#Signas/reader

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Signas/Reader | Signas x Reader

(I only write SFW content!)

Beta-read by @rp-repliforce

Third-person narrative with female "Y/N" reader.

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Sick

It was a busy day today. Even if it was a cold and rainy day, the work never ceased. The High Commander had been to his fifth and final meeting today and it ended with a spokesman of the Council. Of course; save the worst for last. If the Council wanted to shut down Hunter HQ out of spite, they would. Thankfully, international laws and other forms of global red tape prevented that. But, that did not mean that Signas would not face the Council’s wrath practically on a monthly basis. He swore they verbally abused him because they needed a reploid punching bag to unleash their anger on. This did not mean it was okay, though. He always calmly stood his ground, which made the spokesman angrier every time. He always believed his job would be a smidge easier if he would just keep his mouth shut. But, when it came down to his Hunters, he would always defend them, no matter what.

As he walked through the dim corridor to his office, he could not hardly wait to finally sit down and ponder what to do with the rest of the day. Even better, he would see his new office clerk at her desk directly outside his office–a new addition since the Council’s ruling for Hunter HQ to now employ humans in office positions. Signas enjoyed the company of the little human. Reliable and responsible, she always made his days easier and her kindness made his days bearable. If she weren’t in a temporary position under the Council and if he had the jurisdiction, he’d hire her right away.

As he finally made it to his destination, he saw the office clerk at her desk. He began to greet her again today but–wait–was she asleep? Her head was down and was propped up by her crossed arms on the desk. She is asleep! Unbelievable. She never behaved this way at her job! Even rookie Hunters didn’t goof off like this! He huffed and walked over to her desk, ready to chastise her. “Y/N!” No response. She was fast asleep. Unbelievable! “Y/N!!” He glared at her and went to shake her awake. As his hand hovered closer over her shoulder, he snatched his hand back as if he had been burned. His irritation was quickly replaced with concern. Her…temperature is high. He mused. Carefully, he placed his hand upon her shoulder and he scanned her temperature. Hmm…102.9 Fahrenheit…This isn’t good! “Y/N!!” He gently rocked her which caused her to stir. Dark rings formed under her glossy eyes.

“Oh no…I’m sorry, sir. I…” She started coughing and went to immediately cover her coughs in her arm. “...It’s just allergies…”

“No, Y/N.” Signas disagreed. “I believe you may have contracted an illness.” He felt her forehead and her face. “Your temperature is rising. I’m calling the hospital.”

“No…you…I need to help you…”

Signas deadpanned. He gently lifted her face to look at him. “Your health is more important. If you were to fall into an emergency–”

“I know, I know,” she interrupted. “The Council will get angry…”

“--I would not be able to forgive myself.” He countered. “The Council is the least of my worries. My priority is you.” She felt her temperature rise a bit higher. “Now, there is a bench over there. I want you to sign out of your computer and lie down. I’ll get you help.” She nodded and silently did as she was told. He helped her over to the bench where Reploids often wait their turn to meet the High Commander and helped her lie down. Once she was comfortable, he went to call a hospital.

***

Beeping. Beeping. Slowly, she woke up to bright lights and the sound of the beeping. Her right arm felt heavy and she groggily looked over to it and saw a needle inserted and taped onto the back of her hand. She tried to speak but the painful scratchiness in her voice caused her to cough.

“Ah, you’ve awakened!”

That voice. That low thunder was familiar. Commander Signas? She focused on where the voice came from and indeed saw that her assumption was correct. She slowly adjusted herself to sit upright and saw her superior sitting on a bench suitable for both Reploids and humans across the room facing her bed. Despite the bench being meant for dual use, the Commander looked too large for it. She caught herself smiling and tried to laugh but she started coughing. Before she realized it, the Commander was by her side with an opened bottle of cool spring water. “The nurse left this knowing you would be waking up soon. I’ve yet to learn her name but your temperature is regulating so I know she has taken great care of you.” Y/N gratefully took the bottle of water and took a sip. It burned her sore throat a little but, boy, was it refreshing. She cleared her throat gently and felt her voice returning.

“...Thank you, sir…for everything…”

Signas smiled. “No need to thank me. You are my responsibility.” His smile then reverted back to his usual frown. “Now then, I must ask you, how long have you been feeling ill?”

Y/N became sheepish. “Since…this morning?”

Signas’ expression intensified. “How early this morning?”

Y/N shrunk under his glare. Even though she wasn't feeling well, she didn’t mind being interrogated by her superior. Although it was intimidating, it gave her a little rush. Ugh, how could she feel this way being ill? It felt not only unnecessary, but this weird, tingly feeling of adrenaline could worsen her condition. “...When I first woke up?” Signas grunted disapprovingly and leaned down next to the bed, leveling his optics with her eyes. She smiled nervously.

“Then, why did you report to work?” He asked quietly.

“I didn’t want to miss a day.” She answered matter-of-factly.

“You could always call and say you aren’t feeling well, Y/N.”

“But, you need help! That’s what I’m hired for!”

“Your health is more important.”

“B-but…!”

“Did you realize how worried I was?” She stopped her incoming retort. “Your temperature was rising gradually. I had you rest on the guest’s bench near my office. When the EMS arrived, you fainted and they were unable to wake you. I had to come with you. I could not leave you alone in that condition. Thankfully, with the Sigma Virus being fully eradicated, it made it possible for me to stay with you.” She appeared to hesitate and began to ask a question but Signas raised his hand to stop her. He knew what her incoming question would be. “Do not worry; X is in charge until I return.” She relaxed and nodded. “Now, I want you to rest. For the future, please call and take the day off when you are feeling unwell. Do I make myself clear?”

“...I’m sorry.”

Signas became confused. “Hmm? Why are you apologizing?”

“I kinda ruined your whole day…” a small cough and a quick sip of water followed. “You’re right; I should have called about me not feeling well and things could be getting done as they should be and not you being here in the hospital and stuff…”

“Y/N, you are much too hard on yourself. This is why you are in the hospital. You put yourself in these situations believing you will disappoint others instead of taking care of yourself. I am certain you’ve done something like this before, am I correct?”

She looked down at her hands. “W-well, it never landed me in the hospital…”

Signas rose back to his feet. “Please take better care of yourself, Y/N.”

Y/N nodded as she still looked at her hands. She still felt that tingle in her chest but it wasn’t adrenaline this time. “I will. I promise.”

[megaman-fluffcanons]

X and Signas (together idk lol) with a S/O who likes to eat and is kind but kinda shy around others but when comfortable they start being talkative and approach and compliment everyone thank you ^ - ^

Sorry I didn’t put the first bit into this, I wasn’t sure how to include it

X:

*You can be a bit shy around new people, but it doesn’t take very long for you to warm up to them

*X was one of the first ones you got to know, and you would talk more around him and compliment him

*X was a bit surprised by the sudden talkative side of you, but he liked it

*...though he does get a bit flustered by the random compliments

*X will also do his best to help you become less shy around new people, to which you appreciate his help

 Signas:

*Signas soon figured out that you can be shy around new people, but when you get comfortable, you just get more talkative

*he doesn’t mind it, it just took him a moment to realize it

*though he won’t admit it, he can get a bit jealous by this

*you have noticed it a few times, but every time you would ask him about it he denies it with a faint blush on his face

*you’re not mad about it or anything, you just think it’s kind cute/silly!

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yandere! perv! shalnark smut in which shalnark is obsessed on watching reader (his normal civilian friend) through hidden cameras he placed on their house? 🤭🤭

i'm the same age as you btw!

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shalnark x female!reader | nsfw

tags: reader is afab, has breasts and vagina, discharge is mentioned a couple times? would that bother anyone? aw well, also, readers shower routine is based off of mine. ;P reader gets horny and masturbates because why not.

tw's: stalking, yandere stuff, mentions of non-con, pretty vague depiction of murder, the summary in of itself is already a trigger warning.

notes: this may be the last hxh request i'll take so far, sorry if this is half assed and pretty short i was kind of running out of ideas for how this would end xc.

w; 1.3k

minors, ageless or blank blogs do not interact

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isn't she beautiful?

the computer showing the figure of a young woman stripping off her work clothes in her bedroom, in an almost teasing way, or that's what he perceived it as.

once she was completely nude, her breast hanging without the support of that uncomfortable bra, her sweaty, used underwear most likely caked in discharge, she shape of her ass, ordinary on most but beautiful on her.

shalnark eagerly watched as she walks into the bathroom attatched to her room, closing the door behind her, his cock pressed against his pants. pretty much begging to be let free of it's confinement, but he wanted to tease himself a little more, waiting until she actually gets in the shower to jerk off.

she pulls the shower curtains away and turns the nobs to where the warm was lukewarm, leaning on a hotter temperature, some useless information he retained.

he knew she was stressed from work today, first having to deal with entitled, annoying customers, and once she leaves work, a scruffy old man follows her to her car in an attempt to get her number, she shoos him away like the pest he was.

little did she know, she thankfully would never see him again.

she steps in the shower, the water hits her body, making her jump, it must not be the right temperature.

the small camera she has yet to see shows her perfectly close, just sitting above in the upper right corner behind the showerhead, he could see her soaked tits, and the water swimming towards her pussy.

bending over to turn the knobs again, the image of him thrusting behind her appears in his head, he wonders how loud she'll moan as his cock plunges deep inside, hitting that one spot that's sure to make her crazy.

this action isn't new for him, he's watched her shower sessions for a while, and it never gets old, thankfully, chrollo hadn't called the spiders to get together in a number of months, so he had a lot of free time to spend, especially watching his dearest friend shower.

once she got it to the right temperature, she picks out her lavender scented organic castile soap, by this point, shalnark's cock is already out on full display, watching in anticipation as she pours some of the soap onto the small towel to wash off her body, she drags the towel in every crevice, her breasts jiggle and flop as she passes by them, cleaning them.

tiny leaks of pre-cum dripple down to his fingers, slowly pumping his fist as he watches her clean her body, the water washing away the soap.

she spreads her legs to let the water run through her pussy, getting a good view of it, her lips slightly spread open, using her fingers to open them even further, his cock twitches at the sight, he was blessed to have a friend with such a beautiful pussy.

even more precum spills out as he unintentionally jerks faster than anticipated, she was cleaning her pussy with the water, honestly, he's so desperate for her, she didn't even have to wash it, the musty smell of discharge and sweat wouldn't even bother him, he's a grown man who's had his fair share of pussy to eat.

she pulls out another soap, a scented body wash, what reads on the bottle says that is was more of a fruity, floral scent, her signature scent, with the perfume that matches almost exactly.

imagining himself smelling her after she dries herself off, on top of her freshly cleansed body, making love marks and bites, she moans his name and tells him to continue.

she once again washes her body, she soap's lather covering parts of her body, he's close to cumming fixating on the way her breasts move, every now and again she'll swipe underneath and let them fall comfortably back down, he might just cum right on the spot if she goes back to opening her legs.

shalnark removes his hand from his cock so that he won't cum too soon, there's still more he wants to see, and if he's lucky like last time, he gets to watch her play with herself.

his cock twitching at the thought, the way she fucked herself with that dildo, the way she rubbed her clit, the way she moaned.. god, he wished he could go back to the very moment he came from that.

but it's only been a few weeks almost a month since that happened, and she hasn't done it ever since.

however, this will do, her shower routine is boring and familiar yes, but it's her, the woman he wants oh so badly, the woman he's obsessed with, beyond obsessed.

the shower routine came to a close as she turns the knobs, the water stops, she hops out the shower to pick up the towel to wrap around her body, concealing it, he quickly switches cameras, to her room, where she walks into, the towel that was wrapped around her was taken off, she begins to wipe away any water, drying herself away, his cock painfully hard as he watches her dry herself, teasing his moist head, she drops the towel and walks over to her dresser; the same dresser her dildo was placed in.

was it about to happen again?

but to his disappointment, she pulled out a pair of underwear, closing the drawer.

she opens another drawer to pull out an oversized t-shirt, closing that drawer and throwing the clothes over onto the bed, where she goes to sit on afterwards.

he waits for what she's going to do next, the camera sits in the far left corner of her room, getting once again another perfect view of her bedroom.

she goes to lay on the bed, spreading her legs, getting another view of her pussy, she was wet, and not because of the water.

was she going to masturbate again?

her fingers travel down to her moistened pussy, spreading her lips with her index and ring finger, she uses her middle finger to dip into her hole to gather some of her slick, and make soft, teasing circles around her clit.

"fuck.." he curses under his breath as he rubs his cock at the same pace she was, he could see her pussy pulsing and twitching with each touch, more juices spilling out, she didn't moan this time, but still.

she reaches over to the small dresser beside her bed to open it, pulling out that same toy, turns out she placed the dildo in a different spot.

she wasted no time shoving the dildo into her wet hole, letting out a soft moan as it's all the way in, she continues to rub her clit with her middle finger, the pace gradually growing faster.

he was jerking so fast, fuck, he could cum in any minute now, this was too much for him, he so badly wished that dildo was replaced with his cock instead, a mere toy can only do so much.

"oh.. oh fuck im so.. close.." she moans softly as tears started to form in her eyes from the amount of pleasure she was experiencing, shalnark couldn't contain it, his cum splattering all over his stomach, breathing heavily as he draws out more.

she throws her head back, quickly removing the dildo as she squirts all over her bedsheets, laying there, breathing heavily, the both of them were.

he stares at the screen with half lidded eyes, watching her frame, he decided that it would be time to turn off his computer, staring at his now soft cock and the cum that lays on his stomach.

"what has she done to me?" he whispers to himself, does he feel .. shameful? has post nut clarity finally caught up with him?

no, he was just tired, he'll finally see her tomorrow anyways, getting up from his chair to clean himself off in his bathroom, wiping off the cum with a damp towel.

thinking about his plan, to kidnap her, and to finally have her all to himself, but on the bright side, she'll never have to worry about old sleezy men hitting on her again, now, would she?

[louloulemons-posts]

The Criminal And The Princess VII

Grumpy!College!Eddie X Sunshine!Skater!Reader

Summary : Cosy time in the apartment for Eden and Eddie.

Word Count : 2.1k

Warnings : not proofread, swearing, talks of food issues, talks of eddies dad, talks of arguments, talks of horror films, very fluffy, petnames.

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I passed Eddie a green mug, full of coffee, giving him a smile. I took a sip of my own green tea before sitting down next to him.

“So what movie do you want to watch?” Eddie asked. “It’s up to you.”

“Do you mind horror?”

“Not at all,” I said, grabbing the remote and going to the horror section.

Scrolling through, Eddie leaned forward, putting his mug on the coffee table next to mine. “Thank you for this,” he spoke softly.

“Hm?”

“The company. I appreciate it, your homes really nice.”

“It’s okay. I like the company too.”

“Have you seen the scream movies?”

“Mhm, I only really like the original one though.”

“Wanna watch that one?” Eddie asked. I nodded, going down to find the movie.

Eddie had seemed to settle more now, when he first walked into the apartment, he almost didn’t know what to do. Saying he didn’t want to dirty anything, but of course he was fine.

It was nice seeing him in my space. I could feel myself leaning into him, I found a comfort in the fact he was there. And I think, not to be cocky, that he found that comfort in me.

“Do you want some popcorn?” I asked Eddie, already pushing up off the sofa to make some. “Sure.” I could hear his rings rubbing together, almost as if he was wringing his hands - he had a habit of doing that.

“Hey Eden.” He was leaning against the counter, his hip pressed against it, arms folded. “Yeah?”

“I’m sorry, if this is a weird thing to ask, I’m not good with this, I just um-“

I put the popcorn down, looking at the boy properly now. “What is it Eddie?” I walked over to him, “I uh, I got into a fight with my uncle, and I just … I need a hug-“

Before he even finished the sentence I’d wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him into me. His arms joined around my waist, holding me close as he put his face into my neck.

“It’s okay,” I said, running my hand over his hair. “Thank you for this, we just had a misunderstanding and then everything blew up.”

“Come on, let’s sit.” I took his hand, leading him back to the couch. Holding his hand in my lap, I let the boy speak. “He heard me on the phone, getting an earful from the head of the school.”

Humming, the boy continued, “He flipped. Saying this is what happens to music stars and that I should focus on history and do something sensible.”

“Oh Eddie I’m sorry,” I rubbed my thumb on the back of his hand.

“That wasn’t even the worse bit, he said that music like mine led to my mom’s downfall. Meeting my dad, he’s a deadbeat, having me a teenager and then dying soon after.”

I squeezed his hand. “Music makes me feel so connected to her and he just made it out to be this horrible thing. I flipped after that saying it was something beautiful she left behind, and that he was mad because he was stuck on a dull job.

“Then I walked out, haven’t been home since,” he sighed, rubbing his face with his large palms. “God, where did you sleep?”

“In the van, have blankets and stuff in there.”

“Eddie that’s so unsafe!”

“It’s fine.”

“How are you feeling about seeing your uncle?”

“I think I should stay away, I’ve never shouted at him before.”

“Well okay, you can stay away today, but you’re going home and speaking to him tomorrow.” He raised a brow at me. “You can sleep here. Johnny and Steve have both left clothes here so.”

“You don’t have to do th-“ I cut him off.

“I want too. Let me look after you.” I put my hand on his knee squeezing. “Thank you Eden, you’re a really good person.”

“So are you. Now let’s watch this movie.”

“Before we do, can I borrow a hair tie?” Nodding, I walked to my room and gave the band a good stretch before walking out. Eddie held his thick locks and pulled them back, tying them into his signature bun.

“Thank you, was getting a little warm.”

“Of course.”

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The movie was around the halfway point when I felt something on my shoulder. Looking at Eddie. His eyes closed, long lashes kissing his cheeks, his lips pouted slightly as he let out soft breaths.

He really was beautiful.

The night in the van must have been awful, I didn’t want to disturb him, letting him remain where he was. He seemed so peaceful, which was amusing, considering the movie that was playing.

The popcorn was long forgotten, tea and coffee had gone cold and I, myself began to feel tired. My head resting on top of Eddies as my eyes fell shut.

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“Be quiet!” I heard a voice hiss. Nancy? I heard almost silent footsteps,but they were clumsy, Robin? With a sigh my eyes opened slowly, seeing the pair in front of me.

“Hi?” I said, voice croaky as they stared at me. “Hello.”

“Hi.” They said in sync. Both sporting small grins. “What?” I asked.

Nancy motioned her head to next to besides me. I hadn’t noticed I was now lay down on the couch, resting on a familiar person. Eddie lay sound asleep. The night in the van must have been rough.

“Oh,” I said.

“Oh?” Robin snorted.

“Shut up, both of you shoo. Go.” I waved them off, and with giggled they went. Picking up my phone I saw that it was getting late.

“Eddie,” I said, shaking him gently. He let out humming sound of protest at being disturbed, which made me laugh. “Come on, up you get.”

“Did I- Oh shit .. sorry,” he figured out he’d fallen asleep then. But that wasn’t what my focus was on, it was on how deep his voice had gotten, thick with sleep. Good fucking lord. The sound went straight to my … never mind.

“Come on, you can hop in the shower and I’ll fix us some dinner?”

“Are you sure?”

“Course I am,” I offered a sleepy smile. Leading him to the bathroom I lay out some clothes, then fetched some of Steve’s clothes out of a spare draw.

He crashed here a lot. “I’ll leave them on here, help yourself to anything. The peach scented stuff is mine so, but if you don’t want that, Jonathan’s stuff is in here,” I motioned to a cupboard.

“I think I’ll take you up on the peach stuff, you always smell great.” I snorted, with a nod of my head, placing towels and a change of clothes on the counter top, scurrying away.

Walking out into the kitchen, I saw Nancy and Robin leaning up against the counter. “What?” I asked.

“Eddies here,” Nancy said with a shrug.

“He is. I said he could stay the night, he’s had a fight with his uncle so. Is that good with you guys?”

Both of them let out a yell of “Yes!” With wide eyes I looked at them, “What is up with you two?”

“Just you and Eddie … it’s cute,” Robin said.

“He’s a friend.”

“Sure E,” Robin smirked, “And Vic and John are our friends,” she motioned between herself and Nancy.

“Both of you shush! So what he’s cute. I like spending time with him, but I’ve know him for like a week!”

“And?”

“And it’s a week!” I exclaimed, throwing my hands up in the air.

“I’ve never seen you this into a guy E, or anyone for that matter.”

“Well I don’t really do this kind of thing.”

“What?”

“Like people.”

The pair smiled, jesus it was like looking at two cheshire cats. “So you like him?” Robin asked. “I … maybe? I don’t know!”

Nancy hummed, “Come on Robs, let’s leave her be.” The shorter girl held the others hand leading her away. With a sigh I rubbed my face, heading to make dinner for me and Eddie.

Those girls would be the death of me … or the very attractive man who was currently naked in my bathroom.

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Around 20 minutes later I heard the bathroom door open, and was thankful for the quick meal of shitty but fantastic tacos I’d made for me and Eddie.

“Hey,” he spoke from behind me, as I grabbed up two cans of Dr Pepper, something I’d found out he liked. “Hi,” I turned to look at the boy and nearly choked at the sight.

His hair was damp, still dripping a few beads of water. Steve’s top was too small for Eddie slightly larger frame, the muscles on his arms making it stretch tight.

It was slightly too short on him, making it cropped, revealing his soft yet toned stomach. Oh my god. Clearing my throat, I slid the plate and drink to him.

“Thank you, I feel a lot better now,” The boy said, instantly tucking into the food. “It’s okay,” I smiled. The food was shit, but the company was great. I hadn’t felt this comfortable eating around someone in a long time.

Eddie was a sweet boy.

Eddie was a great friend.

Eddie was someone I could see myself falling for.

“Eden!” I looked up, Eddies dark eyes watching me. “Where’d you go Princess?” Putting the taco back on the plate I hummed before speaking, “Sorry was in my own head, skating stuff.”

“Oh yeah? Anything I can do to help?” With a shake of my head I replied, “Nah, just got my trainer back, so routines changed a bit.”

He let out a soft ‘oh’, sound taking another bite of his food.

I took him in, his tattoos, his pretty face, where his fingertips were rough from playing guitar, but steady from painting.

He really was extraordinary.

“Did you do those yourself?” I asked, motioning to one of the tattoos on his arm. It was a puppet on strings, “I drew it, but I didn’t do this one. I’ve got a few shitty stick and pokes,” he laughed.

He turned his arm so I could see a wobbly smiley face there. “I did that when I was 17, old man almost killed me when he realised it wasn’t marker,” he laughed.

“Your old man?”

“Uh my Uncle Wayne.”

“Oh I see,” I nodded taking a sip of my drink, “You don’t see your dad?”

“I haven’t seen him since I was like 12? No clue where he’s at to be honest.”

“Right, so not long after your mom passed.”

“Yeah, he got worse, got arrested and Wayne’s my closest relative so. I guess I got lucky. I know I’m pissed at him, but he’s a great guy.”

“He does sound it. I’ll look forward to meeting him.” With a smirk he looked at me, “You wanna meet him?”

“Well you’ve met my dad, only fair that I meet yours.”

“I guess you’re right princess.” With a nod I motioned to his plate, “Want any more?”

“Sure if there’s any going.” Taking his plate in hand, I filled it back up with tacos and veggies.

“Here you go pretty boy, eat up.” Eddies face flushed and he brushed his hair back out of his face, it was bothering him clearly.

“I can braid it for you if you want?”

“What?”

“Your hair, I can braid it.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, finish eating and I’ll do it for you.”

The boy seemed to wolf it down, at that offer. Soon enough he was sat on the couch, I was behind it brushing through his hair with my hands, putting detangler in it.

He was almost purring at the feeling. Soon his hair was in three seconds, being braided into one. “Does this feel okay?” I asked.

“Mhm.”

“Not too tight?”

“No it feels fine.

Soon his thick curls were in a large braid, that came past his shoulders. “You have such pretty hair I’m jealous.” I plopped myself next to him.

“Thank you.” He stretched out letting out a slight yawn. “You tired?” I asked.

“A little.”

“I’ll go get you some pillows and a blanket okay?”

“Okay.”

Going to my room I grabbed a blanket out of my wardrobe and a couple pillows off my bed. Wandering back out to Eddie, he gave me a smile. “Thanks Princess.”

“You sure you’re okay sleeping out here? I can bunk in with one of the girls and you can stay in my room.”

“Seriously it’s all good. This couch is a lot comfier than the van,” he joked.

“You try and get some sleep okay?” He nodded, taking the pillows and placing them at the end of the couch, pulling the blanket over his lap.

“Goodnight Eddie.”

“Goodnight Princess.”

Walking to my room he spoke again, “Eden?” I hummed, turning to face him.

“Thank you.”

“Anytime.”

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The slow burn is burning.

also this is the final pre-written part i have so there might be a slight wait for the next part to be uploaded

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Thank you so much for doing my request I loved it so much :) would it be okay if I could requests more headcanons for the buccigang where their crush’s stand is similar to star platinum and can heal others with a kiss :) (crush is in the gang)

Author Note: I’m thankful you’re appreciative. You’re very welcome and sure thing! I’m glad you asked for more Bucci gang headcanons. I adore this request! A healing kiss stand sounds super cute and romantic ❤️ I like that it’s similar to Star Platinum too. Also I appreciate the patience these took me quite a bit to write.

Bucci gang x Reader with Healing Kiss Stand and Similarities to Star Platinum

Readers Stand Information:

Stand Name: Awakened Dust

Abilities: Much like Star platinum you can release a flurry of blows and “Ora’s”, you have a move similar to “Star Finger”, your ability being called, “Dust Javelin”. Your stands version of “Ora Burst Barrage” is similar but your limit is one-hundred punches. It’s called, “Dust Punch Armageddon”. Your body glows purple and creates this illusion that the surrounding area is covered in white sparkly dust. Your stand is also fast and strong so you’re able to catch bullets and use your stands inhuman vision to see things in hyper speed. You’re unable to use, “The World” seeing as Jotaro learned it from Dio. So you’re unable to stop time. Instead you’re able to heal with a single kiss with your “Awakened Healing Kiss” ability. Your stand collects dust forming a red aura that then transfers to your lips to make a red lipstick appearance (think of Marylin Monroe’s lipstick shade). A single kiss is all it takes to heal all wounds even fatal ones however it has to be on the lips. The longer the kiss the faster the healing process. This is very useful in life saving situations such as giving the body a fast healing factor to replace organs.

Appearance: Your stand will look humanoid it’s original form is purple but turns red when when you use its, “Awakened healing kiss” ability. It will be bald but it’s whole body is encased with white sparkling dust. Around it’s pelvic area is a small fog-like cloud and it’s also purple. It surrounds your stand like a belt. Your stand has white eyes but no pupils. Added details are its kick boxing gloves and it’s metallic appearance. It’s body is sleek and shiny standing at the same height as you.

Bruno Bucciarati

You’re a wonderful addition to the team with quite possibly one of the strongest stands. He is very impressed by your effortless work. He believes you’re reliable however he doesn’t know about every single ability your stand possesses.

You developed a huge crush on your capo for several reasons. He’s caring, a wonderful friend, mature, confident, and has a good soul. With everyday you get to know him you find yourself falling deeper for him.

You’re always willing to take up a mission or assist him it definitely means a lot to him which is why he’s trusting of you and feels you’re so reliable

One day you’re on a mission with Bruno. The others had their own missions to take care of so you went with him for backup. You’re both to take care of opposing mafioso in a designated location sent to your capo. He wasn’t sure how many men would be in the location but the order is clear. Your boss doesn’t want them alive.

You and Bruno take a cab ride there as to not draw attention. You sneak around the area being sure to have Bruno’s back. From the looks of the hideout it’s a group of six men. You’re both told they’re not stand users but it’s best to be safe than sorry. Especially in this line of work.

Bruno uses his stand to zip open a wall for you both to enter quietly. Inside the men are all doing different activities. Some are playing cards, a few are smoking, and another is playing with his knife

You use your stand, “Awakened Dust” So it’s eye’s can check for other weapons. None seem to be holding guns which is odd at first until you notice they’re carrying drugs in the bags near them. Probably delivery men but this won’t do since they’re in Passione territory.

You give Bruno the signal he nods and enters the room without a care in the world. He’s interrogating them but they’re not intimidated. They mock him. One addressing him as “Prince fancy pants”. Bruno, dissatisfied with their responses begins threatening them.

The three that were playing cards stand up ready to fight him bare handed. The tallest one cracks their knuckles but Bruno easily dodged their punches. The men in the corner finish their cigarettes and bring out weapons hidden under a box near them. They hold tasers.

You give Bruno the warning by having your stand use it’s “Star Javelin” on a wall nearby. Bruno understanding, brings out zipperman and attacks them.

He’s slowly surrounded and you decide to join. Your stand carries a huge crate and throws it at three men. They fly out a broken window with harsh landings possibly breaking their spines or necks in the process. One of the men try going after you with their taser but your stand breaks it causing them to become confused and scared.

Bruno kicks and punches his way through the enemies but one of the manage to zap him with the taser causing him to fall to the ground. Unfortunately another man hiding from behind giant crates attacks Bruno. He’s knocked out cold. You immediately dish out the punches.

“Awakened Dust!!” Your Stand appears with its glimmering arms and kick boxing looking gloves. Dust surrounds the area and your stand punches each of them. You’re sure you got in thirty hits on each enemy before you were done.

Bruno is left unconscious on the ground, worrying you. You run to his side turning him on his back. He has a huge bump on his head and a huge bruise as well. You’re sure the two attacks from the tasers really did some damage. You decide you’ll use your stands healing abilities.

You give you stand a nervous look before it disappears. Your body glows a noticeable red before your lips glow the same color, turning red. Now wearing a sheer red as though you have red lip stick you hold his torso bringing him closer. You lay a kiss on his lips trying to ignore the fact you’re kissing your crush. He’s your capo and you need to be sure he’ll be back home safely.

You couldn’t help putting a bit of feelings into the kiss. Your eyes flutter shut and you get lost in the kiss as your stand heals up Bruno in no time.

Bruno being a fellow stand user is able to witness your abilities. His eyes widen at the kiss you bestow upon him. They sparkle like beautiful sapphires as he’s wondering if this kiss really is only for his health. You don’t let go lingering a bit longer than you meant to. He feels the intensity of your emotions. You hold him with such care, such love, your lips are so gentle yet so passionate. Bruno’s own eyes close and he kisses back. His arms wrap around you and it’s your turn to be shocked.

When you two pull away from the kiss you’re incredibly bashful. Not saying a word now that you’ve kissed your capo. It’s clear he knows your feelings now. You hope he wasn’t aware of the kiss you laid on him without realizing.

He never imagined you admire him in such a way. His smile is incredible gentle yet his eyes are light up. You’ve never seen him make such a look before. You brush his hair a bit giving him a sweet look of your own.

You’re receiving another kiss afterwards and getting asked out on a date for sure. Bruno is truly a romantic at heart so he understands the yearning you have for him based on the kiss you bestowed upon him

“I know your stand is able to heal now but I never imagined you’d kiss me like that. You’re very passionate, amore.”

Narancia Ghirga

He thinks your stand is badass. He’s very impressed and you have his respect for it. Narancia is often starstruck by your abilities which leads to cute moments between you both. He may know about your stand but hasn’t seen all the power it truly has. Your “Ora’s” can be up to one hundred punches but he can’t see that. He’s too busy being a fanboy because you remind him of Kenshiro from Fist of the North Star.

You develop a crush on Narancia because you two often spend time together. He’s carefree and easy to get along with. His natural boy charm comes with his carefree attitude. He always makes you laugh and smile you simply adore his kindred spirit. Not that he would know.

He thinks you’re so badass that it would never register in his mind that he would attract you. You’re often paired with him because of how reliable you are. It evens out Narancia’s rash decision making.

You and Narancia are currently on a mission to take down a stand user that betrayed Passione. They sold out some of Passione's dirt to an opposing familia. You and Narancia are to take care of them. Their Stand is strong which is why there is two of you to take down the traitor.

Narancia enjoys being paired up with you because he gets to see your stand in action. He also likes planning team attacks with you.

You both got dirt on the traitor at a bar. You backed someone in a corner outside the bar and threatened them. They told you they know his whereabouts since he’s a customer of his. He does business in a back alley not too far from the location. You and Narancia are now on your way being sure no one is around.

Narancia is using his stand to make sure you two will be alone with the traitor. Best to make it look like an accident. He gives you the okay and you walk up to the man. Narancia isn’t far behind. Aerosmith is in range ready for the attack.

You grab the opponent’s attention and he doesn’t think much of you. He’s wondering what you’re interested in buying but you cut straight to business. Explaining how traitors are best kept quiet. He mutters, “Shit!” before he hears gunshots. He brings out his own gun you didn’t know he had hidden. He manages to hit Narancia before he falls the ground covered in bullets.

Narancia is hit on the abdomen and it isn’t looking good. He’s panicking since he’s bleeding out a lot of blood quickly. You go up to him and reassure him you have healing abilities but you want to explain them before you do it.

“Please do it already! I’m bleeding a lot here. If it’s painful like Giorno’s stand then don’t worry about it. I can take it like a mafioso!”

“That’s not it Narancia. You see it’s an ability that requires contact..”

You can’t help but be nervous kissing your crush. You know it’s a dire situation but your feelings for him are making you hesitant. You’re unsure how he’ll react plus he’s a friend. You don’t want him being uncomfortable around you.

He’s panicking more waking you up from your thoughts. You decide you’ll show him rather than explain. You call your stand but the next command made him freeze.

“Awakened Dust! Awakened Healing Kiss..!”

Your body glows red then your lips absorb it creating a bright red lipstick look on your lips. Narancia is wondering if he heard right. He’s wondering why your stand is making your lips red.

So much is happening all at once but he gets lost in your eyes as your gaze looks into his, calming him. Your eyes hold a look he wasn’t expecting. You look so beautiful. For a moment he feels as though it’s only the both of you standing here, right now. His big purple eyes glow with adoration. He was always so focused on your stand that he never realized how cute you look. How beautiful you are. He begins blushing the closer to walk toward him.

Narancia is so focused on you that you begin blushing yourself. You see that you have all his attention now. He’s getting bashful since you’re standing so close to him. Hesitant hands gently grab his arms then slide toward his shoulders. You pull him closer allowing him room to pull away if he desires. Narancia’s eyes seem to fill with more desire the closer your face gets to his.

Narancia didn’t want this moment to end. His heart is pounding now and before he knows it your red luscious lips are now pressed against his plump lips in a gentle display. Your kiss is so sweet and delicate as you are. He wraps an arm around you and returns your kiss. Your stand is healing him as it should be but right now you’re more focused on him.

To your surprise he returns the kiss and the affectionate display turns romantic. When you pull away you give him an apologetic gaze but fear not Narancia is now head over heals for you. His smile is huge he’s grabbing your hands holding them to his chest. He’s both grateful yet loving toward you.

He pulls you into a hug and doesn’t let go. He tells you the kiss was more than what you might think. He hopes he displayed his feelings for you in the kiss which you understood very well.

He’s going to ask you to be his girlfriend/boyfriend after the discussion and you’re both heading back hand in hand

“Not only is your stand badass but it can heal with kissing?! You’re awesome! Splendido, carina/carino!”

Panacotta Fugo

Fugo thinks your stand is very powerful and hasn’t seen one as powerful as yours in a while. Most stand users he faces have one or two abilities but they’re not usually stands that use hand to hand combat like his own. He’ll know most of your abilities but hasn’t seen its full potential. He looks forward to seeing what you can do in the future. He also has no idea about your stands healing ability either. 

You develop a crush on Fugo from the time you spend with him outside missions. He’s a gentlemen towards you and you admire his smarts. He impresses you with much of his knowledge but also good discussions. When you are paired with him on missions he is protective and reliable you admire these qualities about him.

Fugo considers you as a friend and he respects you for being a reliable teammate. You impress him many times too such as keeping up with him in conversations or showcasing your stands abilities.

You’re paired with Fugo on his next mission. He needs a second person to distract mafioso while he hacks into an enemies laptop, belonging to their familia’s right hand man. It will be heavily guarded which is why Fugo needs help.

Fugo looks forward to seeing your abilities but he isn’t sure if he will get to see it this time around since he will be focused on his task.

You’re both given coordinates to the location of the enemy. You take off in a car keeping an eye out in case your stand must use its “Dust Javelin” attack.

When you’re both infiltrated in the enemy territory you distract the men giving Fugo the opportunity to go unnoticed as he sneaks off. You handle the men with ease knocking them out cold with as little as twelve punches. You don’t see other men so you go through the hallways of the shady building to take care of more men. Gunshots are constantly being shot at you but your stand is able to block them. The mafioso have no idea what is going on so they’re all shocked. An unknown sniper, shot at you but right when it reaches within your range your stand catches the bullet. A feat all of the enemies became afraid of. Your stand threw furniture and punches whichever way until all the men were down.

By now Fugo had already finished his job and got every last drop of information he could before damaging the laptop. He hacked into the security system to try and find you. He witnessed the fight as well as your impressive feat catching the bullet with as little as two fingers. He smiled and already knew you’re more than capable handling this mission.

Fugo heads your direction sending you a text message on the way to you. You open your flip phone giving you the location Fugo is headed. You hurry yourself since you’re sure one of the men might’ve warned their superiors by now. As you’re running you soon hear Fugo’s voice telling you to get out of the way. He flung himself and pushed you out of harms way. An enemy stand user shot what looked like long huge needles at you. A multiple amount was thrown puncturing through Fugo’s torso and legs. The large sharp objects impelled him causing so much pain he fainted muttering your name. You checked on him before looking for the enemy. They walked out from a corner not saying a word. It’s a girl with arm tattoos and a pocket knife. In her other hand she carries clumps of her own hair. She tosses them towards you.

Her stand ability is hardening hairs into pointed weapons equivalent to spears. Your stand is able to block the next attack with ease. You place your beloved Fugo on the ground gently. Paying mind to his bloody body you’ll be sure to end this fast.

She proved to be a powerful opponent using your own hair against you as she made your hairs point towards your stands back, stabbing you. Fugo awoke hearing your stand but he was in excruciating pain. The enemy didn’t like that he wasn’t dead so she sent a hair directed toward his neck. Awakened Dust caught it and tired sending it back at her but she turned the strand of hair back to normal. It was odd she would use her own long hairs but could make them grow back at will. She made a poor mistake in trying to kill Fugo. She was faced with your anger and you no longer held back. 

“Awakened Dust..! Dust Punch Armageddon!” 

Your next attack is your most powerful attack. Your stand unleashes several punches by the second ending in a total of one-hundred punches. Fugo couldn’t tell how many blows you made due to your stands speed but he was dazzled by the sheer power alone.

“ ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA..!!” You shout over and over again with every attack your stand made.

When it was over your opponent was unrecognizable and was thrown through a window shattering it in the process. It didn’t matter where she ended up. There was no way she survived getting punched so many times by your stand.

You go to Fugo’s side checking his injuries while he’s thanking you and praising your abilities. He then tells you that you should leave without him.

“It’s no use I’m unable to move from the injuries I sustained.”

“Nonsense, Fugo. Even without my stands healing abilities, Awakened Dust can still carry you out of here.”

He mentioned how he’s grateful for your stands abilities and he explains how impressive it is. He then begins to get suspicious when you’re quiet and concerned. You’re way too nervous from the idea of kissing him because you’re unsure how he will react. He’s so handsome and intelligent so you’re feeling less compared to him. 

“Whatever you must do to heal me go ahead. I can take it. Don’t worry about my well being. After all we do have a mission to complete.”

Nodding in response you avoid eye contact bracing yourself for what you’re about to do. You know he’ll immediately catch on to what you’re doing but you can’t help but want to show him rather than explain. If you mention what you must do then it will make things awkward and you certainly don’t want that for a first kiss with Fugo. You’re also secretly scared he’ll deny wanting to kiss you which you’re afraid of.

You finally look over to him then command your stand to quickly use it’s ability.

“Awakened Dust! Awakened Healing Kiss..!” You shout being shrouded in red and a hue of ruby on your glossy lips. 

Fugo is taken back as you grab his face then kiss him without any hesitation. He didn’t have a chance to react. He is completely shocked. His amethyst eyes looking to you with both a bashful gaze and alarm. When he finally relaxes which wasn’t easy he remembers you’re healing him. He wonders if this kiss is more than business until you’re caressing his sharp jawline. Your other hand trails down his neck and to his chest lightly. The simple acts light affection meant to relax him. Your lips felt so pleasant as your touch is. He felt so much in your loving kiss he returned it with a shy one of his own.

When you felt his kiss you pull away realizing how intimate this was becoming. You apologize but Fugo explains he understands how you feel. How valid your feelings are and he’d never want to hurt your feelings. He is blushing by now and telling you it was phenomenal. He’s going to explain how the feelings are mutual and he hopes you accept his attempt for romance. Of course you agree and seal the deal with another kiss revealing that your prolonged kissing is healing Fugo much quicker.

Once he is healed up you two leave enemy territory and head back. On the ride back you hold Fugo’s hand while he is driving. Fugo will ask you when the next day your schedule allows him to take you on a date.

“I...I.. I’m not sure if I can convey my feelings as properly as I’d like to but I want to begin by thanking you. Your lips felt so phenomenal I.. the feelings are mutual and I desire to take you out sometime if your schedule allows it, preziosa/prezioso.”

Guido Mista

Mista and Sex Pistols are going to be complete fanboys about your abilities as well. They think you’re absolutely badass. Not to mention you’re easy to get along with. He thinks you’re a good addition to the team.

You developed a crush on him when he shows off his courageous and self sacrificial personality. MIsta is fun to talk to and engaging in conversation with him is always a good time. His dramatic side also drew you in since it can be funny or entertaining at the best of times.

Mista considers you a good friend but he also thinks you’re beautiful. He wouldn’t flirt you with you or anything of the sort due to being team mates. He’s also unsure if you’d be interested in him. He will protect you and always be there for you.

You and Mista are facing an enemy who wants revenge against the gang. Mista is their first target but they weren’t expecting him to have a fellow team mate with him. The enemy had no knowledge of your stand so they underestimated you.

Mista hid behind tables to avoid gunshots while your stand blocked all the bullets. Mista did his best to get rid of the enemy but their stand could poison within the vicinity and block bullets with its punches as well.

It was hard for you doing much damage since you can easily get poisoned by a simple touch. You’re unable to heal yourself for obvious reasons. 

The pistols kept warning you whenever bullets would reflect. They can all see the attack coming. You’re thankful and grab tables to hit the enemy with. While they’re distracted Mista shoots at the target. He managed to get the enemies legs and chest but it wasn’t fatal damage. As you’re throwing furniture the enemy is able to sneak up on you and swipe at you with an extension of their stands arm. Atleast it would’ve happened if Mista hadn’t pushed you. Mista was easily poisoned causing the pistols to become worried. 

Mista fell to the ground already feeling numb. You grab a bullet from the ground surprising both the Pistols and Mista by having your stand flick the bullet at the enemies forehead. It happened so fast that the enemy didn’t see it coming, immediately falling to the ground dead. Sex Pistols cheers you and Awakened Dust but the celebration is short lived as they each feel the affects of the poison. You hold onto Mista supporting his torso with your arms. His head is o/n your chest which you’re not paying attention due to being concerned for his well being. Mista’s eyes widen and he’s unable to make a full sentence. 

“Don’t worry Mista I’ll save you. I’ll make sure you’re healed up.” Your stand appears as you summon its ability. “ “Awakened Dust! Awakened Healing Kiss..!”

Your words make Mista and his stands eyes widen. All their mouths drop. Mista is really wondering if you’re going to kiss him until you tilt his head up. He’s staring at your shiny red lips wondering if this truly is happening. Before he has any other thoughts your lips press against him. You weren’t thinking and your body is moving on it’s own. Meaning your kiss is filled with your deepest feelings you harbor for MIsta. He hadn’t been kissed like this and with your tender touch to his face he kisses back.

When you pull away you apologize but Mista gives you a handsome smile and flirting remark. You giggle and blush not sure what else should be said. Thankfully MIsta steers the conversation asking if you really were only healing him. When you’re unable to respond he’s a smiling mess and asking you out on a date. You kiss his cheek in response confirming you will gladly join him on a date.

“So your stand can heal with kisses. Aren’t I lucky? I hope you don’t mind doing it again on our next date.”

Giorno Giovanna

Giorno believes you’re a determined team mate with a strong will. He respects this about you and he’s really happy with the fact you support his dream. Giorno thinks your stand is not to be reckon with and is intrigued by its abilities. He hopes to witness more of it’s abilities in the near future.

You grow a crush on Giorno from the time you spend with him at cafes and bakeries. Learning about his dreams really impressed you. His desires are meant for the betterment of the people and you told him how you’d be more than happy to help him. He has saved your life on more than one occasion so there is several reasons why you admire him.

He thinks you’re a great friend and wonderful person. He thinks your loyalty and trust are your best traits.

On your next mission you’re paired with Giorno to take back treasures belonging to Passione that were stolen. They’re well worth a fortune and the boss wants the enemy dead. Bruno knows Giorno’s capability but the location has a team of hitmen so he felt it would be best having you join since your stand has no problems against the likes of guns.

Barrowing a rental car you’re both sure to park far as to not draw attention to yourselves. Once inside the building you both already have a plan. Giorno is to distract the enemies while you look for the treasure. You contact him once you find it.

Giorno took care of the enemies as planned and you sneak through all areas of the building to find the expensive treasures belonging to Passione. It took a while since you had to plan out what type of attack you’d do to get rid of the guards protecting the jewels. Eventually you decide on breaking a column and using it to get rid of the men in your way. You start by having Awakened Dust swinging it like a bat. Thankfully your idea worked in getting rid of the targets however you still had many enemies to deal with. Bullets are shot at you but you manage to block them and finish you assignment by stuffing the jewels inside a duffle bag on your stands back.

You send a text to Giorno as you run through hallways. Awakened dust is punching bullets out of your way. Giorno doesn’t reply even after half an hour so you’re looking for him. Eventually Giorno is found facedown with a plethora of injuries. His arm is broken, he has a black eye, his jaw is broken, and he has several bullet wounds. You know he must’ve healed some of the major wounds since not all the punctured holes under his shirt had injuries. 

You’re almost thankful he isn’t awake because your stand must heal him. He is in critical condition so you must hurry. 

“Awakened Dust, Awakened Healing Kiss..!” Your stand appears behind you as you turn Giorno’s body to face you. You move a strand of hair out of his face while your lips begin shining into a bright ruby.

You lean in and press your lips against Giorno’s bloody ones. He doesn’t stir awake until you’re lost in the kiss by the time he is conscious. He is confused but when you grab his face his eyes open with shock. He realizes its you and what you’re doing. He can feel your stand healing him through the kiss. This was more than healing him it’s an act of love. He feels his heart rate shoot through his body. The warm feeling in his chest turned into butterflies and he returns the kiss. He acted on the desire to return the love you gave him through the kiss. 

Upon feeling Giorno’s loving kiss you felt your insides melt but it was a feeling that made your heart rate go up. You knew in that moment that Giorno had a strong desire to be loved by you and to return it to you. When you look into his eyes after parting your lips he grabs your chin and explains how he understands your deepest feelings for him. How he wished he noticed them sooner. He’ll press a kiss to your forehead and ask if you’d like to accompany him to a date.

After you agree to the date you two escape the enemy territory heading back to the car exhausted. It was a nice drive as you two would glance at each other and exchange smittened looks.

“I look forward to our date, amore. Your abilities are more impressive than I could imagine. As is your kiss.”

Leone Abbacchio

He didn’t think much of you at first until you joined him on a mission. He would never admit to it but he thinks your stand is very powerful. he may not know its full potential but he doesn’t care much to find out until you befriend him.

You two had discussions here and there that got him to warm up to you a bit. When you talk about music and alcohol is where the friendship begins forming a bit. 

He thinks you’re a good friend and he doesn’t know what he did to deserve a friend like you and the others. He hopes to see more of your capability layer since the others talk about your stand a lot.

You form a crush on him for his no bullshit taking attitude. He’s tough and also ready to defend his friends. You also enjoy talking to him so a crush was inevitable when you notice these admirable traits of his.

You and Abbacchio are assigned a mission to interrogate a potential traitor. If their intentions were to truly betray Passione then you two are to get rid of them. It wasn’t confirmed as they were rumors. This wasn’t allowed so you two must “straighten them up”. 

You assist Abbacchio due to the person in question possibly being a stand user. You two head to alleys across the area where you got info on the possible traitor. It wasn’t long until you two found him and cornered him together. The target seemed to be confident. He wasn’t intimidated in the least. Abbacchio didn’t like it and lifted the man by the collar to smash his body against the brick wall. 

The traitor laugh at his face and used his stand to pull Abbacchio’s head back to throw him. Abbacchio slid down the wall roughly while you summoned Awakened Dust to punch at the smug prick. You had a huge fight until Abbacchio found an opening and stepped in between you two to fight off the man. He admitted to betraying to Passione but didn’t believe you two are a threat to them.

You two learn his stand can create a antigravity field within arm distance of himself. By doing so he gets into close range and hits his opponent while their guard is down.

Your stand managed to block but Abbacchio was punched in the face. This made the tall male awaken in pain. His lip bleeding but he ignores it ready to fight. Though it proved difficult you two did end up defeating the enemy and accomplishing your mission. Unfortunately Abbacchio sustained a head injury causing him to become unconscious again.

You summon Awakened Dust to use your awakened kiss ability. It was a bit nerv wrecking kissing him because you’re not sure if he’d get offended. Deciding his health is more important, you go through with it and your ruby lips begin the healing process as you kiss Abbacchio.

You held his unconscious form against you hoping he wouldn’t react badly. Getting to hold him and kiss him as you are now made you feel so wonderful. You ended up giving him a breathtaking kiss as you thought about how happy you are getting to kiss him. His health is your over all concern but your crush on Abbacchio makes you desire so much more.

He slowly wakes up and thinks the tingling feeling on his lips is from his injury until he notices your stand. He understood the situation as his pain slowly goes away. Abbacchio was in quite the situation he was confused on how to handle the situation at first since so much happened. Eventually he gives into your kiss. Abbacchio knee this probably wasn’t the right time to be kissing you but he knows for a fact this solidifies his feelings for you.

Abbacchio knows this kiss is special as not one soul kissed him as you are right now. He is feeling a connection with you. You hold him with such care he knows how genuine your feelings for him are.

Afterward you apologize but he explains that you can’t help how you feel and how he returns your feelings. He’ll then ask you out on a date to which you agree too. He’ll be sure to show you a great time.

“Should’ve known you had some crazy ability like healing. I’d better receive more than a healing kiss from now on.”

[hopefulvittori]

Kindled emotions

Pinocchio (Lies of P) x OC/Reader

Angst/Fluff

So this is my very first fanfiction... To be honest, I was kinda afraid to post it at first, but every starts are always the hardest. Sorry about my english in advance, I'm not a native speaker. I only created this blog as a placeholder because AO3 has a pretty long inv queue nowadays. As soon as I have an account, I'll post my upcoming fics here and there. :)

As his journey goes on, the puppet of Geppetto starts to experience fear and doubts about his circumstances. Luckily, a certain helpful falcon helps to take that despair away.

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Pain wasn't foreign for the puppet of Geppetto. At least not anymore. He noticed a few changes ever since he started his journey. It hurt him when the frenzied puppets hit him with a candle holder or a shovel. Or when the monster-turned infectees latched themselves onto him. 

Yet, this kind of pain was different. It came from his chest area. It was suffocating. 

Ever since he dealt with the Black Rabbit Brotherhood and saw that painting, he's been thinking a lot. Every time he was close to shutting down, the woman in blue always stayed time's hand from claiming him. And despite his struggles, he always saw his father - his creator - watching that portrait with melancholic fondness. Oh, how he wished that his only family would've looked at him with similar tenderness...

He started to feel fear. Fear from the uncertainties of his time-manipulating circumstances. What if the next of his perilous endeavours will be the last? What would his father think of him then? Will he be sad? Disappointed, maybe both? Questions, yet no answers.

"Are you okay, pal? You've been spacing out a lot lately." Gemini asked him with a worried tone. His green light flickered in the dark streets of Rose Isabelle.

It was all true. He has been extra cautious when it comes to his stalking. Krat was certainly a dangerous place to live by, especially with these frenzying puppets and monsters around. Despite that, although slightly, his non-legion hand was shaking. He couldn't feel the sword in his hand the way he held it before. His cerulean gaze was glued to the ground. 

He felt cold...

"H-hey! Watch where you're going or else we'll be--!" Even though the puppet guide in the lamp tried to warn him, the encounter was inevitable. A large number of frenzied puppets fell from a storeyed house. Screaming like wild animals, they were lunging themselves towards the puppet of Geppetto. He reacted as quickly as he could and turned his back on his desired destination. Although he avoided getting clobbered by the puppets, he couldn't stop one of them latching itself onto his leg. Trashing against his captor, the boy managed to get himself free and cut it down with a single powerful strike. Then he ran away with the feeling of hopelessness and confusion.

He didn't even notice that lack of the lantern's green glimmer. The hostile puppet managed to grab Gemini and drop it to the ground. It couldn't see where the puppet boy ran off to nor warn its partner in crime as the impact managed to turn it off.

───── ⋆ ─────

The Falcon felt quite tired after spending the night on the streets of Krat, getting rid of the maddened puppets. With each strike, her indigo dress was painted with oil. She felt the taste of iron in her mouth. It sickened her. 

Separating her lance into two blades, she finished her work on the last two or three automatons. Electric sparks lightened the darkness as her enemies lifelessly fell into the cold stones. She sighed in relief while sheathed her swords. She saw no other puppets on the streets. None, except one. The Falcon noticed a familiar lanter lying on the ground. Its side was kinda battered.

"Cricky? What happened?" She asked as she picked up the lantern. No response. The lack of his peculiar green light worried her. Then she suddenly remembered how its owner turned it on and off. She looked for a button on its side. With a "click" and its signature green spark, the lantern turned on. 

"T-t-tori?" Though her distorted voice surprised the stalker, she was more annoyed about calling her that silly nickname.

"What happened to you?" She asked. 

"I-i don't know. There were... so many puppets and... and..." He said with fearful hesitation.

The Falcon looked around, searching for the signs of Gemini's owner. Did the puppets get him? He was pretty much inseparable from his lantern. Something bad must've happened.

"Where is Speckles?" She asked slowly. 

"I'm... n-not sure. One of the puppets grabbed me a-and... and..." Even though it felt kinda impossible, Gemini sounded like it was in despair. Its entire purpose was to guide its owner. Without him, no wonder it sounded so lost.

The Falcon grabbed the lantern and strapped it on her belt. Her hand rested on its form as some comfort of sorts. She didn't say anything but started her search for the puppet of Geppetto. She knew his nature. He was pretty much an Ergo-harvesting automaton. She always felt the sweet scent of life on him. It was both of her blessing and curse to being attuned to those souls, feeling their desires as her own. She followed that odor of the puppet's Ergo. She always found his scent quite nostalgic. Like settling around a fireplace after getting away from the cold rain or snow. It was warm. 

She stalked around Rose Isabelle streets for almost an hour. Luckily, she felt it. The scent of Ergo got a lot stronger inside of an abandoned storeyed house. She was careful though. Her steps were light as a feather when she started searching through the home. There she heard it: a quiet but hasty heaving. It came from a bedroom. The Falcon doubled her steps, carefully opening the door. Then she slightly gasped at the sight that awaited her. 

The puppet of Geppetto sat before a bed. His frozen expression was lightened in the fireplace's gentle gleam. It was subtle, but his eyes were staring forward in shock. Lips parted and gasped for air. 

It seemed that he was searching for some sort of solace. To remind himself of the comfort of his home. Yet despite his endeavors, he clearly failed to calm his nerves. 

"Speckles? What are you doing here?" The Falcon asked gently. She hoped for a response, yet the boy couldn't even look at her. The woman got closer and crouched before him. Even like that, the puppet failed to notice her presence.

Judging by his body language, he had a panic attack. The stalker didn't know that this was even possible. He was a puppet after all. Yet even though she had questions, she needed to wait for answers. 

"P?" The woman tried to call out for the boy once again. Only this time, her hand found its way to the puppet's human one. To the Falcon's surprise, it felt wet. His hand was drenched in sweat. She placed her other hand on his freckled cheek, forcing him to look at her. Despite tilting his head towards the woman, his eyes were unfocusing. 

"It's alright, P. It will pass." She said gently, stroking his cheek. "I'll stay with you until this is over."

Then she felt it. His human hand gently squeezed hers. He showed her appreciation in a way he could in this situation. She warmly smiled and sat beside him. She petted his fluffy chestnut brown hair while holding his hand.

"Try to control your breathing. It will help you calm down." She continued on as she showed it to him. "Take a big breath... keep it in for a bit... then breathe out."

She kept doing it until the puppet of Geppetto tried to do something similar. Even though he couldn't look at her, he tried to do his best to calm his breathing. His shoulders rose and fell in a more rhythmic manner.

"That's it, P. You're getting better at this. You're going to be alright." The Falcon said in an encouraging way.

His chest heaved less and his eyes became more focused. He needed a few minutes before he could finally look at her. He tilted his head a bit slightly to the right, eyebrows raised in a questioning manner. 

The Falcon smiled at him, unstrapping Gemini from her belt in the meanwhile. The boy was surprised to see his puppet guide in the hands of the stalker woman. 

"Some puppet must've snatched it. I found it after you hid here." She explained quietly, handing over the small puppet to its owner. The boy gave her a small smile as his appreciation. 

"What happened?" As she asked, his simper disappeared. He tried to avoid her stare, but the Falcon searched his gaze curiously. 

"I..." His lips were parting slowly, but no more words came out. She knew now: these feelings were beyond his comprehension. He wasn't ready yet.

The Falcon shifted and sat before the puppet boy. She grabbed his automaton arm and gently squeezed both of his hands.  

"I see now. You can't tell me, can you?" She asked quietly. 

The boy nodded curtly. 

"...Because it's something you can't exactly explain." She continued. 

He blinked a bit before nodding again. The woman averted her gaze and looked at the fireplace. 

"The flames partake in such warmth. To wash away the pain."

The puppet raised an eyebrow curiously. 

"Oh, just a phrase someone I knew used a lot..." She said with a tint of melancholy. The Falcon shook her head. "Anyway... if you have any doubts, you don't need to be afraid. I know how these new feelings and doubts can burden one's heart. But..." She gave him an encouraging look. "When you're ready to tell me about them... you know where you can find me. You can always partake in this warmth." 

This woman - this girl - intrigued him to no end. Sometimes she was witty, yet showed kindness to others. Even strangers. She was willing to sit with him, helping to understand these new emotions without asking anything in return. His doubts were washed away in those sea of flames she spoke of. As he held onto her hands, clutching them like small, fragile things, he felt... safe. Like a warm blanket, this new feeling covered his entire being.

He felt warmth...

Without hesitation, he leant towards the Falcon and gently pressed his forehead to hers. Her breath hitched as her entire body froze. His human hand shifted to stroke her long ashen brown hair. His eyes were closed as he tried to express the gratitude he had felt. Then a small smile appeared on his lips as he felt her being relaxed in his grasp. Her hand found its way to his arm as a way of support. This situation was also new to the stalker. Her kindness was appreciated. Her words didn't fall on deaf ears.

It wasn't in vain.

Realizing this, she gave out a sigh of bliss. The Falcon felt a bit light-headed from the content she had felt... or maybe from the tiredness. Her head slowly slipped from the boy's forehead onto his left shoulder. He gave her a mild puzzled look as his arms encircled around her form. Each time she sighed, her shoulders were rising. The puppet of Geppetto could've sworn he heard her snoring. He felt his gears moving a bit faster as he looked at her peaceful form. The Falcon completely tired herself out, yet she found the strength to help him. He carefully scooped her up and laid her down onto the bed. He watched her serene face as a content smile appeared on her lips.

"Geez, she is completely tired herself out. Just to look out for you." It was a genuine surprise how long Gemini has been quiet. Its voice was kinda raspy from the damage it sustained, but it survived worse situations than this. The boy was fully convinced that it was fine when the puppet guide suggested to draw a mustache and a monocle on her face. With a deadpan face, he reached for his lantern.

"Imagine her reaction, that would be price... Wait wait! I was kidd--" With a loud "click", Gemini was turned off. The puppet of Geppetto quietly sighed as he sat down next to Falcon's resting form.

Morning wasn't coming any time soon. He could wait until down to make sure she gets some rest. As he watched her defenseless form, his hand reached for hers. He gave her a last squeeze before standing up and reaching for the door.

"Sweet dreams."

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In the original storybook, the Falcon was a minor character. It was the Blue Fairy's helper who rescued Pinocchio from hanging. I thought it would be a neat idea to put P in a similar but symbolic situation. He was literally suffocating from his fears and doubts until the Falcon tried to make those feelings go away. :) Btw my OC just loves giving nicknames yet she hates being called Tori (her real name is Vittori, her nickname means "bird" in japanese).

Once again, sorry for any grammatical errors. I hope you enjoyed this story filled with angst and fluff!

[fabricated-misslieness]

pairing: phoenix x male reader

req: no | wc: 1085

summary: Phoenix liked girls; like, girls! They're pretty! And sometimes guys are too, sometimes. Don't tell anyone he said that.

warnings: swearing

a/n: I got reminded of the "figuring out your sexuality by kissing your best friend" trope so, also reader is hinted at being bi or at least liking both men and women

Phoenix knew your passcode just as much as he did his own. Maybe even more! (Like that one drunken night he forgot his own but not yours.)

You were the best of friends—it was practically guaranteed!

'Sides, you wouldn't care if he popped on over. Your room was so cool, anyway. Well, not as cool as his. Definitely not! It had his jackets, his gaming setup, his jamming area, his widescreen TV + speakers, his king sized bed! So maybe you had similar things. A quaint TV, your own gaming setup, a jam area for him, a queen bed, and MAYBE he kept a jacket or two around here.

Point is, his room was his home away from home, and yours was his home away from home away from… home.

So he let himself in without so much as a knock.

"Phoenix!" You greet like nothing. He had popped in so many times you didn't even need to check who was at the door.

"Hey!" He clears his throat, "Hey."

"…what's up?" Something was up, and it was him. You could already tell without needing a glance. Two "hey"s, one excited, one nervous, correcting the previous tone. It was subtle, but you caught on.

"Nothing!" He's quick to say. You throw him a look. "So–" He clears his throat yet again, "So maybe there's something." The look hardens. "Okay, there is definitely something."

You pat the spot next to you on the bed, which makes Phoenix tense up. As he makes his way over, he sticks his palms together in front of his nose and takes a deep breath. Then, he brings them in front of him. "I have an inquiry."

"An inquiry?" You question, sitting up.

"…yes." He nods, making sure he seems sure of himself. "Yeah, an inquiry."

He sits next to you, but he doesn't continue. You lean your head forward. "Right, right, yeah." He continues, "The inquiry is…"

You scoot over to face him cross legged.

Fuck. Fuck! Fuck.

He brings his hands to his nose again, takes a deep breath, and brings them out again. "The inquiry is…" Your lips purse. His eyes betray him and stray down. "can I kiss you?"

That… that was not the inquiry.

Your eyebrows fly high into your hairline, "I–"

"No! No, no, I–no, that wasn't it. That was NOT it. I…" Phoenix scrambles to say something. But he just can't! He's at a loss for the words, to the point where the "I" drags on into something from his throat bordering a hiccup that he cannot name.

"Phoenix," He shuts up. "you were gonna fill the inquiry with long excuses. Just tell me," His eyes are trained on yours. That's what he wants to say, but they drift off like his mind and and and he's shitting his pants right now. "was that going to be the point?"

He opens his mouth. You give him a look, already knowing what he was going to say somehow. So he throws the fillers out the back door. "Yes."

You huff out a laugh out your nose, then another out your mouth. Fuck, you were laughing. At him. "I–" was wondering when you were going to ask "Why?"

"I… cuz," He clears his throat, "I was curious, you know. I like girls, you like girls too sometimes, and you like guys too. Yeah? Am I right? Have I been picking up on the wrong signa–"

"Yes. You're right."

"Okay, okay, good, good, we're on the same page." You laugh again and he pauses because he has to regain his breath and it's absolutely– "I just. wanted to know, you know, if I liked…" He can't say it. "If I liked, uh, um–"

"Guys?"

He can only nod, the widest of nervous smiles on his face. He stares up at you, eyes pleading.

God. You throw your head back and stare up into the ceiling. Finally. Finally! It was so painfully obvious– He wanted proof! It was stupid, granted, horribly dumb, but to hell with that notion; who would you be if you refused?

When you turn back down to him, Phoenix looks like he's given up on life. "Yeah, sure."

Then, all of a sudden, life breathes back into him and he crawls over to you impulsively. "Really?"

You clear your throat and back away a little. He was super close to you and, while it was much enjoyable, he was being a little (a lot) intense. "Yeah."

He settles down in front of you. Without a word, he closes his eyes. For a while, nothing happens. The world stays silent. He stays in place, and it seems you do too.

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Yes."

Phoenix opens an eye to see and–oh!

As soon as your lips meet, Phoenix slams his eyes shut. Fuck… the push of your lips against his was everything. He leans impossibly closer. The side of his nose nudges against yours. Your lips were so soft against his.

The kiss brought him such a rush, like a tingle below his skin. The feeling drove him nuts. (in the good way, of course)

You pull apart, but he leans back in. The movement is messy. He's dizzy. He comes into the kiss with an open mouth. You tilt your head, coercing him to do so too. He moans as the kiss deepens. His hands find yours. They intertwine.

He leans in, and in… and in…

"Phen–"

It's intoxicating.

"Phoe–?"

You're intoxicating.

"Phen." Your hands leave his and come to his shoulders. With that leverage, you push him back. "I… that should've been enough, yeah?"

Phoenix is half laying across your lap. He nods. "Enough to find out? Yeah."

"Good." You nod your own head sheepishly. "What'd you think?"

"Yes." He blinks a couple times. "Oh, fuck, I mean, yeah. I–I like guys. Definitely."

"That's… great, I guess." You push him back a little by the shoulders, but Phoenix refuses to go much farther.

He sits up, instead, fully on your lap and fully on purpose. "And… I like you."

"Oh."

You stare into each others eyes for a bit. You had a thing for him, like, who wouldn't? He was gorgeous and absolutely pretty. But… you were doubting yourself.

Phoenix's eyes… have an emotion in them you can't quite place. He inclines his head forward and down. He stares up at you now. His lips purse. You keep staring.

"Please just kiss me."

"Alright."

[plaidbooks]

A Sign

A/N: Karen hosted a small Secret Santa, and this is my entry that I wrote for @bullet-prooflove​ ! I hope you like it! It’s a Joe Velasco x reader fic.

Tags: guns, whump, mentions of death

Words: 1290

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When Joe asked Sonny how he knew Amanda was The One, he was expecting something a little more concrete. “She was vulnerable, but so strong. And I knew,” Sonny had said. But what was Joe supposed to do with that? He wanted a sign, some divine calling that slapped him in the face with it! All this guessing and double guessing was driving him wild. Besides, you deserved better than that.

Better than me, his insecurities reminded him. Late at night, when you were tucked against him, fast asleep, he would lay there, going over your whole relationship in his mind. He loved you, so very much, but was that the sign? Did that mean you were The One, the end game, the final prize? He wasn’t sure. But he was damn sure that stringing you along while he figured it out was shameful—beyond shameful. But he couldn’t let you go, either.

“Please,” he muttered, looking at his ceiling while you dozed silently against him. “Please give me a sign that this is it—that I’m making the right choice here.” He waited in silence for an answer that wasn’t coming, then finally closed his eyes and hoped for sleep.

**********

“Come on, Joey! I’ll race you to Carisi’s office!” you declared with a laugh, dodging around the hustle and bustle of the city towards the DA’s building.

Joe rolled his eyes playfully before grinning. “You’re on!” He broke into a sprint, running past you. “Last one there buys lunch!” he called over his shoulder.

Instantly, you were bolting past him, and he watched, awestruck, as you easily outpaced him up the stairs to One Hogan Place. By the time he caught up to you, he was panting; Joe was a fit guy, but sprinting like that left him breathless.

“You keep me young, ya know that?” he said between breaths, his hands on his knees.

You chuckled, patting his back lovingly. “Yeah, my old man here can’t keep up.”

He shot you a warning glance, but you just laughed at him, making a grin split across his face. He loved your laugh, and he loved it more when he was the one that made you laugh.

You stopped laughing, but a smile was still on your lips, as you looked at him. But something caught your eye over his shoulder. You didn’t think, simply reacted.

“Gun!” someone screamed—was it you?—before you were pushing Joe back out of the way. A gunshot rang out, people started screaming, the security guards were trying to control the crowd while dealing with the gunman.

All of that was white noise as your legs buckled and you fell towards the concrete. Strong arms wrapped around you, and you vaguely picked up Joe’s cologne.

“Easy now—just lay down,” he muttered softly in your ear. He helped you to the ground, and it was only once you were lying down that you were confused.

You meant to ask, “why am I down here?” but all that came out was a weak, “why…?”

“Dunno,” Joe replied, pulling his jacket off and holding it to your abdomen. He looked over his shoulder at the guards, yelling, “call a bus!”

“Joe,” you whispered, and his eyes were back on yours.

“Just relax, okay, and stay with me. Don’t close your eyes, understand? Just talk to me.”

He pushed a little harder on your torso, and that’s when you felt pain unlike you’ve ever experienced before. You winced, gasped, and your vision flickered.

“Come on, stay with me, sweetheart. Tell me about…about what you want for dinner tonight, okay?” Joe said. Now that you were more aware, you could hear the tremor in his voice.

But darkness was coming quickly, and it was getting harder to stay awake. You knew what closing your eyes meant, and you didn’t want to die, not now.

“Joe, I’m scared,” you murmured, your mouth making the words without your permission. If those were your final words to him, you’d be kicking yourself in the grave.

“You’re okay, understand me? You’re going to be just…just fine. I’ve got you,”

You tried to blink away the tears forming, but with every shut of your eyes, the harder it was to open them. “I—I love you, Joe—never forget th—that.”

Slowly, you started to close your eyes. You could hear Joe’s panic as he tried to wake you, but it was too late—there was no way for you to fight it off any longer.

*********

Joe sat in the hospital chair, his eyes bloodshot from lack of sleep and sobbing. The other officers mulling about, giving him kind words—it all meant nothing to him. The only person he wanted to hear speak right now was you, but that wasn’t going to happen.

“Detective Velasco? Are you ready to see her?” a man in scrubs asked.

Okay, maybe there was someone else’s words he was waiting on.

He nodded as he stood, following the man. Officers gave him a small nod of encouragement as he left the lobby, and his heart jumped into his throat. The hallway to where you lay seemed to take a thousand years to traverse, but once he was there, he seemed frozen in the doorway.

There you lay, eyes closed. Your hair was a bit of a mess around your head, and your skin was ashy, pale. He hated seeing you like this, so…ghostly.

“She should be waking up any moment now, if you wanted to take a seat there,” the man said, indicating the chair by your bed.

Joe sat, and his leg immediately started bouncing. It was like a vice was constricting his chest as he watched you sleep. Up, down, up, down, the blanket over your chest went, proving that you were still alive, still there with him. But he needed more than that; he needed a sign that you truly, genuinely lived.

As if in answer to his unspoken prayer, you gently opened your eyes. As soon as they found his, your lips broke into a smile.

“Hey Joe,” you muttered softly. “Did I sleep in again?”

He chuckled to cover up the sob that escaped from him. “Yeah—you know the Captain’s gonna give you hell for sleeping on the job.” He quickly wiped his tears, and you reached out with a hand, silently asking for his. He sniffled quietly, linking his fingers with yours.

“No crying over me, okay? I’m still here, with you,” you said, stroking his knuckles with your thumb.

Joe squeezed your hand. “Look at me; you get shot and you’re the one consoling me. This is a bit backwards.”

You smiled warmly at him. “I’ll take a bullet for you any day of the week—and I’ll love you every second of the day.”

Suddenly, it all clicked for him—the strength while being vulnerable, the love he felt for you and vice versa. It all made sense; how did he not see it before? Of course, you were the end game, the final prize, The One. How could you not be? He wanted to spend every waking moment with you, wanted to grow old with you, wanted everything with you. And he had been stupid enough to think he needed some divine sign.

“You’re thinking awfully loud,” you said with a frown, eyes scanning his face.

Joe blinked to clear his thoughts. “Sorry, sorry. I’m just…I’m so glad you’re alright. You really scared me there.”

You squeezed his hand. “Sorry to scare you, my love. I promise I’m okay, though.”

“I know. I—I love you, very much. More than I could ever say. And I’m so thankful that I get you every day.”

[thisdragonhordesbooks]

"YOUR NAME IS NO CURSE, LITTLE BIRD. I JUST LIKE THE TAST OF IT."

Finally finished Belladonna by Adalyn Grace. I got the fairyloot edition a year ago! The story and characters are simply delicious. While I'm normally not one for murder mysteries, this one had me hooked. The romance between Signa and the Death was tantalizing (this is a YA so no sex scenes but there is some passionate kissing)

My only negative is this author like to make a point in telling the reader that the character is not wearing a corset very often. Every time it's brought up I was dragged from a beautiful scene.

Over all this is a four star ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ book for me. I will be getting the second book Foxglove. Hopefully it won't take me a year to get to it.

[thecw-unicorn]

Hello, hello! My name is Caroline, and this is my page! It’s a bit of everything so feel free to browse! I’ve got my master list of links to the fics I’ve written and to my commissions I’ve done—usually regarding books.

Fics:

Haunted, Bloody Machines. (Five Nights at Freddy’s)

Holiday Dreams. (Yandere! Giorno x reader)

Yandere! Giorno Drabble. (Yandere! Giorno x reader)

The Oath (Yandere! Giorno x reader)

Commissions:

Bioshock Infinite—Young Elizabeth.

Bioshock Infinite—Elizabeth With Lighthouses.

Bioshock Infinite—Elizabeth Burial At Sea.

Enchanted Forest Elriel.

Elain Archeron’s Mind.

Sleeping Beauty Elriel

Princess & the Pauper Elain and Elide

Nightly Embrace Elriel

Audrey Rose Wadsworth

Elain Week Day 1: Seer

Elain Week Day 2: Sister & Friend

Elain Week Day 3: Hobbies

Elain Week Day 4: Dreamer

Elain Week Day 5: Lover

Elain Week Day 7: Free Day

House of Hollow Sisters

Signa Farrow

Yrene Towers

“If You Love Me For Me” Elriel

Azriel Week Day 5: The Ravishing Type

Escaping From Houdini Audrey Rose

Elriel Crimson Peak

Jason Todd

Viviane & Kallias

Solstice Elriel

Secret Santa Elriel

Signa & Blythe

Death & Signa Foxglove

Astarion

Elriel Month: New Beginnings

Elriel Month: Sunshine Clandestine Meetings

Elriel Month: Waterfall Clandestine Meetings

Elriel Month: Choice Reaching Out

Elriel Month: Choice Bond

[africanamermaid]

Signas/Reader | Signas x Reader --- Signas needs more love!

(I only write SFW content!)

Beta-read by @rp-repliforce

Third-person narrative with female "Y/N" reader.

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Corridor

The clerk followed the High Commander dutifully today as they were headed to a different section of Hunter HQ. Although both the Sigma Virus and Sigma were erased from history, there were still problems with Maverickism. Squad leaders occupied many of the conference rooms in the most populated area of HQ and this left their boss and his newly hired human office clerk left with the “back rooms”. The High Commander wanted to start a meeting of his own concerning his top navigators and hunters…he should have preemptively reserved a room nearest to his office but he had more important matters to worry about during that time. Sometimes, he wished he were human so his priority subroutines would not have existed so he could have reserved a room first then went back to his work.

Alas…

As he walked to find the conference room of his choice, he looked back at the office clerk. She was struggling to keep up with his long strides but she never complained. She never left her post without her datapad in her arms. Despite the Council forcing the Hunters to hire inexperienced humans to work in the office positions that were often left to suspended Hunters or clerical Reploids, Signas had to admit that little office clerk was the best addition to his team. Hard-working, attentive, prompt, respectful, and serious, he could not have asked for a better assistant. He felt himself slowly smiling. He was proud of her and hoped she would reach high places with her dedication and good work ethics. He turned a little ways away from her to focus on his path–he felt his smile widening.

I also find it humorous to find her trying hard to keep up with me. It’s…cute. Hmm, does thinking this make me a terrible Reploid?

As he grew lost in his musings, his audials failed to pick up the clicks of her heels against the floor. This caused the High Commander to stop in his tracks and turned around to look for her behind him. She was far away down the corridor. She appeared to be looking down upon the floor, almost as if she were looking through it. He hummed in thought and mimicked her movements. The floor here was made of highly durable glass. Down below, he saw the labyrinthine streets of Abel City winding endlessly under him. The insects that were actually vehicles and humans and reploids alike skittered systemically through the streets and sidewalks. He looked up at his assistant and saw her frozen where she stood. She was far too attentive to be distracted by such a sight so what was this unusual behavior?

“Y/N? We have someplace to be, remember? Let’s go.” She looked up at him and he noticed her worried expression. What happened to her confidence? “Y/N?”

“Ah…” She faltered in her steps and backed away from the start of the corridor. “I…um…” She tried to place a little foot on the glass floor but flinched away. She held her datapad tighter and closer to her chest and quickly shook her head. “I-I can’t…! Ah…”

Signas walked back to her and he admitted to himself that he was growing a little impatient. This meeting had a time when it began and when it ended and he always liked to be fifteen minutes early at least to a meeting. She was wasting time. He folded his hands behind him and waited for her to get it together. “Y/N…”

“I-I’m sorry, sir! I… I’m…uh…” She shook her head again and sniffed. “It’s stupid, I know, but I have a fear of heights and I got this from when I was little and it was because of my cousin and we were…that doesn’t matter–I’m sorry for rambling! I really am! B-b-but, I, uh…this…!”

Ah…that was it. A fear of heights. Acrophobia; a fear of heights. Such a fear often develops in early childhood or after a traumatic event concerning heights, such as a failed skydiving activity, for example. Hmm…this is a deep mental wound. However, there is not much time. I must act quickly and delicately. “Y/N?”

“Y-yes…? I’m so sorry, sir!”

Signas waved his hand dismissively. “Not to worry. I hear you loud and clear, Y/N, but we must cross this corridor to reach our destination. There are no other paths we can take.” He saw her visibly shudder. “But, I have an idea: come stand in front of me. I will make sure nothing bad will happen.” He saw her look up at him in teary surprise. “Trust me.”

“Umm…okay?” She cautiously approached the High Commander and did as she was told. However, when her feet began to touch the glass floor, she reached for her superior’s arm and gripped it tight. Realization hit her and she quickly looked up at him in shock. He nodded calmly and gently motioned her to stand in front of him causing her to tentatively let go.

"May I ask permission to place my hands on your shoulders, Y/N?” He rumbled kindly. The clerk looked back at him. She gets it now. She smiled at him and nodded and he did so with her permission. “I will guide you down the hall. Watch: you’ve nothing to worry about.

They walked down the hall rather slower than Signas wanted but his idea worked. There were moments she would realize what was happening and she would freeze up but he reminded her to not look down and that she was at her safest. Upon getting closer to the steel floor at the end of the corridor, he began to talk to her about how powerful Hunter HQ’s architecture was and that this glass corridor can easily support the weight of hundreds of different reploids of all kinds. He reassured her that only something as powerful as an ICBM could shatter the glass corridor. By the time they were done with their conversation, they were already past the trial of glass and were very close to the chosen conference room.

“You’ve done very well conquering your fear, Y/N. I am proud of you.” Signas smiled.

“Even though I caused us to waste a lot of time. I know how you like to be more than on time, sir. I apologize. I mean, I’m going to have to work on myself if I’m going to continue to work here…”Signas wanted to interrupt but she kept speaking. “Sir? …Thank you for not…getting angry with me. Most bosses would have.” The High Commander grew quiet. He suddenly began to regret getting impatient with her initially. Humans were known for fears, some irrational and some…possibly rational. If he thought hard about it, perhaps, seeing yourself being nearly 25 stories above the earth while standing on a glass floor would be rather terrifying. After all, if a human fell from this height, they would most surely be dead. A reploid, on the other hand, had a small chance of surviving if their core could be transferred quickly enough into a temporary network or another body. Humans are not that lucky.

“Most superiors lack…empathy.” Signas rumbled carefully. The clerk smiled sheepishly. “Come, it’s over now. It won’t be long before everybody reaches the conference room.” Y/N beamed and happily ran up to Signas’ side. He smiled down at her and she has never felt safer in her life

[sanjisblunt]

desert rose

moon knight fic ☽

genre: fluff ✿

pairing: steven x f!reader

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Steven grips the strap of his bag as he studies the hotel from the outside. He makes out the sign with the reds and oranges from the glowing sky, Camellia. "Hm. Charming." Steven says to himself.   

Upon entering, Steven is almost immediately greeted by a shorter woman dressed in a white uniform, which reminds Steven of the typical spa outfits he's seen on television. Her customer-service smile is complimented by how her hair is neatly pulled back into a low bun decorated with a dusty pink flower. "I'm Sara. I oversee all things in the entire lobby area," the woman explains as she leads Steven to an area he assumes his room is in. "If you ever need anything, you can wait down here." she smiles.   

Steven nods a reply, "Noted."   

According to the key she had handed him, his room was on the second level. Why she stops on the first one, he doesn't know, but in the short time he has known her, Steven trusts her with his life. Idiot, just tell her to take you to your room, Marc tells him, clearly annoyed by this lovely woman just doing her job. Steven catches Marc's eyes as he passes by a glass door and glares at him. "Quiet. She's just showing me around." Steven hisses under his breath. Marc rolls his eyes, clearly worn out from the roughing he got into earlier today with a bunch of pissy teenagers. To Marc's defence, Steven also felt the repercussions of the scuffle they were involved in, being in the same body and all. She's just showing me around; it'll be quick, Steven reassures himself, mainly for Marc.   

Sara stops in front of a room with a curtain instead of a door. The room emits warm, pink lighting underneath the curtain, almost inviting. Steven hesitates to walk through, so he turns to Sara for an explanation, who is already looking at him expectantly. She clears her throat.   

"We offer a special service exclusive only to this hotel. A… massage parlour of sorts," Sara starts. She pulls back the curtain and beckons Steven to enter. Holding his breath, Steven steps into the dimly lit room and is graced with the presence of a group of the most beautiful people he has ever set his eyes on. No one paid him attention except for one of the men. Steven's breath is caught in his throat as he locks eyes with him. His eyes couldn't help but follow the sharp lines of his body, which were easily seen through the white, sheer fabric of his flowy outfit. Down from his sculpted jawline to his protruding pecs and stopping at the ripples of his abdomen. Sara coughs, snapping Steven back from his trance. He feels his face warm up when he realises the man has been watching him the whole time. A slight smirk appears in his mouth as he turns back to continue his conversation with an equally alluring man.   

"Do you have a gender preference?" Sara continues.   

Steven feels a tinge of embarrassment when all eyes fall on him. He pulls his backpack strap downwards in a feeble attempt to hide from them. "I don't really…," Steven begins, unable to finish his sentence when he locks eyes with another, the woman nearest to him. Her eyes are a deep brown, not entirely black. They're gentle, so gentle that Steven can almost feel the warmth from her gaze. Atop her head is adorned with the most hair he had ever seen on someone, a flowing mass piled on top in a sea of waves, a few loose curls falling on her forehead. The softness of her round face is a shocking contrast to her outfit. A similar design to what the previous man is wearing, Steven can only describe it as a series of waterfalls falling from her limbs, accentuating her figure. The see-through nature of the dress makes it seem like it is one with her, to the point where Steven can barely tell where the fabric starts and ends.   

Sara follows Steven's gaze, smiling at the woman and gives her a knowing nod. The woman responds to the silent signal by nodding back.   

She sets her drink down, giving him a quick once-over. He gulps. The woman slowly rises from the sofa, the sheer fabric of the garment easily showing what's underneath. Steven's ears redden when he catches himself staring at her legs, opting to stare at the carpet instead. Despite looking away, he still feels her gaze on him as the atmosphere grows heavy as he listens to her movements. His head is buzzing with a million thoughts, all of them about her. A minute or an hour pass. Steven isn't sure.   

After what felt like forever, the woman is only a few feet away from him. He dares a glance up at her.   

Once again, he locks eyes with her and is nearly breathless at just seeing her. How she looks up at him sends a shiver down his whole body. Her eyes have a kind of innocence which borders on sickeningly sweet. But the way she carries herself; it drove him crazy. She seems to see through him, through his eyes and into his deepest desires. There was more underneath, one layer away from a completely different person. He wants to explore her mind and, admittedly, also her body. His buzzing thoughts stopped when Sara clasped her hands, the sound pulling him from his thoughts.   

She introduces the woman to Steven, then Steven to the woman. He can't pull his eyes from her, all of her. The way her shy eyes dart between Sara and himself, the way her tanned arms cross underneath her chest, the way she slightly tilts her head as she listens to Sara explain something to her, he was being consumed with his thoughts of her. Wait, Sara's explaining something, Steven realises. He looks at Sara, pretending to have listened the whole time.   

"Well, Steven, this is your rose ," Sara says, gesturing at the woman.   

She smiles, pushing a hand toward him. "You can just call me Rose,"   

Steven tries, and fails, to hide the trembling of his hand as he holds hers in a firm handshake. "Steven," he manages to mumble.   

She gives him a puzzled look, which grows into another captivating smile when she realises he hasn't been paying attention to Sara's explanation. "Hope to see you soon, Steven." his name drips with honey as it leaves her lips.   

Steven breathes a small 'yeah' as she returns to her seat on the sofa. Without missing a beat, he dashes outside to the hallway. There, he finds himself finally cooling down.   

Shortly after, he's joined by Sara, who briefly explains that the phone in his room can summon Rose. Steven quickly dips his head in acknowledgement as he rushes to the nearest elevator, pressing the '2'. He pushes through the small crowd waiting outside, fumbling with the key and barging into his room.  

[ao3feed-xzero]

Welcome to the neighborhood~!

by Newgirl22

(Y/N) Cain is the granddaughter of Dr. Timothy Cain, the man who found X. Raised by her grandpa and the Maverick hunters, when an attack of Mavericks increase she decides with care it might be best to move to a safer city. Here she encounters a few new colorful cast, including a dimensional showman jester and a star being out of this world

Words: 1371, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Super Mario & Related Fandoms, Super Mario RPG: Legend of the Seven Stars, Super Paper Mario (Game), Rockman X | Mega Man X, Rockman | Mega Man - All Media Types

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/M, M/M

Characters: Reader, Female Reader - Character, Jīno | Geno, Geno (Super Mario RPG), Dimēn | Dimentio, Dimentio (Super Paper Mario), Mario (Nintendo), Luigi (Nintendo), Princess Daisy (Nintendo), Peach-hime | Peach Toadstool, Princess Peach (Nintendo), Princess Rosalina (Nintendo), Axl (Rockman X), Zero (Rockman Classic Universe), X (Rockman Classic Universe), VAVA | Vile, Sigma (Rockman X), Signas (Rockman X), Douglas (Rockman X), Alia (Rockman X), Lifesaver (Rockman X), Layer (Rockman X), Pallette (Rockman X), Iris (Rockman X), Colonel (Rockman X), Koopa | Bowser, Koopa Jr | Bowser Jr, Kamek | Magikoopa, Count Bleck | Blumiere, Mimi (Super Paper Mario), O'Chunks (Super Paper Mario), Lady Timpani | Tippi, Nastasia (Super Paper Mario)

Relationships: Geno (Super Mario RPG)/Reader, Jīno | Geno (Super Mario RPG)/Reader, Dimentio (Super Paper Mario) and Reader, X (Rockman Classic Universe) & Reader, Zero (Rockman Classic Universe) and Reader, X/Zero (Rockman Classic Universe), Axl (Rockman Classic Universe) and Reader, Dimen | Dimentio and Reader

Additional Tags: Slice of Life, Dimentio is a shipper, Chaos, Fun, I honestly am not being consistant but am throwing stuff in as I go along DX, Geno is polite but somewhat awkward, Maverick hunters are family to reader, X is overprotective as fuck, Zero wants him to chill, Axl is here for the fun, Mavericks and other baddies around, But they're not the main focus, Bowser is confused and worried on a lot of things, Just enjoy my chaotic brain XD, slowburn with reader and Geno, smut is future chapters, X and Zero are all ready dating, Zero/Iris in past (post Rockman X 4)

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[hederasgarden]

Bestie not to sound dramatic but your Six fics are carrying me through this trying times 😭😭 the love and yearning i have for this man and the way you write him ughh 😮‍💨 love it can’t wait for more thank you for your service!!

TYSM!

I have more planned but have been dealing with some writers block atm. Hopefully it passes soon and I can write more for him. He's a hard character to nail so I am glad you think I write him well.

[prettyboy-basement]

Thoughts on Sigma with a ftm reader

hehe i like Signa, hes soooo silly (i hope he's okay)

i think the thought would be good ehe

[leleslibrary]

⭐️⭐️⭐️/5

This book was giving “Escaping From Houdini” by Kerri Maniscalco and I was about to be so disappointed. The ending salvaged the book for me, but not by much.

Foxglove picks up after Belladonna, and deals with Fate stepping in and throwing a wrench in the works between Death and Signa, by causing trouble with the Hawthornes. Fate is looking for his long lost dead love, Life. He believes Life has been reincarnated into Signa and will stop at nothing to tear her away from Death and have her be with him instead.

These kind of shenanigans, as in EFH, always tend to have the MMC love interest be sidelined, or weakened in some manner, and having to bow or cower to the Secondary Love Interest, Because Plot™️. And it really frustrates me as a reader. Up until probably the last two chapters, I was reading with such a scowl on my face, I was so mad. I chose to read this because I enjoyed Death and Signa, not because I wanted to read some new character cause Drama™️ because he could.

Thank God for Blythe disrupting all his plans. But honestly, I was frustrated with her and Signa as well. I hate the miscommunication trope so much, and it turns out I don’t just hate it between couples, I also loathe it in friendships. I swear most of the turmoil throughout this book could have been solved in a minute if only Blythe and Signa had sat down and had a freaking conversation.

I didn’t hate the ending, but it was fairly predictable, at least for me, as I had guessed from the beginning which character was Life reincarnated. I probably will read Wisteria, the upcoming third installment, if for no other reason than to see Blythe put Aris Dryden in his place. He is a loathsome character to me right now. Perhaps that will change. Anyway, if you like being extremely frustrated with character actions and want to throw something at them, then this is the book for you!