#Moonwasnthere

[summerwritesfics]

🩷We’ve Got Time Left To Be Lazy

Pairing: Nightwolf/Reader Length: 1209 Words Rating: General Warnings: Reader-Insert, Gender Neutral Reader, Tooth Rotting Fluff, Cooking, Love is stored in the act of cooking meals together, Domestic Fluff, Planning a family, I do not write X Reader normally please be gentle with me.

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Notes: Last of my giveaway fics! This times it’s for @moonwasnthere :) They asked for Nightwolf X Reader fluff. Like I said in the warnings, this is the first time I’ve ever written X Reader content. It was a fun request and definitely a challenge ^^;; NGL I originally started it in 2nd person POV but I just couldn’t make it work ;_; I did kinda bend my request rules for this one, and idk if I’ll ever write X Reader content again. Just a heads up so no one follows me and then is immediately disappointed that the rest of my fics are SubScorp all the way down XD Title is from “The Gambler” by Fun.

The room was filled with the scent of onions cooking on the hob.

Y/N reached over for the wooden spoon, using it to stir the onions inside the pan. Glancing over to their right, Nightwolf was standing just a few centimetres away from them. He was concentrating on chopping some mushrooms, so much so that his tongue was sticking out slightly and his eyes were narrowed at the chopping block. A giggle erupted from Y/N’s mouth, he just looked so cute they just couldn’t help it.

The sound of their laughter seemed to break his concentration, as he turned his head and blinked a few times.

“Is there a problem?” He questioned, although the small smile on his face told Y/N that he wasn’t ignorant to what had amused them so. Their further giggle resulted in him tilting his head at them. “Is there something you find amusing?”

“Nope,” they replied in a sing song voice, turning back to the onions and smirking to themself at the little huff that left his mouth. The onions were done, so Y/N took the pan off the hob and put them onto a nearby plate. They glanced over to Nightwolf, to see he was still staring at them, a fondness in his eyes that caused butterflies in their chest. “Now who seems to have the problem?”

“Hm, my apologies,” Nightwolf replied, one hand on his hips and the other went under his chin. “It is just you always catch my eye, and I am in such awe I can’t help but stare.”

“Wow,” Y/N gasped in mock disbelief, although they could feel their face heating up from the compliment. “Have you been spending time with Johnny again by any chance?”

Nightwolf didn’t reply, just stepped forward to put his hands around their waist, leaning forward to kiss their forehead. Y/N sighed, closing their eyes and wrapping their arms around his neck.

These moments seemed to be such a rarity in their lives, but that just made them all the sweeter when they happened. With Earthrealm seemingly in constant danger and Nightwolf’s duties to both the protection of the world and to the Matoka, it felt like they were both constantly on the go. Yet, occasionally, the dust settled. The world was safe and at peace, and Y/N could take a moment to breathe.

“I love you,” they whispered, resting their head on his shoulder. “I hope you always know that.”

“Of course,” he assured, his embrace getting slightly tighter, like he was afraid of letting you go. “I love you too, I always will.”

Y/N nuzzled into his neck, breathing out. Yes, these moments were a rarity, that was why they held onto them so tightly. This life they both lived was so hard, but everything was okay so long as they had each other.

A strange noise between a bark and a huff got both of their attention.

Turning their head’s slightly, Y/N found Kiba sat a few feet away. His ears were flat, tail swaying slightly, as he somehow looked at both of them in silent judgement.

“Oh, I’m sorry, did you need something?” Nightwolf asked sarcastically, but Y/N was thankful he didn’t break from the embrace.

Kiba made another strange whine, ears twitching and eyes flicking over to the counter briefly. Y/N began to laugh suddenly, completely understanding what the wolf wanted.

“Are we not giving you any of the meat fast enough?” Y/N asked, and Kiba’s ears immediately perked up. They snorted, as Nightwolf gave an exacerbated sigh. “Aw, poor you.”

As reluctant as Y/N was to do so, they pulled back out of Nightwolf’s arms, reaching for the side where the chicken sat, uncooked and unseasoned but diced. They took a piece between two of their fingers, Kiba’s eyes fixed on the treat awaiting him. Y/N bent down, holding it out. Despite how eager the wolf was, he was still gentle as he took it from them.

Although once it was in his mouth it was gone within seconds.

And then Kiba was looking at Y/N with hopeful eyes, practically begging for another piece.

“For a spirit, he sure does like to eat,” they commented, reaching to pat Kiba on the head.

Nightwolf hummed and muttered “he’s not the only one.”

Y/N glanced over their shoulder, Nightwolf was looking in the same direction as them, but slightly over, as if something else was going on behind Kiba. They shifted their head to one side, to see behind the spirit wolf. Komo was sitting behind them, ear low and looking awfully dejected, while Hana sat perched on his head.

“Oh, fine,” Y/N laughed as they got back up on their feet and returned to the chicken.

They picked up one piece, and held it up and out. This prompted Hana to take flight, grabbing the meat with her claws as she flew past, eventually landing on the fridge. One claw balanced on the edge, while the other held up her prize as she tore into it with her beak. Y/N then took another piece of chicken, throwing it up into the air and in the direction of Komo. The bear’s jaw snapped and just like that, the chicken was gone.

Y/N felt a hand on their waist again, before Nightwolf’s lips gently pecked at their cheek.

“Do try to save some for us,” he teased lightly making Y/N reach up to flick his nose slightly.

“Well, maybe we should just start making bigger portions,” they answered with a cheeky smile. “I mean, we’ll have to start doing that in the near future anyway, may as well start to get into the habit.”

The way Nightwolf’s face lit up made their heart race. It was so sweet, that just the hint of expanding the family made him so happy. He was going to make an amazing Dad, they just knew it.

“Well we do have some extra chicken,” Nightwolf said with a shrug, doing a poor job of hiding how giddy he was.

“Hm, then I guess I’d better go get some extra thyme from the garden,” Y/N replied, pushing themself away from the counter.

As they walked over towards the back door, they heard a quiet but panicked cry of “Kiba no”. Y/N turned around just in time to see Kiba sliding his front paws down the side of the counter, having clearly attempted to sneak some more chicken the second both their backs were turned.

As they watched their beloved gently scold his pet, Y/N considered that this truly was the family they’d always imagined they’d have. Granted they’d expected a domestic pet rather than 3 animal spirits, but that was just being a bit pedantic. The only thing that would make it even more perfect, would be the pitter patter of tiny feet. And Y/N wouldn’t need to wait too much longer for that to be reality.

As Y/N finally stepped out the door, they felt content.

Despite the dangers of the world, the two of them would give their family a good life, they believed in that above all else.

[theelderhazelnut]

Path and Heart Quizzes

Tagged by @roofgeese and @neonneurons <3

Where does your OC’s path lead to?

The ship

An eery apparition, the old wood groaning. This vessel is your home, your essence has seeped into each nook and it beckons you. Your soul has carried you far but now you want to leave all that you are behind, you have ripped the planks apart and built a new vessel out of them. But can you sail to new horizons or are you doomed to repeat your past voyages? Built your ship out of your old one, each groove in the wood just a mark of all that you have experienced, and light your lamps to see whose hands help you steer towards a future you seek.

Accurate! Ombra left everything behind to live in Metalrealm. Is she doomed to remain in the cycle of bloodshed, running and become exactly like her enemies? You’ll find the answer in her story. And the last line! Whose hands are going to help her? Quan Chi!

What does your OC’s heart look like?

A compass that doesn’t waver

You are someone who is certain of what you want. Maybe you always have been, or maybe you made a discovery that you haven’t been able to tear your eyes away from. Your heart is set and certain. You fight endlessly for your goals. Above all else, you know who you are and what you are trying to achieve. Just be careful not to tear yourself or others apart in pursuit of your ideals.

Another accurate result! Ombra knew what she was going to do from the beginning. She spent years researching and planning. And well, she’s not going to listen to this uquiz and will hurt anyone who’s on her way to achieve her goals.

Tagging: @huepazu @vivilovespink @darialovesstuff @poisonedtruth @krysta-cross @middlechildwhoescapedthebasement @scentedcandleibex @confidentandgood @voidika @strangefable @aceghosts @inafieldofdaisies @detectivelokis @loverofthewindgod @euryalex @bihansthot @takiisieju-moved @zoetheneko @risingfiredragon @devilzukin7 @nightbloodbix @jacobsneed @shegetsburned @irklos34 @malewifefirestar @moonwasnthere @angryvengeful @pink-lemonadae-san @bloody-teared-angel and you!

[theelderhazelnut]

3 Quizzes in 1

Tagged by @neonneurons (for all three)@darialovesstuff (for all three) @inafieldofdaisies @voidika @aceghosts <3

What type of cat is your OC?

tortoiseshell cat

every gay woman has one (and if they currently don't, they will). you are independent and stubborn and aloof but you show your affection to those deserving (and they always feel special about it).

What Horror Trope is your OC?

The Monster

it was not your fault– at first, at least. you can not help being the way you are. and even if you could, would you choose to change? they met you with torches raised and screaming mouths, the only choice you had was to flee. but you will not stay away forever. they whisper your name in fear, and you will make sure you hurt them just as much as they hurt you.

Which two Greek Gods are your OC's parents?

Hephaestus & Nyx

Oh, sweet child of crafting and night! Your father is the wronged blacksmith of the gods, and your mother the mysterious primordial of Chaos. A life of greatness stands before you dictated by hard work, curiosity, and secrecy. No man can tell you what realm you preside over, but look to themes of astronomy and smoke as you grow into your power.

All three results are surprisingly accurate!

Since I’m pretty late to the first second quizzes, I tag y’all for the third one (no pressure): @bar10du @vivilovespink @poisonedtruth @huepazu @scentedcandleibex @inafieldofdaisies @voidika @strangefable @roofgeese @maddenedroses @unpetitoiseau @confidentandgood @euryalex @detectivelokis @sstewyhosseini @socially-awkward-skeleton @captastra @takiisieju-moved @spacestephh @jacobsneed @aceghosts @loverofthewindgod @ninibear3000 @middlechildwhoescapedthebasement @zoetheneko @moonwasnthere @shegetsburned @thepanakinanakin

[theelderhazelnut]

3 quizzes in 1

Tagged by @poisonedtruth @voidika @roofgeese @neonneurons @darialovesstuff to take this quizzes <3

Which uniquely human interactions are you?

Waiting in the car

Those extra seconds sat in your friend's driveway so you can make sure the door closes behind them. You are those watchful eyes. You are saying "I can't keep you safe always I will make damn sure nothing happens on my watch." You are the action of keeping a stranger's child in your peripheral to make sure they don't get into any trouble. You are holding out a hand to catch the person who stumbled. You are the village.

Ombra is not the protective type, but on rare occasions, she can be. And it's so damn cute like this result.

What kind of touch do you possess?

Lingering touch

you are home. you are the feeling of lasting peacefulness. it resonates in your bones and stabilizes your surroundings. you like routine and the familiarity of things. it brings you satisfaction to have a grounded life. you want to build something you're proud of and share the benefits with your loved ones. you are the glue of your friends and family and essential to the functioning of the group. others admire your responsibility and how they can rely on you for anything. you are amazing.

Idk how to feel about this. Ombra is not that much amazing tbh.

What kind of time loop are you stuck in?

Sci-fi horror

there is always something behind you, but you will never see it…have you seen it? you don't think you can remember now. maybe take another look, just a little glance. what’s one more time, right? just once more, once more, once more…

Ok this one fits.

No pressure tags: @bar10du @vivilovespink @scentedcandleibex @huepazu @krysta-cross @middlechildwhoescapedthebasement @confidentandgood @socially-awkward-skeleton @ninibear3000 @loverofthewindgod @zoetheneko @spacestephh @euryalex @strangefable @captastra @inafieldofdaisies @detectivelokis @sstewyhosseini @isabellawaites @moonwasnthere @aliyaaaepel3 and you!

[theelderhazelnut]

What color does your OC's love feel like?

Tagged by @poisonedtruth @voidika @neonneurons to take this uquiz <3

Deep Staining Red

Ripped out confessions, warm velvety whispers and a heart like an open wound. Your love flows out like dripping blood, beautiful, flawed and twisted. It's gut wrenching, the type of painfully dramatic feeling that makes you clutch your chest, picturing dramatic monologues about love and loving and big screen over the top scenes of sobbing into your pillow until you fall asleep. It rips out of you, clawing it's way up your throat more so than tumbling out. Sticky words that just need to be let out, feelings so big they don't fit inside you. Your love isn't easy, it's a true bloody mess, dripping and staining everything it touches in a desperate attempt to be seen, to be felt, to be loved back. And you, you love so hard, so deeply, so much for someone who carries all that pain. Atlas holding up the world, how are you? Is your love still flowing? Is your heart still open? Still pumping and bleeding and dripping with blood and tears? Still painting your beautiful pictures and writing your love letters in deeply personal red ink? Because I see them, I read them, I love them and you, you, you, you. Clench your chest, scream your love, cry it out. Spill your words of loving, keep your heart beating, keep your love coming and paint the entire world red with it. Make it in your image, keep going, it's okay. Maybe one day the whole world can be red and loved and beautiful just like you.

So accurate.

No pressure tags: @vivilovespink @darialovesstuff @scentedcandleibex @huepazu @krysta-cross @confidentandgood @middlechildwhoescapedthebasement @loverofthewindgod @ninibear3000 @isabellawaites @moonwasnthere and you!