#Genderneutral reader

[asmolfolk]

Boothill Romantic Headcanons.🍓☽。･:*:･

Just a quick heads up: This character had their history and dialogues leaked, if you haven't seen the leaks and don't to be spoiled by the character backstory: Please, save this to read for later! Stay safe! Also, as always: I will always try to make this as neutral as possible. Informations that could potentially be Canon x OC are NOT there (Such as your region, what you work with and etc.) And also, I use He/them for Boothill as I headcanon him as nbmasc!

Fandom: Honkai Star rail. Character: Boothill Idea: "How would the characters be as romantical partners?" TW: SPOILERS! 🍓☽。･:*:･

Boothill

Falling in Love.

Who fell in love first?

He fell first.

If you saw the leaks you know… This man can’t cry, this man lost everything that he once owned. His planet was considered uncivilized from the IPC, he lost everyone he cared about in one day. He became “Boothill”, a cyborg that hated the IPC… And, so, there’s the question: How did you fall for him? He can’t catch this. He doesn’t understand WHY or, better, HOW someone could ever love him. He wasn’t even HUMAN anymore, how could someone love “something” like that? Yet, you came. As a breeze in the summer, as a sweet taste in an unknown mix… You weren’t supposed to have his heart in your hands… But you have. Maybe it was the way you kept on talking to him, kept on helping him out whenever and anywhere. You two started to form some sort of alliance and have someone so pretty, such a pretty pal… Was not okay with his mechanical heart. ━────━━────━━────━━────━━────━━────━

How do they notice they have fallen in love?

He couldn’t understand WHY or HOW he fell in love. But, he realized that when he was talking to you and he started to feel some heat when he saw your smile, heard your laugh or just held your hand, he felt like he could combust. This was enough for him to realize that he liked you, but… Not that he was falling in love. He wasn’t stupid, he knew the details - he knew when he was in love with someone, even if he never felt it so deeply like this. But, even then, it was too early. You had known each other only for a few weeks, he decided to wait… And when he noticed some action on your part or even something that he could be delusional over you liking him back… ONLY THEN, he would confess. ━────━━────━━────━━────━━────━━────━

Confession.

Who confessed first?

It depends.

Now, we came into a difficult subject. Even if I said that he would confess… If he never saw something that could clarify his head and to make sure you like him back, he wouldn’t confess. Now, the reasoning: He already lost so much. Somewhere in his head, being with another person can mean a lot of things… And one of them is feeling, he doesn’t know how he will handle not being able to cry, not being able to feel you with all his body. He doesn’t want to make you suffer… So, if he doesn’t see anything: He wouldn’t confess.

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And there he was, overthinking every single little thing that happened in those couple of weeks… And he couldn’t get his head in the problem that he built. Do you love him or not?

He was asking himself this question over every communication that you guys had, he would do anything to try to prove to himself that you don’t. Every action you take, everything that you do… Oh, those little things that he loved. Every single movement was put into his hard drive, his memory wouldn’t let him know how much he loves you… And, just like that…

You don’t know how surprised he was when those words came out of your mouth. He would ask you to repeat your confession, again, again and again… IF only he could cry while listening to you, pouring your heart out to him…. Oh, darling, he loves you way too much. He would immediately hold you and spin you around, he wants you to feel what he can’t… To feel his loving hands holding you just like the awesome, pretty and important lil’ thing.

“Hah, Doll… Didn’t expect ya’ to be so forward… Are my actions not enough answer? I want ya’ too. I love ya’… And I don’t think I will ever feel something like this again.” - He said, his words were sugarsweet and held a sincerity that no one could ever see before.

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Now… What if he confesses first? What could potentially happen if Boothill decides: “Fudge this! Let’s do it”?

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 You knew something was happening when Boothill was not looking directly at you. They seemed to be a bit off today, holding a box that he seemed to grip a bit too strongly while they guided you to a private place.

 It was one of the calmest day in your life… For once, you could enjoy their company happily. You two were alone, sitting close to the hill while looking at the sky… It was already night, but, somehow, you didn’t feel tired.

“Darlin’...” - They called, seemed to be thinking a bit too much before they let the box right in your lap - “Juss’ wanna make sure you… Understand it.”

 When you opened the box, it had everything you talked to them about. Every item you liked, every item you told them you would love to receive from a boyfriend… For a second, you thought they misunderstood you until you reached for a letter, it had their black lipstick and just a simple phrase: “Wanna be my partner forever?” with a silly doodle of them.

 They, seeing your reaction, would say; “Just to make sure: It’s romantical alright? I wouldn’t do this kind of thing for some friend… Just for you.”

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Language of Love.

What's their language of love?

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Quality of Time, Gifts and Words of Affirmation.

Now, HEAR. ME. OUT. This dude, this bro, this cowboy bebop!!!!! They want NOTHING but you to be happy, IT DOESN’T MATTER WHAT YOU WANT: YOU GET! THEY DON’T SEE REASONS OR ANY ARGUMENT FOR NOT MAKE YOU THEIR QUEENIE/KINGIE/ROYAL! The truth is: Boothill feels like his words, his time and gifts are the only thing that he can do to make things “better”. He can’t… Feel you the way he wants, he can’t cry for you, he can’t provide you with those things - so he provides you with things he can. He can tell you how pretty you are, how amazing you are, how everything you do is incredible. He can gift you - He can give you anything you want, he can go into an adventure and come back with so many gifts that your house gets flooded with them. He normally comes home with a lot of gifts, so: When you pull for him, remember that! He also makes sure to spend lots and lots of time with you. Always making sure for you to feel loved and unmatchable!

“Ma doll, didn’t expect you to be here so soon! Well, look at the goods I got ya. Hm, hm… Yeah, I know that it’s too much, but all of them remind me of ya’ pretty face. Especially those lil’ cat cakes thingies.” - They would chuckle as he saw your reaction… It was those moments that made him sure: He may have lost his family but he found a new one.

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Reaction of your language of love.

Lemme tell you one thing: He doesn’t care, he is gonna take all of your love like the greedy robocop he is. He says he doesn’t have a preference and he is going to love everything you give to him, but the truth is: NOTHING shows him more love than you just being yourself. Not you trying to make him feel loved or anything, just you being you. You doing things you love, you talking to people about your favorite things… All those little situations are enough for him. He loves it. But, being honest here… I think he loves the way you touch his face - THIS MAN IS TOUCH STARVED - it’s actually the only place he can feel. He feels like - for just a moment - you two could be a normal couple. ━────━━────━━────━━────━━────━━────━

As boyfriend/partner.

How do they treat you?

Do I need to repeat myself? HE LOOOVES YOU SO SO MUCH! He is 100% one to take you out to many different places just because he wants to see you smiling for a bit. When you two start dating, he seems to be on cloud 9 for the first time in forever… He is still asking you to repeat those three words that make his mechanical heart plump as if it was human's. He still asks you to accompany you instead of asking you for a date. Give him a bit of time, he’s still understanding that you truly accepted his confession and that you didn’t leave him behind. Sometimes, when you two sleep close or together he stops everything he’s doing just to observe you, to have every moment with you in his memory card. In those moments, he normally notices: “You are real, THIS is real.” You would receive double the care on those moments, being treated just like the sweet lil’ thing you are. He would say some corny shit, I will admit. He is the type to make jokes just to crack a smile on you, he is also always trying to make you feel lighter - feel like you have no such thing as a sad day and to make you… Feel like you could fly, be free for once.

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Jealous.

 I’ll tell you: I THINK HE’S A JELLY GUY!  Boothill gets jealous more to think: “You are going to leave him for someone that CAN feel you.” and he just can’t let that happen, right? He wants to be with you and he is scared that, maybe, you will come to the realization that you aren’t interested in this mess anymore.  He is a scared man, scared of losing the only family he has left.

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Resume.

As a boyfriend, Boothill is a sweet and loving one. Yeah, you guys can have REALLY nasty discussions that can only result in both of you getting hurt, but, HE IS ALWAYS THE ONE to come up to you - telling you that you two need to talk without fighting. He is also someone who will cherish you. As I’m married to him I can assure you: He is going to be a perfect hubby… You just need patience!

[oceanatydes]

hi caleb lovers ☺️ here’s a deeply emotional love confession fic btw caleb and mc <3 (gn!reader, lots of kissing + crying)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64547590/chapters/165772138 (MDNI, 18+ only)

[givetomurasomechapstick]

Being Dabi's girlfriend headcanons, but with a twist 😏

Notes: Silly silly idea came into my mind so I will be actually doing this and I'm sorry this is probably SO CRINGE- read at your own risk (no no, it's nothing BAD, but it might be cringe, AND ooc, help)

First things first, when you guys start dating he's like, SUPER nervous (he does not show it though AT ALL)

He doesn't want to hurt you in anyway, so he distances himself from you for a bit just in case.

LOVES when you give him physical affection tho.

Going on dates consists of probably just going to a dingy alleyway bar? Maybe not so romantic, but, uh, it's literally one of the only things you can do outside with each other-

Nevermind, I LIED 😛 he can go outside undercover with you basically anywhere I guess.

Let's you touch his scars after a few (weeks? Months? Idk whenever he's comfortable-).

And then I feel like that would turn into something more I'm not comfortable about writing, but you get the idea.

Uh, there are a lot of headcanons that other ppl make saying that he would reveal his name early to you? Yeah, no.

Bro doesn't trust you THAT MUCH (bby has trust issues from his past 😭)

A headcanon I have (lol, I think it's more canon then canon actually) is that he's very good at keeping secrets (bro is like that in canon-). So if your in a secret relationship you don't need to worry about anyone knowing about it.

Afraid to use his flames around you (ALSO bcuz of past)

He likes it when you borrow or wear his clothes.

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Ok, so uh, that's pretty much it 😅 short headcanons that are probably extremely cringy and ooc. Also I don't think I actually ended up adding a twist in the end, please help lol

[distractedhobbyists]

good morning, dear

a sweet lil one-shot btw farmer and harvey where farmer Takes Care of him as the two of them wake up

MDNI!!!

read it on ao3 here!

When you woke up that Saturday morning next to your husband, you knew nothing would pull you from his side. 

Harvey. With his tousled, salt-and-pepper hair and his white boxers with red hearts all over. God, he made you feel things.

Gently, you touched his arm. His neck. His jaw. His lips.

When his eyelids fluttered open, his eyes darted toward you to ensure you were still by his side. He always felt a flash of disappointment when he woke up and you weren’t there to greet him. Today, he smiled and nuzzled into your touch.

“Hello, darling,” he whispered to you. You loved it when he called you that sweet nickname. It was soft, comfortable, and held a quiet elegance, just like him. 

You pressed a slow kiss to his lips and his hands came up to capture your face, holding you there.

Your kiss deepened and Harvey let out a low moan before moving one of his hands from your jaw down your back. You smiled into your kiss before moving to straddle him.

As soon as you settled into his lap, you recognized that familiar sensation of his erection rubbing against your thigh. Feeling frisky this morning, you took the opportunity to grind down onto him. He groaned again and thrust upwards.

“Farmer…,” he said, between pants, “I need you.”

Smiling into your kiss, you reach blindly for the hem of your shirt. When you find it, you sit up, and Harvey helps you pull it off.

Almost immediately, his lips latch onto your nipple. A shock rips through you, and you moan out his name. “Harvey!” you say, breathily. He hums a response, still suckling at your nipple.

You arch your back, giving him easier access to your chest. He sucks harder as if rewarding you for your good behavior.

You aren’t letting him have you that easy, though. You grind down on his crotch again and he removes his lips from your nipple. 

“Farmer!” he says, suddenly disoriented. You smile at him, innocently, knowing that this look tells him you want to play.

You watch the moment it dawns on him as his eyes darken slightly and his cheeks tinge pink. “You want a game, Farmer? You can have a game.”

He smirked and flipped you over. “Let’s play,” he says, his voice gravelly.

You giggled as he attacked your neck with mustachioed kisses. But the giggles stopped short when he became more aggressive in his technique, sucking and biting at your collarbone.

Your hands moved down his body to his boxers, sweetly caressing his drooling length making him moan into your poor, abused neck.

You pull briefly at the waistband of his boxers, indicating your need for more of him.

He huffed one last breath into your neck before adjusting your positions. He sat with his back against your headboard, his cock sprung free from his boxers. You knelt between his legs, your lips ready and waiting, your hands tied together behind your back with the tie he’d discarded on the floor last night before the two of you jumped into bed together.

“Can I, Doctor?” you said, with batted eyelashes.

With a grunt, he acquiesced, placing a hand on your head in a gesture of unspoken authority.

You spat on his length, preparing him for your mouth. With your lips wrapped around his cock, you began to bob your head up and down. Your teeth grazed his cock briefly, and you heard him whine in anticipation. 

Suddenly, you felt his hand push his length all the way down your throat. Gagging, you tried to swallow, knowing he loved this sensation. 

He moaned loudly, and you would’ve smirked if your mouth hadn’t been full. You were raised with manners. It’s rude to open your mouth while enjoying breakfast. 

You tugged at your makeshift restraints, wishing desperately to cradle and squeeze his balls and maybe even put a finger or two into his tight hole. 

You began to shift under his iron grip signalling your need to speak. He immediately removed his hand and began to pull his dick from your mouth. 

Regaining your breath, you signalled toward your restraints. He reached over you and untied you. 

“I’m sorry, Honey. Did I go too far?” he said with a concerned look.

“Not at all. I just need my hands, Dear.” 

His eyes widened and he blushed furiously. After all these years, he still wasn’t attuned to all of your tricks. 

“Do I have your permission, my love?” you asked innocently.

He blushed harder before nodding furiously.

With a smirk, you rolled your wrists and pulled him lower on the bed. After adjusting his legs, you spat on your hands and rubbed them together, warming them up. 

Harvey followed your actions attentively, hoping he might be able to figure out what you’d planned for him somehow.

Maybe he’d not had enough time today because he was completely in the dark as you began to suck on his balls and circled a finger around his hole.

You heard his breath quicken as you felt his balls tighten. 

Slowly, you pushed your finger into his fuckhole. He moaned loudly and gripped your hair with renewed intensity. 

“Fuck, Farmer! Please. Harder,” he whimpered.

Slowly, you inserted a second finger. As you resumed curling your fingers inside him, he let out a short cry. 

“Farmer… I’m close. Please. Let me come inside you, my love.”

Without another word, you removed your fingers and readjusted your position, straddling him once more. 

“Farmer…,” he said when the two of you made eye contact. 

You smiled and aligned yourself with his fat cock. 

After a brief kiss, you sank all the way down.

The two of you took a moment to adjust before he began thrusting up into you.

Inhaling slowly, you began bouncing up and down determined to bring your husband the pleasure he so deserved.

With his hands positioned on either side of your waist, he began guiding you. 

Your movements were quicker and more intense now. It was obvious that your dear husband was so very close.

With one final thrust, he let out a loud groan and came inside your tight little hole. 

You weren’t quite done, though, so after a brief moment, you resumed your movements chasing after his waves of pleasure toward your own.

The two of you shared a chaste kiss before he settled you next to him on the bed, kissing your forehead, and leaving the bed to get a washcloth to clean you up.

[beanzwrites]

⑉ Party For One ⑉

│Vox x Idol! Reader│

𝚂̷𝚢̷𝚗̷𝚘̷𝚋̷𝚜̷𝚒̷𝚜̷: (Y/n) was once an overlord, dominating the music industry with their talent and the souls they captured along the way. Then Vox came into their life and stole their heart with his big dreams. Everything was great for the lovers at first, then Vox wanted to team up with other overlords for more power. Vox became obsessed over his work, and with also looking out for the other Vee's, (Y/n) begins to realize that maybe they were never part of Vox's plans. They decide that it is time to start again and leave Vox behind.

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〣Featured tracks〣

You Need Me Now? │Single Soon │ Party For One

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It's been centuries since (Y/n) felt what it was like to be in power. They remember fondly of the countless nights where flashing lights hung above them, sweat clinging to their skin as they danced with such grace, and the warm buzz that ignited as the adoring screams of Hell carried in their ears. Though they would never admit it, they miss the opportunities of meeting sinners envious of their fame, only to take such demons under their wing, and mold them into their own image. What a perfect world they had created.

There was a time back then, where they did wish to slow down. The life as an idol is one of constant movement. You always had to be on top of things, avidly working with other big names to get your own out there. Along with the rising pop stars that (Y/n) had contracts with, things got pretty cumbersome. They loved the work they did, and it wasn't that much different from the earthly realm, but they couldn't even still themself in death.

No one, however, caught (Y/n)'s interest much like Vox did. He rose quickly to fame himself, the technology equipped under his belt top-notch compared to what was used in Hell before. He consistently improved what needed to be worked on, and (Y/n) quickly realized that making a deal with him would benefit their institution tremendously. They got the privilege of meeting him in an overlord meeting; Though Carmilla was ambivalent to accept him as an overlord at first, with some persuasion from younger lords such as (Y/n), she reluctantly invited him.

It wasn't love at first sight like the rumors claimed it was, but there was an undeniable click between the TV man and the famous idol. They enjoyed each other's company more so than any other overlord would do for another; it was like they were tied at the hip at times. The understanding between them was silent yet profound, and they aided each other whenever needed. Both of them were powerful on their own, yet unstoppable together.

(Y/n) wasn't fully aware that they were in love until the moment Vox showed them a tour of his first establishment, a proud smirk and rascally delight flickering in bright colors across his monitor. It was that same moment too, that Vox turned to them and proposed that they stick by his side for the rest of their damnation. Vox was never clueless then on how they felt, and he offered protection and power as long as they felt comfortable being linked with his name. (Y/n) wanted so badly to settle down from their busy lifestyle, and with a ring on their finger uniting them to someone they held dearly, they decided to remain in Vox's shadow for decades to come.

Vox was never a poor lover to (Y/n), and the first few years will always be held with care in their heart. The honeymoon phase never lasts as long as people would like it too, however. With gaining power comes the burden of responsibility, and as Vox grew as an overlord, so did his need for more satisfaction. Vox had asked his lover their thoughts on alliances, and wanting to see their husband expand his influences, (Y/n) encouraged him to seek it out.

Soon enough, the Vee's were formed, and the company Vox built with (Y/n) became that of a fortress. The nooks and crannies that (Y/n) grew accustomed to expanded into long hallways, and the small foundation that held Vox's love for them began to brittle and decay. The other Vee's were nothing but white-collared towards (Y/n), as they too in way, helped the two find their pedestal among sinners. There was no connection like that with Vox though, and (Y/n) quickly began to feel lonesome in a promised life of luxury.

Vox became neglectful; choosing his work over them most days. (Y/n) knows that it didn't mean he didn't care, but the gifts presented in opulent wrapping and silk bows began to mean less than nothing to them as nights without their lover continued. They saw more of his business partners than him, and though they aided the three whenever they could, the overlords opted to keep their projects to themselves.

(Y/n) began to feel restless from the interminable stillness that became of their life, and the rejection they felt in their own home made them feel small. They tried to bring up these issues with Vox whenever he decided to be present, but there was always a carelessness in his actions. His mind never wandered far from work, even if his other half was with him. (Y/n) held out longer than they should have with the shell of a man they used to know, the pleasant reminiscence that they held tightly of him beginning to dull out like that of a dying light.

They began to remember the distant pleasure of their idol existence, which felt like a forgotten reality from the many years of isolation, when watching from Vox's balcony as the Vee's were rehearsing for a big convention coming up. The extravagant costumes, the bright fluorescents, even the skimpy dancing, it all hit (Y/n) in the most amazing way possible. Soon enough, they began to dream for a new life again. This time, however, Vox wasn't going to guide them so easily.

(Y/n) left without a word to their lover, only choosing to gift Vox one last thing garnished in a simple blue velvet box; the ring he gave to them. Word got out quickly as (Y/n) began to sign off new sinners for fame, the habits from all those years ago coming back as if they never stopped pursuing it. Though (Y/n) hadn't been in the spotlight for some time, and the music industry went through many changes since their fall, the encouragement of their re-found wanting pushed them to do the impossible. They found connection with overlords they had established relationships with from long ago, and finding the need to become empowered again, (Y/n) was expeditious in striking deals that would benefit this. Even though the Vee's had a big grasp on the media industry, it didn't stop (Y/n) from finding opportunities to outshine them.

Velvette and Valentino immediately took notice of the traction their compeer's former partner gained, and though they knew they should've confided in Vox on what his run-away lover was up to, they couldn't pass up their chances of ascendancy either. (Y/n) remained vigilant in keeping their distance from the three, however, they granted the two their attention for mere amusement, and made simple deals with them for the sake of efficiency in the industry. Velvette became one of their many designers while Valentino's stars were given permission to be taught under the idol.

Though (Y/n) kept up with Vee's, it was nothing but professionalism. They never took up too much time with them, only choosing to do so for work, and Vox never came into conversation. (Y/n) was sure that he was keeping an eye on them, his control of technology impossible to keep under the radar. It's not like they really tried to hide themself from him either. Every now and again, they think of him, but they try not to dwell on it too much. After all, if he really wanted them back or felt embarrassed by the whole situation, he would've shown it by now. He very well had the power to destroy them if he wanted to, cursing their name and all that they stood for. The pride in (Y/n) told them that it was their dedication and luck that brought them back to where they were before Vox, but a smaller part of them also wondered why it seemed too easy. Was it truly the influence they had in Hell or was something else behind the scenes at play? Perhaps they will never know.

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[alienaiver]

Masterlist for 'Domestic Life with Suna' which is a small series including warm, domestic moments during your marriage with Suna Rintarou. You're buying appliances, going to family gatherings and fixing up your freshly bought house!

They can all be read separately, but exist within the same universe <3 They're all genderneutral, body positive and poc friendly ✨

link to the AO3 series!

Part one: FV90BNS2BE

Adult life is scary, especially when it requires big adult decisions like proper appliances! Should you go for a cheap one that sucks up electricity? Would a washer-dryer be effective? It's a good thing you have Suna by your side as support.

Part two: Gubbön to my Poäng

Decorating your shared house can have mixed responses about each other's taste. Are rocking chairs terrible or will they be an acceptable piece of furniture in your home?

Part three: A Christmas Surprise

It's time for the Suna family's annual gathering. This is just a regular old holiday celebration, right?

Part four: Rotisserie Chicken

There's something about keeping old furniture even if it is IKEA; fixing it up takes some will and surprises and secrets are uncovered. The banter between you never stops.

+ more to come! thank you <3

© alienaiver 2024.

[awakari]

Good Night Stories

Sanji x gn!Reader

It had been an exhausting day with a stressful battle. You're tired, but the adrenaline still hasn't fully worn off, so you're struggling to fall asleep. After a while of tossing and turning in your bed, you decide to head back out onto the deck and sit down on a bench, feeling the fresh night breeze.

After sitting there for a few minutes, you hear a door somewhere to your right open and someone else walking onto the deck. Upon turning your head towards the source of the noise, you spot your blonde crewmate and good friend, Sanji, about to light a cigarette.

He notices you sitting there and starts walking towards you with a smirk. "Can't sleep?" he asks with a teasing untertone. "No. I'm SO exhausted, but I still can't calm down from earlier..." you explain and let out a frustrated groan.

When he realizes your frustration, his expression softens and he sits down next to you, asking if there's anything he can do for you. You lean against him and ask if he can tell you something. A confused look crosses his face and he turns his head towards you. "Like what?"

"I don't know... anything. I think i just need some kind of distraction, to take my mind off today for a bit."

There's a moment of silence, as Sanji seems to be thinking to himself. As he starts talking again, he begins reminiscing about his time working at the Baratie. The stories range from strange experiences with customers, to Zeff once again making him wait the Tables, instead of letting him cook, to the dishes he would prepare.

His voice always has a calming effect on you, so you start to relax and slowly but surely, you drift off to sleep, with your head resting on his shoulder. Sanji continues talking for a while and when he realizes that you've fallen asleep, he gently places his jacket over your lap, careful not to wake you up. He can't help but notice how peaceful you look sleeping like that and a smile crosses his lips.

Then he finally lights the cigarette he was about to smoke earlier and leans back a little, making sure your head doesn't fall off his shoulder. Minutes pass. After he finishes his cigarette, he lightly leans his head against yours with a content sigh and lets his eyelids fall shut.

Soon after, he too falls asleep and the two of you gently sway with the calm rocking of the ship.

[winxanity-ii]

I just saw that you wouldn't be continuing washed up (which us totally understandable, sometimes motivation to finish something eludes you because of how people react) but i am a little curious and no need to answer but are there other Odysseus fics or one shot ideas you have? the Penelope reader had me hooked so im curious if you have any others planned for Odysseus!

of course!!! 😊 i totally get where you're coming from, and i really appreciate the curiosity and excitement! honestly, i think the pushback on washed up stemmed from the established narrative of "odysseus longing for penelope." it’s such a big part of his character in the myths that exploring other dynamics felt a bit like uncharted waters for some readers.

for my future odysseus works, the focus will shift away from those established feelings to dig deeper into the more realistic actions of greek men during that era. let’s be real—cheating was viewed differently for men and women back then (and i’ve definitely considered that when shaping his character). that perspective kind of fueled my fascination with him in general! it's also a huge reason why epic: the musical caught my eye—i was curious to see how jorge would retell his story, especially in a modern, nuanced way.

anyway, i have tons of odysseus-related ideas—from smut to fluff to everything in between! 😊 the only heads-up is that these oneshots will explore a variety of aus and possibilities. so yes, there may be a cheating!odysseus in some stories, but others will show different sides of him entirely. i’m super excited to share when i get around to working on them! stay tuned ❤️

[nixie-writes-aot]

Reactions to S/O with Abusive Family

Warnings: mentioned abuse, abuse of power/status, hurt/comfort, fluff

Characters: Reiner Braun, Bertholdt Hoover, Zeke Yeager

Author's Note: This was written purely because I wanted some hurt/comfort fjndkdmd. There are two other parts because theres like 9 characters I wrote this for

Reiner Braun

Oh boy

Family is something that means a lot to Reiner. Especially s4 Reiner. He would do anything to protect his own so someone hurting their family member?

He can't fathom it

Reiner just wants to hold you close, shield you from everything that would dare even try to hurt you

Reiner is a broken man in many aspects but you make him feel whole, you make everything okay do seeing you hurt is not something that Reiner ever wants

When you come to him? Hurt and even scared? He wants to know why, he wants you to know he's there and always will be

Reiner is stunned when you tell him the stories, the way you feel around your family, how you felt the end to always always apologize or people please just to avoid conflict

Reiner decided then and there that he hated your family, that there was no excusing how they had been adults around you and instead of nurturing you, destroyed any semblance of a child that had existed within you

He pulls you close, enveloping you in a hug and let you sob and cry into his chest

Reiner had decided he would do anything just to help you move on from them

Although Reiner could barely hide his relief and a touch of disappointment when you said you hadn't seen them in years

Reiner was half tempted to mention his desire to make them suffer using his rank as Vice Chief but opts to keep that from you. For the moment, at least. Time and place and all

Bertholdt Hoover

When you tell him, Bertholdt is quiet at first. He's the kind to process things a touch slowly 

But he is horrified

Bertholdt became a Warrior for his sick father, not unlike Pieck, so when you tell him that you admire that but could never do the same for your family? That some fathers never earn the love of their children?? Bertholdt is stunned

Not because of the "but family is family" bullshit no no. Bertholdt is stunned at how you're opening up and with him of all people and the fact that anyone would dare hurt you

Bertholdt mutters about wanting to hurt them for hurting you

This is a man who was pushed into killing hundreds just because he was convinced that Eldians were devils and those who were on the island were the worst of the worst 

You can't tell me when faced with the story of how your abusers are still alive, he would be kind

Well. To you, he is kind

To them? He wants to feed them to the titans

Bertholdt slowly but surely pulls you close, buring his face in your chest and whispering positive affirmations that you are worth loving, deserved so much better, and are one of the best people he had ever met

Zeke Jeager

When you tell Zeke about it, he remembers his own parents

How only his grandparents earned his love and how his father especially received his ire

In Zeke's mind, Tom Ksaver is still his real father. Even if he had to eat him in the long run

Zeke is an odd man and he doesn't really emote much but he takes a hit off his cigarette, puts it out and turns to you. Zeke offers you a sympathetic nod, an apology, and pulls you close

Zeke, unlike Reiner, would absolutely use his position as the Warchief against the people who hurt you most

Zeke would lull you to sleep, letting you sleep in his bed and feel all the perks he gets as a Warchief that can actually speak during meetings with Marleyans 

His sweet nothings persistent until you've drifted away and then he steps out, probably finds Yelena while he leans beside him with a cigarette

"Find two people for me. Full name and everything, then frame them. Make them suffer. They've hurt someone I care about greatly."

Yelena doesn't even have to ask who that person is, she knows its you so she does so without question nor fail 

When you hear the news, you climb into his lap and sigh, kissing him sweetly and thanking him for the small amount of justice you get to see served

Zeke would do just about anything for you, he's sure of that much

[oceanatydes]

MDNI

hello my fellow caleb lovers I have a very naughty caleb x mc fic for you here (gn!reader; 18+ only)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63234823/chapters/161968714

[givetomurasomechapstick]

Sonic Masterlist

None of this what you was looking for? Check out the requesting page!

Yandere Shadow and Yandere Silver with a very fluffy twist (req)

Yandere Hedgehog Trio with a human!gn!reader who doesn't wanna date Mobians! (req)

In progress:

Tails x Human Reader (req)

Sonic, Silver, and Shadow x human reader size dif (req)

Sonic, Shadow, and Infinite x Mobian Reader (req)

[beanzwrites]

Humble Til Death

Pairing: Ascended Astarion x Vampire! Reader

Synopsis: The war between vampires and humans has begun, and every duke and spawn a like look to the Vampire Ascendant to help in battle. As they discuss what needs to be transpired, a stranger outcasted by both sides joins the discussion with a humble approach, which catches Lord Ancunin's attention.

Warnings: Cursing, reader is depicted lowly by some characters, slight gore, sexism/classism

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No one would have thought that there would be a war between vampires and humans. Though it is not surprising that vampires have the advantage, the humans have found ways to infiltrate the mighty walls of those stronger than them and bringing their downfall. Upset by this uproar, Dukes and spawn alike have turned to their one and only savior: the Vampire Ascendant.

Though Lord Ancunin is not the fondest in giving out his power freely, he allowed a few proud leaders to have a meeting with him and persuade and strategize what needs to be done. Some thought to destroy mankind for good, others thought to scare the humans into submission. The conversation on how to put man back into their place was not an easy one to make, especially with a bunch of mad-hungry vampires.

The room was loud as the angry voices of men boom throughout the throne room, and Astarion himself sits in front of it all with a deep scowl on his face. A prisoner, a blacksmith who joined the revolution for the end of vampires, lays bloodied on the floor by his feet. The man was barely conscious, with gurgled groans wheezing out of him and his broken bones creaking as he trembles in fear. Astarion had the thought of just putting the prisoner out of his misery, not because he felt pity, but because all the noise was getting on his very last nerve.

"I say we beat the information out him, yeah? We don't know shit about the cattle's moves unless he tells us!" One of the more obnoxious Dukes yells out in rage.

"I want to kill them just as much as you, but if we dispose of the only source we have, it's a lose game!" Another retorts, slamming his fist on the table.

Each of them had their own respective styles, the way they carry themselves specific to their own lands. Astarion could care less about who lives and who dies at the end of the day, but he found it rather fascinating how each of them were different all the same. They were all surrounding a table off to the side of him, maps and scrolls covering the mahogany. Most of them sat silently, only agreeing or disagreeing when they saw fit. Others, however, stood boastfully from their chairs and demanded respect in their ideas. Astarion found it rather disrespectful for them to be so open with their whining in front of him of all people.

Just as the Vampire Ascendent had enough of his so-called guests, the double doors entering his hall opens, and a cloaked figure walks in with such grace, as if they were floating on air. They turn to his servants by the door and murmur a thank you, in which the retainers shamelessly smile with flustered blushes. Silence falls across the room as the stranger continues to the prisoner, kneeling before him without so much as a glance to anyone else.

"Pl-please... No more. Me-rcy..." The human chokes out, blood spewing past his lips as his glassy eyes stare at the form above him.

"Tell me where your camp is, and no more suffering with befall on you. I will put you to rest..." a gentle voice, a quiet song to Astarion's ears, comes from the ominous person. Nimble fingers kiss upon the human's cheek and a deep sigh escapes him.

"Will... they die?"

"I do not know, but if they do, I shall see to it that they do not suffer too."

The human weeps, hiccupping as the realization that he is going to die washes over him. The newcomer above does not rush him, and quietly sits and watches as the man expresses his emotions so freely. "Outside Riv-ington... That is wh-where my camp lies. Please... mercy. There are children... El-derly..."

"That is not up for me to decide, but I will give you what I promised... Rest now." The figure coos, before grabbing his head and snapping his neck.

The stranger slowly stands and the hood hiding them in shadows cascades off their head. Merlot eyes bore into Astarion's, but no bitterness nor sadness was present. They simply looked, and it almost felt like Astarion was floating away from the present. Though this person's gaze was colored like the dried blood forever stained on his hands, he felt a twisted sort of comfort.

That luxury did not last as long as he would've liked.

"You dare defile this place with your wretched deeds," One of the previous vampiric dukes who spoke before bellows. His leather-clad boots stomp across the marble floor before he stands a mere few inches from unknown person.

The person does not cower under him, as they simply look upon him too with their ethereal gaze. " I got the information that you wanted, did I not? Or are you just angry because I did it through unorthodox means? Quite pathetic, really."

"Excuse me?"

"Do you not remember how it feels to suffer? To be put in constant pain by those stronger than you?" The outsider's stare hardens, the timbre in their voice getting louder with each syllable. They slyly observe the man before them, head to toe, before a soft scoff exhales from them. "No, I suppose you don't. Inevitably, that will lead to your downfall."

"You will hold your tongue-"

"Bite me!" They exclaim with a sudden anger, "You do not own me, none of you own me! I can say and do whatever I please. The only reason why I'm here, well... to put it simply, if you die, who else will I get to make fun of?"

The newcomer smiles slightly as the duke stands there with a befuddled expression, as if their words caused his slick tongue to go still. His red eyes dare to capture Astarion's, and he scoffs, "How do you feel about this sudden outburst, Lord Ancunin? Surely you find their mere presence despicable."

"Who are you to dare claim what I think and feel?" Astarion laughs, laying his head into his right palm as he pierces through the duke with odious leering.

"F-forgive me, Vampire Ascendant!" The man shutters slightly, sputtering on his words, "I only mean to respect your court! This lascivious thing disrupted what could possibly be the means to all of our livelihood!"

"I will say..." Astarion starts as he rises from his cushioned seat. He ostentatiously walks towards the two vampires, a look only described as smugness capturing his youthful face. "Your methods are quite... interesting, indeed. Why show mercy to those who seek to kill us?"

"If you were to die, how would you want it to be?" Asks the stranger, who does not recoil like the duke beside them.

"I will not die," Astarion simply replies.

"But if you were to, wouldn't you like too humbly? Honorably?"

"I could care less about my meal's honor, but it is quite intriguing to find another similar to these noblemen to think otherwise. Tell me, where do you earl from?"

"I am (Y/n), and I earl from nowhere. I am a spawn who was left behind but survived. I do not garnish one such as yourself, if that is what you mean..."

Astarion ridicules what (Y/n) says with a sneer but does not punish them for their lack of courtesy. Instead, he glares towards the man, who remained silent with dread. The duke immediately straightens himself, rigid under the Ascendant's scrutiny. "Let us make haste to Rivington then. There we will ensnare the humans and do what must be done."

The Nobles nod in approval as they make their way out of the courtroom, ravenous hunger radiating off their bodies in horrid delight. They will go and gather their most presentable spawn and wait for word that their feast is nigh. (Y/n) watches with no akin desperation to stop what may transpire, but a small voice inside aches for the oncoming carnage that will befall Baldur's Gate.

"You belong to no one, yes?" Astarion's voice catches them off guard from their thoughts, and they realize the must have gone into a trance. The leaders who gathered before were no longer in the room, and a few stray candles burning dimly in the desolate place was the only indication that anything occurred at all. The day's first light began to peek through the stained windows as they were drawn by Astarion's servants. "No where to run off to?"

(Y/n)'s orbs cast over to the vampire lord, a sudden tiredness overtaking them. He was mere inches away, a smirk crossing his lips as they made eye contact. "How long has it been?" They ask.

Their voice was barely above a whisper, and they realized this sudden meekness made Astarion delightfully happy.

He hums pleasantly, his fingers brushing his cheek in thought. "Only a few hours, I'd say. You were quite lost there, weren't you little spawn?"

"Spare me your belittlement," (Y/n) sighs as they turn away, studying the thick black tapestry covering the sun's kiss to the earth. How they longed to feel the sun again, but the chill that caressed their bones was a callous reminder they could not.

Astarion casts a look over to where (Y/n) stared eagerly so and chuckles. "No belittlement here, my dear. Just casual conversation. The sun will accompany the sky for some time. I'm afraid that if you leave, you will be but ashes before you step out that front door."

"Your point is?"

"Snippy, snippy. Here I was offering you a bed in my humble abode too," The Lord says with a mock pout, "If what you said earlier were true, the I suggest you take up my generosity."

"Why?"

"Don't test my patience, treat. It would not go greatly for you," Astarion proclaims with the shake of his finger.

"I meant why do you care if I be burnt to ashes or not? If I accept your offer or not?"

"Oh, I don't. Frankly, I'm rather bored these days, and you seem like exquisite company. See to that which you see fit. If you decide to stay, then I will see to it that a servant provides you with the most lavish things. If you don't, well, I suppose I won't be seeing you in Rivington. I shall wait your decision," He speaks as he strides to the double doors, pushing them open with confidence. "I'm sure you won't disappoint me."

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[alias-sam]

Pierced by a Golden Soul JJBA x reader fic Masterlist

Finally decided to crosspost a fic on here, we'll see how it goes!

The full fic is already finished and posted to Wattpad

Summary: Fate is a bizarre concept with countless more bizarre implications. In life sometimes such extraordinary events happen that the only reasoning left must be fate. The tragedies that constantly befall the Joestar bloodline for example may be the unluckiest series of cards drawn in human history, or perhaps the work of a greater power. There is no way to tell for sure. Had Dio Brando or Jonathan Joestar moved slightly on a divergent path the world itself would be left very different. The fate or luck of the noble Joestar bloodline has led to destruction of evil likes of the Pillar Men and DIO. This story is of a similar caliber to that of the other Joestars (as I am sure you are familiar with them). This is a story of lost souls, compassion, hope, and above all fate.

A Normal Day in a Normal Life

2. A Less than Normal Day in the Life of a Stand User

3. High School Never Ends

4. Know Your Enemy Part 1

5. Know Your Enemy Part 2

6. Close Call

7. Getting Patched Up

8. Familiar Figure

9. Punching Can't Solve Every Problem

10. Elecrifying

11. Fiesta Time...?

12. Picture This

13. Video Killed the Radio Star

14. J-Jesus?

15. Jigsaw

16. Blueberry Blast

17. Alfred Hitchcock Can Bite Me

18. Sleepless Nights and Suspicious Minds

19. Bug Boy

20. Cum On

21. Feel the Noize

22. Quiet Riot Part 1

23. Quiet Riot Part 2

24. The Crushing Weight of Guilt

25. Under the Radar

26. Late Night People

27. Unexpected Accomplice

28. Close Encounter

29. Welcome to the Jungle

30. An Enemy's Offer

31. Cutthroat Company

32. Wide Awake

33. Pompous Pricks and Portals

34. Eavesdropping

35. Enemy Encounter

36. Mother Knows Best

37. Dodgeball is a Cruel and Unusual Punishment

38. Spot

39. (Don't Fear) the Reaper Part 1

40. (Don't Fear) the Reaper Part 2

41. (Don't Fear) the Reaper Part 3

42. Sleepover

43. Little High, Little Low

44. Stand Users Assemble

45. Blueberry Blast Strikes Again

46. Coming Through, Coming Through, Coming Through Now

47. Sethan

48. Coral Pink

49. Foggy

50. Bubblegum Bitch Part 1

51. Bubblegum Bitch Part 2

52. Bubblegum Bitch Part 3

53. Bubblegum Bitch Part 4

54. SPW Snooping

55. Enemy Ally

56. Child of Divorce

57. Mannesh Vita

58. Loli ho~ Part 1

59. Loli ho~ Part 2

60. Loli ho~ Part 3

61. Brioche

62. By No Means an Artist

63. Early Morning Excursion

64. Bite the Bullet

65. Stronger (What Doesn't Kill You)

66. Whipping Post

67. Julius Rossi is a Protective Brother

68. The First Cut is the Deepest

69. Put Out the Lights

70. Mourning

71. All Apologies

72. The Noiz Returns

73. Punching Can Solve Certain Problems

74. House of Memories

75. The Last Place Anybody Would Look

76. We Didn't Start the Fire

77. Seeing Double

78. Oblivion

79. Who Lives Who Dies

80. Justice

81. A Normal Day in the Life of a Stand User

<- To Be Continued

[husbandograveyard]

🕱 Lovebites Masterlist 🕱 this is a VAMPIRE AU event 🕱 ☽☽ Character: Ace (One Piece) x Gn Reader ☾☾ ✩ Requested by: anon ✩ [Fluff/humor]✩ Warnings: none ✩

Ace was pouting on the couch. A full-on pout, eyebrows furrowed and lips turned downwards. His knees were pulled up, and he was resting his elbows on them, looking straight ahead. You would almost be feeling bad for him, if it weren’t so exasperated about the reason for his pout: the delicious meal that you had been eating up until a few minutes ago.

You had been preparing for an evening in alone: your boyfriend was supposed to be away with his brothers -that’s what he called two of the vampires that were turned around the same time as him, they always hung out together doing what they called ‘mischief’. You never asked, since you were about ninety percent sure their mischief consisted of at least a handful of illegal activities. But they stayed out of trouble enough to never bother you with it, and Ace truly seemed to cherish the time spent with his brothers, so you always let him go and listened to all the stories he told when returned after such a day, while you just enjoyed some precious alone time.

So you had taken a long shower, put on your comfiest sleepwear, and ordered some takeout while looking through your streaming services for something to binge this evening. You had finally made a decision when the takeout arrived, and you were only halfway through when the doorbell rang.

You were a little annoyed: your episode was just getting good, and the doorbell took you straight out of the immersion. Furthermore, you weren’t expecting anyone, so whoever it was, better had a good reason for making you get up from your comfy spot. You put your food on the coffee table and wrapped a blanket around yourself on the way to the door, very surprised to see your boyfriend standing there.

You stepped to the side to let him in, too baffled to even say something about his presence, and he came in with a sigh, starting a whole story about how Luffy had gotten into some trouble, but instead of asking him and Sabo for help, he had enlisted the help of some of his own friends. You didn't know these people, but from Ace's stories, you had been able to conclude they were a pretty eccentric bunch with a fierce loyalty to each other and a tendency to make more problems before they got around to fixing them.

The plans they originally had though, were canceled because of Luffy's trouble, and thus Ace had returned home, to you, ready for an evening of snuggles on the couch instead. You were not going to lie, you were a little miffed about the whole situation. You loved Ace, more than anything in the world, but you liked your alone time as well. Nevertheless, he could never be a true bother, and you turned off your show in favor of some background music that you both liked.

"I still need to finish my food though, if you don't mind." You sat down on the couch again with your takeout, taking another bite, happy to notice it was still warm.

"Of course, no worries, I will go get changed into something more comfortable", Ace said as he made his way to your bedroom, undoubtedly just to take off his pants and join you on the couch in his favorite leisure clothing: just his boxers. You chuckled and let him go, finishing you dinner in the meantime.

Ace joined you on the couch a few minutes later, jumping over the back of the couch and literally plopping down next to you, grabbing a fluffy blanket and snuggling close. He made you laugh with his antics and his smoothness, and you leaned onto him a little, turning to kiss him when he suddenly backed off.

"Y/n.... really?" 

He sounded disappointed? angry? you weren't exactly sure what he sounded like, but you were sure it was not positive. You were super confused as to why he was reacting like this too. You didn't say or do anything weird or sudden, and he seemed eager to snuggle just a few seconds ago.

"What's up, Ace?" you asked, an eyebrow raised in confusion as you saw him look at you with something you could only describe as mild disgust.

"You ate something with garlic in it?"

"Oh"

You didn't eat garlic around Ace, a sacrifice you had to make the minute you found out he was a vampire. Unlike in stories where garlic was deadly to vampires, Ace's reaction was more akin to a bad allergy. Nothing too bad, definitely inconvenient enough for him to completely give up on it, and to ask you don't consume any on days you were together. It was not a super big sacrifice, although you sometimes missed certain dishes that used it, and you made a habit of only ordering such dishes on days when Ace was out of the house, like today. You didn't know he'd be back earlier.

Which led to Ace as he was now. It was quite a sight to behold: a fully grown man sulking on the couch like a toddler. You had to do your best not to chuckle at the sight. Ace was a pretty affectionate person, and not being able to kiss and cuddle you on an evening together without being in severe discomfort was akin to torture for him. It was a little funny -the sight- but you did feel kind of bad for him.

"Would it help if I drank some and brushed my teeth really well?"

"Probably not", he sighed, "even if you use mouthwash... it always lingers a while."

You sighed as well.

"Well, it'll be distant cuddles tonight then. And I'll make up for it tomorrow."

"How?"

"Well, we both have another day off... so maybe we could have a cosy date day, and we can spend the whole day enjoying each other's presence?"

His face changed immediately, a twinkle of happiness immediately appearing in his eyes, no matter how much he tried to act as if he was thinking it over.

"I suppose I could live with that."

You chuckled.

"Then that is a plan"

[pluto-00]

Sick.

geto suguru x black! reader!

warnings; fluff, short, established relationship, no cursed energy au, small descriptions of being sick, reader is gender neutral, doesn’t use specific pronouns for reader.

pet names: baby, and honey.

a/n: I wrote this and its hella rushed, sorry if it has grammar or spelling errors :(

synopsis: Reader is sick, Geto takes care of them and helps them relax.

Being sick is hell. Not being able to breathe through your nose makes you regret all the times you took it for granted. But luckily, your boyfriend, Suguru, was here! Which is why, currently, you were in bed resting while he made you tea.

“Baby? You up?” Your long-haired boyfriend asked as he peered through the crack in the door.

Before opening it fully, he saw your head pop up from the covers. “Ginger tea?" You croaked out tiredly, even though you were sick, you could tell there was a faint scent of ginger beginning to linger in the bedroom.

Geto smiled softly as he closed the door behind him, setting the cup of tea beside you on top of the bed cabinet. He swore he could hear a dramatized groan come out of your two-toned lips, as you got up fully to drink the tea. “Thank you honey..” You said softly, slowly picking up the cup. Making sure not to spill anything on you. He huffed softly, as he watched you, before sitting on the edge of the bed next to you.

“Mmh.. sugu, you should gooo.. I don’t want you to catch a cold again.” He knew better, but he just wanted to make sure you were getting better. You set the cup of tea down as he inched closer to you.

“You should know by now that I'm not leaving, baby." He mumbled against your neck, leaving soft kisses all over. He snaked his hand around your waist and started to rub your lower back. “Mmcht, if I get you sick, I already told you to get away from me.” You warned him, giggling softly as his lips pecked at your neck.

“It’s not an issue for me." As he continued to rub your back. He was always so kind and considerate, it actually made you wish you could send him away. Like hell, you would anyway.

He hated seeing you sick, seeing how weak your body would get, and how tired you’d be. And in extension, you did too. Coughing up mucus and sneezing all day, every day, wasn’t cute.. You just wanted to cuddle your boyfriend again.

“Hey. How about tonight? We watch a movie? I can order us some wings.. maybe a box of pizza. That’ll make you feel better, hm?” He said, his fingers still rubbing at your lower back. It was clear he was trying to cheer you up, knowing you felt like shit right now. “Yeah..that will be great, Sugu." You felt your lips pulling up into a soft smile, giving him all the information he needed to know.

“Good, now drink all of the tea, alright? I don’t want your throat to get more itchy.” He said as he got up from the edge of the bed, grabbing the cup and handing it to you. “Alright, alright, just make sure you buy wingstop wings.” You said, as you watched him walk towards the door.

Geto flashed a small smile.

“Whatever you want, I'll buy it.”

[mylittle-escapingdreams]

The River | Shadowheart x GenderNeutral!Reader (GroundhogDay!AU)

Shadowheart found herself journeying past a small segment of a river. The air was fresh and the water sounded like music in her ears. There was a faint smell of honey in the air, clearly because there was a forest nearby. Her eyes darted around. The sun was beautiful, but she missed the way the water reflected the moonlight in the darkness. Within the riverbank, she could see a friend she met not too long ago, Y/N. She rushed over and used one of her healing spells, but it had barely an effect on the extensive wounds their body had. Their body seemed mangled, twisted in ways barely imaginable. But still alive, their eyes opened and fell upon Shadowheart’s green ones, filled with worry. Their hand slowly reached out and touched her cheek, “Shadowheart.” They said with a weak voice, breaking at the end of her name. So short and fragile it suddenly sounded from their lips. “Shh.” Shadowheart shushed them and held them close. There wasn’t much that she could do. She found a healing potion and screwed it open, slowly pouring in the liquid to make sure they don’t choke. The flowers around the lake suddenly did not seem so pretty anymore, the water rushing only seemed to elevate the anxiety she was feeling. She felt tears stinging in her eyes as Y/N’s blood stained her clothes and armor, “Please. Hold on.”, she said quietly, begging for Shar to help them through the pain. Their goddess must take them with grace. “It’s okay, Shadowheart.” Y/N whispered, their eyes slowly glossing over with tears of their own. Their life slowly faded away, muscles going limp. Shadowheart took a few moments to mourn her friend, never wanting to see this moment again, wanting to erase it from her memory entirely. From the time they met Shadowheart knew they were something special, they felt deeply for them and never got to tell them. As Shadowheart slowly moved their body away from her own, a strange dizziness overtook her. She grabbed her head and blinked a few times, wondering if she hadn’t had enough to drink or eat, but nothing seemed to make it better. She took some water from the river and splashed it into her face, but that did nothing. She let the dizziness consume her. When Shadowheart opened her eyes, she was back where she started, back by the river and on the trail. The smell of honey lingering, the flowers blooming. Her feet carried her towards the side of the river where she spotted an all too familiar face, yet again, but back where it was - half submerged in the river. The pain would never stop, it seemed.