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lovebugism · 8 months ago

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after skinny dipping at a lover’s lake alone, eddie is shocked to see someone else was there all along (reader) 🫶🏻

thank u for requesting anon! this prompt literally drove me insane! (in a good way)! — eddie falls in love with the weirdest stranger he's ever met in his life (wednesdayaddams!reader-esque, mentions of being naked, 18+ | 1.2k)

The edge of Lover’s Lake sits right outside Eddie’s trailer, partially visible through a thin treeline of bright orange oaks. He stumbles through it on graceless, lanky legs — high out of his mind, which is filled now with racing thoughts of boyish rage.

He’s failing English (again), for one. For another, Corroded Coffin’s been bumped to Tuesday night shows instead of Friday nights (a death sentence if he ever saw one). And ever since then, Wayne’s been on his ass about working with him at the car shop (‘cause moonlight as a rockstar isn’t a real job, apparently.)

Eddie gets angrier the more he thinks about it — which is perpetually and without mercy. It makes his pale skin feel red hot, boiling to the touch, practically repelling every wisp of autumn breeze that threatens to cool him down. He wonders, briefly, if it could be the weed fucking with him. ‘Cause everything else has been today.

He stands on the grassy bank of the moonlit lake and strips off his clothes to find out. He stumbles trying to get his pants off, right after his chin gets stuck in the neck of his t-shirt. He doesn’t think to check if anyone’s around until he’s left only in his thin, navy plaid boxers.

“Free show?” a feminine, unfamiliar voice calls from the center of the pitch-black lake.

Eddie practically jumps out of his buzzing skin. His heart lurches into his throat as his palms hurry to cover his still-clothed crotch. “Shit!” he shouts, voice echoing over the empty clearing.

You don’t flinch at the volume of the voice. He can’t even tell if you’re blinking from here. You just remain in the middle of the rippling, silver water, only visible from the tops of your bare collarbones.

Eddie swallows hard, adam’s apple bobbing, and tries to catch his breath. “Sorry. I— I didn’t know anyone else was out here…”

“Don’t stop on my account,” you tell him, flirtatious words that sound strangely deadpan falling from your lips. “Lover’s Lake is big enough for the both of us.”

Eddie squints into the darkness, dark eyes flitting across the water. “You’re alone?” he concludes after a few moments.

“Usually…” you hum, lifting a naked shoulder in a lazy shrug. “…Are you?”

“Usually.”

“Want some company?” you offer, still strikingly monotoned. The strange boy with the wild hair and pale legs stammers for a response. You tilt your chin to your chest and look cautiously at him through your lashes. “…Or should I go?”

“No!” Eddie blurts, then clears his throat with a red face. Quieter, he adds, “No, it’s not that. You don’t have to go.”

A smile quirks at the edges of your lips. So faint Eddie can hardly tell it’s there. But still, it sparkles in your eyes like the moonlight does. “Just act like I’m not here,” you lilt, disappearing back into the water before Eddie can blink.

He’s not so sure how possible that is, but he gets into the water with you, anyway.

The fall season has turned the lake into silk. It’s cool and soft against his burning skin as he slowly submerges himself within its void. Eddie’s wide, attentive eyes never leave the water as he searches for your body beneath it. He follows the faint, silver ripples until they disappear completely — until he starts to worry if you’ll ever come back up again — until he starts to convince himself you were never there at all.

There’s a loud and sudden splash before him. He blinks, and your face is inches away from his own. An almost uncomfortable proximity between two strangers. “Jesus!” Eddie blurts, flailing awkwardly in fear.

“Did I scare you?” you squint, like it wasn’t totally obvious.

The boy exhales a wavering breath. “Yeah… Yeah, a little bit.”

“Sorry. Won’t happen again,” you promise with a faint smirk that tells him otherwise, as you swim slightly back from the boy ahead of you. The dark waves rise and valley at your bare chest. Eddie’s boyish mind immediately wonders exactly how bare you are underneath them.

“Actually, it might,” you continue. “But it’ll be an accident… Probably.”

Eddie struggles to tell if you’re joking or not — if you’re playing games with him, or if you’re just too aloof to know what you’re doing to him.

“You’re a strange… strange person,” he tells you, a half-compliment and a half-something-else, as the words tumble from his lips before he can think about them. His chocolate eyes narrow into thin slits at you. “Did you know that?”

The question’s mostly rhetorical, but you nod rapidly in response anyway.

“It’s ‘cause I’m not a person,” you confess, eyes wide and glittering with sincerity. “I’m a mermaid trapped in human form.”

“Aren’t mermaids already half-human?”

A contented noise sounds in your throat.

“Hm… Guess I’m already halfway there, then.”

Eddie forgets to respond, and the conversation lulls. It makes the rest of the world seem terribly loud. Wind whistles through trees. Frogs croak in the tall grass. Water sloshes softly around your bodies. He gets lost in the serenity surrounding him and drowns in the chaos in your eyes.

“You have a staring problem,” you blurt. “Did you know that?”

The boy blinks rapidly to clear the haze from his glazed-over eyes. “Sorry. Sorry, I’m just—” Eddie clears his throat and shakes his head, hair damp at the edges and sticking to his freckled shoulders. “I’m just trying to figure out if you’re real, or if I just… made you up in my head or something?”

Something about that seems to please you.

A mischievous smirk pulls slowly at the edges of your mouth — into a smile brighter than Eddie thought you were capable of. You float towards him with little effort, like two distant planets now threatening to collide. He doesn’t realize how close you are until your breath fans warm across his jaw.

“How’s this for real?” you hum quietly, leaning in like you plan to kiss him.

Eddie’s stunned still. He forgets how to breathe as his heavy eyes fall to your lips. He moves closer to you on instinct, mouth gravitating to yours despite himself — like you’re some kinda siren controlling his mind with a song he’s too far gone to hear.

Through the mist in his vision, he watches your mouth curl into a cheeky half-smirk. You look on at him, at this puddle of a boy, like you’ve got him in the palm of your hand.

“You are a strange… strange boy, Eddie Munson,” you hum quietly.

Eddie shakes his head as he descends (face-plants, more like) back into reality. The water ripples faintly around you as you swim away from him. He stammers for words while you head back towards the bank. “Wait— How— How do you know my name?” the boy gapes.

Your body ascends from the silver lake, naked as the day you were born, and shining beneath the full moon.

Water drips from your skin like diamonds as you crouch to grab your clothes, lying in a discarded pile beside the dock. The sight of your bare ass would make Eddie implode if he wasn’t already reeling.

“Sorry!” you call to him over your shoulder, with your all-black clothes balled at your chest. “Can’t hear you all the way over there!”

You never cease your stride back towards the pitch-black treeline. Eddie shouts at the back of you anyway, “How do you know my name?!”

He never gets an answer.

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hedwig221b · 7 days ago

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hiii, hope you're doing amazing!!! firstly, I wanna say how much I love and enjoy your writing, you have such a captivating way with words.

that being said, I was wondering if you have any fic recs of Derek being all soft and vulnerable and Stiles taking care of him; whether he's just holding him while they sleep or when they are *sleeping* together. also like... Stiles calling Derek beautiful, pretty, gorgeous, breathtaking, etc.

anything but hot or sexy, I feel like even tho a lot of fics when describing Derek use a lot of adjectives, they also add hot or sexy and I don't mind... I just want to read some fluff where Stiles calls him pretty and Derek does not expect that because ppl usually call him hot.

anyways, hope its not too much to ask, please and thank u. hope you're having a great day!!

I do have a soft Derek fic rec list here, also check out these fics:

once in a half moon by pineneedlepants

There are some hurts that Derek can very easily hide from everyone around him, despite the tiny hints in his body language that clearly show his weaknesses. And then there are times that the trigger is so plainly on sight that it would only take an idiot to not notice how very not okay Derek is with the proceedings. Namely, punching Scott in the face.

Summer heat by pineneedlepants

Derek's lazy summer day ends in a wolfsbane poisoning and a heat stroke. Only half of that is Scott's fault.

If nothing scares you about me and you by RurouniHime

“Where do you think you are?” Stiles asks, carefully. He still hasn’t moved. Derek searches for his heartbeat as his mother has been teaching him and finds it easily: a steady lub-dub, lub-dub, lub-dub. Derek looks around. Dressers and a closet door and bookcases. He’s never been in this room. “Smells like home,” he says anyway, cautious, and Stiles’ smile softens. “Okay. Okay, that’s great.”

The Whole Truth by MadcapRomantic

Derek gets hit with a curse that causes him to only be able to tell the truth. The rest of the pack thinks it's hilarious, but Stiles sees the way it starts to eat away at Derek, and he can't help but intervene.

Comfort Object by grimmypuff

Derek gets sick. Stiles nurses/nags him back to health with a few tried and true methods. "Promise you'll respect the blanket, Derek, and I'll take it out." "I will not promise to respect a blanket." "It can hear you!" Stiles whisper-screamed. "Think twice, Derek. That's all I'm saying." He stared at Stiles, his face completely blank. "You're scaring me a little, I won't lie." "Promise me," Stiles repeated. "Oh my God," Derek groaned. "Fine! Just show me!"

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#sterek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #sterek fic #sterek fanfic #sterek fic rec #stiles x derek #anon asks #hedwig221b replies #derek x stiles #sterek fanfiction

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evieelyzabethh · 7 months ago

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a college!jayce oneshot would be sooo goood. I love the way u write and the details u add! angsty,fluff,smut i dont mind. Just anything is fine with me 🤞🤞

be warned, this is incredibly self indulgent because I just finished my exams and desperately need to get dicked down by my slightly pervy husband...anyway

collegeau!Jayce is usually the one requesting the rewards for his "hard work", but being the kind, perceptive boyfriend, he has known exactly what you need in these very trying times. When he realized he couldn't talk you down from your all-nighters, he stayed up with you, mini fridge stocked with energy drinks and his coffee machine on stand-by when you got tired of the cold drinks. He's there with you for your hours long library visits, biding his time by making you good luck origami cranes or listening to you teach him the concepts you're studying for practice. If you need silence, he quieter than a mouse, if you need someone to talk to, he's all ears.

By the time his finals are done, yours aren't. There must some cruel force in the universe that mandated not only exams, but papers, projects, and presentations all be placed into your lap with rather constricting due dates and very short turn-around periods. The struggle was manageable enough when you were both going through it, but now that he's reached the end of the tunnel alone, he misses his girlfriend. Now, he sees you eating sleep for dinner and nearly going cross-eyed from the countless hours you've spent going back and forth between your textbook, your laptop, and your notes.

Any word he'd say would be hypocritical. To try and convince you to take it easy and come back to bed would be hilariously insincere considering that the trenches look identical for the both of you. But now his head is clearer, and he's forced to watch your increasingly slouchy posture and hope your poor heart can stomach the insane amounts of caffeine you've ingested in such a short period of time.

Eventually, all the papers have been turned in and he's waiting anxiously for you outside of the lecture hall where your final final just took place, and you look alive for the first time in weeks, but you're still a bit sluggish. Ain't shit funny til those grades populate, so you find it within yourself to smile but there's still a fragile week ahead of you when you really could cry at any given moment if pushed hard enough.

This just won't do, though!!! collegeau!Jayce believes he has thoroughly failed as a boyfriend as he watches you, sprawled out on his bed, some show mindlessly droning on in the background, continuously refreshing your email and course page. So much so, that he plucks the phone right from his hands and throws it into one of his messy drawers. And you try to grab it, though not making it very far as his long strides catch up to you rather quickly and your being hoisted over his shoulders and thrown back onto his bed, exactly where you belong.

See, besides the obvious torture of watching you torture yourself; Jayce has not gotten off in weeks; he would feel guilty if he wasn't able to be there for you because he's too busy jerking off in the bathroom while you're hard at work. So, he was being the good boyfriend, the one who's pleasure is completely derived from your own and he can't even try to make himself feel good if you aren't. But now, the hard times have passed, and he cannot fathom holding off any longer than he already has.

"Jayce-" And thank fuck you decided to wear a skirt today because if he had to fiddle with jeans, he would've lost his damn mind. "Jay, get off." He looks up at you with the biggest, brownest puppy dog eyes you ever did see, hands held where you could see them. "You really want me to stop?" No, of course you don't. "I wanna see if my grades been posted." He rolls his eyes so deeply you'd think he was searching the very wrinkles of his brain for a fuck to give.

His large hands move over your thighs, hypnotizingly playing with the hem of your skirt, the crotch of your terribly thin panties, rubbing his thumb what he's really been craving for the worst part of these past two weeks. "I really don't care." If he weren't so impatient, he would've been smoother. Maybe kissed you until your head got all fuzzy, gave more attention to your tits, maybe he would've bothered to actually remove any of your clothing.

collegeau!Jayce who is just so messy and couldn't be paid to give a shit as he's eating you out through your panties. It catches you by surprise, the voracious way he plunges in, nose knocking at your clothed entrance as he licks and sucks at the growing wet spot forming. You grab at his hair, which only grows his already painfully hard erection. "Ngh.", is all that comes from his mouth. It was initially meant to be some sort of plea, pull it harder, please, but for his request to be heard, he would've had to pull away. He would rather die than do that before you gushed over his tongue.

He's making out with it, aggressive with the way he pushes himself further and further into you and his canines nick at the fabric until it inevitably tears right through. Both of your moan's echo around his walls along with the squeaking of the bed with the sheer force that he ruts his hips into it. "Sometimes, I really think you hate me." The accusation vibrates straight through your pussy, making your body shake before the words even hit your ears. "No -ah, fuck, I don't." He nods into you. "Only explanation for denying me heaven."

collegeau!Jayce who is a munch before all else, his fingers leaving prints on your thighs that are already wrapped tightly around his head, his other hand pressing down on your waist. You had this annoying habit of squirming away from him, cries about it being too much falling on deaf ears. He is a firm believer there is no such thing as too much of a good thing, only people who don't believe they deserve the abundance of good coming to them.

Jayce is that abundance, sucking on your clit until it becomes too much and you shake in his strong hands, your hips fighting against his calm hands that try to rub soothing circles into your skin. "Quit running from it, baby. Jus' want you to feel better. Don't you wanna feel good? Hm?"And the tears eventually start flowing. Your just overwhelmed, you haven't had your brain properly shut off in months. "Jay, too much." But he's not done yet, instead, he tries to indicate through touch what he would whisper in your ear. You can take it. You deserve a little treat, a nice reward. His pretty girl just needs to be loosened up, just needs to think a little less, and as the best boyfriend in the world, he's going to make that happen.

#arcane #arcane x reader #jayce arcane #jayce x reader #arcane fanfic #arcane x you #eviesmadness🪻#jayce smut #arcane smut

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trashy-reaper · 8 days ago

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Hello!! Just saw ur post so I decided to send an request (bc I'm bored)

And for the requested can u do forsaken survivors x reader thats like reisen from touhou project

And if u don't know who is reisen u should search it up btw

And thats all and don't rush writing on that just take ur time writing and if don't want to write it thats ok ☁️☁️

Hello hello, I hope I got Reisens personality and such well, did my best. I found out there's 2 characters called that apparently? But I did the one who showed up first, feel free to request again if it was the other one. Thanks for the request!!

Characters may be OOC as I am kinda new to the Forsaken fandom + this would be my first time writting for it but I hope I do them justice! If I get any info wrong, typos/mistakes in writing ect, correct me!! I don't mind :) (Just be kind as I probably didn't know </3)

(Written with romantic in mind but this can be read as either platonic or romantic)

Not Proof Read

Noob

They were a bit curious about you when you first showed up. Their attention was quick to float to your ears. Though they wouldn't dare ask to pet them. They figured it would probably be well...not ideal. To be honest, they were a bit shy to talk to you, not that you were scary or even that they fell in love at first sight, they just aren't used to meeting new people after enduring the Spectres "Game" for so long. He feels like they lost their ability to communicate with more people outside of the other survivors.

Your first true "meeting" may be the first round you started in, the abilities you seemed to have were more supportive. Being able to heal them and stunning the enemy. It was all very helpful and they experienced it first hand when you were quick to their rescue, healing them before stunning the killer to let them get away. Despite your short time here you were able to get the hand of your abilities.

They don't mind your acting differently, I feel they'd catch on it's usually based on what's happening. They'd ask once or twice about how you truly act underneath everything but is completely understanding if you don't want to. They want you to be comfortable as he knows the circumstances right now are...less than ideal. They're patient with you, especially when they finds out you don't easily get along with humans as you came from somewhere else. They'll give you time though, they try to get you to be more comfortable as who knows how long it'll take before you can escape?

Guest 1337

A bit on edge, not that he thinks you're a killer, there's a reason why the Spectre put you with them after all, but you don't seem to get along with most of the survivors, not only that but how you act seems different sometimes, he does notice it'll change depending on the situation and/or who you're talking too but he wants to know the true you. He won't pry if you don't want him too but he'll keep an eye on you just encase.

Your abilities in rounds is incredibly useful, if or when the two of you ever team up to help another survivor both of your stuns help them get away, and being able to heal him and others is always a plus. As time goes on and you slowly seem to get more and more along with others, the more rounds the two of you spend with each other the more he lowers his guard around you. The less on edge he is with you.

He wants to build trust with all the survivors, and as cheesy as it may be, if they ever want to escape, teamwork will be their best option which is why he was a bit cautious when he noticed your initial attitude to the others and how differently you acted, it seemed as though you didn't trust them yet either, but with how long you've been here he's figured that's changed.

Chance

Didn't meet you until the start of the new round, he'd racked up a high stack weakness and was sure he was a goner, the killer hot on his trail until you showed up quickly stunning the enemy. Grabbing his hand and running off before the stun cooldown was over. You had brought him over to Elliot and with 2 healers now on his side he was able to gain back the HP he had lost.

He finds you quite amazing, tries chatting with you outside of rounds, asking about you. He did notice your hesitation which he later found out was because you weren't from Robloxia. That didn't stop him from trying to talk to you, you were stuck with them after all. Besides, seeing you help them and other survivors in rounds? You're not a bad person, you just need time.

If or when you two become closer friends they promise you that if or when you escape he'll take you to his favourite places. If this was your first time on Earth, then that's not a good impression. He'll show you how it's really like if you'd let him.

Two Time

They're so excited to meet you, it's been awhile since they had a new survivor with them. They're quick to try and tell you about the Spawn but can't continue as the round starts. They'll make sure to inform you when you're out.

You two make a good team they reckon, your stuns allow them to preform back stabs better. As long as they stick by your side they'll be able to land each one and they can't help but thank you each time. Expect them to follow you around if they know a killer is near, it'll benefit the both of you they promise!!

They don't mind how you seem to switch up how you act, they can quickly see it's just you adapting to what's happening and honestly? They kind admire that, plus you're listening to them whenever they ramble. Whether or not if it's even about the Spawn so you're good in their books for now. They'll be honoured if you showed your true colours to them.

007n7

"Not another one..." was all he thought when you came into the cabin, he's not annoyed by your presence, far from it. He almost feels calmer when you're around but his annoyance is directed at the very thing making them do these games. There didn't need to be another survivor, there wasn't a need to bring someone into this damn hell again. He pushes that aside and helps you settle in the best he can.

He does his best to explain everything to you, and he isn't fazed by how you act, he's patient with you as you learn to be more comfortable around them. He knows it's hard to settle in and he'd hate if the other survivors disliked you in anyway, he truly hopes what he does is helping you.

Before rounds, he lets you know that one of his kids is a killer. Calmly explaining why, he figured the more you knew about the killers the better, perhaps you can help plan strategies so no more deaths happen. If the killer is C00lkid he'll try to draw his attention away from you if you're on low health. He'll be in danger sure but it'll be better to have healers live, plus he has get a ways.

Elliot

Oh he could cry tears of joy. Finally another healer. He didn't need to be the only one to hear the barks of others as they run low on HP and scrambles to find them. Another healer also means you'll be able to heal each other if neither of you can find a medkit or one of Buildermans machines. He works with you during rounds, as soon as he sees you loose health he's quick to throw you a pizza if he can.

Outside of rounds though he's still kind but finding out you dislike humans due to not being from Earth he decides to back off a bit. He'd rather not make you feel uncomfortable, especially since he may be relying on you for heals. He does not want a bad relationship with you and you not healing him. Not that you would probably but he's just making sure.

If you help out in the kitchen when he cooks food for the other survivors in-between rounds he'll be grateful, you'll be one of the people he trusts the most even if it takes you a bit longer to do the same. He'll never pry when he notices how differently you act depending on what happens, unless it seems to be negatively affecting other people.

Taph

He shows you their traps first, yes quite the introduction to someone but he doesn't want you to be surprised when he uses them or if you see it. He writes on paper and hands it over unsure if you really knew sign but this would be the best way. He explains what his things can do and apologies for the loud sounds his bombs will create. Sure the blast somehow doesn't affect the other survivors, but you have big ears!! You'll hear the explosion better than anyone if you're near (unless your the killer setting it off but it'll still be loud!), he doesn't want to hurt your ears but he can't help the sound of the bombs.

If you're willing he's happy to teach you sign so the two of you can communicate better, probably the quickest to notice how well you adapt how you act depending on the situation and it can help. You were able to calm down Noob once when it was just yourself and him at low HP when in the previous round you were actively looking for Elliot so he could heal you. He does recommend to let down any walls you have with them when you're ready. You're not alone, you're in this together.

Builderman

I feel like he knows who you are already, or at the very least knows you're not from Robloxia. Likely because of well...of his position, similar to Taph he tells you how his abilities work alongside others. He doesn't want you to go head in and be confused by everything you're doing and what others are doing. He even gives you tips on how to survive. Pick up bloxy colas, medkits. The killers have a theme when they're near so keep an ear out but he figured you'll probably won't have a problem with that being a rabbit hyrbid.

He's so thankful when you stun a killer as he's putting up another machine, he can't stop himself once he starts building leaving him vulnerable to attacks so having you save him and multiple occasions makes him smile. He doesn't care for how quickly you adapt how you act depending, not that he isn't aware or things like that but he isn't going to question it. That's how you are after all.

Shedlesky

He's happy to have another one honestly, not in the sense that he enjoys the games he's playing (plus one of the killers has a personal vendetta against him so...) but god has he been deprived of all other human interaction...well okay you said you weren't a human (which he did know, similar reason to Builderman) and you were a moon rabbit of sorts but honestly? You're able to have a conversation with him right? It's a new face he's content with that.

Has once tried to get you, Guest 1337 and Two Time to all well...bully the killer with constant stuns, it worked the first few times (Mainly as the each round had a different killer) but they eventually caught on. It was fun while it lasted. If you apologise for seeming like you dislike them he'll understand, he found out you weren't even from their planet so it makes sense to him, he figured it would be hard to fully adapt to them anyways AND their situation.

Dusekkar

He calls out how you act towards them and how quickly you adapt in situations as soon as he can. Okay he doesn't call it out but he's quick to realise and question it in private. Not that it was a bad thing, many people change how they act depending on their friends and what's happening, plus you weren't from here. He understands but he still wants a small conversation about it. He doesn't stop you if you continue acting that way but subtly recommend that they mean no harm and outside of rounds you can act like yourself. No one will judge, and if someone does? Well he'll scold them don't worry.

Just like Builderman and Shedlesky he knew rather quickly you weren't from Robloxia but he doesn't care, though it does make him think about how willing the Spectre is to take people not even from their planets. Could they take others from different universes too? What fun do they got out of this. He doesn't let the thoughts fester too much, focusing on making sure you're settling in well.

I hope this was okay </3 Thank you again for the request!!

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weneeya · 4 months ago

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Hellooooo, love the way you characterize zanka!!! It's really nice to see someone writing about gachiakuta <3 I was wondering if you could write about Zanka having a crush on medic!reader but they are 3 years older than him and he always tries to act mature to impress them and all, and everyone thinks it's so cute how he always follows them like a lost puppy. You can completely ignore this if it makes you feel uncomfortable!!

as cool as you m.list | rules

pairing. zanka x reader

note. hiii! thank u sm for ur kind words it makes me so happy to know people love my zanka (i love him sm i'm glad to do him honor) i love ur idea sm?? i can imagine him always trying to act cool and all, i hope you'll like what i did <3

Saying that Zanka wanted to impress you was an euphemism. The boy had always been the type of person who wanted to look cool in front of the people he admired, and you were no exception to this rule. In fact, it seemed to be even worse with you than with anyone else. Perhaps it was because of the crush he never wanted to admit out loud, or because you were older than him, but Zanka needed you to recognize him as a man. A cool one.

You were a medic, which meant you stayed at the HQ most of the time. Zanka wished you were coming to missions with him ; it was the best way to show you how great he was. Each time he came back from a mission without being hurt, he almost immediately rushed to where you were so he could tell you about it.

Not that he would admit it, though. He always played it cool in front of you. He acted like it was a coincidence that you both met every time he came back. And as you were always asking him about how it had been going, he could tell you all the things he had done. The truth was that you were well aware that Zanka loved to tell you about his stories, so it was all too natural for you to just ask him about it.

Today was no different. He came back from a pretty long mission with Enjin, Rudo and Gris. The engine didn’t even have the time to stop when Zanka was already getting out of the car. He glanced around, noticing you getting out of the building with Riyo to welcome the team. He immediately shifted his position to a more natural one, clearing his throat as you walked towards him with your usual sweet smile.

Enjin and Gris were getting out of the car too, followed by Rudo who didn't understand Zanka’s weird behavior. He looked at him with a lost expression as he began to explain what happened during the mission. Enjin and Gris were on each side of Rudo, the first man chuckling at Zanka’s behavior.

“He’s trying to impress them,” explained Gris when he noticed the confused look on Rudo’s face. The boy looked up at the driver. Slowly, the words registered in his mind until he opened his eyes wide, looking back at you and Zanka. Oh. Everything made a lot more sense now. Enjin was still laughing at Zanka who was too busy focusing on you to even care.

And as always, you began to sing praises about Zanka and how good of a fighter he was. The light blush on the tip of his ears didn’t go unnoticed, but you made no remarks about it ; making him uncomfortable was the last of your wishes. You still asked him to follow you to the infirmary so you could check if he was really completely okay. And so he did.

You had your back turned at him, searching for some stuff in a closet while he was sitting on a chair not far behind. His eyes seemed unable to look away from you. You were so perfect, he couldn’t understand how it was even possible. You were the best medic out there, he was sure of it, and you were also the sweetest person he ever met in his whole life.

Always taking care of everyone, making sure everyone was good and heard. Zanka was beginning to think that you might be an angel sent as a gift on this rotten planet. What else could it be? He secretly hoped that you were thinking he was as cool as you were, or at least not so far behind.

When you turned around slowly, he looked away from you, acting like he wasn’t completely staring at you the whole time. He was a good actor, or at least he thought he was. He didn’t care what the others thought anyway. If he was someone cool in your eyes, it was more than enough. You walked closer, starting to examine him as you kept asking him about the mission for a moment. Until the silence slowly fell.

It wasn’t uncomfortable. He loved the silence, especially with you. You had a soft aura around you that made his whole being relax. “You know,” you began to say, and his eyes immediately focused back on you, all his attention directed at your voice. “I really think you’re great. I saw you with Rudo, I’m sure you’re helping him a lot.”

He felt his heart skipping a beat at your words, and he wanted to scream into a pillow ; but he kept his usual cool demeanor. Well, maybe not as cool as usual, but still. Your words had hit him differently. It always did when you were praising him, but hearing you say he was good with others too made him grow wings.

It might be sweet nothings to you, but in his mind, it meant the world. Knowing you recognized him this much could have driven him mad. He smiled slightly when he met your eyes, shrugging his shoulders like it was nothing. “I’m doing what I can,” he said, and it made you chuckle softly. The sound felt like a sweet melody to his ears, one he could never get tired of.

“As always,” you replied. You weren’t blind, and you were more than aware that Zanka wanted to impress you. Everyone knew it, but you were the only one to play along. You knew it made him happy to hear your praises about him, and you loved to praise him anyway. He deserved it, and you would never grow tired of it.

Perhaps you were more than just impressed by him, but things were good this way, and you didn’t want to take the risk of ruining anything ; just like him. You both thought it was nice to stay like this, at least for a little longer.

thank you <3

#gachiakuta #gachiakuta x reader #gachiakuta x you #gachiakuta zanka #zanka nijik #zanka x reader #zanka headcanons

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grahamzcracker · 2 months ago

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˙✧˖° 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 4 𝐮

i only threw this party for you

▸ party 4 u - charli xcx

travis martinez x popular taylor!reader

— after months of crushing on travis, you come up with a plan - throw a party, invite some people from school, but more importantly : invite travis.

w.c : 820 / c.w : fem!reader, drinking, loser!travis / request status : open !

being jackie taylor's sister had its perks — after following in her footsteps like your parents expected, you were nearly as popular as her. you could have anyone you want, yet you want your coach's oldest, loner of a son. travis martinez.

you see him around school sometimes, he's rather quiet and often sticks to himself, but you're drawn to him nonetheless. you see him occasionally during soccer practice waiting for his dad, either listening to music or sitting up in the bleachers. sometimes when you'd take a glance at him, you'd notice him looking at you as well, but you two never spoke.

after months of crushing on him, you come up with a plan — throw a party, invite tons of people, but more importantly : invite travis. you didn't give a shit about anyone else you invited, you just wanted an opportunity to talk to travis alone.

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the following day at school, you approached travis at his locker before lunch.

"hey, travis, i'm having this party tonight at my house tonight and was wondering if you'd mayhe want to come?

"sorry—what?" he asked with a blink, dumbfounded. were you actually talking to him right now?

"i'm having a party at my place tonight, i'd like it if you came." you smiled, before heading to your next class without giving him a chance to respond.

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now, on the day of the party, you were more nervous than ever. music was blaring throughout the house, a lot more people had showed up than you were expecting — jackie more than likely invited people she knew as well — and now your house was crowded with sweaty, tipsy teenagers.

after searching the crowd, you find travis in the corner of your living room, sipping from a red solo cup. you take a deep breath before approaching him with your own drink in hand.

"travis, hey!" you exclaim.

"oh, hey... cool party." he replied, fiddling with the edge of his shirt as he gave you a quick smile.

"yeah? i'm surprised you came, figured it wasn't really your scene."

"it's not, really... figured i could try something new, for once, though."

"well, i'm glad you came." you smiled warmly, the two of you falling into a comfortable, yet slightly awkward silence, before you spoke up again. "wanna get out of here? we can take a walk outside or something, and i could get you a beer, if you want?"

he just looked at you for a moment, then gave a slight nod. "yeah, sure. sounds nice."

you lead him out of the living room and he lingered by as you stepped into the overpopulated kitchen, grabbing two cans of beer out of the fridge, then the two of you exited the house.

you fell into step side-by-side on the sidewalk, popping open your cans of beer.

"how come you hardly hang out with anyone?" you ask him after a beat of silence.

"i don’t know, it’s kind of always been that way for me. i don’t care either way, i’m perfectly fine the way i am.”

“i get that — i just feel like it gets lonely sometimes.”

“sometimes, i guess. it’s not like i’m completely alone, though. i’ve always got javi, and, like… my few acquaintances at school. plus, dad’s always dragging me along to whatever events the team has going on, so i guess i have you guys too? i don’t know, that doesn’t really count. you’re the only one of the girls i’ve actually talked to.”

“damn, you really need to socialize more. and… yeah, you do have me, even if we don’t talk.”

“thanks.” he replied, taking a sip of his beer, then : “you know, i’ve never even been to a school dance.” he chuckled. “always figured they were no fun.”

“seriously? okay, we have got to fix that. prom’s coming up soon, isn’t it? maybe we can go together.”

he nearly choked on his drink at that — were you seriously asking him to go to prom with you?

noticing his flushed expression, you quickly added : “it doesn’t have to be a date or anything, just… as friends? it’s our senior year, you should experience at least one dance.”

“no, no—a date is fine, i just wasn’t… expecting that. i’ve always kind of thought you looked nice, i just never thought in a million years that you’d notice me, if that makes sense.“

“it does. i’ve actually had a crush on you for a while now, if i’m being honest.”

“what, really? me?” he asked, genuinely surprised.

“yeah, you. you’re… weirdly intriguing. plus, i’ve always thought you were cute.”

“…thanks,” he muttered, “you’re not so bad yourself.” he added, trying to play it cool.

“why, thank you. so, it’s a date then? prom?”

“yeah. it’s a date.” he smiled faintly.

and with that, the two of you continued walking through the neighborhood, drinking and chatting away throughout the night.

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a/n: made this into a bot — 🔗

also,, part 2 with prom ????

#ෆ - grahams writing - ෆ #yellowjackets x reader #yellowjackets #travis martinez #travis martinez x reader

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pookietv · 2 months ago

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lost in translation (part three) | george clarke

hiya!!! i introduce part three :P

I HOPE U ENJOY!!! i'm lowkey liking writing the tension... (even though i've always been a fluff girlie)

the days that followed left you in a limbo. you didn't think that you could be so caught up on this a couple days after the fact, but here you were. the concern george had shown you seemed something so usual, normal between friends, but it had become a lingering anomaly that you couldn't figure out. the exchange had replayed in your head, like a search for any hidden meanings as if george was some encrypted puzzle you just had to figure out.

three nights after the pub incident, chris had texted you asking if you wanted to go round to his house - him and 'the boys' (who you naturally assumed was both arthurs, bach and george) were going to watch a movie. it was a semi-regular occurrence, everyone cramming into their flat to watch whatever film had been on people's mind, a comfortable ritual of showing up and bringing snacks, and ultimately not being left to be bored in your own flat.

you had borrowed a book from chris - he was into his sci-fi and insisted that this was the best book you would ever read, and you had to borrow it. sci-fi wasn't ultimately your thing, but his passion for it made you give it a go nonetheless. you decided you'd show up a little early, mainly to talk about the book (which was pretty good, but not the best thing you'd ever read) and give it back to him - which is what led you to texting chris to say you were outside the door.

a few minutes later, the door swung open and chris grinned at you, "early for movie night?" he joked, and you showed the book you were wielding.

"thought i'd give some time for you to yap my ear off about theories about this book," you joked back, and you watched his eyes crinkle in excitement, closing the door behind you as you followed him into the front room, which was unusually quiet, with no TV on, no familiar chaos of one of the other flatmates there. you just assumed arthur and george were in their rooms.

"so, i mean the ending of the roles being reversed and he was actually the bad guy? i thought it was obvious at first, but i watched a video essay and it was talking about how it could actually have been that he got switched - you know when we assumed he returned as himself?" chris yapped on, before stopping for a second as he walked to the kitchen, "want a cuppa?" he offered.

you smiled and nodded, "yeah, that'd be lovely, thanks," you replied, "i'm actually gonna quickly pop to the toilet."

chris made a noise of acknowledgement, and you turned to walk down the hallway to the bathroom, when you heard voices coming from arthur's room, the door open a crack. you went to walk past, until you heard the familiar tone of george's voice.

god, you wished you weren't such a nosy bastard. but you were, so there you stood in the hallway, trying to gauge the voices.

"it's... it's been bloody awful, mate," you heard him complain, voice thick with frustration that was usually saved for when he made an idiot of himself when filming or lost a game of call of duty, "i know it's not been fair, but i just, didn't know how the fuck else to deal with it,"

you heard a murmur of arthur's voice in response, "deal with what?"

a knot of curiosity and unease tightened in your stomach, and you wished you had the willpower to pull away.

but almost instinctively frozen, you just couldn't.

george's voice cut through the quiet again, and you could feel yourself holding your breath, as if at any moment your lungs may betray you.

"i pulled away, i was so cold and distant, i... you know, i started to get- like, proper feelings, arthur. it completely freaked me out, i just-"

as george continued talking, you felt the voice blur for a moment as the feeling of your heart slamming against your ribs became the focal point. the revelation felt thick in the air, as you heard arthur's murmured response again, and a groan from george.

"we got on, and that was great... and it was so easy, we could just talk all the time and we clicked, and she liked my stupid jokes, and she made stupid jokes back, and all i could think about was... being more than mates, and it made me really nervous - i would just overthink all our interactions, i didn't want her to feel uncomfortable or hate me but that's... exactly what happened, so..."

you couldn't stomach listening to anymore, pacing yourself to the bathroom and quickly closing the door behind you, snippets of any interactions you or george had replaying in your head. was it you, he was talking about?

a painful clarity washed over you, thinking back to the comfort of gravitating to george in social situations and the disappointment you felt when he distanced from you, and it all clicked into place in one sick joke. you'd been so focused on how much you thought he hated you, from you that you'd never really considered how you felt towards him, the distance playing as some all too easily placed shield.

you allowed yourself a glance in the mirror, running your fingers through the cold water of the tap in hopes it would at least repress some of the swirl of emotion. being annoyed at him had come easily, but why? 'cause it was easier than accepting the alternate truth?

how stupidly could you have both read the situation?

looking at yourself in the mirror again, you were met with clumsily pink cheeks, and you willed yourself to be composed, hoping chris wouldn't think you were a total freak, with how long you had been gone.

when you emerged from their bathroom, you walked as quickly through the corridor as you could, being greeted by chris and two mugs - a lord of the rings one, and a wallace and gromit one. the nerdiness of them did make a smile crack on your face.

"you all good? you were gone a bit," he asked politely, as you sat down on the sofa, and he followed suit, placing the mugs on the coffee table.

"yep, all good, just lost track of time staring at myself in the mirror, you know how it is," you responded back sarcastically, hoping to bat away any curiosity that chris may have of what took you so long.

you heard arthur's door creak open, and he walked into the front room, followed by george. arthur flopped himself down on the sofa, "didn't know you were here, y/n," he smiled at you, whilst you and george made awkward eye contact for a moment, before he busied himself with fiddling with the TV to turn it on.

it was like you could feel george's awareness of your presence, and the room felt slightly tense. the usual joking was strained as arthur spoke about something you, in all honesty, hadn't paid attention to. you let yourself join the conversation on autopilot, as you all waited for the other arthur to show up, so you could start the film (you had all settled on back to the future for a throwback.

after fifteen minutes or so of conversation, which became easier when george excused himself to the kitchen for a moment, arthur tv showed up. after greetings and brief conversation, george padded back into the room, picking up the remote and sitting himself on the comfy chair, with the rest of you on the sofa, you started the film.

you found yourself glancing to him more than you'd care to admit, small details that you supposed you had registered subconsciously but never paid enough detail to becoming more obvious. the slightly lighter part of his brow from his biking incident, which became a little more noticeable when his eyebrows raised and less so when they furrowed, or his hand went to touch his hair more than you realised.

the weight of the confession pressed down on you. he liked your stupid jokes,, he liked that you liked his stupid jokes, he thought about being more than mates, he'd pushed you away because he was scared.

all that you could think of as you watched doc and marty's astonishment at the flames beneath their feet was 'what now?'

were you supposed to pretend you didn't hear, keep up the awkward charade of pretending to hate one another?

or were you supposed to somehow acknowledge this elephant in the room that you know both know is there, but one of you thinks the other doesn't know?

once the credits rolled, the music fading into a comfortable silence, leaving you all in the glow of the screen.

a yawn escaped you as everyone else was relaxed into their seats, pulling phones out and small talking, and your eyes flicked over to george, the blueish light flattering him as he looked down at his phone screen.

"i should probably head home," you said softly, smiling at everyone, pushing yourself up from the sofa, despite how comfy you were.

"already?" chris asked, looking up from his phone, "we're probably going to chill in here for a while, stick something else on if you wanna stay?" he offered.

"honestly, i'm knackered," you said gently, which wasn't exactly a lie. you were tired, and confused, and dying for your bed. you needed to untangle the knot of guilt from eavesdropping, and confusion from what you heard.

arthur hill pushed himself off the sofa, "i'll walk you to the door," he said with a smile, and you nodded, saying goodbye to everyone, a small frown on your face as george barely lifts his head, just a small nod to acknowledge you leaving.

as you got to the door, you felt a slight tap on your shoulder, "you okay? been a little quiet tonight," he said, a reassuring smile on his face, voice low and thoughtful, as if he just knew something was wrong.

"uh huh, like i said, just tired," you weakly smiled back, giving him a hug goodbye. you wondered what else george had admitted to arthur, what knowledge on your situation that he had known and for how long. you didn't blame him, it was the most arthur thing to do - to keep secrets for his friends.

once you left the apartment block, the cool london air hitting your face allowing you a slight armistice of the thoughts in your head, until you heard your phone buzz.

the contact name, george ;), which he chose for himself what felt like years ago was a shock to the system.

it read:

"hey, i don't mean to be a bother, but if you're free tomorrow, maybe we should talk?"

#george clarkey x reader #george clarke x reader #george clarke #georgeclarkey fic #georgeclarke fic #georgeclarkey x reader #georgeclarke x reader #george clarkey

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starlighthosh · 2 months ago

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wonwoo getting jealous or insecure because of actress reader (s/o) having intimate scenes with co-star?

Honestly if you wanna write about this (thx hehehehe) feel free to do what u want with it. Smut, suggestive, fluff or lil bit of angst… surprise me :))

Oh. My. Gosh. This was soo much fun to write and I loved the idea. Thank you🫶🏻 Hope you enjoy!

Own up to it - j.ww

extra warning: smut, MDNI, dom!wonwoo, lowkey possessive, jealous/angry sex, unprotected sex (🤨), degradation, passing out, fluff at the end with a hint of angst

You were kinda nervous about tonight. You starred in a new show as the female lead and tonight a new episode was going to be released. Your boyfriend already texted you, that he will come by after practice to watch it with you. Nothing wrong with that.

But tonights episode had a little.. well, not so child-friendly scene. There have been kissing scenes before. Wonwoo told you that it was no problem for him, before you started dating. And you’ve always been honest with him, so there was nothing to worry about, right?

You hid this scene from him though, scared of how he might react, and you swore him that a scene that intimate will never happen. Wonwoo hated secret and lies, plus you were having fake sex with another man. Yeah, be prepared for the biggest fight of your relationship.

The doorbell rang. You opened the door for your boyfriend, happily greeting you with a tight hug and a forehead kiss. “I brought some snacks” he smirked, holding the bag in front of your face. “You’re truly the best” you acknowledged, letting him inside your apartment.

He let himself fall down onto the couch, while you placed the snacks on the table in front of the couch. “Today’s practice was really exhausting. We learned a new choreo. I’m telling you, they get harder with every new comeback. Also Dk and Hoshi…” he started to ramble about his day.

You loved how talk active he became with you, looking at him in awe, giving the right reactions to the right time. “You must be tired” you babied him. “I am, but we still have plans, remember? Your new episode came out” he cheered. You tried to cheer with him, giving him your best fake smile, but you really didn’t wanted to watch that episode.

He put on the tv, searching for the show and clicking on the newest episode. Gently, he pulled you to lay on his chest, his arms safely surrounding you. The feeling of you in his arms never gets old. You forgot about the scene, just enjoying his comforting presence.

Until you saw a familiar scene. You snapped your head up. Wonwoo looking at you with a concern. “Are you okay?” he asked. “I’m fine, I just have to use the restroom real quick” you rushed to the bathroom. He confused looked after you, before turning his head back to the tv.

It has been 10 minutes since you hid in the bathroom, nervously walking around the room. Maybe it’s not as bad as you think it might be, you haven’t even seen the scene yourself. But well, from what you filmed, you could only hope that they cut out most of the parts.

You had to face your consequences, you were a bad girlfriend, hiding and lying to him about such important thing. Whatever expected you behind the door, you deserved it.

Cautiously you opened up the door, peaking your head through the gap. Your fake moans immediately hit your ear. Oh no. Step by step you tiptoed out of the bathroom.

Wonwoo was sitting on the couch, starring at the screen in front of him. Your almost completely naked body seen together with the one from your co-star.

Even though you didn’t saw his face, you knew that he was biting his inner cheeks right now, to get at least a little control of his emotions.

“You must’ve forgot about that part, when you told me about the shoot” he quietly said. “Or did you just decided to not tell me about it?” he now turned to you, your breath catching in your throat. You’ve never seen such an expression on him, full of anger and jealousy.

He got up, making his way to you, before stopping a few inches apart from you. You could feel his warm breath on your skin. The scene still played in the background. Did they really took every freaking scene in?

“You promised me, that only I would ever see your exposed body and hear your beautiful moans” he said, running his fingers through your hair. “But now you didn’t even bothered to tell me, that you broke that promise. I really had to find out this way” his voice was tense, anger boiling inside of him.

The next thing you knew was, that your face was pressed against the wall, Wonwoo hitting it from behind in a lighting speed. You cried out his name, weakly begging him to stop. Your mind wanted to have a fair conversation about it, but your body betrayed you. You just let him do whatever he wanted.

“Take it, you fucking slut. You deserve it” he hissed through gritted teeth. Your moans echoed through the room. “Do you like that? Do you like how my cock stretches you out?” he asked in a scoffing tone. You could only let out a whimper as a response. The power, he slammed into you with, making it hard to form any coherent words.

“You can be glad I still give it to you. I normally don’t fuck with liars, you know” Wonwoo fumed. You could feel your body giving out, the feeling being too much to handle. He noticed it, holding you up with one arm while the other still pressed you against the wall.

“Don’t think you can get away so easily, you whore. Own up to your mistakes” he scolded. He has never been this angry with you and you wanted to bear it for him. You really did. But you weren’t ready for this, the whole process bringing you more pain than pleasure.

Your sight got blurry. Instead of getting closer to your edge, you were on the verge of passing out. Your eyes rolled back into your head, before your whole body went numb. You could still feel how he came inside you, groaning against your ear, and then everything was dark.

You woke up again, wrapped in a cozy blanket on your couch. You had your favorite Pyjamas on and in front of you was a glass of water and some pain killers. You immediately chucked down the water, refreshing your dry mouth.

“You’re awake” a voice exclaimed behind you. Wonwoo sat down beside you. “How do you feel? Still dazed?” he asked concerned. “I shouldn’t have went that hard on you. I’m so sorry. Please forgive me” he now begged with furrowed eyebrows. You could feel that he meant it. He was a great boyfriend and he loved you.

You didn’t blamed him for anything. “It’s okay woo, I should be sorry for lying to you” you apologized back. “Let’s just be sorry together, hm? We both did something wrong today”. You chuckled at his suggestion. “Sounds like a good idea” you smiled.

With a relieved sigh, he pulled you into his arms, your head resting on his chest. The warmth radiating from him comforted your sore body, like it always does.

“Woo?” you whispered. “Yes my love?” he replied. “You know, that I will always love you, right? No scene in the world could change that” you assured him. “I know. I feel the same” he mumbled back. He kissed your temple, pulling you completely onto him.

He was your safe place, you’d be damned, if you destroy that with a stupid thing like this. Never in your life will you lie to him again. For the sake of the relationship and your poor body.

#seventeen #seventeen fanfic #seventeen scenarios #smut #seventeen smut #wonwoo #jeon wonwoo #wonwoo seventeen #wonwoo x reader #wonwoo fanfic #masterlist

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deveondog · 4 days ago

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HIII I read some of your fics and I am proud to say I will not jump and giggle everytime you post. You've gained a very excited fan!! :p

Okay ahem ahem, may I perchance request a fic with male!reader and Jalim, where the reader is really friendly and just looks kind, but then when it comes to music his taste does a COMPLETE 180° and it's either straight up metal / rock music, or it's songs with some rather unsettling themes (i.e mind brand, the lost child and the fox spirit and insert like nearly every other Vocaloid song) okay bye please don't turn into confetti!!! (◍•ᴗ•◍)

Metal taste

ft: Kalim al-Asim & Jamil Viper

A/N: Didnt know if u wanted this romantic or platonic sorhis is a more friendly platonic fic, so i apologize if u wanted romantic!! i hope everything looks ok..

cw?: Male reader. So he/him pronouns are used!

Reader is not Yuu, its really slow paced and doesn't go a-lot into the Jamil until the end ish, i forgot i was writing for him until halfway so im really sorry!! so its a bit rushed

Request?: Yep!!! thanks for sending this in anon! and dont worry!! i haven't turned into confetti ye– ouch! hey.. hey!! AHH—🎉

You were a nice guy most people thought, always offering to help with homework, cleaning up after lunch and so on. A kind soul. So it's safe to say you got along with Kalim– housewarden of Scarabia– pretty well! You and him were like two peas in a pod it seemed. Everyone was either super happy or annoyed when you two came around, depending on Kalims energy levels that day.

You two were currently chatting it up in Scarabias lounge. Saying whatever was on your minds that day. "Oh Oh!!!! Today we played a new song in the light music club!! It was something Lilia recommended!" "Ooooh do tell Kalim!!" Kalim nodded and continued– "It was something that was kind of eerie and spooky but it sounded so awesome! Like it tickled my bone in just the right ways...!" He frantically searched for his phone before remembering- "Oh crap! Jammmill!!" Kalim whines, making Jamil look up from his homework while cocking an eyebrow. "I think i left my phone in the classroom! Can we go get it? I wanna show him the song we played today!"

Jamil started getting up but then you interrupted with, "Its alright for now, we can go get it later, besides it will be a distraction when we start doing homework. Here, just my phone Kalim!" Kalim nods fast and grabs your phone when you hand it to him. "Whats your password!!!!" "Oh sevens give it back to me you big baby." You say as you glance back to Jamil, seeing he's eyeing you. Ooookay then..

Once your password is in, you go to open the music app you have and search the song. Kalim grabs your phone before you can even get to the search bar and aggressively starts tagging on your phone screen. "Careful Kalim!" You tease "Dont wanna break my phone now do you?" "Well even if I do, I can just buy you one hundred more!!!" He's so happy to have you around, Jamil thinks it's ok to let his guard down a little bit. Kalim finishes searching the song. Then looks even more happy if thats even possible. "Hey it says you've liked the song already!!! I didn't know you liked this type of music!" Kalim looks at you with wide eyes and smiles happily. Jamil is now looking concerned. Just what is this music..

Kalim plays the song and turns up your phone to max volume, for the ultimate affect! Jamil has to cover his ears because its so loud. But he sees you and Kalim banging your heads the the rhythm, and then when the vocals come on? On sevens save Jamils sour soul.. It sounds like the most demonic thing ever is Jamils eyes.. ears? But it does sound good. He cant deny that. He slowly uncovers his ears and hears you and Kalim singing to the music. As he listens he actually is able ti start and hear the lyrics behind the dark snd strangled vocals. And the lyrics sound.. relatable.. realistic and harsh. They hit his soul in a way music hasn't before.

The song ends and you and Kalim are gasping for air. "No I– love that songg!! Haah.. Its been in my like for- awhile.." You say, catching your breath. "Lilia just showed it to me and Cater today!! It sounds awesome! I think i might start listening ti this artist more!" Kalim shouts, seemingly having caught his breath already? You continue to heave for a bit before composing yourself and looking at Jamil. He is awestruck. His eyes wide and glossy. "Jami, you okay man?" Jamil stares.. then blinks.. the coughs and composes himself. "Yes yes.. I am okay dont worry hek" He coughs again, hoping you wont notice the slip up.

You eye him for a moment more before going back to Kalim, who started rambling again about the type of music hes getting into.

Soon enough, homework is somehow done and you're getting reader to leave back to your dorm. Kalim waves you off with Jamil behind him. Looking at the ground like it's the most interesting thing since magic.

You hear Kalim walking back to the dorm when you feel a tap on your shoulder. You turn and see Jamil with his head deep in his hoodie. Eyes peeking out from at you. "Uhm hey.." This is awkward... "Hi Jamil.. Do you need something? Sorry if I gave you the wrong impression of me." "No no it's not that uh, it's actually umhhh.." He squirms. Like hes not used to asking people things which is odd for him.. Eh.. "What was that songs name.." He finally gets out. You blink, and he sinks deeper into his hoodie. "Oh! Of course sorry! I can send you the link if you want, its kind of hard to spell.. Whats your number?" Jamil looks at you unexpectedly, and pulls out his phone for you. He should be more weary than this.. why is he just giving this to you so easy.. You insert your number into his phone and then send the song to him. He thanks you and then walks back to Scarabia. But before you can go you hear– "Thanks.." you smile back at him and continue on through the mirror.

Its been a couple weeks and you and Jamil have been sharing songs you like together. He was shocked at first, someone like you– so bright and kind, liking such brutal metal music. Then, he got used to it. No one is as they seem. Hell, Kalim isn't all sunshine and rainbows he knows it, but it still catches him off guard sometimes when you send him such an unsettling song..

Safe to now saw, you are friends with Scarabias house and vice housewarden. One for matching energy. And the other for matching music taste.

And, you could have sworn you saw Jamil with a hoodie to your favorite band....

A/N: Hi welcome!!! Might make a part 2 with a romance aspect! i like this trope between reader and jamil actually so yeah!! dont hold me two it though...

Thanks for reading! <3

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inloveinsickness · 11 months ago

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hii! may i please request suna rintaro w maybe some friends to lovers? u can have creative freedom w it! i just want it to be completely sfw bc i’m only 17!:)

❝ SO HIGH SCHOOL ❞ — suna rintarou

cw. gn!reader, implied friends to lovers, slight canon divergence — inarizaki beats karasuno, light swearing (like once) | wc: 600

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the gymnasium is ablaze, drums and horns in an intense battle of psyche against each other as the teams fight it out on the orange court with rally after rally.

you’re sitting at the edge of your seat, eyes wide and hands clenched together as the last few points of this definitive match drag out. your heart rapidly races against your chest and your palms are beginning to sweat, you’ve been awfully quiet for a while now, focused on the game at hand and nervously bounding your leg up and down.

suna doesn’t know that you’re here, you told him that you couldn’t make it because you were called back to school to help with tutoring. he didn’t mind too much considering the circumstances and this wasn’t the finals or anything. nonetheless, you caught a glimpse of disappointment flash in his eyes for a split second, and you knew you’d do anything in your power to show up today, even if it meant bowing on your knees and apologising to your poor kouhai for rainchecking on her. she just politely patted your back and told you to go get your man, much to your embarrassment.

it’s down to inarizaki’s match point, and atsumu’s yelling for the cover after karasuno barely manages to bump the ball back over the net.

with a pass directly to atsumu, the twins once again attempt their minus tempo quick attack and with bated breath, the stands fall silent and the air is stifling, the crowds listening out for the decisive whistle and call that would determine who moves on to the next round of the tournament.

“what a spike from miya osamu, beautifully set by his twin brother miya atsumu, and with that, inarizaki takes the win today and clinch a spot in the top 16 for this year’s high school spring volleyball tournament!”

you shoot up from your seat hidden in the corner at the side of the court, hands over your mouth as you bask in the loud cheers of the people around you, fellow inarizaki students, teachers, and spectators alike. your eyes scan the orange court, searching for your best friend in a sea of black and orange, and when they do find his, you can’t help but let out a tearful laugh at the way they widen with disbelief, and soften as his arms open wide for you to run into.

as you throw yourself into his embrace, suna catches you with an oof, lightly spinning as he tries to regain his footing, “woah easy there, tiger.”

raising your voice so that he can hear you over the crowd, “congratulations rin!”

you wrap your arms around his neck as his hands tenderly rest against your waist to support you, forehead leaning against his as your breath fans against his cheeks, more quietly this time, “i’m so proud of you, always.”

in this moment, time stands still and all the surrounding noise fades, it’s just the two of you standing in the middle of the tokyo metropolitan gymnasium, nothing but sweat and polished hardwood floors beneath your feet.

suna whispers, “i fucking love you so much, i could kiss you right now.”

“do it, i dare you.” your face is graced with a shy smile and a cheeky glint hidden in crescent moons for eyes, and he thinks you’ve never looked more beautiful.

and who was he to ever back down from a challenge, head dipping ever so slightly to finally capture your lips in his.

they’re right, we don’t need the memories, let’s just live in the moment, you and me.

notes. hi chloe !! thank you so much for your request, this is my first time writing for sunarin and i hope i did him justice ♡ i look forward to interacting more with you, lovely !! (dividers: @/cafekitsune) reblogs & interactions are always appreciated !

#ᯓ★ : written in the stars !#suna rintarou #suna x reader #suna rintarou x reader #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #suna rintaro #suna rintaro x reader #haikyuu #hq #suna rintarō #suna rintarō x reader #haikyuu fluff #hq fluff

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karusthings · 2 months ago

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.⋆˚࿔ q u i r k l e s s - h. yamada ࿐˚⋆.

ꎫ──[ relationship au ; one shot ]

character dynamicꎫ── boyfriend!present mic x gn!reader

summaryꎫ── one day, you wake up and wonder... what if he had been born like me?

content warningsꎫ── kisses, fluff, not so funny tbh, mentions of bullying.

wordsꎫ── 1036.

comissionerꎫ── @xdrakesboyfriend ♡

¡! ❞ masterlist mha.

Mornings with him were always this noisy. The clattering of pots and pans, oil sizzling, the radio humming a lively and well-known song, and your husband using wooden chopsticks as drumsticks for his solo performance.

You didn’t complain, since you didn’t mind it. After all, you knew exactly who you were saying “I do” to at the altar. Besides, who would ever be bothered by hearing such an angelic blond belting out a rock song at nine in the morning?

Not you, that’s for sure.

What always ran through your mind was a completely different question. If he had been born without a quirk... would he have been like this? Would he have been just as lively if he had been born... like you?

You walked down the stairs slowly, and the moment he saw you, a wide, ear-to-ear smile spread across his face.

“Good morning babe!! How did the prettiest person in this goddamn world sleep?”

“Good, good, I slept well. How about you?”

“I slept amazing, cutie, thanks for asking. I'm making pancakes, would you like some?” He spoke so quickly that sometimes you had a hard time keeping up with him. Before you could even answer, he had already kissed you and gone back to his place at the stove.

“Yes, of course… But I wanted to ask you a question first…”

“Shoot.” With a quick flick, he flipped the pancake in the pan.

“What would you do… if everything quieted down?”

He paused for a moment, a little confused as he tried to make sense of what you were saying. “Like… the radio? The pancakes? My vocal cords?” It seemed like a simple question, but he was already turning down the volume of the radio on the other side of the kitchen.

“No, no, I mean…” Not even you knew how to explain it, so you didn’t blame him. You stepped a little closer, searching for his eyes.

“I mean… if everything had always been quiet. If you’d been born without your voice—without your quirk. What do you think your life would’ve been like?”

A confused, dramatic pause.

“Would you still be… you?”

He turned off the stove and smiled, slowly walking over to you. His hands slid down to your waist, holding it in his arms as if it were made of porcelain.

"To be completely honest, I have no idea, but probably yes. I mean, my love for music was given to me by my parents. But… I wouldn’t have been a hero, so I wouldn’t have met all those people who made me who I am today."

You nodded softly, noticing him play with his fingers on your back.

“Is this about you being quirkless, honey?”

Your eyes widened in surprise, though it was clear that your partner knew you too well. You nodded softly, lowering your head for a moment. His delicate fingers gently grasped your chin, lifting it back up with tenderness.

“If you had a quirk, you wouldn't have bought me an ice cream”.

Then, that memory came to your mind, lighting you up like the rays of the sun at dawn.

You met in high school. You were the odd one, the loner, the stupid one in class without a quirk. For most of the students, it was something to laugh about, something to whisper about on the way out, or, for some, something to use to show their superiority.

It was a spring afternoon. Summer was just around the corner, and you couldn’t wait to get home and have a cold ice cream.

But a foot got in your way. Once you were on the ground, you turned, only to find yourself face to face with the person you least wanted to see. That seemingly harmless teenager had been making your life a living hell ever since you entered his class and he found out about your condition.

“Look, it's the quirkless! or should I say useless?”

You simply looked at them. You didn’t want to exchange even a "good morning" with them —and yet, you still did, out of pure politeness.

“Please–...”

Before you could finish your sentence, a loud noise echoed through the hallway. Amid the loud shouts, you managed to make out a few words.

“ARE… LADY??”

"You covered your ears and closed your eyes. Were you dreaming, or was it really him? Hizashi Yamada was one of the most popular guys in school —and not because he had brilliant emerald eyes or beautiful golden hair, but because he was one of the loudest and most annoying people in the entire high school. At least, that’s how it was for everyone else. You always said it wasn’t that big of a deal.

Once the sound stopped, you opened your eyes, seeing those two bullies lying on the floor, eyes rolled back. A hand was placed on your face.

“Sorry, are you —ehem— okay, my lady?”

His voice was noticeably hoarse, so he cleared his throat a couple more times. He touched his throat, giving it a kind of gentle massage.

You nodded a couple of times, using his hand to help yourself up.

“Thanks…”

“No problem!”

He turned halfway and started walking toward the exit, but your silent voice echoed down the hallway.

“Can I treat you to an ice cream?” He turned around, surprise in his eyes and a smile growing on his face. “Like… For your throat”.

“For sure! Come on. I know the best place.”

And after lots of ice cream and laughs, you two became friends. And even more than that. Who would have thought that two people so different could create such a close bond?

You became the silence that calms his nights, while he is the noise that wakes up your mornings.

And so, he was right. You wouldn't have invited him if you weren't quirkless.

“Maybe it's not as bad as it seems.” You whispered, gently pressing your forehead to his with affection.

“See, babe? Your inside is just as beautiful as your looks. I’m sure your quirk would’ve been something like… weather control.” He kissed your lips as soon as he finished speaking. “So you could make it rain every time I sing.”

¡! ❞ masterlist mha.

¡! ❞ little note; Hi, sweetheart! I really hope you like it, and I'm so sorry I couldn't get it to you earlier. I've been super busy lately (and I’ll still be for another week or two). I hope you enjoy it, even though it’s a bit short! Thank you so much for your request, have a good day <3

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2346khith · 7 months ago

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dwindlinghaze · 2 years ago

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reader pretending she (or they) doesn’t love peter back when he confesses because she is scared to lose him as a friend if they break up so after some angst and pining and avoiding feelings they end up together? ty!

main thing

(peter parker x reader)

summary : you're scared of losing peter as a friend by being more than friends with him.

contents : fluff, small angst ig, she they pronouns used!!! kind of short and rushed im so sorry but i love this concept a lot so thank you anon !!! 🫧🫧

a/n : im back!!!!! im really sorry if my writting is messy and stuff cuz i haven't been writing fics for months noww,, anyway i hope u like it 🫧☃️☁️ and a little rant here um i have this exact situation with a girl- i like her a lot and i knew she liked me back but i also happened to know that if we were to be together it will not last very long so we just ignore whatever is there between us. but don't worry lovelies r and peter's ending won't be like mine <3

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the hallway between classes were so full. crowded by students walking in eight cardinal directions. your head felt dizzy, it's like you're seeing everything underwater. your steps came to a halt when you were met with a row of lockers. palm against the cold metal as you gain back your stability.

peter must've seen you from the other side of the hall. frowning as he took in your state.

he walked over to you, cautiously. "you okay?"

you looked up to meet his eyes, immediately closing them back when the ceiling light hit your vision. "not feeling well."

peter placed his left palm over your cheek, rubbing them softly to soothe you. he didn't know if it helped but he smiled nevertheless when you nuzzled your face further into his hand.

you wanted peter to give you a hug, maybe his shoulder can be a good resting spot for your heavy head and his warmth can relax your muscles.

and of course. peter did. without you even asking.

"wanna go to the infirmary?" he asked softly, rubbing the side of your head as you completely lose all energy, so now he's the one that held you standing.

"mmh," you replied, not having the energy to form real words.

"alright then let's go," peter started to pull away but stopped midway when he felt you struggling.

"pete, i'm sorry i can't, i have to lay down," you whispered. so soft and low. if he weren't that close to you, he wouldn't hear it.

"that's alright, just slow steps," he encouraged.

he missed his class but he didn't care. he just wanted to be there with you. showing his affection because of his new slash old found love he has for you.

your migraine has not subsided at all the following day. you decided, for good, to skip class. there's no point in going to school when you're sick anyway right? you'll have ended up in a worse condition by the end of the day.

peter was searching for you left and right, he knew you were sick and he is worried sick about your whereabouts. he called you several times already but you never picked up.

when school finally finished, which for him was the longest six hours of his life, he immediately went to your house.

your mother was the one greeting him, saying that you're resting in the comfort of your bed. he went upstairs, after getting your mom's permission, and knocked on your door softly. "hey, it's me peter, can i come in?"

you gave him a very soft hum, thanks to his advanced hearing he can hear you just well.

you were lying on your bed, covered in tons of blankets. peter felt warmth rushing through his chest, seeing you like this. he approached you slowly and kneeled beside your bed.

"how are you feeling?" he asked ever so gently, hand on your shoulder with the blanket in between.

you peeked an eye open, your room was dimly lit, only your vanity lights were on. "better than yesterday," you answered, pushing yourself up slowly. "the migraine is not as bad as yesterday, my head is hurting- just a little."

"oh okay," peter replied. "do you need anything? i can bring you food or drink or water? do you need painkillers?"

you smiled, reaching for his hand, "i'm fine pete, just cold. can you turn up the ac please?"

peter did just that, jumping to his feet to take the remote.

after that you fell into a deep sleep again. peter was there the whole time. he was thinking about... stuff. stuff he wants to tell you.

he sat on your bed right beside your blanketed legs, his hands over them. he looked at you, your sleepy face, perfect hair, soft cheeks. you are his friend. best friend in the whole world. no one understands him like you did. just a few months ago he realised that his feelings may have grown.

it's not just a friendship kind of love but a lover kind of love.

he recalled the amount of time he had cried on your arms. laughed together with you. talk about embarrassing things he had done and had regretted. nobody knows him like you do. and peter would not let anybody know him like you do.

you're the only person that he can be vulnerable with. the only one that he can just be himself even if it's not the best. the only one he trusts.

"what are you thinking over there?" your voice pulled him out of his thoughts. he gave you a smile and you gave peter space for him to lie down.

"just thinking about thoughts... ?" peter answered but it's more like a question.

"thoughts about?"

"nothing."

"you know you can always tell me anything right? no matter what it is," you assured the boy.

"yeah..."

"so...?"

"you're sick right now, you should be resting," he said instead.

you sat up, stretching your muscles as you scrunched up your face. "i feel a whole lot better now... hey do you want some meal and we'll talk about whatever you are thinking about? cause by the look of your face, it's something that has been bothering you hm?."

peter thought about it for a while, but he really didn't have to. it was about time for him to tell you how he feels. he just hoped that you feel the same way.

your mom brought the two of you dinner to your room, you thanked her before she left and urged peter to eat. "pete?"

"yeah," he cleared his throat, "um i don't really know how to start this."

"it's okay, you can take as much time as you want, i'll be here," you said as you take a spoonful of the dinner.

that's also another thing about you that made his feelings even more clear. you never pushed him. always waiting for him to be ready.

"i like someone," he started. you stopped what you were doing and turn your focus fully on him. your heart felt like it has been crushed. "i know we never talk about y'know- this kind of stuff together but the thing is, i like her so much maybe i even love her, i don't know yet though cause i don't really know how love feels- but i sure do like her a lot."

"and does she know this?"

"no... but she knows now" peter answered, hoping that you'd get what he meant.

"what do you mean?"

peter sighed looking down at his lap, "well she's my best friend. my only friend actually. i really really want to be more than friends with them because she is everything to me. i smile every morning because i know i will see them later that day. i spent most of my time thinking about the two of us together. and you know just how worried i was when they didn't go to school because she was sick."

"peter-" you warned him.

"y/n, listen to me-"

"peter please don't," you whispered. you thought you would be jumping and giggling if peter ever confessed to you but instead it's the complete opposite. you don't want this. you can't have this no matter how much of you wanted him.

peter's eyes were brimming with emotion, shiny tears fighting their way not to roll down. "you don't feel the same do you?"

you wanted to say yes. yes you feel the same, you like him so much and that's what you're so worried about. "peter it's not that easy. we- we can't," you shook your head.

peter's brows knitted together, he was bitting the insides of his lower lip. "that's ok. i'll just go home now. i'm sorry for making things weird yeah? just forget everything i said. tomorrow is a new day." he forced a smile before he is out the door.

just like what peter has said 'tomorrow is a new day' so you acted like yesterday never happened. you walked into school, seeing peter by his locker. you smiled at him. "morning!"

"morning, y/n," peter said back, voice cracking.

"let's go to class," you suggested.

through out the day everything was just like how it used to be. you still sit besides each other. still eat lunch together. everything was the same... except that peter can't look at you for more than three seconds and you two don't talk as much anymore.

peter still walked you home, though there is no goodbye hug.

you wondered if you had made the wrong decision. what if you just accept your feelings and let peter in? but the thoughts of ever, god forbid, breaking up with him is what makes you back away from accepting his love.

you love peter so much. more than you can ever say. in a world of boys he's a gentleman. he proved so today. even after getting rejected and having his own heart torn into pieces, he still walked you home.

the next day though, peter seemed to be avoiding you.

you tried to come to him several times but he just gives you short replies. you couldn't blame him. he has every right to do so.

it has been two weeks since. you missed your peter so much. you missed his cheeky smile. his science jokes. his laugh that never fails to make you smile.

sure you can live without peter parker, but would it be as exciting? would you let the only person that knows you best slipped away like that just because you pretend to not return his feelings?

it was such an emotional rollercoaster. on one hand you want to wake up beside peter, but on the other you worried that he'll realize that he's better alone so you'd break up. you want to cuddle up next to him, but you fear he'll get sick of you and break up.

why does every intimate thought of him always ends up with breaking up?

you tried to bottle up your feeling until you can't anymore. so here you are now, knocking at his door.

he opened up, looking as tired as one can be. now that you really look at him, you notice his beautiful freckles that doted all over his nose and cheeks, his smile lines around his eyes, his pretty eyes that you love so much. even in his exhausted state he still looked so- so perfect.

"y/n? what're you doing here?" peter spoke.

"i want to talk to you." you mumbled, looking down at the pavement.

peter was silent. complete silence.

"i want to tell you that i do like you too, peter. i was just being dumb because you're my best friend for years and if we ever get together, what will happen when we break up? i don't want to lose you. so by pushing my feelings aside i can just continue like nothing happened... but i can't stop thinking about how i have hurt you. i completely denied and hurt your feelings and i can't forgive myself for that."

peter put a warm hand over your shoulder, rubbing his thumb back and forth.

"it's fine. if you don't want this then we don't have to." he said.

"but i want this."

"you do?"

"yes but-," you took a deep breath, "but what if we broke up?"

peter shook his head at that, "we haven't even got together yet and you're thinking of breaking up?"

"it's not funny."

"y/n look at me, i love you. i will not let that happen. and if you really think about it, what is there to be the reason of our break up?"

"i don't know something might come up."

"we know everything about each other, we understand each other. if there's something, i'm so so sure we can work it out," peter placed a hand on your cheek, forehead touching.

"really think so?"

"of course," he replied. "i'm also sorry for saying that so suddenly. i should've known better."

"it's okay peter, we're here."

"yeah we are, and we are not leaving each other yeah?"

"promise," you said.

#peter parker fluff #peter parker x reader #peter parker x you #tasm x reader #tasm fluff #tasm fic #peter parker blurb #peter parker angst #peter parker imagine #peter parker fic

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xxspringmelodyxx · 1 year ago

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The Legend~

Childe x Fem!Reader x Aether (Angst)

Here is part three my lovelies! For the other parts, here is my masterlist! Sorry for the long wait! I promise to upload more now that Im back in the country! I hope you enjoy! <3333

As the weeks drifted by, Aether's recovery showed promising signs of progress. Each day felt like a step closer to his full strength returning. Today was no exception. I woke up with the sun, quietly slipping off the couch to fetch a refreshing drink.

Orange juice in hand, I stood by the living room window, watching as the first rays of morning light painted the sky. It was a serene sight, one that offered a moment of calm amidst the chaos of recent events.

A soft groan broke the silence, drawing my attention. It was Aether. Concerned, I made my way to his—well, my room, intent on checking up on him. Knocking gently, I received no response. Opening the door with caution, I found him fast asleep, Paimon nestled on his chest in a heartwarming embrace.

Approaching them quietly, I reached out to adjust his position, hoping to make him more comfortable. However, my efforts startled him awake, and he instinctively grabbed my wrist, his grip tighter than intended. I winced, feeling the sting of pain shoot through my arm.

"S-Sorry!" Aether's voice was filled with genuine concern as he released me, his eyes reflecting remorse.

I rubbed my wrist, offering a reassuring smile. "It's okay. I should've been more careful."

Concern etched on his face, Aether reached out to inspect my wrist, but I waved him off with a light-hearted quip. His smile in response eased the tension in the room. As he attempted to rise from the bed, I gently restrained him.

"Easy there," I cautioned, placing my hands on his chest to prevent any sudden movements. "You need to take it easy. The last thing we want is for your recovery to be set back."

Nodding in understanding, Aether reluctantly admitted his need for water, though his discomfort was evident. “Yeah, I just… need to get some water,” he murmured, attempting to rise again, only to be gently stopped by my hands on his chest.

“No. I’ve already told you not to move too much. Here, lay back down. I’ll go get you some water,” I insisted, guiding him back to the bed with a gentle push, mindful of his injury.

Quickly retrieving a glass of water from the kitchen, I returned to find him grateful and visibly thirsty, his relief obvious as he gulped down the refreshment, his parched throat finally quenched.

“Thank you. I really needed that.” He said with thanks. When I wasn’t looking, he tried to move.

“Well, I’m gonna need to get goi-” but before he could finish, I placed my hand on his chest, looking him dead in the eyes.

“Aether, how many times am I going to tell you that you cannot move?” I interrupted firmly, my concern evident in my tone, hoping he’d finally heed my advice.

“But-”

“No buts,” I interjected again, my voice softening with urgency. “You will stay here until you are completely healed. I wouldn’t be able to sleep properly knowing that you could be out somewhere in danger. Please, just stay here for a little while until I can confirm you are better. One more day is all I ask,” I pleaded, my gaze locking with his, imploring him to understand.

”Look, your scar is already starting to tear again. If you keep moving, it will just get worse.” I add

He sighed, recognizing the sincerity in my words, and nodded. “Okay, okay. I guess you’re right. I’ll stay,” he finished, though his restless energy remained visible.

“Good. Now rest up. Breakfast will be ready soon,” I said, offering a reassuring smile before leaving the room, hopeful that he would heed my advice and allow himself the time he needed to heal.

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You decided to go with something easy, but delicious for breakfast. Opening the fridge door, you searched for some eggs, bacon, and sausage. Once you found everything you needed, you set to work with a sense of purpose.

You began by cracking the eggs into a bowl, whisking them until they were well-beaten and slightly frothy. You then poured the mixture into a preheated, unglazed frying pan, allowing it to cook slowly. Meanwhile, you placed the bacon and sausage into a separate pan, the sound of the sizzling meat filling the kitchen. The aroma was absolutely mouthwatering, filling the air with a savory scent that made your stomach rumble in anticipation. Softly, you hummed a tune while you cooked, enjoying the peaceful morning routine.

"Good morning, dear," you heard Eleanor's voice break the silence.

Turning, you saw her smiling down at you, her presence a comforting start to the day. "Good morning! You are very nicely dressed today… what’s the occasion?" you asked, noting her gorgeous long white dress and her large black hat.

"Oh, no reason," she replied with a nonchalant wave of her hand. "I just thought I’d head out a bit early today and go downtown again."

A smirk crept across your face as you stopped what you were doing and turned to face her. "You’re going to see 'him' again, aren’t you~" you teased, causing her to blush and turn away.

"So what if I am? Do you have a problem with it?" she retorted, though the playful glint in her eyes betrayed her amusement.

"Not at all… just find it funny you’re trying to sneak out to see Luka like some lovesick teenagers," you said, chuckling.

Eleanor rolled her eyes playfully and made her way to the door. "I’ll be back in an hour or two. Try not to destroy anything while I’m gone," she said over her shoulder.

"You know, our roles should be switched right now!" you spoke, earning a chuckle in response.

With a smile still on your face, you turned back to your cooking, the morning light streaming through the window and casting a warm glow over the kitchen. Eleanor lingered at the door for a moment longer. "By the way, did you need anything from downtown? I'm happy to pick up a few things while I'm out."

You glanced over at her, thinking for a moment. "Actually, could you grab some fresh herbs if you see any? We’re running low on basil and parsley."

"Sure thing," she replied with a nod. "Anything else?"

"No, I think that’s it. Thanks, Eleanor," you said, appreciating her thoughtfulness.

Just as she was about to leave, Eleanor turned back one more time. "You know, if you ever want to join me, you're always welcome. It could be fun exploring downtown together."

You considered the idea, frowning at the thought. It had been forever since you actually stepped foot in any town. You remember how happy you used to get when you went shopping. But the reason for that happiness was because it was Childe who went with you. Sometimes he would be the one dragging you to the town just to spend time with you…but now that was all over. "Maybe next time, Eleanor." I spoke with a tint of sadness.

She smiled apologetically at you, nodding.

“I understand, my dear. When you're ready.” she said with a small smile before finally stepping out the door.

—

A good 20 minutes passed, and everything was ready. You carefully plated the food, arranging it artfully on the plates before bringing it over to both Paimon and Aether. Gently, you woke them up, watching as their eyes opened and they were greeted with the sight of a delicious breakfast.

“So… how is it?” you asked, anticipation evident in your voice, as the two eagerly dug into their meals.

“It’s… so… mmm… dewicious!” Paimon exclaimed, her mouth full of food, a look of sheer delight on her face.

“Yeah… it’s been a while since I’ve had food this good,” Aether added, his eyes lighting up with appreciation, making you smile with satisfaction.

“Well, it’s certainly no Gordon Ramsay food, but I’m glad you like it,” you said, giggling a bit at the compliment, feeling a warm sense of pride.

“Gordon who now?” Paimon asked, tilting her head in confusion, clearly unfamiliar with the famous chef.

“Ah… nothing. Forget I said anything,” you replied, waving it off with a chuckle, making her shrug and continue eating without another thought.

“Say… where’s your food, Y/N?” Paimon asked suddenly, looking up at you with concern in her wide eyes.

“Oh, I only made enough for you two,” you said, making both of them stop and look up at you in surprise, their expressions filled with guilt.

“What!?” they both exclaimed in unison, their voices tinged with a mix of shock and remorse.

“Oh, don’t worry! I’m going to go make some more… just not right now. I’m not very hungry,” you reassured them with a smile, gently pushing them to go back to eating, not wanting them to feel bad.

“Are you sure?” Aether asked, his brow furrowing with concern. “We can share this if you want. There’s plenty.”

“Really, it’s fine,” you insisted, giving him a reassuring nod. “I enjoy cooking for you two. It’s not a big deal.”

“Okay, but promise me you’ll eat something later,” Aether said, his eyes earnest and full of worry for you.

“I promise,” you replied, feeling touched by his concern, appreciating the care they both showed.

Hesitant, they looked at each other before slowly returning to their meals, savoring every bite of the food you had prepared. Watching them enjoy what you made brought you a sense of fulfillment and happiness, the sight of their satisfied smiles making it all worthwhile.

As they ate, Paimon looked up at you with curiosity sparkling in her eyes. “Hey, Y/N, do you cook like this every day?”

“Not every day,” you admitted with a smile. “But I do enjoy cooking when I have the time. It’s a great way to relax and unwind.”

“Relax?” Paimon asked, her eyes widening in surprise. “I’d be stressed out trying to make sure nothing burns!”

You laughed at her reaction. “It takes some practice, but once you get the hang of it, it can be really therapeutic. It’s like a form of meditation.”

Aether nodded in agreement, a thoughtful look on his face.

“It also helps to have good company,” you said, smiling at them both. “It makes the whole process a lot more enjoyable when you’re cooking for people you care about.”

Once they finished, you collected their plates and brought them to the sink. You quickly washed them, setting them on a cloth to dry. After that, you grabbed some items to help change Aether’s bandage, ensuring it didn’t get infected and that he remained comfortable.

You walked back into the room, seeing Aether and Paimon engaged in a light-hearted conversation, their laughter filling the space. “Sorry, I don’t mean to intrude. I-“ I started but was quickly cut off by Aether.

“Oh no, you’re not intruding at all! Please come in.” Aether said immediately, his focus shifting to you, a warm smile on his face.

“Oh, good.” you replied, feeling a bit more at ease with his reassurance.

You walked up to Aether, slowly helping him to sit up so you could take a look at his bandage. As you lifted his shirt, you noticed the reddened hue seeping through the white material. While it definitely wasn’t as bad as the first day, it still needed tending to.

“I’m just going to change your bandage and check your wound. Is that okay?” you asked, looking into his eyes for confirmation.

He nodded, a soft smile playing on his lips. “Of course. Thank you, Y/N.”

Gently, you began to remove the old bandage, your fingers moving with delicate precision to avoid causing him any discomfort. As you peeled away the last of the bandage, you saw that the gash was already closed. All that was left was a scar that was still trying to close all the way. A smile made its way to your face as you observed the signs of healing.

“Well, it looks like you’ll be up and out of here in no time, guys. One more day should do it,” you said, reaching for a new bandage and some disinfectant. You got to work, applying the disinfectant carefully before wrapping the fresh bandage around his abdomen with practiced ease.

As you worked, Aether couldn’t help but admire you. The way you moved, your concentration, the gentle touch of your hands—it all captivated him. He blushed, feeling his heart race as he realized just how beautiful you were. Your presence was calming yet electrifying, making it hard for him to look away.

He looked away, trying to distract himself from the thoughts racing through his mind. You two had just met, after all. Calm down, Aether, he tried to tell himself, but it was no use. He was drawn to you in a way he couldn’t quite explain.

As you carefully changed his bandage, Paimon watched curiously, her eyes following your every move. “You know, Y/N, you’re really good at this. Have you done it before?” she asked, genuine curiosity in her voice.

You smiled at her question, feeling a bit proud. “I’ve had some practice here and there. Just a few first aid classes and some experience from taking care of friends. It’s always good to know how to handle these things.”

After a few more swift motions, I clipped the bandage together and smiled.

“Alright! You’re all good now,” you said to Aether, your voice breaking through his thoughts. You smiled up at him, your eyes shining with warmth and care.

He smiled softly back at you, his gratitude evident. “Thank you, Y/N. I really appreciate all your help.”

“Now, you must rest for the rest of the day. I better not see you out until I say so,” you said, your tone firm but kind, making him nod obediently.

“I won’t. You can trust me,” he replied, his voice full of sincerity.

“Good.” I said, clasping my hands together.

“Now, while you are resting, I’m going to head outside and practice my form a bit,” you said, heading towards the door.

“Wait.” Aether blurted out, making you stop in your tracks.

You turned to him with a look of concern. “Is everything okay?”

He wanted to ask you so many questions—about how you were able to wield more than one element, how you managed to find yourself all the way out here, but most importantly…why you looked so familiar. But alas, he found himself at a loss for words, unsure of how to begin.

“Aether?”

“Uh… I just… I wanted to say… thank you. For all of your help,” he finally managed to say, his voice faltering. You smiled warmly, your heart melting at his sincerity.

“No problem. Now, get some rest. If you need anything, have Paimon let me know. I’ll just be outside,” you said, leaving right after.

Aether stared at the door long after you left, wishing he had just asked you his burning questions. “What’s wrong, Aether?” Paimon asked, noticing his troubled expression.

“Y/N… there’s something familiar about her… but I just can’t put my finger on it. I swear I’ve seen her somewhere before,” he said, frowning in thought, his mind racing with possibilities.

“Hmm… that’s weird. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her before,” Paimon replied, pondering his words, her brow furrowing in concentration.

“That’s because you don’t pay attention half of the time,” Aether smirked, trying to lighten the mood and distract himself from his thoughts.

“Heyyyy! I do too pay attention!” Paimon retorted, puffing her cheeks in indignation.

“Do not.”

“Do too—hmpf!” Paimon’s retort was cut short as Aether placed his hand over her mouth, telling her to shush as he saw you outside the window.

He watched as you practiced fighting a few punching bags outside. The way you moved was mesmerizing. Each kick and punch was delivered with such precision and power, yet there was an elegance to your movements that made it look like a dance. The way your leg swung out ever so gracefully, yet so forcefully, knocking the bag off the chain, left him in awe.

As he continued to watch, he couldn’t help but be captivated by your strength and grace. There was something undeniably fascinating about you, something that made him want to learn more, to understand the mystery that surrounded you. Aether’s curiosity was piqued, and he knew that this encounter was only the beginning of something much deeper.

Paimon, noticing Aether’s intense focus, whispered, “Aether, you’re staring.”

Aether snapped out of his trance, blushing slightly. “I just… she’s really amazing, isn’t she?”

“Yeah, she is,” Paimon agreed. “But you know, if you keep staring like that, she’s going to notice.”

“I know, I just can’t help it. There’s something about her that’s so…amazing,” Aether said,

There were still three punching bags left standing. After relentlessly pummeling one of them, adding in the occasional powerful kick, you took a step back to catch your breath. Seizing the moment, you spun on the ball of your foot with fluid grace. Aether’s eyes widened as he watched your right hand rise during the spin, an icy blue aura forming around your fingers. In a split second, six razor-sharp icicles shot from your hand, piercing through each of the bags with precision. The icicles emitted a light blue smoke as the frigid coldness mixed with the ambient heat, creating a mesmerizing and surreal effect.

A good hour passed as you continued to practice, pushing your limits. Aether couldn’t look away, his gaze filled with pure curiosity and amazement. He watched you effortlessly wield various elements to obliterate the punching bags. Not only were you adept at elemental magic, but your swordsmanship and hand-to-hand combat skills were equally impressive. You moved with the precision of a seasoned warrior, each strike calculated and deadly. Aether marveled at your prowess and couldn’t help but wonder what path led you to become so formidable and how you acquired such extraordinary abilities.

“She sure is powerful… maybe she can come with us! I’m sure she would love to help find your sister! And she would make it ten times easier to fight other enemies as well,” Paimon suggested enthusiastically, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

Aether considered the idea, his mind racing. It wasn’t a bad suggestion at all. Your combat skills were evident, and having you along could potentially turn the tide in their quest. “I don’t know. She seems like she likes it here. She probably wouldn’t like the thought of leaving,” Aether replied, his tone thoughtful and hesitant.

“Who wouldn’t like the idea of leaving?”

Both Aether and Paimon turned towards the door, seeing you standing there, sweat glistening on your skin as it slowly dripped down your body. Your eyes held a mixture of curiosity and amusement as you looked at them.

Aether stuttered, a blush forming on his face as he was caught off guard by your sudden appearance. “I-oh-we-no-Paimon—“

“You. We were just talking about asking you to join us on our adventure!” Paimon interrupted, her enthusiasm cutting through Aether’s fumbling explanation.

Your eyes softened at the suggestion. “I wish I could… but I don’t think I am ready,” you replied, a hint of regret in your voice.

Aether looked up at you, his expression earnest and encouraging. “Of course you’re ready! I saw how you fight! You were amazing!” he said, his face flushing with warmth and admiration.

“I-Oh… thank you. I didn’t know you could see me,” you said, a small, appreciative smile spreading across your face.

Aether stepped back, feeling a bit embarrassed by his outburst. “S-Sorry. I didn’t mean to watch… you were just… sorry.”

“No, don’t apologize. I don’t mind, really. I take it as a compliment, actually. It’s nice to hear that all my training isn’t going to waste,” you joked, trying to lighten the mood and ease his embarrassment.

“Well… the offer’s still there. Just think about it and let me know your answer when you’re ready,” Aether said kindly, his sincerity clear.

“Of course. I appreciate that,” you replied, nodding gratefully. For a moment, the two of you just stared at each other, a strange but pleasant feeling growing in both your chests. Paimon noticed and smiled cheekily at the unspoken tension.

Neither you nor Aether could quite understand why you felt this way around each other. Every interaction left you both feeling a mix of nervousness and excitement, a curious blend of emotions that neither of you had fully grasped. It was a question that had lingered in both your minds for the past week, an enigma that only time could unravel.

“Well,” you cleared your throat, breaking the silence. “I should probably get back to my training… and cleaning. I didn’t realize how much of a mess I made out there,” you said with a tired yet amused expression.

“We can help you if you’d like,” Aether blurted out, his eagerness evident. You turned and smiled at him, genuinely touched by his offer.

“That would be nice… but like I said—” You stopped mid-sentence. It would be nice to have him and Paimon help you, and you wouldn’t have Aether doing any heavy lifting—just picking up some small things here and there. You turned to the mess outside, then back at them, seeing both of them eager to help in any way.

You smiled, letting out a small giggle. “You know what? Sure. Why not? It’s not like you’ll be breaking your back out there,” you said, making both of them smile.

Aether jumped out of bed, but you stopped him. “None of that, though. Or else I’ll change my mind,” you teased, making him nod. He jumped back into bed and then nicely got out, making you roll your eyes.

“Is this better?” he teased back.

You chuckled. “Much better,” you said, turning on your heel. “Come on! These piles of debris aren’t going to clean themselves,” you said as you walked outside.

Aether turned towards Paimon, only to be met with her grinning at him like a Cheshire Cat. “What?” he asked.

“You loooooove her,” she teased, making Aether roll his eyes.

“Whatever, Paimon. She is just a really nice girl… and I am trying to help pay her back for her kind doings. Besides, I bet you can’t even define the word love, let alone spell it,” he said as he walked away from her.

“Hey! I can too!” she flew past him.

You led them outside, and together, you began tidying up the training area. As you worked, you couldn’t help but notice how effortlessly the three of you fell into a rhythm. Aether’s focus and determination were admirable, and Paimon’s cheerful chatter kept the mood light and enjoyable.

–

A few minutes had passed, and Aether, Paimon, and you had just finished putting everything back in its rightful place. The training area now looked pristine, a testament to your combined efforts. Feeling a sense of accomplishment, you all walked towards a nearby pond to relax and dip your feet into it. The cool water provided a soothing contrast to the warmth of the day.

“Thanks for helping me. I really appreciate it,” you said, breaking the comfortable silence. Both Aether and Paimon turned to you, smiles on their faces.

“No problem. It’s the least we could do,” Aether replied, his eyes reflecting his genuine gratitude for being part of the team.

You three sat in companionable silence, the sound of the tall grass rustling in the breeze and the gentle lapping of the water against the shore filling the air. It was a peaceful moment, one that you all cherished after the hard work.

Suddenly, Paimon broke the silence. “Hey Y/N?”

You turned to her, humming in response. “Yes, Paimon?”

“How did you manage to learn more than one element?” she asked, her eyes wide with curiosity.

A small smile rose to your face as you reminisced. “Ah, well… A few years ago, I hit a low point in my life. Some…personal things happened between me and someone else. Let’s just say it didn’t end up well. I was so lost because I lost someone who meant the world to me. I barely left my house because of it. It silly now that I think about it.” I started, seeing Aether’s concerned face.

“Don’t worry, Im all good now!” I said, sending a reassuring smile his way.

”Anyways, it was a typical day where I just stayed put and out of nowhere, I received a letter from a kind lady. She wanted to meet me just outside my home city. At first, I was hesitant to go… but I had already hit such a low point that I realized there wasn’t much left to lose. So, I went and saw her.”

“Lady Eleanor?” Paimon asked, making you nod.

“She taught me everything I know now. Because of her, I was able to obtain these visions and improve on my combat skills. Of course, I still have a lot to learn.” you explained, your voice filled with gratitude and determination.

“Like what?” Aether asked, his curiosity piqued.

“Well, I still need to learn how to use the Electro vision, and I still need to practice the Hydro element. Sometimes, I lose control, and I need to maintain control over each element at all times to be truly successful,” you said, your tone reflecting your dedication.

“That sounds amazing… but why are you trying to master all seven elements? Are you trying to defeat someone?” Paimon asked, her question making you pause. Should you tell them? Would they even believe you?

“Oh… uh… you see…” you hesitated, the uncertainty clear in your voice.

“You don’t need to tell us if you don’t feel comfortable,” Aether interrupted, noticing your nervousness. His voice was gentle, reassuring.

You smiled at him, appreciating his understanding. “I think I do feel comfortable… it’s just that I don’t think you’ll believe me if I told you.”

“Try us,” Aether encouraged, his tone earnest. He genuinely wanted to understand.

You sighed softly, gathering your thoughts. “Okay, but don’t say I didn’t warn you,” you said, making them wait in anticipation.

“A long, long time ago… a man who went by the name Atlas managed to learn and master one of the rarest elements of all time…” you started, your voice taking on a storytelling quality as you delved into the tale.

Aether and Paimon leaned in, listening intently. After you explained the full story to them, Aether smiled at you.

“And you… you want to follow in his footsteps?” Paimon asked, her voice filled with awe.

You nodded. “Yes. I believe that mastering all seven elements will allow me to bring balance and peace to the world, just as Atlas intended. But it’s a long and difficult journey, one that requires immense dedication and sacrifice.”

Aether and Paimon exchanged a glance, their expressions a mix of admiration and determination. “We believe you, Y/N. And we’ll support you in any way we can,” Aether said, his voice steady and sincere.

“Absolutely! You can count on us!” Paimon added, her enthusiasm infectious.

“So…do you happen to know just who the holder of this dark element is?” Paimon asked

I sighed, looking towards the water..

”No, not yet. I haven’t left this place during my training, so I haven’t gotten to see who my target is. Even Eleanor doesn’t know who it is.”

”Im sure you will find them. And once you do, we will be right with you to help in case you need it.” Aether said, trying to offer some support.

“Plus, we can tell our other friends in Mondstadt about you, too! Im sure they’d love to help out as we-“

”No!” I blurted out, causing both of them to tense up

”Im-Im sorry. It’s just that…I’m not on the best of terms with anyone living there right now.” I said with a hint of uneasiness.

”What happened?” Aether asked

”It’s…a long story. But remember when I said there was a certain someone who I thought of as my world?” I asked, making them both nod.

”Let’s just say he was an old friend. Well, he was more than a friend to me. But turns out he was just a stupid boy who was ready to toss me away the moment he met his dream girl. Him and I got into an argument when I confronted him about it, and it went downhill from there. It’s like I didn’t even recognize who he was.” I started, looking out into the distance as the memory unfolded.

”From then on, everyone else sided with him and the girl. They treated me like I was trash, and nothing more. Well, everyone except for…oh shit.” I said, my eyes widening with sudden realization.

”Whats wrong?” Aether asked

”I haven’t written back to her! Dammit, it must have been at least a month since I’ve said anything to her! She’s probably worried sick.” I said, jumping up to go grab a pen and paper.

”She? Who’s she? A sister perhaps?” Paimon asked.

”Pretty much. Im talking about Jean. Oh, she going to have my head because of this. No wonder I haven’t gotten any letters back from her yet.

“Jean? As in Jean Gunnhildr?” Aether asked, making you turn your head around.

“Yes! Do you know her?” I asked.

”Y-yeah, but-“

“How is she? Is she okay? How is her training going?” I asked, thankful to have met someone who knew Jeans whereabouts.

“Y/n…you might want to sit down for this.” Aether said, trying to calm me down. When I noticed the look in his eyes, my anxiety began to grow.

“Why? Is she okay?”

”Something happened to her.”

”W-What do you mean? What happened to her! Is she alright?”

“Just let me explain.” He said calmly, placing his hands on mine.

“About a year ago, we met Jean. We constantly worked together, finishing commissions that needed to be done. However, a sudden influx of creatures started sneaking into the city. It was becoming chaotic and dangerous for anyone to live there. Jean and I helped fight them off….but-“

”But what.” I asked, my throat starting to tighten.

“You know how Jean always takes the first step. She was always at the forefront of the battles, always pushing herself to protect everyone. But during that brutal fight, she got seriously injured. She was taken to the city’s hospital, and although she recovered physically, something changed. She became more withdrawn, and there were rumors that she was struggling with something darker… something more than just physical wounds.”

I stayed silent, my stomach twisting each word he spoke.

”And one day, she just…vanished. Without a single trace. We tried looking for her, but we couldn’t find anything.”

I felt tears start to pool in my eyes, my throat tightening as I heard what had happened.

”I went to go out and look for her, Paimon of course tagging along…but we were ambushed by that large group of creatures…and that’s when you found us.” He said, rubbing your arm with reassurance.

“But don’t worry! After tonight, Paimon and I are going to leave and we promise to save her and the rest ” He said sadly, looking away from you.

A few minutes of tense silence passed as you processed everything Aether had told you. Your hands clenched into tight fists, your knuckles turning white with the intensity of your emotions. How had you not seen it coming? Guilt and anger surged within you, driving an overwhelming desire to take action and save her. Jean had always been there for you, standing by your side when no one else did.

Suddenly, the plants around you began to grow uncontrollably, their vines wrapping around objects and lifting them into the air.

“Y/N?” Aether called out, but his voice barely registered in your mind. The fury inside you was palpable, an unstoppable force that mirrored the wild growth around you.

You couldn’t contain it any longer. You shot up, slamming your hands on the table. The ground shook violently from your actions, a green hue coursing its way through each crevice in the ground. Aether and Paimon flinched at the sudden movement, their eyes wide with surprise. They had never seen you this angry before.

“Y/N? Are you—”

“I’m coming with you both,” you interrupted, your voice resolute. Their eyes met yours, filled with determination and resolve.

“Y/N, you don’t have to—” Aether began.

“No!” you cut him off, your voice firm and unwavering. “Jean has always been there for me. And the one time she needed my help, I wasn’t there. Now, I have to help her. I need to help save my sister,” you declared, making them both look at each other in surprise.

“So, what’ll it be?” you asked, your gaze unyielding.

Aether and Paimon exchanged a glance before smiling at you. “Ready to leave tomorrow?” Aether asked, extending his hand.

You smirked, shaking your head. “How about we leave tonight? Get a head start?” you suggested, your eyes gleaming with determination.

Aether grinned, clasping your hand. “Even better.”

You knew Eleanor would be furious with you for this, but this was Jean you were talking about—the one person who never gave up on you or turned against you. You were willing to do anything to save her because you knew she would do the same for you.

As you and your newfound allies prepared for the journey ahead, the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows over the landscape. The path before you was uncertain and fraught with danger, but you felt a renewed sense of purpose. With Aether and Paimon by your side, you were ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, driven by your unwavering resolve to save Jean and make things right.

—

“So, just where are we headed exactly?” You asked, making him chuckle.

“We are headed to go get some help. Hopefully.” Aether said.

“Okay…but where exactly?” You asked

“A place known as Sumeru.” He replied, making you look towards him.

“Sumeru? I’ve not heard of that place before. Do I need to worry about anything?” You asked, making him shrug

“I don’t think so…but it's best to always prepare for the worst so you are ready for things like an ambush…” He said, making you nod

“Right…well, what are we waiting for! Let's go!” You said, walking into the large forested area, Paimon and Aether following suit.

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