#eydi drabbles

[eydi-andrius]

Yuu is the first one to fall to Sebek. After the incident in which Sebek saved Yuu from the falling chairs, she was caught by his charms or at least before he opened his mouth. She tried her best to think as to why she fell for him. He was rude, uncouth and hated humans. There is no way she would like someone like that. But then it hit her. Out of all her friends in NRC, it was only Sebek who came to save her from harm. Although, she gets helped by her friends during tough times, it is always her who helps them when in danger. But during that incident, Sebek knew humans were fragile, especially her, and did not hesitate to rush over and protect her from the heavy chairs that will surely injure her badly. He knew she can't use magic to protect herself. Just seeing his face up close, his green orbs looking down on her, her eyes wide from surprised, breathe inches away from each other. Every time......... a warm feeling envelopes her chest along with her stomach fluttering.

Gosh, she just wishes he could be nicer. Oh...well....she was actually grateful that he wasn't acting nice....yet.... There is no way she would know what to do once this budding feelings within blossoms and plants its roots in her heart. At least, there is more time to learn and familiarize. Yes, she is grateful. Or so she told herself.

[ievaxol]

And when the rain came down I made a vow out to the dark

Ysayle stretches across the bed with her chest still heaving, sweat beading on her skin. Eydis never tires of watching her; the spill of her hair like molten silver on the sheets, the elegant curve of her shoulder (complete with a bruise the shape of Eydis' teeth) and her frost-kissed lashes, sweeping over sharp cheekbones.

"Do you mourn me already, love?"

Eydis barks a sharp laugh, touching Ysayle's hip with trembling fingers. She charts a course between birthmarks and bitemarks, marvels at the thought that when Ysayle goes down in a blaze of fire she will bring a small piece of Eydis along with her.

Perhaps that was one kindness in seeing the future. The ability to say goodbye.

"Would you fault me for it?"

Ysayle simply smiles.

The sun is rising. Through broken blinds the first morning light finds its way inside, making the dust dance like little stars in the air. It's beautiful but Eydis thinks it might only be because she knows, she knows what is about to happen; she can't say she has ever particularly cared for mundane beauty before.

She reaches for a cigarette. What was once a rare luxury now looks more like an every-day crutch and she fumbles before she manages to light it with an incantation of her own making. She uses her finger to channel the fire-aspected aether and welcomes the burning almost as much as the first inhale of tobacco.

"Do you smoke?" Eydis asks and Ysayle hums, takes the cigarette between elegant fingers and sucks the smoke down before handing it back.

"Now I do."

The smoke rises in lazy curls, caressing the roof and filling the room with its sweet aroma. They trade the cigarette between them in silence, a back-and-forth of indirect kisses.

When the itch at the roof of Eydis' mouth becomes too much she drops the cigarette on the floor and chases the smoke on Ysayle's breath, sealing their lips together like it could change something.

In the back of her mind she half hopes there's a spark from the cigarette that makes the room catch fire. She wants them to find her and Ysayle wrapped together so tightly they cannot tell who's skeleton belongs to who; she wants their ribs to knock together and their fingers to intertwine in a way that no one can undo.

"Insatiable." Fondness overflowing, a warmth one might not expect from one dubbed 'Iceheart'.

"We have time," Eydis says. A lie, so utterly sweet on her tongue it feels like it might rot her mouth.

[that-one-thespian]

The Crystal

The crystal is cold, and dark.

As the sun rises over the horizon, golden eyes slide open, blink once, twice. 

The crystal is cold, and bright. Absently, they wonder how long they’ve been asleep. A few years this time, maybe? They close their eyes again as the sun climbs higher, piercing the walls of the crystal with a brightness they can’t turn their head away from.

The crystal is cold, and bright, and unforgiving. It presses in on them from all sides, offering no solace, no semblance of movement or freedom. They remain suspended in the crystal, immobilized, tilted forward with their arms and legs extended slightly behind them. 

The crystal is cold, and bright, and unforgiving, and magic. As they have done each time that they have awoken, they search for the power buried inside of them, ready to let it expel out of them to shatter the crystal. And as they delve, just as it has each time that they have awoken, the crystal pulses around them, and their magic recedes, hidden deeper within them. 

They clench and release their muscles, as they do each time they awaken. Testing how much they’ve atrophied. It’s worse this time then the last time they awakened, but not as bad as the first time. Perhaps they slept for a decade or so. They can’t do much about it except the minute flexes that encompass their range of motion. They can practically hear their body whirring, working to repair the deadened cells and replace them, now that they’re awake.

They clench and release their muscles, assessing the damage. Their throat is dry, as it has been for the eternity of their imprisonment. They haven’t had so much as a sip of water in... it must be centuries, now. At the thought, their stomach growls. They don’t bother testing their voice, knowing it’s nonexistent. It’s not as vital as their muscles, or their brain function. It won’t come back for another couple of days, at least. Their healing has bigger priorities.

The crystal is cold, and bright, and unforgiving. The hard edges dig into their arms, their face, their torso. The sun is directly overhead, now, and they open their eyes. Their hair has grown since they last awakened.  Their eyes flit around the area, taking in their surroundings. Their vision blurs, shifts dizzyingly as the crystal warps and distorts the world outside. 

It seems the oak seedling at the edge of their sight has grown much more during their slumber. It towers over the crystal now, and perhaps may provide shade as the sun moves further. What a blessing that would be.

The crystal is cold, and bright. The remnants of snow cling to the ground, soft white patches littering the lush green grass surrounding them. Newly-sprung flowers peek out among the stark white. Ah. It must be spring, now. How fortunate that they’re awake to witness such beauty. 

They had a name, once. They can’t imagine anyone knows it now.

The sun dips below the horizon behind them, and the sky begins to turn a beautiful magenta color. They’ve seen hundreds upon hundreds of sunrises, but not one sunset. They simply watch as the sky morphs into beautiful painted colors, only able to imagine the sight behind them. What a shame that no one has ever happened upon this hill, to bear witness to the beauty they’re forced to behold each night.

The rosy fingers of the sun slowly slip away. The moon rises into the night, a slim crescent that barely illuminates the pale prison and its occupant.

The crystal is dark, and cold.

[professorrw]

Hi! Okay so first of all I love your fics sm 🤧 and second, could i request a smut fic where reader is giving thor a massage or he's giving her one, and then things heat up ☻ and if you could add a bit of daddy kink in there, that would be awesome 🙈

Thank you so much 😭❤ I hope you like this 👀

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Pairing: female reader x Thor

Warnings: smut, 18+, fluff, dad!Thor, daddy kink, pet names (baby girl, honey), rough sex, Thor with a man bun 😫

A/N: I've tried asking about this before with just a text post but no one ever answers 😅. When I reach 500 followers would you guys like to do a celebration where I let you send in prompts from prompt lists (I may even add a few of my own of songs, prompts, date ideas, and careers) and then let you send characters for Marvel and Stranger Things that I write for and do some drabbles, blurbs, headcanons, and oneshots? Let me know in the comments, with an ask, or in my messages! Requests open, taglist open, inbox open! Please like, comment, and reblog!

Parenting is no easy feat. It doesn’t matter if you’re a prince, or a king, or if you’ve conquered whole armies. Having a child and raising it is a job all on its own. But it’s something Thor loves. Being a father is something he didn’t know he wanted, but becoming one and taking care of something so pure, so precious, it just captivated him. You had a beautiful daughter together, Eydis. She was three, and full of energy.

Thor walked into your room, shifting his weight from foot to foot heavily, and fell back onto the monstrous bed. His head was right next to your crossed legs and you stroked the top of his hair until you were met by his man bun. The hairstyle was originally given to him by you. One day he was complaining about his hair getting in his face all the time so you did it up for him, and he had been attached ever since.

He heaved out a loud sigh before he turned over and snuggled his face against your leg.

“What is it?” you asked.

“I’m very worn out. Eydy insisted that I carry her everywhere she wanted to go.”

“... And you did?”

Thor was a sucker for his daughter. She was his little princess. Quite literally his little princess. Whatever she wanted she got. You were aware she was going to be spoiled, and you told Thor, but he said that he’ll tone it down when she’s older. You didn’t see that happening though.

“Of course. I carried her on my back and shoulders for almost four hours before she wanted to come back inside.”

A breath left your nose as you smiled and shook your head. “Do you need a massage?”

He flipped over, beaming at you. You took that as a yes and ushered him off your lap. The bed shifted and dipped from his weight being in front of you. You ran your hands down his athletic shirt, which was his go to when he wasn’t having an audience. Your thumbs kneaded at his shoulder and back muscles, giving them the much needed stress relief they needed. He closed his eyes, fully taken by the release of tension.

“Being- ah- a father is hard,” Thor said.

“You’re a great daddy though.”

“Honey…” he trailed off in a warning tone. You giggled, remembering that he asked you not to call him daddy during the day time. When you called him daddy, which you had first called him while you were pregnant, turned him on. He didn’t know why, it just did. And at night when he was tearing into you and that word came out of your mouth it would set him ablaze.

That day though, as your hands were already on him and he was already in bed with you, you just couldn’t resist. You leaned in closer, whispering into his ear, “Daddy…”

“Y/N,” he warned again. One more time and that would be it. You could turn back… but did you want to?

No.

“Daddy,” you whispered one more time. His jaw clenched and he turned around in the blink of an eye. You were completely pinned to the bed. His hands were holding your wrists at the side of your head and his cock was pressing against your thigh.

“You asked for this,” he spoke with lust blown eyes. Wetness grew and pooled in your underwear, all thanks to your husband. The pressure holding down your wrists disappeared, instead moving to your midsection. He untied your robe and flung it open, showcasing your matching bra and panties.

You bucked your hips up, making sure that your vagina was pressing against his crotch. He groaned and squeezed his eyes shut for a second before they opened again with an intensity unparalleled by anything else.

He sat back on his knees, straddling your lap while you laid there. He didn’t speak, just reached behind you and unclasped your bra and then pulled down your panties. He saw the wetness and held them up, chuckling.

“Darling, you’re already soaking wet. All for your daddy,” he taunted. He threw his shirt off, because he would never miss a chance to show off his impeccable abs, and took his shorts and boxers off too, unsheathing his thick member. It stood tall against his abdomen, something he was extremely proud of.

Unable to wait a minute longer he plunged into you. A strangled moan burst out of your mouth but the pain eased and became pleasant after a few moments of stillness. He started to move, going fast right off the bat. Even though he was thrusting in and out of you at the speed of light he would be able to last a good amount of time. He usually spared you that amount of aching, but he had gone multiple rounds with you before. It was a loud night, filled with many orgasms, positions, and locations.

Thor was above you, fully above you, and ramming into your pussy with inhumane speed and vigor. He was only a little winded and out of breath. Only a teensy weensy bit. Not everything was so perfect though. His hair was falling out of his bun, framing his face in a blonde, messy curtain.

You weren’t going to last long. It was a given fact. The butterflies and thumping of your pussy were already there before he even started. You really weren’t going to last long when he hit your g-spot.

“Ahh Thor!” you moaned.

“Uh uh,” he scolded, “you have to call me daddy since you love to say it so much.”

“Daddy!” you moaned as he hit your g-spot again.

“That’s it baby girl.”

He kept on going, never stalling his ruthless pace. Your orgasm was on the tip of your tongue and you were moments away from reaching it. Thor could tell you were about to cum. You had sex countless times and the tell-tale signs were there. Your moans were louder, your hands were clenched, and your back was arched.

The white liquid squirted out, and was followed not long after by Thor’s deep groan and his own cum spilling inside you. He pulled out and used his abandoned shirt to wipe up the mess. You laid next to Thor with your hand on your forehead. He was lying on his side, smiling at you, just slightly out of breath. He was about to kiss your cheek when there was a knock on the door.

“Dad! Come play with me!” Eydis shouted.

Thor sighed but got up with a smile still on his face. “I’m coming!”

[noblesisterhood]

Tales of Valhalla (#3) | Drabble

Length: 1k words

Warning: Some slight violence

Preview: Ale splashed over the rim of a flagon, and hearty fists pounded the well-worn tops of the long, wooden tables. The heart of Valhalla, the glittering celebratory hall Fólkvangr, where nightly feasts and endless ale met those of the noblest and most courageous spirit, practically thrummed with the revelry of its occupants. Thousands of shields gleamed golden on its walls and reverberated the animated conversation and howling laughter of the warriors within.

Amidst the sea of feasting men and women, a single man of dark complexion and shining armor cupped both hands over his mouth to shout across the hall.

“Geirr!” he called over the din, pushing back from the bench once he’d locked onto his target. “Geirr, catch!”

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Ale splashed over the rim of a flagon, and hearty fists pounded the well-worn tops of the long, wooden tables. The heart of Valhalla, the glittering celebratory hall Fólkvangr, where nightly feasts and endless ale met those of the noblest and most courageous spirit, practically thrummed with the revelry of its occupants. Thousands of shields gleamed golden on its walls and reverberated the animated conversation and howling laughter of the warriors within.

Amidst the sea of feasting men and women, a single man of dark complexion and shining armor cupped both hands over his mouth to shout across the hall.

“Geirr!” he called over the din, pushing back from the bench once he’d locked onto his target. “Geirr, catch!”

The man, presumably Geirr, rose just in time to hear the whizzing of a spear being thrown. A fleshy thunk accompanied the spear as it found its home in the man’s chest, pierced well and deep beneath his heart through his leather armor.

The hall quieted to complete stillness for a moment, but then Geirr blinked back from his shock and gave an annoyed scowl, and his compatriots fell into uproarious laughter around him.

“Sigmar!” Geirr grasped the handle of the spear with both hands and began, stiltedly, attempting to pull the thing from his chest, though the difficulty with which he did so only resulted in further laughter from his fellow warriors.  

“Been wanting to do that for years!” the other man, Sigmar, could barely work out the words through his own drunken laughter. He gave a small bow to his audience’s applause before plunking himself back down into his seat to finish his meal.

A nearby Valkyrie enjoying her own food rose to assist the struggling Geirr, leveraging a hand against his chest to wrench out the stuck weapon. With her second tug, the tip of the thing emerged from his chest with a sickening squelch, and Geirr gave a sigh of relief.

“Ahh, thank you, my Lady!” he breathed, his coppery curls jostling with his nod to her retreating form. Though even as one Valkyrie resumed her place at their table, another could be seen hurrying down from the head table, anger evident in her hastening. Geirr rose his hands defensively at her approach.

“Now, Hylda—”  

“No!” the woman snatched the spear from his grasp in a quick swoop. “Do not ‘Hylda’ me. You both know better than to drag weapons into my citadel during feasting times!”

“But I—”

“No!” She pushed him forward so that the back of his legs hit the bench, and he dropped back down into his seat. “Eat and behave.”

Geirr rubbed at the spot where his wound had been moments before, but wisely remained silent and complied with her orders, turning back around to seat himself properly once more.

Hylda, her long, dark braids angrily bouncing down her back, began to stalk out of the hall, spear in hand, when Sigmar called out to her.

“Hylda! My Lady, my love! Where are you—”

Without pause, the Valkyrie whacked the back of his head as she passed, and it wasn’t until she exited through the doors leading out of the hall that the men and women finally let loose their laughter at his expense.

“Damn fool,” Geirr muttered, grinning into his plate.

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A svelte figure slipped into Fólkvangr’s halls. Her feet moved over the stone floor as silent as a specter’s, the bright torch light throwing harsh shadows over her expressionless face, and when she finally emerged into the main dining hall from an unused side door, she remained largely unnoticed, even as she approached the table at the head of the hall.

“Revna,” Gerdr gave the introduction with some surprise.

The woman flicked her dark eyes to the Head of the Queensguard before settling her gaze on the queen herself.

Out amongst the feasting crowd, one person did notice the arrival, however. Wedged between the dead and their keepers, Aldrif looked up to the main table lined with Valhalla’s highest-ranking women: Sygnet, Keeper of Coin, and an empty seat where Hylda, Keeper of the Citadel flanked the ends of the table; Valtrauta, Head of Infantry; Brunnhilde, Head of Cavalry, Eydis, Head of Artillery, and Gerdr, Head of the Queensguard; and seated directly in the middle of the table was her mother, the Queen and Head of Valhalla itself, Freyja.

Aldrif furrowed her brow as Revna, Spymaster, spoke in low tones to her mistress. She had been sent out to Vanaheim not too long ago, as far as she knew. How is it that she was back already? Freyja’s face offered no reactionary expression to fuel her speculations—she merely nodded once at the end of the spy’s report.

A boisterous laugh sounded from the end of her own table, drawing Aldrif’s attention away for a mere second, though by the time she had returned her gaze to her mother, Revna, ever the living shadow, was slipping from the hall as quickly and as silently as she had appeared.

Freyja began to rise from her seat.

Immediately, the echoing conversations that normally filled the hall and layered over one another all fell off to an abrupt end at their queen’s movement. Even Sigmar, whose mouth normally never knew the meaning of a comfortable silence, remained solemnly quiet and waited.

A fork shifted loudly and metallically across a plate.

The queen merely motioned to them all, a sign to continue on with their festivities, as she drew away from the remnants of her own dinner to head in the direction of Sessrúmnir, Gerdr in tow close behind her.

Slowly, following their departure, the conversation and jovial mood began to return to its usual state. Sigmar had evidently resumed his drinking, as a peal of laughter rippled through his companions at some kind of bawdy joke, and Geirr could be loudly heard complaining of the other man’s menacing to any willing and sympathetic ear.

Aldrif looked around at the merry, unaware crowd and couldn’t help but feel a sense of dread.

[eydi-andrius]

Orange Peel Theory (Love and Deepspace Characters x Reader)

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Synopsis: Where you tried the viral orange peel theory to your boyfriend

divider by @/cafekitsune

a/n: its been a while since I saw feedbacks and reblogs on my posts. I highly appreciate it if you could share your thoughts here. 🫶

❄️ Zayne ❄️

- The incredulous stare Zayne gave you after you asked him to peel you an orange is a bit insulting and…you admit kinda funny

- He is usually good at hiding his feelings on his face but it was so obvious that right at this moment he is thinking how weird you are and you're probably up to something. He’s just not sure if it's good or bad

- With that look, you have no choice but to give excuses, and one of it was you just got your nails done

- He frowned at that and insists on seeing your hands, not trusting your words, and you were so happy that you did actually went out and fix your nails at a nail salon as a reward to yourself

- After he saw your manicured nails, he gave out a troubled sigh, before he took the orange from your hand and started peeling

- You were so happy when he was finally done, but was surprised when he raise the orange out of your reach and grab a small plate and pick up the oranges and place it there neatly

- You watched as he raised his eyebrow when he saw you brimming with happiness as he set the saucer in your waiting hands

- He shook his head when he heard your chirp a thank you but you can see a hint of smile on his lips

“Did you hurt yourself? Show me your hands.”

🐚 Rafayel 🐚

- Rafayel scoffed, raised his eyebrow and asked what's your deal

- You tried your best not to laugh on the way he’s crossing legs and an obvious look of mistrust on his eyes. His sassiness is truly up there and you find it truly entertaining

- You were about to give an excuse when you heard him tuts and grab the orange from your hand, regardless of your reason

- However, while peeling, he will grumble and complain about you taking advantage of your boyfriend privileges

- You swallowed whatever mirth bubbling within you and you thanked him when he was finally done and was about to give back the newly peeled orange

- But, right in the middle of it, he stopped midair, pulled back the orange, pick it apart and said “aahh” asking you to open your mouth so he can feed you

- He probably saw your frown and gave meaningful smirk at your confusion

“Well, I wanted to take advantage of my girlfriend privileges too.”

🌟 Xavier 🌟

- You felt a bit bad when you noticed a little too late that Xavier had already dozed off on your couch when you asked him to sit down and wait for you

- While scrolling on your phone, you were so excited to do the viral orange peel theory on him but you’ve guessed you forgot how tiring his day must have been, since it's only been seconds when you asked him to stay so you can grab an orange in your kitchen but he is already fast asleep

- You were about to put the orange back and call it a day when you hear him mumble a soft “give me that” and you admit that startle you a bit

- You frown and stare at his sleeping form. Thinking you must have been tired yourself hearing a sleeping person talk, when he repeated himself again and although surprise, you gave him the orange, on his open palm that he raised

- Even with his eyes closed, he started peeling the orange little by the little, and he made you worried when his head tilted on the side, almost falling from sleepiness

- After perfectly peeling the orange, with no questions asked, and his mind already off to dreamland, you found yourself admiring Xavier and how lucky you are to have him

“Where is the orange?....I will peel it for you.”

[eydi-andrius]

Sebek: This is the reason why I told you not to help out while it was pouring! Humans are all so fragile and they get sick over the little things!

Also Sebek: Here. I'll help you. *helps you sit up so you can eat, while still wearing your, only, pink apron*

Sebek again: *stayed up for the whole night checking your temperature and making sure to change the damp towel on your forehead*

The same Sebek: *made sure to write down all the lessons you missed and inform the teachers about your condition*

Again, Sebek: *who will hold your hand the entire night when he hears you crying in your sleep, feeling homesick and missing your parents back home*

Once you're better, he would profusely apologize for his absence in his liege side, but Malleus and Lilia will praise him for taking care of you. He was bawling bis eyes out even before they finished talking.

[eydi-andrius]

Sebek: Sit on my lap.

Yuu: WHAT?

Sebek: There's no available seat. I wouldn't mind and it will not bother me if you sit on my lap. Come on.

Yuu: *sits on Sebek's lap without further question*

Everyone in the NRC canteen after witnessing their interaction: 👁️👄👁️

Grim: *steals people's food while they're dumbfounded*

[eydi-andrius]

Ours, huh. (Malleus Draconia x Reader)

a/n: just an exercise after my long break. also, malleus was so adorable at the current event. where he came three hours early so he will not miss his first vacation outside briar valley

cw/tw: unedited, pure brainrot for malleus

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"I definitely heard that thunder loud and clear." Cater nervously laughed and looked outside the window of the mirror chamber.

It was true though. The once beautiful morning slowly turns dim as dark clouds with lightning crawl out and hide the sun.

"Wow! I've never seen Tsunotarou make that kind of expression before. Look! He's turning really scary." Grim grimaced and made sure to move closer to you as he watched Malleus' expression turn darker and scarier. The more you stare at his hulking stature, the louder the thunder outside.

Jamil was not at fault though for making Malleus angry. A royalty without an escort to a public event will surely be a problem. A national security level of problem. You're actually weirded out that Sebek wasn't here wreaking havoc because Malleus will go out alone. Lilia probably has him on a chokehold.

"Why was that? Draconia has been here for three hours. I think he was that excited to join you today." Crowley, just like how useless he was, emphasizes how much Malleus has been looking forward to this trip, more than doing his job as a professor and interfering with the problem at hand.

You watch Malleus' mood turning sour, as he hears the professor's words, and Jamil trying his best to make his point across when you hear Trey coughed behind you. You looked back at him and Trey nodded at where Malleus was standing. A frown was your only response, wondering what he meant. His only reply was an exasperated sigh when you did not understand him. He then opened his mouth to speak without sound, mouthing about Malleus again but you're far too slow to understand that too.

Done with the way you and Trey danced with each other, Cater held your shoulders, and forcefully made you look back again at Malleus. As you turn, a loud crack of thunder hits near the school that makes you flinch. It took you awhile to regain your composure but once you got yourself together, you almost choked in fear on how furious Malleus is looking right now.

If he was in his dragon form, he probably would have eaten and swallowed Jamil – whole.

Not giving you enough time, Cater pushed you towards Malleus and you tripped in front of him. Good thing his reflexes were fast and he was able to catch you on time. The air of anger and malice immediately vanished and his eyes softened as he looked at you.

Ah! They want me to take care of Malleus for them. These Heartslabyul friends of yours. You wonder if they were truly your friends or they were just using you when they needed your help. Tsk.

"Child of man, are you alright?" Tone soft and calm, he asked you. He even checked if you have any scratches from your accidental tripping.

"I am fine, Tsunotarou. Was it true that you waited for three hours here?" When Malleus blushed at your question, you also blushed in return.

"I did. I was afraid I would miss it so I woke up earlier than the agreed time."

Still a little excessive though. Was the thought inside your head but you know too well that Malleus' fear was valid. Somehow, even with his tall stature, people always miss him out or completely forget him. It always has been a mystery to you, especially when you never forget to invite him in everything you do. It wasn't that hard.

"You must be tired waking up that early. But I'm so glad you're coming with us today. Right, Jamil?" You looked at Jamil, who looked like any minute now he would pee in distress. So with your eyes, you silently begged him to just agree.

With no other choice, and with the incestent of Kalim, he agreed.

Glad that everything worked out, you intertwined your arms to Malleus' right arm.

"Let's enjoy our first vacation outside NRC, shall we?" You asked him with a broad smile and a tilt of your head.

He looks surprised at first with the gesture. His eyes wide and mouth agape. But when he got himself back, he gave you a sly grin.

"Ours, huh. Well, let's enjoy it together then." He gave you a smile and you did not fail to notice how the flowers seemed to bloom and the sun shone brighter outside before the mirror took you all to your destination.

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[eydi-andrius]

Yuu: Okay, losers! Time for your punishments!

Ace, Deuce, Grim: *groans in frustration*

Ace: You totally cheated! Why do you always win whenever we play?

Yuu: I'm a magic less human, Ace. If there's someone who is capable of cheating, that's probably you.

Ace was about to protest some more but he was cut off by a loud booming voice.

Sebek: I will not run away. Show me what you've got, human!

Sebek was not supposed to play with them. They were in the middle of a game when Sebek barged in Ramshackle, looking for Malleus. When he found out his liege was not there, he did not bother to second guess Yuu's invite to play and shut it down immediately. He's busy and is looking for his liege. He has no time to spare for something childish and silly games. But then, Grim teased him, saying he's probably scared of losing against them, smug and oh so sure that he was frightened by their skills. After hearing a tiny creature's insult, Sebek did not back down and join them, with a demand that he will only play one game.

They have been playing until sun down.

Yuu: Okay. *coughs* Call my name, Sebek.

Ace: What type of punishment is that!?

Deuce: That's too easy.

Grim: Hah! My hench human has been too soft. That's not even a punishment. Even I can do that easily.

Yuu: Shhhhhh...quiet!

While Yuu and Ace were busy arguing about Yuu's odd punishment to Sebek, Sebek's face on the other hand, turned as red as a tomato. His face that was commonly pale is flushed. Sebek knew that what Yuu asked of him was something so sneaky. If he knew this was her plan, or maybe the invite was a trap all along, he would have refused firmer. Yuu has been asking him to call her by her name. Not human, lady, girl or woman, but Yuu. He could have done that easily, especially since, Yuu has earned his respect. But he doesn't want to do it. It feels like once he does call her name, something inside of him will fall like an avalanche and he is fearful that he won't be able to stop the chaos within him. How sly he thought to himself.

Yuu: C'mon! You can do it!

Sebek: *even with a face so red he pulled it off* yuu. *coughs*

Yuu: Huh? You heard that?

Ace, Deuce and Grim: Nope.

Sebek: *with somehow a redder face, and odd expression* Yuu. *he spoke a bit louder*

Yuu: Is that really how loud your voice is? You're not-

Sebek: i said YUU! ARE WE GOOD NOW, YUU?

Maybe it was the frustration, or the embarrassment, but Sebek, at the top of his lungs yell her name whilst staring into her eyes. He watched as her sly smirk turned down, and her face flushed pink. Sebek thought that was cute. Meanwhile, Yuu's brain stopped working for a moment. Sebek called her name thrice! His loud voice echoes inside her mind. It repeats how her name rolled off on his tongue.

Sebek: I'm done here. I will continue looking for my liege. Goodbye, Yuu.

Sebek nodded in her direction before storming off. The tips of his ears were still red, yet he pretended that it wasn't. Yuu blinks, and on the inside it feels like an arrow of love shot her right on the chest. She was captivated and there is no way for her to run.

Ace, although, he thought Yuu was cringed and too cheesy for what she just did, recorded Sebek calling her name multiple times and used it as a leverage.

Yuu made the sound as her ringtone for Sebek's messages and calls. She has to beat Ace to get it though.

[eydi-andrius]

I feel like Sebek's grandpa will be a huge simp of his granddaughter in law, even if she is human. I imagine the chaos whenever his son in law, sebek's father, greets him and his only reply was a leer.

Meanwhile, the granddaughter in law comes in with Sebek, and he has this huge smile on his face. Like a totally different fae.

He loves her so much. To the point that whenever she was mentioned, he claims that all her good traits were something he passed to her.

[eydi-andrius]

F*ck, Marry, or Kill (Gojo Satoru x Reader)

summary: Somehow, Gojo and you always work together in missions

cw/tw: some foul language but tolerable and PG-13, Gojo being Gojo, fluff (?)

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a/n: This will be a series of drabbles I wrote for Gojo but I cannot pieced together as a oneshot or story. I hope you all will like it. Appreciate the likes, comments and reblogs! ✨

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"Fuck, Marry, Kill! Me, Nanami or Ijichi!" Gojo asked. Looking unfocused and obviously, caffeine drunk.

It has been three days since they gave you this mission and on those days, you two barely slept and had to stay up for consecutive days to catch this curse.

You don't know if this work was the torture or the constant noises Gojo makes every time he tries his best to joke around, and throw random questions to help you stay awake.

His efforts should make you feel thankful but at this point, you were so tired of how noisy he was that you have this tiny voice inside your head that tells you to wrap his mouth and gag him using his blindfold.

Truthfully, you have no trouble staying awake. But whenever you are with Gojo, you get so tired that sometimes, you just feel your eyes fluttering-closed because you run out of energy to deal with him.

That's when he will slap you awake and ask the most random question.

The curse this time kills so fast that if you ever just try closing your eyes and taking the shortest nap, you're dead. It had killed so many lives and was getting on everyone's nerves, that's why they assigned this mission to Gojo.

You're just not sure why you were dragged on this absolute hell of a mission though. You've heard this blue-eyed man child threw a tantrum at the principal. But that was just a rumor amongst the first years.

Anyway, this was a tricky curse. It was so smart and hard to catch if you're awake, that even the self-proclaimed strongest sorcerer was having a hard time catching it.

"Marry Nanami, Fuck Ijichi and Kill Gojo." You replied, uninterested. At this point, you also developed a skill wherein you just reply to whatever question he asked of you and you answer right away.

"Huh!? No way you'll fuck Ijichi! He looks like he will die from excitement the moment you start foreplay! Man, you're so mean to him!" Gojo whined while stomping his feet when he heard your answer.

If you just have the energy, you probably have punched him in the face before he even realizes it.

"I mean, I agree with marrying Nanami but you can fuck me!" All the colors drained from your face when he said that with no shame at all. He looks smug, hurt and kinda offended as he frowned at you.

You two were sitting at a bench, in a public park when he said that loudly. Those nearby looked at you differently. Some with disgust, others mouth agape, while the teenagers giggled and cheered Gojo's efforts. And you don't blame them at all. He sounded, as if, he wanted so bad to be inside your skirt.

You were about to retort back when you were stopped.

It's probably the fatigue and shame mixed together, but you started feeling dizzy and lightheaded. Visions blurry and swimming, you slowly lose all your strength. You've heard Gojo calling your name but it sounded as if you were submerged underwater.

Not having any control of your work-beaten and sleepless body, you succumb to the feeling of sleep. However, before you fully lose consciousness, you've heard someone apologize.

It sounded like Gojo but you were not sure.

"Sorry, I was so tired I started talking about the weirdest things. While I enjoyed our time together, I think it's time to kill this curse. I will make sure he will feel my anger after the embarrassment he put me through."

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Megumi was inside the convenience store when he watched the fiasco his teacher did outside.

He muttered repeatedly to himself, to remind him that he doesn't know that person at all.

He was so embarrassed when he heard what he was talking about and kinda felt bad to his cursed spirit for asking it to hear and relay the conversation they're having.

Gojo asked him to come today. He said that you were too tired and he would need another hand killing this curse.

What he did not expect was that, even his sensei was too tired to even think straight.

Or that's what he thought.

Within a blink of an eye, Gojo killed the cursed in front of him. He brought Megumi inside his domain and taught him how to kill it, precisely and fast.

When he opened his eyes, he was back at the convenience store, with his shoulder heavy with you leaning at him. You looked uncomfortable and he kinda felt bad.

"Help her up. I already called Ijichi, he will be here soon. I need to report to the higher ups today. Those damn old geezers." With contempt, Gojo almost spit in anger by just mentioning his superiors.

Realizing that the mission was done with just that, he nodded and his sensei vanished.

With a deep sigh, Megumi looked at you with pity.

He wasn't sure if you were unfortunate or lucky to catch his teacher's attention.

His teacher, his guardian, stayed up for days, forcing you to join him, when he could have just killed the curse for a second.

Even though he wasn't religious, he prayed for your safety.

[eydi-andrius]

Yuu: Would you still love me if I become a worm?

Sebek: A WORM? WHO IS THREATENING YOU? HOW DARE THEM THREATEN YOU?!

Yuu: Relax! No one's threatening me. It was just a silly question. So.......... Yes or no?

Sebek: Don't you dare hide that vile creature! Tell me who it is and I will ensure that they will feel the wrath of a fae folk! *stomps away angrily, pointing at random students and accusing them of threatening you*

Yuu: 👁️👄👁️ *too stunned to stop Sebek on his rampage*

Ace: I've warned you. His mind is built different.

Deuce: *screaming from afar, because his lack of knowledge and confusion from the subject became an indicator that he was the perpetrator*

[eydi-andrius]

Yuu: Oh! I hate you!

Sebek: Do you think you're the only one feeling that way, human?! I hate you more!

After their fight, neither do they reach out to each other to apologize. Lilia assumed the prefect would be the one to smooth things out, but day after day, the two refused to reconcile. Yuu refused to apologize because she was expecting Sebek to realize what he had done and to apologize on his own. Sebek believes he did nothing wrong and was firm on not talking to the prefect until she apologizes to him first.

Although that's their automatic response to their close friends when asked about making up, the two of them cannot sleep well at night, restless and sleepless, scared that they meant what they have said. Because what are they going to do, if one of them truly despises the other?

[eydi-andrius]

I Don't Know, I Don't Understand

cw/tw: angst, hurt, gojo out of prison realm, break-up, heartbreak

a/n: i am off to sleep but i feel like i should write a gojo drabble.

as always, i appreciate feedbacks and reblogs. you don't know how your interactions saves me. i love re-reading them.

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He changed.

You thought once he get out of the prison realm, he will run into your arms. Cry on how much he misses you. Beg on how he still wants a relationship with you.

But its been days.

He never visited you. Not even once.

It was Shoko who told you the news.

The way you bolted out of the store you were working with. Not thinking about the consequences of whether you still have a job the next day.

You made sure to ready your apartment. Made sure to cook his favorites. Even prepared a bath and his own bed. Just in case he wanted to be on his own room.

The bath was then cold. Followed by the food and your heart.

Shoko called at night asking if Gojo went home already. She said that everyone wanted to talk to him so he would be late.

3 am and no sign of Gojo graced your door. You wondered where he slept. Maybe on his own home. Maybe.

Still optimistic about it, you went to the school.

Yuji was happy to great you. He was so excited and he did not stop chatting about how cool Gojo went back.

His timing was always impeccable. You knew. He saved you that way too.

Smiling, you hid how nervous you were. Something was eating at your heart and mind. The feeling of this visit might be your last.

Shoko was with him and she smiled when she saw you. She offered a hug and almost dragged Yuji out of the morgue.

Nervous, you fiddled with your hand. Crossed legged, he was just sitting there. Looking at the wall. No staring, with his bored eyes.

You tried to cough to get his attention. It took him a while to blink, then he looked at you.

"We broke up, remember?" He deadpanned.

The loud noise of your heart shattering made your ear rang. You fought before he went to Shibuya but you never broke up. Right?

"Are you joking? That is not funny. We fought but we never did." Biting your lip, you replied. Unsure if you were saying the right words. The right things. Your head is on a haywire.

His sigh was loud, as he jumped out of where he was sitting. He walked towards where you were standing. He seems taller as he towered over you.

He is not wearing his shades right now. Blue eyes, that used to look at you so lovingly, were now piercing cold and dead. His face emotionless.

What went wrong?

"We're over." He said with firm voice. No quiver. No regrets.

He did not blink. He did not frown. He just looks at you. Then he straightened, with hands on his pockets, walk out of the room.

The loud bang of the door made your knees weakened and you fell.

That day, you run away from the school and evaded Maki's questions when you bumped into her on your way out.

[eydi-andrius]

Would You Still Love Me if I Became a Worm? (Fushiguro Megumi x Reader)

summary: wrote this for the laughs

a/n: im seriously taking my mind off the recent jjk spoiler and I hope this eases your minds as well

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"Babe, would you love me if I was a worm?" You asked Megumi who was sitting down outside petting the black divine dog.

"Huh?"

Brows furrowed, he looked back at you with a confused face. Something you usually sees him do often when he was with Yuji and Nobara but never with you.

"All you have to answer is either a yes or a no." You insisted, arms crossed and eyes looking anywhere but your boyfriend.

"What happened?" This time, he stood up, towering over you, while the black dog sat down with a floof.

"Nothing. I was just asking." You replied but you knew he already saw right through you.

He was about to ask again, to confront you, when the two idiots came out, laughing their asses off.

"Pfffft! HAHAHAHA! You wouldn't believe what she did, Megumi. She ate Gojo-sensei's mochis! Thinking you gave it to her!" Yuji, who probably was eavesdropping suddenly came out, alongside Nobara who already was dying from laughter.

"And you know what's the best out of all of it!? She heard him saying he will curse the thief and turned them into a worm. HAHAHAHA!" He continued.

You were about to punch Yuji in the face when Megumi whipped his head from Yuji's to you and his eyes widen with surprised. You can even hear his thoughts saying, "There is no way you would do that right?"

Swallowing your fears and gulping down your nervousness, you nodded but explained why, as short and fast, as you could.

"He left it at my table inside the classroom. You know my seat was close to the window right? It turns out he just left it there and will go back a bit later. During his absence, I ate it. Thinking, you left it for me. I was so happy! When I felt thirsty, I got out and bought myself a drink. On my way back, I heard Gojo-sensei, blazing mad about the mochi thief. He said and promised that he will turn them into a worm when caught. Then, these two idiots was behind me and I still smell like mochi so they found out it was me." Hardly breathing, you explained your side. Even hugging Megumi for comfort as you recalled what happened.

Meanwhile, the two witness was reenacting the way Gojo was mad and cursing the one who ate his special mochis. You promised to punch them later.

You looked up at Megumi and even though annoyed, he sighed in understanding.

"I'll talk to him." You smiled and gave him a kiss on the cheek. You muttered a quiet "Thank you" and hugged him again, on which, he returned back by squishing you warmly.

"So.......the million question was.....would you still love her if she became a worm, Megumi?" Frozen on the spot, your teacher's silly and mocking voice, echoed behind you.

It was way too late when you turned around.