myloveobbsessed

[myloveobbsessed]

a part 2 to obsession w/ hiccup? maybe a little smutty ;)

𝐀𝐧 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝟐

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Genre: fluff, smut

Warnings: smut, some unhealthy behaviors.

Characters: Slight yandere! Hiccup Haddock x femreader

Notes: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

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After another long flight in search of a new island, Hiccup hops off Toothless the moment they land. You slide down after him, stretching your legs from the ride, barely getting a few steps in before a hand suddenly wraps around your wrist.

He doesn’t say anything. His grip is firm, a little too firm, as he pulls you along behind him.

He doesn’t stop until you’re both inside the house. Only then does he release your wrist, striding across the room toward his desk. Without a word, he grabs a quill and starts scribbling furiously, whatever thoughts weighing on his mind pouring out onto the parchment.

You stand there for a second, watching his back, before letting out a quiet sigh. Crossing the room, you plop down onto the bed. The mattress dips beneath you as you stare up at the ceiling, lids growing heavy until you close your eyes.

For a while, the only sound in the room is the scratch of quill against paper.

Then a faint sigh breaks through. You don’t open your eyes at least not until you hear footsteps approaching, followed by a shift in the bed beside you.

You crack one eye open.

Hiccup sits at your side now, gazing down at the map in his hands, brows drawn tight in concentration or maybe confusion. But the moment his eyes flick to yours, you flinch a little in surprise.

With a huff, you turn away, curling onto your side.

There’s a pause.

Then the soft rustle of paper as he sets the map aside. A moment later, he scoots in closer behind you, his arm wrapping gently around your waist, pulling you back against him.

“Still moody?…youre not going to be able to keep up this silent treatment forever”

You don't make any other movements. Hiccup stares at you for a moment before leaning slightly over you so your face to face. His face only inches away you could feel his soft breaths. The brunette doesn't say a word until you finally crack your eyes open a bit to see what he's doing.

At the sight of your (e/c) orbs his lips finally part to speak his voice low. “Im sorry” his arm moves from you waist and up, hand resting on the side of your face. “Youre not quite ready and I understand”

You stare at him then turning your head away not responding for a good moment before opening your mouth. “Do look at me like that… you're making this hard”

A small chuckle escapes Hiccups throat, he turns your head back to face him again. “Am I the worst boyfriend ever?”

“You can say yes but I'd prefer it if you didn't”

Listening to him you can't help the way the corners of your lips quirk up. “No..I guess you're forgiven”

Hiccups smile widens slightly and kisses you on the lips a short sweet kiss which slightly catches you off guard. His gaze flickers from your lips then to your eyes, and back to your lips connecting them again. This kiss being longer than the first and a bit rough.

He pulls away and shifts you onto your back, positioning himself between your legs. His hands on either side of your head.

You notice the hunger in his eyes and slight desperation in his motions. “H-Hiccup” your hand moves to his chest halting him as he leans down to let your lips meet once again.

The brunette Viking stares down at you with amusement watching as you avoid his gaze your head turned away, cheeks flushed.

Removing your hand from his chest and bringing it up to his lips. He softly kisses your palm then your wrist. “You're so beautiful…” he whispers against your skin, intertwining his fingers with yours. His lips then move to your exposed neck kissing and sucking, leaving small purple marks. “I'm so lucky to have you”

Lips slowly course up your jaw the feeling causing you to turn your head back to face him again. Hiccup doesn't waste any time joining your lips again. Think time the kiss being deep and feels a bit possessive as if he wanted to stain the taste of his lips on yours make you only crave his touch.

And it only makes your heart skip a beat and your body relax more. his teeth bite your lip lightly. Silently asking for access. Almost reluctantly you part your lips and immediately feel the touch of his tongue against yours and taking dominance.

The touch of his wet muscle exploring your mouth erupts a muffled moan to escape your throat. The feeling of something prodding at your inner thigh. A heat pools between your thighs then just as you begin to need air he pulls away a thin string of saliva connecting the two of you. “I need you..”

The next few moments were kind of a blur to you as you both were now naked. Your clothes now scattered across the floor.

Your boyfriends cock leaks precum the sight making your whole grip around nothing. Hiccups hands grab your thighs spreading your legs a bit wider.

“God you're perfect” the brunette suddenly drags his finger from your clit to your hole In a few strokes eliciting a soft moan from you. Hiccups thumb slowly circles your clit watching as your face contorts into pleasure.

After feeling your cunt get wet enough Hiccup pushes two fingers into your hole thrusting them in and out listening to the sweet sounds that come from your mouth the pussy.

“a-ah..Hiccup..”

He scissors his fingers and curls them making sure to hit any sensitive spot his fingers can reach. Feeling you get more wet and your walls squeeze him makes his cock twitch. The long appendage begging for some friction.

Hiccup then pushes in a third finger trying to stretch you good for his cock though he believes he has already molded the shape of it in you.

You feel the knot in your stomach tighten and breath quickening. A sure sign of your orgasm about to hit. Your hips unconsciously move back on his fingers maybe to them deeper or to get to your high faster.

Yet your boyfriend pulls out his digits causing you to let out a small whine at the loss. Though you don't have the chance to complain as he drags his tip up and down your folds, against your clit and contracting hole.

“H-hiccup please” your boyfriend glances up at you a small smirk on his face. Though he gives in to your pleas slowly pushing his length inside hearing you let out a small gasp in response.

Hiccups gives you a moment to adjust before beginning to move his pace starts out slow and deep. Your hands grip the sheets as Hiccup also begins to stimulate your clit. Moans freely fall out of your mouth.

His pace doesn't stay for long as he quickly changes it to fast and hard. The sudden unexpected change makes you yelp. Your hand flew to cover your mouth. The sounds of skin hitting skin, muffled moans, and deep groans fill the room.

“Ah..H-hiccup- don't..stop” His hands go to grip your waist pulling down further on his cock. His thrust relentless, you struggle to keep up. The knot in your stomach forming once again.

“W-who was..he?” his sudden voice snaps you out of your small trance. “w-what..ngh..?” you look up at him his brows are furrowed his lips pointed I not a frown. And voice laced with an emotion you couldn't quite catch at the moment.

“You..know what I'm talking about” as he speaks his pace gets faster and thrust gets slightly rougher.

“You know e-exactly what I mean” his grip on your hips gets tighter. The pleasure overpowers the slight pain. Your back arches as you feel him hit a sensitive spot. “A-ah! H-Hiccup can we talk about t-this later?”

Hiccup grabs one of your legs putting it over his shoulder to get his cock deeper. With every plunge into your sopping cunt his tip hits all the right angles. “You were..mm..flirting with him”.

You try sitting up a bit to lessen the abuse to your cervix but he just pushes you back down. You let out a small whine ��Slow..down”.

“I saw you. you were touching him…mh..laughing” Hiccups eyes darken with jealousy. Your hands grip his biceps, his pace not letting up. “I-I wasn’t.” The knot in your stomach gets tighter threatening to let go.

“I’m c-close” Hiccup leans down connecting your lips with his in a rough, messy kiss. He lowly moans against your lips feeling your inner walls squeeze him. He pulls back slightly to look into your eyes his hips coming to a halt. Stoping the flow of pleasure.

You let out an annoyed huff having been so close to your release. “Hiccup-“

“You’re mine” he says in a matter-of-fact tone. “Say it” he demands. You quickly realize he won’t start again without you obeying. And wanting to just reach your high you listen “I’m..yours”.

Hearing those words leave your mouth Hiccup flips you on your stomach snaking his arm around you and lifting your ass. As his hips began to move again. Your eyes widen and a small gasp leaves your throat at the sudden change in position.

His pace matches the one from before. Though this time a bit less hard and you quickly feel your release rise again. Hiccup grips your hips nails digging into your skin. He sends a small slap to your ass.

“A-ah! Hiccup don't stop! I'm so close!”

He leans over pressing his front against your back his lips grazing your ear though he doesn't say a word the only sounds coming from him are low moans and grunts.

Your orgasm hits you like a train a wave of pleasure washing over you. Though your boyfriend pushes into you a few more times before pulling out watching his cock shoot out loads of his cum onto your back and the sheets.

You both sit there for a minute catching your breaths before Hiccup gets up grabbing a towel and cleans you up.

After finishing he tossed it aside and climbed back into the bed with you pulling you close against him his hold firm.

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[myloveobbsessed]

The Aster fic was soo cute🤭 If you’d be down to write another one could it be an already established relationship? Maybe domestic fluff headcannons or like simple cute things him and FemReader do like look out for each other and touchy love language😙 Anyway have a good day❤️

𝐒𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝

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Genre: fluff

Warnings: none

Characters: genderbend Astrid hofferson x femreader

Notes: this is kind of short

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“Here, let me.”

“I’ll do it.”

“Just relax.”

That was how it had gone all day Aster, borderline pampering you. It wasn’t your birthday or any special occasion that you could think of, but you weren’t about to complain. If anything, you were enjoying every second of it.

Now, his fingers gently scrubbed your scalp as he washed your hair, and a content smile curved your lips as you sank a little deeper into the warm bath.

After a few moments of peaceful silence, you finally spoke. “So… is there some kind of occasion or something?”

Aster’s hands paused for just a second before resuming their motions. “What are you talking about?”

You let out a soft chuckle, rolling your eyes even though he couldn’t see it. “This isn’t your usual behavior,” you said, glancing back at him.

He let out a small huff. “What, I can’t just do stuff for you now? Didn’t know I needed permission to take care of my girlfriend.”

His fingertips moved with a tenderness that made your heart melt a little more with each stroke, the rhythm of his touch soothing both your scalp and your thoughts.

“You’re really spoiling me today,” you murmured, your voice softened by the moment.

You could hear the smile in his voice when he replied, “Good. You deserve it.”

Your chest warmed more than the bath could account for. “And you’re sure there’s no secret reason for all this?” you teased, raising an eyebrow.

Aster leaned forward, his lips brushing just behind your ear as he muttered lowly, “Maybe I just like seeing you relaxed for once.”

A soft shiver ran down your spine, and your smile widened. “Flatterer.”

“Truth-teller,” he shot back smoothly, rinsing your hair with practiced hands.

After Aster finishes rinsing the last of the suds from your hair. Soon, he’s settled behind you in the tub, arms wrapping around your waist as you lean back against his chest. One of your hands rests in his, and you feel his thumb gently brushing over your ring finger.

The quiet between you is calm, intimate until he breaks it with a soft voice, almost hesitant. “Would you… would you want to spend the rest of your life with me?”

Then, more quickly, he tacks on, “I mean hypothetically, of course.”

You turn slightly in his hold, raising an eyebrow at his not-so-casual tone. His expression is hard to read, but there’s a flicker of vulnerability behind his eyes.

Still, you answer with zero hesitation. “Of course I would.”

Aster’s arms tighten around you just slightly, a breath catching in his throat like he hadn’t truly expected your answer even if part of him had hoped for it.

You feel the slow rise and fall of his chest against your back as he exhales, the tension he’d been holding finally slipping away.

His eyes soften, lips parting like he wants to say something more, but instead, he just pulls you closer, his chin resting against your shoulder.

“Yeah?” he murmurs, his voice quieter now, almost like he’s processing the weight of your words.

You tilt your head to look up at him, your nose brushing his jaw. “Yeah,” you repeat, soft but firm. “No hypotheticals. I mean it.”

His eyes search yours, and for a long moment, neither of you says anything. A smile slowly forms on his face and he presses a kiss to your shoulder. “Good”

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[myloveobbsessed]

do you, or would you write mlp x f reader smut??

i love your writing, have a great day 💕🧁

Thank you, I'm glad you like what I write ☺️. Yes I do mlp smut.

[myloveobbsessed]

helloo! I was wondering if you could maybe do a mlp x fem reader with Big McIntosh. Smut would be nice but if it isn’t there’s no worries. Thank yeew!

𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐀𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐬

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Genre: smut

Warnings: 18+

Characters: Big Mcintosh x femreader

Notes: -I'm not too good at writing smut yet but I'll try😭

- the two of you are humans

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You approach Big mac as he works on getting apples down from the trees. A tray in his with some cold lemon juice. His turned figure didn't seem to notice you yet until you speak up.

“Wanna take a break?”

Your boyfriend’s head turns at the sound of your voice there's a moment of silence be off when speaks a short response. “Lotta work to do”

Though you just chuckle taking a step closer and looking up at him. “Pleaseee”

He stares down at you as you give him a look you always do when wanting something. And not being able to say no to you he climbs down the ladder. Wiping the thing layer of sweat from his for head and taking the cup of lemonade off the tray as you both sit down.

Big Mac takes a slow sip from the cup, the glass beading with condensation as the cool drink cuts through the warmth of the afternoon. He lets out a low hum of approval.

He downs the rest of the drink, taking the glass from him you set it back down on the tray and set it aside. “Feeling refreshed?”

Your boyfriend nods “Eeyup”. You notice he makes a move to get back up probably to go work again though you put your hands on his thighs. “Noo that was barely a break. Five minutes”.

He stares at you for a moment before giving in settling back down. With a triumph grin you seat yourself in his lap your legs on each side of him burying your face into the crook of his neck and his hands immediately going to rest on your hips.

Suddenly you began leaving soft kisses on his neck causing a red hue to cover his cheeks and his grip to tighten. You lightly chuckle, younger shooting out to lick his skin “you smell like apples”

You're hands rub his chest feeling his pecks through his flannel shirt.

You pull away a bit to get a look at his flushed face his gaze avoiding yours. “I need you Mac..” his averted gaze only makes your smile widen. Moving your lips back to his neck leaving small hickeys, having them trail down to his slightly exposed collad bone.

Quiet almost silent whimpers which he tried keeping in, left his throat. The sounds of them riling you up more as you began rocking your hips against his crotch grinding down on his manhood.

His grip gets firmer as if trying to still you from stimulating his cock any further. Though you only take this as encouragement and start to feel a buldge begin to form in his pants. “C'mon Mac…youve been working so hard for a while”

You continue to whisper against him. His eyes steal glances at you. And as much as the apple farmer wanted to decline he had been so unknowingly pent up.

“You can pocket my panties afterward..I know how much you like doing that” Hearing you his now fully erect cock threatens to rips through his pants. And rubbing against your cunt the slight stimulation eliciting a small moan from you.

“A-ah.. you're making me so wet”

That sentence was enough for your boyfriend to lie you on the ground your back softly hitting the blades of grass and before you Knew it your bottom half was bare. Your cheeks flush out if slight emmbarssement and thrill.

“m-mac! You are really gonna do it here?” the two of you were decently far away from the barn so no one would probably hear you two but that's not to say that you still wouldn't be caught. And even so, the thought of that turned you on more.

his breath hot against your pussy lips. Slowly, but deliberately, he drags his tongue along your slit pulling a moan from you and a small buck of your hips. Your fingers tangle in his hair as his hands grip your hips again dragging you down closer and holding you in place.

As his tounge continues its explorations. Your hand slaps over your mouth to keep yourself more quiet. He finds your clit and begins to swirl his tongue around it, eliciting more soft moans from you.

Big Mac glances up watching as you fall apart on his tongue his own arsoul twitching, unwillingly confined in his pants. His tongue latches onto your clit gently sucking. Your legs slightly closing around him as he slowly pushes two fingers into your needy whole.

His two fingers pump in and out of you roughly. His mouth sucks on your clit hard, making wet noises. He can feel your inner muscles tightening around his fingers. He adds a third finger, preparing you for something much bigger.

“mm..ngh..mac I'm close…dont stop” you fingers tug at his hair causing him to lowly groans sending small vibrations through clit. His throbbing cock begs for release and as he hears your breath quickening and walls tightening around his fingers he knows you're going to cum.

Though before you can he sits up pulling his fingers out denying your release and earning a grown of annoyance. Your eyes meet his catching the small smirk on his face.

“Mac don't tease me…” he settles himself between your legs. Unzipping his pants pulling them down along with his boxers letting his thick length spring free. The sight of his flushed red tip that dribbles pre-cum made your heart skip a beat.

Big Mac grabs hic cock giving it a few stokes before pressing it against your still-contracting opening. You out a soft gasp when beginning to feel him enter you. Big Mac lets out a soft

sigh feeling his cock finally get the attention it craved.

It only takes a few seconds for him to bottom out. One hand grips the soft blades of grass beneath you, your other hand on his shoulder and your eyes quickly scanning your surroundings to make sure no one suddenly appeared.

Big Mac grabs one of your underthings placing your leg over his shoulder, as to get his dick deeper than it already is and leaning down against you your chests against each other.

After letting you adjust a bit he begans moving His heavy breaths and groans against your ear makes your wall clench around him. He plants soft kisses on your neck and slightly exposed collarbone. Your whimpers and moans are like music to his ears encourageing him to pick up the speed of his thrusts pounding into you.

You don't bother to hide the sounds coming from you anymore. Only caring about him filing you. Every deep thrust hits all the right spots that he knows gets you going. His body moves with confidence and control giving you no reprieve from his Intense fucking.

You feel his cock twitch inside if you and his movements get less rhythmic a sign that he's also getting close.

“Ah…Mac you feel so good” Your hands grip his shoulders your nails digging into him. “Come..on fill me with your cum” your boyfriend leans away a bit only to connect your lips in a deep passionate kiss swallowing your moans. Your tongue immediately slipping into his mouth.

Not being able to hold back an longer your orgadm finally washes over you. Your loud moan being drowned out by the kiss. He wraps his arms around you giving a few final rough thrusts before the knot in his stomach bursts covering your walls with his cum.

Big Mac breaks the kiss burying his face into the crook of your neck as you both come down from your highs. Though you don't get much time as you hear footsteps and voices approaching.

Big Mac quickly pulls out of you and pulls his pants back up as you put your clothes back on. And stand up on your slightly weak legs tidying up your appearance.

Applejack and Applebloom shortly round the corner their attention averting to the two of you oblivious to what you were just doing.

“Hey there (y/n) wasn't aware you were still here. Its good to see ya!” you smile at the both of them.

“Yeah just…helping out Mac. Though I should go now” Applebloom pouts a bit “Already?” you chuckle patting her head a little.

“ yeah I'm sure if I stated any longer id be one more of a distraction right Mac?” you look back at your boyfriend who's already back up the latter. He looks back you with a small short smile only you seemed to catch. “Eeyup”

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[myloveobbsessed]

Hello! Same Anon :) I was thinking maybe the reader is a gem miner, and meets chrysalis in the forgotten crystal caves beneath canterlot?

But whatever you write will be amazing either way :)

𝐆𝐞𝐦

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Genre: fluff

Warnings: none

Characters: Chrysalis x fem!pony reader

Notes: - I decided to keep you both ponies for this.

- sry if she's ooc. Haven't watched mlp in a while

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You wander the crystal caves beneath Canterlot, chipping away at the stone walls in search of any gems you can find. They always held a certain magic to you glimmering with mesmerizing light even in the dim cavern.

Your pickaxe strikes solid rock again, the familiar clang echoing through the tunnels. A faint glimmer catches your eye another gem embedded deep within. You carefully dig it out and add it to the growing pile in your cart before continuing down the tunnel.

But then…you hear something.

A voice. Distant, echoing faintly off the stone walls.

You pause, brows furrowing. You were certain you were the only one down here.

Curiosity guides your hooves as you follow the sound. The deeper you go, the more you can tell whoever it is, they’re angry. Frustrated. Pacing, muttering, the tone sharp with bitterness.

Rounding a bend, you finally see her.

Another pony or something like one ranting under her breath as she stalks back and forth. Her coat is a deep black, wings thin and insect-like. Her mane flows in long, tangled turquoise strands. Her legs… riddled with holes.

You freeze, unsure whether to stay hidden or speak up.

She hasn’t noticed you. Yet.

“Those ponies! I will get my revenge on Canterlot and Rain Supreme, I will not be defeated”

After another moment of watching her for another moment you show yourself. “Um are you alright?”

The creature whirls around at the sound of your voice.

Her green eyes narrow instantly, slitted pupils locking onto you. Her sharp fangs peek through parted lips as her gaze rakes over you.

She steps forward slowly, wings giving a small buzz, her voice dripping with venom and disbelief. “What are you doing down here, pony?”

You glance at the cart behind you. “I was mining. For gems. I didn’t mean to..um.interrupt your… monologue.”

Her expression darkens. “Monologue? That was not a monologue, it was a vow.” Her voice rises in pitch, bitter and sharp. “One day, Chrysalis will rule over Canterlot and all of Equestria!”

Your ears twitch at the name. Queen Chrysalis. “Who?” you question never hearing the name before.

She goes quiet for a moment “Chrysalis queen of the changelings!” she repeats as if trying to make her title click in your head. Though you both just silently stare at each other you just giving her a small shrug.

Chrysalis rolls her eyes scoffing and turning away. “Insolent!. I will gather my changeling army again and everyone will know me!”

You stare down her turned figure before grabbing one of the gems from your cart, stepping closer you hold it out to her. She glances at you from the corner of her eye. Turning towards you slightly raising a brow.

“What.”

You take another step forward turning her to take it. “For you”

Her eyes narrow “why would I want something as useless as that?”

You smile gently despite her scathing tone. “Because it’s not useless. It’s beautiful. And I think you could use something to cheer you up! You seem very upset”

Chrysalis stomps her hoof glancing at the gem in your hoof then back at you. “a rock will not ‘cheer me up’ what I want is power!”

“Well I dont have any of that to spare” you set the gem down moving it closer to her.

Chrysalis glares at the gem like it personally offended her, her lip curling slightly. “I don’t need charity, especially not from some clueless pony with dirt on her hooves.”

You don’t flinch. “It’s not charity. It’s a gesture.”

“A gesture?” she echoes, sneering.

You nod. “Yeah. Of kindness I don’t know what happened to you or what made you so angry, but… maybe you don’t have to be alone down here.”

Chrysalis doesn’t respond immediately, her eyes locked on the gem. The buzzing of her wings stills for a moment, the cave falling quiet. “You’re lucky I’m not in the mood to drain you dry right now,” she mutters, before adding under her breath.

A pause.

Then, almost grudgingly, she nudges the gem with a hoof and drags it closer to herself.

“…I suppose it is mildly pleasing to look at,” she grumbles. “For a rock.”

Smiling you sit down beside her earning a side-eye. Then there's another beat of silence before she speaks. “Tell me your name and maybe I will spear you from my changeling’s wrath when I rule”

Her words erupt a humorous laugh from you. “You could just ask you know, my name is (y/n)”

Chrysalis huffs, clearly unamused by your laughter, though the faintest twitch at the corner of her mouth suggests she doesn’t entirely hate the sound.

“Ask? I command.”

You grin, leaning back against the cold stone wall. “Well, I’m not one of your subjects. So maybe a little politeness wouldn’t hurt.”

“(Y/N),” she repeats slowly, as if tasting the name on her tongue. “Hmph. It’s plain. But… not entirely offensive.”

You smirk. “Wow, I’m flattered.”

Chrysalis gives a sharp huff through her nose, her wings giving a small flick behind her. “You should be. I don’t hand out compliments lightly.”

You chuckle. “And yet here I am, with a not-entirely-offensive name and one gems less in my cart. I must be doing something right.”

“I wouldn’t go that far,” she mutters, though her gaze lingers on the heart-shaped gem still tucked beside her. Her expression shifts for the briefest second a quick soft look.

Then it vanishes behind a glare.

“This doesn’t mean we’re friends, pony,” she snaps suddenly. “I don’t do friends.”

You tilt your head, still smiling. “That’s fine. We can just be… two creatures sitting in a cave, talking. No labels.”

Chrysalis narrows her eyes suspiciously, like she’s searching for a trick or hidden motive behind your calmness. But when she finds none, she exhales through her teeth, clearly annoyed that she doesn’t hate the idea.

“Fine,” she mutters. “But don’t get used to it. The next time we meet, I might be your ruler.”

You nod solemnly. “Duly noted. Just promise you won’t vaporize me on sight.”

“I make no promises.”

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[myloveobbsessed]

Hii!! I read your genderbend Astrid fic and was wondering if you can write some more of that or a dark! Hiccup x fem reader? You don't have too!😸

𝐀𝐧 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

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Genre: fluff

Warnings: some unhealthy behaviors

Characters: slight yandere! Hiccup Haddock x femreader

Notes: I'm kinda getting used to writing this kind of genre so it might be a bit bad.

- Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

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Obsessed.

That’s what Hiccup Haddock was.

Ever since the two of you were in diapers, he never wanted you far from his side. He didn’t like you making other friends. according to him, he was all you needed.

Wherever you were, the brunette wasn’t far behind. The two of you even discovered Toothless together. For the longest time, he was too nervous to confess his feelings. But the moment he saw someone else showing interest in you, that hesitation vanished. He blurted out his feelings on the spot and was overjoyed when you accepted them.

Unlike everyone else who eventually bonded with and rode their own dragons, your boyfriend insisted you always ride with him on Toothless. “It’s too dangerous to ride alone,” he’d say.

And honestly if you had to describe him in a word or two it be possessive and…overprotective. He thinks that you should even consider yourself lucky that's he's letting you step off berk.

“Look Hiccup I think they like me” the dragon nuzzles it head against you licking your face. You were on feeding duty for the dragons when one began showing you a bit more attention.

Your boyfriend strides over to you “they don't ‘like you’ you just smell like fish is all”. Hiccup plucks one of the fresh dead fish from the bucket and tossing it away causing the dragon to immediately go after it.

“Hey!” You look at him a bit offended by his words almost discreetly smeeling yourself. “I do not”.

Hiccup just gave you a triumphant little smirk, arms crossed as he watched the dragon chase after the tossed fish like an eager puppy. “Told you,” he said smugly.

You gave him a look. “They were being sweet! It’s not a crime to be loved, you know.” you huff “if you're jealous you can just say that”

Hiccup scoffs with a chuckle “Jealous? Of a flying reptile? Please I'm more mature than that”

You roll your eyes but perk up a bit “so then you'll let me have my own dragon now?” your boyfriend shakes his head moving a hand to your shoulder.

“You already know this” you sigh when hearing his response and try to bargain with him. “Oh c'mon ill be the safest rider you know. Plus its not like I'm just going to just jump off its back”

Hiccup’s hold on your shoulder slightly tightens as a more irritated look forms on his face. “I don't see any reason why you would need one. I don't know why you continue to pester me about it”

A frown appears on your face, your brows furrowing. “Why not? Everyone else has one even the twins and I wouldn't exactly call them the sharpest tools in the shed…do you think I'm just too stupid or something?” you huff crossing your arms “I'm just as much as a Viking as you, I can take care of myself Hiccup”

Even if you attempted to go against your boyfriends words and connect with another dragon. he would always make toothless scare the winged beast off.

A dark look flickers in hiccups eyes at your defiance but it quickly disappears. “I know you can..but you would be safer just riding with me. I mean look at this is what happens when dragon riding”

He motions down to his pegleg and staring at it makes you feel a bit guilty and sighing you reluctantly nod. “Okay..”

Your agreement, quiet and reluctant, seems to satisfy him. Hiccup’s expression softens immediately. He leans in and presses a kiss to your temple, his voice dropping to that familiar soothing tone he always used when he felt like he was winning.

“See?” he murmured, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “I just want what’s best for you.”

You nod again, though it feels more like surrender than agreement. He always said the right words caring, thoughtful, even reasonable. But it was getting harder to ignore how often his “care” came with silent ultimatums.

Toothless padded up beside you both. You reached out and ran your hand along his scales, but the gesture felt hollow now. You weren’t sure whether the dragon was truly your friend anymore…or just another set of eyes for Hiccup.

“Maybe one day,” you say quietly, “you’ll trust me to fly on my own.”

Hiccup didn’t respond right away.

And when he did, it was with a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Maybe,” he said. But you didn’t believe him.

•••

You kick your shoes off and sit down on your bed with a long sigh. The silence only stays for a few moments before hiccup enters the house. You suppress a small groan as he sets his things down on the table before going on a. Rant about his father again. While you just nod along and hum still in a bit of a sour mood.

“He wants me to take over berk” the brunette paces around the room. “Being chief just isn't fit for me and he can't see that”

“Mhm”

“I don't want to stay in the village all day, I want to be free and discover new islands”

“Mhm”

Hiccups stops and looks at you who's staring off into space his brows furrowing a bit. “Are you even listening to me?”

His comment snaps you put of it as your gaze travels back to him. Though you just shrug “I don't know Hiccup maybe you should be chief…then you wont be looking over my shoulder twenty-four seven..” you suggest mumbling the last part.

His eyes narrow arms crossing. “what? You're on his side?”

The shift in Hiccup’s tone is immediate defensive, sharp. You feel it more than hear it. That subtle but familiar tension that always creeps in whenever you try to push back, even just a little.

You sit up straighter. “I’m not on anyone’s side, Hiccup,” you say, trying to keep your voice calm. “Im just saying maybe being chief would be good for you, with all your quailtes you'd be a great leader! And then you won't have to keep an eye on me”

The young viking steps closer to you. “You will always be in my line of sight” he says in slight possessive tone. “Especially when we're married my dad pesters me about that as well”

Your eyes widen slightly at his words not expecting them. “Marriage?! Isn't a bit too early for that? I mean what if I'm not the right person you want? People fall out of love you know”

For some reason the thought of marrying your childhood friend now boyfriend seemed to have you debating whether or not you wanted too.

Hiccup’s expression darkens just a little, the sharp glint returning to his eyes.

“I don’t want anyone else,” he says firmly, almost too firmly. “I’ve known since we were kids that it was always going to be you.”

You open your mouth to respond, but nothing comes out right away. As the weight of his words settle. You’d always cared for him of course you had. He was your best friend for as long as you could remember. But things… changed. The older you got, the more you realized that his care often came with tight reins.

You force a laugh, trying to lighten the moment. “Yeah, well, maybe you always knew, but I didn’t really get a say in it, did I?”

His brow furrows, and for a second, his confidence falters. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

You hesitate. “It means I’m still figuring things out. About what I want. About who I want. And… it kind of feels like you’ve already made every decision for me before I had the chance to think.”

Hiccup’s jaw clenches, a flicker of something hurt flashing through his expression. “I just wanted to protect you.”

“I know,” you whisper. “But sometimes it feels like you want to own me.”

The silence that follows is heavy. Hiccup looks away, shoulders tense. For the first time in a long while, he doesn’t have a quick answer or a comforting phrase to win you back over.

You stand slowly, brushing past him, needing the space. “I’m not saying I don’t care about you,” you add. “But I need to know who I am outside of us. And you need to let me.”

He watches you, unmoving, And though he doesn’t reach for you this time, his voice follows you as you start to walk away.

“I’m not letting you go.”

It’s quiet, low but not uncertain.

And that, more than anything, is what sends a chill down your spine.

•••

[myloveobbsessed]

Hello! Me again! Can we have a isekai'ed reader who has a family like tv show shameless, they basically went to juve/jail before and knows how pickpocket, pick locks, fight incredibly well, and to lie so good that Tangen or Zenitsu can't detect it

They basically die from getting stabbed or something you decide. And wake up in demon slayer, they immediately become a street rat/fighter, basically they fight for money and quickly get somewhat wealthy enough to buy things without needing to steal, and have a place to sleep

But then Kyojuro and Sanemi gets into town to kill a pretty powerful demon, and the reader actually pickpockets Sanemi and both of them don't notice until it's to late.

Then when there fighting the demon one of them lose their weapon while the other one is to injured to fight or whatever, and before the demon could kill them the reader suddenly grabs their weapon and uses it like a bat and kills the demon brutally, basically kicking, cursing, and ripping the demon apart like paper

Them they drag Kyojuro and Sanemi to their shitty house and treats as beast as they could for whatever reason and trauma bound together :D

𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐏𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐩𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐭

•••

Genre: fluff

Warnings: some cursing.

Characters: Rengoku Kyojuro & Sanemi Shinazugawa.

Notes: - Ive never watched Shameless (heard its good though so I might) but I do get the gist of the family.

- sry this took a while haven been that motivated to write.

•••

Lying on the couch your peaceful sleep is disturbed by a kick to your leg not too harsh but enough to stir you from your slumber. Opening your eyes you come eye to eye with your sister. Your brows immediately furrowing in annoyance as you speak.

“What?”

She stares down at you “go get some milk”. She says in more of a demanding tone causing a roll of your eyes. “What ever happened to ‘please’?” You turn away from her closing your eyes again waving her off”

“Get someone else to do it I'm sleeping”.

She kicks your leg again urging you to get up.

“I can't find anyone else and I need to stay here and watch your brother”.

Your groan sitting up and sticking out your hand she hands you a ten. Standing up you mumble something incoherent under you're breath.

“What was that?” she questions her hands on her hips your turn away from her slipping your shoes on. “I said I'm going” you shoot back your tone laced with annoyance. Grabbing your coat you finally leaves out the door the cold night air immediately hitting you.

Causing a small shiver. Letting out a tired yawn you go down the steps and head off the to corner store.

•••

“Only thirty bucks…”

You glance down at the crumpled bills you’d effortlessly lifted from someone’s coat. With a shrug, you stuff the money into your pocket and step into the store, nodding casually at the clerk.

You wander the aisles, plucking a few things off the shelves that catch your eye, completely unaware of the hooded figure silently trailing you through the narrow rows.

Eventually, you grab the carton of milk you came for, pay, and step back out into the cold night air. Heading down a dim alleyway, you pull out a cigarette and raise it to your lips. Just as you flick your lighter you hear fast footsteps approaching.

You whirl around. There’s barely time to register the figure lunging toward you before pain explodes in your gut. Again. And again. A sharp, burning sensation rips through you as the knife plunges into your stomach, over and over.

A metallic taste floods your mouth. Your vision swims. The last thing you see is a blood-soaked blade glinting in the dim light then everything goes black.

With a groan, your eyes flutter open to a sky full of stars. You lie still for a moment, blinking. The pain is gone. Slowly, you sit up, pressing your hands to your stomach.

No blood. No wounds. No pain.

What the hell?

You remember it all too vividly to be a dream.

You glance around. You’re still in an alley but not the same one. This one is older, different. Strange.

You step out cautiously. The buildings look unfamiliar. wooden, traditional, like something out of a history book. Like… ancient Japan?

Did someone smuggle me into Japan?

Confused and disoriented, you spot a woman walking by and rush to her, tapping her shoulder. She turns, dressed in flowing traditional robes.

“Excuse me,” you say breathlessly. “Do you know where I am?”

She eyes you from head to toe, says something in a language you don’t understand, then walks away without another word.

You try a few more people, but they all give you the same dismissive looks or ignore you entirely. No one understands you.

Frustrated, you realize you’re on your own. If no one speaks English, you’ll have to figure this out yourself. First priority: find somewhere to stay.

A few months have passed.

You’ve managed to turn an abandoned house into something livable barely. It’s not much, but it’s home for now. You’ve survived on a mix of pickpocketing, betting, and winning fights.

Sorting through your earnings, you count out a few crumpled bills and tuck them away. Stepping outside, you decide to take a walk.

The streets are quiet and dark until you hear voices around the corner.

Perfect. More potential cash.

Two figures turn the corner. One is tall with wild, fiery hair. Cool. The other has stark white hair an odd choice. Both are dressed in matching uniforms, swords strapped to their sides.

You approach, but before you can say anything, the taller one stops you with a friendly smile.

“It’s not safe to be out here,” he says. “You should head back inside.”

Your eyes trail up to the mans hair. “Where do you get a dye job like that?” your gaze then travels to the other man beside him noticing the scars the litters on his skin. “Jesus did you fight a tiger or something?”

Both Sanemi and Rengoku share a look Sanemi speaks up this time. “Look go back in your house unless you want to die.” you're a bit taken back by his words you're eyes widening a bit. “Are threatening me sir?”

Sanemi snorts, unimpressed. “No. I’m warning you. There’s a difference.”

You scoff. “You’ve got a weird way of showing concern.”

Rengoku steps forward slightly, his tone warm but firm. “You are clearly… not from here. And not aware of what lurks after dark. Trust us when we say it’s not safe.”

“I can handle myself,” you mutter, shoving your hands in your pockets. “I didn’t survive getting stabbed to death just to be babysat by two samurai cosplayers.”

That catches their attention again.

Sanemi’s sharp eyes narrow. “What did you just say?���

“I said I got stabbed. Dead. Woke up in some alley like nothing happened. I’m guessing that’s not normal?”

The two hashira stare at you as if you were crazy but knew they didnt have time to stand around and chat. Sanemi speaks again stepping closer his tone filled with annoyance. “Go the fuck home I'm not going to babysit you”

You stare back at him and scoff and turn away not particularly in the mood for an altercation.

“Fine. I’ll go since you want to keep bitching about it”. You give them once last glance before walking off.

•••

Despite Sanemi’s warning, you didn’t go home. Why should you? You weren’t about to listen to some stranger just because he had a sword and an attitude.

You kept walking, wandering aimlessly through the quiet streets. But then, you started to hear something in the distance faint at first, but persistent. Crashes, grunts, the unmistakable sounds of battle. You hesitated, then curiosity got the better of you.

What the hell’s going on?

When you arrived, your eyes widened in disbelief. The area looked like it had been hit by a tornado splintered wood, shattered stone, and dust clouding the air. Amid the wreckage, you spotted two bodies. Rengoku, lying motionless, and Sanemi in a similar state nearby.

Then a deep, low chuckle behind you.

You whipped around.

Standing there was a creature straight out of a nightmare. Twisted, deformed, inhuman. Its limbs were too long, its skin stretched taut over bones, and its eyes gleamed with hunger.

It licked its lips with a long, snake-like tongue and grinned.

“An appetizer and a snack. Oh, lucky me.”

Your brain struggled to process the situation, but your mouth moved on instinct.

“What the fuck are you talking about? You look mad crazy right now.”

Your eyes dropped to the ground and there, beside the rubble, was a katana. You didn’t know whose it was, didn’t care. You dove for it and gripped the hilt tight. You’d never held a sword before, but how hard could it be? Just swing and don’t miss like baseball.

The demon lunged, a blur of movement too fast to fully track. But instinct screamed at you. You yanked the blade up and swung.

Its arm hit the ground with a thud, black blood splattering across the dirt.

The creature shrieked in pain, and you leapt back, heart pounding, chest heaving.

Okay, you thought, staring down at the blade in your shaking hands. That actually worked.

The demon staggered back, clutching the stump where its arm used to be though it grows back quickly after, eyes blazing with fury.

“You little worm!” it howled. “You’ll pay for that!”

you squared your stance and raised the katana again.

“Yeah? Then come collect.”

The thing lunged again, shrieking like a banshee, claws extended but you were ready this time. You stepped to the side and swung again, blade whistling through the air.

Its leg buckled beneath it. Another scream, more black blood.

This time, you pressed the katana through its chest, pinning it to the ground. You kicked at it before quickly grabbing a large rock and smashing its head until it stopped moving.

You breathed out a heavy sigh, relieved the fight was over. Glancing back at the two men, you let out another sigh.

•••

Later, you sit quietly at your table, drinking tea when footsteps approach. Turning around, you meet the sight of Sanemi’s bandaged figure. The room falls silent for a moment before you speak.

“Oh, you’re finally up. You’ve been out for hours,” you chuckle. “Though you and your fiery friend were almost dead.”

He shuffled closer, leaning heavily against the doorway. “Don’t think I’m here to thank you or anything.”

You raised an eyebrow, setting your cup down. “Then what are you doing here? Need more stitches?”

Sanemi just scoffed, rubbing his side.

“Cant beleive you two actually fight those things. I could never” there's another beat of silence before you speak again. “Well are you going to just stand there or sit down?”

Sanemi grumbled something under his breath, but after a moment of hesitation, he limped over and sank into the chair across from you, his expression still sharp despite the fatigue in his eyes.

“I shouldn’t even be here,” he muttered, glancing around the room like it offended him.

He scoffed, looking at you with a mix of irritation and… grudging respect. “You swing a sword like someone who’s been doing it for years. That wasn’t luck.”

“I swing a sword like someone who didn’t want to die,” you corrected, meeting his gaze evenly. “Big difference.”

“You're not from around here” the white-haired male speaks lowly. Your roll your eyes chuckling “I thought that was obvious. I don't know how I got here. But I'm here” you take another sip of your tea. Sanemi stares at you “You make no sense”.

“What are those things anyway? And why would you willingly fight them” you question ignoring his comment.

Sanemi scoffed again, like the answer should be obvious. “They’re demons,” he said, tone edged with bitterness. “They eat people. Tear apart villages. Slaughter entire families just because they can.”

He leaned forward slightly, eyes narrowing. “And someone has to stop them.”

You held his gaze, the seriousness in his voice sinking in. “Demons,” you repeated quietly “honestly If one didn't just try and eat me then I wouldn't believe you.”

There was a moment of quiet between you both, then you asked “How long have you been doing this?”

Sanemi didn’t answer right away. He glanced at the scarred knuckles on his hand before muttering, “Too long.”

You nodded, understanding more in his silence than his words. Then you spoke again “Is that why you’re always pissed off?”.

“Maybe,” he admitted. “But people like you don’t last long around here”. You let out a slightly offended gasp “whats that supposed to mean?”

A pair of footsteps interrupt your conversation. The flame-haired man coming into view his usual bright smile painted on his face. Rengoku walks closer and sits down. “Good you're awake as well. I'm relived both of you are alive cause I don't know what to do with two dead bodies”.

Rengoku let out a hearty laugh at your comment, his voice warm despite the bandages on his shoulder. “Ha! You have quite the sense of humor. I like that.”

Sanemi rolled his eyes, crossing his arms with a wince. “She also has a death wish. Fought a demon like it was a bar fight.”

“I’m sitting right here,” you muttered, raising a brow. “And I saved both your asses, by the way. A little gratitude wouldn’t kill you.”

Sanemi snorted but didn’t argue.

Rengoku, on the other hand, leaned forward, eyes gleaming with admiration. “Truly, I am impressed. For someone untrained, you handled yourself remarkably well. That takes courage.”

You gave a small shrug, trying to play it cool. “I just didn’t want to die.”

“Even so,” Rengoku said firmly, “many freeze in the face of death. You moved. You fought. That is rare.”

Sanemi mumbled under his breath, “Or reckless.” You shot him a look. “Still breathing, aren’t you?”

That shut him up if only for a second.

The three of you talked for a few more hours and eventually they had to leave. Leading them too the front door you stop them before they could walk out. “Oh before you go I should give these back”.

You pull out two items from your pockets heading one each to them. Sanemi stares at the leather rectangle in his hand before his gaze shoots back up to you.

“Bitch is this my wallet?” he questions tapping his pockets for the very item. “Hey language” you reply back a smile on your face.

The white-haired hashira narrows his eyes at you. “I take back my ‘thanks’ you fucking theif”

You put your hand to your chest as if offended “hey you're lucky I gave them back. You didn't even notice it was missing, I don't steal from my friends”

Sanemi scoffed, slipping the wallet back into his pocket with an annoyed huff. “We’re not friends.”

You grinned. “Then it’s a good thing I gave it back before we crossed that line, huh?”

Beside him, Rengoku looked down at the item you handed him his sheath, slightly scorched but intact. “Ah! I was wondering where this had gone!” he beamed. “Thank you for keeping it safe!”

“Unlike your grumpy friend here,” you said, tilting your head toward Sanemi with a smug look. “He would’ve blamed the raccoons.”

Sanemi rolled his eyes. “I should’ve let that demon take a bite out of you.”

You laughed. “You tried. Didn’t work.”

He opened his mouth to snap back, but Rengoku placed a hand on his shoulder with a chuckle. “Let’s not lose our tempers. We owe them more than we care to admit.”

Sanemi grumbled under his breath but didn’t argue further.

•••

[myloveobbsessed]

Hello! Do you still write for MLP? I love your writing and was wondering if you could write something for Queen Chrysalis? F!reader maybe? :3

I'm glad you like what I write :) and yes I do still write for mlp. Did you have something specific in mind for her?

[myloveobbsessed]

𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐞𝐫𝐮𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢

•••

Genre: fluff

Warnings: none

Characters: Teruhashi Kokomi x GN!reader

Notes: none

•••

Girlfriend Teruhashi: who when heard there was a new student joining her class hoped they wouldn't be prettier than her.

Girlfriend Teruhashi: who when you walked into class eyes widened, mouth slightly agape. She never seen someone so beautiful/handsome. And even more shocked when learning you were Nendo’s sibling. She couldn't believe you were even closely related to him.

Girlfriend Teruhashi: who internally freaks out when you get seated by her a faint pink hue appearing on her cheeks. The entire class period she steals glances at you wanting your face to be ingrained into her memory.

Girlfriend Teruhashi: who after class uncharacteristically shy. comes up to you and asks to hang out (much to her admirer's displeasure). You agree wanting to meet new people.

Girlfriend Teruhashi: who brings you to one of her favorite dessert spots ordering you one of her personal favorite cakes. Her face lightly up when watching you enjoy it giving a hum in delight.

Girlfriend Teruhashi: who falls for you more when the check comes and you insist on paying stating “a girl as pretty as you should never pay for her own food” Your words not hers. And I mean yes she has been called pretty and had her food payed for before, even by complete strangers but it feels different when you do it.

Girlfriend Teruhashi: who though likes the compliments given to her all the time by others, is endeared your effort in actually wanting to get to know her. So her love has completely averted from Saiki to you (which he silently thanks you for).

Girlfriend Terushashi: who asks you to be her girlfriend/boyfriend one night at a festival while you two watch the fireworks and is overjoyed when you return her feelings.

Girlfriend Teruhashi: who sends you ‘good morning’ and ‘good night’ nexts everyday and gets. A bit upset when you don't respond with the same.

Girlfriend Teruhashi: who is with or talks to you every chance she gets. You're walking alone in school, all of a sudden she's next to you wrapping her arm around yours and chattering happily. showering. You're on the phone trying to hear over the running water. Eating. Your watching her as if it were a Mukbang video. Sleeping. You can hear her soft breaths through the speaker (don't hang up or she’ll be mad)

Girlfriend Teruhashi: who trusts you, but gets easily jealous when compliment another girl in front of her. She knows she's prettier (your words not hers) but still can't help the pout that appears on her lips.

Girlfriend Teruhashi: who’s first kiss was you. She still gets butterflies everytime she thinks back to the kiss. And everytime your lips meet she's holds it for a long as possible.

Girlfriend Teruhashi: who is always able to get the two of you front-row seats to anything. (mostly by charming people)

Girlfriend Teruhashi: who always has to come over to your house because her brother gives you death glares or trys eavesdropping on the two of you at hers. Though she doesn't mind because she gets to lie in your bed and try on your clothes smelling your scent on them.

Girlfriend Teruhahsi: who sends you slightly seductive photos when you're out with friends. Fully aware what she is doing and knowing it gets you going.

Girlfriend Teruhashi: who you have make out sessions with in the schools storage closet. The slight chance of being caught thrills her.

Girlfriend Teruhashi: who is always the little spoon when you two cuddle because she likes the feeling a being held.

•••

[myloveobbsessed]

ㄥ工ㄒ乇 山工ㄒ卄 ㄒ卄乇爪

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Genre: fluff

Warnings: none

Characters: Muzan, Kokoushibo, Douma and Akaza.

Notes:

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Part 3, 2, 1

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Cat Muzan: Muzan strunts around like he owns the place. He's extremely independent with little interest in affection or companionship from the other cats or even you. Unless its on his own terms he'd always expect others to stay out of his way.

Cat Muzan: He sometimes makes you carry him up the stairs (the only time he lets you pick him up).

Cat Muzan: he's a master at getting what he wants. He knows youre weak. often employing clever tricks wether its opening cabinets to reach treats, or finding hidden spaces to sleep undisturbed.

Cat Muzan: Muzan expects immediate attention and obedience making it clear when he wants something if you don't meet his demands he'd let you know with a cold, unimpressed stare or sharp swipe of his paw. And he might knock things over just to assert his power.

Cat Muzan: on very rare occasions he might show a hint of affection but only if it benefits him in some way. A gentle nudge or a slow calculating purr might make you feel like you're finally in his good graces only for him to turn cold again in the next moment. Almost as if he's rewarding you for meeting his standards.

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Cat Kokushibo: who's never really startled or bothered. Another of your pretty quiet cats. He also often hides away in dark places.

Cat Kokushibo: who some of the other cats tend to avoid. He doesn't seem to care that he has almost on interaction with the others, and when you or one of the other cats try and play he’ll just stare unmoving as if you're bothering him.

Cat Kokushibo: though sometimes he will come up to you and rub against your leg a little to allow you to pet him. Just don't coo and tease him for it or he’ll immediately walk away.

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Cat Douma: Who is another one of your friendly cats. A bit too friendly. Approaching anyone and everyone wether human or animal he enjoys being the center of attention. Constantly weaving around peoples legs, brushing up against them, meowing in a charming almost sweet way to get what he wants.

Cat Douma: who likes to bring you dead and live animals such as mice, birds, moles etc. You swear everytime he's drops it at your feet there's a grin on his little cat face. And wether your reaction is positive or not to his prey he will continue to bring them. Causing you to quickly close your patio door when seeing him running back to the house with something in his mouth, yelling at him to drop it.

Cat Douma: Douma is constantly affectionate, often to the point of clingy. He'd insist on curling up in your lap, sitting on your chest or pressing his head against you while purring enthusiastically. However you can't tell if its genuine or if he's just mimicking the other cats.

Cat Douma: who, as you would guess is the type to knock things off shelves and tables even if you're looking directly at him telling him not to do it.

Cat Douma: who enjoys messing with a few of the other cats like Shinobu and Akaza. Often following them around until then swipe their paw or attack him. (though that doesn't stop him from doing it again)

Cat Douma: sometimes he will stare at you unblinking for long periods of time. Though not directly at you but just past you causing you look back though there is always nothing there. He does this cause he knows it freaks you out. Then he’ll suddenly just stop and walk away.

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Cat Akaza: who has a very strong bond with you. Sometimes following you around the house ‘keeping you safe’. If you have someone else over and they're getting too close for comfort he'd hiss and scratch at them.

Cat Akaza: He of course doesn't back down from a fight. Doesn't matter the animal he only sees it as more of a challenge. Even during play he'd go a little too hard sometimes. Pouncing aggressively, wrestling toys like they've wronged him or chasing shadows with intense focus.

Cat Akaza: who loves jumping to high places, darting around the room or climbing furniture he definitely wasn't supposed to touch. He'd be muscular and fast with strong paws and a powerful leap. There's no point in putting any kind of pet gate in your house cause he will be able to jump over. He might even challenge your hand to a surprise “duel” mid-pet.

Cat Akaza: while not the cuddliest cat, he'd often show his affection in headbutts, protective behaviors or lying near you. High might groom you by licking your hand or even your face. Like he's making sure you're battle-ready.

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[myloveobbsessed]

Ｗｅｅｐ

•••

Genre: angst

Warnings: mentions of reader dying

Characters: Katsuki Bakugo x terminally ill femreader

Notes: - thought I needed to write a little angst.

- Bakugo is a pro hero in this.

•••

Katsuki checks the time on his phone, before putting more pressure on the gas pedal. Your favorite flowers and sweets lying in the passenger seat.

He had just gotten off his shift and a little later than usual he immidently makes his way to the hospital not bothering to go home and change. Being held back irritated him as he now has lost some time with you.

Soon he reaches the hospital, parking he grabs your items and speed walks in passing the front counter. Already memorizing your room number quickly reaching the door he stands there for a moment before walking in.

Spotting you looking out the window, though when hearing the door open you turn you head a smile appearing on your face. The corners of his lips turn up as he walks to the side of your bed taking a seat in a chair.

The blonde slips his hand into yours “sorry im late. Got held up at the office” you just shake your head in response. “Its fine Kats. I don't mind if you're a little late.”

Your eyes trail to the flowers and box of take out on his lap. “Those for me?” you ask despite already knowing the answer. Your boyfirend grins handing you your gifts. “You know they are Sweets.”

You bring the take out closer and open the box the aroma of it invading your nostrils. “Ah thank you I'm so tired of hospital food.”

Katsuki scoffs lightly, leaning back in the chair but never letting go of your hand. “Yeah, figured you would be. Told ‘em a hundred times their food tastes like cardboard.” He watches as you dig into the takeout, clearly relieved, and the sight of you finally smiling a little brighter softens the usual edge in his eyes.

He brushes a thumb over your knuckles, gaze lingering on your face. “You eat that whole box, yeah? I’ll bring you more tomorrow.”

You pause mid-bite, swallowing before giving him a teasing look. “So demanding.”

“Damn right,” he mutters, but his voice is low and warm. “I’m not lettin’ you lose any more weight ‘cause of those dry-ass meatloafs they serve here.”

You lightly chuckle popping some chicken in your mouth “the meatloaf isn't the worst thing here”. Katsuki silently watches you eat, lightly squeezing your hand every now and then.

His eyes trailing to the iv connected to you and the soft beeping of the heart monitor. His mind thinking back to the conversation him and your doctor had. How he only gives six months tops maybe less.

You've been terminally ill for some time now and the thought of soon being without you mentally breaks him. Though he tries not to let you see that.

You glance up between bites, catching the faraway look in his eyes. The slight tension in his jaw. You know him too well not to notice it.

“Kats,” you murmur, swallowing, “I’m okay… right now, I’m okay.”

His gaze snaps back to you, and he offers a quick nod, though his hand tightens around yours like he’s scared you’ll slip through his fingers if he lets go for even a second.

“Yeah,” he says, voice rough. “I know. Just… hate seein’ you in this place.”

You smile, reaching over with your free hand to brush your fingers through his messy blonde hair. “It’s not so bad when you’re here. Makes this place feel like home.”

Bakugo averts his gaze again his brows furrowing “I don't want it to be. You should be at our home, where you belong.”

His words cause a small pain in your heart “I know..I want to be there too…” you move your food and flowers to your beside table to let the blonde burry his head in your lap his arms wrapping around your waist one of your hands finding its place in his hair while the other softly rubs his back.

Tears threaten to escape Katsuki’s eyes and wet the hospital sheets. Every night you're not lying beside him in your shared bed, in the kitchen finishing up dinner when he gets off a tiring day of hero work, or keeping yourself awake till late hours of the night to wait for him to finally get arrive home so you two could go to sleep tighter wrapped in each others embrace.

He refused to let the thought of loosing you cloud up his mind drowning out every other thought. But he couldn't help it. He knew that you would succumb to your terrible fate. Scared that he would not be there in your final moments. He didn't know if he wanted to be.

Katsuki lets out a shaky breath against the sheets the sensation of your fingers combing through his hair bringing some comfort. He parts his lips muttering low you almost don't hear him “please don't leave me…”.

Another pang in your chest, your hand halting in place a short silence taking over the two of you before you speak. “Lie down with me” visitors aren't supposed to lie down with the patients but you didn't care.

Katsuki lifts his head to look at you for a moment before getting up and swiftly taking off anything on his hero costume that would get in the way or be uncomfortable and carefully getting beside you on the bed definitely not meant for two but you made it work. Your husband pulls you close agsint him holding you tightly though not enough to hurt. He would rather die than he even think about inflicting pain on you.

He buries his face in your hair taking in your scent as you lie your head on his chest.

The rhythmic rise and fall of his chest beneath your cheek slowly eases the ache that had settled in your own. His heart beats strong and steady, grounding you in a moment that you both know can’t last forever but right now, neither of you are thinking about then. Only this.

Katsuki’s hand runs up and down your back in slow, careful strokes, like if he stops, you’ll vanish. His voice is soft gentler than anyone else ever gets to hear it as he speaks near your ear.

“I hate this place,” he says, lips brushing your temple. “Hate the smell, the sounds… the way they look at you like you’re already gone.”

You nuzzle into him, closing your eyes. “But I’m not. I’m still here.”

He exhales shakily, clutching you tighter. “Yeah. You are. And I’m gonna make sure every second you are, you’re not alone.”

A silence falls again, thick with unspoken feelings. The kind that fill the cracks where words fall short. You hear the muffled sound of nurses walking past your room, carts rolling along the hall, pages over the intercom but none of it matters. You’re wrapped in his warmth, his scent, the sound of his breath, and it’s enough.

“Katsuki?” you murmur.

“Yeah?”

“If this were the last night… if it ended tomorrow… would you be okay?”

He stills. Then, quietly, firmly, “No.”

You lift your head, eyes meeting his. He looks tired. Not from work but from the constant battle of trying to be strong for both of you. You cradle his face, thumb brushing along his cheek.

“But I’ll never stop loving you,” he continues. “Even if you’re not here, that doesn’t change.”

Tears slip from the corners of your eyes, and he catches them with his lips pressing a soft kiss to each one. “I’d rather have this pain… than never have had you at all.”

•••

[myloveobbsessed]

Ｃａｔ ｉｎ Ｐｉｘｉｅ Ｈｏｌｌｏｗ

•••

Genre: fluff

Characters: fairy’s x GN!reader

Warnings: none

Notes: - you would probably have to be an animal fairy for this.

- the cat is maine coon

•••

You first found Wisp when you heard soft mew in the autumn forest. Following the sounds you come upon a newborn kitten. He was just a bit bigger than you. Not seeing the mom around anywhere you didn't want to leave him alone especially with the hawks that come around.

So you just took him home and nurtured him. It was quite difficult hiding him from the other fairies knowing you weren’t exactly supposed have a cat with you. Another predator of the fairies in Pixie Hollow, you were running out of excuses of what the bodies were coming from your house and Wisp was starting to get to big for it so you had to relocate him.

Though when you kept sneaking away to do god knows what. They got a little suspicious and decided to follow you. A bit deeper in the autumn forest they hide behind a bush and watch you call out a large cat.

Iridessa lets out a loud gasp but is quickly shushed by the others. Though you had already heard then turning around you catch them quickly duck down behind the bush. Sighing you fly over to where they are.

“You guys followed me?” putting your hands on your hips you look at them. And knowing they've been caught they come from behind the plant. Wisp now right behind you staring at the other faries as they kept a distance between you being cautious.

“(y/n)…why do you have that?” vidia questions. You look at Wisp then back at them and smile. “Oh there's nothing to worry about. Wisp is harmless a big sweetheart.”

Your words don’t seem to reassure them much especially not when Wisp blinks slowly and lets out a low mrrrow that sends Iridessa half-hiding behind Rosetta.

“He’s huge, (Y/N),” Tinker Bell whispers, eyes wide. “That’s not a kitten anymore. That’s practically a panther!”

You softly pet his snout and he nuzzles into your hand. “Actually he's a Maine coon, he's one of the more gentle species of cats.” you said as a matter of fact.

“That doesn't make him less of a predator!” Vidia chimes in again”

You give her a look—half amused, half exasperated. “Well technically, everything’s a predator to fairies if it’s bigger than us. Even squirrels.”

“That’s not the point!” Vidia throws her hands up. “You’ve been hiding a giant cat in the forest, sneaking off every day, and we thought what if you were in trouble? But no, turns out you’ve been cuddling this! This… walking death machine with fur!” She gestures dramatically at Wisp, who lets out another low, grumbly mrrr almost sounding offended.

Rosetta tries to step in with a softer voice, “I mean… you do have a point, sugar. If he hasn’t hurt you yet, maybe he really is safe. But still, he’s not exactly… welcome in Pixie Hollow. The Queen would throw a fit if she knew.”

“Yes I know. But I can't hide him forever…so its probably time I've showed him to her.” the look on your friend's faces silently spoke of what they thought about that idea.

“I…dont think that's such a good idea..” Tinkerbell says hesitantly while the others nod. “I mean imagine the chaos you'll bring. Trust me”

You stay silent for a few moments thinking she's right. Just then Silvemist speaks up “oh!how about you show him too her at night? So there won't be many fairies out?”

Your eyes light up a bit at Silvermist’s suggestion. “That’s… actually not a bad idea.”

The others look at her in mild disbelief.

“Wait, are we encouraging this now?” Vidia raises an eyebrow. “You were all just ready to run screaming five minutes ago.”

“Well,” Silvermist shrugs, smiling gently, “if (y/n) really trusts him, maybe we should too. And if she introduces him when it’s quiet, the Queen might not be so… startled.”

“She’s still going to lose it,” Iridessa mutters, “but maybe she won’t banish him immediately.”

“I’d rather take my chances with her than hide him forever,” you say firmly, gently resting your hand on Wisp’s head as he leans into your touch.

•••

Nightfall quickly comes around and you and with the help of your friends you're able to get Wisp to the pixie dust tree without bringing attention to him.

You make your way in the tree telling them to make sure Wisp stays put and doesn't try and follow you in. Seeing the queen, minister and fairy Mary having a conversation you duck out of the way and take a deep breath to prepare yourself. Finally you come out and a dress yourself.

“Queen Clarion…” the said fairy turns to you a little surprised to see you here. “Yes?….is something wrong (y/n)?”

You stay silent for a moment before speaking again. “Theres…something I want to show you. Its really important” before she could answer the minister chimes in a quite bossy tone. “The queen in busy right now. Your ‘thing’ will have to wait”

You glance at him then back to the queen. “Can this matter wait until tomorrow (y/n)?” you shake your head. “Unfortunately it can't queen Clarion you should see him now before someone else does.”

Queen Clarion’s expression shifts curiosity now lacing her otherwise calm features. She studies your face, searching it for the urgency you speak with, and whatever she sees there is enough to override any further hesitation.

With a soft nod, she says, “Very well. Lead the way.”

The minister starts to object again, “Your majesty, I must protest this kind of disruption—”

But Queen Clarion silences him with a single glance. “I trust (Y/N).”

With that, you quickly turn and lead her out of the tree. The crisp night air greets you, and your friends all look up anxiously from where they’ve kept Wisp hidden behind the thick brush and tree roots. He lifts his head as he senses you approaching, and the moment his large form steps into view, Queen Clarion stops in her tracks.

Wisp sits with his tail curled neatly around his paws, blinking those big eyes up at the queen. He gives a soft, quiet mrrrow, not threatening just curious.

Queen Clarion is silent for a long moment. You can see her wings flutter gently, but her expression stays unreadable. Even Fairy Mary looks stunned, glancing between you and Wisp.

“…That’s… a cat,” Mary finally murmurs.

“A very large one,” the minister adds sharply, eyes wide. “(Y/N), are you out of your mind bringing a predator so close to the heart of Pixie Hollow—?!”

You step slightly in front of Wisp, voice calm but steady. “He’s not a danger. I raised him myself. He’s gentle. I’ve kept him hidden for a long time because I knew how others might react but Wisp has never harmed a soul. Not once.”

Wisp leans forward and gently sniffs Queen Clarion’s gown, then lets out a low, contented rumble as if to say hello. His ears are forward, posture relaxed.

Queen Clarion kneels slightly not too close, but enough to look him in the eyes. Her expression finally softens.

“…He’s magnificent,” she says softly. Then, to you, “You’ve formed a bond with him, haven’t you?”

You nod slowly. “He’s my friend.”

She stands again, graceful as ever, wings glinting in the moonlight. After another long pause, she smiles faintly.

“Then Wisp may stay. But he will be your responsibility, (Y/N). All of him.”

The sigh of relief your friends let out is nearly comical Rosetta looks like she might melt into the grass.

Even the minister can’t find the words to argue, jaw hanging open.

You smile, turning back to Wisp, who seems very pleased with himself.

“Thank you, Queen Clarion,” you say quietly, heart full.

The queen only nods again. “Let’s hope the rest of Pixie Hollow is as accepting as I am.”

•••

Though to no ones surprise the fairies of Pixie Hollow did not react like Queen Clarion did to Wisp.

Lots of panic. Though Queen Clarion cleared things up and told them all that she trusted Wisp won't hurt anyone but the fairies were still very cautious or scared of the feline.

Wisp began proving himself to be more helpful than harmful, like keeping away the hawks and scaring away the sprinting thistles from ruining everything they began warming up to him.

There were whispers. Some garden fairies made faces whenever they saw pawprints near their flowers. A few animal-talent fairies kept their distance entirely, muttering things like “He’s still a predator… instincts and all.”

But Wisp didn’t seem to mind. sunbathing on the warm sands of Beach Cove, swatting lazily at crabs, and curling up at night beneath the soft canopy you built for him from driftwood and palm fronds. You even made him a soft moss bed, though he usually ended up napping on the rocks instead.

Fairies began leaving bits of food out for him (mostly fish and things that didn’t come from their gardens). Rosetta even grudgingly admitted one day that “At least he doesn’t go digging up my tulips like some other creatures I won’t name.” Vidia remained skeptical, but you caught her once scratching behind Wisp’s ear when she thought no one was looking.

Sometimes, he’d even dip into the water, surprising the water fairies who soon learned he enjoyed playing in the shallows.

•••



[myloveobbsessed]

(About the male! Astrid fic request) I didn’t have a specific idea in mind just that he’s like rlly tall and big😭 Maybe it could be some yearning or already established relationship? Thank u😚

𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞

•••

Genre: fluff

Warnings: none

Characters: Genderbend!Astrid Hofferson x femreader

Notes: - sry this took a so long, and if he's ooc I haven't watched the movies in a while.

- And you didn't say but I assume you want Female reader.

•••

Aster (Astrid) stared daggers unblinking at you and hiccup. Watching from a distance as the two of you conversed, how he made you laugh so much that your pretty smile grew wide. What was he saying that had you smiling like that? Last time he checked he Hiccup was not that funny.

Stormfly walks up to the blonde Viking and nuzzles him. Aster almost ignores her but gives his dragon and glance and begins petting his snout. You're his. Though you don't know it yet you two haven't exactly put a label on your close friendship but Hiccup should know that you're practically already taken.

Aster’s gaze never wavers, sharp and focused like a predator watching its prey. His jaw clenches every time you tilt your head back to laugh, your eyes sparkling in a way that makes something possessive flare up in his chest.

You and Hiccup had always been close. too close, if you asked him. And now? Now Hiccup was clearly enjoying your attention a little too much.

Stormfly nudges him again, this time more insistently. Aster lets out a low breath, rubbing a hand along her snout but not taking his eyes off the scene. His eyes narrow a little as he watches Hiccup say something else that has you biting your lip to hold back a grin. That was it.

Aster starts walking.

If Hiccup wanted to flirt, fine. But he was about to be reminded that you weren’t up for grabs and that Aster had no plans of losing you to anyone. Not without a fight.

Once close enough Aster grabs your wrist pulling you up to your feet. You let out a soft gasp of surprise. “A-Aster?!” the blonde puts on a tight smile pulling you closer to him. “lets go flying together”

Hiccup stands up as well a bit annoyed at the interruption. “But Im already with Hiccup” Asters grip on your wrist gets a bit tighter though not the point of pain. “You promised me.”

Hearing his response makes you think back and become a little confused. “Hm…did I?..i don't remember doing that” Aster lifts you onto Stormfly’s back “yes you did.”

You blink down at him, a little flustered, trying to remember when exactly you made such a promise. Aster’s grip is still firm, his expression unreadable, eyes flicking to Hiccup once before settling back on you.

“Aster,” Hiccup says, stepping forward with a slight frown. “If she doesn’t remember promising, maybe she didn’t—”

“I remember,” Aster cuts in quickly, his voice low but edged with something sharp. He looks over his shoulder at Hiccup with a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “Besides, I won’t keep her long.”

“but I was in the middle of talking to—”

“That’s over now,” Aster cuts in smoothly as he swings himself up onto Stormfly behind you. His arms cage you in as he takes the reins.

“I’m just cashing in a promise,” Aster replies, eyes cool and locked on Hiccup’s. “Nothing more.”

You glance between them, aware of the heavy tension building fast. The air feels tight, the silence crackling. You look over your shoulder at Aster, brows slightly furrowed. “You’re being weird.”

“I’m being clear,” he says quietly, leaning in just enough that his breath brushes your ear. “He’s not the one who gets to make you laugh like that.”

Stormfly takes off before you can say anything else, leaving behind the startled sound of Hiccup’s protest as the dragon soars into the sky.

After a while of you two being in the air and only the light sounds of Stormfly’s wings flapping you speak up looking back at him. “So what was that about hm?” Aster stares at you silently for a moment before speaking feigning confusion.

“What are you talking about?” you half-heartedly roll your eyes.

“You know what I'm talking about…I know when something is up with you Aster.” The Viking looks away to avoid eye contact before looking back at you a smile appearing on his face. “Did you cut your hair? It looks great”

His words makes you bring a hand up to your hair your lips immediately curling into a smile. “Just a small trim….I didn't think it was noticeable”

Aster hums, the smile on his face growing just a little more smug when he sees your expression soften. “Of course it’s noticeable. I notice everything about you.”

Your cheeks warm slightly at the compliment, and for a moment, you forget you were trying to press him for answers. The wind tugs gently at your hair as Stormfly glides smoothly through the sky, dipping slightly before catching another current.

You glance back at him again, your voice quieter now. “You’re deflecting.”

Aster smirks but doesn’t deny it this time. Instead, he leans forward slightly, arms still on either side of you, his breath warm against your ear. “Maybe I just didn’t like the way he was looking at you.”

Your heart skips a beat.

“But…” he adds, his voice lower now, “if that smile of yours was because of him… I might have to work harder to be funnier.”

You turn your head, meeting his eyes, your smile returning this time with a hint of teasing. “Good luck with that.”

•••

You walk alongside Snotlout happily chatting with him as you run a few errands. The male throwing flirty comments at you every now and then which you slightly entertain.

“You know if you ever need protecting. I'm just the Viking you're looking for” he says not so subtly flexing his muscles causing a small chuckle to erupt from you at his obvious attempts to swoon you.

“Good to know. I'll be sure to call for you in my time of need Snotlout” The Viking grins triumphantly.

You bend down to pick up some heavy boxes that you need but Snotlout stops you. Volunteering to carry them for you and not really giving you a chance to respond before going to pick up the boxes himself.

Though he interrupted by someone else picking them up. Turning your realize its Aster he holds the boxes with no problem the sight of him causing your smile to widen.

“Hey Aster! What are you doing here?” you question with a slight tilt og your head.

“Yeah what are you doing here? You weren't invited!” snotlout chimes in annoyed that the blonde suddenly popped up.

Aster ignores Snotlouts presence and looks at you “I was looking for you.”

Your brows lift in mild surprise, heart skipping a little at Aster’s words as he holds the boxes like they weigh nothing. There’s something about the way he says it like the rest of the village could’ve crumbled around him and he still would’ve been walking around looking for you.

“For me?” you ask with a soft smile.

Aster nods, gaze steady. “You said you’d be helping the smith today, so I figured you’d be here.” He doesn’t mention how he may or may not have gone to three other places first. “Thought I’d lend a hand.”

Snotlout scoffs, crossing his arms. “Pfft. I was already helping. She didn’t need another—”

“I’m not talking to you,” Aster cuts in flatly, still not even looking his way.

Snotlout looks between the two of you, lips parting in protest, but your light giggle interrupts whatever comeback he was about to spit out.

You step closer to Aster, brushing a bit of dust from his sleeve with a casual swipe of your hand. “Well… I do appreciate the help. You’re right on time, actually.”

Aster glances down at you, lips tugging into a slight smile. “Then let’s get going.”

You nod, and as he walks ahead with the boxes, you throw Snotlout a quick, apologetic shrug before trailing after Aster. Snotlout watches you go, mouth hanging open in disbelief. “Unbelievable,” he mutters.

After walking for a few moments in silence Aster speaks. “Why is it that you like hanging out with everyone but me?” wether the question was rhetorical or not you answer through a soft chuckle.

“Aster I was just with you yesterday”

Aster doesn’t look at you at first, his eyes fixed ahead as he walks, jaw tight like he’s trying to keep something from slipping.

“Yeah, yesterday,” he mutters, voice low but laced with something unmistakably pouty. “But you spent the whole morning with Ruffnut before that, and the day before you were with Hiccup, then Fishlegs…”

You blink, amusement bubbling up in your chest as you realize where this is going.

“Aster,” you say his name a little softer, your tone teasing. “Are you jealous?”

He stops walking, finally glancing back at you with a look that’s almost offended. “No. I just feel like I’ve been replaced,” he mumbles, voice just loud enough for you to hear.

You raise a brow, lips twitching in amusement. “Replaced? I didn’t realize I had to book time with you in advance.”

He glances at you with a slight pout before facing forward again. “Maybe you should. I don’t like sharing.”

You laugh softly and walk a little closer beside him. “You’re ridiculous.”

“And you’re too friendly,” he counters, but there’s no real heat behind the words just a quiet sulkiness. “Especially with guys like Snotlout. He’s obviously into you.”

You nudge his arm playfully. “So what if he is? I’m not into him.”

That finally earns a small smirk from Aster, though he tries to hide it. “Good. Just making sure you know you’ve got options better ones.”

You grin. “Oh? And you just happen to be one of those better options?”

He shrugs coolly. “I’m not saying I am, but I’m definitely not Snotlout.”

“And that’s your selling point?”

“No,” he says with a smug look. “I’m your favorite. You just haven’t admitted it yet.”

You roll your eyes with a laugh, but the warmth on your face is impossible to hide.

•••

[myloveobbsessed]

Ｔｈｅ Ｐｒｉｎｃｅｓｓ

Ａｎｄ Ｔｈｅ Ｃｏｂｂｌｅｒ

•••

Genre: fluff

Warnings: none

Characters: Tanjro Kamado x femreader

Notes: fantasy AU, this was inspired by some films I seen.

•••

You sit at your bay window watching whatever may be going on down in front of the palace entrance. Seeing a royal carriage stop in front of the gates and a familiar face step out makes a smile break out on your face.

It was the cobbler—Tanjiro Kamado—a peasent boy your age that you recently meant a while ago when he first showcased his shoes at the palace. And sure you could get a better shoe maker that would make your shoes look like they cost billions, but you liked the red-headed boy he was sweet, kind, and cute.

You watch the guards let him inside before quickly getting off the window and leaving your room. Swiftly you arrive at the room that the two of you usually meet in and immediately enter already seeing him sitting and waiting oh so patentily and upon seeing you arrive he promptly stands up and goes into a low greeting you.

You let out a small chuckle walking closer and sitting down. “You don't have to bow to me when we’re alone Tanjiro.” the boy straightens up again “it would be disrespectful if I didn't princess”

Your heart warms a bit at his courtesy. “And I told you to just call me by name in private Tanjiro okay…we’re friends after all” Hearing your words Tanjiros cheeks flush a bit as he just nods “yes prin- (y/n)”

“Hm that's better. Now. I would love to see my shoes now.” As if remembering what he was here for the red-head perks up a bit smile coming to his face “oh right, of course!” and he quickly steps up to his moderately big box that he carries on his back and opens it.

And pulls out a smaller box which you assume withholds your shoes inside wich makes you more excited to see them. Tanjiro walks back up to you and sits on his knees in front of you before opening the box revealing a beautiful pair of shoes that's just your taste like always.

Your eyes light up as you let out a soft gasp. You take in the delicate yet sturdy, finely stitched, and adorned with a subtle embroidery that seems to shimmer faintly under the sunlight pouring through the windows. They were exactly your style, exactly what you loved, and yet somehow felt like something entirely new. “Tanjiro… they’re perfect,” you breathe, fingertips brushing over the soft fabric.

Tanjiro grins gently taking your foot slipping each shoe on the footwear fitting perfectly and comfortably. “I’m really glad you like them. I tried something different with the lining made it softer this time, since last time you mentioned they rubbed a little.”

You blink, touched. “You remembered that?”

“Of course,” he says simply, cheeks still pink. “I always want them to fit you just right.”

You stand up testing out the shoes walking around a bit and feeling very satisfied. “Yes they're so comfy, it'll give me less pains when I have to dance around all night at balls.” you stride back up to him looking down at him as he looks up at you.

You then hold out your hand for him to take. “Dance with me.”

Tanjiro blinks up at you, clearly surprised, his eyes wide with a flustered kind of wonder. “D-Dance? With you?” he asks, pointing to himself as if there were someone else you might be referring to.

You smile, your hand still outstretched. “Yes, with me. Unless you’re saying no to your princess?”

He stares for a beat longer before quickly shaking his head, rising to his feet. “No! I-I mean—yes! I mean… I would be honored.”

Giggling softly at his flustered response, you take his calloused hand in yours, gently guiding him to the center of the room. You rest your free hand on his shoulder, and his finds your waist, tentative and light at first, like he’s afraid of doing something wrong.

The two of you begin to sway slowly, no music playing only the soft rustle of your clothes and the distant sound of birds outside. Despite his nerves, Tanjiro moves with surprising grace, his focus trained entirely on you.

“You’re a good dancer,” you murmur.

“Im just following your lead” he replies softly his eyes not leaving yours. Your heart beats a little faster at the way he’s looking at you like you’re the only person in the world.

“I hope you'll keep coming back Tanjiro…” you speak softly as he spins you a bit. “And not just for the shoes”

The boy’s smile widens as his eyes get a bit softer knowing what you're getting at. “Then ill keep coming…for the shoes and you.”

After your little dance you decided to have some tea with him beofe he wasn't on his way which of course Tanjiro couldn't refuse. The both of you sit in the palace garden the beautiful scenery adding to the serene atmosphere.

Tanjiro sits across from you and even though he has had tea with you before and still hesitates to drink his tea or eat any of the snacks served with it which erupts a small chuckle from you. You take a sip of your tea before setting it down and speaking.

“Go on Tanjiro. Its not like I'm going to make you pay for it.”

Tanjiro lets out a nervous laugh, rubbing the back of his neck as he finally picks up the delicate teacup. “I know… it’s just… everything’s always so fancy,” he says sheepishly, eyes flicking to the tray of elegant pastries and finely cut fruit between you. “I feel like I’ll break something if I’m not careful.”

You giggle, resting your chin in your hand as you lean forward slightly. “You won’t. And even if you do, it will me fine.”

That makes him smile a little more, a bit of tension easing from his shoulders as he brings the cup to his lips. He takes a careful sip and hums. “It’s good… kind of flowery.”

You beam. “It’s jasmine. One of my favorites.”

He nods and sets the cup back down gently. “You always have such nice things. But you’re… easy to talk to. It doesn’t feel like I’m sitting with a princess.”

You tilt your head at that, watching him quietly for a second. “That’s because when I’m with you, I don’t want to feel like one.”

Tanjiro meets your gaze, eyes widening just slightly before his expression softens, a faint pink coloring his cheeks again. “Then I’m really glad I came today,” he murmurs.

After a few minutes of drinking tea and eating some snacks he told you that he should probably head home. “I should get back soon. Its a bit of a long ride, and my mother might be needing me.” you set your now empty tea cup down although a bit sad to see him go you knew he needed to.

“Oh alright…hm you never talked about your family before.” you perked up realizing he's never said a word about them.

“You never asked…and I didn't think you would want to hear about my home life” he replied a bit sheepishly but you shook your head. “No I love getting to know you Tanjiro. Are you an only child?”

The boy’s heart skips a beat hearing your words. He shook his head at your question. “No. I have five siblings” your eyes widen a bit at his answer.

“Five? Really? Wow I don't even have one…do you only live with your mother?” Tanjiro shakes his head again though the smile on his face flatters a bit. “No..I live with my father as well..though he is very ill at the moment.”

Your smile softens at his words, and you lean forward slightly, resting your elbows on the table. “Oh… I’m sorry to hear that. Is he going to be okay?”

Tanjiro nods, though it’s slow and uncertain. “We’re doing what we can. He hasn’t been able to work for a while, so I’ve been helping my mom with most things… that’s part of why I started making shoes. I needed to help somehow.”

Your chest tightens, and you reach across the table to gently place your hand over his. “That’s… incredibly admirable, Tanjiro. You’re such a good son. I had no idea you carried so much.”

He glances down at your hand on his, then back up to meet your eyes. There’s a flicker of something in his gaze. gratitude, maybe, or a kind of fragile pride. “I just do what I have to… I love them.”

“I’d love to meet them one day,” you say softly.

His eyes widen a bit at that, a dusting of red once again coloring his cheeks. “R-really? You’d want to?”

“Of course,” you say with a small smile. “Anyone who helped raise someone as kind as you must be amazing.”

Tanjiro laughs quietly, shy but clearly touched. “I think they’d like you too…” he trails off “I really do have to go now though. But I’ll come again soon.” he stand up.

“Oh wait! Let me get your payment for the shoes real quick” you quickly get up and go back inside leaving Tanjiro to stand and patiently wait for you. After a mintue or so you come back out to the garden a bag of money in your hand stepping closer to him he notices that its more than his usual pay.

“P-princess, that is more than what you usually pay me.” you point a know smile at him and try handing him the money. “Im aware.” Tanjiro takes a small step back. “I wont take it” you give a small tilt of your head your smile flattering a bit. “Huh why not? I want you to have it.”

He shakes his head “no I refuse. I'll only take the normal amount” you half-heartedly roll your eyes at his stubbornness and step closer to him. “Just take the money Tanjiro don't be so stubborn”

Tanjiro looks torn, his brows furrowed and lips pressed in a thin line as you stand there with the pouch extended toward him. His grip tightens slightly on the strap of his box, the weight of his pride clearly warring with the warmth in his chest from your gesture.

Tanjiro looks torn, his brows furrowed and lips pressed in a thin line as you stand there with the pouch extended toward him. His grip tightens slightly on the strap of his box, the weight of his pride clearly warring with the warmth in his chest from your gesture.

“I-it’s not about being stubborn,” he murmurs, voice soft but firm. “I just… I don’t want things between us to feel like they’re unbalanced. I’m not here because of money, Princess. I’m here because…” His words falter, and his cheeks turn a rosy hue. “…because I like spending time with you.”

You blink. The way he said that quiet, flustered, so painfully sincere makes your chest flutter. Your hand lowers just a little, the pouch still dangling loosely from your fingers. “How about this? Consider it an advance. For the next pair.”

He opens his mouth to argue again but stops himself. Finally, after a pause, he sighs and nods, clutching the pouch close. “…Alright. But I’m making you the best pair yet.”

You grin “I'm looking forward to it” stepping closer to him softly kiss him on the cheek before stepping back again. “And since you wont take more money that will be your extra payment”

Tanjiro goes stiff the second your lips brush against his cheek. A visible flush explodes across his face deeper than before, painting his ears and neck a bright red. He blinks rapidly, lips parted in surprise as he stares at you with wide, stunned eyes.

“I-I…” he stammers, then stops, clearly struggling to recover. His hand touches the spot you kissed as if to confirm it actually happened. Then slowly, a shy, radiant smile spreads across his face. “Th-that’s… more than enough.”

You can’t help but laugh gently at how flustered he is, and Tanjiro lets out a nervous chuckle too, still looking like his heart’s about to leap out of his chest.

“I should go before I melt,” he jokes quietly, adjusting his box on his back. “But… thank you. For everything. Really.”

“Come back soon, okay?”

“I will,” he promises, voice still soft. “You have my word, (y/n).”

And with one last look one that lingers just a second longer than it probably should he turns and walks away down the garden path, his heart light and your kiss still warm on his cheek.

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[myloveobbsessed]

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Genre: fluff

Warnings: A bit suggestive (just kissing really)

Characters: Jackson Jekyll x femreader

Notes: none

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Mindlessly you hit your finger against the table creating a light tapping sound in the room. Your eyes lazily trail up to the clock watching as the seconds go by. With a roll of your eyes you let out a deep sigh and slouch over your desk.

Your gaze now traveling to your boyfriends figure that sits a few inches away from you who is hunched over his own desk his pencil swiftly writing over some papers which you assume is his homework.

You had gotten the two of you landed in detention by conving your half-monster to skip class with you. Though clearly you were caught and now serving your punishments. And since you had stepped into the room he has not spoken a word to you.

“Pssst…Babeeee” you whisper attempting to get his attention. You glance over to a sleeping Madprof to see if he heard, though his snoring cleared you. “Babe are you still mad at me?…im sorry”

Jackson takes a glimpse of you. Both your eyes meeting for a moment before he looks back down at his paper. Erupting a small pout from you. “Jacksonnn don't ignore me….” after another moment of silence only snoring and the sound of pencil on paper you get up out your seat quickly making it beside him.

you place your hand over his moving one halting his writing. Finally Jackson turns his head to look at you his brows furrowed and his downturned lips his voice in a whisper. “this is my third detention this week.”

“I know I'm sorry but...youre the one who agrees to go with me. You could just say no” your thumb softly circles his soft skin.

“You always make me feel guilty when I don't” you chuckle at his words bringing his hand up to your lips and kissing his palm making him drop the pencil and his cheeks run a light shade of pink. “Hm do I?”

You sit yourself down on his lap making yourself comfortable your legs on either side and your arms wrapping around his neck.

Jackson’s eyes go wide behind his glasses, his entire body going stiff beneath you as you settle into his lap. “Wh-What are you doing?” he hisses in a whisper, clearly panicking despite the way his hands instinctively land on your waist his eyes flickering from you to the sleeping Madprof.

You grin, leaning in just enough so your noses almost touch. “Making it up to you,” you say sweetly. “You said I always make you feel guilty? Well… now I’m gonna make you feel special.”

He opens his mouth to argue, but your fingers are already brushing up into his hair, playing with the soft strands at the nape of his neck. You can see his resolve breaking piece by piece his eyes flicker to your lips, his grip on your waist tightening slightly.

“W-we shouldn't be doing this. We could be caught” his cheeks now as red as apple you chuckle your mouth inching closer to his neck. “Doing what? This?” your tounge shoots out to lick his neck, Jackson jumps a bit in response and you feel his hands squeeze you a little.

His lowly whimpers your name trying to keep his composure. “I-Im serious.” you pull back a bit then looking being you to the still unconscious teacher, rolling your eyes you look back at your boyfriend. “he's sleeping. As long as we stay quiet he will continue to sleep.

You slip his glasses off his face to prevent them from getting fogged up or in the way, then connect your lips with his.

Jackson gasps softly against your lips, caught off guard by the sudden kiss. but he doesn’t push you away instead, he melts just a little, his shoulders relaxing under your touch.

Your lips move slowly against his, teasing and unhurried, drawing him in despite the nervous tension humming through his body. You feel him kiss you back with a bit more urgency before pulling away just enough to whisper, “You’re gonna get me in trouble again…”

You smile, brushing your nose against his. “Only if you keep making those cute noises.” you connect your lips with his again. Your fingers curling in his hair and tounge brushing over his lips to ask for entrance. Without a second thought Jackson parts them seemingly no longer worried about the teacher. Instead fully immsered with you. your tounge immediately dominating over his and a soft moan leaving your throat.

The two of you pull away for a moment to catch your breaths a thing string a spit connecting you. Eyes not starting from one another. About to join once again your little make out session is cut off by a sudden loud voice startling the both of you.

“Smooching in my are ya!. This is detention not your bedrooms”

You quickly get off. Jackson lap as he immediately straightens up his face flushed but from embarrassment this time.

“Thats one week of detention. For the both you you’s!”

Jackson sighs hitting his head down on the desk as you sit back at yours.

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Gyomei x Demon Reader that runs an orphanage.

The reader doesn't eat the children or anything, it's quite the opposite! She raises the children as their own for hundreds of years! Some of their children even became demon slayers and even becoming Hashiras.

The orphanage would be somewhere that not even Muzan could find, it would be somewhere deep inside of forest or something.

Gyomei would be sent towards that location but couldn't find it for the life of him until he spots a child/pre-teen alone in the forest carrying grocery's or something. The teenager runs away and the Reader rushed over hearing they're distress,

But when Gyomei fights the demon he actually loses to the reader, but instead of killing him, Gyomei is actually treated by the reader and Gyomei sees and probably cry's at how good and happy the orphans are.

Sorry if this is to detailed 😭

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Genre: fluff

Warnings: none

Characters: Gyomei x femDemon reader

Notes: this is so cute, its okay I like details (sry if he's ooc its my first time writing him)

- this is also kind of long

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It took three days for Gyomei to even reach the dense forest where your house was hidden. He spent hours searching, but with no demonic presence or danger to guide him, the task proved difficult. He began to wonder if his crow had made a mistake when reporting a demon sighting in these woods.

Just as doubt started creeping in, the sharp snap of a twig broke the silence. Gyomei immediately turned toward the sound, his senses honing in.

A teen stood frozen in place, staring back at him with wide eyes. In her hands, she clutched a basket of freshly picked herbs. The sheer size of the man before her made her hesitate, fear flashing across her face. Before Gyomei could utter a word, she spun on her heel and bolted.

Sensing no ill intent from her only the presence of a human child Gyomei’s concern flared. Without hesitation, he gave chase, calling out for her to stop.

She weaved through the trees with practiced ease, eventually parting a curtain of thick bushes and hanging vines. Gyomei followed close behind, but the moment he stepped through, he came to an abrupt halt.

The girl was gone.

Worse still, he could no longer sense her at all.

There was a long moment of silence before a new voice suddenly cut through the air. “Who are you?” Gyomei is a bit surprised by the new voice but knows it wasn't the child from before. You spoke up again the time your voice a little more demanding now realizing he's a demon slayer from his uniform. “Leave this place or I will be forced to make you”

The Hashira quickly grasped that you were the demon he had been searching for. “Where is the child?”

Your brows furrow “that is none of your concern now please leave I don’t want to hurt you”

Gyomei’s fingers tightened slightly around his prayer beads, his expression unreadable. Simply turning back without eliminating the demon he had been sent to find would go against the Demon Slayer Corps code. No matter how uncertain the situation felt, he had a duty to fulfill.

With a solemn breath, he mumbled a quiet prayer under his breath, seeking guidance for what was to come. Then, without hesitation, he reached for his weapon, the heavy chains rattling softly as he prepared himself.

You let out a small sigh, “I see…”

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Gyomei didn’t know what happened first one moment, he was battling a demon, and the next, everything had gone dark.

Then, faint voices reached him. Small, hesitant voices.

Children.

His eyes opened slowly, though sight did not return to him only the familiar sense of the world through sound, scent, and touch. The air was calm, no sign of immediate danger. The soft gasps of the children nearby told him they had been watching, waiting for him to wake.

Gyomei remained still for a moment, assessing his surroundings. Where was he? And more importantly why were there children here, in the presence of a demon?

“Hes awake”

“Ive never seen someone like him”

“What's wrong with his eyes?”

The children’s voices were soft whispers, their curiosity piqued as they gathered around him. Visitors were rare in this hidden place, and a man like him even rarer.

Just as Gyomei parted his lips to speak, the quiet creak of a shoji door sliding open silenced the room. His attention shifted instantly, his senses sharpening.

Then, the voice he had been searching for rang out calm, steady, and unmistakably inhuman.

The demon.

The very one he had come to slay.

“Children let’s not bother our guest. He needs to rest”

Gyomei’s muscles tensed instinctively at the sound of your voice, his grip on his prayer beads tightening. His mind raced to catch up he had been prepared for battle, yet now he lay on a futon, alive, unbound… and tended to?

The scent of herbal remedies lingered in the air, mingling with the faintest trace of blood his own, no doubt. His body ached, but there were no chains, no restraints. Only the soft rustling of fabric as the children moved nearby, obediently following your gentle command.

He heard your footsteps approach, slow and deliberate, before the mattress dipped slightly as you sat beside him. Gyomei sat up, his posture wary, though he remained silent.

With a quiet patience, you sent the children away, their hurried steps fading into the distance until only the two of you remained.

Wordlessly, you reached for the fresh bandages, carefully undoing the ones wrapped around his bare chest. The warmth of your touch was unexpected gentle, deliberate, but with no malice.

Gyomei remained still, unsure of what to make of the situation. You were a demon, yet you had healed him instead of finishing him off.

There's a another beat of silence for a moment only the sound of distant children's voices could be heard. Gyomei then parts his lips to let out a single word.

I apologize about them,” you said softly, nodding in the direction the children had run off to. “We don’t get many visitors.”

There was a pause. The only sound that followed was the faint laughter and chatter of the children playing somewhere in the distance. Then, Gyomei finally parted his lips, his voice low and careful.

“Why…?”

A small smile tugged at the corner of your lips as you tied off the final bandage across his chest. “I assume you’re asking why I didn’t kill you.”

You sat back slightly, hands folding neatly in your lap. “I’ve already told you… I didn’t wish to hurt you. I’m not that kind of demon. Now…” your gaze softened, “I’d like to know my guest’s name.”

Gyomei was silent for a long moment, processing. Finally, he gave a slow nod.

“Gyomei Himejima.”

A gentle smile formed on your lips as you dipped your head politely. “(L/N) (Y/N). It’s nice to meet you, Gyomei-san.”

Gyomei inclined his head ever so slightly at your introduction, his posture still guarded, yet less rigid than before.

“(L/N)-san,” he murmured, “You say you protect life, yet you are what the Corps has sworn to destroy.”

“And yet… you are still alive.”

That gave him pause. He couldn’t deny it. You’d had every opportunity to end him and yet, here he sat, bandaged and tended to in what appeared to be a place hidden from the world.

“I would like to meet them”

You gave a slight head tilt if confusion. “The children?” you question and Gyoemi nods in response.

“Oh..are you sure you're still a tad injured. And they can be a bit rowdy”

The hashira nods in confirmation getting up to his feet with no hesitance or struggle. Causing a light chuckle to escape your lips, standing your own feet as well you lead him out of the room and down the long halls of the mansion.

You opened a large door, revealing a spacious room. The children, who had been engrossed in their play, stopped as soon as they noticed you and the large man who stood next to you towering over your smaller frame. The room fell into a hush as you entered.

Turning to face the children, you smiled gently. “Children, this is our guest, Gyomei-san. Treat him with respect.”

Almost immediately, the quiet atmosphere was shattered by bursts of excited chatter. The children, curious and brimming with energy, rushed toward Gyomei, their small voices bouncing off the walls.

One child, a small boy with bright eyes, looked up at Gyomei with awe and excitement. “Wow, you’re so tall, Mr.! Can I get on your shoulders?” he called out, barely waiting for a response before attempting to climb up the massive man.

You quickly grab the boy to stop the him, “Daiki that is not how we treat our guests”. You quickly apologize but Gyomei just ligktly shakes his head. “No its alright I don't mind”

You watched in surprise as Gyomei gently lifted Daiki onto his broad shoulders, the boy’s delighted laughter ringing through the room. The other children, seeing their friend happily perched up high, immediately clamored around him, eager for their own turn.

“Gyomei-san, can I go next?” one of the girls asked, tugging at his sleeve.

Another child, a girl with pigtails, looked up at him shyly. “Me too, please.”

Gyomei, ever the patient soul, nodded, his deep voice soft but clear. “Of course. One at a time.” the children sounding happy and well taken care of tears to the Hashira's eyes.

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Its been about a week that Gyomei as stayed at your orphanage the children growing attached to him though it wasn't just them.

“You’re leaving?”

The two of you sit together on the engawa, the quiet of the night wrapping around you. Only the gentle chirping of crickets breaks the stillness. With the children finally asleep, this rare moment of peace allows you both to enjoy each other’s company without interruption.

The words were already on his lips, but he hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to express what he felt. Finally, he spoke, his voice low and calm.

“I must return to my duties,” he said. “I’ve overstayed my welcome here, and the Demon Slayer Corps needs me.”

You couldn’t help but feel a pang of sadness at the thought of him leaving. “Are you sure you've healed fully…maybe you need a bit more time.”

The blind man lightly chuckled. “(l/n)-San…I am passed healing I have been for a while now.”

“Theres no reason for me to stay any longer.”

You let out a small sigh when hearing his words. “I know….the children will miss you”

Gyomei’s expression softened as he let your words hang in the air. He could sense the sadness that lingered in your tone. “I will miss them as well”

“And you (l/n)-San..you're a good person, I wish I could stay longer..I would love to get to know you more”

A small smile creeps up your lips and you move closer to him your bodies mere inches apart. There's a beat of silence that falls over the two of you for a moment before Gyomei speaks again. “I cannot see you (l/n)-San but I don't your beauty is just as marvelous as your heart.”

His words causes your cheeks to flush slightly. “Thank your Gyomei-San you're too kind…you will visit right?”

“I will,” he affirmed, his voice almost like a promise. “Whenever I can, I will visit. This place… and you, (l/n)-San, have become dear to me. I won’t forget you.”

“Thank you, Gyomei-San. I… I’ll be waiting,” you whispered, your heart beating faster as the moment seemed to stretch on.

Gyomei nodded slightly, the silence between you both filled with unspoken understanding. “Take care of yourself, and the children. I will carry this memory with me.”

You stare at him for a moment before leaning up and plating your lips on his cheek giving him a soft kiss. “At least stay for the night…please I'm sure the children would love to say goodbye”

Gyomei nods his cheeks growing a light pink hue almsot visible in the darkness. “As you wish.”

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Hii! I was wondering if you’d be interested in writing a genderbend Astrid (from how to train your dragon) fic? There are some fan art on Pinterest of this if you want to check it out😙

Either way have a good day☺️💋

Yes I can do that! Did you have a specific fic idea in mind for her? Or do you want me to come up with something?