever, Rasazy [Mid Fight Masses], Sky [vs Sky], Myra [vs Mystic Myra], Filip [vs Filip], Yukichi [Cosmo Calamity], Kou [Kepler Observation Unit], Lane [Night of the Funky Bot], Pompom [vs Pompom], CJ, and Ruby [Starlight Mayhem]

(Sanders Sides)

- Any characters

(Doki Doki Literature Club)

- Sayori, Yuri, Natsuki, and Monika

(Huniepop)

- Audrey, Tiffany, Nikki, Momo, Lillian, Zoey, and Sarah

(Octopath Traveler)

- Cyrus, Tressa, Primrose, Alfyn, Therion, and H’aanit

Characters I would love to write for (these will likely take priority)

- Himiko (DRv3)

- Logan (SS)

- Cyrus, Therion, and H’aanit (OT)

I also do matchups for Danganronpa, Sanders Sides, and Huniepop

Request a fandom and list your gender, sexual orientation, a general description of your personality, and what traits you desire in a partner (along with any traits or characters you don’t want to be matched with).

I do kin assignments for all my fandoms

Request a fandom and describe your personality and I’ll kin assign you. If there are any characters you don’t want to be kin assigned, feel free to list those as well.

BTW, please don’t be afraid to send in requests/questions or ask me to tag something if it bothers you. :)

[astarriscus]

once i get triangle strategy let's see if i'll be able to write for it <3 roland? roland grenbook. my beloved,

[travelerslog]

welcome, stranger. you have come to the right place,

for it is here that you may find stories about your favorite heroes...

...as well as other familiar faces.

[sapphirepastries]

A Cleric in a Twisted Wonderland (Octopath Traveler AU) - Let's Make a Deal

i thought it'd be fun to write the scene where yuu signs azul's contract in book 3 for my cleric yuu. i might write more of these little scenes if im in the mood for it uwu

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Yuu looked around the VIP room in wonder. There were a lot of things that were new to her in this world and the entirety of the Octavinelle Dorm and the Mostro Lounge were among them. She had no idea that an entire building could be underwater or that you could bring the sea indoors with such a large aquarium. Not to mention that this VIP room looks like it would have no problem looking like it belonged to the famous tycoon, Roque Brilliante. It didn't help that Azul would definitely get along with him.

It seemed that no matter what world she was in, Azul was still the same as ever. The same went for Jade and Floyd, and even Jack, who was sitting next to her.

She focused her gaze back to the man sitting in front of her. He looked the same as her Azul with the exception of the clothes he wore, and even then the style was similar. Both Azuls wore a nice suit with a coat hanging off their shoulders and a hat. Even the business smile he wore was the same.

"So, what would you like to discuss with me?" he asked.

"I wanted to ask you if you'd be willing to take those anemones off everybody's heads," she replied.

Azul chuckled, that smile of his never leaving his face.

"Hahaha! Goodness me. That's quite the demand to make right out of the gate," he said. "You would ask me to release all 225 students from their contracts with me?"

Jack jumped in his seat, shocked. "You bamboozled that many people?! That's nuts!"

Yuu sighed. As expected of Azul. He could rope anyone into a contract with his silver tongue.

"Yes, well, Jade and Floyd did a bit of proactive market outreach this year." His smile grew wider. "Thanks to that, I've had no shortage of clients ready to strike up deals with me."

He looked her in the eyes.

"Now, Yuu -- as for your request to free those students..."

He went on to explain that the students went into his contracts willingly and that the terms were fair, but Yuu knew better. And even better than that, she knew how to deal with him. Journeying with his Solistia counterpart made her wise to all his tricks.

She did wish she could see the kind side of him in this world, though. He's so sweet when he wasn't looking to rope people into contracts.

"Then what kind of deal do you want to make with me?" she asked, as he finished talking.

Jack whipped around to her. "Wait, what?! Have you lost it?!"

A familiar sparkle appeared in Azul's eyes, and Yuu knew she had him interested.

"Oho. You want to make a deal with me?" He leaned forward, elbows on his knees as he laced his fingers together. "Now there's an interesting proposal."

Behind him, Floyd laughed. "Ahaha! Little Shrimpy's got some guts!"

"I do have to say that I have been interested in talking to you," Azul continued. "I've heard tales of your rather wondrous healing abilities from other students."

Yuu furrowed her brows. As she understood it, Azul's contracts in this world were unique. If both parties agreed to the terms, then he could actually take people's magic away. If he was bringing up her healing magic then...

"'And the gods did give their messengers flame to light the way forward,'" she recited, cutting him off.

Azul blinked, looking bewildered at being cut off. A rare sight. The other boys in the room looked just as confused. What was she talking about?

"As a cleric of the Order of the Sacred Flame, I cannot, in good conscience, give away the flame that was given to me by the gods," she explained. "We are to use that to light the way forward for others. If you are interested in using my healing magic as part of the contract, then you'll have to consider something else."

The bewilderment lingered on the Octavinelle boys' faces, and she smiled gently at them.

"I'm used to this kind of thing," she said. "Is there anything else I have that interests you?"

Azul pursed his lips behind his hands. She was a clever one it seemed. He would have to be careful around her, but something bothered him.

The way Yuu looks at him...it was like she was seeing an old friend again. It felt like she could see right through him.

Why was that?

"Well, I can't possibly impose on your beliefs then," he said carefully. "Let's see what else you have that interested me."

[drabblesandimagines]

Little Lamb

Octopath Traveler 2 Temenos x (unwilling) reader

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As soon as you hear the key in the lock, you try and bite back your sob in fear, but he always notices.

"Oh, little lamb, not more tears." His voice echoes around the four stone walls, making you feel even more trapped than you already are.

You don't reply - you can't - he never leaves without tightening the folded habit – the very one that would be atop your head if you’d made it to your pledge - back around your mouth, making sure it sits snug. He says it's to ensure you honour a vow of silence until his return, but it doesn’t make sense. Who would you even speak to? No-one can hear you down here, he's assured you of that - though that didn’t stop you trying the first few days you were brought here. It seems even the Gods have abandoned you now.

You had been sent to Flamechurch to begin your studies ahead of taking your vow as a Sister of the Sacred Flame. He had been one of the first to greet you as you arrived, though you had to apologise for your ignorance of not having heard of him before, but he seemed to enjoy that. Everyone said it was such an honour that the Temenos Mistral had taken a personal interest in your spiritual journey. You liked him too - he was intelligent, quick-witted and made you question everything deeper than you ever had before, but, in the end, the lively debates only solidified your conviction to dedicate your life to the Church.

You were ready to take your vows, your senior Sisters in agreement, but Temenos insisted you hold off a little longer. You listened, of course you listened, you lapped up every bit of wisdom he bestowed upon you. He was so well esteemed and regarded by his peers and, even though something didn’t feel quite right deep down, surely if he was advising you to delay it would be nothing but an insult to disregard his advice. He must have a good reason.

Now you wished you’d listened to your gut.

He wants to keep you all for himself.

[the-blind-geisha]

For the love request, Alfyn Greengrass with a female reader that is semi-nsfw.

Cowslip- Winning grace, healing, rusticity, youth, pensiveness

Grass- Submission

Daphane Cheorum/Rose Daphane- I desire to please

Thorn apple- I dreamed of thee

A/N: I'd be delighted to~. Thanks for the request!

Y/N,

I got to tell you, it's hotter than any place on Orsterra out in the Sunlands. I guess I can thank my stars above that Sunshade is at least around to give me some form of comfort. You'd probably be twisting my arm about now, wondering why I'm all the way out here.

You know why. Should I go to such lengths to explain it to you? Ah, I don't mean to make that sound as though I am being dismissive of you, y/n, but I guess I wish to talk of other matters.

I've been on this quest for some time. I have to be honest, I am uncertain when I will depart from here. Y/N, I miss you dearly. We're miles apart and yet, when I gaze upward at the night sky, all I can imagine is your bright and beautiful smile staring back at me. It brings me such great joy that I can hardly find it within me to describe as I so want to. I am not sure why they remind me of you so much. I guess because there are so few things in this world that bring me to a sense of calm and for now—only you and the starlight seem to grant me this.

I can't stop doting on you. I can see you insisting it of me now, but as any flower requires rain in the blazing climate I have found myself within, I must say that I insist on you. Be what nourishes me, y/n, as I feel as though I am withering out here. You keep me going through all this hard work and pain of watching people suffer as they do. Being an apothecary is hard work—both emotionally and otherwise. However, I would never see myself on another path.

Not with all the good I've done. Not with how it brought us closer together.

Speaking of all of that, how is that cough of yours? Is it any better? Are you taking that medicine I made for you before I departed?

I'm a fool. I'm doing it again, aren't I? I said I wouldn't speak of work and here I am—scarcely able to keep myself under control when it comes to your well being.

But in all seriousness: are you doing well, y/n? I dream of you every night and the dreams... as pleasant as they are, I wish they were merely more than so. I wish I could have you here with me right now. I speak of the heat but I swear to you, Sunshade makes it quite enjoyable. It is unlike the world at home. Feels like the land is made of gold when you see the sun touch the sand and mountains. Crazy, hu? If I were a painter I'd bring home an image of it, but I am afraid I'm limited in such talents there.

I'm off of my target once more, I am afraid. Y/N, the nights here are far colder than you'd believe, and my bedside is worse in that regard. I wish you were there with me. I want more than the blankets to keep me warm. I want your body to heal my aching heart as I keep you in my grasp and never let you go. If my breath could soothe the pain that your cough had caused, I doubt my lips would leave yours alone. I want to explore every marvelous curve of you with my touch if you'd so allow me that honor. I wish to marvel at every part you deem as imperfection, as I see it all as flawlessness. There's not a single thing—time or illness—that can mar you, y/n. You are the cure to my loneliness, and I want you to know I would bow as your servant and do your bidding should you ask it of me.

Do you trust these hands to serve you properly? They've not let you down yet, have they? I wish to feel your bare skin against them yet again as I travel from your face, to your breast just to feel your heart beating hotly at my gaze of admiration, while painting a road of lust entwined with love down to your very center to rouse you onward in the chill of the night. I want your words to be ones crafted in a roaring flame to be one that speaks only my name as I say yours in return with loving want.

Y/N, I will be with you soon, and if soon comes not nearly enough, I will send for you. I have found myself falling to submission to my own desires. Can you fault me? I am only a mortal. A mortal man who has fallen for what I can easily describe as a goddess of perfection.

Forever yours,

Alfyn Greengrass

[sephirothsfattiddies]

Cyrus x F!Reader: First Times

Rating: Explicit; don’t like, don’t read. 

Tags: Vaginal sex, first time sex, cute shit

This was done as a Christmas gift for my lovely girlfriend @nabrinax

AO3 link: Coming soon... Here! 

In the coming days, Cyrus was sure to blame the dress. That lovely, black dress, trimmed in ruffles that fell off the shoulder in the graceful way that a barmaid’s dress did. You trembled beneath his touch, having come out of the rain, but certainly not shaking from the cold. His mouth was warm, wet, and alive on yours. His tongue slipped into your mouth, and he seemed almost afraid to prove your mouth for sweetness.

He had never kissed a woman before; you knew that. Cyrus did not have a mind for romance, but it seemed he had a heart for it. His gloved hands went to your waist, pulling you in closer, not insistently, but pleadingly. “Please,” his touch seemed to say. “Please stay the night.”

You straddled his waist, resting your weight in his lap and letting him taste you. He pawed at you, unsure of what was permitted when the answer was “everything is.” You could feel him getting harder underneath you, the pressing urgency of his arousal against your hot body. He needed to have himself inside you, but the anticipation was exquisite.

Your need became greater and you pushed him into his back on the bed. Cyrus started to question it, but you silenced him by pulling your dress over your head and throwing it against the wall. His eyes went wide as he took you in. Took your meaning in. Cyrus fumbled with his breeches and you leaned back to help him. Once his cock was out— the head of it beading with precum— he placed his hands on you again. Things were different with your clothes off. His gloves had only made his hands feel heavy on your body before. But now you could feel him and the leather texture of his gloves felt deliciously foreign against your skin. More than that, you could feel his eyes on you as you moved to lean over him. Your hips were over his, his hand holding his cock steady so that you could lower yourself onto him. He would slide right in, you were sure. His touches— everything from being held against him outside, to being gently guided into this room— had set your need for him aflame.

“Cyrus?”

“Yes,” he whispered. His voice sounded like a desperate prayer in the dark. “Do it.”

As you came close to kiss him again, you brought your hips down on his cock, sheathing him inside you. Cyrus moaned into your mouth, his hips came up against yours. He had a scholar’s discipline, for certain, but he could never master his own heart the same way, and his body ached to please you. Your movements on top of him were languid. This was all you had wanted, and while you had it, you wanted to savor it. His body jerked underneath you, as if an impatient whine was motion. Cyrus’ hands still travelled the curves of your body, resting his fingers at your contours and digging in whenever a particularly vicious movement sent him into a momentary fit.

“Stop,” he suddenly said.

“Are you alright?” You came up off him, his cock lingering inside you by the head.

“Yes,” Cyrus said, cupping your cheek, kissing your mouth to reassure you. “I just want to switch positions is all. Lie against the pillows.”

You did as he instructed, feeling the rough linen of the tavern’s pillows against your back as he leaned over you. In the dark, Cyrus’ body was a broad-shouldered shape that loomed over you and placed another kiss on your lips. You felt him settle between your open legs, felt his erection drag against your belly. He guided himself into you and you felt him fill you again.

Cyrus rutted against you, his cock pushing into you and pulling out again. He drew pleasure out of you, weaving it as if it were a spell that he had you under. Your orgasm shook your body as you clung to him, digging your fingers into his shoulders. Your pussy convulsed on him, making him cry out in surprise. You held him to you as he shook too, his own orgasm shocking both of you. Cyrus collapsed against you, his head pressed to your chest. You tangled your hands in his hair and pressed a kiss to his forehead.

“Was that…? I’m sorry, I meant to last.. Longer, I think. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. You were wonderful,” you told him. He sighed in relief, kissing you again. He rose from the bed, only to undress, finally putting aside his clothes and climbing into bed to feel your skin against his.

“I’d like you to stay the night,” he said, almost too formally for the act you had committed together. “We could talk about things tomorrow. I would now but I’m… So tired.”

“Me too.” You rested his arm around your waist and snuggled into the bed, feeling secure with his chest to your back.

[sickly-sweet-imagines]

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A comprehensive list of the fics I’ve written! It’s organized alphabetically for everything! Fics with a specified reader gender in parentheses will have that gender, otherwise they will not have a specific gender.

Corpse Party

Yoshiki Kishinuma

Soft Reader (Headcanons) (Male Reader)

S/o Comes Out as NB (NB Reader)

Yuuya Kizami

Letter to Reader

Yandere Reader (Headcanons) (Fem Reader)

Danganronpa

Trigger Happy Havoc

Byakuya Togami

S/o Comes Out as Bi (Headcanons) (Fem Reader)

Yasuhiro Hagakure

Impregnating Reader (NSFW)

Super Danganronpa 2

Nagito Komaeda

Trans Guy S/o (Headcanons)

Twogami/Ultimate Imposter

S/o Comes Out as Bi (Headcanons) (Fem Reader)

V3

Gonta Gokuhara

S/o Comes Out as Bi (Headcanons) (Fem Reader)

Kaito Momota

Kaito Loses His Clothes

Korekiyo Shinguji

Genderfluid S/o (Headcanons)

S/o Comes Out as Bi (Headcanons) (Fem Reader)

Fire Emblem

Awakening

Chrom

Love Letter

Gaius

Valentine’s Day Baking

Valentine’s Day Baking - Part 2 (NSFW)

Henry

Nightmare Comfort, Protection in Battle (NSFW ending)

Stress Relief (NSFW)

Lucina

Partner Who Loves Fashion/Cute Things (Fem Reader)

Robin

Letter to Long-Distance Lover

Valentine’s Day Date (Male Reader)

Binding Blade

Idunn

Manakete S/o (Headcanons)

Fates

Azura

With Fearful Adopted Child (Headcanons)

Camilla

With Fearful Adopted Child (Headcanons)

Dwyer

Shy and Anxious S/o (Headcanons)

Felicia

Shy and Anxious S/o (Headcanons)

Niles

Relationship Headcanons

Ophelia

With Fearful Adopted Child (Headcanons)

Shy and Anxious S/o (Headcanons)

Orochi

With an S/o Who Predicts the Future

Peri

With Fearful Adopted Child (Headcanons)

Sakura

With Fearful Adopted Child (Headcanons)

Soleil

Shy and Anxious S/o (Headcanons)

No Reader

Nina and Niles Familial Headcanons

Niles Caring for Nina (Familial)

Nina and Forrest Relationship Headcanons

Nina and Siegbert on a Date

Sakura and Azura Ice Skating

Heroes

Alfonse

Bunny Day Outfit Teasing (Male Reader)

Nightmare Hurt/Comfort [Book Four Spoilers]

Hrid

Teaching Summoner to Ride a Horse (Platonic) (Male Reader)

Laevatein

Loving Sex (NSFW)

Veronica

Bonding Under the Stars (Platonic) (Male Reader)

No Reader

Lissa, Elise, Sharena Pranking Their Brothers

No Love Interest

Summoner Learning to Use a Whip (Male Reader)

Beating Freyja (Male Reader)

Sacred Stones

Erika

Shy and Anxious S/o (Headcanons)

Lyon

Love Letter

With a Protector (Male Reader)

Protector Part Two (Male Reader)

Three Houses

Claude von Riegan

Aftercare (Headcanons)

Falling for a Foot Soldier (Headcanons)

Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd

Aftercare (Headcanons)

Breeding Kink (NSFW) (Fem Reader)

Falling for a Foot Soldier (Headcanons)

Overworked Healer Crush (Headcanons)

Valentine’s Day Confession (Headcanons)

Edelgard von Hresvelg

Bisexual S/o Comfort (TW Biphobia) (Headcanons)

Depressed S/o (Headcanons)

Falling for a Foot Soldier (Headcanons)

Felix Hugo Fraldarius

Aftercare (Headcanons)

Infirmary Hurt/Comfort

Threesome with Sylvain (NSFW) (Headcanons)

Hilda Valentine Goneril

Shy Reader Confession

Hubert von Vestra

Bisexual S/o Comfort (TW Biphobia) (Headcanons)

Love Confession

Pushed to Confess

Valentine’s Confession

Lady Rhea

Falling for a Foot Soldier (Headcanons)

Seteth

Valentine’s Day Gift (Headcanons) (Male Reader)

Sylvain Jose Gautier

Aftercare (Headcanons)

Threesome with Felix (NSFW) (Headcanons)

Five Nights At Freddy’s

Fnaf 1

Freddy

NSFW Headcanons

Bonnie

NSFW Headcanons

Chica

NSFW Headcanons

Foxy

NSFW Headcanons

Golden Freddy

NSFW Headcanons

Security Breach

Glamrock Freddy

Coming Out Comfort (Platonic) (Headcanons)

Relationship Headcanons (NSFW Ending) (Headcanons) (Male Reader)

Montgomery Gator

Coming Out Comfort (Platonic) (Headcanons)

Roxanne Wolf

Coming Out Comfort (Platonic) (Headcanons)

Legend of Zelda

Breath of the Wild

Sidon

Relationship Headcanons (Male Reader)

Marble Hornets

Ships

Jam (+ Bralex) High School AU

Monster Prom

Damien LaVey

Cosplayer S/o (Headcanons)

Valentine’s Day (Headcanons) (Fem Reader)

Writer S/o (Headcanons)

Yandere Valentine (Male Reader)

Miranda Vanderbilt

Writer S/o (Headcanons)

Scott Howl

Coming Home to a Cosplayer S/o in Costume

Wolf Pack

Valentine’s Day (Headcanons)

My Hero Academia

Denki Kaminari

Valentine’s Day (Headcanons)

Eijiro Kirishima

Valentine’s Day (Headcanons)

Izuku Midoriya

Pro Deku x Civilian Wife

Katsuki Bakugo

USJ Attack Confession (Hearing Aid AU)

Valentine Confession (Headcanons) (Fem Reader)

Valentine’s Day (Headcanons)

Momo Yaoyorozu

Valentine’s Day (Headcanons)

Shouto Todoroki

Valentine’s Day (Headcanons)

No Reader

Trans Bakugo + Kiribaku (Headcanons)

Octopath Traveler

Alfyn Greengrass

Party Members Together (Platonic)

Cyrus Albright

Party Members Together (Platonic)

Therion

Party Members Together (Platonic)

Tressa Colzione

Party Members Together (Platonic)

Soul Eater

Blair

Valentine’s Day (Headcanons)

Soul Eater Evans

Valentine’s Day (Headcanons) (Fem Reader)