#and here i am with the lightest fluff

[phoenixmetaphor]

Oct 13 &

Oct 14 - Chreon Aquarium Date (prompt from @cerul-skyefrost ‘s ask to @thebrandywine 😛)

[thekinslayed]

And Now You're Here

summary | When the pains of his loss rendered him weak, there was only one thing that could soothe Aemond's pain

pairing | aemond targaryen x wife!reader

tags | slightly ooc aemond, stubborn aem + stubborn wife, hurt/comfort, mentions of injury and pain, fluff

wordcount | 1k

note | not sure what this is if i'm being honest but i needed something comforting after this week <3

likes, comments, reblogs are much appreciated!

Aemond Targaryen was sharply perceptive. With the loss of half his sight, his other senses became acute in their efforts to compensate. He could sense the faintest smells wafting in the room, felt the lightest whisper of a touch on his skin, and heard the quietest clinks, taps, and thumps in the walls of his home. On better days, such abilities would benefit him and his evolution into a sharpened soldier, but today, it irked him.

Five years had come and gone since that cursed night at Driftmark, but the repercussions of what those bastards did to him remained in the pains that coursed through his left socket every so often. It would start as an itch in the scarred cavern, one that would run down the length of his scar, and it would take much of him not to pick at the slashed skin. Then, the throbbing would start, a pulsating drum deep in his temple that would irritate him quickly until the pain would spread, and the swordsman prince would be reduced to an unmoving, suffering stone in his chambers.

With his head leaned onto the back of the settee, Aemond merely sat with his eye closed, taking deep breaths in a futile effort to calm himself. He could feel his hair gently sway with the cool late spring breeze that filtered through the room, a small kindness to aid him in his predicament. The light behind his lid flickered and dimmed with the slow passing of time, a dance of shadows for a boy wounded. At some point in his suffering, he’d begun to make peace with it, had settled his temper into a submission to a pain that would soon pass. That was until the grand old oak doors opened, sending a rush of wind through the vast chambers and disrupting his peace. Aemond clenched his fists yet remained unmoving, too weary to jump to his feet and brandish his dagger at his intruder. 

“I thought I made myself clear I was not to be disturbed,” the prince seethed, the venom in his tone a weapon sharp enough. The throbbing in his temple quickened, now a relentless hammering from the meat of his face down to his skull.

“Even by me?”

The voice was honey-sweet, a cooling balm to blanket his dragonfire into smothered smoke. He opened his good eye and craned his neck to look at where you stood with hands clasped at your front and a knowing smile of warmth on those cherry lips. Aemond never smiled even on his good days, but the sight of you was enough to tempt a lift in the corner of his lips. 

“Does it hurt?” you asked in concern, to which your husband merely responded with a grunt.

“I’m fine.”

You tutted his name in scolding, getting straight to work by swiftly grabbing the salve he’d kept for times like these, but the pain had him stuck to his seat before he could even attempt to find the jar. He closed his eye once more as his wife scurried about in a whirlwind of skirts, grabbing this and that before plopping by his side with a sigh. “Do you want to take it out, or shall I?” you asked, referring to the glinting sapphire eye on his blind side. Aemond remained unmoving, unwilling, and stubborn.

“I told you I am alright. The pain has started to pass,” he lied, yet betrayed by the evident clenching in his jaw.

“Aemond,” he heard you sigh, equally as stubborn to provide him care. The skin on his left forearm tickled to life with your soft caress, gently squeezing in your urging. “I passed Ser Criston and the halls and wondered how he was back so soon when your training would go past well beyond this hour, and then he told me,” you explained softly. 

His breath ran deep as he exhaled through his nose, resolve starting to chip from the warmth on his left side. “I do not need mothering,” he grumbled, finally moving to remove the heavy stone from his socket in reluctant yielding. You merely hummed, wiping off the carved jewel with a clean cloth and setting it aside. 

“That is true, but I am not your mother. I am your wife, my prince, and it is my duty to see my husband well cared for, is it not?” you pointed out, pleased with such a wise thought uttered from your pretty lips. He could chuckle at the satisfied look on your face with his acquiescence, subtly turning his head to see you better. Your hands did diligent work to clean the scarred flesh, not a single trace of disgust swimming in your eyes, and it made his chest feel lighter. The cloth was damp and cool against his face when you pressed, a welcome relief from his torment. 

The salve came next— a balmy mixture of mint, sage, and some sweet-smelling herbs procured by Orwyle. It didn’t do much in truth, for his lingering pains were but a mystery to even the wisest maester’s expertise, but the cooling poultice was enough to distract him. It helped that your touch was a balm soothing in itself, always so gentle despite his ragged edges. Aemond merely watched in silence while you focused, his brow unfurling from the loosened tension that bound them tight. 

“You should’ve called the maester if you were in such pain, my darling,” you frowned. In a comical switch, the one-eyed prince’s lips lifted in an amused smile, lifting his thumb to smooth over the crease between your eyebrows. 

“I have no need for him,” Aemond replied. “You’re here.”

His words seemed to please you, pout reversing back into the smile he loved with all of his angry heart. Your kiss on his lips he loved the most, ever so powerful in healing whatever rot had festered deep within his soul. No maester could ever cure him the way you did. To be so blind with the loss of his eye left Aemond cold, half of his world untouched by the blazing sun and left to succumb to darkness, and now you are here, settled into his side with a touch so loving, and he felt it. It was warm when you were here, utterly bright, and Aemond was whole.

[chuluoyi]

࿐ ࿔ 🕰️ 「 04:18 A.M 」

it’s just a pure sugary comfort fluff brain rot accumulated after writing protect—

a part of gojo's love entries

imagine at 4 in the morning, you woke up to this sudden wave of nausea not long after finding out that you were six weeks pregnant with satoru’s baby. the world seemed to spin as you retched the contents of your stomach—the meager bites you had forced down as dinner due to your lack of appetite—to the toilet bowl, tears pricking your eyes and shivering in the cold night air at the discomfort of it all.

your husband was on a mission in kyoto. he wouldn’t be here and you were glad he didn’t have to see you in this state.

you chalked it up to your ears playing tricks on you when you heard the sounds of the keys being turned and the door of your home swinging open and shut. the lines between dream and reality blurred as you staggered while painstakingly making your way back to the bedroom.

but the dizziness overtook you when you swayed dangerously to one side, almost losing your consciousness if it weren’t for a strong grip on your figure that held you firm. you heard satoru swear and shout something at you in pure panic, before lifting you in his arms.

you woke up not long after in his embrace on your marital bed, feeling the cool air conditioning graze your face and gentle pats on your back—the kind of pats one would do to get babies to sleep—and looked up to him.

“hey,” he greeted with a sleepy grin. “feeling better now?”

you blinked. “…you are back.”

“i am.”

“i thought you’d be in two days.”

“how could i? you need me here.”

“i can take care of myself.”

he eyed you sharply. “no? you almost fainted.”

you nuzzled your head on his chest, breathing his scent. “ah, just the morning sickness. have to manage it somehow.”

“exactly, and me being here would help.”

it was stupid, but you felt really warm at his insistence to be beside you.

“definitely your kid, alright. he’s bullying me already,” you pouted. “i can’t eat anything without throwing up these days.”

he put a comforting hand on your still-flat belly. “hmm? so little gojo is making mama unwell this much already? what about when she’s ballooned up?”

you swatted his hand playfully, couldn’t help a smile on your face.

“satoru,” you drawled. “thank you for coming back as fast as you could.”

you felt him squeezing you closer, pressing the lightest of kiss on your forehead. “well, my baby is having my baby. of course i am. i should be the one thanking you.”

[melliemell]

Pairing: Fyodor x f!reader

Contents: NSFW, implied first time for reader, fingering (reader receiving), gentleness and comforting with fyodor 101, implied vaginismus for reader if you squint, sprinkled fluff as well, Approx 1.5k words.

“Come on, don’t forget to breathe now.” 

You blinked, feeling your breath hitch again. Fyodor’s voice was like a distant thought even though his body was flush against yours. Nothing really registered, except the steady rhythm of his hand, fingers slick with your liquids as they brushed against your inner walls. 

You searched for Fyodor’s gaze, finding him concentrated, eyebrows drawn as he hovered slightly over your lying form. He was being careful with you, you knew that, but it still left a sense of not good enough even as you spread your legs wider, tried to ease your muscles into the mattress– yet you still felt the unyielding clench of your pussy, completely not relaxed. 

It felt good. It really did. But it was taking so long and it wasn’t supposed to be like that, right? Fists clenched into the sheets, you hid your face into Fyodor’s chest. 

“Easier said than done… I’m sorry,” you mumbled.

“Hmm?” Fyodor glanced at you. “Come now, you’re overthinking again.”

He leaned down, resting his chin on your head. His fingers slowed, curving into your sweet spot as he worked on massaging it. It helped, the pleasure building even more as you struggled to blank out your brain. It wasn’t fair. You should be showing him how you felt, but instead, all you could manage was to huddle up deeper against him, seeking out as much skin contact as possible.

You trusted him. 

But you never expected it to be this overwhelming.

Fyodor’s lips brushed your temple. “You’re doing good. I’m in no hurry.”

“Yeah, but I am. This sucks.”

Fyodor smiled softly, his hot breath grazing your ear. “So harsh. Am I that disappointing?”

You bit back a groan of pleasure, back arching as the bastard curved his fingers again. The slight pain was still there, yes, but duller with every slow thrust, every gentle kiss against your cheek, eyelid, nose, lips. You were melting, breathing hard as the pressure in your belly increased, building up closer and closer to your release. 

You’ve never been this wet in your life, the sound of it so lewd you could practically feel the blush spread on your face and chest. At some point, Fyodor had added another finger in; you don’t remember when that happened.

Fyodor’s fingers spread your slick with every stroke, giving attention to your clit ever so often, making you bite into your lower lip hard, sounds muffled in your struggle. 

“Do you want me to keep going?” Fyodor’s voice was even, composed. 

It irked you how at ease he sounded, a complete contrast to your current state. But that thought all but dispersed as you focused on him, eyes going wide with the sight. Fyodor raised a questioning brow, smile still in place as you locked gazes. The lightest of flushes coated his skin, clear white tinted by soft pink all the way down his neck. You knew he found you attractive, but– his pupils were blown wide, taking all of you in with such detail you could only blink back in surprise. 

And arousal.

Fyodor was almost always reserved in his affections, preferring to express himself in actions that had nothing to do with romance when he wanted to show his adoration for you. A gentleman through and through, and that’s why the thought of having him completely losing it clutched onto you so fiercely you could barely contain yourself.

You had to see him like that. 

You clasped his wrist with your hand, stopping his movement. “That’s enough.”

You winced as Fyodor pulled his fingers. He leaned for a quick kiss on your brow. “I apologize for that. Well?”

You felt his hand rest on your inner thigh, waiting. For permission? You weren’t sure. There was no way you’d let it stop here, and it seemed Fyodor knew that too. Your hand reached, grabbing a handful of soft black hair, and you pulled him over you. Fyodor’s breath hitched just as your other hand reached down to wrap firmly around his base, the tip smudging against your wetness as you positioned his body exactly where you wanted him.

He was so close. Body against body. Skin to skin. He looked at you as if unsure, if only for a second, before a soft chuckle escaped his lips. “I see. Whatever you desire then.” He buried his face in the crook of your neck, biting playfully at the exposed skin. “I’ll make sure to deliver.”

“Hah,” you said, trying to keep calm. “Don’t you go overthinking now. it’s good. We’re good. We got this.”

“My, you sound worried?” There it was, the teasing in his voice again.

You smacked him on the shoulder, gently...this time. “Who’s that, don’t know her.”

The banter was calming, and so were the peppered kisses he left on your neck and jaw. It almost served to distract you as he moved his hips, positioning himself before the firm sensation of slowly being stretched caught your breath in your throat. You pulled at Fyodor, hands digging into his back and shoulder as his cock entered you.

For a moment, it was too much; the sensation overwhelming all of your senses. Fyodor was saying something but you could only nod, not really registering anything. Not until he started moving, you clenching instinctively before gradually easing off to Fyodor’s steady rhythm. 

It felt like wanting more and wanting to get away at the same time. But your hands wouldn’t let go of him, and in turn Fyodor only cupped your face, the kiss far less refined than you’d expect. He was warm, warmer. His flush spreading, his quiet huffs of pleasure reaching your ears as he kissed you there too. 

It was soon you let go in earnest, Fyodor’s presence engulfing you completely. He wasn’t the overwhelming type of lover; instead letting you slowly drown in his careful touches, the movement of his hips at a steady, almost leisurely pace. Like he wanted you to feel everything; the stretch of your inner walls as he bottomed out inside you, the slight brush of his hairs against your clit sending shocks of pleasure down your toes, and your head arching– exposing even more places for him to torment. A hand held your leg in place, raised almost up to his shoulder, Fyodor’s fingers digging into your under-thigh. 

It was too much. Too good. You wondered why you waited so long; what an idiot. You could have been doing this since ages.

You could have… and it wasn’t just the sex. The sounds–

“Hey… are you close?” you asked in between kisses.

Only a breathy, “mmhm…” escaped Fyodor’s lips, and you laughed soundlessly. 

Fyodor was becoming less and less talkative, it seemed. It brought a smile to your face and you pulled him back against you, tasting him. You trailed your fingers up and down his back, feeling him shiver against your touch. Fyodor groaned weakly into your kiss.

You loved the sounds he made. 

“Come on,” you whispered against his ear, feeling his cock twitch inside you. He was close, just a bit more… “Come on, Fyodor… for me.”

A breathless chuckle. “Who else for?” 

Your heart swelled. Oh…

He pulled at your hand, raising it to his lips– maybe he intended a kiss, but what ended up happening was him burying his face against your palm instead, breath hot and heavy. His pace increased, almost erratic as he held you in place. Or you held him. It was hard to tell. Your legs were trembling from the strain, but you barely noticed. Your insides were burning, the sensation almost overflowing. Almost…

“Oh God, oh my god–” You reached down, fingers swiftly finding your clit as you bit into your lower lip.

Your orgasm hit you, sudden and shattering. Breathing heavily, you rode on the feeling of bliss as hands pulled your face suddenly, feeling Fyodor’s temple rest against yours as he completely lost it. Hips hitting your sweet spot mercilessly, expanding your pleasure even more. 

You held him, hands wrapped around his shoulder as you whispered a string of, “I’m here, I’m here, come on, yes–” 

Fyodor’s body jolted, breath heavy against your lips as you felt him finish inside you. You had but a second to grab onto him firmly, keeping him in place as he ceremoniously collapsed on top of you. 

“I apologize,” Fyodor said, after a second. “I might have overexerted myself.”

You laughed. “You think? Damn.” 

For an anaemic he sure exceeded expectations. You couldn’t keep your grin from spreading.

After a few moments of peaceful resting, Fyodor raised himself on an elbow, wincing. He looked down at the mess you both made, and sighed.“I’ll get us some towels. Wait for me here, yes?”

You hummed, reaching to cup his cheek instead, drawing his attention back to you. “Or… we could just take a shower together?” You blinked innocently at him.

He raised a brow, unimpressed. “I feel that’s not the only thing on your mind.”

“Pshh. Of course it is.”

“Hm. Indeed.” And he smiled.

Gosh, you could melt into that smile. 

[luvjunie]

heyyy, idk if your request or open atm but could you write about miles (e-42) sneaking into the readers house at night, to hangout 🤗 nothing nasty LMFAOOO but like a cute lil moment

— 2:00 AM

pairing: e-42!miles x fem!reader

contains: fluff, miles being a big baby because yes

summary: miles has a hard time falling asleep when you’re not next to him. wc: 1,205

a/n: i loveee soft 42!miles omfg 😭 also i realized i changed up the plot a little after i’d already written it and came back to find the request, so i hope you still like it <3

Tossing and turning instead of getting a full night’s rest seemed to be the norm for Miles as of late.

He laid on his back with an irked sigh, hands scrubbing down his face as he lightly groaned into them. There was no need for him to check the time, he already had a pretty accurate guess seeing as he’d been checking his phone every twenty minutes when his eyes would spring back open after another failed attempt to fall asleep.

He missed you. That he couldn’t deny. He’d made the mistake of falling asleep with you one night, and he’s found himself suffering through the same old routine ever since. He’d never slept as peacefully as he did than when he was next to you, and his mind craved your presence more than it craved sleep apparently. The both of you could’ve slept on concrete and he still would‘ve sworn it was more comfortable than his own bed.

It was a stupid idea, and had he not been desperate for a solution he would’ve realized that. But there was no one to talk him out of it as he got up from his bed and fished around in his dimly lit room for his jacket and a pair of nike slides, so it looked like he’d be going through with it anyway.

He scribbled a quick note for his mom onto a post-it note, stuck it to the fridge for her to find after her shift and left their apartment without another thought, making sure to lock the door behind him.

Night walks through Brooklyn didn’t scare him, in fact they calmed him. Everything was quieter at this time, slower— and he knew these streets like the back of his hand. And even if he didn’t, he was pretty good with the switchblade he kept in his pocket at all times. Your place was only a few blocks away, and even through the slight haze casted over him from his lack of rest, he was still vigilant as ever.

He climbed the fire escape just three stories up until he got to your window, using both his hands to hoist him over the steel railing, his feet landing on the old metal as quiet as he could make them.

He hoped that you still kept it unlocked for him, that your offer stood firm when you told him he was welcome anytime. He whispered a plea before he curled his fingers under the edge, sighing in relief when the window lifted open, though the unpleasant squealing due to the age of the pane made him wince.

The last thing he wanted to do was wake you, so he only lifted it halfway, ducking down and stepping into your room and out of the cold. He glanced over to see your cheek still smushed against your pillow, your legs probably tucked into the fetal position with the way your blankets were swaddled around you.

He managed to close the window without making a sound, but on his way over to your bed he accidentally bumped into your dresser, causing a bottle of perfume to clatter into the other objects you had up there.

“Fuck—“ he hissed quietly, twin braids following the act of his head whipping in your direction when you stirred.

You weren’t the lightest sleeper, but the noise had been enough to startle you awake. Lifting your head from the pillow, you sat up quickly, eyes adjusting to make out who the hunched figure was. The two of you had said goodnight just a few hours ago, and now here he was, in your room.

”Miles?” There was a slight rasp to your voice.

“Hey, ma…” he responded, hands nervously hovering over the mess he’d unintentionally created. He fixed it to the best of his ability, but it definitely wasn’t the way you had it before.

You reached over and turned your clock towards you, the bright white numbers making you screw an eye shut.

“Miles, baby, it’s two am in the morning,” you grumbled sleepily, rubbing your eyes with the heels of your hands and yawning. “What are you doing here? Did something happen?”

Blinking the sleep from your sight, you took in his slightly slouched disposition. He looked exhausted, annoyance from his sleepless night evident in the way he sighed.

”Nah, nah,” he shifted from foot to foot, hand hesitantly raising to scratch his head. His idea seemed sensible at first. He was willing to do anything to get some shut eye, and to see you again, but now he just felt silly for waking you up for no good reason.

“Nothing happened, but I—I couldn’t sleep for shit. So I just thought—“ he rubbed his brow and gave a halfhearted shrug. “I don’t know, it’s stupid. I wasn’t thinkin’ straight and I just wanna be laid up with you. I really didn’t mean to wake you up and I can leave if—“

“It’s okay! It’s okay,” you cut his rambling short and opened up your blankets, scooting over to make room for him. “Come on.” Even in your drowsy state you could tell he was getting flustered trying to explain himself.

“Oh thank God,” he said beneath a breath as he shuffled his jacket and shoes off, eagerly slipping into your bed beside you.

You shifted back onto your side like you were before and pulled the blankets over the both of you, his arm instantly slinking around your waist to pull your body into his, your back against his chest.

“I love you so much.” he sighed tiredly.

He buried his face into the crook of your neck, taking a deep breath in through his nose just as your hand came up behind you to caress the top of his head. His behavior made it seem as if he hadn’t seen you in weeks; like he was trying to refresh his mind of every aspect of you.

“I love you too… Miles, are you sure you’re alright?” you asked, not yet all the way convinced.

“Mhm. Just needed to be with you.” he hummed, his words muffled as he pulled you closer.

“What about your mom? I don’t want her to be worried.”

He grunted at that, his response slurred and barely audible. “She know where I’m at.”

His fingers slipped under the waistband of your cotton sleep-shorts, hand traveling to the round of your lower stomach and resting over it. Why guys were so obsessed with the extra weight girls held there was still an anomaly to you. You couldn’t wrap your mind around it, but he always threw a fit if you didn’t let him hold you like that so you allowed it.

“Goodnight, Miles.” You murmured into the stillness of your room.

Your eyes opened after receiving no response from him, and you were barely able to turn your head to look over your shoulder since his own was occupying the space there.

“Miles?” you questioned gently.

Your answer came in the form of faint snores and slowed breathing from the boy who was knocked out behind you, a smile inching onto your lips at how quickly he dozed off. You let your eyes flutter to a close, ready to fall asleep again, but this time in the arms of your favorite person.

[muletia]

𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐜𝐡 ✧˖°

[tfp] obsessed!optimus prime x human!reader

summary: optimus is uncertain about touch, fearing that he might hurt you, but with your help, he learns that touch does not have to be associated with fear

cw: mild angst, a sprinkle of fluff, soft!optimus <3

word count: 1400

Cyan optics flicker between you and the report on the datapad. Optimus reads a few sentences without distraction, absorbing the information about the amount of energon acquired and consumed this month with ease, fully capable of focusing for those few nanokliks. But a few sentences are his limit when you are nearby. His thoughts drift elsewhere, into soft, organic realms where they linger, tempting his optics to join them, to make daydreams a reality. And so they do, when the report becomes a dull memory, irritating him with its obligation, and reality becomes you — lying on your stomach on his desk, utterly engrossed in what must be a far more interesting book.

He wants to join you. To set the report aside and return to it later, once your presence is no longer a sweet distraction from his duties. Knows he has let himself slip. Once again, he wants to push work aside at the price of spending time with you, though he cannot afford indulgence. He has put it off for too long; must focus and win this battle against his own addiction. Duty — this is his current priority.

But he cannot look away, still captivated by the smallest movements of your body and its beauty. That is all he can do. Watch. That is enough. He allows himself to look for a few nanokliks, to temporarily satisfy the craving, and then return to what he must do, though he knows full well it is not enough. Optimus knows his own body, knows what it demands, pleading for physical contact with you. But reason advises otherwise, and reason prevails.

Too many dangers, too many unknowns. A fraction too much force, a single gram over the limit, and you cease to exist. You cannot die by his servo. He does not need to witness your death to know that his spark would extinguish at the very same moment. Must be cautious with you. Has learned that he may touch you when he must, but not when he wants, reducing the probability of catastrophe to a minimum. It will never be enough for him; will never be satisfied by necessity alone. But eons of being Prime have stripped him of whims and impulses and have taught him the meaning of true sacrifice. He only hoped that you understood.

Indirect touch is acceptable; that does not frighten him as much. His free servo moves above you, then lowers, forming a kind of shelter over you. It protects, it reminds, telling you that Optimus is with you and thinking of you constantly, yet it does not touch. That must be enough, he convinces himself, though it will never be. You will understand. Perhaps you will appreciate it if you wish to make him happy. But you will grasp that he cannot allow himself more, not out of lack of desire, but out of fear, though he longs unimaginably to feel your beauty, not only with his optics but beneath his own digits.

He does not deny himself the lightest graze against the edge of your foot or calf, but that is all. It is only about sending a signal: I am here. I am watching over you. Anything beyond that terrifies him because he does not know how much he can allow himself. How much force to apply before he breaks you. Yes, a mere brush is enough. He convinces himself. And he does not deserve more.

You lift your gaze from your book and meet Optimus’s optics. He offers you a subtle, endearing smile, an unspoken declaration that you have his full and undivided attention, even if you soon return to your reading.

But you do not. You warm his stoic spark instead, giving him an excellent reason to forget about the report.

"You can touch me if you want to," you break the silence.

You shift onto your side to look at him without straining your neck and place your open book to the side, marking the page with a bookmark. Propping your elbow on Optimus’s desk, you rest your head on your outstretched hand, settling into a comfortable position for the conversation you had been meaning to have with him—because, knowingly or not, he had touched upon a subject that had been weighing on your mind. And his, even more so.

"I apologize. It was not my intention to distract you."

"It’s okay, you didn’t distract me. And you can touch me. If you want to," you repeat, sending a smile his way that melts part of his spark.

He wants to. Longs to. Needs to.

But cannot.

"I fear harming you," he admits, incapable of lying when you look him straight in the optics.

"Is that why you hold back?"

"Yes," he sighs. "I have concerns that I may not be able to properly gauge my own strength. I do hope you understand my restraint regarding physical contact. I assure you, it is not your fault, my dearest."

"I understand. But you won’t hurt me," you reassure him. Yet he does not seem convinced, his optical ridges creasing slightly, uncertainty still visible in optics. "Okay, let me put it another way. Remember when I dropped my phone once? You picked it up between your fin— digits and there wasn’t a single crack. Not even a scratch! I know that from my perspective, you are unimaginably strong, but you can control your strength. You have precision. So I know that you won’t hurt me."

He processes your words in silence.

"I trust you, Optimus. More than anyone else."

That seems to break something in him. Not completely — not yet — but enough to try.

"Very well. If you truly grant me permission…"

"You may. Please." Just to emphasize that you desire this too.

You roll back onto your stomach, and his massive servo hovers above you, fighting hesitation. For a moment, you fear that you have pressured him into physical contact, pulling him out of a comfort zone he was not yet ready to leave, but your worries vanish when Optimus chooses to lower his servo, leaving the restraint on the surface.

His large digits envelop your back and remain there, servo holding still in one place. His touch is incredibly subtle and measured, but the hesitation remains. The fear he cannot yet overcome, even when faced with the exceptional softness of human skin, tempting to sink deeper, to explore everything you have to offer as a human. But he refuses to be enslaved by temptation when he is still on edge. Cannot harm you. He must be careful. That is enough; he dares not ask for more.

Optimus does not tremble with stress, no visible signs of anxiety appear on his frame, but the title of Prime binds him to outward composure in tense situations. Inside, chaos reigns. He sees no sign of discomfort on you, no grimace of pain, nor do you make any sounds that might suggest suffering, which should reassure him. But he cannot be at ease when worries churn in his processor. Am I pressing too hard? Pinning them down? He is grateful for your trust, but he cannot trust himself. Needs certainty that he is not about to kill you by accident.

"Are you alright?" he asks.

"Better than alright," you murmur. "Like someone wrapped me in a warm, giant weighted blanket."

"That is… a pleasant sensation?"

"Wonderful." You reach up, stroking the nearest digit. "It’s alright, Opti. You’re not hurting me."

"I trust you," he says, and you gift him a smile he cannot help but return.

"So? Do I feel nice to the touch?"

"You always do. Thank you for placing your trust in me." Because even though his fears still gnaw at him, for the first time, he does not ache for touch. Finally, he can stop wondering, stop dreaming about what he once thought were unattainable desires, and instead focus on the here and now. He reaches for the datapad and resumes reading the report, discovering how clear his processor has become now that his longing has found its grounding in your presence.

"Thank you for allowing yourself something nice for once," you reply and return to your book, wrapped in safety and warmth unmatched by any other source.

[fantasydreamland]

Lonely Nights

khaleesi x fem reader

Summary: You were her handmaiden in Pentos. You followed her and the khalasar when she married Khal Drogo. You have been by her side through all the heartbreak after he died. You all continue your travels and one lonely night Daenerys invites you to her tent for comfort.

Notes: 18+ ONLY!!!! soft khaleesi, wlw, inspired by that doreah scene, smutttt, dry humping, fingering, oral (f&f), fluff fluff fluff, slight angst, some spoilers.

word count: 1.1k

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“You called for me Khaleesi?” You say as you enter her tent late at night.

“(y/n), yes… I just cannot find sleep. Truthfully it has been difficult sleeping alone.” She says sadly, “An odd request to ask of you but- would you just lay with me?”

“Uh, yes, of course, Khaleesi.” You say a bit timid.

She moves to make room for you as you climb into her bed and lay beside her. She sighs, stuck in thought.

“If you want to talk with me Khaleesi, you know I am here to listen.” You gently say.

“I don’t know. I have just been feeling so dreadful after everything that has happened.” She confesses. “My nights have been restless.”

“Of course Khaleesi. You have been through so much of late. It is no wonder your mind won’t silence.” You say as you both slightly turn to face eachother.

“It has felt rather lonely…” she sighs. “You are truly the only person I feel I can trust (y/n)”

“I am glad to be the one who you can depend on.” You give a soft smile.

She smiles at your words and gazes into your eyes creating unknown tension between you. Her beauty was even more breathtaking up close like this.

You clear your throat to break the tension.

“Hmm,” she smiles turning her face. “I suppose I should try and get some rest.”

“Of course, Khaleesi. I will be right here.” You give a soft smile.

You both drift off to sleep until she gasps waking from a nightmare. You jolt awake.

“Are you alright Khaleesi?” you ask, concern in your voice.

“Yes. Yes. I-I’m fine.” She pants. “Just another dream.”

She turns to you and her startled face softens.

“It is nice to see your face when I wake though.” She lightly brushes hair from your face. “Thank you for staying with me.”

“Of course, Khaleesi.” You almost whisper, lightly touching her arm.

She lightly touches your arm in response, giving you a grateful look. This leads to delicate appreciative touches on eachothers arms, hair, cheeks. The electricity between you becoming more intense. She holds your cheek for a moment, her soft doe eyes looking longingly into yours. You feel your heart stop. You watch her quickly glance to your lips and back to your eyes. You do the same, your stare lingering on her lips for a longer moment before meeting her gaze again.

She slightly shuffles closer to you, and you do the same, her hand still on your cheek and your eyes never parting. You both continue to slowly move closer to eachother until you’re merely a breath away.

Her eyes continue to gaze into yours, with a more heated look. The moment is unbearably slow as you inch your faces closer until you connect with the lightest kiss, lips barely touching. After parting you both look at eachother, eyes full of lust and excitement, before meeting your lips again. You moan as your tongues gently dance together, it slowly builds into a deeper more passionate kiss. She pulls your body closer against her and you move to straddle her, lips never parting. Her breath hitches as you begin to grind against her, she grabs your hips to aid your movements.

Your lips part as you sit up, rhythmically moving your body on her creating friction of pleasure. The new position adding more pressure. You both breathe heavily as you now move back and forth faster, harder, her fingers digging into your hips and yours into her legs behind you. She gazes up at you admiring all of your beautiful features. You do the same admiring her golden beauty below you.

As your heavy breaths turn into whimpers and moans her hands wander slowly up and down your body. You both let out a long final moan as fireworks explode within your bodies. The whole khalasar able to hear but neither of you could find care in that moment.

With heavy breaths your lustful eyes meet once again. You both break into a small smile and giggle until her eyes turn heated once more. You gasp as she quickly grabs you and flips you over, laying on top of you. You moan as she boldly kisses your lips hard before moving down your neck and chest. She moves below your shirt and kisses down your stomach as her hands push up your skirts. Without hesitation she moves her mouth onto your core drawing a loud whimper from your throat. Your hands nestle into her golden hair as her tongue expertly licks your bundle of nerves. She slowly slips in her fingers causing a long groan from you. She moans against you at the way you tighten around her. Her tongue hits the perfect rhythm as her fingers move slowly in and out of you. You pant and moan as you begin to reach your second peak, grinding against her face. Her fingers suddenly speed up causing wave after wave of pleasure to hit you. You cry out her name before letting out a final heavy breath.

She gives a shy smirk as she moves back up and lands her lips on yours, tasting yourself on her tongue. You quickly push up her skirts and she yelps as you pull her onto your face. Before you’ve really even begun she already cries out, quickly hitting her own second peak as she rides out the wave of it against your mouth. She looks down at you with heavy eyes before plopping down on the bed beside you.

You lay face to face and give bashful smirks and giggles. She looks at you like she wants to speak but doesn’t know what to say.

“Goodnight Khaleesi.” You smile and brush her hair from her face.

“Goodnight (y/n).” She blushes and gives a soft smiles back.

You watch her quickly drift off to sleep before you follow right after. Khaleesi had the first peaceful sleep in a long time. No longer awakening to nightmares, but waking up to the relief of seeing your lovely face laying beside her.

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[wangxianficfinder]

Fic Finder

May 12th

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1. Hey .

So I just can’t find this fic anymore no matter how much I have tried . It’s abo where omega we’d is expecting . Sort of a 5 + 1 format where people around him know he’s expecting even before he does. There’s one scene with lqr where he says something offensive and makes wwx cry . And lqr says that’s the exact look his sister in law gave him when she was expecting lw. Is there any lead on which this fic is ?

Thaaanks in advance :)

FOUND? What to Expect When You’re Unexpectedly Expecting (and you don’t know it) by gamayuglagay (gracon_bacon) (M, 1k, WangXian , Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Modern AU, Mpreg, Fluff, Humor, Comedy, Misunderstandings)

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2. I’m looking for a fic I remember reading ages ago I think was called my monster or something like that? I’m pretty sure it followed mo xuanyu when he was first brought to the Jin sect and was him having issues but finding a secretly captured and tortured wwx in the dungeons. He calls him his monster because of his broken body and eventually tells the lans somehow? Lqr thinks he calls him a monster because of the demonic cultivation and is shocked to hear no it’s because of how jacked up wwx is? Thanks for any help finding this!! @preciouscommoditybears

FOUND! i’ll take a secondhand monster by Stratisphyre (T, 24k, MXY & WWX, MXY & JGY, LSZ & LWJ, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Child Abuse, Bullying, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Kidfic, Minor canonical character death, Injured WWX, Earn Your Happy Ending)

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3. Hi! I am looking for a series of short fics. The base premise is that Yiling Laozu Wei Wuxian is trialed and sentenced by the clans to be hunted. Everyone presumes Wei Wuxian will die in the hunt, but he manages to kill the 1000 Jin hunters and he survives the hunt. If I remember correctly the series never actually tells what happened during the hunt: the various fics cover what happens in the aftermath. Thank you for your help!

FOUND! the wild hunt series by antebunny (G, 18k, WangXian, JYL & JL, WWX & JL, WWX & JC, LXC & LWJ, Canon Divergence, Angst, Non-Linear Narrative, Canon-Typical Violence, JL and his many many uncles, JGY is morally ambiguous but okay, BAMF WWX, WWX is innocent of literally everything for plot purposes, JYL Lives, Not Everyone Dies, Hopeful Ending, Fix-It of Sorts, what is fanfiction but 10k of reunions, Found Family, Fluff, they’re soft your honor, Domestic Fluff, Happy Ending)

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4. A )Hello, I am looking for a fic I read awhile ago. All I remember is that after the first siege, Wei ying take a-yuan away and runs away from the world. Lan zhan goes to find them and finds them in a cabin miles away from the cultivation world with a-yuan having a fever. They go see a doctor and i think Yanli was still alive and trying to find a way to bring wwx back home.

B) I am also looking for one I saw was ask, but couldn't find if it was found: it was a time travel, JC got back and found kid!WWC in Yiling, and somehow left him at BM. Then WQ, who also got back (JC doesn’t know that yet) takes him to her parents, and I think he grows up as a Wen. They both visit him through the years, and I think even LWJ shows up at some point.

Hopefully you can find them.

Thank you so mucb in advance @mariallia

4A)

FOUND? something left to save by androids_fighting93 (E, 57k, wangxian, Canon Divergence, No Bloodbath of Nightless City, JYL Lives, Not Everyone Dies AU, Hurt/Comfort, single dad WWX, Sick Character, Golden Core Reveal, the lightest d/s dynamic if you squint, handjobs, Anal Sex, Canon-Typical Dynamics)

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5. Hello! I lost a fic series I read here in Tumblr, please help me find either the fic or the author!

What I remember is;

• Imperial!Lan. Prince Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian(of Jiang Family) have an arrange marriage.

• Wei Wuxian is already in love with Prince Wangji and tries to be the best consort possible, but Prince Wangji doesn't quite like him (yet)

•There was a war. LWJ had to go fight, and WWX secretly went after him (as an archer, he watched LWJ's back)

• LWJ fell in love with WWX through the course of the war

• After their victory, on their way back home, there was an assassination and WWX shielded LWJ from sword/arrow. There were 2 possible ending...

• Happily Ever After! WWX survived his wounds and they got married and had Ayuan afterwards.

• Tragic Ending! WWX died, entered the city in coffin lauded as a hero. Jiang Cheng got mad at LWJ and went to his house to kill him. JC found out that LWJ went crazy and still thinks and acts as if WWX is alive.

I really like this series and was so heartbroken when I couldn't find it anymore. I remember the other works of this author is also good reads, highly recommended 👌

FOUND? rebuttable presumption by sarah-yyy

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6. Looking for a Wangxian modern AU office meet-cute involving double-mistaken identity hijinks & shenanigans @olimlacus

Does WWX call LWJ mistakenly thinking he is the IT guy ? (LWJ is actually the head of the IT department. WWX is a downtrodden graphic designer for the same company)

FOUND? 🧡 Hello, IT. Have You Tried Turning It Off and On Again? By overmountainandmeadow (T, 65k, WangXian, Modern AU, Office, Modern office AU, IT Director! LWJ, Graphic Designer! WWX, Father!LWJ, Fluff, Mutual Pining, Slow Burn, Juniors as interns, Light Angst, Mistaken Identity, Identity Porn, Rabbits, Cloud Recesses as a company, Happy Ending, Single Parent LWJ)

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7. Hello,

thank you for your great work. 💖

I'm not sure which tag would fit my search because I only remember few things.

WX or LZ has the idea that Gusu and the Cloud Recesses are big enough that nobody would realize when the Wen remnants would resettle there. I think some become farmers, other new members of the Lan clan and WX + A-Yuan move in with LZ.

I think there is also a scene with LX who is basically 😳🤯 because LZ told him nothing about his new family and so he still believes the Lin rumours.

I have no idea if it is an one-shot or a longer story. My ideas to search for it on Ao3 were too bad so I hope you can help. 😌

Thank you in advance for your work and help. 🌸🦋🐇 @dream-about-dancing

FOUND! 🔒💖 (💙) Paths untaken by apathyinreverie (T, 6k, wangxian, LSZ & WWX, canon divergence, fix-it, fluff, not cultivation world friendly, smitten LWJ)  

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8. Hi! I am looking for a fic where everyone thinks Wei Wuxian died, but he actually didn’t. He tries to hide away, thinking it is for the best that everyone move past him, but he can’t help feeling awful when he sees Lan Zhan’s grief. So WWX pretends to be a water spirit ghost, and he pops up in lakes and streams near Lan Zhan so that the two can talk. They meet here and there when Lan Zhan goes out for night hunts or conventions and the like. Eventually Lan Zhan begins spending all his time at the shore so that he can stay with Wei Wuxian's "ghost", and Lan Xichen thinks his brother has gone insane with grief. I would love love love to read this again if anyone can point me in the right direction! Thank you for your help!!

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9. Hi!! Im looking for a fic where wanxian was betrothed at a young age, and there was also a curse or a prophecy that prevented wwx from showing his face to anyone (he wore a silver mask - the summary talked about this i think). anyways, once wanxian got married, for a mysterious reason (had not been revealed in the fic yet), lwj completely ignores wwx, wont let him take off his mask, and works with wq on some project. however, everyone thought wq/lwj were having an illicit affair. wwx is hurt by the unfaithfulness and the coldness of the family he married into. i think he either leaves or gets himself banished (dont remember) and lives with someone (jiang yanli maybe, she was definitely there, but there might have been an oc character - dont remember) in an isolated manor for a while, until the wens attack. then he defends the area he lives in (probably yiling tbh), and is called back to the lans so that he might be honored. he didnt want to go though due to his previous humiliation at their hands, but has no choice in the end.

i think that is where the fic "ended" for me, as it was unfinished. i also remember one distinct scene, which is wen qing coming to see wwx in his banishment(?), and has lwj's headband with her, which upsets wwx. furthermore, there were hints in the plot that lwj was being controlled by something (vines, maybe) and is having wq (doctor) treat him. jiang yanli also shows up a good amount.

the fic was >500 kudos, >100000 words, and unfinished (both might have increased since i read it, however, and the fic mightve been completed. The kudos and wc are also estimates in my memory). it was a lot of hurt, little comfort, heavy angst. if it is still unfinished and unupdated it would have been probably last updated in 2021/2022. if you know of it, it would be great help! Thank you in advance! @eviichee

FOUND! Should be the deleted "A Price To Pay" by wangxianist. It's not on the Wayback Machine, but it is in this Google Drive Folder

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10. Hello! I couldn't find this so this is where it starts, it's lan wangji going bat shit insane after wei wuxian dies and I remember he ruled the cultivation world and he killed Jiang Cheng and meng yao, also nie huisang was the one who summoned wei wuxian because he wants lan wangji either to continue to rule or be happy, I remember wei wuxian going to the cloud recesses confused because everyone was talking about lan wangji.

FOUND? A Matter of Time by mrcformoso (E, 41k, wangxian, Time Travel Fix-It, POV LWJ, POV JC, Dark LWJ, Top LWJ/Bottom WWX, LWJ goes crazy, Manipulation, Grooming, Except LWJ and WWX are physically the same age, but LWJ kept his 30 year old mind, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, Consensual Underage Sex, Except problematic please read warning in first chapter, Blood and Violence, Insane LWJ, Manic LWJ, Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, Conditioning, Come Eating, Come Swallowing, Anal Fingering, WWX is a Lan, Minor Character Death, Golden Core Reveal, Good Friend NHS, WWX Isn’t Adopted by the Jiangs, Abusive Jiang Family, Jiang Family Bashing, POV NHS, Dark NHS, Anal Sex, Marathon Sex, Dual Cultivation, Horny WangXian, Qingheng-jun Lives, LWJ Has a Big Dick, WWX Self-Lubricates, Plot Twists, Porn With Plot, Lanling Jin Sect Bashing, Scheming NHS, Manipulative NHS, BAMF LWJ, BAMF WWX, BAMF NHS, Burial Mounds Lore, Sentient Burial Mounds, Married WangXian, Adopted LSZ, Breathplay, Dark WWX, Yandere LWJ, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat) I am not sure and I don't remember Jiang Cheng's death, but the description sounds similar

FOUND? 💖 demons run when a good man goes to war by Miranda_Aurelia (T, 20k, WangXian, LWJ & NHS, JYL/JZX, Happy Ending, Angst, Canon Divergence, NHS and LWJ being bros, Probably not JGY friendly, Don't Mess with NHS's brother, Dark LWJ, NHS doesn't believe in letting ethics get in the way of results, Revenge, (presumed) major character death, also not really LXC friendly) Hi, the May 12 fic finder #12 is definitely not A Matter of Time. I didn’t send the ask but while the beginning is similar, it’s a time travel fic with everyone being dead needed in order for Lan Zhan to go back in time. Wei Ying is technically never summoned in the fic. Lan Zhan goes back to change everything after taking Wei Ying home after the rattle drum scene - Sorry I think I sent my message without finishing. It was for #10 of May 12 fic finder. I was saying it might be a few different fics or a mixed memory of them. Like there was one where Lan Zhan ended up killing Jiang Cheng and Jin Ling to get back in Time. Demons run when a good man goes to war has Lan Zhan becoming kind of like the emperor of the cultivation war I think and Wei Ying shows up at the end alive. I’m too invested in this now whoops

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11. Hi! For the fic finder, I am trying to find a fic where after nightless city, WWX is captured rather than killed, and he ends up being imprisoned, I think by the Nie, eventually? I do remember that no one feeds wwx because they assume he can keep himself alive with his golden core (they might have did something to his mouth to keep him from whistling?) and that he nearly dies. Thank you in advance!

FOUND? 🔒❤️ whipstitch by curiositykilled (M, 131k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Dysfunctional Family, Torture, WWX Lives, but basically no one else, Case Fic, Cultivation Sect Politics, Past Abuse, WWX Whump, YLLZ WWX, JL Needs a Hug, JL Tries, Yunmeng Bro Reconciliation, Past Character Death, Body Horror, Non-Consensual Body Modification, POV Alternating, Flashbacks, Eventual Happy Ending, Heavy Angst, Suicide Attempt, PTSD, Depression, Not A Fix-It, Mouth Sewn Shut)

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12. Hii, I'm looking for a fic I read a while ago that I thought I saved but that was not the case so now it's lost and I can't find it😭. It's a modern Au fic in Wich if I'm not wrong Lz and wxx meet in an airport because they're flies got cancelled , I think they were going to different places but anyway. I don't recall why they ended up in a hotel that night, more specifically in the same room, the thing is that they discovered they were fated mates so that kind of triggered their heats, they fucked like 3 days straight or something like that and were all in love with each other, they bonded I think, although I'm not pretty sure. The end of the fic is they go separate ways to do what they were supposed to do and then it shows they got married and Wxx is either pregnant or with a baby or toddler A-yuan.

If you can help me find this fic I would appreciate it very much, thanks!♥️ @anonimtak

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13. hiiiii im looking for this greek mythology au where lwj is the god of flowers (persephone) and wwx is the god of the underworld (hades) and i dont remember much but i know lwj kissed him while he wore a blindfold and it was also quite smutty @ashxi-wx

FOUND? Flowers Blooming in the Dark by TheLegendOfChel (T, 64k, WangXian, Gods & Goddesses, Inspired by Hades and Persephone (Ancient Greek Religion & Lore), Ancient Greek Religion & Lore Fusion, but it’s still in a xianxia/wuxia setting, Pining, Mutual Pining, Courtship, Forbidden Love, Hades and Persephone AU, Kidnapping, Kind Of, Smitten LWJ, Smitten WWX, Fluff, Courting Rituals, Secret Relationship, Minor XuanLi, Minor ChengSang, references to wwx’s canonical kinks, Child LSZ, Tooth-Rotting Fluff)

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14. Excuse me, but could you please help me find a Post-Canon Wangxian fic? One where they go into the desert and fight against mummies? Possibly inspired by the Ben Frasier Mummy movies? Please and thank you. Have a good day. 👍 @kaitou-cure-prism12

FOUND! Bitter Plants Bearing Sweet Fruit by Kryal (M, 83k, WangXian, graphic depictions of violence, canon-typical horror elements, Worldbuilding, Desert, Misuse of Historic Setting, Original Character Death(s), Case Fic, aftermath of canon, ridiculously long author notes, Established Relationship, Nothing Explicit But Shameless Innuendo)

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15. Hi! I've been scouring the blog and ao3 alike but I can't seem to find a really specific wangxian fic and I was hoping ya'll could help me out. It was essentially a horror, demon (or spirit) possession fic where Lan Zhan gets possessed. I think it was established relationship but I'm not sure, but it definitely ends with smut. It was pretty creepy and I'd love to read it again. Thanks a bunch! @just-some-person-with-a-blog

FOUND? 🔒 Vagabond by xantissa (E, 65k, WangXian, Slow Burn, Mystery, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Frottage, Case Fic, murders, Supernatural, Angst, Fluff, those two are so in love it hurts, Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, badass LXC, Canon-Typical Violence, topLWJ, Bottom LWJ) but Wei Ying returns to Cloud Recesses post-canon in the hopes of starting a relationship with Lan Zhan (they're not in an established relationship to begin with).

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16. so i want to find a fic. all i remembered wass that lwj (hgj) married the yllz. this fic is a shifter AU so dragon lwj and huli jing yllz, at the time they married, wwx shift to a woman and always wear his veil. but a night bc he thought that lwj cant see him in the dark (it was explained that drgaons has a night sight so he can see in the dark) he took off his veil and sleep beside lwj, he also shift back to become a man (this is a probaility, i dont remember that much). In the end, bc lwj already know it's wei ying he confronted him, and they live happily ever after. it was either arranged or of convinient bc wwx is yllz ok, so he is like a war prize ig. thank you for your hardwork bb!

FOUND? 💖 Paths of Light and Darkness Converge by ataratah (E, 30k, WangXian, Marriage of Convenience, Animal Transformation, gender non-conforming mythological creature, Non-Human Genitalia, Secret Identity, Crack Treated Seriously, Fluff and Angst, Mythical Beings & Creatures, Happy Ending, Everyone Lives, Fox WWX, Dragon LWJ, Genderfluid Character, WWX can change gender, but uses masculine pronouns, Double Penetration in One Hole, LWJ & WWX's canonical pregnancy kink, discussion of planned future pregancy, no actual pregnancy or mpreg, Supportive LQR, Canon-Typical Violence)

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17. Hello! A request for a Fic Finder. I suddenly remembered, i am quite sure, a short twt thread where there was a comparison between Wangxian and the Sun and the Moon, but not the more common one.

Lan Zhan was compared to the Sun, radiant to the point of being blindning, grandiose and impossible to look at for a long time, steady and always here for those looking for warmth and protection, the first to wake up at the dawn and the first to go to sleep at the same time in the night.

Wei Ying was compared to the Moon - also shining, but possible to always seek out and stare at, lightning the way for everyone in the dark of the night, always fluttering around the Sun (his Lan Zhan) on its orbit and always following it (him) around.

I remember the thread being short and concentrated fully on this comparison. It could have an answer to another thread where Wei Ying was the Sun and Lan Zhan the Moon or had this said in the first post as the base for the thread about another opinion. Please help me find it, it was so sweet and lovely, i really hope it is still out here or maybe even turned into AO3 story ❤️🥺 @shellennium

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18. hiiiii im looking for this one modern BJ Alex au of wangxian @ashxi-wx

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19. Hello again! Thank you as always for the hard work! As usual, I checked the compilations first, but I still couldn't find what I'm looking for. It's a fic where Wei Wuxian is a merman or jiaoren, but for some reason I remember he got injured and had to stay in a lake in Caiyi where LWJ visited (or maybe guarded?) him and that's how they fell in love. I remember Su She was there and either wanted WWX or was jealous of him, and I think the fic might have been rated G or T? That's everything I remember, I think. Thank you and have a great week!

FOUND? 🔒 Secrets of Yunmeng’s Lotus Lakes by Cy_an_Blue (M, 73k, WangXian, one-sided SS/WWX, A/B/O, Omega WWX, Mermaid WWX, Cultivator LWJ, Younger WWX, Younger LWJ, teenage WWX, teenage LWJ, No War AU, Non-Traditional A/B/O Dynamics, Falling In Love, Getting Together, Interspecies Romance, Interspecies Relationship(s), Interspecies Awkwardness, Injury Recovery, Injury, Blood and Injury, accidental injury, Accidental Stabbing, Cultivation Accidents, Near Death, Near Death Experiences, waterborne abyss, Kidnapping, Non-Explicit Torture, Mentions of major injury, People are evil, people are greedy bastards, Fluff, Attempted Sexual Assault, SS being ick, Courtship, Courting Rituals)

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20. Hi, I’m looking for a fic where canon divergence after I think the Xuanwu of Slaughter Wei Wuxian gives birth to a baby boy, and gives the care over to Wen Yuans mother. He gave birth under Wen Qings care. And after the war he goes and gets both children from the labor camps and claims both children are his and Lan WangJi’s at the Jin banquet and that is how he frees the Wens.

If you could find it that would be very appreciated. @scrumptiouseclipseponyllama

FOUND? Take Responsibility by draechaeli (E, 187k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Mainly Novel with a few CQL and Donghua bits, Everybody Lives, Original Children Characters, Adoption, Adoption but WWX birthed them all, Mpreg, Teen Pregnancy, Pregnancy Kink, Male Lactation, Lactation Kink, Consensual Non-Consent, Light Bondage, Pregnant Sex, easy to skip nsfw chapters, Fix-It, Happy Ending)

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[yourstrulynameless]

1k word cyphmen ficlet with the crack title “do you love the color of the omen” but its actually about how cypher holds an unmatched reverence for both omen’s broken body and the way that omen himself copes with it that will make you stay up until 3 am sobbing and screaming and clawing at the walls

(Its cleavetheclover btw, tumblr wont let me submit asks from that sideblog)

That’s crqzy. anywaey.

do you love the color of the omen // AO3

Cypher x Omen

1,000 words // Fluff // (Kinda)hurt/comfort // A lot of comfort // SFW body worship??? // My brain neurones activated from this ask

Wrapped once, then twice, then again, and again. Dutifully, the bandage is strained and stretched till its fibres begin to ache. They covered what Sage called flesh, but Omen has never once seen it as such. He called it broken, he called it mangled, he called it void. Never had he called it flesh. Cypher hoped one day he would.

“Here,”

Cypher sat down next to Omen, who was hunched over on his bed.

“Let me help you with that.”

He took the second roll of bandages from Omen’s freshly wrapped hand before there could be any retort.

Omen stared at Cypher’s bare hands, thoughts swirling in his head. Usually, his bandages were a personal matter aside from the occasional help from Sage (or, long ago, Viper). He couldn’t understand why Cypher enjoyed took pleasure tolerated touching his mass of shadows. It was certainly an odd feeling compared to the more natural texture of flesh.

“Arm.”

Cypher gently demanded. Omen complied sluggishly, looking away as if he were embarrassed by the situation.

His hand supported Omen’s wrist from below, his thumb wrapped around and over. With even the lightest pressure, the shadows seemed to bend and give way, curling over his fingers and palm. He could feel his hand lightly sink into Omen and with it a stronger drop in temperature. There were streaks that shadows missed where Cypher could see below Omen’s ‘skin’. A blue radiant body, a core of jade, a miracle and a curse, lay below the darkness. Barely stable enough to hold together, violent enough to shift and crack and reform at every moment. It was beautiful, and it was only a glimpse.

Well, that was until the shadows seemed to solidify and compress more tightly, concealing the blue under it. Cypher blinked, then looked at Omen.

“You’ve been staring for three minutes,”

Omen strained in a whisper. Not in anger, not in annoyance.

“It’s making me uncomfortable.”

In anxiety.

Cypher’s lips parted, but he didn’t exactly know what to say. So he huffed a small laugh and curled his lips into a soft smile instead. He turned his attention back to Omen’s arm and began to wrap the roll of bandages around his wrist. Tightly, of course. Just as Omen liked it.

“Sorry, I couldn’t help myself.”

Over then under, then around the palm, then back over the wrist, then the palm once more.

“Your body is just so…”

He trailed off as he continued wrapping over the wrist again, failing to find the right English or Darija words for it.

“Disgusting.”

Omen filled in the blank. He stared at the mass of darkness Cypher held onto, with the streaks on his face burning in self-loathing.

Cypher frowned and paused. With one hand, he kept the bandage’s progress in place. The other laid its fingertips on top of Omen’s forearm. Slowly, he traced up.

“Relax for me, yes?”

Omen tried his best to comply.

The shadows on his arm loosened, swirled, and momentarily wound around Cypher’s fingers as they grazed and parted the dark. He pressed his palm and fingers against Omen and stroked his upper arm towards his shoulder, then back down to his forearm. It was a gentle motion, and Omen couldn’t ignore the look of love and praise in Cypher’s eyes. He couldn’t ignore the shape of his mouth. He especially couldn’t ignore when Cypher dipped his head down to place a kiss directly on his forearm before he rested his cheek against it.

“I could never find you disgusting, dear.”

Omen was caught in Cypher’s gaze.

“Promise me you’ll take care of this, of you, even when I can’t?”

Trapped in that look, Omen felt as his lungs betrayed him. Never had it been so hard to focus, to pull himself together, in all his memory. He placed a hand over Cypher’s curls and ran his fingers through them slowly.

“I can promise to try.”

Cypher closed his eyes.

“That’s all I need.”

With his ear pressed against Omen’s arm, he didn’t quite hear a human pulse. It wasn’t a thump but rather the sound of waves. Not like the sea or any body of water, but of what Cypher could only describe as pure energy, and along with it, a light hum. The sound was soothing like brown noise one would use as a lullaby. Maybe if he weren’t still gripping the half-wrapped bandage so tightly, he could actually fall asleep like this. He sighed, both pleased with the experience and disappointed that it couldn’t last forever.

As soon as he moved even a millimetre, Omen removed his hand from his head, and Cypher sat up straight again. He continued wrapping Omen’s arm tightly, knowing well there wasn’t a ‘too tight’ when it came to Omen.

“There is a beauty concealed by these bandages you refuse to see,”

Around and up the forearm.

“There is an honour I feel when I spot it,”

Around and up the upper arm.

“And if ‘the body is a temple’ as the saying goes,”

And secured shut when the roll ran out.

“Then, Omen, let me worship you.”

Omen flexed and shut his hand, testing Cypher’s work. It was perfect despite this being the first time Cypher had bandaged him before. Omen huffed.

“Must you always be so cheesy?”

Cypher chuckled and found his hand intertwined with Omen’s.

“You find it endearing, don’t you?”

Omen stayed silent at that and looked to the mirror in front of them, staring at their reflection. Cypher followed his gaze.

Omen couldn’t ignore it. That look on Cypher’s face. He couldn’t ignore how his eyes had traced over his body more intimately than his hands ever had. He couldn’t ignore how Cypher had learned to keep extra-long bandages in his room just for him. He couldn’t ignore how both gently and tightly Cypher had held him before. No, he realised he never could, and now, he never will. He’ll never ignore that unforgettable look. That look of love.

[kestisvrse]

making up for lost time

pairing ⋆ harry osborn (ps5) x gn!reader. angst, fluff. crushing.

synopsis ⋆ harry comes to visit you after being m.i.a for a year.

warnings ⋆ cringe rizz, anxious, first time writing. | wc: 0.6k

everyone has those days were they wake up and can just sense somethings going to happen that day, and living in new york city with a literal superhero swinging around, the feeling was often correct.

today… today was different. it was like a pit in your stomach you get as a kid the night before christmas, the excitement of santa coming in your house to put presents under the tree kind of feeling.

which was odd, because it was around six now, sun almost set as golden hues set along the buildings of new york. unlocking your apartment door you huffed slightly, the anxious feeling for nothing ruined your day, filled you with paranoia.

setting your things down you head for the kitchen to grab any leftovers and plop down on the couch to watch a show to relax, but that moment of peace was quickly interrupted. furrowing your brows as a knock appeared at your door, setting your food back on the table and rising from your seat you shuffled towards the door.

unlocking the door you are met with harry osborn, a face you hadn’t seen in over a year besides the photos tapped in your room and in your camera roll.

he stood there grinning, auburn hair a little messy, like he had been running against the wind, the lightest freckles covering his face that could be missed easily, but you remembered them vividly. he wore a grey henley with a army green jacket, and before you could observe the rest of his outfit you were interrupted.

“i didn’t think i was that good looking” harry teased, you snapped your eyes up to meet his, your cheeks turning slightly pink from embarrassment

“harry.. hi” you muttered out

“hi” his giant grin faded to a small smile “i have a lot to tel- explain to you.” he said looking to his shoes, slightly shifting his weight onto one foot

you nodded, even though he wasn’t looking at you to see it, stepping to the side for him to walk in. he looked around, admiring how well the apartment resembled you.

“mj told me” he turned around and furrowed his brows “that… that you weren’t in europe.”

“right” he cleared his throat, taking a seat on your couch

“i wish you had told me.. i know i wouldn’t have been able to be with you but it would have helped, rather than texting you every week.” he fiddled with his fingers as you sat next to him

“i’m sorry. i wish i had, but i j…just couldn’t” he replied, you nodded looking down at his nervous hands, reaching forward to grab onto one “i didn’t want you to see me like that.”

“it’s okay, i just… i missed you. you do look great though, by the way.” a lopsided smile appearing on your face

“i knew you were checking me out”

“you are ruining the moment” you giggled pushing him slightly with your shoulder, hands slowly weaving together

“i can’t say much, you are still as beautiful as ever” he flirted, a nervous smile appeared on your face as pink tinted your cheeks

“still such a flirt.” you hummed, he shrugged, “god i missed you so much” you chuckled, tears threatened to spill from your eyes just from the shock of it all

“oh please don’t cry” he brought a hand up to wipe away a fallen tear, “i’m here again. and i am healthy” you nod and smile at him, wiping away stray tears with your free hand.

“any plans tonight? want to have those silly movie nights we used to have?” you beamed

“i would be an idiot to deny such a request” harry joked, quickly admiring your features

you smiled at each other, just sitting in each others presence after a year had been taken away from you.

first time writing sorry its bad LOL

[ursemma]

You're the best thing that's ever been mine!

Mattheo Riddle × fem!reader

Warning: trauma, angst, mention of knifes, alcohol, domestic fight, Pansy being a bitch, overthinking mention of depression and anxiety, loneliness, fluff, reassurance. Let me know if I missed anything (Happy ending!)

Post Hogwarts

Summary: basically based on Taylor Swift's Mine song.

'Do you remember, we were sittin' there by the water?

You put your arm around me for the first time

You made a rebel of a careless man's careful daughter

You are the best thing that's ever been mine'

Being a guarded person never in my life I thought I would sneak out, that too in the middle of night with Mattheo Riddle, but here I'm sitting by a lake with him, being wrapped around his arms, it's safe to say he brings out a rebel in me and I feel safe with him.

Flash forward, and we're takin' on the world together

And there's a drawer of my things at your place'

Fast forward one year later, we left the town and I moved in with him, he had a place in the town we're staying at. It was our first year anniversary and I bought a cake for him and a watch as a gift. "Matty I'm home." I announced as I kept the cake on the table. Hearing no response I decided to look for him in our bedroom and there he was and there's a drawer of my things at his place and that is open I think I know what's going on.

'You learn my secrets and you figure out why I'm guarded

You say we'll never make my parents' mistakes'

The horror flushed into my eyes as I saw him reading my diary. I've written my entire childhood in that. How my father was alcoholic and how he used to neglect us, how my mother was so busy in work that she basically forgot she had a kid, how my parents reckless and careless behaviour made me so gaurded, how lonely I was my entire childhood that led anxiety and depression at an early age and how pathetic and weak person I was. And how it led to sever attachment issues and fear of being abandoned.

"w-what are you doing with that?" I asked him while carefully trying to read his expression hoping I wouldn't find a glimpse of disgust. Being an overthinker I can't help but think of worst of everything.

"why didn't you tell me?" He asked with curiosity. "Tell you what?" I tried to play it cool but I knew I lost.

"Don't. Don't do that. open up to me, I want to know everything of you y/n/n. Every peice of you. From your worst moments to your proudest, embarrassing to your happiest, darkest to your lightest. Every single thing. And I can't do that if you won't let me." He replied with a serious gaze and that truly made me break.

"what do you want to know? That my father abandoned us and went to exile and suddenly appeared when I was what like 13? And he used to come home drunk and every day I used to witness him and mom fighting every fucking night? Which used to remind me when I was just a fucking toddler my uncle used to do the same the only difference was that my uncle and aunt used to have a fucking knife pointed at each other. My mom trying to be a perfect mother she is neglected me by drowning herself into work. I was all alone witnessing everything with no one by my side. Scared from everything I used to lock up in my bedroom. I had no friends not even in school. I was bullied by my ex and his friends just because I broke up with him. I didn't had anyone to rely on. My fucking friends left me at my worst mattheo. Is that want you want to hear? how pathetic i am??. I replied while breaking down and he wrapped his arms around me while comforting me.

"first you're not pathetic. Second yes. I want to hear all of it every little detail of your life. If you don't tell me what hurted you how am I going to help you heal? I want to be their for you. In every step in your life I want to be their with you. And remember it's not your fault. And we'll never make your parents mistake. I'm not abandoning you or leaving you. You're never gonna get rid of me, you get tired? Sleep. And when you're feeling okay come back to me. The minute you agreed to be my girlfriend was the minute it was decided it's gonna be till death do us apart." He softly reassured me and that's what I needed to hear. For someone to tell me that it's not my fault. That they are going to be their for me. That it's ride or die.

'Do you remember, we were sittin' there by the water?

You put your arm around me, for the first time

You made a rebel of a careless man's careful daughter

You are the best thing that's ever been mine'

Me and Matty laid down on our bed and I told him every single detail of my life. And suddenly he spoke "do you remember our first date?" "Oh yes! You took me to the lake and we were sitting by the water!!" I exclaimed as i remembered the memory. "Yeah I can't believe that you snuck out for me" he chuckled. "Yeah and now I ran away with you and left the town" I replied with amusement. "I can't believe that I made a rebel of a careless man's carefull daughter and you're the best thing that's ever been mine."

I looked into his eyes as he said those words and saw nothing but sincerity. "You're the best thing that's ever been mine too, Matty, and I would break thousands of rules if it means spending every second of my lifetime with you." He looked at me smiled and pulled me in for a kiss. "Oh yeah?? Where's my rule following good girl i kinda missed her" he teased me and started to tickle me. "Oh my god Matty stop" i giggled and we spent the night cuddling in eachothers arms.

It's been two years since that incident and me and Mattheo grew up alot more as a couple. I heard his friends are in town and we're going to meet them. "Hiee I'm Lorenzo but you can call me Enzo it's nice to meet you mattheo talks alot about you whenever we meet or calls or text" he excitedly introduced himself.

So I met Theodore, Blaise, Enzo and Draco and they all were friendly, i already like them. As we were about to eat a girl introduced herself, "oh you can't be eating without me can you?" She looked over us and suddenly the table went silent.

"hey I'm Pansy Parkinson, Mattheo's e-" as she was about to complete the sentence "friend. She's our friend." Draco quickly answered. "Oh come on Draco you wouldn't want her to know how me and Mattheo used to smoke late night and cuddle up together? Is that what friends do? How we used to party till late forgetting about the world." Pansy spoke with a smirk and i already got a mean girl vibe from her. I looked over to mattheo and was glaring at her I was hoping for a explanation but was met with a silence.

"oh come on theo scoot over i heard this was a friends reunion and i wasn't invited" she said while taking a seat. "This was a meet up of the boys with my girlfriend pansy and it was better off without you, and i think by not inviting you clearly gives a massage that I didn't wanted you to be here" Mattheo spoke while shooting draggers at her. "Oh come on Mattheo did you forget i was always a party crasher?" She replied by throwing a wink at him.

The entire dinner went silently and I got up and went to restroom to wash my hands "oh comeon do you really think Mattheo loves you?" I heard pansy's voice. "I mean you are completely opposite of his type. You don't party, you don't smoke, you don't dress up, you aren't even that pretty and comeon you aren't even that confident. And trust me Mattheo is known Playboy, if you ask any girl from our school 8 out of 10 girls has dated him. He can't keep a girl longer and you're nothing but another experiment for him" As she spoke insecurity started to crawl up my skin. I mean she was right wasn't she, he has a reputation to keep, he would leave me if he find a better one, and i being myself would be left alone just like always. I'm not pretty enough, i don't do anything he likes, I don't smoke, i don't drink infact i hate alcohol, I lack confidence, I'm weak, I'm fragile, I'm pathetic. "Yeah you're right." With that i left the restroom.

I stared to think about everything she said and don't know how but I ended up at the nearest park.

'And I remember that fight, 2:30 AM

As everything was slipping right out of our hands

I ran out, crying, and you followed me out into the street'

I didn't realised it was 2:30 Am I looked at my phone and there were 80+ missed calls and 150+ msgs from Mattheo, there were 50+ calls and msgs from his friends. "Shit" cursing my self I decided to go home. "Y/n/n is that you??" Mattheo exclaimed with relief as he saw me leaving the park. I was about to exit but he came towards me.

"Where were you why weren't you answering calls and massages and what happened to you?" He asked me scanning my face. " A- as you can see I- I was at the park and m-mattheo after thinking alot I- I think it's best if we-" i stuttered while speaking. 'pathetic. Can't even speak without fumbling. Pansy was right he'll get tired of me.' the devil in me spoke. "If we what?" He spoke being dead serious. "I-if if we broke up." I gathered the courage and spoke it looking at my feet.

"don't you dare. Don't you dare to think of breaking up just bcoz 'you thought alot.' and where is this coming from?." He spoke angrily. "Don't you see? This isn't working and it won't. There are alot of girls better than me. I'm not like you Mattheo. I don't party, I don't smoke, I hate alcohol, I'm not like you. I don't like being in a crowded place. I'm not the one you want. Pansy was right about it Mattheo and on top you've a reputation to keep you'll get tired of me eventually." I hated how I sounded, I hate how this was taking place moreover I hated how it was falling apart.

Braced myself for the goodbye

'Cause that's all I've ever known

Then you took me by surprise

You said, "I'll never leave you alone"

"i think it's better if we parted our ways." I countinued i was met with a silence for a minute and I spoke "wh- why aren't you saying anything?" "Are you done?" That was his answer. "Are you done speaking nonsense? And care to give me a chance to speak?" "Yes I'm done you can say." I replied while trying to sound composed.

"I've changed since I met you. My life then was chaotic and it brought me nothing but destruction. I partied, drank, smoke to drown my sorrow, I changed girls like cloth just for pleasure. But after everything went down with my father and all I changed. I was in highschool then y/n/n. I was a whole different person, I changed the town to move on, to move on with you, to become a better person, and other girls out there they aren't you. I want you. And i don't care about them okay? I care about you. I'll never get tired of you. And trust me I'll never leave you alone. Fuck what pansy said I don't care. the reason I didn't wanted you to meet her wasn't that I still want her it was the fact that I knew she'll pull a stunt like this. And about confidence, it takes time you haven't completely healed, and we're working on that, and I'm there for you. I don't think you're pathetic and I don't care what other's think i love you and that's what matters and it's not your fault what happened with you." He hugged me as spoke those words and I believed him.

Do you remember, we were sittin' there by the water? You put your arm around me, for the first time.

You made a rebel of a careless man's careful daughter.

You are the best thing that's ever been mine.

Do you remember all the city lights on the water?

You saw me start to believe for the first time.

You made a rebel of a careless man's careful daughter.

You are the best thing that's ever been mine.

"And by the way, happy birthday." I looked at him in utter confusion, it's my birthday? Oh shit it is. "I knew you'll forget it" he rolled his eyes teasingly "oh comeon with everything going on you expect me to remember it." I replied playfully and suddenly he got on his knees I looked at him in confusion "so my beloved, as it's your birthday I want to give you a gift. A promise to always be with you in every step of your life, a promise to never leave, a promise to Cherise you forever, a promise to never hurt you , a promise to be with you till death do us apart. Y/n l/n will you marry me and do the honour to let me fulfill every promise I've made and accept my gift?" I looked at him stunned and it was dead silence and the only sound we could hear was of water running in the nearby fountain. "Oh comeon answer me and let me wife you up!!" He whined like a child. I chuckled and screamed "yes Matty I'll marry you!!" He slided the ring on my finger and hugged me we jumped like little kids and my inner child felt safe with him. I started to believe for the first time.

[emo-trash101]

Hii:3  so I've been reading your works and I LOVE them (especially the Ramshackle and Hazbin hotel <3) so I was wondering if yo could write an one shot about Stone with a Male! Reader about what it would be like to sleep with him (you know, cuddles and cuddles and stuff) I have a hc about skipp and vinnie trying to grab the blanket for them while they sleep (obviously not knowing) and i even see them half fighting and pulling the blanket at each other while they sleep and I feel like (of the three) stone is the lightest sleeper so you could say he suffers the most with that so reader help him fall asleep again? I'm sorry if I made it too long but I better leave it until here because then I start to extend more and in fact this is already extending more but my English is not so good and I had to use translator in several parts of this to make sure that if I wrote it well but anyway sorry for making it so long sorry again 

-🥸 (I love this emoji omg it looks so silly and goofy and it reminds me of me fHAHSJANAJANJSGDUSIWJAJJ)

Ofc I would love to write this! Also dw about your english, I understood it very well! I couldn't really find a good way to write it in one shot form (I'm so sorry 🙏🙏🙏) but if you want me to try and rewrite it just let me know!

Stone x M! reader

Pronouns: Second person, implied male

Tw: uhhh, too much fluff???

- So I'm gonna preface this by saying I don't think Stone is particularly touch starved(I know a lot of people headcannon him as being touch starved(no shade to them)), he just doesn't like touch very much.

- Like in several scenes we see him tell Skipp to not touch him or to let go off him.

- So I think cuddling would be a kind of thing where it's not often, unless it's like winter time or on of y'all is drunk off your ass.

- But I feel like Stone would be really cold in general.

- Like cold hands, cold feet, cold everything

- So idk if y'all like that but it's the truth.

- That being said, he's probably a blanket hog by accident and it turns into a fucking war just to not freeze to death.

- Also cuddling with him lowkey sucks. Like he's basically a sack of bones, and last time I checked that is not super duper comfortable.

- And then ofc, we have the lovely Vinnie and Skipp.

- They thought it would be silly to take away the blanket y'all were sharing (Cause no amount of alcohol can raise that man's body heat nearly enough to be comfortable)

- He obviously woke up (Because I agree, light sleeper Stone for the win!!!)

- And you wake up to people yelling at 2:00am (sounds just like home)

- But in all, do I think he dislikes cuddling, yes. Do I think he's freezing cold all of the time, yes. Do I think cuddling with him would probably be hella uncomfortable, also yes. But none of that should stop anyone.

- Go cuddle your angsty sickly victorian looking boy to your hearts content (dw I wanna cuddle with him too)

I just realized this lowkey sounds like pure Stone slander, I PROMISE I AM TOO A STONE SIMP I SWEARR 🙏🙏🙏

[darkwicks]

it’s so sweet, knowing that you love me

Everything feels better when Genji is with you.

( genji shimada x gender-neutral reader | ~0.8k words )

content: emotional hurt/comfort, some fluff, established relationship (can be read as either romantic or platonic, whichever you’d prefer :)) genji loves u <3

etc: divider by cafekitsune; tagging @angelshub @bitchcraftinc @enchantedforest-network @ghostqueue; cross-posted on ao3

“I have not seen you around recently.”

You look up to find Genji leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed over his chest. Quite some time has passed since you first met him. If you were younger, you would’ve jumped out of your skin at his unexpected arrival, but you didn’t. Instead, you didn’t bat an eye, far too jaded to be surprised by anything anymore.

“I’ve been busy,” you say.

Your words feel practised, dishonest, though they aren’t entirely false. Between the increasing Null Sector attacks and the pressure Soldier: 76 has been putting on you, time has felt like it’s been slipping out of your hands. You wish you could be as uplifting as Lena, or maybe as relaxed as Cassidy. It’s never been in your nature to relax, you suppose, having been raised in a disciplinarian family. Yet here you are, curled up in your blankets as you wallow in self-pity, looking the most pathetic you ever have in front of him. 

He doesn’t seem bothered by it, something you can’t decide whether to feel thankful or upset about. Guilt begins to seep into your system as he takes a seat on the edge of your bed. As if he can sense your spiral into pessimism—he probably can, he’s known you for long enough—he laces his fingers with yours, the metal cool against your skin.

A beat of silence passes.

“Genji?” 

He hums, waiting for you to continue.

“I’m sorry.”

You don’t like him seeing you in such a state. Genji caresses the back of your hand with his thumb, seemingly lost in thought for a moment. It’s hard to discern what he’s thinking. He’s been keeping his mask on more frequently, just out of habit, but a part of you wishes you could just see his eyes on you one more time.

“I know you didn’t mean to ignore me,” he speaks up, turning his head in your direction. “But I have missed you. That’s why I came here.”

You manage a weak smile. “I missed you too.”

“Cassidy has been asking for you as well.” There’s an amused lilt in his voice. “He said it’s sad not having his favourite sharpshooter around.”

That gets a chuckle out of you. “His favourite sharpshooter?”

“Yes. And mine too.”

Heat rises to your cheeks at how easily he says it. The fact that he’s holding your hand isn’t helping much, either. Still, it amazes you how a simple two words can make you feel the lightest you’ve ever been. You missed this. You missed him.

“Don’t say it like that,” you mumble, flustered. “I’m trying to mope, Genji.”

“I am not allowing it.” He lets go of your hand and you’re already missing his touch, your bottom lips slightly jutting into a pout at his sudden movement. It doesn’t last long, though, now that he’s shifted his position so he’s laying his head on your lap. “And I was only telling the truth.”

“Shut up.” There’s no actual malice in your words. Even without your other hand coming down to cup the side of his face, you think he knows that very well too. “You can’t just come in here and get me all soft and mushy, you know. You’re so mean.”

“I am mean?” he retorts in mock offence. “I tell you that I miss you, but I am mean.”

“Yeah. The meanest.” You giggle, bringing his hand up to your lips to press a gentle kiss on it. With a pleased sigh, you feel your worries ebb away and let yourself sink into the comfort he brings you. “I’ll probably come back tomorrow. I’m feeling better anyway—”

“You will come see me first, yes?”

You playfully nudge his head away, avoiding his gaze again because somehow it’s like second nature for him to make you feel this way. Like you’re a blushing protagonist of a romance story. In a last ditch attempt to keep your cool, you clear your throat and say in the most deadpan tone you can muster.

“Actually, I think I’ll see Winston first.”

“You would prefer him over me?” You can practically hear him sulking. “And you say that I am mean.”

You find yourself smiling at how natural it feels to fall back into this kind of rhythm with him despite all your setbacks and isolation. It makes your heart swell in joy, being cared for and understood by someone like him. 

“Hey, get up,” you urge him gently. He does so without question, though he still tilts his head at you curiously. You scoot forward, finally leaving the mass of blankets to throw yourself in his arms, pressing a kiss to where his cheek would be. “I love you, Genji.”

He lets out a content sigh. “I love you too. You don’t have to push yourself so hard.”

You fall into a comfortable silence. In the embrace of the one you love, you’re slowly lulled to a peaceful slumber until he speaks up again, this time sounding genuinely concerned.

“But you will come see me first tomorrow, right?”

Your laughter is all he hears.

[2dadsfromaz]

Platonic Prompt #46: “I love you. Yeah, for real.”

(not ship! tw for brief mention of alcohol and death but i promise this is the lightest most tooth-rotting fluff you can imagine)

He’s slouched on Impulse’s couch, ankle over his knee, and playing some kind of goofy racing game when the question springs out of him. “Hey, guess what?”

Impulse, sitting next to him, doesn’t move, except for his thumbs on the controller. “What?” he replies automatically, without taking his eyes off the tv.

“I love you.”

Impulse snorts.

“I’m serious!”

“Okay, dude.” It’s said through a chuckle.

“I’m not joking, man,” insists Skizz. “I do, and you need to know it.”

Impulse glances skeptically at the array of empty drinks and pizza-grease-stained dishes on the coffee table in front of them. “How many bottles is that exactly?”

Skizz is indignant. “I’m not drunk!”

Impulse squares his shoulders, and as he gets situated, he says lightly under his breath, “That sounds like what a drunk person would say.”

“I am not. I am stone cold sobe—well.” Skizz pauses, takes stock, and amends his statement. “I might be a little bit buzzed. But I’m dead serious, dude!” he insists as Impulse starts to laugh.

“Okay, Skizz, okay.”

“Are you gonna say it back?”

Impulse is quiet for a long moment. The only sound, aside from the tv, are his thumbs flicking on the controller. “I’m…still trying to figure out if there’s a catch to this,” he says slowly.

“There’s not a—!” Skizz exhales hard through his nose, like a snorting bull. Some gear is beginning to shift in his mind, and then it hits the accelerator. “Look, this is the problem. This is the problem, dude. We only say ‘I love you’ when it’s a joke, and that makes it sound like this whole thing is a joke, and it’s not.”

Impulse’s eyes are still on the tv—they’re in the middle of a race, after all—but Skizz can tell by the tone of his voice that something in his demeanor has changed. “Okay,” he says, slowly, as if he’s processing what Skizz is saying.

So he continues. “I love you, dude. I do. I have for a long time. And I’m not planning on it anytime soon, but I don’t wanna be up at the pearly gates just wishin’ I’d told my best buddy in the world that I care about him.”

When Impulse speaks, his voice is light with humor, but there’s a dead serious undertone to it. “You’re not allowed to die on me.”

”No, exactly, that’s what I’m saying.”

Impulse chuckles softly. “Yeah.”

There’s a pause.

Then Skizz asks, “So are you gonna say it back?”

Impulse hesitates for just a bit too long. “I—”

“You don’t have to. Well, you kinda have to.” Skizz can feel himself starting to grin. “I really put you in a bind here, didn’t I?”

“Yeah, you did!” Impulse explodes, his voice high with annoyance, but Skizz can tell that it’s an act and he just starts to laugh. “‘Cause now if I don’t say it back, I’m gonna be the one who’s a jerk!”

Skizz laughs even harder until it rises into a hoot, and Impulse—for all his feigned displeasure—eventually can’t keep it together for long enough and joins in.

(It’s that high giggle that he gets when he’s trying and failing not to laugh. It’s adorable.)

As the fit peters out, Skizz sighs, and his voice drops down to its normal register. “Seriously, dude, you don’t have to. I just had to get it off my chest.”

”No, no, you make a good point.” Impulse settles back on the couch, controller clicking, and he’s once again at ease. “We need to say it more often. I mean, imagine if we never told our wives that we love them.”

Skizz chuckles. “Oh, dude, I know, right?” As much as he loves every second he gets with Kevin Bubbles Malone Refrigerator Jimmy Madeye Dugan, he’d rather not sleep in his doghouse.

Impulse is still talking. “Or our kids?” he says. “I feel like it’s almost worse with kids. ‘Cause you have this opportunity to…” He gestures vaguely in the air with one hand. “To shape how they see themselves as people, as an individual person, and…man, if being loved isn’t a part of that, that can really mess someone up. For life, maybe.”

Skizz nods. “I totally agree, dude. And that’s the thing. You say it, you speak it into existence, in a way. Friendship isn’t different, dude. It’s the same.” He shakes his head for emphasis. “It’s just the same.”

Impulse’s voice is soft. “Yeah.”

Then, in his periphery, Skizz watches him sit up a little straighter, and he clears his throat. “So you know what I’m ‘speaking into existence’?” he says, with joking grandiosity, as if he’s making a show out of it.

Skizz chuckles. “What?”

“That I love you.” It’s said with a glance over at him, and a little smile, and a twinkle in those warm brown eyes.

Skizz throws his arms in the air, controller and all, and celebrates. “Eyyy! There it is!”

Impulse starts to laugh. In the corner of his eye, Skizz can see that he’s clearly a shade pinker than he was a moment ago, but he’s happy. Good. This was good.

They melt back into the rhythm of the game, sitting together in comfortable, easy-going silence, until Skizz deadpans:

“Will you still love me if I run you off the course right now?”

Impulse doesn’t miss a beat. “No.”

A/N: I guess this is my first Real Person Fic?? Idk. It kinda floats in this weird space of “half-youtube-persona/half-real-person because I’m fully aware that I don't know these people IRL but based on the way they present themselves online (and especially in the podcast) this is how I can imagine this conversation going down”. Which I guess is the definition of RPF but it still feels gross to say 😂 I’m gonna call this a dialogue test to see if I can get a handle on their cadence and just leave it at that lol

Anyway yes I wrote the “long list of my favorite platonic prompts” on my (now long dead) main blog a DINOSAUR’S AGE ago and now I am using it as inspiration for my own fic. The ciiiircle of liiiiife~

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The Outsider: Part 5

Hasil Farrell x Reader

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Smut, Swearing, Alcohol (Mostly Farrell Wine) Gun Violence, Broken Established Relationship, Cheating, Domestic Violence

- Part 4 Here -

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18+ Only

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Hasil’s long, roughened finger tips ran down the length of your stomach from your chest, resting against your underwear’s hem, as he looked down at you longingly, propped up on his arm on his side of the bed.

You lay in the afternoon sun that spilled through the dirty glass, eyes closed as it warmed you and his hands played with your soft skin.

“You’re so beautiful. When are you gonna let me marry you?” He grinned.

You let out a chuckle as your eyes shot open, “Hasil it’s only been a few weeks.”

“So? I know I love you more than I’ve loved any other thing before, isn’t that enough?” He leaned over you, his fingers stroking your jaw longingly.

“I love you too, Hasil… but I’m still technically married, legally, to Wyatt. I need to figure out how to get out of that one first without being beaten black and blue.” You sighed, sitting up and turning your back to him.

“‘Legally’ don’t mean a thing up here. Our way is the right way, marryin’ me will get rid of your Lostie Marriage, dissolve it away like paper in a heavy rain. Let me run the gauntlet for you.”

You let out a chuckle and looked at him over your shoulder, and you wished it were that simple. “Some day.” You agreed.

Truth was, you would trade your marriage to Wyatt for a marriage to Hasil in a heartbeat, no questions asked, but you still weren’t sure of where you stood on this Mountain, and just how long you could play happy families up here.

You got up and climbed out of bed suddenly, throwing on your linen dress.

“Where you goin’?” Hasil protested.

“I need to speak with your Bren’in.”

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You found G’win tending to her plants in her green house, and you wondered how she found the time to manage her people’s needs as well as continue her work as a healer.

You knocked gently on the open door, waiting for her to look up before you entered.

“Hi, Bren’in.” You smiled shyly.

You’d only spoken to her a handful of times since the night you arrived.

She held up a hand, “Please, call me G’win.”

You nodded, “G’win, I was hoping to have a word about my time here.”

She gestured for you to sit, so you did and she sat across from you, hands folded and waiting patiently. You took a deep breath.

“You and your people have been unbelievably kind to me since I’ve been here, but I know my time is limited.”

She didn’t speak, patiently waiting for you to go on.

You cleared your throat, “I was wondering… if there’s anything I can do to extend my stay, just for a bit longer until I can figure something out? I am happy to work, I don’t expect to stay here for free.”

Her eyes bore into yours so intensely you almost felt uncomfortable, shifting in your seat.

It was almost as if she was studying you, your soul and your entirety.

Then she finally spoke, “What are your intentions with our Hasil?”

You were almost taken aback by how brash the question was. “I… I love him. I’ve never felt a love like it.”

She nodded, standing from her seat. “I notice your wedding band is gone, have you fully renounced your former husband?” Her back was turned as she began snipping cuttings from larger plants.

“Yes, I don’t want anything to do with that life anymore. It was the darkest point of my existence, and this… here, with Hasil and with your kin, it’s the lightest I’ve ever felt. But I’m not sure I’m ready to face him yet to make it legal.”

She looked at you over her shoulder, a grin forming on her face.

“I can tell you love Hasil, and he loves you so intensely it would be cruel to send you away. I know if I did we’d lose him too… You can help me here, I’ll teach you to be a healer. If that suits you? Starting tomorrow.” She offered, and you were taken aback by the gesture, not having expected her to be so willing.

“Thank you, G’win.” You smiled, getting up from your seat, forcing down the excited squeal that threatened to spill.

She nodded to indicate you could leave, and you dipped in a curtsy, before turning to walk out of the greenhouse.

“Oh, Y/N?”

You turned back, “Yes, G’win?”

“This isn’t usual, and no Bren’in before me would ever have allowed it, so I need you to set a good example, or else everyone’s gonna think they can bring whoever they like up here, ok?”

You nodded and smiled at her gratefully, “You can count on me.”

Running back to Hasil’s cabin, excitement surged through you, relief like nothing you’d experienced before, that your time here or with Hasil was not limited after all. There was nothing holding you back.

You burst into the cabin, where Hasil had just began to dress, still shirtless and glowing from the night before. He turned to look at you, confusion plastered across his features.

You ran up to him and jumped into his arms with a squeal, peppering kisses across his surprised face.

“What’s this all about?” He chuckled, spinning you around.

“I can stay. I can stay Hasil.” You exclaimed excitedly. Hasil’s eyes widened and his arms tightened around you.

“You’re pullin’ my leg.”

You shook your head and pressed a long kiss to his lips. “I’m all yours, I’m not going anywhere.”

Hasil captured your lips again in a frenzied kiss, passionate and urgent.

When he pulled away, he had a grin on his face.

“Honey, I would have followed you down this mountain anyway.”

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Wade knew the moment Wyatt walked through the door of his office that he was in for a headache, and he preemptively popped two painkillers and swallowed them dry.

He already knew what he was going to say. He said the same thing every day since reporting his wife missing.

“There’s not much we can do, Wyatt. Not until we get a hit-“

“I told you, she’s up on Shay Mountain with those fuckin’ hillbillies!” Wyatt yelled over the desk at the Sheriff, someone he’d bullied for years in high school, and he wasn’t about to stop now. “It’s been 2 weeks. If you won’t go find her, Wade, you best believe I will, and I’ll have you out of a job!”

Wade rubbed his face, sighing in frustration because he knew Wyatt would, and if anything bad happened to him, his father would never let Wade live it down. He’d be ruined, more so than he already felt.

He rubbed his stubbled jaw as he looked up at Wyatt under the bright fluorescent lights. “You definitely saw her go up there?”

“Yes Wade, that’s what I’ve been tellin’ you! One of them fuckin’ Farrell fuckers turned up on my lawn the other week and beat me within an inch of my life.” Wyatt began to pace.

“Well why the hell didn’t you report that sorta thing?”

“She begged me not to!”

Wade’s face scrunched up, “She? Your wife?”

Wyatt nodded, “Says they’d become friends but… I think it’s more than that, he’s seduced her. I will kill him, Wade, once I find him. Anyone in my way too.”

Wade knew he meant it, and the last thing their town needed was a blood bath, especially with the Farrell’s. At least if he was there, he could stop Wyatt from making any mistakes in the blindness of his rage.

“Alright, fine. If you’re sure, I’ll get a party together and we’ll go up at dawn.”

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You floated down the mountain, your bare feet effortlessly finding mossy coverings like you’d known the mountain all your life, your hands brushing against trees as you followed the same route you had night after night since arriving on this mountain.

You weren’t there though, your eyes were open but you were somewhere else, deep down locked away in a dream as your legs carried you through the dark.

“Soon.” You murmured, “Have to prepare.”

Hasil wasn’t far behind, rubbing sleep from his eyes as he followed you closely, listening to your mumbling as he caught up with you.

“Hey…” he whispered, his hand enclosing around your upper arm gently as he turned you around, “Come on, let’s get you back to bed little lady.”

He dipped to scoop you up in his arms as he had done so many times now, but this time you held a hand out to stop him. “They’re coming.” You whispered, urgent, terrified.

Hasil looked at you for a moment, checking if you were still asleep. When he was sure you were, he nodded, “Ok, it’s okay… let’s get you to bed.”

Scooping you up in his arms, he began to carry you back up the mountain and you nuzzled into his neck, going back to sleep like you’d never even gotten out of bed in the first place.

Hasil placed you gently in bed and tucked the woven blanket around you. He didn’t get back into bed with you, though, and after stroking your hair and listening to your breathing return to the normal pattern he’d gotten so happily used to, satisfied you were out cold, he made his way to G’win’s cabin.

He knocked lightly, aware of the early hour, the sun barely making an appearance on the horizon. The door flew open and G’win looked at Hasil with groggy eyes.

“Cousin, is everythin’ alright?” She asked, concerned.

“I’m sorry to wake you, Bren’in… but there’s somethin’ urgent I need to speak with you about.”

G’win nodded, moving to the side and Hasil let himself in. “Where’s Foster?”

“There’s been some reports of town folk gatherin’ at the bottom of our land, they’re just out investigatin’.”

Hasil felt his body shake, and your premonition’s suddenly made sense. “Bren’in, I think my girl’s been tryna warn me about a war comin’ with the Losties.”

“What do you mean?”

“She’s been sleep walkin’ every night near enough, mumblin’ about preparin’ for someone or somethin’ comin’.”

G’win paced the dimly lit cabin, “She didn’t say what?”

Hasil shook his head, but they both knew.

“Her husband’s comin’ to take her back.” G’win stated solemnly, something they knew would happen sooner or later.

“With all due respect, Bren’in… that man lost all right to call himself her husband the moment he laid hands on her.” Hasil straightened, the word sending anger up his spine.

“Maybe so, cousin Hasil, but the way townies think is different to you or I. Their rules dictate he may lay claim to her until officially declared otherwise by law.”

“To hell with their law!” He hissed, “So what? I’m just supposed to let her go? To let him take her? I’d sooner die.”

“I didn’t say that… but we need to prepare for the lengths he’d go to, to get her back. Pride is a stronger emotion than love for men like him.”

“What can we do? What can I do? I have to keep her safe.”

G’win thought for a moment, pacing back and forth. She’d grown to really like you over the last few weeks, working closely with you as she trained you. You were quickly becoming part of the clan, and she felt protective of you now too.

“I have an idea… but I’m not sure she’s gonna like it.”

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Wyatt didn’t tell Wade until it was too late and he was already climbing the hill where they’d shortly start their search, that he’d wrangled 10 of his best gun toting buddies, blood thirsty and eager to put a bullet in anything that moved if they had even a fraction of an excuse.

When Wyatt had laid it on thick, telling his high school friends how a Farrell had swooped down and stolen his wife, they were more than happy to show their support.

Wade groaned, a pit of regret in his stomach, “Wait wait wait, what the hell do ya’ll think you’re doin’ with those?” He held up a hand to the large group of heavily-packing men, guns and crossbows adorning them like jewellery.

“Move, Wade, before you get hurt.” Wyatt swatted him away like a fly that buzzed annoyingly in his face. He only needed Wade to organise the search party so that they had a warrant and the manpower if it were needed, but Wyatt fully intended to lead the search in his own way, and he was ready to take out anyone that got in the way of him finding you and ending Hasil’s life.

“Wyatt, god damnit you can’t just march up there with them guns, do you know what you’re gettin’ yourself into? This is too much, you’re makin’ it dangerous for everyone involved. I’ll have to pull out if you’re not gonna follow my lead!”

Wyatt turned to look down at him, and at the 30 or 40 volunteers who’d pooled on the hill.

“Who here wants to follow me and see a Farrell head on a spike?!” He roared.

A second of uneasy silence filled the air, but one by one people began to cheer in support, spurring each other on until they were full on chanting as they walked up the hill.

The few others remained behind Wade, staring up in horror at their neighbours and friends who they hadn’t expected to be so vile.

“The rest of you spineless shrimp can go back down to your beds and pretend this never happened.” He waved them off condescendingly.

Wade gave him a look of warning, “Wyatt, you don’t wanna do this, trust me.”

“Or what? You’re gonna get me ‘in trouble’?” Wyatt’s entourage chuckled like a group of teenagers behind him. He was still the same bully he always was. “My dad will end you if you even think about tryna stop me, Wade.”

And with that warning of his own, Wyatt lead the group up the mountain, up towards the unknown, with nothing but revenge and chaos on their minds.

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You stretched, waking just as Hasil walked through the door to his little greenhouse cabin.

“Where’d you run off to?” You cooed, reaching for him.

Hasil knelt next to you, his elbows on the bed as he cupped your hand in his, pressing his lips to your knuckles one by one.

“Do you remember dreamin’ anything last night?” He asked gently, hesitantly.

You took a deep breath and sighed, “Vaguely… why? Did I sleep walk again?” You frowned.

Hasil nodded, “What did you dream?”

You thought hard, but the harder you concentrated the further away the dream seemed to slip. “I… I can’t remember, I’m sorry.”

Hasil stroked your messy hair out of your eyes and he gave you a reassuring smile, “Don’t be sorry.”

“Is everything okay?”

He sighed, taking a moment to think as he bit his cheek.

“Hasil?” You pressed.

Hasil looked you in the eye, his face so serious it scared you.

“He’s comin’, Y/N. Pretty sure he’s already on his way, but-“

You were already on your feet, face pressed up against the murky glass in an attempt to find him, to escape, panic beginning to tighten around your skin, like a trapped animal, caged in and ready for the slaughter.

“Hey, stop-“ Hasil reached for you, but you were frantically pacing already, biting your thumb as you mumbled to yourself.

“No, no… fuck!”

“Baby listen.” Hasil had to grab your shoulders to stop your pacing, and your eyes were wide and terrified.

“Hasil we need to go, now.” You begged.

“Listen… I have a plan. I need you to hear me out, fully, from start to end, can you do that for me?”

You nodded.

“You’re not gonna like it, but I need you to trust me.”

You nodded, you trusted him with your life, but you weren’t ready for what was to come, nothing could have prepared you, not even your nightly premonitions that burrowed themselves into the back of your mind.

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- Part 6 Here -

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『//I'm cooking up, this will be divided in different parts!!! Have fun!!!| LOVEEE YAAA』

Type: Long story, Ayato Akamaki x gn!reader

Tw: none, just a bit of angst but IT WILL turn into a fluff!!!! NOT PROOFREAD

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MORE UNDER THE CUT

Sitting in class you stare outside the window, the night was as dark as it could be: a flebile light shone in the classroom thanks to the presence of your dear moon: ever since you've been forced in the Sakamaki's mansion it was the only thing that kept you company along with the stars.

"As for [Name] [Surname] they'll be assigned with... Ayato Sakamaki"

Ayato Sakamaki... you hated that guy's guts, he was a narcissist, a prankster and he couldn't stop insulting you... yet recently you couldn't help but think about him, his wide green eyes, his red-and-brown colored strands of hair and... and...

"Wait what?" the ringing bell awakened you, snapping you out of you thoughts as the reality finally sinks in.

"Hey pancake, we're paired together, huh? it's an honor to be working with the Ayato Sakama-"

"Yeah yeah enough let's just get home" he followed after you, cursing under his breath about how you just interrupted his grand entrance, a faint blush appearing on your cheeks. But you did not like him. Right?

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"Ugh what even is this thing about?" he looked at you, a shocked expression on his face as he layed on the living room's couch "Oi, you're the nerd here. I don't care, just do it" "Ayato how the hell am I even supposed to do something I know nothing about it". He got u walking towards you, as you were sat on the bloody-red sofa, when he got dangerously close to you, you could feel his breath on your face, his musky cologne mixed with the smell of your blood he drew out of you this afteroon, during one of the breaks.

"I don't care" he repeats, a sly smile on his face and you swear you saw the tiniest, lightest tint of blush on his face, not that you were better. He placed a finger on your forehead looking deep in your eyes, you would have assumed he was trying to eat you with his gaze but that's not possible. He hates you, right? And you hate him.

Then why when he left you felt a stinging pain in your chest, tears threatening to come out as you felt and heard his footsteps growing further away from you. Why was he always like this? And you'd swear you'd kill him if only it was possible... if only you didn't like him. He did not like you back, as much as you would've wished for it, he never actually liked you, you don't treat like this someone you like... Or so you thought.

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