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invidia ii
a (very belated) christmas present for my beloved wife @iwaasfairy who has, for two years straight, begged me for more shinnosuke content. i hope you like it bby! kuroo tetsurou x female reader, kuroo shinnosuke (oc) x female reader part i w.c 3.1k tw: noncon/dubcon, slight daddy kink, (forced) infidelity, yandere themes, nsfw, smut, age gap, i guess hints of breeding kink, dilf kuroo
“Why did your parents split up?”
Mid-way through pulling on a pair of old, grey sweatpants, mopping at beads of water from his shower still rolling down his bare chest, Shinnosuke throws you a curious look, but shrugs easily enough.
“They weren’t ever really ‘together’ to begin with. They tried the whole co-parenting thing to start with but mom… they never loved each other. Hell, I don’t even think they liked each other most of the time beyond–” he breaks off, his nose wrinkling in distaste. It almost makes you laugh. “Anyway, dad always said she had one foot out the door from the start. Dad was the one who stuck around to raise me.” There’s no animosity in his tone, he says it like it’s the simple truth. You’ve never met the woman, never having shown up to any of the Nekoma games, his graduation, any of it. You’ve seen a picture or two, overheard the odd phone call, but for as long as you’ve known him, the only real parent in Shin’s life has always been his dad.
If there’s anyone he idolises, it’s his father.
Which is why the words that he says next – casting aside the damp towel in the general direction of the laundry basket (boys) and sauntering on over to join you in bed – take you entirely by surprise. “We’ll go visit her in Golden Week. I want her to meet you.”
And again, the words are just that; words. Shin kisses you, a sweet peck on your lips, and wastes no time in scooping you back into his arms and settling back with a contented sigh. They’re just words, but there’s this look in his eyes when he says it that makes you think he means something more.
Your stomach flutters.
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‘You really wanna break his heart like that, kitten?’
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“Still not feeling any better?” Shin asks, brushing your hair back to feel your forehead. The beginnings of a frown start to take shape, teeth gently burrowing into his bottom lip, but he straightens and sighs, and that hint of discontent smoothes over like it had never existed in the first place. He strokes your hair again and offers a small, sympathetic smile. “No temperature, that’s gotta be a good sign, right?”
You’re a coward.
“It’s not my head, I just…” don’t have any visible, plausible symptoms for the fake illness that’s currently keeping you curled up in Shin’s bed. Away from the creep who’d smiled and fucking winked at you Christmas morning. “I just feel off.”
“Poor baby,” he coos, laughing when your face screws up and you swat at him.
Right now, swaddled in his hoodie, his fingers carding through your hair and that stupid, impish, almost believable grin beaming down at you, you want to forget. To pretend.
Because there’s a pit in your stomach. A bitter, gnarled, seething mass. This moment right now, in Shin’s bed, it’s like glass, paper thin and already cracked, it can’t possibly last, and yet you’re clinging to it so desperately, head buried in the sand, willing yourself to pretend, from one heartbeat to the next, that what’s happened won’t break the two of you.
That your stomach doesn’t threaten to upend when you catch sight of those hazel eyes peering down at you – the same shape and shade as his father’s.
You shudder out a breath, and what little levity there was between you two gets sucked out with it. Shin’s expression gutters.
Yeah.
His fingers don’t leave your hair, though. Playing idly with the strands as though the suffocating tension in the room doesn’t exist at all. “Dad’s taking us out to dinner tonight,” he tells you. Reminds you, because you knew all of this beforehand. Everything but the party. “Do you want me to run by the pharmacy to get you something?”
Another tap at the fractured glass.
That’s Shinnosuke all over, isn’t it? You might’ve been the manager back in the day, but it was always Shin who kept an eye on his team, on you, to make sure everyone was good.
“No,” you shake your head. “I’ll–” the words get stuck in your throat. “I’ll see how I feel in an hour or so. ‘m still a little tired.”
“You want some tea, sweetheart?”
‘Shh, sweetheart, you gotta keep it down.’
A cold sweat breaks out on the nape of your neck. No. No, no, no, no–
“Baby?”
You flinch like he’s slapped you, jerking away from the hand he’s wound in your hair. The startled look he shoots you borders on wounded, but you’re already squirming towards the edge of the bed, stumbling to your feet like a newborn foal. “Bathroom,” you manage to eke out, your voice sounding far too strangled and hoarse to pass as anywhere near the realm of fine.
Shin doesn’t follow, doesn’t so much as utter a word – all kicked puppy confused – as you throw the door closed behind you and collapse back against it, a sweaty, ashen mess.
He usually calls you love. Baby. Princess when he’s being a little shit.
Sweetheart’s a rare one.
Your heart races, a runaway train pounding in your chest. His eyes, his touch, sweetheart, sweetheart, sweetheart.
Another shuddering breath in. Out.
Fuck.
There’s a knock – not at the ensuite door, the sound’s too muffled for that, and you didn’t hear Shin’s footsteps (though you’re not sure you would, over the pounding in your ribs) meaning that the knocking’s at his door.
There’s only one other occupant in the house. Though you try your damndest to fight it, there’s no stopping the wave of panic that stabs through you. Shin’s door creaks open, soft voices barely creeping through the gap in the door, and your fingers go rigid, nails clawing at the black and white flooring as though you can ground yourself by breaking through it instead.
You don’t realise you’re crying.
Not until the droplets splatter on the tiles by your feet.
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You should’ve left days ago.
After Christmas, when you’d ducked out from under Shin’s arm and lurched for the nearest bathroom, when it’d finally clicked for him that you violently hurling your guts up wasn’t the result of a simple hangover, you’d tried. Short of admitting the truth – and swinging a bat at the bees’ nest – convincing Shin to leave his dad’s place goes about as well as drawing blood from a stone.
He’s even less thrilled about the prospect of you going back by yourself, leaving him to spend what’s left of the week with his dad like they’d planned.
There’s only so far you can push without breaking something. You, probably. You and Shin, almost definitely.
Even so, you might’ve had more of a backbone if he hadn’t been so… Shin. All coaxing and concerned. Logical to a damn fault.
‘You don’t wanna be stuck in a car driving for hours when you’re feeling shitty, love, and besides, dad’s place is bigger than ours. Comfier. You’ll probably be on the mend by tomorrow anyway, so there’s no point in us heading back.’
If you weren’t trying to salvage what’s left, or maybe clinging to the idea that you can – and want to – then it would’ve been easier just to go.
You wouldn’t still be here, stuck in the house of the man who’d– who’d raped you.
You wouldn’t be avoiding your boyfriend’s eye.
You would’ve screamed the whole house down before Kuroo Tetsurou ever bent you over the kitchen counter.
But the gentle extrication in the early hours of the morning, Shinnosuke’s lips brushing against your cheek, the sleepy rasp of his voice as he mumbles a quiet, “Love you,” before slipping away – you barely stir, cozy and safe and content.
He loves you. Shin loves you.
A while later – minutes, maybe, or hours, it’s hard to tell when you’re still in the grips of sleep – the mattress dips under Shin’s weight, and those strong, sculpted arms seek your warmth again, you only sigh and lean back against him.
“I love you,” you whisper, not yet willing to open your eyes and face another day of lying to him.
The arm slung over your waist curls tighter, his face nuzzling into your neck. The kisses he leaves there aren’t affectionate, exactly, they’re not gentle, when teeth catch, nipping sharply at your skin, only to be soothed by a lave of his tongue.
And the laugh that rumbles at your back – a shade off your boyfriend’s – is anything but nice.
“Yeah? Fuck, you’re sweet in the morning.”
This time, you don’t hold back. You shriek, kicking out like a wild thing – or you would have, if Kuroo’s hand hadn’t clamped down on your mouth, if his weight hadn’t shifted so that rather than lying curled up behind you, he’s half on top of you, pinning you down to the mattress with a thigh lodged between yours.
“Uh-uh-uh, we were doing so good, kitten. Don’t you wanna be daddy’s good girl?”
Your only answer is a ragged noise, torn from somewhere deep inside of you. He chuckles again, grinds against you, his cock a thick, unignorable presence pressed at your ass. There’s nothing but the thin cotton of your sleep shorts separating it from you, and from past experience, that barrier won’t do much to deter him for long.
Kuroo rolls you onto your back and slots himself nicely between your legs. Naked, you realise with a fresh stab of fear.
You scream the moment his palm leaves your lips to capture your wrists, scream for Shinnosuke – for anyone – so loudly that it feels like you’ll bleed for it. Let him come running, find you pinned and squirming, terrified beneath the man who raised him.
Let it be the final crack that obliterates everything.
If Shin sees you like this, utterly petrified, on the verge of being raped again and still thinks it some kind of a betrayal, let him choke on it. You don’t care anymore, you just want someone to stop this.
(Shin wouldn’t, would he?)
But Kuroo only snickers. Leans over to lick along the edge of your lashes, where hot, glistening tears are already spilling over, trickling down to disappear in your hairline. “Your boy’s not here, but we don’t have long ‘til he gets back. You’ll forgive me if we bypass the foreplay this morning, right, sweetheart?” You shudder, goosebumps prickling where his breath washes over you, and you squeeze your eyes shut and violently – pointlessly – shake your head. “We’ll have to save eating your pretty little cunt for next time.”
All too eager, he hungrily captures your lips again and yanks down your shorts, taking your panties along with them.
Christmas morning, you’d been shoved face down over the kitchen counter while he’d fucked you from behind. You’d give anything for that distance right now. At least then you hadn’t had to endure his suffocating warmth, having him squeeze and grope at your tits over your old, threadbare tee.
You wouldn’t have to writhe away from his mouth while he rucks your bare thighs up either side of his hips, dragging you closer.
Even with your eyes screwed tightly shut, you can’t pretend that this isn’t happening as Kuroo spits and a heartbeat later the thick head of his cock slowly – agonisingly slowly – splits you apart.
You forget how to breathe.
Eyes popping open and back arching up into his chest, your fists clutch desperately at the sheets of Shin’s bed, trying to squirm away, only the grip he has on you makes sure there’s nowhere for you to escape to. He’s big, long, mostly, and you’re too tight to take him easily, especially without any prep. The spit doesn’t help any, and Kuroo doesn’t care, groaning out in pleasure as inch by inch he pushes himself deeper, until at last he’s seated firmly inside of you. “Good fucking giiiirl,” he purrs, a kiss pressed to the tip of your nose.
A tiny, drawn out whine is all you can manage when your lower half radiates pain.
“Gonna fuck this perfect pussy nice ‘n full,” he tells you. “Give you everything you need, sweet girl. You can take it. I know you can, you just gotta breathe for me.”
But unlike last time, he doesn’t allow you the luxury of a minute to adjust. His hips draw back and punch forward, jolting another mewling gasp from your lips. And again. And again. The pace isn’t violent so much as intense, like each thrust ignites something inside of him that burns for more.
He clasps your wrists in one hand, pants into your open mouth between frenetic kisses, groans out your name in that shuddering gasp.
“Mine,” he pants, beads of sweat dripping from his chest, his chin, rolling down onto you. “You’re daddy’s girl– fuck!”
Your cunt reacts accordingly, flexing around his cock, easing its passage so that the wet, lurid sounds of him fucking you quickly fill the air. A betrayal that has your cheeks flaming.
The muscles in your thighs burn, Kuroo all but forcing them back towards the bed, his weight driving into you with fervour. A quick adjustment to the angle of your hip and his cock hits a spot deep inside of you that has you choking on a moan of your own, a burst of bright, sizzling pleasure bleeding through the pain.
Kuroo grins ferally at the sound of it. Drops his weight on an elbow and bucks into you, hitting it again. Your inner walls twitch, squeezing and slick, dragging noises from you that make you wanna burn with shame – that, or cut yourself loose entirely. You can’t muster resistance when he swallows them down, sucking on your tongue, moaning into your mouth. His momentum turns rabid, his hand no longer encircling your wrists, but entangled with them, pressing them down to the mattress. “Almost… there…” he grunts, gasping as he curls over you, abs flexing.
A shudder rolls through him, his hips faltering just as something vital shatters inside of you, toes curling, white hot pleasure exploding from your core, rippling through your whole body like the aftershocks of an earthquake. With your pussy spasming around his cock, your body taut and locked with pleasure, Kuroo hurtles off that cliff right alongside you, a strangled noise somewhere between a moan and a growl escaping him as he pumps your cunt full of his seed, all but collapsing atop of you afterwards.
It takes a minute before he peels himself off of you; pushing himself up, braced on elbow so that he’s not crushing you entirely, Kuroo waits, buried inside your warmth, for you to stop trembling with the after effects of your orgasm, for his cock to soften and both of your breathing to even out.
Waits for those glazed over eyes to focus back on him and once again fill with tears, stroking a hand through your sweat-dampened hair as he does so.
“You should go take a shower before Shin gets home,” he says after a minute or two, his voice a low purr. “He can’t be far off.”
But aside from rolling off you to allow you up, Kuroo makes no moves to follow you, or so much as get up off the bed. Naked, his cock soft and glistening with your juices, one knee propped up, he watches you stumble like a newborn foal into the bathroom (only half managing to close the door behind you) with damn near predatory intent, a smirk teasing at his lips.
It’s where Shin finds you a short while later, curled up on the floor of the shower, shaking through silent sobs.
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Shin doesn’t let go of your hand the entire trip home.
Uncharacteristically sober, he says little aside from the occasional murmur to check in with you – always unanswered – and keeps you tucked close, as though a fraction of distance between you might pry you from his side entirely.
The hours pass in a haze of… nothing. Your tears dry. Numbness takes over. You move like a robot, Shin guiding you every step of the way until you cross the threshold of your apartment.
He never asks what happened. You suppose the smell of sex in his bedroom and the bruises and love bites scattered over your body tell the tale well enough. Shinnosuke’s never been stupid. He’s not dense.
He’s not heartless, either.
In the sanctity of your tiny, shitty bathroom, you shower again. A proper shower this time, with the water turned up full blast, scrubbing viciously at your skin– or at least, you do until he steps in and takes over. You’ve never thought of your boyfriend as particularly gentle, but he pries the loofah from your hand with a delicacy you didn’t know him capable of and takes care of you, cleaning you up with a tenderness that borders on reverence.
You pretend not to notice how his eyes (so like his, sharp and hazel) narrow into a scowl every time he spots another bruise, another mark left by his father. Once or twice his fingers begin to ghost over them, burgundy fingerprints on your thigh, a love bite sucked into the delicate skin above your collarbone, only to catch himself, swallowing tightly and resuming his task like he’d never faltered in the first place.
When you’re done, he dries you both off and helps you into fresh clothes – a pair of comfy sweatpants and an old hoodie of his and guides you back to the living room, setting you down into his lap on the couch.
“I–” his voice is hoarse. Quiet, especially in the stillness of the apartment, and when you glance his way, he awkwardly clears his throat and takes a deep breath. “I went to the pharmacy. I thought– I thought…” he trails off again, dropping his gaze. “I’m such a fucking idiot.”
Your heart twists, and it’s your turn to comfort him. Or maybe you’re comforting each other, shifting slightly in his lap so that you can wrap your arms around him and draw him in close, burying your face in the crook of his neck and breathing in the fresh, clean scent of him. “No. I– it wasn’t…” but the words don’t come. You flounder.
What are you supposed to say? It wasn’t his fault? Wasn’t yours?
You should’ve said something earlier? Should’ve fought back harder – against both of them, should’ve grown a spine?
A beat passes in the tense, thick silence, and when it becomes clear that you’ve got nothing for him, he makes an odd sort of huff that sounds almost irritated. You frown a little, but you don’t fight it when his arms pull tighter around you, when his cheek comes to a rest against your hair and his hands seek yours, curling around your wrists and stroking at the skin there.
“We’ll get through this,” he vows. “I love you, this doesn’t change anything. It won’t change anything.” His lips meet the crown of your head in a soft kiss. “You’re mine. You’ll always be mine.”
#yandere haikyuu#yandere kuroo#yandere kuroo x reader#yandere kuroo tetsurou#yandere kuroo tetsurou x reader#oc: kuroo shinnosuke#tw: noncon
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Reliving the past - Kokushibo x F!Reader (Ongoing)
Summary:
Kokushibo x Reader - MANGA SPOILERS! Continue reading at your own risk!
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Kokushibo, also known as Michikatsu Tsugikuni who's been a demon slayer himself before turning into a demon. His life as a human was as happy as a man could wish it to be. His wife was the source of his happiness until everything has been taken away from him because of an incurable illness his wife suffered from.
He lost everything and he promised himself that even if it took thousands of years, he will find the soul of his wife again. That's why he accepted the demon king's offer to become a demon over 500 years ago.
He was beginning to lose hope until one day he had finally found her. His beloved (y/n), more than 500 years later. A woman in her 20s who looked exactly like Kokushibo's long lost wife. She was her reincarnation.
But how will she react when he tells her?
Read the story to find out!
❗⚠️EXPLICIT CONTENT⚠️❗
• I do not own Demon slayer or any of the characters.
• I only own the storyline/plot and a few OCs here and there.
Story started: 2024.08.01.
Story ended: ~Still ongoing~
Disclaimer (MUST READ)
This short disclaimer is as important as the story will be itself, so please don't skip, read!
The most important thing:
NO MINORS! Or at least no minors who are not mature enough for such explicit content I am going to write in this story. So if you are under at least 18, read at your own risk! I'm not a sensitive, merciful person when it comes to mature content! So seriously if you are uncomfortable with themes like very detailed smuts/lemons, violence, kissing or whatsoever I suggest you to leave right now... And don't blame me if you've read further. I don't take responsibility for losing your innocence. Always remember that I warned you ✌️
This book contains spoilers from the manga about Kokushibo, so if you don't want to get spoiled, leave.
Okay, let's start...
As in my other stories, I would like to thank you for clicking on my book and giving it a chance! It really means a lot to me ❤️
What I give in exchange for clicking on my story is nice adventure! Something that my crazy mind created...
Those who have read any of my other stories know what kind of writing style I have, but for those who are new, I'm going to tell a few things:
• I usually write about 2000 words per chapter. However there are times when I make it a bit longer if there is a lot happening according to the plot. I think 2000 words for a chapter is the most comfortable to both write and read.
• I am a merciless person when it comes to cliffhangers so bear with me. I try my best with updating, and there are times when I'm so into writing that I might publish two or three new chapters in a week/month. It depends on my free time.
• Speaking of which... Yes I do write in my free time just like most of the fellow fanfiction writers here. I have a life, a family with two kids, so please be patient and don't ask for an update when I just updated. (Of course badly waiting for it is something else, but I'm not going to force myself to write if I don't have time or if I'm not in the mood)
• I LOVE drama, fluff, angst and dirty minded scenarios. I honestly live for these kind of themes so prepare for an absolutely nice adventure if you are as rotten as me when it comes to mature content ✨
• Yes the story will contain smut. (How could I not include any in it ತ‿ʖತ) I know that somewhere deep you all seek for quality smuts just like me... That's why that those chapters will definitely be longer than my usual 2000 words. Yes you read it right 😌 if you don't believe me, peek into one of my latest stories for proof.
• I won't always put a warning before the chapters, because sometimes I forget about it. Oh and be sure to get the whole world's holy water for yourself. (Honestly I think it's going to be useless. We are all going to rot in hell for liking these kind of books but if all the hot anime men are waiting for us there who cares 🤷♀️)
• Also I am very cruel because I try to describe feelings as detailed as possible. This is both true to happy and sad feelings. Make sure to always have ice cream in your freezer. If you don't have any, come back here, I am giving them away for free. Extra popcorn is free as well. Choose to your liking: 🍧🍨🍦, 🍿🍿
• I do love plot twists and make my readers confused or fool them with these twists so be prepared 😈
Things I appreciate:
💟 I love any kinds of feedback. Let it be comments, votes or messages. It makes me want to write more and update more frequently to satisfy your needs. So if you have anything to say, feel free to do it! I always appreciate it!
💟 If you have any fantasies in your mind you want to see throughnout the story tell me! There are no limits. (If you knew how dirty my mind is you would run away I swear)
A few more things that are important:
° My first language is not English so I apologize for any kind of grammar mistakes, I try my best. (Typos don't count)
° I'm not going to follow the anime's timeline and plot since this story will be about both the past and the present. I mean, there will be a few things included from the original story to bring life to my book and be close to the world and the characters from Demon slayer, but this is a fanfiction where I am the boss 😎
° You may also find me on Archive of our own (Ao3) and Wattpad so you don't have to dm me and tell someone stole my work if you see the story there. My username is the same.
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° I do not own the anime/manga, nor the characters. They all belong to the dear creator, Koyoharu Gotouge.
° This fanfiction was created for fun.
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° I only own the storyline and a few ocs here and there throughnout the story.
Reliving the Past - Kokushibo x Reader
Written by: Hungarian Shinobi
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My hero academia stories:
Overhaul x Reader - FORBIDDEN: An alternative universe where Overhaul is not a yakuza. He's a doctor. He's married and y/n has a huge crush on him for a long time. No spoilers! (Completed)
Overhaul x Reader - From haters to lovers: Going mostly by the anime's timeline. The title says it all. Spoiler alert! (Completed)
Dabi x Reader - When I was your man: Y/n works as a prostitute. The story is about how Dabi wants to get her back because they broke up. Also it tells their story of their meeting and progress. (Completed) Spoilers about the truth of Dabi!
Dabi x Reader - Our Destiny: High spoiler alert! If you haven't read the manga or don't know the truth about Dabi and don't want to get it spoiled, don't read! Y/n and him know each other since childhood. Toxic relationship. (Completed)
Demon slayer stories:
Uzui Tengen x Reader - His Princess: A story in which (y/n) is part of the Rengoku family. Tengen is a teasing, flirtatious bastard and she wants to avoid to fall for his charm. But of course she fails eventually... (Completed)
Rengoku Kyojuro x Reader - F#cking Professor Rengoku: The title says it all. Teacher and student relationship. Kyojuro in the beginning is different, but later he turns into the sweet, caring boy we all love. (Completed)
And of course the Kokushibo one we are talking about:
Jujutsu kaisen stories:
Fushiguro Toji x Reader - Red flag? I'm colorblind (Ongoing)
Ryomen Sukuna x Reader - His favourite Obsession (Ongoing)
Hunter X Hunter:
Chrollo Lucilfer x Reader - The Devil's Angel (Ongoing)
-Hungarian Shinobi
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Chapter 1
Author's note: If you haven't read the previous disclaimer chapter, please do now! It contains important informations! Also, this book contains spoilers about Kokushibo from the manga, so if you don't want to get spoiled, leave. If you don't, then don't blame me for getting spoiled. 🤷♀️
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Two person. A husband and wife who were hopelessly in love with each other from the start. They were both lucky enough to find something rare, something that's one of a kind and true, which was their pure love for each other. Two souls who were meant to be and found each other more than five hundred years ago from the present we know as the modern world.
Of course, love isn't always perfect. It isn't a fairytale or a storybook. And it doesn't always come easy. Love is overcoming obstacles, facing challenges, fighting to be together, holding on and never letting go. It is a short word, easy to spell, difficult to define, and impossible to live without. Love is work, but most of all, Love is realizing that every hour, every minute, and every second was worth it because you did it together.
And that's exactly how Michikatsu Tsugikuni and his wife (y/n) Tsugikuni, formerly known as (y/n) (l/n) existed.
Their love was one of the purest, the dearest, almost, only almost obsessive and addicting. Ever since they first met, they both fell in love with each other way before actually realizing it. The times they met on the village streets, or the times they happened to bump into each other in the market while shopping for food, they both never wanted to part ways whenever it was time to say goodbye.
All these small meetings led them into dates, initiated by Michikatsu, who wooed her with his best abilities to catch the young woman's attention which of course succeeded, since (y/n) found him just as attractive in both looks and personality.
It didn't take long for them to begin a relationship and soon get married. Things happened quite fast, but back in those times it was normal for a couple to start a life together as soon as possible.
As a demon slayer, Michikatsu brought home more than enough money for them, so they never really had a problem. They had everything they needed. A pretty house with a pretty garden. They couldn't have asked for more. Being there for each other was the most important thing for them.
(Y/n) was always happy to wait for her husband to come back home from his dangerous job. At the same time she was always worried for him of course, but she trusted him and believed in him, knowing no limits, because she loved him.
Everything seemed to be fine in their lives together...
That is until one day a plague, known as 'black death' was around the corner, growing fear in every people.
They were lucky enough to avoid it for a long time, but then, tragedy reached the happy married couple too. The women fell sick.
"Michikatsu..." the sick woman called out to him, laying on her futon in their once shared bedroom. She was feeling weak. She knew that death was haunting her and the plague could end her life in a short amount of time.
It was one of the worst nightmares back in that time that could happen to mankind. Most victims died within four to seven days and (y/n) was suffering from it for the fifth day now.
She continued, her voice weak. "You shouldn't come this close to me... You might... get infected..."
The young man was on the verge of crying, kneeling by the edge of her futon, desperate to hold her hand, but he knew he mustn't. He was clutching his pants over his thighs, thinking about what he could do to ease the pain for his beloved. He shouldn't be near her at all, but he couldn't stay away. He wanted to see his wife. He didn't want her to suffer alone.
"My love, you can't ask me to leave you alone." He replied. "Especially when you suffer like this. We vowed to be there for each other through thick and thin, didn't we?"
"That's true... But I don't want you to get infected and die." With half closed eyes, his wife responded.
The man took a deep breath, before speaking up again. "The only thing that will end me will be the moment you die. How am I supposed to continue my life without you?"
"You must..."
"My life has no meaning if you are not by my side anymore. You are everything to me, darling. You know that..." The man was having a hard time fighting back his tears as he spoke through gritted teeth. "How could I-" his words got caught in his throat, holding back a sob.
His wife had a hard time breathing properly as she felt herself getting weaker. "My love..." She called out to Michikatsu, making the man dedicate all of his attention on her. It was hard for the both of them not to make any physical contact with each other. "Thank you... for everything..." she gently smiled. "I love you... and will always love you in the afterlife as well..."
"(Y/n)-"
"I'm sorry... I wish I could stay by your side for longer..."
"You don't have to apologize. It was me who failed to protect you, my love."
He blamed himself. Though of course it wasn't his fault at all. They were simply unlucky. For those few years of them being together, they stayed loyal and true to each other. They greatly cherised, trusted and respected each other no matter what, even when this tragedy happened.
The moment his wife stopped breathing, Michikatsu couldn't hold back any longer, his tears were falling on the tatami floor, his entire being full of sadness and sorrow. He was screaming. The pain he felt in his heart was like non other. He has never experienced such grief in his entire life before.
Seeing his wife's lifeless body in front of him made him feel like his entire world has burnt into ashes. He no longer had a reason to live. It was his wife who gave sense to his life. That's why it was an unbearable pain for him.
She was gone. He wailed... he cried... he screamed... as loud as he could, hoping that if she can hear him on her way to heaven, she would turn around and come back to him, wipe his tears and be with him as they promised each other.
"What a tragedy..." A deep voice from a man, surrounded by a cold, powerful aura found the crying man's ears.
The grieving man turned over his shoulder, only to see a tall male standing in the center of the opened sliding door. The darkness of the night and the rain behind him made it impossible for him to see his features. All he saw was two crimson eyes glowing on the mysterious man's face.
However it was enough for Michikatsu to identify him as nothing but a demon. He was ready to charge at him, gripping his katana beside him, yet somehow he didn't move a limb. Somehow he knew that this demon was different and he wasn't here to harm or consume him or his deceased wife.
And he was right. The demon had an offer. An offer which was tempting enough for Michikatsu to accept and he did. He no longer had a reason to stay here anyways.
He glanced at his wife's beautiful face for one last time before standing up on his feet and leave with the demon, soon turning into one himself, gifted with this power by Kibutsuji Muzan.
He felt like this was the greatest chance of his life. He lost everything and promised himself that even if it took thousands of years, he will find the soul of his wife again, because he believed that her soul will sooner or later find a new body to merge into.
Throughnout the years more demons joined the king. Among the upper ranked ones, Michikatsu, now known as Kokushibo was exceptional. Not only because of his strength, but his way of living. He had permission for many things the others didn't. His only task was to stay loyal to the king of demons and obey to his orders beside searching for his long lost love's soul.
He believed that she will reborn. He believed he could find her. Time didn't matter to him, since he was immortal. His only weakness was the sun, like every other demon's, so he could only continue his search at nights.
For hundreds of years his hope didn't falter. He was strong and determined enough to believe that he will find his wife. No matter what he has to do, he would do it in a heartbeat to see and talk to her again...
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More than 500 years later...
(Y/n)'s POV:
"Congratulations, honey! We are so proud of you!" My mom said as she smiled along with my dad and three siblings as we sat in a restaurant at the same table. My mom called me here, telling me she needs to talk to me, and it turned out that they wanted to surprise me with this small dinner to congratulate me for moving up one step on the ladder in my job.
They were always sweet and dear to me. They were the main supporters in my life. Always there for me, always helping me whenever I needed it.
"Thank you." I smiled back at them.
My 10 year old sister leaned closer to me. "So does this mean that you can buy us more gifts?"
"What?" I laughed.
"You will earn more money now, right?"
I blinked at her and patted the top of her head.
"Yes!! Sis will buy us more presents than before!" My 8 year old brother yelled. My mom and dad immediately shushed him, because everyone in the restaurant were looking at us.
"Geez, you are so loud." My 16 year old sister spoke up this time. She was just like them when she was smaller, but she is a teenager now, so she mostly likes to be alone. She loved our younger siblings nevertheless. She just had a hard time showing it most of the time.
Meanwhile my dad spoke with the waiter who took our order and soon when our meals were done, we ate peacefully. Well, almost. My younger siblings always had something to say, but that's how it goes with kids I guess.
After our dinner my family went home together and I was left alone. I thought about my co-worker's offer on drinking with him to celebrate my promotion, but instead I texted him that I feel tired and want to go home.
I was certain that he was crushing on me, but he wasn't really my type. I wasn't lying though. I was really feeling tired. This day was a long one and I needed to rest.
'It's fine. Maybe next time. Good night to you (y/n).' he texted back to me.
Hopping in my car I fastened my seatbelt and drove off soon. At least the traffic wasn't as bad in the evening as in the mornings. Sometimes I rather go to work by train, because despite the crowd it's faster to get there.
My apartment wasn't anything special. Just a simple, cozy apartment with my belongings. Nothing luxurious, nothing more than necessary. A place where I can go to at the end of the day and start a new one after waking up. A place where I can be safe. The landlord and the people who lived in this building were all kind and nice to me. Fortunately I never had any problems with my neighbours.
Everything was perfect. Well, almost... Expect for one thing.
I knew that I should be grateful that I have no major problems in my life, yet I always felt like it lacked something. Every single day were the same. I woke up, went to work, spent time together with my family and friends and came home at the end of the day. The same cycle kept repeating as if I was stuck in a time loop. There was something I was missing, but I didn't know what it was.
Deep down I felt it. A kind of feeling similar to the one when you are so hungry you could eat a horse, but you don't know what you want to eat, and end up opening and closing your fridge all the time, in hope of finding something new in there you didn't see before.
There was something undescribable that made me feel empty...
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My OCs' jersey number explanations ramblings ^_^
Tsubasa - #13 (usual jersey)
Tsubasa's birthday is February 13. So purely in terms of personality, Tsubasa is egocentric and self-absorbed enough to use his birth date as his preferred jersey that he insists on wearing
Now onto the meta stuff:
Well we all know 13 is the cliched bad luck number in Western culture. Tsubasa in his backstory has many unlucky circumstances surrounding his life. Btw I know Gesner is #13 in BM but let's be honest Tsubasa is more important (my beloved oshi). I think it can also have a double meaning, unlucky number 13 as in you're unlucky to be against him rather than the sole fact that he, himself, is unlucky.
Tsubasa is a self-reliant person & player who always preserves so it can be a case of someone "making their own luck" no matter the circumstance as well.
He has a lot of strange beliefs and conventions so being symbolized by a superstitious number also fits him thematically. For example he believes in angels and the death-rebirth cycle and other such not scientifically proven to exist things.
Tsubasa's character has a theme surrounding an obsession with "death" both literal and symbolic (as his goal of self-realization and also his definition of "change" lies in "death" in his own mind, hence the obsession with "dying", and to him "death" is "repentance" for what he "has done", which according to him is "being born").
The death-rebirth cycle samsara is a Buddhist belief. In Japanese beliefs about Buddhist deities, there are thirteen Buddhas who also play an important role in traditional funerals (once again bringing it back to the theme of death and rebirth in his own personal belief system + as well as the fact that he veers spiritual).
The number 13 itself in astrology and tarot readings is sometimes associated with transformation and rebirth, and the End of one cycle onto the beginning of another. The "Death" card is number 13 in the major arcana - the card itself also symbolizes renewal.
In Japanese & Chinese numerology: 1 + 3 = 4, "shi" = death, traditonally four is considered unlucky in Japanese culture even if 13 itself isn't.
#42 - U-20 match jersey specifically
4 + 2 = "shini" = "to death", again considered an unlucky number, in Tsubasa's case more so means "I'll play to death", i.e. "I'll play until I'm renewed". It's also pretty edgy and contrarian all things considered since a superstitious Japanese person would usually avoid having this as a jersey number.
Mael - #5
Mael's jersey number as well as most things about him are meant to be ironic in some way/bully him.
In Japanese numerology, it's considered a lucky number. It's also associated with the Chinese concept of the "five elements"/Wuxing, so it is said sometimes that number 5 brings luck and blessings, which Mael lacks from birth.
The deficient destructive cycle in Wuxing is the fifth phase "counteracting" (fire evaporates water, water destabilizes earth, etc) -> Mael has a reactive and explosive personality that is harmful to him and others lying within his trigger prone behavior.
In Christian numerology, number 5 symbolizes grace and God's unwavering love towards humankind, which is again ironic because Mael is born in an unfavorable situation and struggles to move on.
God's fifth commandment is "Honor your mother and your father" -> Mael was born into an abusive household to drug addicts who neglected him and later on disowned him. Since birth they gave him nothing and were nobodies to him. Number 5 symbolizes God's favor culturally, but Mael was not born in his favor, and afterwards he fails to adjust to a normal and stable self and living.
In Buddhism there are also five precepts that serve as the base morality principle for enlightenment and the path so salvation.
The five precepts forbid the following: killing of both animals and humans, theft and other things along those lines (fraud, forgery), sexual misconduct (i.e. sexual acts which are either forceful, unethical or adulterous in nature), spoken falsehood (lying, gossiping, verbal aggression), intoxication (alcohol, drugs, occasionally smoking is counted).
Out of those Mael is guilty - and often! - of theft, verbal aggression/malicious speech, intoxication (both as someone who uses stimulants and drinks frequently and even sold substances in the past).
TL;DR MAEL IS NOT MAKING IT TO NIRVANA WITH THIS ONE 😂😂😂 HE IS STUCK IN THE CYCLE 😂😂😂😂
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Welcome Back, OTC. (I'll make love to you) | Roman Reigns x Black!fem OC. SMUT. 18+!! MDNI!
Description: Roman is full of surprises at the biggest party of the summer. Lilah is eager to welcome him back.
Warnings: Established Dom/sub dynamic, teasing, spanking/mention of spanking, praise/rewards ("good girl "), honorifics ("Daddy", "My tribal chief"), Nipple play, Petnames (Princess, babygirl, little brat?), vaginal sex, mild brating/brat taming and begging.
Face claim: Jaylen Barron.
Song: I'll make love to you by Boys ll Men
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Stories that feature Roman x Lilah include: Jealous, 34+35, There goes my baby, Nonsense, and Worst to me.
Again, MDNI!!! THIS IS AN 18+ FAN FICTION. As always my stories are about Roman Reigns NOT Joe Anoa'i.
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Lilah sat backstage, anxiously waiting for her boyfriend Roman Reigns to return from the ring. She had no idea ahead of time that he was going to show up and go all 'Wreck everyone and leave' on his little cousin. She was honestly in disbelief. Truth be told it was probably for the best. Lilah couldn't hold water. If she caught glimpse of a birthday gift Roman had gotten for one of his cousins, it was within hours that she'd spill the beans. it's just who she was, surprises were not her forte.
She had been backstage removing her makeup and what-not after her own match, completely in the dark as to what Roman had up his sleeve when she heard the arena erupted in cheers and Lilah's heart skipped a beat. She knew that sound all too well - Roman's wrestlemania 40 theme.
Lilah rushed to the monitor, eager to see her beloved boyfriend. She watched in disbelief as Roman practically flew into the ring and superman punched Solo, giving him no time to recover before hitting him with a spear as 50k+ people roared thunderously in support of him.
After the match, Roman made his way backstage.
"Why didn't you tell me you were coming back?" she asked, her voice neutral.
Roman smiled almost sheepishly. "I wanted it to be a surprise," he said.
Lilah was both angry and relieved. She was angry that Roman had kept her in the dark, but relieved that he was back. In the direct aftermath of wrestlemania 40 the two of them had gone on vacation together, had some island time and just took some time to reconnect, though after the first month Lilah made her return to WWE whereas Roman had not been seen since April. It was now August. Four months later. To the fans it had felt like an eternity. It had for Lilah too really. Being on the road without him felt incredibly weird. Especially now that she wasn't traveling with the bloodline.
With Jimmy and Paul both out with injuries after getting attacked by the new members Solo had brought into the bloodline. Jacob, Tama and Tanga had all been recruited post wrestlemania season when Solo decided that he wanted to play pretend, he had convinced himself that he was the tribal chief and Lilah didn't want any part of it. So she was more than willing to travel by herself, though she did sometimes ride with Trin, Bianca and Jade.
She'd kept Roman in the loop the entire time, constantly filling him in on the shit talking Solo was doing, down to him having the audacity to wear the ula fala. Roman was eerily calm each time, he just reassured her that things would be fine. Just do her own thing, keep her distance from Solo and the others and that he would be back when the time was right.
It seemed that the time was right at Summerslam. "OTC?" Lilah questioned.
"Original tribal chief." Roman responded, a smirk on his face. Lilah couldn't help but chuckle. She loved when he got petty.
As they entered Roman's locker room, Roman pulled Lilah into a tight embrace.
A petty Roman Reigns was a dangerous Roman Reigns. A sexy Roman Reigns. Not that he wasn't always mouth wateringly fuckable, but this attitude... yeah it was doing something for her.
"I missed you," he whispered.
Lilah melted into his arms, all thoughts of anger and surprise fading away. She had missed him too, more than she could put into words.
"I have another surprise for you." Roman said flirtatiously.
Lilah's curiosity was piqued. "What is it?" she asked, a hint of excitement in her voice.
Roman smiled slyly. "I can't tell you yet," he said, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "But I promise, you'll love it."
Lilah couldn't help but feel a shiver of anticipation. She had always loved the way Roman kept her on her toes.
"When can I find out?" she asked, trying to keep her voice steady.
Roman leaned in close, his breath hot against her ear. "Soon," he whispered. "Very soon."
Lilah's heart was racing now. She couldn't wait to find out what Roman had in store for her.
"But I want to know now," she said, pouting playfully.
Roman chuckled. "Nope," he said, giving her a playful swat on the ass. "I'm afraid you'll just have to wait."
Lilah huffed in mock frustration. "You're no fun," she said, trying to hide her smile.
Roman chuckled and leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips.
Lilah's annoyance quickly faded as Roman's lips met hers. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer, and deepening the kiss.
When they finally pulled apart, Roman was grinning. "See?" he said. "I can be fun."
Lilah rolled her eyes, but she was secretly thrilled. "I suppose you're not completely hopeless," she teased.
Roman pretended to be offended. "Ouch," he said, placing a hand over his heart. "You wound me, babygirl."
"You think you can get away with talking to your tribal chief like that? Rolling your eyes at me?" He continued in a playful stern tone, "You want me to spank you, Babygirl?"
Lilah laughed. "You'll live," she said.
Roman chuckled taking a seat and pulled Lilah into his lap. "You're so feisty," he said, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "I love it."
Lilah grinned and snuggled closer to him. "You love me," she said, nuzzling his neck.
Roman smiled and kissed the top of her head. "That I do," he said. "That I do."
They sat in silence for a moment, just enjoying each other's company. Lilah was still curious about Roman's surprise, but she knew better than to push him... She still did it anyway though.
Roman chuckled again, sensing Lilah's eagerness. "You're really not going to let this go, are you, little brat?" he asked, his voice taking on a slightly dominant tone.
Lilah shivered at the sound of his voice. "No," she said, her voice low and sultry. "I want to know what you have planned."
Roman smirked and tightened his grip on her waist. "You're going to have to be a good girl and wait," he said, his voice dropping to a whisper. "And if you're really good, I might just give you a reward."
Lilah's heart skipped a beat. "I can be good, My tribal chief." she said, her voice breathy.
Roman chuckled and ran a hand up her thigh. "I know you can," he said, his touch sending shivers down her spine.
Before long they were back in the luxury hotel suite Roman had booked for them, it was dimly light with rose petals all around and led candles flickering. There was champagne and strawberries. The room itself smelled faintly of lavender which he knew was one of her favorite scents. Soft r&b music, mostly from the 90s played from the Bluetooth speaker on the bedside table.
Lilah's eyes widened as she took in the romantic atmosphere. "You did all this for me?" she asked, her voice filled with awe.
Roman smiled and pulled her closer. "Of course I did," he said. "You deserve the best."
He led her over to the bed and gently pushed her down onto it. "Now, it's time for your reward," he said, his voice low and seductive.
Lilah's heart racing with anticipation. She felt Roman's hands on her body, tracing a path of fire over her skin. She moaned softly as he kissed her neck, his lips moving down to her collarbone.
Roman's hands moved lower, slipping under her shirt and tracing the curve of her hips. He kissed her passionately, his tongue exploring her mouth. Lilah arched her back, pressing herself closer to him.
"You're so beautiful," he murmured, his breath hot against her skin. "And all mine."
Roman began to kiss his way down her body. He removed both her shirt and her bra then tossed it aside,"You were such a good girl. So patient and loyal while daddy was away." He said before he took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking and teasing it with his tongue.
Lilah moaned louder, her body writhing under his touch. "Roman, please," she begged. "I need you, My tribal chief."
Lilah's body was on fire with desire. She could feel Roman's hands everywhere, his touch sending waves of pleasure through her. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer.
Roman groaned, his own desire evident. "You're so eager, princess." he said, his voice thick with lust.
Roman continued to kiss and touch her, his hands and mouth exploring every inch of her body. Lilah was lost in a haze of pleasure, her mind consumed by the sensations he was creating.
Suddenly, he stopped and pulled away. Lilah opened her eyes, looking at him in confusion, "Daddy..." she whined at his teasing.
Roman's eyes darkened with lust at the sound of her voice. "Yes, princess?" he said, his voice low and commanding.
Lilah shivered at the sound of his nickname for her. "just fuck me already," she whispered. "I want you so badly, my tribal chief, please fuck me."
Roman growled, his control slipping. "You're playing with fire, babygirl," he said as he began to pull down her shorts followed by her black lace panties.
Lilah moaned again, arching her back as he exposed her skin to the cool air. "I don't care," she said. "I need you, daddy."
Roman's hands moved slowly, his fingers tracing patterns over her skin. Roman smirked, enjoying the effect he was having on her. "Is someone feeling a little needy?" he asked, his voice filled with amusement and his signature cockiness.
Liliah whimpered, her body aching for his touch. "Please," she begged. "Please fuck me, daddy."
Roman chuckled, loving the way she begged. "Well since you asked so nicely..." he said before shedding his own clothes.
Roman's hands moved to her hips, gripping them tightly as he positioned himself between her legs. "Mm go ahead, babygirl, acknowledge me." he growled, before thrusting into her.
Lilah cried out, her nails digging into his back as he started to move. "Oh fuck! I acknowledge you, Daddy." she moaned.
Roman continued to thrust into her, his movements rough and possessive. "That's right, babygirl," he said, his voice rough with desire. "You're mine, and I'm going to make sure you know it."
Liliah moaned louder, her body writhing beneath him. "Yes, Daddy, I'm yours. Only yours." she said.
Roman's pace quickened, his thrusts becoming harder and faster. "You're so tight, babygirl," he groaned. "You feel so good around me."
Liliah could feel herself getting closer to the edge, her body tensing with pleasure. "Please, Daddy, I'm so close," she whimpered.
Liliah's body shuddered as she came, her orgasm washing over her in waves. "Daddy!" she cried out, clinging to him tightly.
Roman leaned down to whisper in her ear. "Come for me, princess. I want to feel you come undone around me."
Roman continued to thrust into her, riding out her orgasm before finally finding his own release. He groaned her name as he came, collapsing on top of her.
Liliah wrapped her arms around him, panting and spent. "Welcome back, OTC..." she said, her voice hoarse.
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Morning Routines
Summary:
My first fic for Mushy May 2025! The prompt was: Morning routine
Paring: Cardinal Copia [Dracopia] x OC [Sarah]
Words: 1.2k
Tags: TEEN+; established relationship, fluff, flirty banter, suggestive themes
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Copia's morning routine has been a steady companion for him over the centuries once he joined the ministry. Even as his faith waxed and waned through the years when he felt lost and unsure under the guidance of The Olde One. There were times he wasn’t sure what his purpose was but he couldn’t shake the daily ritual he'd set up so long ago.
He'd wake up after his few hours of sleep and get dressed. Or at least change into something that wasn’t two-day-old pajamas. His walk down to the chapel was always quiet, always solitary. Most siblings and clergyman were asleep still this early in the morning. Copia always felt a small sense of glee that he was the first to light a candle every day. One candle lit in memory of the people he’s lost through the years.
He knelt next to the statue, saying a few small prayers of thanks or pleas of guidance for anything troubling him. He recounts all of the nervous mornings of the past when certain things cropped up, one being his call to lead the band.
Copia asked for a sign, for something to help quell the churning anxiety around being on display for the masses to gawk at. He wasn’t nervous about performing, no, he was nervous about everyone liking him. He wanted to be adored just as much as the previous Papas had been.
And then someone crossed his path.
Sarah.
It felt like clouds parting after a storm.
There were so many questions, so many people wanting to know the details when he didn’t even know anything himself. The fittings and songwriting, ghoul summoning – that one took a lot out of him – he barely had time to breathe. It’s like Sarah knew he needed a friend, someone to talk to that night she found him in the garden. And then their romance bloomed, growing into something special.
When Copia finishes his prayers, he gets up and strides down the center aisle back to his apartment. The routine goes the same way, as always, with him checking on the rats once he gets back home. The excited little creatures scramble to the side of the cage he stands at, squeaking and twitching their nose at the smells he’s brought back from the outside world of not Copia’s apartment. Copia opens the door to pet their heads and hold them for a few minutes, letting the two rest on his shoulder as he walks around to refresh their water and food.
Finally, he makes his way back to the bedroom to rest in bed with a book or with the TV on low. A couple hours pass until Sarah should wake up and this is where his centuries-long morning ritual takes a detour. With his beloved Sarah in his life, Copia now has a new, enticing option: cuddling. It is quickly becoming one of the best ways he can think of to start the day, second being cuddle sex when she wakes up.
Unfortunately, they don’t have the time this morning for that so he revels in simply wrapping his arm around Sarah before pulling her close. He smells the berry scent of her shampoo from the shower the day before. It mixes with her natural smell and if he could bottle it up, he would. When he goes on tours or long trips, she’ll stuff a few shirts or a jacket – maybe a pair of undies or a worn bra as a surprise for more intimate moments – into an airtight bag so he can smell her when he needs it. The reminder of her, even in the form of scent, is enough to settle the post-concert jitters.
Sarah begins to stir the closer she gets to the alarm going off. It’s small but Copia can feel it and when the first deep inhale then exhale comes from her, he smiles.
“Sleep well?” he murmurs, moving to kiss her shoulder.
She hums, “Always when I’m with you.”
After a sleepy turn, she plops down on top of his chest and yawns. Sarah breathes in the lingering smell of the church incense on his shirt and its absolutely no help at keeping her awake. The classic nag champa scent clings to him like a blanket on her senses. She holds him and buries her face into to Copia’s chest.
There’s a muffled, “Do I have to get up?”
“I’m afraid so, dolcezza. Your life’s calling awaits your presence!”
“But I’m already there.” She rolls over to her back and grumbles softly.
Copia raises an eyebrow and shifts to hold himself up on his elbow next to her. His other arm reaches over and hugs around Sarah’s waist. She sleepily smiles up at him and Copia returns to her one of his own.
“Yeah?”
She nods. “Mhm. Nothing.”
He pulls back a few inches and looks to her with knit eyebrows and a slight pout. “Sarah…”
“Nothing except maybe making sweet, toe-curling love to my handsome, wonderful, powerful vampire boyfriend who loves me so much.” Sarah kisses his lips after every affectionate description and then once more at the end, holding it for a few seconds before pulling back.
“Oh? You flatter me.” Copia holds her eye contact, smiling at the soft, pleading look in them. He brushes a lock of dark hair away from her face. “But not even I can change Amelia’s schedule unless it’s an absolute emergency.”
Sarah grumbles and rolls her eyes, “Fine.”
“As much as I would admire having you permanently waiting for me in bed, I wouldn’t dare take you away from your job. I know you’d miss it.”
She frowns. “But do I have to get up so early for it?”
“Early rising is truly a sin, amore mio. I can agree with you there.” He kisses her once more and then returns to lying on his back. He grunts a few times while adjusting into a comfortable spot.
Sarah sighs and leans her head to rest on Copia’s shoulder and holds his hand next to hers under the covers. She knows she needs to get up soon, that the second alarm to make sure she’s in the shower on time is about to go off. She closes her eyes and savors the last remaining minutes with Copia in the quiet of the morning. Sarah’s breathing becomes slow, her eyelids are heavy, and her body starts to feel like it’s sinking into the mattress. She wants to fall into the comforting weight of sleep once again when the sudden, loud heavy notes of Copia’s song Faith begins to play from her phone.
She growls her frustration and forces herself up from the all-too comfortable bed that calls for her to return. Her normally very understanding lover simply snorts at the grumpy steps she takes to the bathroom to prepare the shower.
“Would you like some company in there, Sarah? Some help?” Copia calls teasingly from the bed.
“We both know if you help me that I will be walking in late with a bandage somewhere and I won’t hear the end of it from Alex and Amelia.”
Copia places his hand over his heart. “I promise I won’t put my hands any further than your shoulders. Maybe your waist.”
“Famous last words.”
“I must go. The fog is rising!” Copia grins and waves his hand in the air.
Sarah turns to him. “What?”
“Oh, I thought we were playing a game.” He winks and chuckles at her eye-roll. Copia throws the covers from himself to get up and starts undressing on his way to the shower with Sarah.
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Sarah ended up two hours late to work.
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my favorite type of OC is water/death themed dark-haired twinks. I already have two/three of them and I wanted another for an upcoming dnd game so:

his name is Calder (no last name because orphan) and he’s a water genasi grave domain cleric. he was raised by priests of Kelemvor in a temple by the sea and is maybe a little too dedicated to his god as a result of that. he functions best within the order of the temple but as a cleric of Kelemvor its his holy duty to slay undead so he can be recruited by passing adventurers without too much fuss 😉

the skull makeup is ceremonial, as is the scythe he’s carrying (which got cropped out of the image oops). he doesn’t have much combat experience OR social experience but he’s really good at funerary rites. and weddings, surprisingly, although he doesn’t care for parties and will usually grab a plate of food and Irish goodbye directly after the ceremony.

here he is w/out all his gear. he hates wearing shoes and leaves wet footprints wherever he goes because water genasi. he’s kinda prissy and incredibly judgmental but tends to keep it to himself. he keeps most things to himself actually (well, himself and Kelemvor. He’s very chatty with his beloved Lord Death and nobody else).
#he’s inspired by three of my favorite religious weirdos: harrowhark nonagesimus Vincent Benitez and brother Faulkner from the silt verses#because the best thing abt dnd is that you can rip off whatever you like#my ocs#Calder
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yan!furina with a reader who has cat features? (cat ears+tail)
looks like furina is a cat lover, so i think she'd be more obsessed with reader. :)
i am a sucker for hybrid content, my first ever actualized genshin oc is actually a dog hybrid and he's my whole life <33
Warning: this piece contains yandere-themes, including delusional behaviors, implied being held against will, dehumanization, and other potential topics. Please read at your own risk!
Yandere!Furina with a darling who is part cat would be both beneficial and unfortunate for the beloved. She would treat them more like a pet than a partner, forcing them to wear collars, talking to them like a pet, and other things. Of course they are still allowed human privileges like sleeping on the bed, eating at the table, but at a moment's notice it will all be taken away. Any misbehavior will be met with the same discipline she’d use against an actual animal.
Furina sighed as she slid the lock of the cage into place. You had acted out at dinner last night and now she couldn’t trust you to not get into any misbehavior while she was overseeing court proceedings. So now, you were locked in an oversized dog cage, with just enough room to sit almost to full height and a shiny padlock on the door. You had only a bottle of water and a blanket inside with you, anything else would be withheld till Furina got home. This meant no bathroom breaks, no food, nothing more for comfort like pillows or a bed or even the couch. As much as she feigned being upset over the situation you could tell she seemed to find it amusing, bidding her precious kitty farewell before she skipped out the door for court.
#genshin x reader#genshin x male reader#genshin x gender neutral reader#yandere genshin x reader#yandere genshin x male reader#yandere genshin x gender neutral reader#furina x reader#furina x male reader#furina x gender neutral reader#yandere furina x male reader#yandere furina x reader#yandere furina x gender neutral reader#yandere genshin#yandere furina#furina yandere#genshin yandere
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Splash of Affection
Pairing: Gilbert von Obsidian/OC Words: 1,110 CW: Suggestive themes Note: The Gil brainrot is strong right now, and I ended up writing something for him and my self-insert.
Gilbert, one arm draped along the porcelain edge of the tub, watched with a smile as Rinley entered the bathroom, a stack of clothes in her arms. She deposited them on the nearby table, and Gilbert propped his chin on his hand, tilting his head. "Aren't you going to join me, Little Rabbit?"
"No, thank you. I'm good." Rinley replied, glancing his way from the corner of her eye.
"There's no need to be shy. We've shared a bath before.”
“True, but I'm still not going to.”
“Awwww… How cold.” Gilbert teased, a fleeting hint of mock sadness crossing his face before it smoothed back into that familiar, amiable smile. “At least keep me company? You wouldn't abandon your beloved fiancé now, would you?"
Rinley let out a soft sigh and she walked over to the chair near the tub, settling onto it. "No, I wouldn't."
A chuckle rumbled in Gilbert's chest as he resumed washing himself. A comfortable silence settled between them, broken only by the soft sounds of splashing water. Rinley watched Gilbert, her eyes glued to his profile. Jet-black hair clung to his skin, which gleamed from droplets of water. Her gaze drifted lower, from his neck to the broad curve of his shoulders, and warmth crept into her cheeks.
He was undeniably handsome, no matter how many times she'd seen him.
As if sensing her gaze, Gilbert turned, a knowing smile playing on his lips. “Hm? What is it, Little Rabbit? You’ve been staring at me for a while now. Are you thinking about something naughty?”
"N-No. What makes you think that?"
"Your face is giving you away. I hate lies, you know."
Suddenly, Gilbert's hand shot out, snagging Rinley's wrist and tugging her forward. She yelped, bracing herself against the tub's edge. Her eyes met his, surprise and exasperation in their depths. "What the hell, Gil?!"
The dark-haired man just grinned wider. "Hehe. You can touch me. I don't mind if it's you."
Hesitation flickered across Rinley’s face. Then, slowly, she reached out, her hand leaving the surface of the tub and gently cupping Gilbert’s cheek. She looked at him, and her hand drifted down, tracing the line of his jaw, then across his shoulder and down to his chest.
Gilbert leaned into her touch, his smile deepening. "Such a pervert, aren't you?"
"You're more of a pervert than me. Besides, you told me to touch you."
"Ahaha. Fair point." Gilbert gently took Rinley's hand, guiding it lower to his stomach, watching with amusement as a deeper blush stained her cheeks. “I can’t help myself when it comes to you. You're fun to tease.”
Rinley quickly pulled her hand away, her brow furrowed slightly. "Okay! That's enough."
Gilbert burst into laughter, his shoulders shaking as he leaned back.
“Hey! It's not funny!” Though Rinley continued to glare at him, a surge of warmth spread within her as she saw the genuine joy on his face. She let out a long, exasperated sigh. "You're awful."
"But you still love me."
"Well, you’re not wrong…"
"If you didn't anymore, I'm not sure what I would do.”
Rinley studied him, already knowing exactly what he would do. But that wouldn’t happen because she loved him, and she’d chosen to be with him, and only him. Reaching for the nearby soap, she said, "I'm going to wash you now, okay?"
With a nod, Gilbert turned, offering her his back.
Carefully, Rinley soaped and scrubbed, ensuring she cleaned every inch. After a few moments, she asked, "Can you turn back around?"
Gilbert complied, his gaze fixated on her as she lathered soap in her hands and washed his chest and other areas she could reach. When she was finally done, she sighed in relief, wiping her forehead with the back of her hand. Then, unexpectedly, she leaned forward, pressing a kiss to his forehead, then his cheek, and finally, lingering on his lips.
He stared, momentarily stunned, before a grin spread across his face. "You're being forward with your affection today. I don't hate it, though. I like it when you're honest."
Rinley averted her gaze, her cheeks burning. "Yeah, well… I just felt like it."
"Hehe. You're so adorable. Why don't I return the favor?"
"But… Wouldn't that mean you'd have to take another bath?" Rinley asked, looking at him in a mix of confusion and embarrassment, understanding the suggestive undertone of his words.
"Yeah, but I don't mind. It means you'll join me. You already know what I'm going to say, right, Rinley? Will you let me shower you with my love or will I have to force you to?"
"Well… Um… You can."
"Good girl."
Gilbert cupped her cheek with one hand, his other hand lacing with hers on the edge of the tub. A soft, genuine expression settled on his face as he gazed into her eyes. Rinley leaned into his touch, a smile gracing her lips.
Their lips met in a sweet kiss that quickly escalated, a cascade of urgent touches. Gilbert's hand moved from Rinley's cheek to the nape of her neck, urging her closer, the tub being the only thing separating them. He smelled faintly of soap, tasted warm from the hot water and kisses, and Rinley wanted nothing more than to be completely consumed by him.
As they withdrew, breathless, she gazed into his blood-red eye, her own heavy-lidded. "I want to join you."
"But you were so keen on not wanting to." He teased.
"I know. But I changed my mind."
"All right, then. Go ahead."
Rinley pulled away from Gilbert and shed her dress before stepping into the tub, facing Gilbert while sitting on her knees. The water swirled around her as she settled in, the warmth enveloping her. She wrapped her arms around Gilbert’s neck and pressed herself against him, kissing him as deeply as she could. Gilbert returned the kiss with fervor, his hands tracing the curves of her body, biting harshly at her lower lip.
His smile was bright as the young woman pulled away, her breath coming in short pants. "You're quite bold. Usually, you're shy when it comes to things like this.”
"Yeah, but I want to be close to you right now."
"Is that so?"
"Mhm-hm. I want to show you how much I love you."
"I see. In that case, shall we get started?"
Without waiting for a response, Gilbert dipped his head, and their lips met in a passionate kiss once more. The water sloshed against the sides of the tub as they embraced, lost in the heat of the moment, their love for each other a tangible force in the bathroom.
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I R EMMEBERED TO SEND YOU ANOTHER ONE. 🌠🌪️🖍️🎀✏️✂️🏊🌌 november
sicko at the window for talking about beans
🌠 SHOOTING STAR - if they could make any wish with no repercussions, what wish would they make?
for if everything didn't happen (legacys deaths? the supernova? them?)
🌪️ TORNADO - what is the biggest change you've ever made to them? how have they changed from their original version?
November's characterization and appearance has actually stayed consistent since making them. At most, he doesn't talk as much anymore in his default state, and avoiding being outside of their suit more.

One thing that was retconned was a scene when November talked about missing safety railings. That was originally from Greyvember whose character was developed further later on, so the dialogue doesn't suit him anymore and Northvember said it instead.
🖍️ CRAYON - what advice would you give to them?
uhhhh that's rough buddy
🎀 RIBBON - how would they fit into other worlds / aus? what aus would you like to try out? what fictional world would they fit / not fit into?
November is really weird to fit into other worlds. He can't be in anything that doesn't include some form of a supernatural/magic system and/or creatures? Because if I were to simplify his concept down to what's recognizable: November is a collection of souls associated with a form or container where they attempt to be one guy or one thing. So any "modern au" without supernatural elements wouldn't really work. November's situation is not equivalent to irl cases of DID. Fantasy settings are probably fine. Be some weird cursed person or artifact, easy. Armoured suit November? could you imagine. There's a Pokemon AU for Modleyverse, where the only difference is that Pokemon exist. BUT. If November WAS a Pokemon, they're like a Spiritomb.
✏️ PENCIL - is there a particular quote / lyric that you associate with them?
From the playlist made for them uhhh maybe these parts
from Each Time I Die - Bones & Beeker
from November - Sparkbird
✂️ SCISSORS - what is the "last straw" for them to cut someone out of their life? how easily do they let go of people?
November so far hasn't been in a situation where it's gotten to that. It's theoretically very easy to get November to start avoiding you if they become afraid. An example is when Mars accidentally sliced the suit and November got scattered and panicked, and so started associating Mars with his tools rather than as crewmate. They got slightly better though, because they're both on a spaceship with nowhere to go, with Mars trying to coax November out of the vents, and something keeps urging November to do his tasks, so he couldn't hide forever. Other situations wouldn't resolve as easily, especially if November doesn't have any connection to the person prior.
🏊 SWIMMING - can they swim? or are they afraid of water? how well do they swim? how do they feel about swimming in the ocean?
Nope! It's really hard to swim with a suit, and otherwise would be extinguished if it's enough water. If with a proper suit, still cannot swim well at all. How they feel about swimming depends, but you're most likely to get either "no.. that's scary.." or "yes, I am an excellent swimmer :)!" and proceeds to not move because of subconscious self-preservation.
🌌 MILKY WAY - what was the inspiration behind your oc? what was the first thing you decided about them?
First was their name. I just like code word stuff so I picked a couple names from the phonetic alphabet (my beloved) for an astronaut character. I think I had: bravo, kilo, november, tango, and whiskey? Friends suggested november because I was using the white suit and the month of november is cold. This influenced having a winter outfit theme later as well.

Visually, November was recycled from an old UOHRPG (different OC world) enemy + Vashta Nerada from Doctor Who
Other influences were also: The Flood (The Waters of Mars episode) which were liquid parasite colonies The Lux Foundation Library/Doctor Moon's concept of "saving" (which are also from Silence in the Library which is where the Vashta Nerada were introduced, and were the reason needing "saving") (cuz November is both the murderer and victim) That one specific burnt Elsen from OFF (which is what the UOHRPG enemy was inspired by) And the specific discomfort and fear I got from Everyman being swarmed in Undertale Obligatory The Thing mention, which may have also helped with the winter theme. And I like fur hoods, winter clothing in general -> the jacket/bag helmets and gas masks -> the fighter jet helmet uniform/military dress uniforms -> hat/neck tie/aiguilettes
#talk to me tag#egg-node#ask meme#this is my oc tag#november#modleyverse#long post#forbidden initial november sketch/concept art#modley interrogation
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what powers do you think a child of arke would have? would they be similar to iris kids?
OH BOY i have thought a LOT about this. Holding my dear beloved Arke kid oc Rain. Now is her time to shine.
For Arke kids, i imagine the most common power would be having wings of some kind, or something relating to wings - just given that based on the little written stuff we have on Arke, the most notable stuff about her (besides being Iris' twin) is her wings being taken. Also I think it's fun that her wings are specifically iridescent, versus Iris' more often being described as golden specifically. With my oc, she specifically has wing-shaped markings on her back from which she can summon real wings at-will (plus general other feathers just for the aesthetic).
Besides that, definitely just general stuff related to being a messenger goddess and rainbow goddess - I imagine Arke kids would probably have similar powers to Iris kids, but maybe more subdued in some areas or specifically focusing more on double rainbows and reflection/refraction, iridescence, etc - Since Arke's thing as Iris' twin is that she's specifically goddess of the second faded rainbow when there is a double rainbow. I just really love the idea though of like, you have your Iris kids with general color/rainbow stuff, but then Arke kids are more aligned with like the rainbow sheen of oil in puddles and stuff. Rainbows in places you don't really think about. Iridescence of bird wings and beetles type stuff. Re: colors, one trait I gave to my oc for that theme is that her hair changes color like a mood ring based on her emotions. By default it's just a rainbow gradient at the ends of her hair, but it'll color-shift to match how she's feeling/what she's thinking.
I also think there's a lot of potential for stuff along the lines of like. So Iris is specifically associated with the sky/clouds and water. Arke in turn you could associate more with the earth and underground, since she was cast into Tartarus (and you could totally play with how her wings were given to Thetis, who gave them to Achilles. Maybe Arke kids have beef with Thetis/Thetis kids as a result, or just generally don't do as well around water because of her.) or due to her siding with the Titans during the original Titanomachy. Maybe Kronos as Titan of the Harvest gave her some ground-based speed buffs idk. Fun to play with. Speed as a power is a definite possibility, since Achilles wearing Arke's wings on his feet were supposed to be why he was extra fast.
Also maybe not a power, per se, but they could definitely make a joke about Romans misunderstanding who their mother is - cause both Iris and Arke are twin messenger goddesses of the rainbow, but only Iris has a Roman equivalent, and her Roman equivalent is Arcus. "Who's your mom?" "Messenger goddess of rainbows, Arke." "Arcus?" "Arke" "Arcus?" "Arke-"
In general though: Messenger/speed, colors/rainbows, and wings are definitely the big themes. In part because she has so little text about her, it actually kind of makes for a lot of room to play with stuff and work out further themes for her which is super fun.
I also have a lot of general thoughts and headcanons about Arke/Arke Kids and the Second Titanomachy/Titan Army if you wanna hear about that 👀
#pjo#riordanverse#godly parents#pjo ocs#ask#Anonymous#arke pjo#PLEASE ASK ME ABOUT MY ARKE HEADCANONS I LOVE TALKING ABOUT THEM#Arke is such a fascinating mythological figure to me and she works so well in the riordanverse#me gnawing at the bars of my cage begging the fandom to make more children of Arke ocs
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Thoughts on possible planet oc designs and attractions!!
Neptune: beautiful, beloved and very blue. One of my favorite planets to gaze at longingly. They would obviously be very blue, and very large. I think they’d be a female, or at least feminine presenting, as all of my research says that Neptune is a girl?? Not sure how they figured that out, but I’m not gonna question the planet on it’s gender…
I think Neptune’s attraction would be a winter wonderland filled with snow and serene ice lakes. There’s no seasons in space, and not many people can even remember what living on earth was like, so the idea of ‘winter’ would be the whole gimmick.
There’s shops themed like cozy cabins that sell things like winter animal trinkets, like penguins and polar bears. Along with various Zaff Co items, like Neptune merch and food items.
There’s igloos scattered about that host activities for kids and adults alike, like renting out sleds, giving lessons on various snow related sports, a designated area for snowball wars, a how-to class on how to build a snowman into your favorite Zaff character, a Christmas ornament making class— ect.
It’s a massive area with snowy hills and a man-made mountain that has a “small” lodge that patrons can rent out for a select time. There’s even a hot spring that people can visit and enjoy to fight off the chill.
The occasional manufactured ice storm can roll around, a spectacle many people will pay extra to witness. Even more so with the rare and elusive aurora borealis.
Neptune’s design would be, obviously, blue. I think I would give them red eyes, as a nod to the color of Neptunes rings, but I’m not sure yet.
Neptune is cool to the touch, but her core is extremely hot. Vents along her body and in her palms expel heat that can reach temperature’s high enough to boil water within a few moments. She only uses it at such a high intensity for things like heating rooms for customers or adjusting hot spring temperatures.
Not to worry though, as she is more then capable of controlling the intensity of her heat for more delicate situations, like warming little hands and faces. She uses the vents on her palms to expel very low level heat, making it completely harmless and functioning as a lovely heater.
I think her personality would be quite calm. Serene, like a snowy night. She’s a favorite amongst the shyer kids, and can often be found with a gaggle of three or four hidden within the cave behind the frozen waterfall. Telling stories and casting holograms of long extinct earth animals on the cavern walls.
Bonnie sometimes hosts the snowboarding and skiing lessons, he visits often to enjoy the snow and chill, unaffected thanks to his thick fur. Neptune enjoys his company, and can quite reliably find him asleep buried in the snow during closing hours.
As another nod to the actual planet, Neptune sometimes gets a bug that turns one of her eyes a dark blue.
Next planets: Jupiter, Saturn, Mars, Mercury, Venus, Uranus, Earth, Pluto.
(Will add links as I write them)
#calling this the#Zaff AU#for now#many thoughts on Neptune#my beloved#such a pretty planet#yes I know that Neptune isn’t nearly as vivid a blue as is mostly portrayed#but I’m my heart it’s the deepest and richest blue imaginable 😔#I’m in love with her btw#lovely blue planet of ice and ocean…. sigh#planet oc#fnaf oc#fnaf dca#fnaf sun#fnaf au#fnaf sb#fnaf moon#fnaf security breach#fnaf bonnie
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Could I request an Arcane match up?
I'm a 5'0 trans guy, studying creative writing and with a diploma in childcare. I love writing, making collages and baking when I'm able to. I also love playing video games, even if I really suck at them.
I'm pretty badly chronically ill, I essentially have the flu 24/7, and I'm severely mentally ill with complex ptsd, which mainly means I can't control my emotions at all and have a tendency to overreact and I struggle with hella nightmares. I also have autism, adhd and just a niiice long list of shit going on! But it's okay we ball
I love pink, sanrio and generally soft things. I used to do taekwondo and love running before I got sick, and I also used to paint and love studying before I got sick too, though now I can't do any of the above since I'm in a wheelchair if I leave the house and I struggle to retain new information.
I have a real deep love for CaitVi tbh.. only thing that could get between me and my bf is a poly with them 🙏 so scared for the next season tbh
I've been described as the human version of fluttershy, but I've also been described as very stubborn and sarcastic. I generally have to be reliant on others due to my health, but I love people very very deeply
I'm looking for romantic match ups, out of sheer curiosity, and also because I have arcane ocs I ship with certain people and I'd be curious to see who they'd be matched up to.. I just feel a bit weird asking for my ocs to be matched up LOL
Your Arcane match is…
Viktor
Viktor would love hearing about your creative writing and would often ask to read your work, offering thoughtful feedback
He’d see your words as a window into your soul and cherish them deeply
Aware of your physical limitations, Viktor would design small gadgets to make your daily life more comfortable
He’d do it subtly, ensuring you never feel pitied
He would encourage you to take breaks when your health limits your activities, reminding you that rest is an act of strength, not weakness
Viktor might initially be unfamiliar with your love for Sanrio but would grow to adore it
You’d catch him researching characters to surprise you with themed gifts
He’d make sure your shared space is filled with cozy blankets, plush pillows, and calming lights, creating a sanctuary for both of you
Viktor, though reserved about his own struggles, would find solace in opening up to you about his insecurities, knowing you’d never judge him
After a nightmare, Viktor would hold your hand or softly hum while you ground yourself, offering quiet, unwavering support
Your stubbornness and sarcasm would amuse Viktor, and he’d counter with his dry wit, creating playful banter that lightens heavy moments
When you feel overwhelmed by your emotions, Viktor would remind you that it’s okay to feel deeply, offering calm words and a safe space to process
Your love for collages would inspire Viktor to collaborate with you, combining your artistic touch with his meticulous design to create something meaningful
He’d eagerly join you in baking, even if he’s not particularly skilled
His attempts at decorating cookies would make you laugh until your sides hurt
Despite being analytical, Viktor wouldn’t excel at video games either, but playing together would become a beloved pastime filled with laughter and learning
Knowing you love running and taekwondo but can no longer participate, Viktor would find ways to bring the joy of movement back into your life, like scenic wheelchair strolls or virtual fitness games
Viktor would notice your needs before you voice them, from fetching water during a coughing fit to gently guiding you to rest when you’re overexerted
Both of you have faced significant challenges, and your relationship would thrive on the mutual recognition of each other’s resilience and determination
You’d spend evenings cuddled on the couch, Viktor engrossed in his work while you write or make collages
The quiet companionship would be a balm for your souls
Viktor would integrate subtle pink elements into his workspace to match your aesthetic, from a pen holder to small Sanrio-themed decorations
Your love for learning, though hindered by your health, would inspire Viktor to create innovative ways for you to absorb information, like audiobooks or interactive tools
Viktor would fiercely advocate for your needs, whether in a medical setting or navigating daily life, ensuring your voice is heard and respected
Despite both of your struggles, Viktor’s love for you would be steadfast, rooted in admiration for your kindness, creativity, and determination
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Among Crowns, Chapter Two: Bears on Fire
Author's Notes
After having troubles with my computer, here I am! All solved and the chapter ready to go! This time we got a Rodrik POV, which was so much fun to make! Hope you guys like where I'm leading this manwhore trying to redeem himself
English isn't my first language, so please forgive any typos/grammar mistakes
This series will contain canon-typical violence, misogyny and many other themes ASOIAF/HOTD deals with, reader's discretion is advised
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This series will be attached to my other parallel series, 'burning bridges (of a kingdom fallen)' which will be published soon!
This series will depict canon-typical violence, age-gaps, sexism and misogyny, infidelity, among other themes explores in ASOIAF that I will tag as the series comes. Reader's discretion is advised
Visella Targaryen is an OC made by @blood0fthedragon who will make cameos and appearances later in the fic. You can check her fic What Will Survive of Us' !
Summary: Rodrik, having arrived to Dragonstone, remembers why he came and accepted Baela's hand in marriage, and gets to know her in the meantime
Word Count: 2.2k
Pairings: Baela Targaryen x OMC (Rodrik Mormont)
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Violence, suggestive scene
Tagging: @aeksion-aekse @mini-kunoichi @huramuna @blood0fthedragon

Upon the night of his arrival at Dragonstone, Rodrik had felt welcome, however, he was reluctant of the marriage. He hardly knew Baela, and had heard many things about her, some of them mixed. She was a mystery to him.
After having dined and put on his nightshirt, he went down to the kitchen to a glass of water. Dragonstone wasn’t as cold as Bear Island, but was rather chilly. As he took in the simplicity of the kitchen, he was reminded of his castle back home, and his lifestyle. His father, Brandon, had been his hero growing up. But he had died back in Jaehaerys’ reign when he was a boy, and was now under the command of his uncle, Torrhen. He had always been a strange fellow, now that he had given it a thought after that fateful night in which he had accepted to marry Baela instead of one of Greyjoy’s daughters. Always alone with that man from Lys, whisperings and what seemed like plotting.
He had always told him to ‘be a boy his age’ and that ‘lordship could wait’ as he sent him beautiful women all over Westeros to his bed, or money to the brothels. He had made no attempt to sit on his seat, which he’d always kick himself for.
As he downed another cup of water, he remembered that night yet again since he had set sail, leaving the regency to his father’s friend, Marlon Snow; a shrewd, patient and wise man who had served as a squire to Prince Aemon when he was but seven, then cupbearer to the previous Lord of Winterfell during the councils of King Jaehaerys and who had been his father’s wisest and most beloved friend, and even respected by his mother, the Lady Alys Blackwood. It was said that it was Marlon himself who proposed Alys as wife instead of the sanguine and unpredictable Lady Dustin. It was mayhaps because of him that Rodrik existed at all. He had served his father well, and had given him helpful advice on handling the Targaryens and navigate the princess’ court. His mind raced back to what had gone down in Bear Island under his very nose.
As he left the brothel, a feeling that he wasn’t meant to be there, he observed two men from his table talking. Hiding beneath his cloak, he listened quietly.
“…Aye, it’s true, Torrhen is driving us to ruin while the rightful heir drinks and whores! Spending over the Greens, killing those who uncover him, bribes! Why nobody we sent over to Lord Rodrik has appeared is concerning. He grows more corrupt and powerful by the day. We must act, before Lord Cregan notices it. His men are always near, and they’re sniffing something.”
He finally broke out of his hiding “And, pray tell, my lords, what are they sniffling?”
The men’s eyes widened. Surprise. Relief. Then, resolve.
“My lord. We ought to have an urgent talk, but not here.”
That is where everything was discovered: proof that his uncle had sent an assassin to slay Lord Brandon, Torrhen blackmailing everyone, and how slowly he had sabotaged Rodrik to take over Bear Island, and the deep corruption he had created: violence, stealing from the smallfolk, killing those who sought to restore him, and how he planned to sabotage his marriage by poisoning him and blame it on a clueless woman as a jealous act.
Simmering with anger, he looked at the lords “Find those who’d support me. Steal the ancestral sword and bring it to the Mormont hunting lodge under the excuse of another of my parties. In two days’ time, we’ll strike.”
“Tell us what to do, my lord.”
With the sword and supporters at the secret passage inside the castle, he rallied his men there and told him the exact instructions: kill the traitors, spare the women and children, make their deaths quick. He’d take care of Uncle Torrhen like a true Mormont.
As he casually slid into the room where the men laughed and drank, madams and whores on their laps, many looked up to see a sober and tall Lord Rodrik. Despite his head throbbing, needing alcohol, he still held his head high, and stood against his seated uncle “I believe this is my seat. Thank you for warming it up, uncle, but I shall lead the festivities today.”
Begrudgingly, he got up and mockingly let him seat. Madams that he trusted had been replaced by the ones his uncle planned on attending, although he didn’t know of said trade, as planned. Three cupbearers served a very special wine. Not quite wine, not quite poison for his uncle’s lackeys. He raised his hand, calling for silence “A toast! For today, I take my rightful seat and pry it off those who’d threaten the goodwill of the Mormonts. A new era has arrived, and soon everything will fall into place.” Many of the men were sweating at this new play, thinking the same: he should be drunk and buried in a madam’s bosom, not here being the lord. He smiled. “But before the grand surprise, another final announcement: my good sister Aurynn has been betrothed to Prince Jacaerys Velaryon, and, in her eternal kindness, Princess Rhaenyra has offered me the hand of her niece, Baela Targaryen.” Murmurs erupted from his uncle’s men. He should be announcing his engagement to a Greyjoy. His uncle hissed something, but he ignored it. “Drink, to a prosperous future… and learning not to underestimate my power.”
That is when the sedative kicked in. All of them fainted, and the rest panicked. Like clockwork, his men sneaked upon the minor traitors and quickly slit their throats. His uncle tried to flee, but Rodrik tackled him and slammed him against the desk, Longclaw in his hand “Going somewhere, uncle? Before having a chat with me? Quite rude. Guards!” Then, he knocked him out, and took him to the planned cage, outside in the cold, cruel winter. They stripped him, beat him, cut off his hair and braids and chained him wound tight. As the sun rose, they took him out and placed him on his knees “You stand accused of high treason, murder, aiding abetting, corruption, and betraying your oath to the rightful heir. How do you answer to these crimes, Lord Torrhen?”
Gritting his teeth, he mumbled “I—I only did… what I thought best—,”
He got up, gripping Longclaw “The only thing you think about is your own greed. I’ve read all your letters. Your men have confessed under torture. The others are dead or on the run to Essos. Confess, and I shall make your death quick.”
“I… did it f-for… t-the rightful h-heir…” He looked at him coldly “Aegon Targaryen.”
He only shrugged coldly “Suit yourself. I shall marry Baela to right this wrong, and you’ll be too busy getting to know the worms underground.”
He cut off his head expertly, and nodded to the men outside to do what he had commanded ahead of the interrogation: execute the men the same way publicly as he himself announced the pardon to Torrhen’s prisoners and victims, and his departure to wed Baela… and bring her as the new Lady of Bear Island in three moons’ time.
As the memory faded, he noticed he wasn’t alone. Instead, stood the reason he had come here at all. Lady Baela Targaryen. He did a quick bow “My lady. Couldn’t sleep either?” They had talked here and there, and Rodrik had thrown Baela’s way some charming compliments and always made sure that fresh flowers and tokens were given to her, and always stood by her side during council meetings, where they were cupbearers and, of course, Rodrik spoke per House Mormont’s interests, which Baela seemed interested. This was their first talk since they had sat down and talked about how they felt about their marriage.
Baela shrugged “I always had trouble sleeping.”
Without needing to ask, Rodrik also got her a glass of water, and handed it to her “I suppose marrying a complete stranger isn’t how you imagined your wedding. You grew with Jace, and Jace with my sister, but not me.”
“Bear Island needed its heir’s presence. Besides, this engagement caught everyone off guard.”
“It sure did. But now that we are here… if you wish to get to know me, you only need to ask. I have nothing to hide from my future wife.”
Baela observed him, and then asked “How do you feel about fiery tempers?”
“I like a woman with character, and Bear Island’s lifestyle is cold and crude sometimes. I’ll need a strong wife by my side who can take it all.”
Baela’s eyes softened, an amused look on her face “Do you have some place to store Moondancer?”
“I do. It’s being perfected to cater your dragon’s tastes as we speak.”
“So my dragon doesn’t intimidate you?”
Rodrik shrugged, smiling “Every man in Westeros is a bit fascinated with dragons.”
Baela got closer to him “People whisper of your philandering. What are your honest declarations about it?”
“It is true, but for you, Lady Baela, I want to leave it in the past and focus on my wife.”
“For me, you say?”
He stroked her cheek, being almost against the table, and whispered “For you, Baela Targaryen. You have quite that effect.”
She smiled cheekily “Do I terrify you?”
“A bit,” he casually confessed “every man ought to be wisely a bit scared of his Targaryen wife. But again, I’ve always had a fondness for terrifying women.”
Baela chuckled, her hand tracing the neckline of his open nightshirt “Why me, Rodrik Mormont?”
His hand kept stroking her cheek, his other hand lingering close to her waist “Because my advisers might be right. You are what Bear Island and I need. A strong woman with a fiery temper and a bravery to endure this war and bring prosperity to Bear Island.”
They were close. Very close. Sparks were flying among them. It didn’t help that Baela was almost straddling him against the wooden desk, her hands on his shoulders, almost nose-to-nose. She then whispered “And do you believe them?”
He firmly seized her waist with his hand and whispered back “I am here, in this kitchen, showing you my cards, am I not, Lady Baela?”
“Yes, but can you handle the heat I bring?”
He smirked, rather sinful thoughts roaming his mind “I may be of ice, but give me some credit.”
He could kiss her. Hell, he could take her right there. She didn’t seem to be shy about it. In fact, she seemed willing. The way her dark eyes looked at him was equally smouldering and sinful. But then, he remembered what his advisor had said. Despite his urges, Baela was a respectable lady, and he needed to prove that he could be a gentleman. The order was clear: he was not to soil her until they were pronounced man and wife, and he was not to even look at other women ever again if he wanted this to work.
Taking a painstakingly deep breath, he gently broke the embrace and gave her an apologetic look “Pardon me, my lady. I’ve yet to remember myself. We should go to bed before we do something we might regret… and incur the princess’ wrath, or worse, your father’s.”
Without waiting for her to convince him, he curtsied and left the kitchen, heart pounding in his chest.
Dodged an arrow by a mile. The last thing he needed was to meet Vaemond Velaryon’s fate for thinking with his cock rather than his head. He had arrived expecting a vain and entitled princess to coddle, but getting to know the woman had been a different experience. He had been walked on by women in very odd scenarios, but this was different. Baela was an innocent woman, as far as he knew –but if she wasn’t, then he wouldn’t mind much—and there seemed to be a connection forming between the two. He had never felt the magnetic pull he felt towards Baela. He had many women in his lap –and other most private places—but Baela’s attention felt rewarding. He had found in her a fascinating woman that fuddled and intrigued him. Even if he had played confident, deep inside he was nervous. Never once a Targaryen had wed a Mormont. This was a unique match. His house—his and Lynn’s—tied to not one, but two Valyrian descent houses. The pressure was on from everywhere. He knew she was his duty first, but he wouldn’t be honest if he didn’t admit he wanted to give her a shot, because he wanted to be an honest man from now onwards.
Morning came once more, as he was woken by a servant, Rodrik blinked several times, not used to being woken by early morning, waking up normally at late noon. Sighing, he asked “What do we got today? Seating arrangement? Dance rehearsal, perhaps?”
The servant cleared its throat, clearly concerned “You are to spend a whole day hunting with Prince Daemon, my lord.”
“Ah, a chance to get to know Lynn’s betrothed as well—,”
“Alone.”
Oh fuck.
Oh, fuck.
#hotd fic#fic: among crowns#oc: rodrik mormont#baela targaryen#baela targaryen x oc#house mormont#my fic#hotd
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symbolism asks: 🔥 🎵 falin
Sorry the delayed response I was doing something irl lol!! These probably aren’t gonna be as long as usual answers since my phone is literally about to die so sorry my beloved mutual!! 💔💔
🔥 - elemental symbolism(fire vs water, sun vs moon, etc)
Well I’d say the obvious one would be the earth!! Since ya know his sister then the fact he’s born from a grave and all, he’s the bones that rotted away the ones that have flowers formed around given new flesh given new life and soon enough he’ll help the cycle of life repeat.
🎵 - music symbolism(we all desire a musical soundtrack for our ocs, what instruments wpuld you choose for a theme? do you already have songs that you associate with them?)
Oh I’ve got a few answers for this!! Firstly his main song inspo is the wedding list by Kate bush specifically these lyrics fit him!!
“We've come together in the very same room and I'm coming for you.” “Do you think I'd ever let you Get away with it, huh?” “And I feel good in my revenge.”
Secondly I think pre-transition Falin can fit don’t call me babe by shampoo these lyrics specifically!! “Your little girl, Is not your little girl no more.” “I don't know who to trust.” “I don't believe in you or anything no more.” “And I feel a change is coming, I'm getting out, I'm running, This time I've got to win, You can call me anything, but”
However if one really wants to understand the musical side in relation to Falin!! Good news!! He has an entire Spotify playlist!! Hooray!!
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Philia: Platonic Love. Dexx / Sniper
Wc: 2.5k
Cw: alcohol consumption, drunk characters. (Affectionate)
A/n: Okay so. Dexx is my Tf2 OC(@emotionally-creative-rogue), and the Sniper featured in this fanfic is meant to be @emotionally-alive-sniper - beloved friend Electro's. We chat often and thanks to his silly ideas on what Sniper would be like when tipsy; here we are.
A/n 2: I know what I usually write is x Reader stuff- and that will continue to happen! But I've been wanting to test the waters with OC stuff as well, so I'll leave a section of my masterlist to Dexx for the time being.
[kinda related drawing at the end!!]
Themes: Comfort, fluff
Taglist: @electro-omen
Masterlist
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It was a slow and quiet night at the base- well, as much as it could be. Light, muffled stomping could be heard through the walls as Scout ran around, and Soldier’s voice projected off the walls as usual. It was all white noise at this point.
Dexx had grown used to the chaos for the most part. It was calmer than usual as this was everyone’s first ceasefire day in a while- a deserved break that everyone seemed to be taking advantage of in their own ways. Dexx had gotten lots of drawing done during the day, along with some target practice. Now he wore some big, baggy pants, and his purple pajama top with moons littering it- not fully buttoned up, of course; as if he’d ever wear an outfit properly.
But now he sat in bed kicking his feet, bored, plushie in hand. They couldn’t quite place their finger on the feeling. Loneliness? No- well, he was used to being alone, and rather enjoyed it. But as out of character as it might sound, he craved interaction. No- that’s still not right. He doesn’t want to play a game of darts or poker with everyone, but he also doesn’t want to stay alone sitting in his bed. Just what is it?
He hopped out of bed, carefully placing the plushie near his main pillow and just barely covering it with his blanket, offering it a small pat. He slowly walked around his room, looking for something to cure his boredom. They didn’t really want to focus on one specific task per se- just something to occupy their mind. At a time like this, usually, something like hand puzzles or difficult riddles would be his go-to, but it wasn’t exactly a brain workout that they were looking for. Just something to occupy his body. Something mindless, even.
As he came across his desk, he saw a drawing that Pyro had come to make earlier of the two of them hugging. He absentmindedly smiled at it. Pyro sometimes swung by simply for some parallel play; it was well-known that the two artists would often hang out. It’s still odd to think how quickly they seemed to attract to each other since their first meeting. But luckily for Dexx, he managed to befriend the Pyromaniac without effort. Not to mention, it was definitely better to have them call you a friend rather than a foe.
Pyro told them that he could keep the drawing, and he was glad to do so. That’s when he noticed that there was no date attached. So he took the nearest marker and scribbled a very small date in the corner. He then absentmindedly pocketed the marker.
Bored, so bored, but his mind was a tad too tired to want to feel occupied. He wouldn’t’ve been able to put proper effort into a drawing, puzzle, or story if he tried. He heard a constant static ringing in their ears, but that was normal. It was always there, but there were some times when it was more tuned in than others. Luckily, it wasn’t all he could hear today.
He let out a breath as he debated facing the mercs. Not really interacting with them- just wanting to make it to the fridge, but who knew if he was gonna get stuck in a sudden conversation or ‘side quest’. He was comfortable enough lying down in his bed for the rest of the night; his lights were already off, after all. Only a small desk lamp that often stayed on was illuminating the room in a warm glow.
He considered his options.
Eh, maybe they’ll find a bag of chips or something. Nothing sounds perfect- no texture sounds necessarily good at the moment, but just anything to keep busy. He wasn’t tired enough to sleep; it was more of a mentally, comfortably drained rather than physically. He’d just like to end the night in a calm way.
Eventually, they looked back to the plushie that was tucked in on their bed and decided to make their way into the hall, with no exact destination set. The plan was the fridge, but the night could guide him anywhere.
Thankfully, nobody forced a conversation. He received a wave from Engineer which he returned and softly smiled at, and Scout had run past him asking for help while being chased by Soldier to which he replied; “Sounds like a personal problem to me,” With a grin.
Once he found himself a bag of chips to snack on, he once again felt somewhat lost. They surveyed the area, checking in to figure out what each of the other mercs were up to. He leaned against the wall as he grabbed a small handful of chips. Nothing interesting, everyone seemed to be up to their own devices. However, three people were missing. Medic, who was most likely hidden away in his lab, Spy, in his smoking room, and Sniper. In his van. Or maybe out for a walk? Or at one of his sniping spots? Hm. Funny how all the support classes always hide away.
Now that the thought crossed their mind, the night air did sound somewhat refreshing. He’d seen that it was a clear sky too, and he wasn’t one to miss an opportunity to admire the stars.
With his bag of chips in hand- some stuffed in his cheeks- he chucked on a pair of boots, not bothering to properly tie them up as he was only going to walk to Sniper’s van. Presumably.
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Soon, a soft, lazy knock reverberated through Sniper’s van. There appeared to be no lights on, but Dexx knew better. The moonlight was light enough that night as is, and he wasn’t one to oppose living in the dark. He understood. Hell, he rarely had their own lights on- sensitivity and all that. It was better with them off- fewer headaches and whatnot.
It wasn’t rare for Dexx to pop up unannounced. Still, it wasn’t a nightly occurrence, but Sniper knew to not need to be too cautious anymore. Which is why Dexx silently questioned why it took a little longer for him to come to unlock the van’s door. Did he hear stumbling? Ah well, doesn’t matter.
“Hey, Roo.”
Sniper stood, leaning on the doorway.
“Hey.”
Dexx’s voice was muffled as he spoke with his mouth full. A few moments, a swallow, and he spoke up again.
“Ya gonna let me in?”
They gestured behind Sniper with a nod of their head. Sniper seemed a bit… dazed? Didn’t seem like something to worry about, though. It wasn’t a surprise that he had a shitty sleep schedule too- so the possibility of him being sleep-deprived was there.
“Hm..? Oh! Uh, yeah. C’mon in.”
Sniper slightly stumbled aside to let Dexx in. His speech was a little slower than usual.
Dexx raised a brow as he hopped into the camper, silently offering Sniper the bag of chips. They kicked their boots off and took the bag back before making their way over to Sniper’s couch/collapsable table. He comfortably lay back, letting his left arm drape over the back of the couch, and was tempted to kick his feet up if the couch weren’t so small. That’s when he noticed the ‘issue’.
“Ohhh, that’s what’s goin’ on.”
It took Sniper an extra few seconds to process what Dexx was talking about, before his gaze landed on the few emptied bottles of beer, one recently opened.
Well, making the most of their day off, huh? It did no one any harm, after all. And they weren’t one to judge.
Sniper’s gaze lowered, even though he had nothing to be embarrassed about; Maybe it was Dexx’s tone that made him uneasy. But he was quickly reassured when the recently opened bottle was suddenly in Dexx’s right hand, then brought to their lips. Before taking a sip, he caught the way Sniper was looking at him and spoke;
“You don’t mind, do ya?”
Sniper shook his head, and Dexx took a swig. It wasn’t too late in the night anyway, and Dexx wouldn’t mind the static getting blurred for a small while. He trusted Sniper, after all.
Sniper sat beside Dexx, letting himself relax into the couch. He was aware that the both of them hated small talk with a passion, so he opted to stay quiet. It was more comfortable that way. Until Dexx broke the silence.
“Ya seen the starts tonight?”
He shook his head. He hadn’t left his camper since before sundown.
“Should. Sky’s clear, and they’re pretty as always. Can see a buncha constellations.”
Sniper half nodded. He enjoyed checking out the stars as well, but he honestly felt more comfortable staying right there. Though, he could have probably been sitting more comfortably. As he was considering moving, Dexx gently threw his legs over Sniper’s lap. The pressure was surprisingly nice, and it allowed Sniper to lean back more comfortably. He copied the way Dexx rested their arm over the back of the couch.
A radio played quiet music in the background, the current song being ‘Cooler than me’. Slowly, the static tuned out. Dexx closed his eyes and lay his head back to appreciate the quietness of his mind. Though he could never hope to imagine it’d be silent, comforting white noise was the best he could get. He could hear the warm buzz of the fridge, the crickets outside, the radio that sometimes cut for a moment. They got to relax and enjoy it.
Maybe tonight wouldn’t be so bad.
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“Yer handsome. An’ a lil’ blurry. But real handsome.”
Dexx opened an eye to focus on Sniper. Did he really just say that? It wasn’t exactly a big deal but… what could have spurred this on?
“Hm?”
Was all that they could manage. Primarily, he was confused. Unused to such random compliments. But he was also glad. Reassured. In some odd way, at least this meant that Sniper was comfortable enough with their presence.
“Jus’- don’ have the guts ta say it. Usually.”
Oh, that’s right. Forgot about that.
Dexx let out a light chuckle at the realization. Sniper’s just a little less reserved, and a little more relaxed right now.
“‘Preciate it. You’re not too bad yourself.”
Dexx took another swing.
“...I don’t think you get it. You’re..”
He struggled to find the words that were already meshed together.
“I admire the way you… present yourself. Without a care in the world of what others think. You don’t care about your image.”
Sniper spoke slowly and slurred, it still wasn’t the exact phrasing he had hoped for, but he couldn’t muster any better at the moment. Dexx closed his eyes and thought for a second. With a low hum, he spoke;
“Can I let you in on a secret?”Sniper nodded, even though he wasn’t exactly expecting an answer. He was content without one. Dexx twirled the liquid around in the bottle and focused on it.
“I do care. As much as I like to say fuck what others think, I value the opinions of people I care about.”
Another drink, and he set the empty glass down.
“But- usually, the people I end up caring about seem to like me too for some odd reason, so it works out.”
Sniper tilted his head to the side and burrowed a brow, trying to put the words together.
“Don’t take shit from the people that wouldn’t offer you good.”
A few minutes of comfortable silence pass. Dexx gently moves the small curtain of the window aside to gaze at the stars while Sniper’s still hooked on Dexx’s words,
Has he ever offered Dexx any good, though? Now that he thinks of it, he hasn’t done all that much, right?
“...Does my opinion matter to you?”It doesn’t take any time for Dexx to come up with an answer.
“‘Course, Dee. I don’t think y'know how much you’ve actually helped me. I’ve learned to trust a lot more reliably now more than ever thanks to you.”
The confusion on his face only showed more. They didn’t give any examples; it just didn’t make sense. Dexx quickly caught onto his expression.
“Do you not remember the times you managed to help me escape the crowd? Don’t think I miss the way you’ve saved my ass with a few lucky shots, too,-”
“-But I think my favorite part is when I get to just… be with you. Hang out in the same room. Doesn’t matter if we talk- or even interact at all. It brings a great deal of comfort to me." He takes a small breath in.
"You make me comfortable.”
Dexx took a moment to plan out his next sentence; it was beginning to get a little fuzzy, now.
“You just… being there improves my mood.”
Dexx closes the little curtain and allows his newly blurred gaze to focus on Sniper.
“So… thanks. For being around.”
Sniper couldn’t help the way his gaze softened.
Maybe professionals don’t have to have standards- just for a night.
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Dexx wiggled around a bit, noticing how sore their back was getting. They sat up, stretching out their legs a bit as well as their back before trying a new position. But that still wasn’t comfortable enough. So they tried a new one. One more try, and he gave up. He stood up, wobbled a few feet, and then plopped down on Sniper’s bed. Sniper let out a quiet chuckle at the sound of the bedsheets being disrupted.
“Ya gettin’ tired, Stardust?”
Dexx replied with a muffled voice, but raised his head to repeat himself.
“C’mere.”
Once Sniper stood up and stumbled over, Dexx properly sat up and laid his back against a pile of pillows that he had adjusted. Which left no pillows left to lie down on,
“N’ where m’ I s’pose ta lie down?”
Dexx opened his arms to Sniper.
“Said c’mere.”
Dexx didn’t wanna force Sniper into any physical contact if he didn’t want it, which is why he wasn’t initiating it outright. Sniper followed through though, and sat beside Dexx, taking a moment before properly laying his head on their chest. Dexx could now rest his head atop Sniper’s, and Sniper could hear their heartbeat. They sat like this, enjoying the not-so-silent silence together. This also allowed Dexx to easily clasp his hands together as a light hug.
“‘Preciate you, Dee. So much.”
Dexx mumbled against his hair, struggling more and more to find sincere words, but he did his best. Dexx broke his hold on his own hand, opting to gently cradle Sniper’s instead.
They were both in desperate need of someone to simply be there for the longest time. And here they were, finally finding each other. There was no pressure. Neither of them cared for any stupid romantic relationships, but they both just needed attention.
Was that so difficult to understand?
A friend to cuddle and stargaze with?
Someone to trust?
That’s all.
The next lines were hushed, but still comprehensible;
“Luv ya, Stardust.”
“Love you too, Dee.”
Is platonic love so hard to understand?
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Oct.2,23
#tf2#team fortress two#team fortress 2#tf2 oc#tf2 sniper#team fortress 2 oc#team fortess 2 sniper#tf2 sniper fanfic#tf2 fanfic#fanfic
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