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coryosmin · 1 year ago

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Feel Better - Coryo x GN!Reader

Coryo x GN!reader

warnings: sick coriolanus, reader taking care of coriolanus, no nsfw, ooc coriolanus probably, reader notices that coriolanus has an itty bitty cold and they just want to be there for him. oh and reader and coriolanus are best friends with romantic feelings for one another. this is definitely fluff.

AN: there’s just something about vulnerable Coriolanus Snow that just makes me swoon. All terms in here should lead to a gender neutral reader but if there’s any indicators I might’ve accidentally put otherwise, please let me know! Sometimes I make mistakes and miss them 😭😭

2,000 words

Coriolanus had woken up feeling groggy. His throat was parched, his nose was a bit stuffy, and his head hurt a little bit. He didn’t think too much of it. The apartment, being so old, was prone to giving Coriolanus allergies. He was probably experiencing post-nasal drip from the dust and mold. He sit up in bed, clearing his throat. With his head hurting, he forced himself to get out of bed, grab his clothes, and head to the shower. A hot shower should help clear things up, right?

Wrong.

It didn’t help. It gave a sense of relief while in the shower but as soon as he finished and got himself dressed, he was back to feeling all groggy. Coriolanus looked at himself in the mirror, noticing the paleness in his face and the small circles under his eyes. He rolled his eyes to himself. Of course he just had to get sick. Coriolanus has a cold. It’s no surprise really. He should’ve seen it coming.

It was winter and many students at the Academy had been getting sick lately. Livia Cardew had been sneezing and coughing all day yesterday without even having the decency to cover her mouth and nose while doing so. Begrudgingly, Coriolanus walked out of the bathroom and back into his bedroom to put his socks and shoes on, grabbing his satchel as well.

Even if he wasn’t feeling well, he had to go to school. How could he land on top if he missed a day? It would be no good for him and his future plans to be the President.

Coriolanus walked out to the main room, the cabbage soup already boiling on the stove. Tigris was standing there, sipping a cup of tea as she waited for the soup to finish. She looked up at Coriolanus, seeing his pale complexion and the bags under his eyes. “Oh, Coryo,” Tigris said, placing her tea down. “You look ill.” She said, walking over to him. She felt his cheeks and forehead, pursing her lips. “No fever though.”

“I’m fine,” Coriolanus muttered, his voice certainly hoarse. It hurt a bit to talk.

“Are you sure?” Tigris asked, concerned for her cousin. She walked back into the kitchen, pouring some warm tea for Coriolanus. She handed him the mug. “Drink.”

Coriolanus grabbed the tea cup, taking a sip. It definitely helped to soothe his throat. But it was just regular black tea which ultimately, he knew, didn’t help sore throats at all. “I can rest when I get home from school,” Coriolanus replied, looking at Tigris. “I’ll be fine.” He gave a small smile to soothe Tigris’ worries.

“If you say so, Coryo.” Tigris replied, serving Coriolanus a bowl of cabbage soup.

Coriolanus began to eat the soup, though he didn’t have much of an appetite. He forced himself to eat it because something is better than nothing and if he were to survive the day, he needs as much energy as possible. He ate as much as he could stomach before stopping. He drank the rest of his tea before standing up. “I’ll see you later, Tigris.” He said, getting ready to head out the door.

“Take care of yourself, Coryo. If you start to feel worse, please come home and rest.” Tigris said, looking at her cousin.

And with a simple nod, Coriolanus left the apartment and began his walk to school in the cold weather. He sniffled as he walked to the Academy, the cold temperature making his nose run.

Coriolanus arrived at the Academy, seeking refuge in the warm building. The cold helped to at least clear his head from the fogginess. As Coriolanus walked through the hallway to get to his class, he felt someone take hold of his arm, interlocking it with theirs. He looked down to see you with a smile on your face.

“Good morning,” You greeted, looking at at Coriolanus.

“Morning,” Came the sound of his voice, hoarse and stuffy.

Your eyebrows furrowed as you looked at Coriolanus, stopping in your tracks with him. Though you didn’t remove your arm from his. “Are you feeling okay?” You asked softly, looking up into Coriolanus’ blue eyes. You could see the bags under his eyes and the more pale complexion that was outside of his normal pale complexion.

Coriolanus simply nodded his head. “It’s just a stupid cold,” He said, reassuring his friend. “It’ll go away quickly.”

You hummed in response. “Just don’t overwork yourself, Coryo.”

The two of them walked to class together, sitting down at their desks.

As the day went on, Coryo’s symptoms got worse. Coriolanus tried his hardest to pay attention in his classes. The fogginess from this morning was coming back and he began to feel hot but cold at the same time. His throat was hurting more than it had been earlier. He sniffled every few minutes. He even began to develop a small cough! Which unlike Livia Cardew, he covered because he actually had the decency to try not to spread his germs. He was even going to the bathroom frequently to wash his hands, thank you very much.

And as he tried to get through the day, you noticed how bad he was starting to feel. By lunch time, Coriolanus had grabbed his food and sat down. But hardly had the appetite to eat it. And usually, Coriolanus would munch down his food immediately. You sighed to yourself as you looked at your friend. You cared about him a lot and didn’t like seeing him so ill. He used to get colds a lot when the two of you were kids and it was always you who would take care of him as you had the financial means to do so.

“Coryo,” came the soft tone of your voice as you put a hand on his shoulder. “Perhaps it’s time you go home and rest?”

Coriolanus shook his head no in stubbornness. “I’m fine, Y/N. Please don’t fret about me.” His voice was so hoarse and he sounded so nasally, you couldn’t help but pout in sympathy. “Just trying to get through the day.”

“Sleeping would help.” You said, rubbing his shoulder soothingly. Your other hand moved to his face, feeling his forehead. “You’re burning up, sweetheart.”

Coriolanus leaned into your touch, the coolness of your hand providing a relief that he didn’t realize he needed. “I don’t want to go home though.” He said softly, closing his eyes for a moment.

You gave a small smile. “Then let me bring you to mine.” You replied in the same tone. “I’ll take care of you.”

And with that, Coriolanus couldn’t deny you. He knew he couldn’t focus on anything else. His body was on fire while also being so cold. He felt miserable and wanted nothing more than to sleep. “Okay,” He agreed, opening his eyes to look at you. “You’re probably going to get sick though too.”

“And I’ll have you to take care of me.” You smiled, looking at Coriolanus.

So, the two of you left the Academy early. You had told Sejanus to let the professors know that you had taken Coriolanus home due to him not feeling well. You and Coriolanus arrived to your high end apartment after a bit of walking. Coriolanus looked as miserable as he felt. As you walked into the apartment, you were grateful that your father was working and your mom was out and about.

Coriolanus took his shoes off at the entrance, just as he usually does. You did as well. “Go lay down in my bed. You need to rest.” You said softly, looking at Coriolanus. He simply nodded and didn’t say anything else, walking to your bedroom. He took his uniform jacket off before crawling into your bed, covering himself with your lush blankets. Your bed was so soft and welcoming. Coriolanus couldn’t help but sigh in contentment as he closed his eyes and eventually, sleep consumed him.

Coriolanus awoke awhile later, still feeling relatively the same. Except when he awoke, you were sat right next to him with a cold cloth on his forehead. You smiled as you saw his blue eyes open. “Hey.” You said, smiling. “I had one of the maids make you some chicken noodle soup.” You spoke in a soft tone. “Would you like some?”

Coriolanus gave a small smile, unable to help himself. He nodded his head slightly, sitting up in the bed. The maid walked over, placing a tray in Coriolanus’ lap. He looked at the soup, remembering the times when you and him were kids and that time the both of you got sick. Your mother decided to take it upon herself to take care of both you and Coriolanus, ensuring that you both got the nutrients and medications necessary. Chicken noodle soup had become one of his favorite things because whenever he saw it, he thought of you.

“Thank you.” He whispered to you before eating the soup. He relished in the taste as he hadn’t had it in a long awhile. Coriolanus couldn’t remember the last time he had gotten sick like this. It must’ve been years ago. Really only four years but who’s counting? So yeah, Coriolanus might’ve actually been counting. But to be fair, it’s really good soup.

You simply smiled as you grabbed the cold cloth off of his forehead. “You’re welcome, Coryo.” You whispered back. You leaned in, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

Coriolanus couldn’t help the burning in his cheeks. He was grateful that his cheeks were already flushed from the fever otherwise, it definitely would’ve been obvious that he was blushing. He cleared his throat and continued to eat the soup.

When he finished eating, you reached over to the nightstand, grabbing a glass of water and some pills for Coriolanus. “Here. A fever reducer and some anti congestion medication.” You said, smiling softly at Coriolanus. “It’ll definitely help relieve some symptoms.”

Coriolanus grabbed the glass of water and took the pills, swallowing them before drinking the water. He handed the glass back to you. The maid came back to grab the tray from Coriolanus’ lap. “Now lay down, Coryo. Get some more rest. I’ll let my mom know when she gets home that you’ll be spending the night.”

“Will she be okay with it?” Coriolanus asked.

You simply smiled and nodded your head. “Of course, sweetheart.” That nickname always made Coriolanus’ heart flutter. “You know she cares about you as much as she cares for me.”

And with that, Coriolanus smiled a small smile before laying back down. “Stay with me?” He asked, getting himself comfortable.

You nodded your head. “Always, Coryo.” You whispered to him, your e/c eyes looking into his blue orbs.

He grabbed your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours and holding it to his chest before closing his eyes. He was laying on his side, facing you. He was almost asleep when he heard, “I love you, Coryo. I hope you feel better soon.” Your tone had been so quiet and soft, as though you didn’t want to disturb him. And Coryo couldn’t help the small curl of his lips as he drifted off to sleep again.

So, maybe getting sick wasnt so bad. Especially because he had you to take care of him.

And a few days later when he felt much better and you had come down with a cold? He stayed with you at your house to help take care of you. Because Coriolanus loves you too.

#fanfic #the hunger games #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #young coriolanus snow #coriolanus x you #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus snow #coryo x reader #coryo snow #academy corio #sickfic #pls I only wrote this because I wanted to write fluff #isn’t it so cute

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riitah · 2 years ago

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[to be a sorcerer] - geto suguru x gn!reader

WARNINGS: hidden inventory arc spoilers, mentions of death, blood, guns, fighting, and implied starvation, a little cursing SYNOPSIS: ever since the day suguru and satoru came back from their mission to retrieve the girl who was to merge with tengen, suguru has been kind of…off. so tonight, you decide to go visit him in the middle of the night in hopes of getting some answers, or, at least, bringing him some comfort. WORD COUNT: 1.1k HONORABLE MENTION: tysm beta reader “henry rumpelstiltskin III of the nuclear sock kingdom”!! AUTHOR’S NOTE: guys i’m so sorry i haven’t updated in so long writer’s block has been ERYGIUHOJWQEHRUR i hope you guys enjoy this AND OH YEAH THE NEW S2 TRAILER CAME OUT I’M LIKE SO HYPED FOR IT i literally had a whole pre-written s2 first trailer (a/n) i wanted to post but that was way too long ago but anyways here’s a geto x reader story i have sm more BUT IDK HOW TO WRITE THEM including crying scenes FUCK yk i feel like geto’s the type of guy who’d comfort people when they’re crying but never let anyone see him cry but when he cries it’s just really messy and emotionfull you get what i’m saying?? like he holds in his feelings for so long it just comes out all at once and ok i’ll stop now sorry if this feels a little too ooc

You stood in front of Suguru’s door in your pajamas, wondering if this was a good idea.

Is he already asleep…?

You turned to go back to your own room, but upon remembering the few bites he had taken of his lunch the past week, you decided against it. Hesitantly, you knocked, the sound of your knuckles against the wood echoing through the hallways. “Suguru? Can I come in?”

A beat of silence. “One second.” The sound of a bed creaking followed his voice, and just a few moments later, the door opened with a small creak.

Unfortunately, the sight of your boyfriend didn’t make you feel any more relieved. His hair framed his face messily, but they didn’t cover up the dark circles or hide the hollowness of his cheeks. The corners of his lips curved upwards when he saw you, but the smile never reached his eyes.

“(Y/N).” He stepped aside to let you in. “Staying up so late isn’t good for you, you know?”

“I could say the same about you.” You stepped into his dorm and he closed the door behind him. “It’s 2AM, and you have to go on a mission in a few hours.”

“I didn’t feel too sleepy.” He offered you his hand, and you took it, your eyebrows knitting together when you realized just how bony it felt. “And the rain wasn’t helping much. But now that you’re here, it’s a different story.” He led you to his bed and lied down, pulling you onto his chest in the process.

“Suguru! Warn me before you do that next time.”

“There won’t be a next time, because I‘m not letting go of you.” He rolled over so that the two of you were lying on your sides, wrapping his arms around you. “Ever.”

“I think you’re hanging around Satoru too much. You’re speaking and acting like him.” You laughed when he made a face at that statement.

“Don’t compare me to that guy.”

“Just ‘that guy’? He’d be so hurt if he heard you say that.”

“You know what I mean.” He pinched your cheek and gently rested his forehead against yours. “So, did you need something?”

“What, I can’t come visit my own boyfriend without a reason anymore?”

“Not when it’s two in the morning. But I might reconsider if you’re planning to stay the night.”

“Will that make you feel better?”

“Definitely. Though I feel just fine.”

“You don’t look fine…”

“I’m fine,” he repeated, pulling you closer to him and planting a brief kiss on your nose. “Really.”

“You don’t have to lie to me. You haven’t been getting much sleep, have you?”

He stared at you for a few moments, and the pitter-patter of the rain filled in the silence that had fallen over the conversation.

“...”

“Suguru…”

He then let out a tired sigh, his arms tightening around your waist just slightly. “You’re right. I haven’t.”

You brushed a few strands of hair out of his face, patiently waiting for him to continue.

“I just…can’t. Whenever I close my eyes, I see her.”

You took note of his heartbeat, which was rapidly speeding up. "Riko?"

He nodded and paused, trying to regain his composure before opening his mouth to speak again. “It's all still so vivid in my head. I can still hear the gun going off and–"

"You don't have to talk about it if it's painful, Suguru," you whispered softly.

He shook his head, giving you a weak smile. "No, I think it's better this way. I feel like I'm being suffocated." There was a slight tremble to his voice as he spoke, his sentences laced with nothing but regret. "When I do fall asleep, I always dream about the same thing. She dies, he tells me that he killed Satoru too, these people laughing at all of this as if it’s some sick sit-com–” He clutched at the hem of your top, his voice cracking. "Sometimes I can't help but think, what if I had just killed all of them off like Satoru said? Would I still be feeling this remorseful?"

You bit your lip at these words, not knowing what to say. Is there even a correct answer here?

Seeing the expression on your face, the muscles in his jaw tensed. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you–"

"No, no, you didn't," you quickly reassured him. The rain had stopped, and the sound of raindrops hitting the glass was replaced with the sound of trees swaying in the wind. "And honestly, I don't blame you for thinking that way. People can be so cruel sometimes."

He swallowed. "Fuck, I'm sorry, I–" His voice cracked a little.

"It's okay to cry, Suguru." You cupped his face in your hands, placing a kiss on both of his cheeks. "I hate it when you hold it in."

He leaned into your touch, burying his face into the crook of your neck.

“She had friends, family, she wanted to live–" he said quietly. "And they were clapping, cheering–" He broke into a sob. "(Y/N), I–I was supposed to protect her but I couldn’t–I couldn’t even do that right–"

It was the first time you had seen him break down like this, and your chest ached. You wiped away his tears with your thumb and ran your left hand through his long hair, desperately trying to come up with something to say to calm him down as he tried to talk.

“I feel so damn useless, even now I’m just–do you see this?” He looked up at you and placed a hand on top of your right hand, his thin fingers wrapping around it as if he was scared to lose you, too. “All I'm doing – all I can do – is replaying the events over and over.” He shook his head, his wet cheeks glistening in the soft moonlight. "I'm a jujutsu sorcerer, yet – yet I couldn't save her. I watched her die."

“It wasn’t your fault, Suguru. None of it was, I promise." You could barely hear yourself speak, but you hoped that your words could help somewhat. "I'm sure that she appreciated all that you've done for her."

You didn’t know how much time had passed when his choked sobs finally slowed down to hiccups, or how long you had been tracing circles on his hand with your thumb, but by the time the sun peeked from the trees in the distance, Suguru’s eyes were closed, his long lashes brushing against his damp cheek whenever his eyelids slightly fluttered.

"I'm sorry..."

You sighed at his sleeptalking, making a mental note to talk to him later about his tendencies to feel guilty about showing his feelings. "It's okay, Suguru. You shouldn't have to apologize for anything." You kissed his forehead and murmured a soft “I love you,” giggling a little when you saw a smile form on his delicate features.

Must be a nice dream, huh.

You closed your eyes, letting the familiar warmth lull you into a deep sleep.

#geto suguru x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen geto #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x you #jjk imagines #geto suguru x yn #oneshot #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #gn reader #jjk angst #x reader #hidden inventory arc #i'm sorry guys i'm working on crying scenes

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spesemen · 5 months ago

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I love ur pc so much I was wondering can you explain their backstory or background if you have one

OMG THANK YOU…he does in fact have lore which is unfinished but ill share with you anyways!!

Disclaimer; Crowley’s lore is pretty distant to what actually happens ingame except major events (bro survived the deserted island).

Crowley’s an enigmatic orphan who was instituted at a fairly late age, at around 11 years. They’re very talkative and will rant about basically anything but their past, always avoiding the conversation or straight up refuting to talk about it.

The truth is he’s got some bone to pick with the religious circle in the town, having been a subject to extreme rituals in honor to The Wraith. Actually if you were to see him bare, you’d notice a lot of dry scars which seem like carvings. Ironically enough one of the reasons of avoidance of his past is because he suffers from traumatic amnesia, and some of these memories are really fuzzy. What they do remember is the feeling of a cold blade cutting against his back while others chanted for mercy, and being devoid of any emotion, numb from the pain.

In his first years on the orphanage he never talked to anyone, afraid he'd lash out or say too much, but also, in the back of his mind, he was terrified for everything he got away from to repeat all over again. That was until Robin came up who, even with their own problems at hand, decides to approach Crowley and slowly help them open up.

He's very forgiving to everyone, no matter how much pain theyve brought him, which has caused a lot of trouble. In terms of relationship they're the closest to Kylar and Robin, but Sydney is up there and Whitney and them have a love-hate relationship. Whitney gets upset over how Crowley doesnt seem to hold any grudge and will take the punishment almost as if it was nothing, which is the case in fact. As for Ivory Wraith, Crowley feels like they've seen them somewhere, at a time where pain is all they knew. It hurts looking at the Wraith's eyes, to think about them, to fight against them.

For these reasons his story revolves a lot around the Ivory Wraith and its cult, which is based on some events ive gone through in his playthrough and twisted them a little.

In more of an ooc explanation, Crowley is a very self indulgent character who touches topics very personal to me, such as dysphoria, gender norms, mental disorders, past struggles and so on. I still need to polish it a little but i'll probably make a proper form for when i have it!!

Again im very thankful that you're interested in my character, so if there are any doubts feel free to reach me out ^_^ have this little doodle i made a while ago!

#Crowley the observant #dol #dol ivory wraith #dol pc #dol whitney #dol kylar #dol robin #dol sydney #degrees of lewdity kylar #degrees of lewdity #dol fanart #crowleylore

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laylabahiti · 11 months ago

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HSHQTASK059: FAREWELL SEE YOU LATER!

when did you join ? what made you join ? what do you remember from the plotlines that were current at the time ? where were you in life when you joined and where are you now ?

i joined september 2016 when this was vikrp! i was a junior in college and had been writing indie rp for a minute before that kinda died down, so i took a peek at the tags. vikrp/haisociety/highsociety had the pairs aspect to it back then, so i fulfilled someone's jade thirlwall wc but they went inactive like right after i was accepted asjdfka. i believe the revamp to haisociety happened in december/january, truly a time to be alive. i started as a junior back then and i'm ending as a junior in my second bachelor's degree💀, a homeowner, and within the next couple years, i'll be married and have a kid*. *tbd when we're both done with school and onto other careers

which characters have you written over the years ?

layla, cameron (early days), tobias (early days), katalina, gabriel, mikolas, alaina, dmitri, juliana, ettore, emerson, tamiko, kaira

what is your favourite plotline that you've been part of ?

too many to choose from! tbh the aslan/layla/olivier triangle was fun just because of the silly ic drama it caused. i'm pretty sure it was during haisociety when i messaged e about layla/olivier, because layla has the "he helped me, i love him" mentality and we just went with it askdfa, not really planning anything or knowing what would come of it. also love the egypt plotline and anytime those siblings interacted. and the early days of barbie and layla's friendship, how barbie pretty much took layla under her wing and got her out of her shell.

what about other people's plotlines ?

definitely the chaos of england and the murder mystery event. if i remember any more i'll edit this jaksdf

who is your favourite character from the ones you've played ? why ? what made you love them ? what made them so fun to write ?

no surprise here but layla. in the early days, layla was meek to the point she hardly spoke, took everything literally, and asked too many questions. she developed her voice and learned to be a little selfish in the later years, but she's still a crier.

if you could relive a plotline, which would it be ?

the greek invasion. it might have been one of the most well-constructed events i have been a part of. i remember traveling during it and writing replies on my phone just so i didn't miss out. every character was affected one way or another, and that event was a turning point in layla's personality.

is there a plotline that you'd edit now if you could ?

i wouldn't necessarily say edit, but it'd be interesting to see how things would've panned out if layla kissed olivier back and still felt guilty enough to tell aslan.

what's a plotline you wish you would have been able to finish before closing or just write more of ?

egypt<3 getting to see amon's coronation and both of them trying to rectify the family's image. life got way too chaotic over the past year, but i love mine and lina's headcanons

what is your favourite ooc memory ?

late 2018, someone kept sending rude/hateful anons to muns and the main, and everyone banded together to keep hshq alive and well. i submitted a whole essay to the main with my comments not thinking the admins would actually post it and they DID, 2018 was an interesting time here. also in the early days when we started listing how all characters were connected and making full circles of connections, simpler times.

where can others find you if they want to get in touch ?

you can always reach me on discord! i'm in the hshq server so feel free to add me or message anytime. i have a few socials if you want those as well - if this is farewell, you've earned my real name ajkdlfj. tbh this is probably my tumblr exit, i don't have much time or mental capacity to write full threads and join something new, but this blog will remain.

what else would you like to say ?

hshq is truly the only reason i've stuck around tumblr this long. almost 8 years of my life has been spent communicating with you all! in some of my worst moments, i was able to turn to hshq and escape reality for a bit. i feel like i'm missing a lot but trying to dig up memories from 8 years ago is difficult lol.

#hshqtask059 #my brain is not computing. i did my best <3

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songofsilentechoes · 1 year ago

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GET TO KNOW THE MUN

NAME?: Echo, V, or Val

PRONOUNS?: She/Her

PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION?: tumblr DMs for ooc stuff, discord for casual conversation

MOST ACTIVE MUSE(S)?: Varies wildly. Jingle tends to be pretty active, but the rest seem to be relatively active, too. They all have different habits.

EXPERIENCE / HOW MANY YEARS?: Roughly 15-17 years of roleplaying, but only 3 of those on tumblr.

BEST EXPERIENCE?: Roleplaying-wise? Meeting my friends and having a social circle again. Helped me through the pandemic, and is a cornerstone of my mental health.

RP PET PEEVES?: People who try to assume what's best for my muses. My muses are fairly willing to go along with things, but they need to make their own decisions and choices, or they're going to try and excuse themselves from the thread.

FLUFF, ANGST, OR SMUT?: I prefer fluff, but I'm capable of writing any of these. Noelle tends to roll with most scenarios, if she's allowed to.

PLOTS OR MEMES?: Probably memes. I don't really 'plot' so much as write how my muses react to situations when it comes up.

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES?: 1-3 paragraphs is plenty. If I do more than that, I find I tend to accidentally monopolize things. Shorter responses are fun and snacky, as long as there's substance to them.

TIME TO WRITE?: When the inspiration strikes. I try to respond to my asks the moment I see them, and I tend to keep loose tabs on the dash throughout the day. But my drabbles tend to come out late at night, because that's when I sit and write more creatively.

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S)? I think each of my muses probably has a little piece of me in them. But others are more aspirational. I wish I was as friendly and social as Noelle is sometimes, as an example.

Tagged by: @burdened-boy

#dash games

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idc4987 · 1 year ago

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The Cursed Queen | Part One

*a/n: flashbacks in italics, slightly ooc aegon but i feel like he was a sweet young boy at times*

Late Summer, 129 AC

"You are distracted, Aenessa."

Daemon observed from above as the young woman sparred against one of the squires.

In the ten years that had passed, Rhaenerya's daughter had grown beautifully. She wore the scars on her arms like trophies and became more resilient against the urges in her mind. Daemon instructed her training personally. He'd taught her that to strengthen her body, her mind had to become strong first. Daemon taught her, in the kindest way possible, that being vulnerable was acceptable only off of the battlefield. But he'd also taught her that nearly every place she travelled to, there would be someone who wished to start a fight. Aenessa knew she had to abandon her fears if she wished to succeed as her Mother's heir. There was no place to be childish and no time to worry over the simplest of things. Aenessa had to heal from her curse and push away her mind.

It took moons to master, but, in the end, Daemon was beyond proud to call her his apprentice. She truly was an artist with a blade and a masterful presence in court.

Despite how much Daemon doted on her, he always knew there was a silent competitor. Their relationship with one another was close to Aenessa's tight bond with her true father. Although they had little time spent with each other, Aenessa was certainly her father's little princess. It nearly made Daemon for remorseful for helping him escape from the life of royalty. But after years of being married to her mother, Aenessa loved Daemon equally.

"Mother has another line of suitors prepared for today." She scoffed as a fowl look spread across her features. It was what had awakened the Dragon princess so early. "I think being slightly worried is reasonable." Aenessa retorted, parrying the strike that the squire attempted to land on her.

It had been the same for months. Since Aenessa twentieth nameday, her mother resumed the duties of a royal. Aenessa was to marry. Whether it was for the sake of the crown or the sake of their house, Aenessa didn't know why her mother was so persistent about it. "Of course, but I didn't say you looked worried." Daemon quipped smartly. He had left the balcony from above and entered the training field, unsheithing Dark Sister from the belt at his side. "You are distracted." Daemon dismissed the sweating squire with a wave of his hand. Aenessa had been running circles around the boy for the last hour. He deserved a break before he dropped dead. "You must focus."

Aenessa quickly changed the subject, cracking her neck from side to side and rolling her shoulders. "Strike me as you did during our last session. I wish to try to again, see where I went wrong." The bun of heavy dreadlocks was still tight upon her head and it caused her brow to glisten with sweat. The early morning sun was slowly affecting her ability, she was getting physically tired but still wishing to continue.

Daemon smirked. "As you wish."

~~~~~~

The matchmaking process for Aenessa had been quite exciting at first. She enjoyed being desired. The little girl in her still delighted when a handsome young man, around her age of course, smiled in her direction. But it had slowly become tiresome. The gifts morphed into a mountain in the corner of her rooms. Half of them were empty chocolate boxes that Baela and Rhaena had gorged themselves on as Aenessa wasn't looking. The dresses were all too small or enormous and Aenessa wrestled her way out of the ones that fit due to the unbearably itchy fabric. The idea of courting a man didn't sway in her mind when each turn in front of the looking glass sent her reeling. Aenessa had learned to embrace her scars and the curves that she'd earned from turning into a young woman, but it didn't stop the self-criticising demon in her mind.

It caused her to spend nearly everyday in her training clothes, much to her ladys' maids dismay. Her boots were grubby, coated in the dusty sand that she trained on. Her face was still coated in a layer of sweat, her cheeks flushed and puffed out as she regained her breath. Her hair was always in the same style and her nails were chipped and dirty. The 'cursed' princess of King's Landing had turned into the rebel of Dragonstone, much to Daemon's delight.

"And for you, my princess, I bring forth ten of my finest pigs. They are prize worthy beasts-"

Aenessa blocked out the rest of what the young Lord was attempting to preach to her. She had made eye contact with Jace and Luce and nearly burst into fits of laughter at the faces they were making.

Since leaving Kings Landing, Aenessa had become more bold. It was all thanks to her Granduncle Daemon, something Aenessa knew made her truly indebted to him. Her Mother both despised and loved that her daughter had become more confident in herself. Aenessa spoke more, voiced her opinions on topics she wouldn't have done years prior. The blooming pride Rhaenerya felt was indistinguishable. But at times like this, where the old Aenessa was meant to shine through, Rhaenerya rolled her eyes at her smugness.

"I do believe the princess is bored, dearest." Daemon chuckled into her ear as they both watched Aenessa force herself to conceal her laughter behind a cough.

Rhaenerya sighed. If she gave in now, she had no idea when the next chance to find Aenessa a husband would be. Word had come from Rhaenys. Vaemond Velaryon was taking advantage of Lord Corlys' illness and had called for court. He wished to stand against Jacerys' claim as Lord of The Tides. It was no longer against Luce after Rhaenerya had named her daughter as her air. They had to travel to the Red Keep to attend to court. Rhaenerya had not yet confessed the arranged journey was happening to Aenessa. "Thank you for attending today's gathering, my Lord's. House Targaryen thanks you all for the gifts and honours you have displayed today, but i fear we must adjourn." She almost instinctively touched her growing belly to silently explain why they were ending so early. There were a few groans and huffs from various men in the room, but Aenessa was smirking widely.

She hopped down from the throne that had been specifically prepared for her and hugged Rhaenerya. "You saved me, Mother." Aenessa laughed, knowing she was only getting on her Mother's nerves even more than she had been.

"Go and prepare for supper, you filthy beast." Rhaenerya teased affectionately as she held her daughter's face in her hands.

Daemon spoke quietly to his wife once Aenessa had left them, all three of her younger brothers battling for her attention. "Is she still unaware?"

Rhaenerya looked down at her feet, clearly guilty. "I haven't had the strength to tell her yet. She's been peaceful these past few nights."

Daemon understood the otherwise cryptic messages from his wife. Aenessa had been 'peaceful' for the past week. Daemon didn't have to be clever to realise that, his body had told him before anything else. It thanked him for the extra sleep every morning with cracking bones and a refreshed feeling. "I shall tell her if you do not wish to, my darling." He pressed a kiss to Rhaenerya's forehead and raised a finger to lift her chin up. "She will be fine."

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"You are beautiful, though. I don't understand why you do not believe me." A ten year old Aegon huffed indignantly. He had been arguing with Aenessa for almost an hour after they sat for their annual portraits. It had started after Aenessa quietly sobbed into his shoulder about how ridiculous she looked. The royal painter had portrayed her with much paler skin and made her hair considerably lighter than it was. Aenessa despised how uneven it was, the locks of white Valyrian hair from her Mother's side messed with the brown locks from her grandmother Rhaenys' Baratheon heritage. But what the painter had done to her hair made it even worse.

"Nessa?" Aegon nudged her lightly with his elbow.

"Stop lying." She mumbled, clenching her fists around the blue silk of her skirt.

Aegon looked at the girl, astonished that she did not believe him and accuse him of doing such a thing. "I am not!" He protested. "You are beautiful, there is no debate around it." Sometimes, Aegon did wonder if his Nessa saw the same person he did. "Why do you not think you are beautiful?" He exhaled loudly. Aegon realised he was fighting on the losing side of this battle and that maybe he should listen to Aenessa's reasoning.

"Because I am smart and I can see properly." Aenessa said, matter-of-factly.

"W-well if seeing you as beautiful makes me stupid, than I shall be the stupidest of them all." Aegon said with equal amounts of confidence. "I shall have Father make a decree that any man who sees you as beautiful will be made into one of his lords." He declared loudly, standing up from the bench they were sat on as though he were a mighty knight.

"Would that not be a silly decision? They are stupid, after all." Aenessa argued, thinking over his outrageous statement.

Aegon shrugged. "All the current lords are stupid, I'm certain they wouldn't mind a few more."

"You are peculiar, Aegon." Aenessa giggled, a wide, toothy smile breaking out across her face.

Aegon smirked, pride rising in his chest as he successfully brightened his best friend's mood. "And you are beautiful, my little Nessa."

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Aenessa shook away the memory and continued fixing her dress in front of the mirror on her wall. Despite how much she wanted to see Aegon as a liar, the comment from her childhood always made getting dressed every morning the slightest bit more bearable.

"Nessa?" Aenessa was torn from her thoughts by a small, muffled voice from outside her door. "Are you ready for supper, Sister?" It was Joffrey. He cracked open the door and peeked around the edge of it with a wide smile on his face. Aenessa opened her arms for him and squeezed him tightly as he ran in for a hug. Joffrey let out a squeal as she span him around in the air.

"Where is Nanny, my little dragon?" She asked, peppering kisses all over his cheeks. When Joffrey admitted to running away from her, Aenessa couldn't help but chuckle. He'd clearly spent far too much time with Luce and was slowly catching his prankster attitude. Aenessa always found herself laughing around her youngest brother. Joffrey was the most innocent of them all and it showed as clear as day with how he influenced everyone around him like a beam of sunlight. "Let us go for supper, then. If you've spent all day running away from Nanny, your stomach shall begin growling as loud as Greyghost soon."

At the mention of Aenessa's beloved dragon, Joffrey began a torrential story about his latest painting.

Greyghost was rumoured to be an unclaimable dragon that haunted the smoking volcano on the eastern side of Dragonmont. Without a rider on his back, Greyghost was known to be skittish and fearful of both dragons and humans. Aenessa bonded with him on her ninth nameday after escaping from the castle when the celebrations became to much for her to handle. The Baratheon girls had been bullying her for an unknown reason and Aenessa fled from the ballroom, eventually finding herself outside the castle walls in the cold night air. Greyghost appeared out of thin air. He was a gorgeous creature with a thick armour of greyish white scales and a fascinating map of scars across his body. Aenessa had seen dragons before many times, but being almost nose to nose with one was an entirely new experience.

With quivering lips and shaking hands, Aenessa spoke in High Valyrian as she raised her palm to the snout of the so-called 'unclaimable' dragon. Her pronunciation was terrible at the time, but Aenessa squealed in delight as the dragon nuzzled against her.

Joffrey gasped moments before Aenessa reached the door to the dining hall, finally halting in his frantic recount of the day and breaking her from her thoughts once again. "You won't tell Mother, will you?" He asked nervously, clutching at the neckline of his sister's dress.

She had walked the entire way there, from one side of the castle to the other, with him bouncing up and down on her hip.

"Promise you won't tell, Nessa." Joffrey pleaded with a face that he knew she couldn't resist.

Aenessa paused in thought to trick her brother. It looked as though she would deny his request and Joffrey's face fell. "Of course, my little dragon. I won't say a word." She squeezed him teasingly and nodded to the guards as a signal to open the doors.

The other Velaryon boys were already seated at the dining table in an intense staring contest, time-wasting as their Mother insisted on waiting for the others. Daemon was proudly slouched in his chair at the head of the table when the doors opened with Rhaenyra at his side. Once Joffrey wriggled from her grasp, Aenessa apologised for making them wait for so long and took her normal seat at the table.

"Tis' quite alright, dearest. You have had a long day." Rhaenyra reassured her. "I'm sure your considerate brothers can manage waiting a few minutes before dining." She added with a glare to Jace and Lucerys. They were both aware and fully prepared for the journey that they'd be making to King's Landing the next morning. All Rhaenrya had asked of them was to be considerate and not sarcastic. Returning to King's Landing was going to be a difficult journey for all of them.

*introduction* / *part two*

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saetoru · 2 years ago

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GOOD MORNING! — SHIDOU RYUSEI.

「 SYNOPSIS 」 ⋮ shidou ryusei x reader — 2.0k words — you feel up shidou, he makes good use of the situation

— contents ⋮ nsfw + 18+ content, fem! reader, use of pet names (babe, baby, princess), fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, might be ooc leave me alone this is my first time writing bllk :,)

— notes ⋮ i-idk bro :,) i got horny for him on the plane and wrote this sitting next to my mother bye 😭

shidou’s well built. it’s not exactly a surprise considering he’s an athlete, but it’s not an unwelcomed perk. you can tell there’s great pride in the way his body is practically sculpted by the gods—if that devilish grin when you stare tells you anything.

he’s asleep, a rare moment where he’s not up before the sun itself to jog and leave you in bed alone. you can’t help but take this opportunity to really appreciate his physique—to stare shamelessly while he’s not there to revel in the ego boost. his shirts ridden up slightly, and you can’t help but roll your eyes that even in his sleep he doesn’t miss a chance to show off—even if not by choice for once.

you watch as the indents of his abs, every curve and every ridge rises and falls with his slow breaths. your eyes move to his face, a rare expression of calm and peace sprawled over the sharp features as he sleeps beside you. you smile, brushing a few loose strands of hair from his face, expression softening when he leans into your touch subconsciously with a low grunt under his breath.

shidou is anything but soft—he’s rough and harsh, mean and a little crazed in almost everything he does. his body’s no different, with sharp cheekbones and eyes, hardened muscle and a broad everything. but you can’t help but think how soft he looks with his cheek pressed against the pillow and his mouth parted with slow breaths.

your eyes follow down his body again, once more settling on the patch of skin that showcases his hard work so perfectly, the glimpse of his abs catching your attention. you can’t help but admire him, can’t help but reach out and lay a palm flat over the exposed section, gliding your hand up and down slowly, feeling the sturdy muscle ripple under your touch. it’s like that for a bit—just slow circles against his skin as you stare at him in awe, memorizing every slant of his body and mapping along the slopes of his torso.

it’s not until there’s a low hum that you turn your attention back to his face, watching as a loose smirk curls on his lips even as his eyes stay shut.

“having fun, huh babe?” he grins, eyes finally cracking open, staring down at you amused as you huff.

“don’t let it get to that big head of yours,” you grumble, making him snort.

“too late,” he snickers. shidou’s anything but soft—but sometimes you think he has his moments. like now, as his arm reaches to curl around you, pulling you snug against his chest as his chin rests over your head. “obsessed, huh? feelin’ me up as i sleep.”

“i hate you—“

“what is this, the millionth time? ‘m always catching you staring at my abs,” he continues teasing, making you pout with a soft glare.

“stop it—“

“if you like ‘em so much you should just ride ‘em or somethin’,” he cackles, making you let out a strangled sound from the back of your throat, mortified as you hide your face in his neck. he’s so vulgar—so shameless that it makes your face heat up as you feel his chest rumble with the amused chuckles he lets out.

“ryu,” you whine, “you’re such an asshole, y’know.”

now, you have to be honest with yourself. although the practicality of admitting it out loud is not even near possible—unless you wish to inflate that already too large ego of his—you can’t exactly say you’re opposed to the idea. but you’d never tell him that—your dignity outweighs your desires.

“not like you don’t want to,” he grins knowingly, “you don’t seem like you’d hate the idea.” and you don’t. but your lips stay shut—yet somehow, that’s enough for him anyway. “oh,” he drawls, “you don’t hate it do you?”

“ryusei, i’m gonna shove you off this bed—“ you don’t even get a chance to finish your halfhearted threat before his strong arms are maneuvering your body to twist on top of his. your breath hitches as you come face to face with the devil himself, the air leaving your lungs when he tempts you with sinful desires through his wicked grin.

“c’mon, baby,” he whispers, voice husky and just a little deeper from the light traces of sleep still lingering, “y’know you want to. gimme somethin’ good to wake up to.”

“aren’t i enough to wake up to,” you huff.

“oh, of course,” he plants a wet kiss to your cheek, nibbling softly on the flesh, “but this would be even better.”

he’s half hard in his boxers—you can feel his length poke against you as your body lays over his. you shift to brush over the bulge gently, making him groan lowly.

“you’re full of yourself, you know that?”

“you would be too if you were me,” he says cheekily, “look what i bagged.” and because he’s every bit as shameless as you know him to be, his hands squeeze your ass, making you glare at him for what feels like the millionth time this morning.

“i think you need to be humbled.”

“i think,” his hand trails between your bodies, finding your clothed cunt through the fabric of your pants and rubbing slowly along your clit in circles, “that you should cum on me.”

you gasp as his hand makes its way under your waistband, feeling the wetness pooling along your folds and making him smirk even more smugly—if that’s even possible—before he continues to tease your clit with his thumb.

“r-ryu,” you breathe, bucking your hips to grind against his hand more, chasing the friction as his fingers ghost along your wet folds. all too quickly, his hand pulls away, making you whine in defeat as he slowly inches your pants down your thighs.

“always so stubborn,” he coos, “y’know you’ll end up givin’ me what i want. always do.”

next thing you know—because you’re every bit as pliant as he is shamelese, you’re seated over his abs, rolling your hips to grind your clit along the ridges and indents of his defined muscle. he watches you, watches the way your eyes flutter shut and your mouth parts with soft moans, watches carefully as your bottom lip gets caught between your teeth when your clit rolls against his skin and sends waves of pleasure through your spine. you look utterly wrecked—and he hasn’t even laid a finger on you yet.

your slick pools along his tanned skin, your pace getting sloppier and sloppier as you near your high. but it’s not quite enough—nothing ever is unless he’s buried deep in your cunt, slamming into you ruthlessly as you cling to him.

“aw,” he grins slyly, “need more? my needy baby,” he reaches up to squeeze your cheeks together. you think distantly that this was all on purpose—just an elaborate scheme to get you helplessly desperate for him like he always manages to make you.

“more,” you cave and plead, making his eyes darken as you can practically imagine his cock twitching in the tight confinements of his boxers. “ryu please—“

“how can i say no to that?” he growls, flipping you under him as quickly as he’d pulled you on top. he’s quick to rid himself of his clothes, pumping his thick girth and smearing the pre cum leaking from the flushed tip. he groans, jaw clenching as he lines himself along your entrance and your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him into a sloppy kiss, moaning into his mouth when he inches past your glistening folds and into your tight cunt.

“more. need more, baby,” you plead, making him grunt as he sucks along the column of your throat.

“so fuckin’ impatient,” he chuckles, gritting his teeth as he tries to keep from slamming into you. shidou’s anything but soft—yet he still treats you with a hint of fragility, like you’ll fall apart if he’s not careful. you know he’ll never properly fuck you until he’s sure you’re well adjusted to his size—no matter how much you beg and plead.

“and you’re so fucking slow,” you huff petulantly. he clicks his teeth unhappily, shooting you a light glare.

“watch it, princess,” he growls, sinking just a little deeper into you as you whimper, nails clawing into his shoulders, “you don’t want me to do something about that attitude, do you?”

you let him kiss the pout off your lips as he slowly stretches you out, splitting you open on his cock as your walls hug around his throbbing length. it’s not long before he’s bottomed out, filling you up completely and curving into your perfectly as he nudges against that sweet spot with little effort.

“‘s not enough,” you sniffle, staring up at him with those doe eyes of yours that make him just a little extra crazed.

“alright,” he grunts, “gonna give you what you want then.”

his hips roll into you slowly at first, and then he quickly builds a fast rhythm—almost animalistic just like everything else he does. he’s rough and ruthless as he slams his fat tip against your spot, and yet his arms cradle you against him so carefully, encasing you in the warmth of his body. you can feel his hot breath against your neck as he moans, panting into the crook of your neck as you squeeze around his cock.

“that’s it—shit, never gonna get over this pussy,” he praises, hands gripping your hips tightly as he bucks his hips into you.

“feels good—‘s so good, fuck,” you gasp, legs hooking around his waist as you clutch onto him tightly. you can hear the sound of skin slapping echoing through the room, the slick sound of his cock bullying into your pussy in harmony with your soft whines.

“that’s it, baby,” he grins, “keep making those pretty sounds for me, yeah? fuck—you’re so tight,” he groans into your skin, biting into your neck and kissing along your collarbone.

“‘m close,” you whine, gasping when his thumb rubs harsh circles along your clit as his hips rut into you sloppily. he’s close too—you can tell from the way his moans are shakier, breathier, slightly higher in pitch as his cock drills into you.

“me too, princess,” he grunts, “fuck, ‘m gonna cum. gonna fill you up nice ‘n full. want that?”

you sob as the blunt head of his swollen cock hits your sweet spot, nodding and babbling chains of yes please and i’m close while he moans lowly with a low drawl of your name.

“oh—ryu,” you mewl as you come undone, walls fluttering around him as you milk him through your orgasm. he’s not far behind, your peak pulling him into his own, a low, drawn out moan falling from his lips as he stills and shudders over your body.

your lips find his, kissing him through his high as he empties his load into your cunt, hot ropes of cum filling you up with every twitch of his cock. he’s desperate as he ruts into you, moaning into your mouth and letting you swallow up every sound he makes.

“fuck, fuck ‘s good, baby,” he pants, “feels so fuckin’ good. god i love you.”

shidou is anything but soft—but sometimes he can’t help himself when it comes to you. sometimes he can’t help but soften up those rough edges for you as you offer up every bit of yourself to him.

he slumps over your body as he finishes, catching his breath as your hands roam along his back and feel over the taut muscles there too.

“i love you too,” you hum, “you and that big ass head of yours.”

“what can i say?” he chuckles breathy and low, making your core ache from the sound alone, “can’t help it when you can’t keep your hands off of me.”

you roll your eyes, but it doesn’t stop your hands from exploring his body—and it still has you in awe no matter how many times you feel it.

“i like you better when you’re asleep.”

“yeah cause then you can stare,” he snickers, biting your shoulder as you smack his arm with a huff.

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localspiderboy · 2 years ago

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Hello could you possibly do a fiona gallagher x ftm reader who is debby’s friend/tutor that usually gives her free home made food is she gives him something in return(ice-cream) and he is on testosterone and had top and bottom surgery

You Give You Recieve | Fiona Gallagher x FTM!Reader

summary: You and Fiona grow closer as she thanks you for looking out for her sister.

genre: fluff

word count: 458

DNI WOMEN/FEM ALLIGNED I have gn content that I have no problem with you interacting with :)

a/n: Love this! Thanks for sending it in, sorry for the wait. I kept it kinda short my brain is on a writer's strike lol. Sorry if she's ooc it's been a little bit since I watched the show. I feel so icky I've never written under 500 words lol but I'm getting back into the swing of things. Might expand on this! It's not really mentioned that reader is ftm but if I do another part I will talk about it more.

“Thanks again for helping me out y/n, and for the dinner.”

You smiled as you walked Debbie to her door, she had been coming to you for after-school tutoring sessions for the last month. It’s been a really big help for her you’re able to explain things in a way that makes it much easier to understand.

“No problem Deb, I made extra for Carl and Liam too, make sure to give it to them.” Just as she was turning to open the door her sister Fiona stepped out, on her way to take out the trash.

“Hey Fi!” Debbie greeted her sister quickly before she rushed inside, she must be eager to try what you made for her this time. Fiona and you both chuckle at her antics.

“Let me get that for you.” You offered and take one of the trash bags from her hands.

“Oh, you don't have-”

“Fiona.” You cut her off and gave her a look that she knew meant you weren’t taking no for an answer.

Fiona sent you a grateful smile and simply nodded her head. Together you both walked to the curb to set the trash out.

“Thank you again Y/n.”

You shrugged as you set the trash bag down. “Eh, no problem these looked heavy so-”

“Not for the trash.” She laughed. “For tutoring Deb and always sending her home with dinner.”

“Oh well yeah, I love Deb she’s a smart kid and I always seem to make too much so it’s no problem.”

You smiled at her and took the time to really get a look at Fiona’s appearance. She looked tired, she’s always tired. There were dark circles under her eyes, and her hair was in a disheveled ponytail. She must have just gotten off work. Still. She looked beautiful. You know she’s been picking up extra shifts lately. If you could do something to lessen her load you’d gladly do so in a heartbeat, hence the homemade meals you’ve been purposely making extra of.

Fiona and you had been friends in high school and have only recently gotten back in touch but it really feels like nothing has changed. Despite her not really being able to recognize you when you reconnected although you can't fault her for that.

“I wanna make it up to you, you know for taking care of Deb and everything.”

“Fiona you don’t have to.”

She had given you the same look you’d given her just moments before and it made you laugh, reluctantly you nodded accepting her offer.

“The place I’m working at has really good ice cream. My treat?” It was less of a question and more of a demand.

“How could I possibly say no to that?”

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frenchfrywrites · 3 years ago

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Le chasseur hypnotisé

MINORS DNI

Disclaimer: I haven’t the faintest idea of how to speak any french at all. whoops.

Warnings: dom top amab gn reader, sub bottom Rook Hunt, consensual hypnotism, overstimulation, spit kink, premature orgasm, possibly horrible french, possible ooc rook?, EN twst terms used

Rook is becoming burnt out.

It’s likely that no one would notice but you, for you watch Rook with almost the same intensity that he watches you. You can tell he’s getting a bit sluggish, a bit distracted.

It’s finals week at NRC, so everyone is stressed and exhausted, he’s a vice housewarden so he has that responsibility weighing over him, and he’s always observing everyone- especially you. For example, you know he likes to stay up late to watch you from afar until you fall asleep (plus he wakes up early to greet you in the morning).

You, loving him and wanting to support him, look into ways for Rook to relax. Especially since Vil is going to notice (and freak) if Rook’s exhaustion gets so bad that eye-bags form.

Bypassing all the usual self care tips and tricks you try to look into things that will be “extraordinaire” in Rook's opinion. After a while you stumble upon sex under hypnosis. Imagining Rook experiencing heightened pleasure, and being so relaxed and submissive to you gets you hot and bothered. You’re more than a little excited to tell him about your idea.

Tonight you open your window, and call out to him, knowing he’s watching from a tree nearby. This is certainly not the first time you’ve called him into your room, so when he enters, quickly and quietly, he goes straight to your dresser and changes into a spare pair of pajamas that he keeps here.

As soon as he exits your bathroom you speak up,

“You’re tired,” it’s not a question, and he doesn’t think to argue when you give him a pointed look. “Sleep with me tonight.” Rook's eyes widen just a bit. You don’t control his actions much out of the bedroom, and you suppose he’s a bit taken aback.

“Oh mon amour, has my absence caused you distress?” he slips into your bed, his typical routine long forgotten. You pull him into your lap easily, and kiss him gently.

“Just a bit. I’m mostly worried about how you’ve been pushing yourself,” you explain when you pull back. Rook wraps his arms around your neck and purses his lips, though he otherwise stays as unperturbed as usual

“I’m more than fine you know, I can take-” you cut him off,

“I know Rook,” you sigh, pushing some of his hair behind his ear, “but let me take care of you anyways, huh? Can’t I make you feel good and relaxed,” you flirt, fluttering your lashes playfully at him. Rook flushes,

“Oh cherie,” he coos, grinding himself against you excitedly, “yes please.”

“Good,” you sneak a hand under his silk sleep shirt, tickling him and making him giggle cutely as you do. “I’ve been researching,” Rook’s attention snaps back to you, a glint in his eyes

"I know," he says cleverly, "hypnotism, non?"

"Were you watching over my shoulder?" You ask, teasingly. This is not the first time Rook's figured out some surprise you've tried to keep away from him. He nods, proud of his ability to watch over you so well. "Well, did you see the bits about…” he watches you squirm, “I mean, have you ever heard of people having sex while the other person is hypnotized?” you try, hoping it doesn’t sound weird.

Rook is, predictably, unreadable. He stares you down for a bit, making you feel like prey (again, predictable).

“How bold,” he finally says, smirking just a bit, “you want me, Le chasseur d'amour, under your trance while you fuck me, hm?”

“Yeah,” your hand that's not under his shirt rubs circles into his hips, “I think it could be a nice way for you to let go of your stress,” Rook hums thoughtfully at that.

“Perhaps,” he closes his eyes as he considers it, “well I suppose I have nothing against it. Let’s give it a shot,” he offers you a warm smile.

You can’t help but smile up at him, “perfect!” You hoist him off of your lap, “lay back and get comfy, I’m going to get some things,” Rook does as he’s told. Rummaging around your room you ramble a bit, “I did a lot of research on this, so don’t worry! I won’t do anything without your consent. Also, if it doesn’t work that’s okay too,” you return to the bed with lube and items relating to hypnotizing. Rook looks up at you adoringly,

“I trust you cherie,” he says simply, reaching for your hand and squeezing it affectionately. You smile involuntarily, squeezing his hand back; your boyfriend is so charming.

Quickly you go over your plans, and how you plan on hypnotizing him, explaining what to expect and how you’ll handle the situation.

With him willing and ready you begin the process of hypnosis.

You watch as he slowly goes from attentive and observant, staring at you with his sharp, bright green eyes to looking like he’s lost in thought, every part of his body relaxing into the bed beneath him, his eyes unfocused and clouded.

“Rook?” you try, wondering- though it’d be highly unlikely- if he’s fucking with you, “are you hypnotized?”

“Yes,” Rook responds slowly, and when the fact that you actually succeeded in hypnotizing him sinks in you let out a shaky breath, feeling lust stir in your loins with excitement.

“Um, okay, right,” you get your bearings as he stares up at you. “When I snap my fingers, you’ll come out of the trance. You will feel relaxed and sleepy when you come out of the trance. While hypnotized you will answer my questions, you will watch me, you will be open with how you feel, you will tell me to stop when and if you want me to stop. Do you understand?”

“Oui,” he responds, much slower than usual.

“How do you feel?”

“Pelucheux,” he slurs. You hum,

“Think you could answer in English, baby?” you run a hand through his hair.

“Ah, désolé, sorry, ahm,” he pauses, “fuzzy and fluffy and soft,” he exhales slowly, “good, very good and relaxed.”

“Good,” you’re glad to hear that, to say the least. “Let’s get you feeling even better, huh?”

Rook watches you through lidded eyes as you undress him slowly. It’s so strange- even a bit funny- to see him like this. Typically his eyes are sharp, watching each movement you make like a hawk. Now he blinks leisurely, like he might fall asleep any second now.

Once he’s undressed you kiss him gently. The kiss is void of all the passion you’re typically met with when you normally kiss him. You pull back, only a little disappointed. Kissing will have to wait until he’s out of his trance. For now you have other plans with his mouth.

You tap on his pretty, pink, plump lips, "open." Rook obeys immediately. Carefully you sink two fingers in, pressing down on his soft, wet tongue. He doesn’t make any moves to swallow around the intrusion, just stares blankly. As your fingers explore his mouth, drool seeps out of the corners of his lips.

You know you’re hard, just from this. You want to put your dick down his throat, want to watch him gurgle and drool around it. You’re sure he wouldn’t gag, no matter how deep you press yourself into his mouth, for he’s too relaxed for that. You’ll save that for another night though, because tonight's about him.

After a moment you pull your fingers out of his mouth and bring them down to his chest. Rook’s nipples are already hard, and when you touch them he moans loudly, his jaw still dropped from when you’d commanded him to open his mouth.

You lean over him, playing with one of his nipples as you stare into his glazed over eyes. Rook looks fucked dumb already, waiting for whatever you do next. You gather saliva in your mouth, and then spit into his mouth. He lets out a soft gurgled moan at the action, the sound fueling the arousal growing in your loins. He keeps your spit in his open mouth blinking at you slowly. "Swallow," you command, and only then does he think to do that.

“Good boy,” you move back to suck on the nipple that you’re not playing with. Rook continues to watch you- per your instructions- pliant and submissive under you, unlike how he usually arches his chest into your touch. He looks beautiful, so pliant and dozy under you.

When you feel satisfied from playing around with his chest, you move lower, kissing your way down his torso. By the time you reach it, his cock is hard and leaking, red and flushed, like it’s screaming to be touched. Looking at it reminds you that you’re hard too, but you bypass your pleasure to focus on him.

Finally you take him into your hands, stroke him once, twice, and then he’s cumming. It shocks you to your core, for he’s never cum that fast before. His mouth is open in an ‘o’ shape, drool passing past his plump lips as he groans something only barely similar to your name. His green eyes stay trained on you, his hips still as the cum dirties you and him.

“Fuck,” it’s not eloquent but it’s all you can say right now. His dick twitches in your hold, “you’ve never uh… that was quick,” you state, still shell shocked. “What set you off?” It takes Rook a second to process your question,

“Nuh- normally I have more control,” he explains, blinking at you slowly.

“Oh baby,” you coo, your cock throbbing over how sensitive he is “feels so good to let go, huh?”

“Oui,”

“Can you do more, or should we stop for now,” you ask, stroking his thighs gently, and really hoping he lets you continue.

“Oh, oui, yes, more, please,” he whines. One thing stays the same regardless of Rook being in a trance or not: his stamina is unparalleled.

You take his soft penis into your hand, using his cum as lube to stroke him to full hardness again. Rook whimpers and whines at the slight overstimulation, but true to his word he has a lot of stamina.

Once he's fully erect again you take him into your mouth, sucking and swallowing what’s left of his previous load off of his length. Rook cries out your name, but stays still. He watches you through his lashes, looking dizzy with how overwhelmed and yet empty headed he is. His hands remain where they are, another abnormality considering he typically likes to hold onto your head.

Using your teeth you pull his foreskin down, and Rook squeaks at the mild pain; however he again stays perfectly still. You circle your tongue around his sensitive head then work him further into your mouth. His dick throbs as it slides down your throat, and all the while Rook- who’s certainly not a quiet lover typically mind you- has been babbling away.

“Feels so-ohh good chérie, fuck yes oh your mouth is- hah- paradisiaque,” you pull off his length to suck on his balls, “Mmm-ah, so good, so hot, merci-” he cuts himself off with a choked sound as you again pull away. Your dick is so hard it hurts, and you don’t know how much longer you can wait.

“Can I fuck you babe?” you ask breathlessly , rubbing his soft inner thighs.

“Oui s'il te plait fais,” you don’t have to understand him fully to know that means yes. You fumble for the lube while Rook waits patiently. Or, you suppose you’re not sure if he’s actually patient or not, maybe he’s screaming at you to hurry up inside his head.

Your wandering thoughts aside, you finally manage to open it and spread the lube generously along your fingers. “Alright Rook, I’m going to insert a finger, is that okay?”

“Yes,” he answers simply. You rub his hole gently before pressing into him. Rook is hot and- loose? It surprises you how easily you’re able to press your finger into him.

“Wow,” you comment softly, easily adding another finger, “you’re so open my love, can you feel how I already have two fingers inside you?”

“Oui, more please,” he answers. You hum,

“So greedy,” but you add another finger nonetheless. Rook’s response is to whine sweetly. He’s so pliant under you, opening up quickly, all soft and gummy inside. You curl your fingers into his bladder, aiming for his prostate. Rook cums again with a sob-like moan.

“There we go,” you finger him through it, “such a good boy, giving me another so quickly,” you watch his cum puddle along his abdomen. Rook whimpers, though stays loose and still under you.

“Okay to keep going?” Rook babbles something French and then,

“Yes, yes, yes,” you smooth his hair with your free hand, and continue fingering him with the other. You doubt that he needs any more stretching, but you scissor your fingers and gently massage his prostate until he gets hard again. As you do so he lets out little noises and half thought out sentences, some in English and some in French, and some so garbled you couldn’t even begin to understand him.

“Rook,” you catch his attention, “I think you’re stretched enough for me,” you tell him, slowly removing your fingers. He whines, which makes you smile because regardless of being sober or hypnotized some things will always be consistent with him.

You hastily strip yourself of your pajamas, and wipe the excess lube from your fingers on your cock, hissing at how sensitive you are. You’re unsure if you’ve ever neglected yourself this much while fucking Rook. Usually he is eager and persistent in returning the pleasure you give him. Again you find yourself smiling, because without the hypnosis you doubt he’d ever let you give him this much undivided attention.

To be safe, you coat yourself with a bit more lube, stroking yourself slowly as you look down at your lover. His legs are spread and still, his chest heaving with heavy, slow breaths, his arms are exactly where they’ve been since the beginning, and his eyes- god his eyes are the most noticeable change- stare up at you all glazed over and sleepy. The way he looks at you makes your cock twitch in your hold.

Gently you take hold of his hips and align your dick with his hole. “Let me know if you need to stop,” you remind him, kissing his cheek softly. Rook hums a soft “yes,” to show you he heard you.

Slowly and steadily you push yourself into him. You find no resistance. Rook takes you in like you were meant to be there, closing around you all hot, gooey, and soft. It drives you crazy.

As soon as you get yourself balls deep inside of him, Rook climaxes for a third time. His cum joins the puddle from his previous orgasm as he cries out your name, hiccups, and then begins to cry. You kiss his wet cheeks,

“You okay baby?” you ask softly, staying still inside him, rubbing his hips gently. Rook sniffles,

“Feels parfait,” he tells you, “je suis- I feel so full, always, and-” he hiccups a sob, “your dick is perfect,” he wails. You coo, kissing his face all over.

“Should I pull out?” you wonder if you’ve made him too overstimulated. Rook sobs louder,

“No, please, don’t-”

“Okay, shh, calm down darling,” and per your command he does. Rook’s breathing evens out and his tears slow. It’s a bit freaky, but at least he’s not distressed anymore. You rock your hips into him gently, and Rook moans appreciatively.

Ever so slowly you fuck him, watching for any signs of discomfort or pain. Rook seems to be taking you well, moaning and groaning with each thrust. You take a glance downwards to find that he’s half hard, his dick bobbing slightly as you fuck him.

“Want me to go faster beloved?” Rook whines,

“Please,” and with his consent you snap your hips forward, causing him to yelp. You set a new pace, faster and a tad rougher than your previous one. Rook seems to be enjoying himself, if the drool and constant babbling tells you anything. You pound into him, feeling like you’re probably not going to last long.

“Rook- fuck- you feel so good around me baby,” you praise, “look so good under me, so pretty, fuck darling, gonna let me hypnotize you again after this?”

“Oui, ah, feels s’good,” he slurs. You groan,

“When you get stressed, mmm, I'm going to get you- hah- dumb and empty headed so all you can think about is, ungh, my cock, you want that Rook? Want to- ah- only think about being fucked?” Rook moans,

“Already do, ah, mon cher,” he admits. You curse, feeling your climax quickly approaching.

“I’m going to cum Rook,” you pull out, saving yourself the mess, and stroke yourself off to the sound of his whines and whimpers. You finish on his cock, covering it in your cum. You watch as his dick twitches from the sensation of your hot cum on him.

When you come down from your high, you take a hold of his messy dick and stroke him with your cum. Rook lets out a high pitched moan, and you imagine if he were not hypnotized, he’d be arching his back.

“Cum for me darling,” and Rook does, giving you his fourth orgasm of the night. You stroke him through it, mesmerized by how he looks, taking it all in. You can only barely tell when his orgasm ends, since he stays relaxed and still and calm throughout it, but when he’s done you snap your fingers.

Rook groans, his eyes clearing up back to their typical sharpness, and you take your hand off of him, figuring he’s very sensitive. He sits up, looks at himself, then plops back down. You bite your lip, laying down next to him, kissing his shoulder.

“How do you feel?” you ask, filled to the brim with anxiety. Rook shuffles and turns to offer you a sleepy smile,

“Perfect,” he leans in to kiss you, “merci. I needed that more than I ever could have known,” he tells you honestly. You let out a relieved sigh, pulling him in close,

“I’m so happy to hear that! I was a little scared, because we’ve never done this, but you looked like you were enjoying things, and Rook baby, you were more relaxed than I’ve ever seen you. It was crazy. And-” you look over to find that he’s dozed off. With a soft laugh you run a hand through his sweat damp hair. You’ll table your thoughts for now; you’re sure Rook will have a million things to say about the experience when he’s awake anyways.

For now you’ll hold him until you feel gross and sticky, then clean him and yourself up carefully. He needs his rest, and you’re beyond delighted to know that you were the one who was able to give it to him.

#long ass fic wtf #started this during finals week... can you tell..... can you tell how i projected onto rook!?!?#cw hypno #cw spit #cw overstimulation #spice #sub twst #twst #rook

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helliontherapscallion · 4 years ago

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Adrenaline Junkie

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17

Spotify Playlist (collaborative)

Ages (oldest to youngest):

Philza- 32

Technoblade- 17

Wilbur- 17

(Y/N)- 16

Tommy- 14

Pairing: platonic!sbi x winged!sibling!reader

Warnings: near death experiences, mentions of depression, OOC sbi (this is my first time writing about them)

Summary: Philza finds out about your little “habit”

Word count: 1,962

You grinned as you flew through the air with your feathers glinting in the low sunlight. You absolutely loved the feeling of freedom you got whenever you flew. It always gave you a sense of calm when you needed a break from your family. You loved them of course, but you needed a break once and a while; you often felt drained if you didn’t take some time to yourself. The cold air rushed past you as you continued to flap your wings to keep you in the air.

You could not see the ground below you as you soared higher into the clouds, weaving in and out of them. Flying higher, you steadied yourself to look at the sunset. The mixture of pinks, oranges, and yellows blended together perfectly. You always loved the sunset, it was one of the only consistent things in your life. You wished that you could stay hovering hundreds of feet above the ground, but mobs were going to be spawning soon. The last time you stayed out past sunset you had almost gotten killed by a skeleton. Your dad had given you quite the lecture after he made sure that you were alright. You still had the scars on your arms from when it tried to shoot you out of the air.

You angled yourself so you were upside down, put your arms tight to your sides, and extended your wings fully behind you. You dove closer and closer to the earth, quickly picking up speed. The wind whipped around you as you gained velocity, getting closer and closer to the ground by the millisecond. At the last second, you fully extended your wings and drastically slowed your descent to the ground. The extra velocity you had made you soar up once again before you regained control and landed safely on the ground. The adrenaline that the skydive gave you was the most exhilarating feeling you’ve ever felt, and you were always craving it. Your dad didn’t find it as fun or exhilarating as you did.

“(Y/N) (M/N) MINECRAFT.”

Your father’s voice boomed from behind you. You could tell that he was in a lecturing mood without even having to look at him. He grabbed your arm and spun you around. Grabbing your other arm, he looked you up and down with worried blue eyes. After seeing that you were alright, his gaze hardened and he took a deep breath.

“Do you have any idea how dangerous that was?”

He rattled on and on about how you could’ve killed yourself, but quite frankly you didn’t care if you died or got hurt. In your opinion, the adrenaline you got was worth it. You had three lives you could spend, and if you did die, you wanted to go out with a bang all three times. What could you say? You were an adrenaline junkie through and through.

He started to drag you inside the house mid lecture. Swinging open the door, he pulled you towards the kitchen, where the scent of fresh mushroom stew wafted from the pot on the stove. Your brothers looked at you each with their own different reactions. Techno looked as stoic as ever, Wilbur eyed you with slight disapproval, and Tommy looked at you with awe and excitement. They must’ve seen your little trick through the window.

“(Y/N) THAT WAS POGGERS! YOU WERE SUCH A BADA-”

Tommy’s excited rant was cut short as he saw the stern look on Philza’s face. After a few moments of hesitation, your brothers were making small talk with each other with Philza occasionally chiming in. Poking idly at your food, you contemplated how you should go about apologizing to your dad.

You supposed that the best route you could go was telling him that you wouldn’t do that again, but you knew you would do it again. That was the biggest adrenaline rush you’ve ever gotten and you were already craving it again. You couldn’t lie to your dad, your wings always gave you away by twitching uncomfortably whenever you lied. On the other hand, telling him that you felt empty when you didn’t have adrenaline coursing through your veins was not an option. He already has enough to worry about with working to provide for four teenagers. Deciding that your best bet was to lie to him and hope for the best, you zoned back into the conversation around you. Tommy was ranting about how he had broken his favorite sword dueling Techno.

“-do you have any idea how long it took me to find that enchantment, Techno?”

Techno huffed slightly in amusement. “Actually I do because I helped you find that enchantment. We found it in the village together, remember?”

“Tommy,” Philza said tiredly, “we can get you another enchanted sword. Techno, you need to be more gentle with your little brother. You have to remember he’s three years younger than you, so he has less experience in dueling.”

Tommy grumbled to himself, busying himself with shoveling food in his mouth. Wilbur glanced at him with disgust.

“Do you have to eat like that, Tommy? It’s disgusting.”

“Well, Wilbur, it’s not my fault I’m hungry.”

“You’re eating like we don’t feed you.”

You usually enjoyed it whenever your siblings argue back and forth like this, but lately it didn’t make you feel anything. You didn’t feel much anymore if you weren’t pulling off impulsive stunts. Of course, you hid it from your family and acted like you did before. It was relatively easy since you were naturally a quiet person. You thought you were doing a great job at it, you pride yourself on your acting skills.

Dinner went by fast without anything notable happening. Since it was your night to clean up, you got to work after everyone parted ways for the night. You stacked the dishes left on the dinner table and got to work washing them. Luckily, since you lived with three teenage boys, you never had to deal with leftovers. You subconsciously stretched and twitched your wings, feeling restless without feeling the wind moving through your feathers. After you got done with putting the dishes away, you took a deep breath and set out on your search for Philza.

Walking into the living room, you saw Techno sitting near the fireplace reading one of his mythology books. “Hey, Tech. Do you know where Dad is? I need to talk to him.”

Without looking up from his book, he responded in his usual monotone voice. “Yeah, he’s up in his room. I think he’s going to bed early.” He paused for a second before looking up at you with sincerity. “You know, he was terrified when he saw you earlier. He thought that you weren’t gonna stop yourself in time. Hell, we all thought you were gonna die.”

That made you feel guilty. He already had to deal with providing and raising you four and he didn’t need anything else to worry about. You felt your wings droop slightly as you sighed.

“...Thanks, T. G’night, love you.”

You started to speed walk to Philza’s room without giving him time to respond. You needed to apologize to him and fast. Out of all your siblings, you were always the one to hate conflict and would always apologize first whenever you got into a disagreement with anyone. You were always the pacifist.

Walking past Tommy in the hallway, he tried to stop you to talk to you, but you ignored him with a dismissive wave of your wing. You heard him mumbling to himself as he started to walk down the stairs, probably to challenge Techno to a rematch. You nervously fluttered your wings, feathers occasionally brushing against the walls and causing you to shiver slightly at the small touch. Your hands were shaking slightly as you took a steadying deep breath and knocked on Philza’s door. Hearing his tired “come in”, you slowly opened his door. He situated himself so that he was sitting on the edge of his bed and gestured for you to sit next to him.

“Hey, Dad. I-I just wanted to say sorry for worrying you earlier. If I knew that it would stress you out, I wouldn’t have done it.” You sat next to him.

He sighed as he wrapped an arm across your shoulders, pulling you into his side. “I don’t care if it stressed me out. You could’ve gotten killed from a fall at that height. You could have lost a life. I don’t know what I would’ve done if you didn’t open your wings in time.”

“I know, I’m sorry.”

“Then why’d you do it if you knew that you could’ve gotten yourself killed? I just want to understand why you would pull a stunt like that, I’d never expect you out of all of your siblings to do something so dangerous.”

You took a deep breath as you contemplated your next words. You really wanted to tell him about how you felt empty without putting yourself in danger. You wanted to tell him that you didn’t feel like yourself anymore. Unconsciously, your wings started to twitch and pull themselves closer to your body.

You jumped when you felt something else wrap around you. You looked back and saw black feathers. Looking back up at your father, he looked at you with a concerned expression.

“Take a deep breath, you’re shaking hun.”

You looked down at your hands and to your surprise, they were shaking. You took a few deep breaths and clasped your hands together tightly while Philza rubbed comforting circles on your back.

“...It’s just that, I haven’t been feeling like myself lately, if that makes any sense. It’s like I can’t feel anything anymore without doing stupid things that could get me killed. It wasn’t the first time I’ve dived like that. One time I lost control and almost flew into lava-filled ravine.”

“...How long have you felt like this?”

“A few months now.”

Philza felt his heart break, how did he not notice that you were different for months? You could’ve gotten yourself hurt or permanently maimed yourself and it would’ve been his fault because he didn’t notice your mood shift.

“I’m so sorry I didn’t notice sooner.”

“It’s not your fault, Dad. I didn’t tell you anything was wrong. Please don’t blame yourself.”

“We can help you find something that’ll help you. Something less dangerous.”

“We?”

“Your brothers and I. They’ve been listening this entire time, weren’t you, boys?”

You heard shuffling and muffled voices arguing with each other before the door opened to reveal your sheepish brothers. Wordlessly, they all filed into the room. Tommy grabbed your shoulders and yanked you into a tight hug. You felt Wilbur hug your other side before he pulled Techno into the group hug also. You felt feathers tickle your cheek as Philza joined, wrapping his giant wings around you all. The family hasn’t had a group hug since you all started to hit your teenage years. For the first time in a while, you felt happy without risking your life.

After that night, you were right in your assumption that you’d be grounded (literally and metaphorically) from flying for a while while your family worked hard to find something safe that gave you a distraction. Soon, Wilbur found a book about the intricacies of redstone working and you were hooked. Sure, your family was rambunctious and a strange group, but you wouldn’t want it any other way.

#sbi x reader #winged reader #sibling reader #philza x reader #technoblade x reader #wilbur soot x reader #tommyinnit x reader #tw: near death #tw: depression #tw: swearing

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lostysworld · 4 years ago

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A healing touch – Kaz Brekker x reader

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 (final)

Pairing: Kaz Brekker x reader

Warning: OOC (I hope it's not too much in this chapter :D), a little bit of angst.

Summary: something inevitable happens, that causes you to reveal your true feelings

A/N: I hope guys, you'll like it) Also I was hit by the song "Paradise" by Chase Atlantic, and I think it's perfect for them here))

Masterlist

The weather is perfect. Perfect for visiting your friends in the Crow Club. You don't have any plans for the whole day, and not even for helping your parents in the bakery, so you decide to spend this morning with pleasure.

The anticipation of seeing Kaz is so strong, after yesterday's evening, that your fingertips are tingling with joy. Does it mean, he will finally start treating you another way, more...intimate.

But when you come up to the club's doors, two men from Brekker's guard block your way. As you want to ask what the matter is, Jasper appears behind their backs.

– It's okay, guys. Let me settle this, - he claps their shoulders and comes to you.

– What's going on, Jas? - it is strange, that you are not allowed to go further. The boy's glance changes from cheerful to sympathetic one.

– I'm afraid, you are banished, Y/N.

– What?! Kaz banished me?

What you could possibly do to cause such a move from the man. When you left him yesterday's night, everything was alright.

– I want to talk to him.

– Y/N, I don't think-

– He banished me from the club, and, as I suppose, from the Slat too, and if it's his decision, I will not argue. But I only want to know the reason, Jas, - for a second you are peering at each other intensely. – Do I not deserve it?

– You do.

– Lead the way, then.

You may be a ray of sunshine, as others see you, but you also have a strength to fight back, if it's necessary. And now it is the time.

The wooden ladder squeaks under your steps, and you can swear, that Kaz already learns about your presence in the club. Well, he'd better know.

On the last stair you step forwards in front of Jasper, opening the door in Kaz's office. The man is sitting behind his table, showered with different documents. Rapidly he raises his head to meet you in the doorway.

Jasper takes a step back and leaves you two for his own sake.

Brekker furrows, his jaw's clenched.

– As far as I know, you are banished form the club, Y/N.

– We both know, I don't obey your orders.

You look at each other with such anger and rage, but deeply in your chest you still feel resentment towards him.

– What the matter, Kaz, - you throw you hands up, coming closer. Brekker doesn't move, he doesn't even take a step back from you. – Have I done something wrong?

Your eyes are roaming across his face. Kaz looks tired, as if he didn't sleep that night at all, dark circles under his eyes become more visible.

– Nothing, - he stands out of the table, leaning on its side now with arms crossed on his chest.

– Nothing? Is it your answer? - the man is still silent. – Don't want to give me a reason?

Of course he doesn't have to, but you think, he will do it as your friend. Even if you see him as much more than a friend to you.

– Kaz, we are friends-

– Yes...'friends', - his voice is full of unhidden venom, that makes you furious and lost at the same time. – Your friends are downstairs, and you still can meet them outside of the club.

You still don't understand, but something tells you, Brekker won't explain you anything. He has his own strange reasons, and, like everything else about him, you just have to accept this.

The man waves you off.

– If it's all, - he switches his displeased gaze on you. – I still have a lot of work.

Is it the end? He just doesn't want to see you anymore.

– Of course, Mr. Brekker, - he flinches barely visibly from your addressing. – I will no longer bother you.

You comes out, slamming the door behind your back.

Kaz closes his tired eyes rubbing his face. What did you want to hear from him? What could he possibly tell? That he doesn't want you here because of the constant life-threatening? That he serves as a magnet for all killers in Ketterdam, and is afraid that you will pay his price?

You'd better stay in your little shiny bakery and never met him in years.

The sudden urge to abandon it all and stop you from leaving is overweighted by his common sense, and he just throws everything from his table in anger.

Kaz Brekker is never drunk, but now something is driving him to the bottle of whiskey in his drawer.

Even if the man doesn't want to remember this now, the day, when he first met Y/N, is so vivid in front of his eyes.

Flashback.

It is a winter evening, almost night, calm and snowy, and Kaz comes out of the Slat to find Jasper, whom all of them are waiting for discussing the next heist. And why he of all of people, should look for him?

It is cold, and the man shrugs his shoulders. His leather gloves don't bring him any warm at all and his fingertips start freezing.

After a half an hour of wandering across the town, he finally hears that familiar voice and sees Jasper along with a young woman, who the boy is hugging with one arm.

– Why should I search for you, Jasper, while you're having fun with another girlfriend of yours?

Brekker is grim, but after one glance at the girl next to Jas, he feels a bit confused. Her wide y/c eyes seem looking right inside his soul.

– I'm not his girlfriend.

As fast as the boy opens his mouth to explain, the girl cuts him off. Her voice is calm, but the man catches a sparkle of surprise in it.

Jasper waves her to Brekker.

– It's Kaz, he's my boss, - the girl steps forwards and extends her arms for a handshake.

– Nice to meet you, Kaz, - a mischievous sparkle shines inside her gaze. – I'm Y/N.

Her voice rings, not getting lost in a noisy crowd. The way the young woman calls his name sounds...nice, and Brekker blinks for several times to return his previous cold demeanor.

She still stands with her hand awaiting for his reaction, and when Jasper wants to say about Brekker's touch aversion, the man instantly grabs her hand in his and shakes.

– Kaz Brekker, miss.

Her touch is warm, he feels it even through his glove. And all of her radiates with warmness, actually Kaz thinks it's a smell of baked bread.

A knowing grin appears on Jasper's face and he decides to keep quiet instead.

End of flashback.

Slowly you became a part of the team, and Kaz wondered for a thousand of times, how natural your presence was. It felt like the Crows have been knowing you for their whole lives.

And now you are gone, and it is his fault only. But Kaz would better know that you're safe, somewhere far away from him and his doubtful fortune.

The chilly wind becomes colder, as you make your way around Ketterdam, deciding not to come back to the bakery after your fight with Kaz. Otherwise you couldn't escape your mother's questions.

Slowly your anger calms down, and while the night falls on the town, you find yourself near the Slat.

Knowing this area you would never appear here in this time of the day or without any company, like Jas or Inej. Like Kaz.

You shake your head. Kaz kicks you out of his club like you have never belonged there, severing all the ties between you.

You feel yourself like a little naive girl, who is twisted around the finger will all your trust and friendship stuff.

There is no one except you on a narrow dark street, where only one lamppost is lit. Suddenly you hear steps behind you, that are echoing from dull stone walls of slams.

You turn around to see two men coming to you, as cold shiver runs down your spine. No way it can end up well.

You fasten you steps, noticing that the two behind you do the same. When you start running, you already abandon all thoughts about escaping alive.

In the end you bump into a wall, that can mean only a dead end of the street. Perfect, just perfect. Intending to come back while it's not that late, you doesn't notice a dark side street between two old houses, that may be your escape route.

But you still hesitate, and when you refuse to go there, someone's arm grabs you and drags into the alley.

Instantly a gloved hand closes your mouth, in case you want to scream. This familiar glance of Kaz in front of you calms down your rapidly beating heart, that pounds in your throat.

You exhale in relief, and both stand like this until the strangers' step disappear. He is so close to you, there is no an inch of space in between, but his palm. Slowly, he drops his hand, making sure that you won't scream.

He looks at you intensely like this for some minutes, and when the street is empty and silent, Brekker takes a step back.

– What the hell are you doing! - of course you could thank him first, but just can't hold back these words.

– Follow me.

He nods and goes further, not looking at you, trying to bring you to the safe place. After some time you find yourselves at the Slat with no Crows on the first floor.

Without a word you come with him into his room. Honestly, you don't have a slightest idea, what he is going to tell you now, after you morning incident.

The door is closed, and it feels like your freedom is cut off by his own hands.

– When I last saw you, I was a whiny pain in the ass, - you arch a brow at him. – And now you are waiting for me on the streets to save from a pair of thugs.

Brekker is silently watching you and it starts to drive you mad.

– Did you bring me here to keep quite, Kaz? - you watch him turn with his back to you and freeze. – At least tell me, what were you doing-

– That is the reason! - Brekker slams his hand on the table surface, and you flinch. – You think, that I don't care, but it's not true.

– Kaz-

– I banished you from the club, because I simply don't want you dead. Or this day didn't teach you anything?

– So you don't want me here? - your gaze is locked on the man. – You just throw me out.

– Is it the only thing you've heard?

– Than why I'm here now?

You know, he wants you alive, it is his only intention, but it's time for you to settle this. When Brekker doesn't respond, you go on.

– Oh, I can tell you, why, - you take several steps towards him, and the man doesn't move away. – Because I'm much safer here, in the Crow club or in the Slat, doesn't matter. Any place, where you are, I'm safer, Kaz.

– But you...you deserve more than the Crow club or the Slat, - he comes up to you, leaving a short distance between. – You deserve so much more, Y/N, and I can't give you that.

It is enough. Your emotions overwhelm you, and all anger, resentment and longing for the man you love now turn into tears, that are just flowing freely down your cheeks. You know every thing, that Kaz thinks about himself, and you just want him to shut up. Only because he deserves more too.

– I'm not asking for more, Brekker. Why don't you see it?

– Why are you so stubborn? - Kaz shortens the distance, taking his gloves off. He is watching a stray tear on your cheek, but can't force himself to raise his hand and brush it off.

– Because I love you, Kaz. If you want it or not.

The man stays speechless. Not that he doesn't want it, but he just doesn't expect your feelings. He shakes his head.

– It won't end up well.

– It isn't supposed to end, Kaz! - his answer only makes you cry more, as you turn away from him, starting roaming around the room. Why should he always be like this? – Unless you want it to end, of course.

– And what do you want, huh?! - the anger slowly overflows him. – If everything stays like this, that will only give you another reason to hate me in the end, Y/N!

– What do I want? I want to spend my life with you, Brekker, every single moment of it, - you throw your hands up in displeasure. – But as I see, it's not mutual.

Kaz is still silent, and you only have to leave him be. You don't want to hurt him with your words, and knowing that, you'd better go away now.

When you go downstairs, you see Nina and Matthias, but don't even turn to her, calling you. You know, it's rude, but nothing matters now.

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nanaminokanojo · 4 years ago

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Play the Game | Nanami Kento X You | Part 5/8

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The autumn winds heralded more clement weather, carrying the tart scent of peaches and pine in the air. With the balmier weather, everyone in the estate had taken their opportunity to be outdoors. Nanami himself had been dragged out and was walking with everyone who cared to go to the private orchards when at breakfast, the groundskeeper announced that everyone can go peach picking.

He watched from across the table as the object of his attraction visibly lit up, your glorious blue eyes brightening exponentially. You loved peach picking and he loved seeing you all excited over small things. But it turned out to be something of a disappointment when your attention turned to Geto instead of him, inviting him to go with you.

“You’re coming, aren’t you?” you asked expectantly, giggling like a little girl when Geto nodded, placing an arm over your shoulder and hugging you to his side while he said, “Anything for my favorite girl.”

My favorite girl. He had to stop himself from being petty and scoffing at the very thought of it. His annoyance was further validated when you generalized your invitation, saying anyone who wished to could come, voiced out by Yuuji who pouted at you and said you should have been inviting him since he loved picking peaches as much as you did.

That was just how it was with you when it comes to Geto. You forget everyone around you the moment he makes an appearance, and it seemed Nanami wasn’t an exception. He could accept that in the past. Ever since, you had been vocal about your preference for the dark-haired man who spoiled you to no end, letting you have your way and without fail made you smile and laugh like you never do with anyone else. When their group would go out, travel or do something else recreational, you’d always be where Geto was, dangling by his arm. You mellowed out with him when you met Yuuji, but the truth is that Geto Suguru is your favorite among your older brother’s friends.

This time, however, he couldn’t rest easy with you interacting that way with said male. If he was being honest, he only agreed to go peach picking after Gojo made him tag along because he wanted to keep a close eye on you. He was also being obvious about it with the way he was trailing you with his eyes every other five seconds, the realization dawning into him when Shoko walked beside him, grinning as she took a long drag from her cigarette.

“If you want to be with her, just do it,” the woman told him, easily reading him as usual. “You look like you’re about to blow your top.”

Nanami just glanced at you, his eyes involuntarily flicking to your familiar figure now circling around Geto as you walked, your hands and arms animatedly making big gestures as you seemingly explained something to him. He felt his temper rise when the male grabbed your arm, pulling you towards him so he could wrap an arm around you, his dark eyes finding Nanami over his shoulder in a sly taunt.

Shoko clucked her tongue, shaking her head. “We all know, Kento.” She glanced behind her where Gojo and Utahime were walking. “Only that white-haired idiot seems to know nothing. Or he pretends not to know.” She sighed. “I can’t blame him though. She used to be this really cute bundle of joy, but look at her now. She’s a grown woman.”

He couldn’t disagree with that. He knew exactly just how much of a woman you have become physically and mentally. What he doesn’t understand was why you weren’t walking with him instead while you’d be sneaking around with him, stealing kisses and hugs from him since the previous day when the pair of you returned from the lake.

At the rehearsal the previous night, you had stuck to him like glue, not that he minded. You purposefully touched him even when everyone was watching, running your fingers over his arm, leaning against him while everyone waited for their turn to practice their part for the ceremony and holding his hand while he sat with you in the garden during breaks, all the while feigning innocence to your actions. You even went to the extent of wrapping an arm around his waist while Gojo was speaking to you. The man, obviously aggravated, narrowed his eyes at you before turning on his heels and leaving.

“God, he’s so frustratingly dumb,” you muttered under breath, watching him leave. Only you had the guts (and right if Nanami was being honest) to call your brother dumb. It somehow made Nanami think that you were really just doing things to get a rise out of Gojo for whatever reason or whatever complex you had with him, but what confused him was that you didn’t stop even if your male clone wasn’t looking.

It was no different at the dinner that followed at the restaurant the family had rented for the night. You purposefully said you forgot something, declaring that you will be riding with Nanami instead, tossing your car keys to Megumi who saluted him while snickering with Nobara. Yuuji, being the most annoying of your three friends, deliberately bumped against him and said, “Make the most of it, Nanamin.”

He would have smacked the boy at the back of his head if the conniving little sprite dragging him around didn’t pull him towards his car. “Wait for them to leave,” you told him as you boarded his car.

“I thought you forgot something.” His lips quirked upwards, already realizing what you were playing at, but before he could say anything more, you grabbed him by the collar, silencing him with your lips. That ended up with you two being half an hour late to dinner after that one kiss turned into a full-on make-out session in his car with you sitting astride his lap while he kissed you stupid.

When both of you finally got to the restaurant, he expected you to let go of him, but you boldly walked with him to your designated seats, holding onto his hand as you led the way. He did not miss the way your parents were looking at the two of you, but he pretended not to notice. Your father was rather approving which was a relief but your mom was just confused. He could just surmise that your friends were in on it when you ended up sitting on the same table, reserving two seats for him and you, further proven when you exchanged high-fives with Nobara who, in turn, winked at Nanami. Of course, he thought, they knew.

You engaged in conversations with your friends for most of the duration of the dinner, but you never failed to smile his way or wink at him when you think no one’s watching. You didn’t ride home with him since he had to drive stupid Gojo after he got too drunk to function and instead drove your car with your pals. You and your friends didn’t come back for another hour, but when you got home, you rifled through the house, loudly asking everyone where he was.

Nanami had to suppress laughter as he crossed the foyer on his way to the stairs and saw how you pushed past Suguru to make your way towards him, latching onto his arm and announcing to everyone that you will walk him to his room cause he might get lost. You had giddily stuck to what you said you’ll do when he noticed how your eyes were bloodshot and you had that odd smile on your face.

“Sweetheart, are you high?” he asked, gently holding you at arm’s length. He already knew the answer to his question when he caught a whiff of weed on your hair. Typically, he’d scold you, but the way you were tittering for no reason was just too adorable for him to handle.

“Don’t be mad,” you said to him, attempting to pout, but you couldn’t in your state. You then started poking his cheek that he eventually had to hold your hands away from him. When you finally stopped laughing, you blinked up at him and said, “I want you to kiss me.”

He didn’t have to be told twice as he pulled you to a side hallway, pushing you against the wall, giving you a peck. You whined loudly. “You call that a kiss?” you complained.

“Be specific, love. How do you want me to kiss you?” he teased, leaning his forehead against yours, trying hard not to laugh as he held you back, preventing you from touching him. He was already aware of how you could easily take the reins and dominate him.

You smirked at him. “Kiss me dumb. Pretty please with a cherry on top, Kento?” You seemed to have discovered that calling him by his given name has become his weakness, and you succeeded because in the next second, he was all over you, prying your mouth open with his tongue as he pressed you against the wall with his body. You submitted to his touches, pulling him closer, your sensuous lips and the sweet flavor of your tongue driving him insane. Before he lost control, he walked you back to your room, defeating the purpose of you walking him to his.

But now, he had to watch you being monopolized by Geto.

He sighed. He could trust Shoko to shed off pretenses for once.

“You okay?” she asked.

He nodded. “I know she’s really fond of Suguru, but I can’t help but –” What was it that he felt exactly?

“You’re jealous. It’s natural especially when she was all clingy with you yesterday.” She chuckled. Shoko couldn’t have been more right, but the scene playing out before him was the least of his problems. It ran deeper than just the moment at hand.

Nanami promised to keep it a secret as Geto’s friend although it killed him a thousand times when three years ago, just a week before the time he had to haul you out of a bathtub after your cocaine episode, the male came to him, confiding that he wanted to pursue you romantically.

“Good luck on that,” he remembered telling Geto, feeling that same pang of envy pervading his system, but then the latter said, “It’s just that she said she likes someone else.” He looked at Nanami sharply as if he was angry at him for some reason, but retracted to his easy-going mood. “Forget I said anything. I can’t have her.”

“Why is that?” Nanami asked then.

At that, Geto smiled, sadness crossing his features. “I don’t deserve her.”

At odd to his words three years ago, Geto was as close to you as ever. You’re obviously still very fond of him. Still, Nanami wasn’t sure what the intention was behind Geto’s calculated actions. The man was just as aggravating as you are with your mutual penchant for games and keeping people on their toes.

Shoko stole him back from his reverie. “Just put a label on it already. She likes you, too, you know.”

“How do you know that?” he asked.

“Seriously?” She burst out laughing then. “Men are such dense creatures.”

“That’s offensive.”

“So is your obliviousness.”

“What does that even mean?”

She shook her head, her laughter dissipating. “Talk to her and find out.”

“I saw what you were doing with Kento last night.”

You looked at Geto who was walking beside you, not really knowing how to respond to his observations and settling for twirling the wicker basket you were holding. He flashed you a knowing smile, already used to your behavior when you were puzzling something in your head, caught up in your own bubble.

“I’m not as frustrated about Nanamin as much as I am with Satoru.” You sighed, remembering how your brother just walked away when he saw you holding onto Nanami, annoyed as if he thinks you were just trying to rile him up. “He’s so dense with things like this.”

“You’re one to talk,” Geto stated frankly, snickering at your appalled reaction. “On a more serious note, why?”

Letting up on your scowl, you said, “Well, he’s being a bitch about how I never tell him anything anymore. He asked whether I liked Nanamin and what was going on when I was being very obvious. I kissed the man in front of him, for heaven’s sake.”

“Sweetie, that’s not straightforward at all. You know yourself better than anyone, and seriously, even I get all confused as to whether you’re just messing with everyone, not to mention that you’re so erratic that we just don’t know what to expect from you.” Geto eyed you placatingly, letting you know that he was being earnest.

You easily laugh and smile because of him, but he just as easily offends your by being so brutally straightforward. You’re realizing that now that he was acting more like your older brother, and you knew you couldn’t get offended when you wanted assurance. “I just want to include him all the time but his reactions are so fucking infuriating. He treats me like a kid crushing on his friend if anything.”

“So, why not talk to him about it?”

“I don’t want to sit down and talk to him about it as if I’m asking for permission or approval. I love Satoru to smithereens – don’t tell him that – but he doesn’t get a say about what I want in life especially not where the people I date are concerned especially since he seems to have an aversion to me being attracted to any of you guys ever since I turned twelve.”

Geto chortled. “So you’ve been crushing on Kento since you were a kid?”

You made a face at him, punching him on the arm. “No, idiot. I liked you first.”

His eyes widened in surprise. “What?”

You momentarily stopped walking. “Yes, but then I found out what a womanizer you are but I won’t even venture into that. I’m not really fond of martyrdom,” you deadpanned.

Not even hiding his affront, he walked back to your spot and flicked you on the forehead. “I’m very offended you’d say that to me!”

“It’s true though.” You laughed, reaching over to squish his face before walking around him in circles. “If you think I’ll cry over your pretty face, you couldn’t have been more mistaken. Besides, I don’t want to share.”

“Now you’re just being a jerk.” He placed a hand over his chest, feigning insult. “I’m hurt, baby.”

“You deserve it for kissing that cheap model wannabe in front of me on your first runway show.”

“My, my. Your tongue’s loose today. Tell me more.”

“I settled for thinking I’ll just steal you from Satoru to be my best friend. Well, that’s before I met Yuuji. I guess I was just really jealous of what you and Satoru had. I wanted everything he had anyway until I realized that’s now how it works and there were things about me he couldn’t have either. Makes it fair.” You chuckled, finally making it in front of him. “Like that personalized plush bear you gave me on my eighteenth birthday. Man, that was huge.”

Laughing with you, he held onto your arm, pulling you close to him, glancing behind him.

“What are you looking at?” you asked, still giggling.

“Your boy toy would have killed me with those looks he’d been throwing at my direction since breakfast,” Geto whispered to you, making you look over your shoulder, too. There, you found Nanami, looking so breathtakingly gorgeous with the rakish way his hair had been styled and his chiseled physique outlined by the long-sleeved running top he had on. He’s been dressing more casually recently much to your satisfaction.

“Don’t call him that, He’s not my boy toy.” You couldn’t help but smile like an idiot. “Sometimes, I have to stop myself from jumping his bones.”

It was Geto’s turn to make a face at you. “Sweetheart, I love you, but don’t say those things to me. Anyway, are you two together now?”

You tensed slightly and shook your head. “That’s up to him.”

“What?” He scoffed. “In case you’re not aware, you’re a prize. Don’t go doing all the work.”

“I know.”

“He should fight for it, too, if he wants you.”

“So Yuuji says.”

“He’s right.” Geto stopped walking, placing his hands on your shoulders. “You know I love you right?”

You nodded, poking fun at him. “More than your hoes, I hope.”

He clucked his tongue, rolling his eyes at you. “I’m being serious here. You may think I’m a hedonistic bastard who only thinks about getting laid all the time, but you’re a different story, sweetheart. I treasure you like Satoru does, and if I see something wrong, it’s my duty to tell you.”

Seeing the somber look on his face, your smile dropped. “What are you getting at?”

“I don’t want you to get hurt,” he began. “Kento is a good man, better than Satoru and I combined to tell you the truth. But when it comes to things like this, he has the tendency to be indecisive.”

Your heart dropped, feeling nervous all of a sudden as your eyes widened in fear at the prospect. “Are you saying he doesn’t like me?”

“Honey, he loves you. I know so.” He snorted. “Bastard can’t even resist you anymore by the looks of it, but trust me when I say he’s going to over-analyze things because there are so many things to consider instead just going for it.”

“You mean Satoru?” you griped.

“One of them anyway.”

“O…kay.” You pouted in perplexity. “How would you advise me to proceed?”

Geto finally let up on the seriousness, bursting out laughing. “The gods are fair, aren’t they?”

Understanding why he was laughing, you punched him on the arm again. “I know I’m dumb at this, but at least try acting like the older, more mature one here. You should be flattered I’m coming to you for shit like this at all.”

Still laughing, he pulled you close and hugged you, planting a chaste kiss on the top of your head. When he was calm enough, he breathed out and squeezed you tighter. “Talk to him and be direct about it.”

You decided to approach Nanami when you spotted him alone under one of the trees, reading a book. The forgotten basket of peaches beside him, only half-filled, was indicative that he forgot about the activity at hand and is in his own world again. You adored his quiet side, the way he kept to himself, unafraid to be alone and always comfortable in his solitude, so much so that you hesitated to disturb him.

Quietly, you stalked towards him, making sure not to make any sudden sounds, but being him, he was immediately able to perceive your presence.

"You have a very dark taste in literature as a child," Nanami spoke when you’re within earshot, sensing your presence.

You frowned, sitting beside him, confused at first but upon seeing your battered copy of "Coraline" sitting on his lap, you understood what he meant. "Where did you find that?"

"In the library." He finally met your gaze, his expressions unfathomable. "I remembered you gushing about it when you first read it."

You nodded in understanding, but couldn't quite keep your mind in the conversation, plagued with thoughts of what Geto told you earlier. He was saying something about your fascination for the horror genre, but you cut him short, saying, "Can I ask you something?"

Nanami tilted his head slightly at the question, his quizzical gaze prompting you to proceed.

"What are we?" you blurted out, your blue eyes quite unable to meet his dark ones. You don't exactly know what was making you behave with such uncertainty. After all the times you had been confident where he was concerned, you were suddenly scared. You didn't fear being rejected by anyone. It has always been the case for you since you’re younger, but you were afraid of not knowing, of not being sure.

Nanami looked at you, deep in thought for a few moments until he finally told you, "That's up to you, isn't it?" His tone had a bite to it.

Unable to place where he was coming from at the moment, you hesitated. You rummaged through your head about what his response to you could imply, frowning when you came up with nothing. "What?" you said, thinking it better to ask.

"You heard me." He shrugged, opening the book to the page he was reading. By the looks of it, he was trying his best to ignore you.

You fought the urge to pose barb at him, too, wanting nothing but to get a straight response from him. "Why is it up to me?" You totally didn't understand, thinking it ought to be a decision the pair of you should make. Wasn’t that how it worked?

Silently cursing at the whole situation, you contemplated on your past relationships. All of them seemed less complicated. They liked you, you liked them. You decide to date, and when things don’t work out, the arrangement is broken off. High school and college boys were irritating to say the least, but you were expecting it to be a lot more straightforward with Nanami because he’s a mature adult. Now it seemed like you were in one of those previous relationships again.

“Elaborate on that,” you prompted him, seriously at a loss.

He closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Is this another game of yours?"

To say you’re appalled by his odd line of questioning was an understatement. Unable to control your emotions anymore, you stood up. "What are you talking about?" You burst out laughing without mirth. For once, you’re being direct with what you wanted. For once, you weren't playing and yet all you get are questions being thrown at you.

"Go play with Suguru. He seems to enjoy your antics more than anyone," he told you coldly.

"What are you on about?" you demanded from him. “I’m asking you a simple question.”

Nanami flashed you a tired smile. "Nothing."

"Nothing?"

He also stood up, obviously exasperated. "Look, I honestly don't know what we are. I'm not sure." He sighed when you eyed him in disappointment but that expression turned into icy indifference very quickly.

"You don't know," you repeated, nodding. "Okay. I see how it is."

For the first time in years, you felt stupid, so much so that you felt like tearing all the hair off your scalp. You didn't understand what was wrong with Nanami but so many thoughts ran through your head at the same time. You thought you might have asked too early. You thought maybe you read things between the two of you wrong. On top of all that, you felt so overwhelmed with anger over his response that you couldn't think straight, but you were also afraid of saying anything else in case your inner demon decides to jump out.

Turning away, you started walking away. You heard him call your name but you didn't look back, suppressing the urge to go back to him and instead storming out of the orchard. You didn't understand what the dull ache in your chest meant but you knew you couldn't handle it.

-end of part 5-

*I used “you” here, but since my character is Gojo’s little sister who is established to be his female clone for reasons essential to the plot, she possesses the same blue eyes and white hair. I did not exactly want to create an OC (although technically, I did by describing Y/N), but I opted for the best of both worlds in this fic, leaning more towards the literary aspect of it as opposed to it just being reader/you-oriented. I hope this isn’t iffy to anyone, and yeah, i’m not being exclusive or whatever.

Thank you so much for reading. Likes, comments and reblogs are deeply appreciated! Hope you enjoyed it.

PHOTO/IMAGE/GIF/FANART CREDITS TO THE RESPECTIVE OWNERS.

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miss-nov · 4 years ago

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Over-Emotional: Danny Phantom Oneshot.

Original idea by @amabsis on their post right here!!

[Originally written on a reblog of the prompt but it went all screwy and left an incomplete version so I made it it's own post and I've made a few grammar and spelling edits. Sorry for any confusion!!]

(This is the first thing I've ever written for the DP Phandom so I apologize if it's a little OOC)

⚠️(TW: DESCRIPTIONS OF A PANIC ATTACK AND GORE!!!!!)⚠️

Danny drifted through the skies of Amity Park, following the streets which were slick with recent rain. The stars twinkled merrily above and the beams from the street lights seemed to buzz through the comforting, crisp air. Not a sound disrupted the mellow atmosphere and ghosts had appeared to leave tonight alone and retired to their lairs. A soothing night such as this would have been Danny's favorite; it would have been a much needed break from his overly stressful life.

Yet Danny couldn't shake off the creeping apprehension even as he twisted in and out of alleyways back into the lit roads.

His parents had been working tirelessly on a project that they wouldn't tell him and Jazz about. Jack, their father, would always jump at the chance to describe what he was doing and couldn't keep his antics quiet for long. Maddie's, their mother, eyes would have brightened as she recounted the innovate idea she had conjured and the necessary calculations she could toy around with. These facts coupled with Jazz and Danny casually inquiring about their latest project would make them incredibly ecstatic.

But whenever the two had asked about it, put off by the unusual quiet of the parents, had only been given an amused smile and an occasional wink.

Tonight, before Danny's patrol and during dinner, Jazz had managed to weasel some information out of them. Though, it left more questions than answers.

"So, you guys have been in the lab a lot recently," Jazz said conversationally. "Working on some new ghost stuff? It seems important if you're spending most of the day down there."

Maddie had given her a deliberate look like someone who'd finally decided to take a second cookie.

"It's our greatest invention yet," she said lowly and excitedly. "I think your dad and I have found the solution to our little ghost problem."

The siblings gulped and tried to suppress their shudders.

"It's not going to hurt them is it? Phantom and the other ghosts." Jazz's voice was even and didn't show a hint of a tone shift.

"Surprisingly, no. No harm will be dealt to them. It's not like they can feel anyway. That's exactly the problem," Jack chimed excitedly before going back to his ectoplasm contaminated lasagna.

"Besides, we wouldn't want to hurt the object of our daughter's affection. We all know about your crush on Phantom," Maddie teased but then added with a small frown. "Though it's not healthy to have a crush on ghosts at all."

Jazz gave an aggressive gagging noise and Danny was torn between hysterical laughter and a gag of his own. Dinner resumed as normal —well, as normal as you could get being a Fenton— and Danny took note of the fact his parents had refused to say anymore.

Danny was busy going over and dissecting the conversation and lax in his attention to his surroundings by the inactivity that he didn't notice the two shadow-cloaked figures tailing him. The taller one with a broader build was holding an intimidating gun, that looked like it was straight out of an eighties sci-fi movie, on his back.

Maybe I should head back, Danny thought to himself. I have so much homework due and a test tomorrow. A pop quiz in calculus and a lab in science. I have to meet Nathan at my study hall period and at lunch. Liz needs my help…

On and on the list went as Danny subtlety started flying home. Just thinking of things that needed done was making him more anxious and tired.

"Phantom, we'll have you now," Jack cried, his voice echoing in the hollow streets.

Danny turned around, slightly aggravated when he was struck by a violet beam and plummeted, crashing to the sidewalk.

"Jack! I told you to wait," Maddie chastised as they walked over to Danny who had barely sat up.

His head swam and Maddie and Jack looked like the reflections of a carnival fun house mirror. Though his vision corrected itself quickly.

"I think you might have given him a concussion. But that doesn't make sense, ghosts don't have brains," Maddie said, slightly confused. She reached out to gingerly place her fingertips on Danny's temple and he flinched.

"Don't touch me!!" Danny had yelled louder then he meant to and his voice came out with an extra echo; like he had been about to use his ghostly wail. The three stilled before Danny began crawling backwards, keeping his eyes on Jack and Maddie at all times.

"I don't wanna hurt you," Danny whimpered and tears sprang to eyes like a line of men ready to battle. Why the hell was he crying!? He didn't cry easy, at least not of late, and he'd been in these situations and worse without crying so why was he breaking down now??

Maddie looked at him with wide eyes and her hand, which had still been suspended in shock, dropped to her belt and Danny panicked.

"Don't hurt me!" Danny tried to pick himself up to fly, to get the hell out of dodge but when he went to stand his vision and black an —god why were his veins burning with adrenaline???

Danny's chest was caving, that was the only explanation as his ribs seized and threatened to crush his lungs. His heart had left its place and sprinted from the back of his throat down to right beneath his collarbone before starting all over again. Has his hands always been this sweaty??? Tremors wracked through his limbs —he couldn't deal with this now!! He needed to finish his Hamlet essay, and review his history notes, and hadn't Liz asked him to buy popsicle sticks for their art project??? That's what he had forgotten!! He can't think of this now!! Maddie and Jack could easily catch him now —but oh, God was he screwed when —if— when he went to school the next day.

"Phantom, you're having a panic attack," Maddie said calmly.

"No, shit there, Sherlock." Danny bit his bottom lip to prevent another scathing comment from escaping. Usually he had better control of his mouth believe it or not. He put his head between his knees, closing his eyes and trying to focus on, well, nothing. He felt tears slip from his eyes and barely stopped himself from screaming.

"You know what a panic attack is?" Jack titled his head as he scanned over his shaking form.

"Jack did you put the settings up too high while we were following him?"

"Of course not! I was very careful not to bounce anything out of place. You've Done the math, four times, it should be perfectly calibrated." Jack twisted the purple and silver metallic gun in his hands, giving it a thorough look over.

"What the fuck are you two talking about!!" The scientists' head whipped back to see Danny's eyes glowing a tad brighter than before and his mouth transfixed into a snarl. Maddie slid a careful hand to her holster.

"Our newest invention. Ghosts, well most of them, are just whispers of feelings that people once had. They can't actually feel and so they do bad things or... or they mimic human behaviors really well to make it seem like they do, like they're human." Maddie's voice trailed off at the end as if seeing if he would explode.

Danny felt that normally he would have but he started to hyperventilate. How was he going to reverse it??? Was there even a way to do so or did they not include a reverse button by mistake (on purpose?) like they had mistakenly put the 'on' button inside the portal??

"We're going to take you to the lab. Check your... concussion and to stabilize your mood. Run a few tests..."

Ohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodoh—

They would strap him down and cut and lay his chest open like a butterfly steak and their hungry eyes would roam over him and their hands would devour him by pulling at his nerve endings and removing his organs and Danny would scream until his voice was hoarse and then some like a helpless lamb. Would he bleed blood or ectoplasm when they drained him? Would they take turns as he bleed out?? Or would they flow out together like some sort of demented, holiday dinner?? Or—

"Phantom! You need to calm down." Maddie was at his side (when had she gotten there?) and was squeezing his hand. Danny briefly noted her eyes were filled with worry as her goggles hung at her neck. "Just breathe with me okay, please."

"Breathe with her, buddy" Jack, who sat on the other side of Danny, whispered as he gently rubbed circles on the boy's lower back. "It's gonna be okay. We aren't going to hurt you."

Danny wanted to say a smart aleck remark about them not having the same sentiment five minutes ago but instead focused on his breathing. He faced his head skyward and tried to count the stars. Nothing but him and the stars, no home— just the stars.

Danny was reminded of the time he went stargazing with the rest of his family. A rare occasion as Maddie and Jack seemed to always be working. They had smiled so big at him as he pointed out constellations, awestruck. Jazz had nodded along as she listened attentively with a smile of her own. The night hadn't been more clear in months and more stars then usually were out. The picnic blanket they laid on was soft and him and Jazz had rested in between their parents and God they had been so happy then—

Danny let out an involuntary sob. The melancholy seemed to come from the depths of his chest but at least it seemed to push out the panic.

"Phantom," Maddie asked as she huddled closer to him. Phantom, not Danny. It hadn't really bothered him before; they didn't know it was him so why would they call him by his name?

But it still made him cry harder. He wanted to tell them. He wanted to so, so bad.

Jazz had urged him to tell them. But Danny had always been afraid. Scared that they wouldn't want him anymore.

Now the sadness had overwhelmed the fear and the panic. He felt so isolated even when his parents were next to him, right there, trying to coax him into being calm. He had to tell them. He had to do it now because he wouldn't be this impulsive again.

He felt the white rings gloss over him and heard Jack yell out "Phantom". When it was over he heard them gasp.

"D-Danny," Maddie choked out.

"I'm so sorry," Danny said through his tears. He chanted it over and over again as his parents reassured him that he had nothing to be sorry for and that they should apologize.

The three sat there for quite some time, huddled close and crying together.

Soon they would head home and take care of Danny's quickly healing concussion and reverse the effects of the gun. They would ask questions tomorrow after school but, for now, they tucked him into bed, something they hadn't done since he was eleven, and gave him their good night kisses on his temple before creeping to their room unaware of Jazz watching them from her bedroom door. She would text Sam and Tucker an explanation and ask them to give Danny the answers to the homework in the morning. She slipped into bed and fell asleep.

The streets were barely slick with rain anymore. The stars twinkled merrily and the street lights buzzed. The crisp, cool air was calm and mellow. The night soothing and the Fentons were a family once again.

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