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hello, I noticed that you write for shaman king and I wanted to request if you could make like oneshots or head cannons about the boys realizing that they fell for the reader. You can use any gender you want. Thank you!

Hiii!! Thank you so much for your request!! I hope you love it! <33333

Shaman King Boys Realizing That They're In Love 💌

Includes: Yoh, Horohoro, Ren, Lyserg, Chocolove, and Hao

Yoh:

I think when Yoh first figured out that he had feelings for you, he'd definitely have a mini mental crisis.

I mean, he planned on marrying Anna after all! Imagine what would happen if he tried to call it off.

He'd probably take some time to clear his mind, asking his friends and family for any advice on what to do.

He'd eventually talk it out with Anna, which surprisingly goes quite well. No hard feelings and even some words of encouragement!

During this time, I think he'd definitely be a bit distant. I don't think he'd actively try to avoid you, but he'd probably be less talkative or touchy.

However, once he has everything sorted out, he'd slowly start actively pursuing you.

There'd be little changes in his behavior: he'd be hugging you or holding your hand more often, naturally standing closer to you, staring at you more often, and the likes!

It probably wouldn't be super noticeable at first, since you guys would probably be close friends before all of this.

If you don't get the hint, then he'd start upping up the ante. He'd start spending more alone time with you, gifting you little trinkets, training with you, etc.

Eventually, he'd have the courage to confess to you. Of course, if you confess to him first, he'd be ecstatic.

Overall, super sweet and chill about the whole thing. He'd have his awkward moments, but he's super relaxed and comfortable around you.

Horohoro:

Another one who'd have a mental crisis, but for different reasons.

Given what happened last time Horohoro liked someone, he's terrified that you'll end up with the same fate.

He almost immediately becomes distant, too lost in his fears and intrusive thoughts to actually consider what he's doing.

It isn't until someone like Ren or Yoh knocks some sense into him that he understands what he's actually doing.

He takes a lot of time to himself, reflecting on what he should do and if he should even try to pursue you at all.

Not only that, but he also has to consider a lot of other circumstances! With the competition still going on, Hao's presence, and his own personality, who knows what'll happen?

He's so scared about scaring you away. He doesn't want to hurt you, but he also doesn't want someone to target you.

If you confronted him first, he'd be extremely nervous. He'd be serious though, explaining his fears and apologizing for pushing you away.

If you didn't confront him, he'd probably approach you when he knew he couldn't avoid it any longer. He tells you about the issue, wholeheartedly expecting you to reject him.

If you reject him, he'd understand. If you reciprocated his feelings, he'd be so grateful and happy. It'd take him a while to get fully comfortable with the new situation, but you'd get to see the old, playful Horohoro soon enough.

He'd be stuck by your side, always at your beck and call whenever you needed him. He's super protective and clingy, always going to you whenever something upsets him. Overall, it'd be a bit of work in the beginning, but he'd be super sweet and loyal!

Ren:

I can see this going one of two ways. He'd either be super confident and accepting of his feelings, or he'd be panicked and freaking out. Maybe both.

Ren's the kind of guy who confronts his problems head on, but he seems to struggle when it comes to an internal problem.

He probably seeks out Yoh's advice first. I mean come on, Yoh's the one with a fiancé after all.

Ren also talks to his family, asking them about how he should go about this. He also wants some other points of view on the matter. After all, he wants to be prepared for every possibility.

He takes some time to prepare. He plans out an outline of what he wants to say, but he also prepares himself for rejection.

Once he feels ready, he approaches you nonchalantly. He keeps his confession short and sweet, laying out the basic foundation of what he wanted and what he'd like if you agreed.

If you reject him, he understands and quickly moves on. It would depend on you whether or not your relationship with him changes, but he wouldn't be too bothered by it.

If you accepted his feelings, he'd be pleased. He'd sit down and quickly establish stuff like boundaries. He's let you know about the stuff that comes with beings his partner, and you'd do the same.

He's not super physically affectionate, but he makes up for it through acts of service.

He's also a bit protective given the enemies him and his family have, so he's usually stuck by your side.

Overall, he's super loyal despite not being super vulnerable. It'd take some time for both of you to find a normal routine, but he'd eventually get the hang of it.

Lyserg:

Lyserg is definitely one of the more complicated ones on this list.

Given how good Lyserg appears to be when it comes to hiding his feelings, I honestly don't know how he'd react when he first realizes his feeling for you.

Whether or not he's with the X-Laws, I think he'd be conflicted on what to do.

I see Lyserg as the one who doesn't do anything about his feelings. He tries pushing them down, hoping that they'll eventually just go away.

I doubt that he'll approach you about it, so you'd probably be the one to confront him about his behavior.

I also think it'd be a lot worse if he had just joined the X-Laws. He'd be missing you terribly, but he'd also be actively ignoring you and pushing you away.

With everything and everyone in the way, you'd probably get fed up or give up. He's not surprised, but he slowly becomes more frantic and persistent in wanting to see you.

If you agree to meet, he'd confess everything. He'd probably cry and beg for at least your forgiveness, promising to never do this again.

If you reject him, he cries himself to sleep that night. If you accept his feelings, he runs to you sobbing. He hugs you tightly, nuzzling into your shoulder and accidently getting your shirt wet.

He'd actively start working on himself in order to help the relationship, even sticking up to Marco a few times. He's not the most affectionate, but I see him as a guy who's great with words. He'd write you little love letters, expressing his love for you and how grateful he was for you.

Overall, he's super sweet and affectionate behind closed doors. He's more modest around the group, but he makes sure too make up for it.

Chocolove:

The most accepting and reassured with his feelings out of the entire group.

When he first realized he fell for you, he didn't mind acknowledging it. Sure, he felt a little embarrassed, but he couldn't help but feel giddy.

He wouldn't change the way he acted around you, but it'd be obvious that he was taking a liking to you. He'd be more playful, more touchy, and he'd do more jokes and stunts to get your praise and attention.

If you reciprocated with teasing remarks, you can expect him to be flustered as hell. He'd quickly regain his composure though, teasing and playfully flirting back.

This wouldn't change when he became blind, but I think he'd start spending more alone time with you.

With everything that'd happened, he'd be a lot more vulnerable with you. The loss of his friends hit him hard, and he doesn't want to take his time with you for granted.

He'd initiate small acts of physical affection, testing the waters to see what you like and don't like. Once you were comfortable with each other, then he'll start being more openly affectionate around the others.

Wrapping his arm around your shoulders, hugging you, holding your hand, it doesn't matter. If you like it, then he likes it.

Eventually, he'd build up the courage to properly confess. Maybe with a cheesy pun, but it's certainly adorable.

If you reject him, he'll understand and back off despite being disappointed. If you accept him, he'll be so happy that he'll pick you up and twirl you around.

Overall, the most playful and relaxed. He'll have his flustered and embarrassed moments, but he knows you love it.

Hao:

The most confident about his feelings. The second he realizes what he's feeling, he immediately begins pursing you.

If you were on his team, he'd pursue you in private. He'd start hanging out with you more, but he doesn't beat around the bush about his feelings.

If you weren't on his side, then he'd have fun messing with you. He'd show up at random times, teasing you relentlessly just to get your attention.

Sometimes after your fights, he'd secretly approach you and compliment your skill. He doesn't do this with amateurs, so he considers you special.

Given his mind reading abilities, he'll automatically know whether you like him or not. Even if you don't feel the same, he'll still continue his fun until he's bored.

If you happen to be bold, he'll happily have flirting sessions with you. His remarks are teasing and playful, but they can sometimes become a little possessive.

He doesn't necessarily feel the need to confess, but he will nonetheless. In private, under the stars, he'll take your hand and ask you to rule beside him.

Breaking the news to the others doesn't matter to him, but he'll be alright with keeping the relationship a secret if you really wanted to.

You'll have to make up for his lack of physical affection from the last 1000 years, so be prepared for a lot of late night snuggles. He'd only be affectionate in private, since he doesn't need anyone else knowing about his weakness: you.

When he becomes the Shaman King, he gives you the option of whether or not you want to stay with him in the Great Spirit. Though, he'd much prefer if you stayed with him.

Overall, he's infatuated with you. After years of being alone, he's grateful to have you by his side.

#shaman king x reader #hao asakura x reader #horohoro x reader #lyserg diethel x reader #ren tao x reader #yoh asakura x reader #chocolove mcdonald x reader #headcannons

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sweetrevxnge · 1 year

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Ghosts In The Snow

Chapter Four

Pairing: Vampire!Kylo Ren x Reader AU

Summary: Six long years had passed under the reign of the First Order. The bitter winters grew longer, and as they did, hope faded from the hearts of the citizens of Hosnian Prime. As a lieutenant in the Resistance cavalry, it was your duty to nurture that ember of hope. After a mission takes an unexpected turn, you are taken prisoner by a commander in the First Order, a mysterious man with an insatiable appetite—for violence, power, and you. In the coming days, you must keep the spark of your own hope alive from the dark confines of the Commander's castle.

Warnings: sexual content, violence, blood kink, gore, mentions/descriptions of injury and death

*concurrently being published on AO3 and Wattpad as well!

Chapter I

Chapter II

Chapter III

Spotify Playlist

Word count: 3.3k

Chapter-specific CW: excessive drinking, vomiting

A/N: "oh he's kinda cute... HE'S A MURDERER! but he's kinda cute..." -y/n

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“You’ve barely touched your food, dear.” Commander Ren’s low voice pulled you from your trance as you poked at the lamb shank on your plate. A fitting entrée for tonight.

“I haven’t much of an appetite,” you muttered, setting the silver fork down beside your dish. You were almost catatonic, and despite your contempt for him, you felt betrayed. It was for that reason that you hadn’t so much as looked in his direction since sitting down, instead choosing to study the other guests in the dining hall—including the stormtroopers stationed at every exit. It was an impossible task—you knew that—but you’d sooner die trying than comply with this farce of a treaty.

A low laugh rumbled in Ren’s chest. “I have no stomach for lamb either; it’s far too tender for my liking. Perhaps you would prefer venison? Or roasted vegetables?”

“No, thank you. Just wine will do,” you said as you tipped your cup back and gulped down the remaining liquid. You imagined you would need many more if you were going to endure this evening.

“If you insist.” He pushed his chair back and lifted his hand, summoning one of the servants. A boy with short, tawny hair rushed over, his hands clasped behind his back.

“Yes sir?” he asked meekly, his eyes darting between yours and the Commander’s. Although he stood with his shoulders back and chin high, his age was obvious from the fat in his face and the pitch of his voice. Anger boiled beneath your skin.

“Fetch more wine for my bride,” Ren instructed, nodding at you as he spoke. “And for me, as well.”

“Of course, sir.” The boy’s fear rolled off of him as he turned on his heels and disappeared into what you assumed was the kitchens.

You narrowed your eyes. “Why am I not surprised that the First Order uses children as servants?”

“Only those whose families owe us a debt. No different from the New Republic’s operations,” he said calmly, tapping the empty cup in his hand.

You shook your head slightly and turned back to your plate. “That’s hardly justification for continuing to do so.”

His eyes followed you as you watched the rest of the guests dine. Everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves, either lost in conversation or filling their plates with the assortment of meats, cheeses, and fruits set out on the table—all but one. Across from you sat a red-haired man, with hollow cheeks and a scowl twisting his features. Given his proximity to the Supreme Leader, you assumed he was another commanding officer.

Beside him was a woman, but unlike the other ladies in the hall dressed in elaborate gowns, she was wearing the same regalia as the men. You furrowed your brows. Was she…? No, she couldn’t be.

Ren leaned in close to your ear, his cold lips brushing your skin. “Captain Phasma of Parnassos, to answer your question.”

His breath sent a shiver down your spine. “Get out of my head,” you snapped, your knuckles white around the body of the cup in your hand.

“How else am I to make conversation with you?”

You scoffed, redirecting your attention to the servant returning with a pitcher of wine in either hand. It was clear by his unsteady footing that the weight of both of them was nearly too much for his small arms.

As he approached the table, you reached for one of the decanters to save his shaking arms. "Thank you," you said, mustering up a smile. Gods knew the poor boy needed some kindness.

“No need, my lady,” he replied quietly, pouring the rich liquid into your cup before reaching for the other pitcher. “Commander…”

Ren presented his empty cup and nodded for the boy to fill it. He obeyed, pouring the dark wine with trembling hands. For such an ordinary exchange, the boy was tense, utterly frightened. Not that you could necessarily blame him.

Once it was full, he set the pitcher down between your plates and quickly returned to his post along the wall. In the hopes of quickening the evening, you finished the cup in a few sips, reaching for the pitcher beside your plate.

A gloved hand seizing your wrist stopped you before you could. “Careful, dear. You might find that mine is a bit too strong for your taste.”

Part of you wanted to try his wine out of defiance, but the rational part of you heeded his warning. With an empty stomach, your wine would be more than enough as it was. You pulled your hand free and reached for the other pitcher. As you poured it, you allowed yourself to feel everything—the anger, the disappointment. How Leia had seemed to so easily forget you. But beneath it all, there was still the ember of hope, buried under the weight of your emotions. It needed to be protected, locked away in the recesses of your mind until you could ignite it once more—until you were free. Once the cup was full, you returned it to its locked box, stowing it away for another time.

“You can’t ignore me forever, you know,” Ren said, taking a sip from his cup.

“I can try,” you countered, doing the same.

He exhaled softly. “I’m sure you will.”

Over the rim of your cup, you could see the red-haired man looking at you, his green eyes locked onto you. You wondered how long he had been watching.

Covering your mouth with your napkin, you asked, “Who is that man next to the captain?”

“That would be General Armitage Hux of Arkanis.”

You hummed. It wasn’t difficult to imagine such a seemingly pompous general coming from a place like Arkanis. “Does he always look so sour?”

Ren scoffed. “Usually less so. He’s been openly displeased about our arrangement.”

“Perhaps he and I have more in common than I realized,” you murmured.

“I think you’d find yourself more outraged with his proposition—gods know the Supreme Leader was,” he said with a light laugh, running a hand through his dark hair.

You cocked an eyebrow. “Is that so?”

He mimicked you, raising his eyebrow in surprise. “Unless you would prefer to be wed to a bastard son.”

“I hardly see how that could be any worse.”

A hand resting on your shoulder immediately pulled you from the conversation. You recoiled, half-expecting it to be General Hux, slinking across the room while you were distracted. You couldn’t have been more wrong.

“My sweeting, it is so lovely to finally meet you,” Supreme Leader Snoke said with an unnerving smile. His touch was cold—even through the fabric of your dress. It felt unnatural, as if he had been trapped in a winter storm for a week.

“Supreme Leader,” you replied, forcing down the bitter taste in your mouth. “What a pleasure.”

It had been over six years since he had murdered Chancellor Villecham, but you wouldn’t know it by looking at him. He was untouched by time—not that he was youthful by any means. Despite his age, there was no silver in his hair or deep creases in his face. Perhaps the wolf skin cloak over his shoulders served as his own personal fountain of youth.

Snoke let out a hoarse laugh, one seemingly loud enough to rattle the crystal chandeliers above. “The pleasure is mine. I take it you’ve found your new chambers more accommodating than your last?”

Rage streaked your vision. There wasn’t a doubt in your mind that he was trying to provoke you—as if you needed reminding that you were nothing more than a bargaining piece to the First Order.

“Yes, thank you for asking,” you replied, bowing your head slightly. “Though I must admit, I had grown rather fond of the rats.”

Snoke let out a short, unamused chuckle. “Such misunderstood creatures, they are.” His gray eyes narrowed as he spoke. He quickly shifted his attention to the man beside you, a wall of ice now standing between you. “My boy… I have faith that you will treat our guest well.” He squeezed Ren’s shoulder tightly, threateningly.

“Of course, Supreme Leader,” he said, the usual color in his voice absent.

“Good. I would hate to have to marry her to Armitage, should you disappoint.”

Ren’s eyes flashed with something akin to envy. “That won’t be necessary.”

Snoke grinned. “I should hope not.”

The air felt thick, as if the room had filled with smoke. You shifted in your seat as the two men stared at each other, locked in silence. Snoke lingered for a moment longer before finally releasing his grip on Ren’s shoulder.

“Please, do enjoy the celebration. The wedding will be held in a fortnight. I had hoped for it to be sooner, but we must allow ample time for our guests to arrive.”

His words fell on you like stones. It wasn’t enough time. A fortnight was hardly enough time to finalize battle strategies—let alone to devise an escape. The flame in your heart waned.

With that, the Supreme Leader crossed to the other side of the table to greet the other guests, starting with Captain Phasma of Parnassos.

Silence stretched between you and Ren, your minds occupied with different concerns. Habitually, you finished your wine and pushed the empty chalice away. “How long should I expect this evening to last?”

“Eager to leave, are we?” Ren teased, taking the liberty of refilling your cup. “It might be wise to eat something. Celebrations like these have a tendency to be drawn out.”

The wine was beginning to take effect, making your skin warm and your mind hazy. Against your better judgment, you continued, draining each cup in a matter of minutes. Truthfully, it was a relief—allowing you to drift to a place far from here, to a place by the sea. A cobblestone home perched on the cliffside, surrounded by vines like veins around a heart. A place that always had a fire in its hearth and a stew simmering above it.

A warm tear hitting your hand pulled you from your reverie. You quickly blinked them away, not wanting anyone to see your emotion—least of all Commander Ren. Empathy wasn’t exactly his strongest virtue.

The night passed in a blur of drinks, hollow introductions, and avoiding your betrothed. It was nearly midnight when you finally staggered back to your chambers, barely lucid. Against your wishes, Ren had accompanied you, ensuring that his prized bride reached her chambers unscathed.

You fumbled with the doorknob for a moment, all too aware of his lingering presence. You continued to ignore him until a sobering realization fell over you.

“Does the Supreme Leader expect you to bed me?” you asked, frowning. The wine suddenly felt heavy in your stomach.

“No,” he said, a flash of humanity in his dark eyes. “Not yet, at least.”

“Oh.” Heat rose to your face. Of course he wouldn’t bed you tonight. If that were the case, the two of you would have been wed during the feast.

“Besides, I don’t intend to take you in this state,” he added, stepping closer. His fingers brushed your cheek as he pushed back a piece of hair that had fallen from your updo. You shivered at the sensation.

“This,” you hissed, stumbling backward until you collided with the doors, “is the only state that would make it tolerable.”

An amused smile played on his lips. “We’ll see.”

Dawn cracked the sky early the next morning, a fateful sign of the long winter ahead. As much as you longed to relish the fleeting sunlight, you were damned to spend the day with a pail in your arms and a cold rag on your neck.

“Are you feeling better at all, my lady?” Rey asked, wringing out a washcloth after soaking it in cool water.

“If only I were. I can’t imagine that there’s anything left to expel,” you said with a shudder, pulling your head from the basin.

Rey blotted your forehead with the cloth, her touch as light as the feather pillows beneath you. She had been silent for most of the morning, which you didn’t necessarily mind. There was an unspoken understanding as to why you were so ill this particular morning.

Hours had passed like this; with her encouraging you to take sips of water and you immediately spitting it up. At this point, it was difficult to tell if the culprit was the constant flow of wine or the extended time you had spent with Commander Ren. Perhaps a bit of both.

After what felt like an eternity, your stomach had settled enough to hold down the water Rey was offering. Once you were able to finish a roll of bread and a cup of broth, she returned to her quarters, allowing you to sleep away the rest of the aches.

When you finally woke, cool moonlight was spilling through the windows, casting shadows on the floor. The fire burning in your hearth had been reduced to a pile of embers and ash, but despite the cool air in the room, sweat coated your skin.

The night terrors that had plagued your sleep in the dungeons were relentless, managing to wake you even after a night of drinking and a day of illness. Every night was the same dream, the memory of the night in the forest. Without failure, the terror always ended with Commander Ren’s mask inches away from your face, close enough to show your reflection in the silver ridges around his eyes. The sight of you, bloodied and bruised, was always enough to wake you from the dream.

Tonight was no different, only this nightmare had a different ending. Instead of your armor, you wore the gown from the feast. Standing before the Commander, you looked at him not with horror, but with admiration. His hands were firm on your waist, holding you tight against him. You were unrecognizable in the reflection of his mask—with ruby lips and dark eyes. Piled around you were the bodies of Resistance soldiers—your soldiers—blood spilling from their ripped throats, staining the snow beneath.

Slowly, you pushed his visor up, but before you could see the man behind it, you jolted awake.

Immediately, you kicked the covers off and ran to the chamber pot, coughing and heaving in an attempt to settle your stomach. Nothing came from it, except possibly waking every occupant of the castle. Before returning to your bed, you used the washcloth and water basin that Rey had left behind to blot your face and neck, hoping to cool the heat under your skin.

You weren’t sure how much time had passed as you stared at the canopy above you, trying to erase the image of the dream from your memory—a task proving to be impossible. With each minute that passed, your breath felt more strained, as if the walls of your chambers were shrinking, suffocating you. It was beginning to feel like you had traded one cage for another.

The wedding was at the forefront of your mind, and you knew that every minute you spent laying awake was precious time slipping away. Despite Ren’s orders to stay in your chambers, you left the warmth of your bed, determined to familiarize yourself with the castle. Even if you couldn’t do it tonight, knowing the layout would benefit you when you did.

Hanging in the wardrobe was a long, dark cloak—perfect for concealing your ivory nightgown from the world. You pulled the hood over your head and carefully cracked the door open, scanning the hallway before stepping out into the unknown.

Flickering candles lined the corridor, but only a few were still burning. No one tends the candles past midnight, you noted, creeping towards the familiar spiraling staircase. As you reached the threshold, you peeked into the main chamber, expecting to find guards posted by every door. To your surprise, the room was empty—other than the portraits of the Supreme Leader gracing the walls. But you were no fool. The First Order was more concerned with outside threats; it only made sense that their guards would protect the exterior of the castle. Until you could be more certain of a safe exit, you would only roam the upper halls.

The corridor leading to your chambers seemed to stretch endlessly, leaving much to be explored. You followed the path, passing by quiet rooms and elegant artwork, committing every detail to memory. The cloak fluttered at your ankles as you crept around, feeling like a marauder trespassing on the grounds. If only you were.

The glow of candlelight dwindled the further you ventured, a sign that you had explored enough for one night. With no help from the drawn curtains, you were blind in the darkness. The threat of being caught outside of your chambers loomed over you as you turned to walk back the way you came, eager to return to the safety of your room. After a few steps, you discovered that the carpet beneath you was entirely different. You froze, searching along the walls for familiar fixtures, but found none. Panic began to swell in your chest at the realization that you were lost.

You tried to retrace your steps—understand how you had managed to get yourself to where you were now, but to no avail. Your breath became difficult—as if your ribs were tightening around your lungs. How could you have been so stupid? What had possessed you to step foot outside your room? Forfeiting the luxury of a proper bed for what—the possibility of finding an escape route?

Adrenaline burned your veins like magma as you swiveled on your heels, clutching your cloak tight around your chest to run. The solid frame of a man standing behind you quickly put an end to your efforts. An involuntary gasp escaped your lips as you collided with his chest.

“Lost, are we?”

Your heart plummeted through your chest. You didn’t need to look up to know exactly who had found you. In a moment of pure instinct, you answered with a half-lie. “I couldn’t sleep. I was only trying to find a bit of fresh air.”

Commander Ren chuckled as he gently pushed the hood of your cloak back. The material shifted on your shoulders, revealing your nightgown beneath. Even under the veil of darkness, you felt exposed.

“Were the windows in your chambers insufficient?” he asked, moving his hand to tip your chin up.

“Yes,” you said, reluctantly meeting his gaze. His eyes were an abyss, drinking you in as you stood there. He looked ethereal, with messy, black curls and a loose sleep shirt to match. As your eyes roamed his figure, you were reminded of the night terror that had incited this predicament.

At that, he released your chin and offered you his hand. “Perhaps you would prefer to go for a stroll outside, then?”

Outside? You couldn’t recall how long it had been since you had even been outside—since you had felt the crisp winter air kiss your skin or listened to the song of cicadas in the dead of night. As enticing as his offer was, you hesitated. Was this another trick? Was he luring you outside of the castle walls to lock you out as punishment for disobeying his orders?

Your fingers twitched at your side.

Noticing your apprehension, he sucked in a deep breath. “Do my intentions seem so insincere?”

Silence followed. You wished for a mountain of bricks, ones you could use to barricade your mind from his sorcery.

Finally, you said, “Forgive me for being mistrusting, Commander.” Regardless of the frequency with which you said his title, it never failed to make your mouth bitter. Carefully, you slipped your hand into his, a chill running up through your body at his touch. “I would like that very much.”

Through the darkness, you watched as his gaze lowered to your joined hands, satisfaction burning in his eyes. “Allow me.”

#don't drink the kool aid (commander ren's wine)#also sneaky broom kid cameo bc he’s my king #ben solo #ben solo x reader #kylo ren #kylo ren x reader #kylo ren x y/n #kylo ren x you #ben solo x fem!reader #ben solo x you #star wars #star wars fanfiction #star wars self insert #kylo ren smut #ben solo smut #my writing #vampire!kylo #vampire kylo #vampire kylo ren

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lunar-writes-things · 1 year

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My Knight in Shining Armor

Pairing: Rendog x Reader

Summary: In which your oath is broken but not by your own measures

Genre: Romance, fluff

Extra notes: Kinda sad in the beginning,

Content warnings (If any): Y/n thinking scars are ugly (THEYRE NOT BTW)

WC: 2.4k

You were born to be a guard to a Royal.

Your Mother and Father were Guards and they needed someone to continue the bloodline. Guarding the monarch is not an easy job, you knew that. Vigorous training prepared you for any and all situations.

The ruler was more important than your life

That was the thing you were told for most of your life.

But no one told you how exhausting it would be. You're entire life dedicated to one person, to someone who doesn't even treat you as a human. It hurt but it was your reality. Your kingdom wasn't very nice either. The king who you grew up around was easily exiled right before war and was replaced with an incompetent lover of the essential god.

This ruler was not kind. Using his men as shields. However, you were his personal guard and you took most of the hits for the king. From the short time that he took over, Your three scars turned to hundreds from blocking the attacks on his life and the non-existent poison tolerance that you had soon became a hefty skill that was needed to protect the king.

Many nights you cried to sleep or were sick with a raging fever that had to be ignored in favor of protecting your current royal leader.

Many nights you wished you had never been born for this life.

No one told you how empty you would feel after leaving.

You left for another realm when you were on your last life, somewhere calm and nice. Somewhere to relieve you of all stress and somewhere that will allow your true passion to shine through.

Hermitcraft

The server was not small by any means but when you stepped through the portal still in your Armor, you expected the scars underneath to vanish.

They didn't

You would have to live with this marking of evil for the rest of your life.

Sighing you sucked up your emotions and made sure your helm was on tight and had no chance of ever getting off. The People greeted you with warm smiles so you greeted them the best way you knew how by dropping to a knee, putting your fisted left hand over your heart, and bowing your head.

"A pleasure to be here," You said and looked up "Thank you for having me."

"Thank you for joining us," A man in front of you said, he was dressed in a red shirt, suspenders, and jeans with what seemed to be wolf ears and a tail "We can't wait to see what you cook up this season."

You gave him a smile they couldn't see and said "I hope its up to your expectations."

With that the group split up and for the first time in all of your life... You were alone.

No one to follow, no one to protect, it felt...

empty

You appreciated the peace but in the back of your mind, something ached for you to protect. Something told you be wary of everything and everyone when you knew you had no reason to. Still, after punching down a tree the first thing you made was a makeshift wooden sword. An ode to something that was born to be killed.

You weren't far into the season making friends and cracking jokes and never taking off your helm when Ren himself had decided he would be king. Hearing the declaration you dropped to a kneel, right leg at a 90 degree angle and right arm resting upon it.

The others were either confused or just kinda agreed. Thus ended the meeting and most people left.

Most

You, Bdubs and Ren stayed in the room. You never moved from your position, staying as still as a statue. You would until the king dismissed you.

“Y/n?” Ren asked

“Yes, my king?” You replied softly

“Look at me,” He said curiously and watched in surprise as your head snapped up “Stand?”

You stood so quickly it made you dizzy

“Why do you do that?” Ren asked

“I am a knight, it is my duty to protect the king. Shall there be a monarch around, I shall play into the role I was born to do.” You replied, voice never wavering despite the tears welling up in your eyes. You never wanted to be in this position again yet here you were

“At ease,” Bdubs said but you did nothing

“At ease?” Ren sounded unsure but you relaxed and he sighed “Feel free to speak freely. What was that about?”

“Old habits die hard,” You shrugged

"By the way," Bdubs piped up "What do you mean 'play into the role I was born to do?' That was... interesting. Does it have to do with the armor you're always wearing and why we cant see your face under your helmet?"

"Yes," You said "That's a long story however, and I'm not quite sure how long we have."

"Right now we have all the time in the world." Ren said with a playful smile "and Dogs are very good listeners."

"Okay..." You started slowly "Might wanna have a seat though, Your legs may get tired."

When they sat, Ren in his throne and Bdubs in the chair beside and you on the floor, You began your story. A tale of a baby born to be a guard, a tale of human sacrifice that never died, a tale of a person in complete and utter misery and a tale of someone who is healing and practicing healthy boundaries.

"Y/n..." Ren whispered and knelt before them "You don't have to do this."

"I know, but It feels nice having a purpose again." Y/n admitted "Although i do hate myself for knowing I may have to sacrifice so many lives for you."

"You will never have to sacrifice yourself for me," Ren grabbed your hands and looked at you earnestly "You are a person and you deserve to be treated as such."

Your heart skipped a beat and suddenly you were glad no one could see your face as you were blushing a bright pink and you felt your helm get ten times warmer. "I- I thank you My king," You whispered "I deeply appreciate your words and I pledge to stay by your side no matter what will happen and shall I fail you may take my head."

for it would be easier if you take my head rather than my heart

Y/n was Ren's guard almost immediately and thus began their good deeds around the server.

As Y/n followed Ren around with a watchful eye and previous paranoia creeping up but as you spent more time with him... you couldn't help but start to feel... Something. An unfamiliar emotion you've never encountered before in your life but when you asked Pearl and Gem about it, they giggled and said that you were in love.

This had you blushing hard beneath your helm. You had seen love, Every so often when you were allowed to have a free day, you visited the city within the castle walls. There you saw all kinds of love. It was eye opening and had you yearning to leave the kingdom you were born to protect but you never thought you would fall for the person you were serving.

Ren on the other hand knew exactly what this emotion was, because he was experiencing it with you. It was impossible to leave your watchful eye but he didn't even think he wanted to. Being around you was so... invigorating yet so calming. It made his tail wag at speeds he didn't know of.

He was so enamored by your presence and your fierce personality. Despite it being a little off-putting at first, Ren began to fall in love with your loyalty, the fact that when he was around he knew he would be safe no matter what but he soon fell for your kindness.

You were always helping someone. When Grian was spooked out of his mind, you calmed him down and let him rest on your shoulders while you walked and talked about everything and everything that you knew about being a knight. When Xisuma was having a hard time with his base you helped him and gave suggestions and even helped him build. Now, You were helping Jellie out of a tree because she was spooked by some thunder and now you were soaking wet while he and Bdubs stood dry under the umbrella that you made.

When you finally got Jelly down, You protected the cat all the way to Scarland and even build a small shelter for the kitten in the pouring rain. When you rejoined Ren, you still stood under the rain, letting him and Bdubs have the umbrella so he insisted to head back to the crastle.

"I think that will be all for today Y/n." Ren said as you entered the crastle "Please take a break and a shower. I don't need my faithful guard getting sick."

"Of course My king," You said and made your way into the Crastle and into the room that was designated to be yours

Ren sighed as he watched you leave, tail and ears drooping."

"You are down bad," Bdubs said once you were out of ear shot and Ren's ears perked up as he flushed a bright red

"Yeah- I am." He said "But I don't think Y/n would ever go for someone like me. Didn't they say that it could get them intruble if they fell for the king they served?"

"That was in their old realm," Bdubs pointed out "This is their new realm and you're king. If you really wanted you could change that for them."

"You're right..." Ren said, his tail beginning to was ferociously "I'll go tell them right now!"

You had sighed in relief when you took the warm shower. The rain chilled you to your bones and even through most of your armor deflected the rain it still seeped through the gaps of where you have to move your joints.

Now within the safety of your room, all your armor was off including your helm. It felt wonderful to not be in that enclosed space but there was still a wary part of you that felt the need to keep it close but you figured you didn't need it as you were half naked after getting out of your shower thinking no one would burst in.

You thought wrong

Ren burst in spouting some new decree that slowly sputtered out when he noticed you, half dressed and armor off. When Ren walks in on them changing, he falls in love all over again. Their flushed face is a sight to behold with eyes glittering like the gems below the earth's crust and a mouth so plush he has to physically restrain himself from kissing them.

"My king?" they ask, shaking from nervousness and the fact that they felt (and was basically) naked in front of the king

Their crush.

"Y/n?" He asked softly and watched as Panic flooded through you

"Don't look at me!" You exclaimed and used your hand to try and hide your face, try to hide all the scars that had marred you and made you unattractive

"Y/n... Your face..." He said softly and stepped forward "You're absolutely gorgeous."

"Wait- What?" Y/n asked and Ren grabbed your arm and brought it down so he could see your face "What do you mean. I'm hideous. These scars of evil remind me everyday why I wear my helm. Why I stopped protecting kings that didn't treat people correctly. Scars that remind me that I should be dead."

"Those scars are proof of your victories." Ren spoke up and cupped your face, thumb tracing some of the smaller scars on your cheek "They are proof that You should be alive because if you were really meant to be dead then you would be gone already. You are not hideous, In fact I think you're more beautiful this way."

A chill went down your spine as he called you beautiful and traced the scars. You closed your eyes and slowly leaned into his touch, cautious in case he ever decided he was joking.

"Are you sure?" You asked softly "Many of the men in my old kingdom shamed me for my scars. Calling me hideous, a monster, and some other cruel words. After a few times I just never took off my armor in front of other people again."

"They are liars," Ren said softly and leaned forward to press his forehead against yours "And they were just intimidated by your beauty. They did not see your kindness, your loyalty, your humor, and all the things that make you shine brighter than any diamond."

You were rendered speechless and before you could stop yourself the words tumbled from your lips

"I love you so much Ren." The words were said in such a rush eve you could barely catch them but you said them and you slapped your hands over your mouth and turned a beautiful cherry red but ren?

Ren looked so relieved to hear those words

"I Love you too Y/n," He said "May I kiss you?"

"Yes," You sighed

Ren was slow with his kiss, Pressing his lips to yours slowly as if to not scare you. He pulled away after a second and he twitched, as if he was restraining himself. His tail was wagging behind him wildly and he pulled you in for another kiss, this one with more passion and it took your breath away.

"Be mine Y/n," He whispered, his voice breathy when he pulled away "I may not be king forever but I will do everythin in my power to make sre you are always treated like royalty."

"Even if you are not king, I will protect you with my life." You replied "For you will always be my king."

Ren grinned and pressed kisses all over your face.

"Thank you." He whispered against your skin

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The stationary series

Part III

Tinfoil Chef and Rendog

Synopsis: a series which depicts my view of what type of stationary each of the hermits would use, and how their office would look! To avoid a massive post this has become a series. Under the headcanons of each hermit I’ve includeda list of the stationary used for reference.

A/N: I’m very sorry to hear about TFC’s passing, and his headcanons for this series is extra long and detailed as this is my way of remembering him.

Tinfoil Chef:

He is a true hermit at heart, spending most of his time down in the mines

There is enough light, provided by torches and other light sources in his bigger, more complex roads, so he definitely carries notes with him

From block palette's he used to make the broader, more decorated parts of his mine, to a small map with directions, he jots it all down

He's mostly a fan of mechanical pencils, they're easy to use, and the lead doesn't break as easily with the metal encasing (alike to the rotring rapid pro-0.5)

They are also way easier to clean all the dust off from spending the days carving new passages out of stone

He makes the lead refills himself, as they are made from the carbon of all the coal he finds deep down

Using the coal for this also leaves the lead darker than the average pencil which is convenient for low light levels!

Some fellow hermits seek him out, the short moments he spends above the ground, for his brilliant craftsmanship of the lead fillings (especially Iskall)

For the times when he does prefer ink, he tends to go for a plain metal dipping pen

There are no complicated ink channels and cartridges to keep clean, or prevent from drying

Just the nib that has to be cleaned with water after use, and he prefers the simplicity of it

The wooden handle is worn, and the position of his hand is carved in the worn gloss that had once covered the wood

Because he is quite attached to it, though he most likely wouldn't admit it directly, it is almost always placed on a small stand in his small base under the ground as he is too afraid it would get damaged if he took it with him on his travels

This does mean that once he returns, sometimes after a few days, to draw the new passages on the large map he has on his wall of his cave system, it can be covered in a small layer of dust which will always be gently and carefully wiped away before use

The ink he uses is most often black, he likes the neutrality of it, and how visible it is in low light levels, he also has grey inks in various degrees of darkness

He uses these mostly for drawing passages on his map he plans to add later or things he isn't quite sure about yet

His actual base underground is small, simple, and optimised for its tasks

He has a bed, a lot of storage for all his materials, and a small wooden desk against the wall

His desk is quite neat, a lantern sitting on the edge to provide adequate lighting, the pots of ink ranging lightest to darkest on the other side, a small wooden (personally carved) stand for his pen and a spare mechanical pencil against the wall

There are some notes on the wall, sketches of what he thinks would look good when he creates the main hallways, countless of coordination's of which some he has forgotten what the destination was, various other notes and- off to the side- hangs a picture of him with his wife

One entire wall is covered in parchment paper, a lantern hanging from the ceiling on its two sides, once he had hung one lantern in the middle of the room and called it a day, however his shadow started to bother him increasingly when he added details to the map and so he had come up with this solution

The map is surprisingly neat; however, it has the occasional drop of ink running down a line, or the splatter of a drop of ink

It is the cost of convenience, he'd said

With his base in the middle, the passages featured different access points to the surface (with some even leading to someone's base) with small notes where they ended up, and broader roads for his intricately decorated halls

left to right: metal dip pen with wooden handle, brand unkown, several grey ink swatches of several inks, specifics can be read in the picture, Rotring mechanical pencil 0,5mm width, and a sketch of what i’d think his map would look like in charcoal

Rendog:

Before Ren became a king he thrived with simplicity and a more modern \ technical aesthetic

Regarding his writing in ink needs, he likes to use a TWSBI eco white RGT fountain pen (picture below)

The reasoning is actually quite simple, it writes quite nice and smoothly but above all it is practical

You can see far in advance when the ink will run dry through the see-through barrel of the pen so if he will be out for a long time building and the ink is almost empty, he can refill before he goes

Not only that, but if there are problems with the pen, he can see the ink, where it is, and observe what the problem is and how to fix it

Maybe it will be fixed by a run through with water, or he'll haveto take the pen apart to some degree, at least he'll know before acting

He is also secretly in love with the modern design of the pen, the aesthetic of which reminding him of the GIGA Corps space station in a sense

Ren would be a hoarder of some kind, be it different brands and colours of ink, or a fast growing collection of more fountain pens, possibly with similar designs or the same brand that do not fit on his display tray anymore, or perhaps different types of paper and parchment until he has found the best paper to use, but he hoards something, and it probably won't be something a lot of hermits know about

He is less fixated with pencils, and instead of using one, or a few designated pencils he will leave those small (Ikea sized) pencils all over the place

Ren after he has become king has a more different style than before, everything is a bit more classical, everything has to be shown off a bit more, and above all, it should show he is the king of the server

His modern designed fountain pen will have to make room for the more extravagant Forbidden City HRH Limited Edition pen by visconti (picture below)

The gold, silver and royal red colour is, in his opinion, more fitted for a king

With this, one most write in a similar extravagant coloured ink, for which the gold resembling ink Golden sands by diamine (pictured below) would be used (for the record I DO NOT recommend putting any shimmer inks near a fountain pen of that price, but I digress)

Though for the less official documents one can occasionally see the king reaching for his retired TWSBI pen, or at the very least, use a more muted royal red colour such as the ink Red dragon by Diamine which was probably a favourite of his from before he became King

Maybe he would care to invest in a better pencil as King, but most likely would he leave the drawing of any drafts to his loyal subject Bdubz

This doesn't mean however that his hoarding abilities cease, instead (with the newly acquired budget) it would most likely get worse

The castle (or Crastle) must have a separate office room to suit his needs, with a grand desk for all the paperwork that is needed to rule over a server as big as Hermit craft

The room would be big, two walls covered with bookshelves, a dramatic window with his desk in front of it, a chair across his for small audiences, and a red carpet on the floor

The desk would have a small stand for his fountain pen, while he'd keep his old favourite pens in a drawer for easy access, two pots of ink for easy refilling (the red and gold previously mentioned), a whole lot of papers and a set of candles off to the side

Ideally his office window would overlook the shopping district, so he'd have something to watch when he gets bored or distracted

left to right: TWSBI eco RGT fountain pen in white, Red dragon diamine ink, Golden sands diamine ink, extravagant Forbidden City HRH Limited Edition pen by visconti

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Damn Your Eyes [Chapter One] [Yandere Ren Hana x Reader]

Title: Damn Your Eyes [Chapter One: The Last Day] [Yandere Ren Hana x Reader]

Synopsis: Years ago, you were the captive of a serial killer named Strade. And you weren't the only one he kept. After Strade was killed by one of his victims, you ran away--and now your past is finally catching up with you. Chapter one is set during Boyfriend to Death.

Word count: 6352

Chapter notes: Yandere, kidnapped reader, past noncon, graphic violence, descriptions of blood, violence and gore, descriptions of death (not reader)

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She was crying again. Well, no wonder. There were holes in her feet, dotting the top of her thighs. Blood had dribbled down from the gored holes in her flesh like little streams, then dried out.

The thin, wavy dried out trickles made you think, abruptly, of unfettered period blood, then of Carrie by Stephen King. The scene in the shower, where she gets her period and freaks out. The other girls threw tampons and sticky pads at her and shrieked, chanting, bonded by a morbid commiseration of the entrance to so-called womanhood: Plug it up! Plug it up! Plug it up!

Plug it up, you thought.

But she couldn’t, even if she wanted to. Her hands were bound behind her. Did he tie them back like that so that she couldn’t try to hurt him, or because it gave him easier access to her flesh? Maybe a bit of both.

She looked uglier when she cried. Snot bubbled out of her nose and joined a dried streak of blood that went from her nose down to her chin. Her nose was probably broken, hence the blood; the flesh of it was black and blue and an awful shade of green.

One part of you longed to retrieve an ice pack from the freezer and hold it to the bruised, swollen flesh. Hush her cries. Give her an ounce of humanity that might carry her for another few hours, the way Ren once did to you.

Another part of you, the new you forged under Strade’s knife (and boots and hammers and power drill) wished she’d just die already, so you wouldn’t have to hear her cry or be standing here obediently, waiting for Strade to come back down. You were probably going to have to participate in this next stream–why else would he call you down in the middle of one of his “projects”?

Unless he was lonely. But even so, he could always kill two birds with one stone. You, here to give him company; and you, here to entertain his horrid audience. And himself, above all. Himself, always.

The basement door at the top of the stairs creaked open and you heard his heavy bootsteps–thump, thump, thump–before he called out jovially.

“Are you still there, Liebling? You didn’t run off, did you?”

As if you were stupid enough to do that. You were many things now. Stressed. Afraid. Desperate. Tired. More selfish. Maybe a little bit masochistic, a trick of your brain to keep you from totally losing your mind as you were tortured. All these things and more besides, but stupid was not one of them.

“Wouldn’t dream of it!” You called back, lightening your tone. It was important not to sound too scared. Strade wanted you scared, yes, but he didn’t want you to be some obedient, squeaky little mouse. That was too boring. It was best to act as normally as you could, considering the circumstances. That seemed to please him more, at least on most days. Some days nothing you did was right and you went to bed with a swollen eye and broken fingers, eased by frozen peas that Ren snuck you from the kitchen before he went to sleep.

You’re not the only one who noticed him coming down. The woman in front of you began to tremble and sob more violently, pulling at her bound wrists. It wouldn’t do any good. It never did. How long did she have to live? How long did any of you in this house have to live?

By the time Strade made it down the stairs, her cries were practically at a fever-pitch. You didn’t want to look to see what he’d run off to fetch, but he didn’t give you a choice.

He called your name. “Come here, darling, I need your help with this.” And oh, you kept your eyes downcast until all you could see was his boots. But then it was time to look up, and you did, and no matter how many times you witnessed him preparing to torture another person, it still made your stomach roil.

He’d brought down a p[ot of boiling water, which he carefully held by the handle with both hands. Tucked underneath his armpit was the bag of frozen peas. The bag, you thought, because for as long as you’d been here, no one ever cooked them. They got passed around between you and Ren under cover of night.

Here they were, in the light of day. You suspect you wouldn’t want to re-use them after this.

“Be my Lamm and take the peas, won’t you?” The sensible part of you eyed him warily; it wouldn’t be below him to toss the pot of boiling water at you while you reached for them, just to fuck with you. But you didn’t disobey him, either. You carefully leaned over and slid the bag from underneath his armpit, and held it in your hand.

He smiled. Grinned, really, which was a bad sign for the sobbing woman tied to the pole. His good moods and bad moods were both equally shitty, but in your unfortunately well-experienced opinion, it was his good moods that produced the most painful scenarios.

“Now!” He crouched down in front of the crying woman and grabbed her chin. She shrieked and tried to jerk her face away, but he held her tight. “I’m sure your wounds are sore, aren’t they?” She sobbed out something–meaningless pleading that you’d long since lost the ability to discern–and he tsked.

“Oh, poor thing. I know just what might help!” He snapped his fingers and looked back at you. “My lovely friend here will give you some ice to help you feel better. Won’t you?” He grinned wider and you nodded, feeling both scared and numb in a confusingly equal measure, as you crouched down next to him.

She yelped when you placed the frozen bag on a group of puncture wounds on her thigh, but you held it fast. It probably hurt more than it soothed. An icy bag right up against wounded skin didn’t sound pleasant. But maybe it would numb it a little. That might be better than nothing.

“Perfect! Now…” He reached over and picked up the steaming pot of water, still bubbling from its boil on the stove. “Hold still, my Lamm… wouldn’t want to splash you.”

It was so strange, the way that your time with Strade had made it possible for you to actually keep your hand there, despite the fact that you knew he was about to pour boiling water on the skin of this poor woman. Pour it right where it would surely splash on you a little, if not a lot. Probably a lot. Two birds, one stone, and all that.

It didn’t matter if it was strange. Your fingers flexed and your muscles tensed as you saw him turn the pot over slowly, and steaming water came flying down, pouring over the woman’s wounds.

She screamed. It was loud. It hurt your ears. The irritation of it distracted you from seeing Strade move the pot around so that the water trailed over the frozen peas–and your hand keeping it pressed against her–as he covered her thigh in the water.

“Fuck!” You said, biting your cheek hard. Your fingers danced on the bag but you didn’t dare pull away. You could see your own skin turning a shade of red. Her thighs had taken the brunt of it, though. There were even blisters forming on her skin already as she sobbed and cried and begged for someone, anyone, to help her.

You were someone. You were anyone.

You couldn’t help her.

“Language, liebchen,” Strade said, teasingly. You mumbled out an apology, although you doubt he actually cared.

He sighed when the pot was emptied, and tossed it on the floor.

“I don’t know… I just don’t think it’s enough. Do you?” He grasped your burned hand and you couldn’t stifle the sound of yelping pain as he gripped it hard. Your skin would blister too–it was already peeling a little.

“What…whatever you think is best,” you stammered.

“That’s right,” he said, grinning. He gave your hand a squeeze and you groaned. “I think I’ll work a little more on this project myself before dinner.” He let your fingers go, and you cradled your hand against your chest. “Have Ren take care of that. Come back down when it’s wrapped up.” his free hand grabbed the chin of the sobbing, bleeding, blistered woman again. “I think we’ll make a movie, and I need my prettiest co-star to help me out.”

“Of course.” You gave her one half-pitiful glance–the way her frightened, bloodshot eyes darted to you with a mixture of anger and pity made you want to hurl–and went up the stairs.

By the time you’d made it to the top, you already heard Strade pulling out his video equipment.

—

“It… doesn’t look too bad,” Ren said quietly. He held your hand underneath the sink, letting the cold water soothe your burn. But every time your hand trembled and the stream went just out of reach, it burned again, and you winced.

“Most of it hit her thigh,” you whispered. Though you didn’t need to, since both of you were well aware that Strade was busy in the basement. Old habits die hard, however. “She got it worse.”

Ren hummed. “They usually do.” He told you to keep your hand in place while he fumbled in the cabinet under the sink, looking for supplies. “I don’t know if he has–oh!” His ears twitched and perked up as he found what he’d been looking for.

It was a tube of burn relief ointment. He flipped it over and read the back, mumbling all the while. “It’s expired but…”

You smiled, just a little, and finished his sentence for him.

“Better than nothing, right?”

Ren smiled, and you caught sight of his tail curling behind him as he turned off the sink and told you to sit down on the toilet so she could wrap you up.

Was it wrong that some of the most pleasant moments in this house, if you could call them pleasant, were with Ren? Especially quiet moments like this, where he took care of you, or you took care of him. You were both well acquainted with fixing up the results of your time with Strade by now.

He’d cleaned out deep cuts on your back, and you’d iced and splinted his broken toes. He let you curl up in his nest of a bed after a particularly awful night of torture, and you let him slide under your covers when he’d had an nightmare about the last time Strade made him kill someone.

It was transactional in some ways, you supposed. But when you saw his ears perk up or his tail swoosh or the way his eyes seemed to light with something genuine behind them while you talked with him, you realized it wasn’t all practical. It couldn’t be. Not when you were in this together.

Ren made quick work of bandaging your hand. The cream was smoothed over the reddened, flaking parts of your skin and he wrapped your hand up with a bandage. It hurt, still, but nothing to write home about. Hah! As if you’d ever be allowed to write home.

Hell, if by some miracle you could write home, how would you even word the letter?

“Dear mom and dad, last night my captor-who-also-fucks me made me keep my hand on a table while he hammered nails underneath my fingernails and asked me which one hurt the most. P.S. The milk in the fridge is expired and he’s threatening to make me or Ren drink it because of the waste.”

The thought made you snort. Ren looked up from his spot on the floor, where he’d taken to impromptu digging through the cabinet to look for some undisclosed item.

“What’s funny?”

You mulled it over. Sometimes, you didn’t like to tell Ren what you were thinking. You trusted him, to an extent. You liked him, to an extent. You were friends, to an extent. How far did that extent go? It depended.

He was here first, and sometimes, the tension between the two of you was too taut and fraught to ignore. There was always that underlying worry, an electric buzz you couldn’t turn off all the way: what if Strade decided he didn’t want two captives? Or what if he felt two was his limit, and he wanted to bring someone new in?

Which one of you would get the ax–literally?

But this was maybe not the type of thing that Ren might murmur to Strade in a moment of weakness. It was harmless, wasn’t it, to make a joke about writing home?

“I was just imagining what I might write home in a letter to my parents.” You flexed your bandaged hand. “I mean, if we were allowed to write home.”

“Like from a summer camp?” Ren asked. He pulled his knees up and rested his chin on them.

“I guess,” you replied, smiling a little. “Although this would be one…” Fucked up, disgusting, hellish– “Specialty summer camp.”

Ren snorted a little. “Definitely not like the ones in movies.”

“Maybe horror movies,” you added with a grin. One of your front teeth–not from the center two, thank hell–was missing now, so you rarely grinned. But it felt different when it was just you and Ren alone. It was okay to let him see those imperfections, because he had them too. Maybe not missing teeth, but…

“Sleepaway Camp!” He blurted. “Or Friday the 13th…”

You started to open your mouth, ready to tell him that you once saw a screening of the first Friday the 13th at a summer camp, when an all-too-familiar sound came wafting up from the cracked open basement door.

“Liebling! It doesn’t take that long to bandage a little burn! I hope I don't have to come get you.”

Ren’s tail went straight up at the sound of Strade’s voice. The sing-song nature of his words did not hide the danger in them. If you had a tail, yours would be standing stock straight too. But your body had to make do with your muscles tensing and your bowels clenching hard.

“I have to go,” you murmured, hopping off the toilet seat.

You paused in the doorway. Ren had his knees hugged to his chest, his ears flat against his head. No doubt he was wondering if Strade would call him down, too. Or if he’d be pissed off about something and take it out on Ren later.

“Thanks for patching me up, Ren.” His ears twitched, and he glanced up at you. “Really, I mean it.” You smiled–grinned, showing off one of your missing teeth. “I’m glad you’re here with me.”

His tail relaxed a little and he smiled back, an almost puppy-like grin crossing his expression for a moment, and it was enough to give you some vague emotional relief as you left the bathroom before Strade was forced to come up the stairs and retrieve you.

–

She wouldn’t last another day. That much was clear. Her blood was everywhere now. On the floor. Smeared on her skin. On Strade’s hands–on yours.

Of course he’d made you participate. You were his lovely assistant, after all. Although he always said Ren was better at the work, when it came down to it. You were too prone to trembling and hesitation. To say nothing of your occasional habit of vomiting at the sight of anything more than blood–guts, in particular, were your weakness.

Hers, too, by the way she quivered at the sight of the large hunting knife Strade twirled in his hands.

“I think this has gone on long enough. Don’t you, Schatz?” He looked back at you with a thoughtful smile. “Shall we end it?”

Without thinking much, you nodded. Yes, it had gone on long enough. Yes, you wanted her to just die already. Yes, you wanted to go over to the sink and scrub your hands until they were pruney and wrinkled and there was no trace of her visceral fluids on your skin.

“Go on,” he told you, gesturing at the trembling woman. Covered in cuts and gouges and burns. Where there had been dried blood earlier today, there were now smears of fresh gore. From Strade’s boots and the knife. Strade had even taken a blow torch to the burns caused by the boiling water, making them go from peeling and red to a series of gouged, pus-like craters in her flesh.

Cold seeped into your socks from the floor as you walked over to her. She regarded you with dull, dying eyes. She opened her mouth, maybe to say something, but whatever word she might have come up with wouldn’t come. Her swollen, bruised lip trembled as blood dribbled out of it.

One of the handcuff keys was taped to the back of the poll. Strade always liked to keep extras around, in case he lost the original but still wanted to uncuff someone. He usually didn’t uncuff people unless they were being bound in some other way (usually not a good sign) or he was just about finished with them (definitely a bad sign); and in this case, you knew she was being released only to make killing her a little more fun.

Her hands flopped forward as soon as the cuffs were undone. There was a brief moment where you saw her regard her wrists, all reddened and cut from where the metal handcuffs dug into them.

But the moment was over as soon as Strade stepped forward and pulled her close with a decisive yank of her hair. She yelped–you were surprised she had the yelp in her, her voice should have been shot from all the screaming–and he twisted her hair tight to keep her still.

“It’s been fun, but it’s time to go now. Don’t take this personally, hm? Or do, actually, it might make you feel better.”

She didn’t have time to respond. He rarely wanted them to say anything, you thought. It was just part of his internal script, a set of syllables that gave him extra pleasure as he snuffed out someone’s internal light.

He stuck the hunting knife into her gut and twisted. She didn’t scream. She barely shouted. The sound, instead, was one of strangled horror. Like she couldn’t believe what was happening to her. He twisted again, and she grunted and gasped, a sound that was almost like a deep, gaping hiccup.

“Shh,” he murmured, a sick grin splitting his face. His eyes darted over her face, and you got a front-row view of how his expression was gleefully illuminated by the sight of her own life fading away. He enjoyed it so much, he even let go of the knife handle so that he could grasp her face with both hands and keep her dying gaze in his sights.

Who was she? What had she been, before the basement? Was she thinking about her friends, her family? Did she have children that were going to be left behind? Maybe she was in college, maybe she’d been studying for exams that would never happen. There would be uneaten prepared lunches in her fridge, a bookmark that would never move past a certain page.

Her hands went tremblingly to the handle of the knife sticking out of her. She held the handle tenderly with bruised, bloody hands. Didn’t Strade see it? No, he was too focused on her face. But he didn’t even see the way her expression shifted.

No, he saw it. But maybe he didn’t know what it meant, because he’d never been on the other end. The way she went from looking confused and horrified to determined.

She didn’t act right away.

You could have said something. You could have called out a warning.

But instead you watched as the dying woman yanked the knife out of her gut, viscera and blood coming out with it, and stabbed it right into Strade’s neck.

He gasped now. A gaping, strangled sound. His hands went instinctively to his neck and it took him a few slow, trembling tries to pull it out. You saw the blood arch and spurt–an artery–and he fell to his knees.

The woman stepped away with what must have been her last ounce of energy. She had only enough life left in her to turn to you and smile–she was missing teeth, too–before she collapsed on the ground. She was still alive, but her shock would come soon after.

It wasn’t her you were watching, anyway. It was Strade.

His eyes darted to and fro until they landed on you. He had his hand pressed against the wound now, but it wasn’t doing much good. He would need a proper compress… an ambulance… surgery of some kind.

You don’t know why you called him. To help Strade? To help you?

“Ren.”

Not loud enough.

“Ren.”

Still not loud enough.

“Ren!”

Before you knew it, you were simply screaming his name, filling the basement with a different pitch of scream than it was used to. Your own voice was barely recognizable.

The basement door slammed open and you heard frantic footsteps pounding down the stairs. You saw Ren, only a blur of orange in your shock, take in the scene. His own mouth slowly gaped open, but unlike Strade and the unfortunate woman on the floor and your own panting lips, no sound came out.

Ren said your name. You think it was Ren, because Strade was surely in no position to talk. It shook you out of your stupor and you ran to him, clinging to his arm, crying fitfully. He wrapped one arm around you and the two of you stood, together, watching Strade bleed.

“What do we do?” The inside of your elbow pressed hard against Ren’s back as you held him. You wanted to snuggle, like the way you did on good nights. You wanted him to make it all go away.

Maybe he sensed this. Because while the two of you had clung together in so many occasions, this time, he stood up taller. He held you tighter. And then he assessed the situation.

Ren watched Strade quietly for a long moment. Strade gazed up at him–at you, too, but mostly Ren–with wide-eyed helplessness. The look didn’t suit him at all. He seemed to know it.

“Help me,” Strade managed. It almost didn’t feel like speech. Maybe the knife had grazed his vocal chords.

Neither of you moved at first. There was a long moment in which either of you could have sprung into action; could have ran to the supply cabinet and grabbed thick gauze to press against the wound, while the other could have bounded up the stairs to call an ambulance.

But you didn’t. And Ren didn’t.

And then Ren looked at you, and took a step backward. He pulled you with him, and you went willingly, taking another step, and another, until the two of you were standing at the bottom of the stairs.

“You…” Strade gurgled out the word, and blood came bubbling out in between the fingers pressed against his neck with it. “You…”

He didn’t get to finish. His eyes widened and you saw the light leave them before he collapsed on the floor.

For the first time since you’d been brought here, the basement was truly silent.

Strade was dead.

Neither of you moved for a while. And then you felt a hoarse sob coming on. Relief, terror, and shock coursed through you, fighting for the surface in a way that could only result in tears.

Ren regarded you with an unreadable expression and slowly removed his arm from your shoulder. You whimpered–don’t leave me, you wanted to say–and he smiled, a soft, little thing.

“Don’t worry. I’m just going to make sure he’s dead.”

Oh. That was a good idea. But what if he wasn’t? What if Strade got to his feet and oh, the two of you would be in for it. He’d probably kill both of you–or at least you–and it would be slow and awful and you’d beg, beg, for death.

“Ren,” you said, almost stammering, swallowing a thick lump in your throat.

He turned back towards you, curious.

You pointed to the table of tools at Strade’s disposal. “Take something. Just in case.”

Ren stared at the weapons that had been used to kill countless people. At the blades and torches and nails that had been used to hurt him, and you. Then he grabbed a heavy hammer and slowly approached the bleeding corpse (please let it be a corpse) of Strade.

Strade didn’t move as Ren approached him. Or when Ren knelt down, hammer at the ready. Or when Ren’s fingers slowly reached out and pressed against his neck, his wrist.

“No pulse,” said Ren.

Ren set the hammer down and used both hands to shove Strade’s body until it was fully on his back. His eyes, dull and dead, stared up at the ceiling without seeing anything.

He was dead. Truly dead.

Really most sincerely dead, your thoughts echoed in a half-mimic of the Munchkins in The Wizard of Oz.

You barely registered Ren digging around in Strade’s pocket before he returned to you, wrapping his arm around your waist as he began to lead you upstairs.

“Let’s not stay down here,” he said. He gave Strade’s corpse one last look before staring ahead at the basement door. How many times had the two of you gone up and down these stairs at Strade’s whim? It always meant you would get hurt, or you would help Strade hurt others. It was never willing, going up these stairs. Never a choice.

And now the two of you were going up them together, Ren leading you, of your own free will.

Free will! What a concept. One you thought you’d lost forever. And yet here it is, given by the hands of a woman whose last days were filled with unnecessary, unfair agony. You wish you knew her name, so you could thank her properly.

Ren shut the basement door. It sounded louder than it ever had before. Or was it because the house was so quiet now?

“Come here,” Ren said. And you didn’t know why he said it–shock, confusion, uncertainty still reigned–until you saw what was in his hand.

His collar. It was… off. But how and–

Ren held up the key he’d taken from Strade’s pocket and shook it back and forth, like a well-earned prize. That’s what it was, in some ways.

You stepped towards Ren and turned around, breathing heavily at the thought of being truly free from the collar. Strade only took them off the pair of you when you were showering and, once you had learned to behave well enough, when you slept. But they always went back on first thing in the morning, and their threat was an ever-constant presence in your mind, just like the metal was ever-constant around your neck.

Ren’s fingers brushed the back of your shoulder. You heard him breathing just as heavily. For a moment, he didn’t do anything. Wasn’t he going to…?

“Ren?” You asked, voice quivering. The air felt suddenly too heavy, your collar weighing you down more than normal. There was an awful thought, then: What if he doesn’t take your collar off? What if Ren is… what if, what if…

But then you felt the pressure from him sticking the key into the back of the metal contraption, heard it twist, and felt cool relief on your neck as Ren lifted the collar away from your neck and set it down on the coffee table.

Both hands went to your neck. The skin was sensitive, bruised. A few days ago, Strade had come into your room at night for a session of “fun,” which ended with you being choked into unconsciousness. You’d woken up to Ren splashing cold water on your face. “Thought I’d lost you,” he’d said.

The bruises Strade gave you would fade away in time. At least the ones on the outside.

And Ren…

You turned around and gave him a fractured smile. You leaned in, and Ren leaned in, and you hugged each other tenderly. Not just because it was the nicest way to hug, but because Ren’s rib fracture was still healing, and your back hurt, and both of you were littered with scars and cuts and bumps and bruises.

After a while, Ren pulled away. “Let’s… sit down.”

He sat down on the sofa, which was dotted with sprinkles of Ren’s orange fur; no matter how much you lint-rolled the furniture, you could never quite get all of it out.

Well, that didn’t matter now. You’d never have to clean up this living room, or the kitchen, or the brain matter and blood stains in the basement, again. You could go home.

And Ren could go home.

And the nightmare would be over.

For now, you sat, side by side, on a sofa that had never seemed more ordinary. The house had never seemed more ordinary. Its secrets were primarily down in the basement. The rest of the house was bland and boring by comparison. Unless you counted upstairs, as it was not unheard of for Strade to take his particular brand of “fun” into your respective rooms.

And now? It was quiet. Still. There was no chance that Strade would come walking up the stairs. No chance that you’d be called down them to torture someone.

Certainly no chance that he’d call both of you down, which never ended well. He liked to see Ren hurt you, because it seemed to hurt Ren. But sometimes, sometimes, you thought… there was a glimmer of something in Ren’s eyes in those moments.

Something that reminded you too much of pleasure to ignore. Just a spark of it, but that was enough, when you were bound to a table and he was clawing open your thighs at Strade’s behest.

“Ren?” You forced yourself to stop thinking like that. That was the past. This was now. No, more than that: this was the future. A future without Strade, without this house, without pain.

Ren looked over at you, slowly. The realization of what had just happened, and what it meant, seemed to be catching up to him, too. “... Yeah?”

Your fingers scratched at some of Ren’s stray fur on the couch. Some of the orange fur had already started clinging to your bandage.

“What do we do now?” A simple question for you to ask. Several plans rushed through your head but it was hard to make sense of them. What was the best course to take; which authorities did you appeal to, when there was a dead serial killer and one of his victims in the basement, but your hands were on the torture tools, yet the same tools had been used to hurt you?

You swallowed hard, shaking your head, willing the dizzying thoughts to quiet down. “Do we call the police first? Or… an ambulance? Or–or–”

Ren gripped the hand that idly scratched the couch. He intertwined his fingers in yours, and when you looked up at him, his eyes were wide. And just a bit wild.

“We could stay here.”

Your heart thudded. Once, twice. A third time.

“What?” You shifted on the couch, facing Ren more clearly. “We… we can’t, it’s–”

Ren squeezed your hand, a little too hard–the burn–and you winced. He didn’t let up, but he didn’t know you were hurting, did he? It was all just a rush right now, confusing, scary.

“We can,” he said, as if it was the simplest thing in the world. His mouth broke into an almost childish grin as he continued. “Strade’s got a lot of money, we can use that to keep up the bills. Buy whatever we want. We won’t have to worry about anything!” His tail swished behind him, thumping into your side.

When you didn’t respond–words weren’t coming–his grin deflated a little. “I’m… I’m a good roommate,” he said, ears flattening. “I’ll take care of you.” He squeezed even tighter now. “We’ll do everything together, and we don’t have to worry about Strade getting mad about it. We’ll watch movies or-or play games or whatever you want.” He swallowed and you watched his throat bob. “And I promise I won’t leave fur everywhere.”

“Ren–” It was your turn to give his hand a squeeze, and you took his other in your free hand and clasped them both. “I’m not worried about your fur.”

His ears perked up and his smile came back.

“It’s… we can’t stay here,” you said, voice wobbling but gaining more firmness as you went on. “We need to leave. We need to call the police.”

Ren’s ears twitched. He looked thoughtful, opening his mouth, and shutting it. He was just confused, that’s all. Like you were. He needed to be reminded that if Strade was gone, the both of you were free. You’d go home, and he’d go home, and you could call or text or email or something but…

“Don’t be stupid.”

The firmness in Ren’s voice shook you a little. More than that, it made you worry. He frowned at the sight of your tense shoulders, the quirk in your mouth. “Think about it,” he said, gently saying your name. “Remember all the people who watch his videos? Don’t you know who’s in those chats?”

The reminder of the chatrooms came hurtling straight into your guts. The chat… the people there paid money to watch people suffer. Watch them die. How many times had they encouraged Strade to indulge in some fucked up torture? Hell, they’d asked him countless times to string you up, cut you open, pull out your guts while you were still alive. Strade had danced away the requests with a teasing lilt, but the threat was never gone.

Ren let go of your bandaged hand and gently cupped your cheek. He spoke slowly, almost sweetly. “They’re rich. Important. Mayors. Politicians. Doctors. Police.”

The anguish your stomach began to stretch. Ren didn’t stop talking.

“They know both our faces. Do you know what they’ll do to us, if they find us?”

Tears pricked, unwanted and unbidden, at your eyes. He was right. You couldn’t go to the police. You couldn’t go to the media. This could never get out. But that didn’t mean you had to stay here. More than that: you couldn’t stay here.

It would be another type of collar, to find yourself stuck here with Ren. And the collar might not be electric, but it would be just as dangerous.

“Okay,” you said slowly. “No police.”

Ren grinned hopefully.

“But,” you continued. “We can’t stay here. I want to go home. And you–you get to go home now, too.” Ren had never talked much about his life before Strade, but surely he had friends. A family. An apartment or a house. A life. Just like you.

“You want to leave–” His voice was thin and there was a fissure in it, ready to crack.

The hand on your cheek pressed harder, and you felt the thin press of his claws against your skin. Your eyes must have widened or perhaps you flinched, you don’t know, but Ren saw–and yanked away.

“S-Sorry,” he said. “I didn’t mean to.”

No, he didn’t. He wouldn’t. He was upset, he was scared, hell, you didn’t know whether you wanted to laugh or cry or start belting out show tunes right now.

Freedom was confusing as hell.

“I know,” you said, slowly. “It’s okay.”

Ren stared down at the ground. Then he stood up and fished Strade’s keyring out of his pocket and set it down on the coffee table with a jingling rattle.

“I’m going to get us some water. And maybe a snack. We’ll… we’ll talk about this more. We can talk about it, and not make a decision right away. Okay?” He fumbled with both his hands in front of him, looking like the meek young man you’d met that first night, when he cleaned your wounds and gave you water to drink.

You stared at him, perhaps for too long.

“Okay, Ren, we’ll talk about it,” you lied.

You watched him walk into the kitchen, where Strade would never saunter in for a case of beer again. You heard him open the cabinet for an empty glass, none of which would ever again find themselves dashed into tiny shards that could be ground into your skin for fun.

And then you leaned forward, grabbed the keyring off the countertop, pulled out the key to the front door, and softly padded your way to the threshold that neither of you had been able to cross in ages.

Your heart thudded. Your stomach heaved. But you unlocked the door and bolted, socked feet aching on the concrete sidewalk.

Ren said your name after the third step you took beyond the door of Strade’s house of horrors.

You could have kept running. Maybe you should have.

But instead, you turned around, to look at Ren standing in the doorway. There were no glasses of water in his hand–you don’t remember registering the sound of the sink at all, in fact. It was just Ren, with his hands at his sides, looking at you with an expression that was equally pitiful, agonizing, and worrying.

He said your name again.

You felt hot tears squeeze out of your eyes as you shook your head, turned around, and ran for your life.

#yandere #boyfriend to death #the price of flesh #ren hana #ren hana x reader #afterwitch writes #/pets prologue done! dunno how many chapters this one will end up being.

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Too Good To Be True

Oneshot King!Ren x reader Contains: Fluff, Angst, some Yandere tendancies -------------------------------

You find yourself smiling as you haul the last of your things through the door of the Crastle. It's been so long since you agreed to move in. It feels so good to finally do so.

You remember how apprehensive you were at first, unsure of the King's intentions, but he remained sweet to you, kind. He agreed to give you all manner of creative freedoms inside his home. His castle.

Bdubs hadn't been overly fond of the idea, of course. Could you really blame him? No. But he has always been strange to you, cold. As if he doesn't want to acknowledge what you and Ren have going on.. or you at all really. Not since Ren became King anyway.

You turn with a smile, dusting off your hands. Your friend and former roommate does not share your enthusiasm.

Doc has a deep scowl on his face, something has ticked him off but you're not sure what. And he hasn't helped in explaining.

"I wish you wouldn't do this" he mumbles. "I'll come visit, don't you worry." You go in for a hug but someone clearing their throat behind you causes you to pause.

"Welcome home." Ren beams as you turn, taking full advantage of your desire to hug someone. You can hear Doc mumble something else, but you don't quite catch it.

"B-Double-O!" Ren shouts as he pulls out of the hug. Quick as a strike of lightning, Bdubs appears at Rens side.

"Ah, there you are." The king grins. "I need you to carry these bags and show my dearest their room." Bdubs nods and bows, "well of course, follow me." The smaller man says all too enthusiastically.

You give Doc a hug before you go, he whispers "be careful, you know where I am if you need me to come get you" and that's that. Off with Bdubs you go, leaving the two former friends to chat.. hopefully.

Bdubs leads you through long, well decorated corridors, rooms filled with all manner of trophies and collectibles and all sorts of back rooms. It's amazing what most people don't get to see of this castle, and now you get to call it your home.

The deeper you go the more the grand feeling starts to fade away. Rooms seem to be unfinished or just don't seem to have any effort put into them. The colours become dull, metal unpolished. It's not perfect and pristine anymore. In fact it's the complete opposite of the throne room, of any of the castle available to the public. Then you turn a corner.

"Here we are." Bdubs says, dropping your luggage in front of a large wooden door. It all looks very out of place, the ornate carvings decorating the panel, the handle is shiny and bright. It feels like you're back in the castle entrance, even though you've just seen for yourself that that's an illusion.

Bdubs unlocks the door and opens it, revealing a large, circular room. You enter first at his request, a smile falling upon your lips as you look around.

The room is big, finely decorated, the ceiling is high in the center of the room, and a diamond chandelier hangs there. Around the edge of the room a kind of second floor exists, it wraps around the whole outside wall.

You can see half of the room up there is bookshelves, practically overflowing with books. Opposite that there is a large window, not that you can see where it looks quite yet.

It's a nice room, no one can deny that, but it seems.. off now. There's a feeling in your stomach telling you that maybe it all means something. It's probably just the nerves of moving.

You lie on the large bed, listening as Bdubs brings all your things into the room. "That's all your things, I'll leave you to sort it all out." He says. You nod, well, as much as you can nod while laid down.

You hear the door close and let out a deep breath. Everything will be fine once you're settled in. That starts with unpacking.

Unpack you do, finding homes for each of your things. You discover things about the room while you do, for example when it was painted no one bothered to move the furniture so its all just a facade hiding windows into what the room really is.

Once all your things have a home you move on to what you should do next. This is a new place, perhaps you ought to find out what other secrets it holds.

You walk over to the door, reaching out and taking ahold of the ornate copper handle. But it doesn't turn.

You try again. Nothing.

The door rattles as you shake the handle, but it doesn't open. Bdubs must have locked you in by accident.

You pull out your communicator only to find there isn't any signal for it to work. It looks like you'll have to wait for someone to come find you.

You busy yourself with the room itself, flicking through books and tracing ornate patterns on the furniture with your fingers. The time stuck in the room gives you a chance to see all the potential the room has to keep you busy, to be your own space.

"Hey baby." You stop what you're doing, almost tackling Ren in a hug. "I'm so glad to see your face." You grin. "Get used to it, you live here now." He winks, "what do you think of the room?"

"It's nice, feels too good to be true." You let out a small laugh, the corners of the King's lips twitching as you do. "Well it is true. You're here to stay now, forever."

"So what else is there to do in this castle then?" You ask him. "Are you bored of this room already? I thought you just said it's nice." Ren frowns now.

"It is nice, I just-" "Bdubs and I put a lot of work into making this the perfect space for you." You nod, looking around as Ren does. There has been a lot of effort put into this room, maybe you should show some more appreciation for it.

"It is a nice room." You mumble. "I'm glad you think so," Ren smiles again now, "you won't mind waiting in here for a bit would you?" You shake your head no.

"Great, well.. I'll see you soon then!" Ren squeezes you tight, placing a firm kiss on your cheek before leaving the room. He closes the door behind him. Then the lock clicks.

You wait a second before moving over to the door, attempting to open it. Neither twisting or pulling the handle works to open the ornate wooden barricade. It doesn't budge, not one bit.

You groan, leaning against the door as if that's going to change the fact it's locked.

With a sigh you drag yourself across the room to the window. But you don't have a view you can enjoy, no.

Right there is the edge of the perimeter, Doc's baby. Your baby. Your home. Your real home.

Doc was right to be skeptical of the king, but Ren won you over with gifts and fancy words. The promise you'd get to live in a castle, be a royal.

You do live in a castle, and you may get to wear a crown one day. But for the time being it seems you are nothing but a prisoner.

#hermitcraft x reader #rendog x reader #king!ren x reader #mcyt x reader #hermitcraft #hermitblr #mcyt #mcytblr #hermitcraft season 9 #ren x reader #ren #rendog #bdubs #bdoubleo100 #angst #fluff #doc #docm77 #crastle

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Shaman King Boys React To You Surprising Them With A Gift 🎁

Includes: Yoh, Horohoro, Ren, Lyserg, Chocolove, Hao

Yoh:

You'd most likely give him some sort of food or trinket

Extremely happy about receiving it even if it doesn't seem like much

Very appreciative and would definitely want to get you something in return

Would smother you in affection as a thank you

໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১ ♥ ♥ ♥

You watched patiently as Yoh continued to train with Anna in the field. You knew he would be finished soon but you couldn't wait any longer, excitement getting the better of you.

Minutes pass and they both start walking back to the house, Yoh complaining about how tired he was the whole way back.

He turns to look at you, heading in your direction with a smile while Anna heads inside with the others. "Hey mochi!" He embraced you, resting his head in the crook of your neck. "Why hello to you too my dear. Speaking of, I have a little surprise for you!" You pulled away from him, both your hands behind your back to conceal the gift.

"Tell me, tell me, tell me!!!" He jumped up and down on his heels, not being able to contain his excitement. You tell him to close his eyes and once he does, you pull the charm from behind your back and put it in his hand. "Alright go ahead and open your eyes!" You watched as he looked down at the charm, eyes immediately turning soft and a large smile growing on his face.

You had created a tiny charm of Matamune, making sure every detail was exact from the eyes to the tip of his tail. You knew how much he cherished his friend and you decided to make him something so that he'll know he's always there for him.

He tackled you to the ground, showering you in kisses and one thank you after another. Your shirt got wet from his tears but you didn't mind. "Thank you, thank you, I love it so much you're the best darling!!" "Anytime love."

Let's just say that he's never gone anywhere without it since.

Horohoro:

I see Horohoro as the type to give more than receive, usually giving you random trinkets and not the other way around

When he does get a gift, however, he has one of two reactions (the most common ones anyway)

He either a: becomes very blushy, hiding his embarrassment almost to the point he may faint

Or b: his ego skyrockets

Either way, he's grateful and will cherish the gift no matter how dumb it is

He even has a little collection of all the stuff you've given him hidden somewhere in his room

໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১ ♥ ♥ ♥

You watch as Horohoro stomps to his room, slamming the door behind him. For the past few days he's done nothing but train with his team, sometimes not even acknowledging your presence, always being too tired whenever you guys had any alone time.

After confiding in Yoh and the others, you decided to do something to cheer him up. With the information you got from everyone, you set out to buy him a gift.

Now comes the hard part, actually giving it to him.

You slowly open the door, stepping inside to find him sitting on the edge of the bed with his back towards you and facing the window.

You slowly make your way towards him, sitting next to him and looking out the window like he was. You then placed the gift in his lap, going back to looking out the window once you did.

You heard him let out a sound of confusion, but nonetheless it made you smile. You heard him open the cute gift bag you used for the gift, followed by the sounds of tissue paper being yanked out the bag.

You turn to look at him, seeing a smile growing on his face. It was a little stuffed bunny, a snow bunny to be exact. Horohoro had gotten you a little wolf plushy for your birthday once, so you figured you'd return the favor.

He looks up a you, all the tension in his body leaving as he wraps his arms around you in an embrace. You didn't need to hear him say anything, you knew he liked it and that he was grateful for the gift.

Ren:

I can see Ren being the type to absolutely love a gift from you but he just sucks at showing it

He'll most likely display your gift somewhere safe since he doesn't want it to end up damaged or lost

Probably the hardest person to find gifts for in my opinion since it feels like he already has a lot

Would enjoy anything you give him anyway even if he already has that thing

໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১ ♥ ♥ ♥

It was after they'd all finished a round of the tournament, everyone tired and ready to call it a night. You walked in the room to see Ren alone about to head to bed himself. You followed him to his room and stopped him before he entered it.

He turned to you, a slightly annoyed but curious expression on his face. You pulled your hands out from behind you, revealing a small box wrapped with a purple ribbon on it. You handed him the box, a small settling onto your face.

You watched as he slowly unwrapped the gift in an attempt to make as little mess and noise as possible. He didn't want to disturb anyone, after all, he had already dealt with them the whole day and he'd rather not do that now.

He opened the box to reveal a small golden necklace. The necklace was thin and had his name written in cursive. You watched as he pulled it out and examined it, handling it with care as he put it on.

He looked down at his name, admiring the attention to detail and how beautiful it looked. He then turned to look at you, only a small smirk forming on his face as he pulled you close into a side hug, continuing to fidget with the gift.

You both said goodnight and went to your respective rooms, ready to head to sleep. You'd say that was a mission success.

Lyserg:

To me, Lyserg isn't someone who's normally used to receiving gifts as he rarely ever got them

He is, however, one of the more outwardly appreciative ones as he doesn't shy from showing his gratitude even if it's a little awkward for him

I feel like after losing what he had, he values gifts a lot, especially yours

Probably also another difficult one to shop for in my opinion because I don't think he talks about himself or his interests too much, wanting to hear yours instead

But he's grateful for whatever you give him nonetheless

໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১ ♥ ♥ ♥

You were walking over to the beach were you asked Lyserg to meet you. You had set up a little picnic date for the two of you to help destress and to just spend time with each other.

You walked over to see him sitting on a blanket that he had laid out, turning his head towards you with a smile. You watched as he patted the spot next to him, scooting over to make some room as you sat down. Taking a seat, you handed him the gift bag you had with you, watching as his eyes widened.

"For me..? Really?" he said, shock but genuine appreciation lacing his tone. "Of course, it might not be anything special but there's nothing wrong with giving gifts to those you care about." you say, a smile growing on to your face.

You watched him pull out a f/c hoodie, one that's almost identical to the green one he got you awhile ago. You watched as he slipped it on, examining the sleeves and all the little details on the fabric. You saw him smile, a big and genuine smile. You smiled too, finding the situation a bit funny since you decided to wear the matching green hoodie that day.

You both had a little laugh at the situation, continuing on with picnic as Lyserg said thank you for the gift.

Chocolove:

I'm going to assume that given that Joco's blind, he prefers gifts like stuffed animals or small trinkets

That or he just generally prefers gifts that he can feel like maybe clothing or jewelry

Safest option is probably food if you don't really know what to get him

Very appreciative, loves receiving gifts from you in general

໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১ ♥ ♥ ♥

You were in the kitchen, cooking up a surprise for Joco. You heard that he'd participated in the tournament that day, so you wanted to give him a gift when he returned.

Of course, you could've gone out to one of the shops and gotten him something there, but you wanted to do something different given that you didn't have the money or energy to go out anyway. So, you decided to make his favorite snack: donuts.

Do you have any baking or culinary experience? No, but did that stop you? Nope. So, you googled a decent looking recipe and got to work. Sure it took awhile, but it was worth it in the end. They were pretty tasty if you had anything to say about it.

After you finished frying them and whatnot, you finished up by taking off the excess oil and melting some chocolate for the frosting. Was it a lazy move? Probably, but it is what it is.

Once you finished plating them, you heard the door open with Joco and everyone else coming inside. Once everyone got settled in and went off to do their own thing, you found Joco and pulled him into the kitchen.

Before you could hear a single joke come out of his mouth, you shoved a donut into his mouth, grabbed once for yourself and waited as the two of you munched on them. You watched him jump up and down in delight as he finished the donut quickly and practically almost tackled you into a big hug.

You didn't have time to process as he started spewing a bunch of stuff on how it was delicious and how grateful he was, which in turn alerted everyone else and caused them all to try and get a donut for themselves.

You stepped back and watched as Anna handed the situation instead. But you smiled, happy that Joco enjoyed them.

Hao:

As someone who was derived of affection for a VERY long time, he likes it when you give him gifts

He accepts them with pride, always grateful for whatever you give him even if sometimes it's a little stupid

Man's like I said very prideful of what you give him and will wear or display whatever it was you gave him

Likes giving you gifts in return, usually of a greater value than the one you gave him as a way of "returning the favor"

Also think this man really likes jewelry for some reason

໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১ ♥ ♥ ♥

Valentine's day was coming soon and you decided to go shopping to find the perfect gift for Hao. You knew he had a surprise in store for you, so you decided to get him a surprise of your own: a goodie basket.

Although you had trouble remembering, you figured out the basic things that how liked. Favorite color, favorite candy, etc. So, using that information, you searched the local market to find them and put them together into a cute basket for him.

Once you got everything, you spent the next couple days putting it together and making it pretty since you at least wanted it to look nice. Once Valentine's day arrived, you made sure the gift was ready and waited for the perfect time to give it to him.

Hao had taken the two of you to a romantic date under the stars, the two of you under a tree basking in each other's company. You decided now would be the best time to give him the gift, so you told him to wait as you went to retrieve it.

Once you returned, you could see how excited he was. "Oh? For me? Darling you shouldn't have, you being with you is enough for me ~" he said as he kisses the top of your head. You blushed, obviously flustered, and gave him the gift as you took your seat next to him.

You watched as his face turned to one of excitement and curiosity, as he sat there looking through all the different treats you got him, including the big red bear that you found. You watched as his smile grew till he looked up at you and brought you into his embrace.

The next few days he enjoyed and displayed all the little things you gave him, specifically the small golden necklace and rings that you got him. But hey, you didn't mind, he was happy and so were you.

#shaman king x reader #hao asakura #yoh asakura #lyserg diethel #chocolove mcdonell #ren tao #horohoro

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popponn · 4 months

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mundane things and where you sit with them. [nagi seishiro x reader]

note: meri krismes everyone. i hope you eat a lot of good food and happiness this month. i watch fr/ie/ren and got socked in the face with 'i learn to love things because of you' while crying. and i might be back to my nagi phase again. hence fit of madness, the return. warning: none, pure fluff, nagi is smitten, reader's gender unspecified, post canon au, established relationship.

nagi seishiro doesn't understand what makes you get so worked up and excited at every single thing.

sometimes you would wear the biggest smile as you point at a cloud with a 'funny shape' or so you said. nagi will always only see some unclear mush. then, you will do your best to describe what you see. sometimes he, sort of, gets it. more often than not, he just nods along for your sake.

sometimes you will bring home a bouquet and give it to him, saying that it is a mark of your love. you then will go on about every meaning of the flower. nagi doesn't really get it still, but before he knows it, he suddenly develops a habit of buying you one every week or so—most of the time simple and made of three flowers, then on every last week of the month it will be a big one. he always has to rely on the florists for the meaning, as the best he could do is to give out his message in simple sentences. it's "i think you are beautiful", it's "i like it when you are happy", and it's "can we tie each other shoes more often even when we can do it by ourselves?"

the florists would always laugh at him and look at him like he was their grandson or something, but nagi let it be. it doesn't bother him much. he always gets his bouquet with an extra little card. you always look so happy when he gives it to you too. sometimes, your eyes teared up a bit and it makes him panic though. thankfully he remembers every single title of your favorite movies and songs, so it's not hard to fix.

all in all, at the bottom line, nagi still doesn't get many things you do and the many little things that make you happy.

he still also doesn't get why you like like him. why you move in with him, why you proclaim you are jealous when he accepts a fan's kiss on his cheek easily, and why you always look so happy with someone like him when other better fit exist for you. but he would never dare to complain.

nagi knows he likes you. he gets whatever blooming feeling shoujo manga and drama describes whenever he is with you. he likes seeing you happy and he likes doing things that make you happy. he especially likes it when he sleeps beside you, or on your lap, or wherever whenever as long he can touch you in some way. the maid king and reo sometimes scold him for that but he is your boyfriend and you never complain, so he ignores them.

and sitting in the ferris wheel with you like this, with his focus on you undisturbed by anything, nagi likes it too. your face brightens up as the gondola the two of you are in gets higher, nearly mushing itself against the window as you admire the scenery and the sky in wonder. nagi, as always, doesn't really get what gets you so worked up and excited over some 'sunset scenery'.

but with the way the light falls on your eyes, with the way orange lines drape over you akin to shining ribbons, and with the way your hold on his hand tightens—nagi supposes he could understand a bit every time he sees you.

intertwining his fingers with you, nagi couldn't really help himself. "hey, can i say something?"

it will be yet another confession barking out of his mouth—one of another next many, many more—but, he doesn't really see a point in holding back anyway.

"you know," seishiro never let his gaze leave you, as if you are the best view in the world, "i really, really like you."

it is yet another simple sentence, but he truly does hope you understand the meaning it carries.

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lunar-writes-things · 1 year

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Pspspspspsps- King Ren Lovers ‘mere

Hehehehehe

#luna whines #luna has written #LUNA LOVES A GOOD ROYAL X KNIGHT FIC #WHY IS THERE NO KING REN X KIGHT READER FICS #i have to do everything myself #😒😒 /j

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crucifiedfaerie · 6 months

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Nicotine Stains Pt. 1 ༉₊˚✧

Modern!Kylo x Fem!Reader AU

➴ Summary: Your older brother's best friend seems to have everyone fooled. Everyone but you, that is.

➴ Part Two

➴ Word Count: 5k

➴ Warnings: 18+ MDNI, fem!reader, dom!kylo, slowburn, modern!delinquent!kylo au, virgin!reader, drug use, smoking, swearing, kylo breaking traffic laws for some pussy, kylo is a pretentious prick, why is kylo lowkey midwestern emo in this, mutual pining, finn my beloved is mentioned, some angst, fluff, SMUT (protected PiV sex, again reader is a virgin, fingering, a little scratching, slow n gentle sex, softdom!kylo, consent king !!, praise kink, pet names), typos probably

➴ Taglist: ( @enviedear @capitanostella @teapartydreams )

A/N: this may or may not be the most pretentious thing ive ever written but idc. also i want to give a special thank you and shout out to my beautiful mutual liv @enviedear for this idea! she totally helped me flesh out the modern!delinquent!kylo character and this fic would not exist without her. <;3 (also reader is NOT me bc if kylo ren played slipknot for me in his 1969 charger i'd fold immediately)

You sat at your desk, studying for your upcoming midterms and nervously chewing on the inside of your mouth. Mathematics had never been your strong suit and despite only being a month and a half into the semester, your calculus class was stressing you out to no end. The rhythmic ticking of your clock was not helping in the slightest, so you reached for your headphones.

This class is taking years off of my life for sure.

As you looked for a good playlist, you heard your bedroom window open behind you. You yelped, turning in your chair to face your window. Your panic died when you realized it was only Kylo, your older brother's friend.

Once he was finally inside, he shut your window before standing up straight. Kylo was probably the tallest person you knew, almost touching the low ceiling of your bedroom. You couldn't deny how your stomach did flips when you were stood next to him, not to mention he was absolutely fucking beautiful. Kylo's features looked like they were carved from marble and his long, dark hair always fell perfectly around his face. If he weren't so goddamn annoying, you'd like him a lot more.

You groaned. "When are you gonna stop coming in through my window you asshole?"

"It isn't my fault your window is the most accessible and the lock is broken." He smirked.

Your eyes narrowed as you glared at him. "The least you could do is knock, what if I like... had a guy over or something?"

Kylo laughed, walking over to you. He turned you in your desk chair to face your computer and pushed it in, before leaning down over your shoulder to look at your screen. "I think we both know that doesn't happen, kid." He jabbed before making his way to your door.

Your face felt hot, his audacity never failed to make you seethe. And his choice of nickname for you only made you madder. You turned to glare at him. "You fucker- I- you're only like 3 years older than me!??"

You heard him laugh as he walked out of your room and down the hallway.

What made it worse was that it seemed he had everyone in your family fooled. Kylo acted like an absolute angel in front of your mother, and it pissed you off to no end. When he would come over for dinner, he always insisted on helping her with the dishes. He would make conversation with her, crack jokes, go the whole nine yards as if he weren't a college dropout and also doing drugs with her son on the side.

Your mom, being the stereotypical Christian, midwestern mother that she is, would always say things along the lines of "Oh Kylo, you're such a sweet boy. It amazes me that someone like you listens to such angry music." He would just blush and laugh it off.

Kylo drove a black 1969 Dodge Charger R/T that he would pull up to your house in, blasting the loudest possible music. Your dad loved him, and they would always talk cars when they got the chance. The first time you came home and saw your dad helping Kylo change his oil, you thought you had died and gone to hell. You just stared as Kylo smirked at you. That stupid, evil smirk you were so used to seeing.

They can't possibly be serious?? How do they not see how much of a jerk he is?

You however, he was much different with. Any chance Kylo got to annoy you, he would do it. He frequently stood outside your door for god knows how long, just waiting for you to come out so he could scare you. You would jump and yell expletives at him before weakly punching him in the shoulder. He and your brother would just laugh, thinking it was funniest thing in the world.

You sighed, staring at your computer screen. You were over studying for the night. You shut your door, before turning off the light and getting into bed. You tried to sleep, but couldn't. The stress of college was slowly suffocating you but despite that, you couldn't seem to get Kylo out of your head.

Sure, you have had a slight crush on him since you were in middle school, I mean who wouldn't? Look at him. But it didn't mean anything, the feeling was almost certainly not mutual and he was still the biggest asshole you'd ever met.

God I fucking hate him... I mean I don't, but I do.

Your thoughts were interrupted by a light tapping at your door. Your brow furrowed. "Yeah?"

Kylo opened your door slowly, making sure it didn't creak as he closed it behind him. "What are you still doing awake, its 3am. Don't you have classes tomorrow?" He whispered, fumbling with your window.

You rolled your eyes, still staring at the ceiling. "Yeah. What do you care?"

He smirked slightly, swinging one leg out the window before looking at you. "Finn asked me to pick you up tomorrow. What time are you off?"

Fucking fantastic.

"Oh, great." You said sarcastically. "2:30pm. The math and science building."

He ducked through the open window, and stuck his head back inside your room to look at you. "See you at 2:30 then." He smirked, before exiting again and shutting your window, leaving you in the dark.

I am not looking forward to tomorrow.

The following afternoon, you sat in your calculus class zoning out and unable to keep your mind off Kylo. You would never admit it, not even to yourself, but you were definitely daydreaming. You were thinking about how soft his hair always looks and how it might feel to run your fingers through it.

You didn't realize your professor had called on you until he said your name for a second time, repeating his question. You sat up straight before looking down, your eyes scanning your paper. "Oh um- the answer is... x equals three fourths." Your face felt warm.

"That's correct. Lets try to be more focused, though." Your professor sighed, before continuing his lecture. You nodded quickly, looking down at your paper.

As you walked to the parking lot, your palms felt sweaty. You'd been in Kylo's car only a couple times before and it was a long time ago. The recent nagging thoughts you had been having about him didn't quell your nervousness either. You spotted his car quickly, and made your way to the passenger side.

When you opened the door, his music blared so loud, you thought his speakers might blow out. You sat your bag on the floor of his car before getting in and shutting the door.

Kylo was smirking when you turned to glare at him. You reached over and turned the dial down halfway and he laughed.

"Too loud for you princess?" He said sarcastically, leaning over to look behind him as he backed out of the parking lot.

You rolled your eyes and buckled your seatbelt, smoothing out your skirt with your hands. "Too loud for most people. Can I play something?"

Kylo scoffed, that stupid smirk still on his face. "Fuck no, you can't play your music in my car."

"Whatever." You crossed your arms, staring straight ahead.

After a few minutes of silence, Kylo finally spoke. "Have you heard of Slipknot?" He asked, nodding his head towards the radio and tapping his long fingers on the steering wheel to the music.

You scoffed, turning your head to face him. "Yes I've heard of Slipknot, you loser... It's just not really my thing. Kind of scary sounding... its just screaming mostly."

He laughed loudly at your last comment. "Scary? Aw, now that's cute. I bet you listen to Lana Del Rey or some shit like that." Kylo said sarcastically, putting a cigarette between his lips and lighting it. He took a drag from it before offering it to you.

You rolled your eyes at him before taking it. Your fingers brushed against his, sending a shiver down your spine. You took a drag off of it before speaking. "Lana Del Rey makes really good music." Despite facing the window, you felt his eyes on you the whole time.

"Oh so I was right?" He grinned, staring at the road now. "I just said the first girly thing that came to mind... And when did you start smoking? I'm gonna tell your mom." He laughed.

You attempted to hide the smile that played at the corners of your mouth. "I'll be sure to tell her you supplied me with them... and yeah I like Lana. She sings about real shit." You took another drag from the cigarette, blowing the smoke out of the window.

Kylo scoffed at you again, motioning to the radio. "And you don't think bands like this do?... This song is called Metabolic, its about the lead singer's absent father and how he fears he will become just like him. They sing about real shit too, it isn't just screaming."

You shrugged, taking another hit before handing the cigarette back to him as he pulled into your driveway. "I never said they didn't, I'm just not super into this type of music."

He glared at you as you grabbed your bag, cigarette dangling from his mouth. You got out of his car, and shut the door behind you. "Thanks for the ride, Kylo" You said through gritted teeth.

I can't believe I'm telling this man thank you.

"No problem." He looked like he wanted to say something else but he stopped himself.

You nodded, before heading to your door. You noticed that he had watched you and waited for you to get inside your house before pulling away.

"How nice of Kylo for driving you home. What a sweet boy." Your mom smiled as you came through the door. "I wish he wouldn't smoke though, you smell like cigarettes."

"Yeah, he's cool." You sigh as you walk up the stairs, making your way to your room before shutting your bedroom door behind you.

You sit at your desk and open your laptop to get started on some homework. Before you start, you grab your headphones and open your phone, deciding to give Kylo's music taste another try. As you do your calculus homework, you find yourself tapping your foot to the music.

The following day, you waited outside for Finn to pick you up from class. You had waited 30 minutes before deciding to call him and he didn't pick up a single one of your several calls.

That fucker. He just left me here.

You huffed before opening your phone again in defeat, pressing on Kylo's contact.

"Yeah?" He sounded like had been sleeping. Your face felt hot from just the sound of his voice.

"I um- Finn left me here and I uh... don't have anyone to pick me up... Can you please come get me?" It felt so foreign asking Kylo for literally anything.

"Yeah I'll be there in fifteen minutes." He said. You noticed that he sounded much more alert, and you heard him shuffling in the background.

"Okay thanks... Uh- bye." You hung up, sitting down on the curb.

It wasn't even seven minutes before Kylo turned into the parking lot and pulled up next to you.

You opened the door, throwing your bag on the floor and getting in. "Jesus Christ, man?? How many traffic laws did you break getting here?" You smirked as you buckled your seatbelt.

Kylo laughed. "If you drove, and owned a car like this, you'd speed too." You couldn't help but notice the light pink that spread across his cheeks at your comment.

He handed you your own cigarette this time, and you placed it in your mouth. You went to reach for the lighter but he beat you to it.

"Allow me." Kylo said before raising the flame up to the end of your cigarette. You inhale, watching it ignite. You caught his gaze for a moment and felt the butterflies return, quickly averting your eyes and taking the cigarette between your fingers to turn and exhale out of his window. Kylo cleared his throat and looked ahead before lighting his own and pulling away.

You both listened to his music in silence for a few minutes. As you fidgeted with the hem of your skirt, you recognized the song playing and began to mouth the lyrics.

I am my father's son 'cause he's a phantom, a mystery, and that leaves me nothing.

How many times have you wanted to die?

It's too late for me, all you have to do is get rid of me.

You can't see California without Marlon Brando's eyes.

Kylo's eyes darted over to you a few times, and he laughed. "There is no way- are you fucking singing along to Slipknot right now?! I thought this shit scared you, kid?" The look on his face was filled with shock and amusement.

"It's a catchy song. I don't know... Stop calling me that asshole!" You could feel the deep blush creeping across your face.

"No, No." He wasn't letting this go. "I didn't play this CD in the car yesterday, did you seriously go home and listen to it?" Between that and how embarrassed you looked from him pointing it out, Kylo could not contain the smile of pure amusement on his face.

"I don't know- Maybe." You looked out of the window, not facing him. You wanted nothing more than to die in that moment.

He was loving this too much. "Fucking obsessed with me, aren't ya? Listening to my songs and shit." Kylo teased.

You turned to glare at him. "I- No! Shut the fuck up." You gripped the fabric of your skirt and took a final drag of your cigarette before tossing it out of the window.

He laughed, shaking his head as he pulled into the driveway. "I'm only fucking with you."

"That's all you ever seem to do. Thanks for the ride I guess." You muttered as you got out of his car, slamming the door before walking to your house. As you walked away, you caught a glimpse of the look of disappointment and guilt on Kylo's face.

Fucking asshole. So unbelievable.

Kylo stayed in your driveway for a minute, debating on whether he should knock on your door to say something to you, but he ultimately decided against it and drove away.

That night, you laid in bed staring at your ceiling once again, head filled with thoughts of that stupid fucking beautiful asshole.

I don't understand him. He does nice shit for me sometimes, but then all he does is make fun of me?

And even after all of that, all you could think about was that stupid cigarette dangling from his lips and how hot he looked. Your mind wandered to how Kylo would lean closer to you, his hand resting on the back of your headrest while reversing. How he nodded his head and tapped his fingers on the steering wheel to the music. How close his face was to yours when he insisted on lighting your cigarette for you.

God! I'm such an idiot. I cant stand him or myself for that matter.

You heard a few taps on your window and your brow furrowed. You rolled out of bed, walking to your window before opening it. You were met with Kylo's dark eyes staring back at you.

Your eyes narrowed at him. "What a gentleman, thank you for knocking this time..." You said sardonically. "But Finn is asleep I think."

"Had to make sure you didn't have a guy over." He teased. "But I'm not here for him... you wanna smoke?" He grinned at you, holding up a neatly rolled joint.

You laughed nervously. "I've never smoked weed before Kylo, I don't know..."

"Of course you haven't... It'll be fine, I'm not asking you to smoke the whole goddamn thing." He smirked, offering his hand for you to take.

You sighed before taking Kylo's hand and ducking out of your window. The cold, October air sent goosebumps across your exposed arms and legs. He led you to a flat part of your roof and the both of you sat down together.

You watched as he placed the joint in his mouth and lit it, taking a couple hits before handing it to you.

You inhaled, noticing how it burned a little more than a cigarette does. You coughed slightly, which caused Kylo to chuckle, and you glared at him as you handed the joint back to him.

"I'm sorry if I made you mad earlier." He smirked, taking another hit.

You scoffed. "You just fuck with me too much. You always have."

Kylo sighed. "I only do it because your reactions are so fun... I didn't think about how it might make you feel." He paused. "And besides, I think its cute that you listened to my music all on your own, for the fun of it."

You blushed, hoping that the darkness would conceal the pink creeping across your face. "It's fine. I'm so used to your games by now." You laughed, shivering slightly.

Kylo placed the joint between his lips before slipping his dark jacket off and draping it around your shoulders. It felt so warm and was about three sizes too big for you. You laughed nervously, looking down. "Thank you."

He nodded, gazing down at you as he handed you the joint.

As the two of you sat in silence for a minute, the weed had already begun to take its toll on you. Everything seemed funny to you and as you looked up at the stars, you laughed softly at nothing.

Kylo smiled at you. "What's so funny, kid? Already high from two baby hits?" He teased. "This isn't even my strongest shit."

"You're such an idiot." You laughed at him, shaking your head.

The next hour was spent laughing about anything and everything. The two of you made fun of your brother, talked about college and how both of you agree calculus fucking sucks, and the two of you shared some other artists you liked with each other.

"I can't believe I clocked you so easily with Lana fucking Del Rey. I honest to god said that as a joke." Kylo laughed.

"Hey, she makes good music. Please let me make you listen to her the next time we're in the car, please." You playfully begged.

He sighed, feigning defeat. "Fine but only like two songs max... so you better make them good." Kylo smirked as he flicked the roach off the roof.

You weren't sure if it was the weed in your system, but something was giving you a slight newfound confidence to speak more freely. You sighed. "You're always spot on about me though... I am kind of lame. I always had this idea in my head that you and Finn were the ones who were losers... but in reality I am."

Kylo looked at you, puzzled. "I never thought you were a loser... I poke fun at you, sure, but I admire your intelligence... and how introverted you always are." He laughed, playfully pushing your shoulder.

You laughed nervously. "No, I mean... I don't go out and do anything fun the way you do. I don't loosen up, I don't hang out with people, I definitely never have guys over..." You laughed again, trailing off. "I mean my god I've never even kissed anyone."

He stared at you, his eyes scanning your face as if he were debating something. "You've got to be fucking with me right now. A pretty thing like you has surely got to have boys lined up and down the street."

You laughed at his comment, blushing. "If they are, I surely don't pay attention. No one talks to me at school." You stared at your lap, fiddling with the sleeves of his jacket.

You felt his cold fingertips touch your jaw, lifting your chin to look up at him. Before you could say anything, Kylo leaned in quickly and kissed you. You felt like a live wire, as if lightning bolts were shooting through your entire body. His kiss was urgent, yet gentle, and he held your face in his hands so tenderly.

When he pulled away, his eyes met yours and you both smiled nervously at each other. You noticed him shiver slightly. "Do you wanna... maybe go inside? It's warmer in there." You said shyly.

Kylo smirked at you. "Are you inviting a guy into your room right now?" He teased before standing up and taking your hand.

You giggled, following him. "Shut up."

He chuckled softly and when you got to the window, he went first. He ducked inside, pulling you with him which caused you both to practically fall through your window. You landed on top of him, your hushed giggles only silenced once he kissed you again.

"Shhh are you trying to wake your parents?" Kylo smirked up at you for a moment, taking in the sight of you on top of him on your bedroom floor, the moonlight from the window behind you illuminating you in a halo-like glow. He grabbed your waist and gently rolled you off of him, before you both stood up.

His large, strong hands pulled you by the waist closer to him, and he had to lean down to kiss you. His kiss was full of need this time, you felt his tongue glide along your bottom lip, asking for entry and you obliged, parting your lips. You moaned against his mouth and you felt the smirk that played at his lips.

Kylo took a few steps forward, pushing you gently backwards until the backs of your knees hit your soft bed. He pulled away for a moment to take his jacket off of you and throw it to the floor, before pushing you flat onto your bed.

"I-I've never... um." You stumbled over your words, feeling your face get hot as your eyes darted up to your ceiling.

Kylo leaned over you, his palms flat on the mattress on either side of your head. "I just stole your first kiss a couple minutes ago, you don't think I know that?" He smirked down at you before tilting his head slightly, leaning closer to trail kisses down your neck. "Do you not want to? I can stop whenever you want, all you need to do is say so." He whispered between kisses, trailing his hand down your body and stopping just above your clothed cunt.

The sensation made the heat in your core grow. "N-no. Don't stop Kylo." You whined.

He smiled, before standing straight up again and looking down at you. He looped his fingers under the waistband of your shorts and underwear, pulling them off slowly. "Look at you sweet thing, I've barely touched you and you're already a fucking mess." He teased, causing you to whimper.

Kylo chuckled softly, separating your knees and ghosting his hand down your thigh, stopping at your heat. He ran two long fingers through your slit, collecting your wetness on them before rubbing light circles over your clit. You gasped at the contact, bucking your hips instinctively against his hand. "Needy little thing, aren't you?" He smirked, using his other hand to hold your waist down before pushing his fingers inside slowly.

You whined at the feeling of his long fingers stretching you out, your much smaller hands were nothing compared to his. After giving you a moment to adjust, Kylo began to slowly pump his fingers in and out of your cunt, curling them upwards to draw sweet, soft moans from you.

"K-Kylo..." You breathed.

He smirked, amused by how quickly you were coming undone at his hand. "What is it, pretty girl?"

You whined at the sweet name he gave you, stuttering over your words once again. "You're g-gonna make me c-cum."

Kylo laughed softly, he had already gathered that from the noises you were making. "Oh, yeah?" He smirked at you, not faltering once with the steady pace he had created with his fingers.

"P-please. Please I want you to..." You trailed off, lost in the pleasure he was giving you.

"Please what? I'm not gonna do anything else unless you ask for it. Go ahead... Say it, say it." He was having way too much fun with you.

"Please Kylo..." You begged him. "Please I- I want you t-to fuck me."

He grinned at you and stood up, removing his fingers from your cunt, before licking them clean. You tasted divine to him, and he made a mental note that he needed to taste the source at some point. Maybe another night.

You whined at the sudden feeling of emptiness and watched as he pulled a condom from his wallet, putting it between his lips before working to undo his belt. He made quick work of his clothes, saving his boxers for last and sliding them off, his cock springing upwards.

You didn't realize your mouth was open until Kylo looked over at you and saw you staring at him. He laughed, tearing the condom wrapper open with his teeth. "I'll go slow, don't worry." You watched as he slid the condom down to the base of his cock, before making his way over to you on the bed.

He made you sit up a bit so he could pull your shirt over your head, before kissing you, trailing down your neck and chest, leaving a few light red marks along the way. You whimpered at the sensation, not caring that you'd have to conceal them in the morning.

Kylo pulled away, admiring his work and settling himself between your legs, lining his cock up with your entrance. "Ready?" He moved a piece of hair from your eyes, smirking down at you.

You wrapped your arms around him, nodding your head. He groaned as he slowly pushed his cock inside you, taking extra care not to hurt you and watching as your face contorted from the feeling of his cock splitting you open. Your nails dug into his back as you whined.

After allowing you a moment to adjust to his size, Kylo began to move slowly, creating a gentle yet deep pace and hitting that bundle of nerves inside you with each thrust. It felt like heaven and you attempted to stifle your moans, failing miserably. "Shhh pretty girl, don't wake up the entire house now." He put his hand over your mouth lightly, smiling down at you.

You moaned against Kylo's hand as he began to pick up his pace slightly. He removed his hand to kiss you, his tongue winning dominance over the inside of your mouth.

Kylo pulled away to admire you, his thrusts were still gentle, but he was unrelenting on that sensitive spot, hitting it with each snap of his hips.

"Ky-kylo... m'gonna c-cum... feels so good." You whined, unable to form a coherent sentence.

"Yeah?" He moaned slightly, out of breath and nearing his own climax. "Go ahead, cum on my cock."

Your vision went blurry as you came undone beneath him, the tight coil in your abdomen bursting into fireworks of endless pleasure.

"Just like that, pretty girl. You're doing so good, Fuck." Kylo whispered in your ear, easing you through your orgasm as his hand rested over your mouth to muffle your moans.

After a few more thrusts he came to a halt with a groan, burying himself deep inside of you as he came. "Fuck- shit! You feel so fucking good." He hissed.

As Kylo came down from his high, he breathed heavily, smiling down at you before kissing you again. He pulled away, pulling out of you. You whined, which caused him to chuckle slightly. You watched as he took the condom off, throwing it in the trash before slipping his boxers back on, and retrieving his band t-shirt and your underwear from the floor.

He sat back on the bed and gently dressed you, his shirt hanging off of your much smaller frame. "You look so pretty in my clothes." He smirked at you, pulling your covers over the two of you before taking you into his arms.

You rested your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat flutter. "Thank you." You whispered softly.

Kylo chuckled. "For what, pretty girl?" He played with your hair.

"For making my first time memorable. It was really, really good..." You trailed off sleepily.

You heard his heartbeat falter at your comment and you smiled. He ran his fingers through your hair. "You don't have to thank me for that, I've wanted to do this for a while now." Kylo waited for an answer but it never came. He sighed, smiling as he realized you had fallen asleep on him. This was a feeling he could get used to.

The following morning, you two were awoken by the sound of your mother knocking on your bedroom door. Kylo was immediately alert, scrambling out of bed and grabbing his remaining clothes before ducking under your bed as you silently laughed at him.

"Yeah?" You called out to your mother.

She entered, looking around your room. "I'm going to the grocery store, do you want anything... where did you get that shirt." She stared at the Slipknot t-shirt you were wearing that was three sizes too big for you.

You looked down at yourself, before looking back at her. "I'm doing laundry right now and Kylo left it in Finn's room a long time ago." You lied through your teeth. "And no, I don't want anything."

"Hm, okay... And close that window, the heat is on and its freezing in here!" She motioned to your open window before leaving, shutting the door behind her.

You fell back onto your pillow, shutting your eyes and smiling at the sound of Kylo's laughter beneath you.

#kylo ren #ben solo #star wars #kylo ren x reader #ben solo x reader #star wars x reader #kylo ren fanfic #ben solo fanfic #starwars fanfic #star wars sequel trilogy #the force awakens #the last jedi #the rise of skywalker #crucifiedfaerie #saint writes !#modern!kylo au

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fire-emblem-drabbles · 1 year

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Day 5

Pairing: Ren Hana x reader

Prompt: Meloncholy

Description: How did you get caught in such a surreal situation? You can't help but feel terrible, so much so that you end up crying. But, your new best friend Ren is here to help!

Rating: sfw

Content Warning: Past kidnapping, imprisonment, non con touching (nonsexual), mentions of hurting reader, collars, ask to tag

Word Count: 872

Notes: Ren is my FAV from bytd I would actually let his do anything to me. Even if I am like, way taller than him. He can be my short king any day sdfjldfkj have I mentioned all these have been written in a row? Thank u queue its 10:30 rn After I get "caught up" these might be longer but I aint forcing nothing

You couldn’t help but settle heavy in the bed given to you, dread and fear weighing you down to the nice duvet under you. You can’t help but curl your fingers into it as you stare out the window, to the winter storm raging outside. You reach up to touch the collar around your neck your body shivers at the memory of electricity running though you.

How did you get into this mess? All you had wanted was a night out but… Ren and that other man… the drinks… being chased and… Ending up here.

You had really wanted to believe he helped you. He was nothing but sweet and polite, so you wanted to return that generosity but… the anklet. The collar you still wore. That he tested on you. This could only end badly for you, couldn’t it? But you had to be brave in the face of this, this…

You feel your eyes tear up. You really don’t want to cry, not now. He was some sort of fox; he would probably hear you sobbing from where ever he went off too but… you can’t help it, your stresses piling up until your fit to burst, leaving you in the little tears that stream down your face. It isn’t long before you’re downright bawling, shoving your face into the too nice pillow in a feeble attempt to muffle your voice.

Obviously, it doesn’t work and it isn’t long before you hear the undeniable sound of feet bounding down the stairs. You attempt to collect yourself in vain, but Ren is upon you before you’re even done rubbing your tired eyes.

“_____? Is everything okay?” His voice is so soft, so very sweet. As if he’s not the cause of all your problems.

“I-I’m sorry…!” You blubber out, scared he might do something else to hurt you. “I-I just…” It isn’t long before you burst into another fit of tears.

“H-hey it’s okay!” You jump as you feel his arms slither around your waist. Ren doesn’t let you go, though, merely pulls you closer into his embrace. “I know you’re probably a little confused… but I’ll take care of you, I promise!” He coos. “You don’t have anything to worry about, okay?” His words provide little comfort to you but you try to convince yourself to calm down regardless, taking slow deep breathes to even your breathing and hopefully stop sobbing.

“There you go, easy…” He hums as you take another shuddering breath. “What’s got you all sad for buddy?” he asks softly, laughing gently. You consider your words carefully.

“I-I’m just… not used to this place, is all.” You mumble softly. It wasn’t a complete lie, but you weren’t sure if it was enough to convince him. “I um, still sleep with a lot of stuffed animals and plushies so… I guess I just got a little lonely here by myself.” You admit softly.

“Oh, is that it?” Ren laughs softly. “If it would make you feel better… I could stay with you?” Your eyes widen at his proposition. Was that an offer you could even say no to? “I’ll even bring down one of my favorite plushies for you, hold on!” Before you can even think to argue, he’s racing off again, up the stairs. It’s silent a moment before you can hear him charging back down, pushing right into your door.

Triumphantly, he hold up something round. In the dark of your room it’s hard to make out but… “Is that a pusheen plush?” You ask softly.

“It is!” He grins, climbing back on the bed and handing it to you. It was covered in… orange fur, you noted, but it was impossible to mistake. You had this same plush back home… It was one of your favorites to cuddle to sleep. “She’s one of my favorites, but I think you need her more than I do.” He gives you a grin, his features softening as he looks at you.

“That’s really sweet of you…” You can’t help but mumble, holding her closely. “I had a plush just like this one, so… yeah.” You don’t know what else to say, look away from him. You definitely feel better then the minutes before but spending time with Ren felt strange. Like you shouldn’t be as relaxed as you feel.

“I’m glad you think so. I just want you to be comfortable here. With me.” The smile he gives you has an edge to it, his voice sweet with a sharpness. “So… don’t hesitate to trust me, okay?” It’s as if he read your mind. Or maybe perhaps, was questioning your motives.

“I… won’t.” You answer softly, laying down in the bed with the plushie protectively held to your chest. You go under the covers and mumble out. “Good night, Ren.” This time, you openly squeal as you feel his hands circle around your waist. He happily cuddled up to you, tail and legs wrapping around your own and head nuzzled atop yours.

“Night _____. Rest well.” His whispered voice in your ear causes you to shiver. You can’t help but think that you’ve only gotten yourself into a worse situation than the one you found yourself in before…

#minors dni #btd ren #btd ren hana #18+#ren hana x reader #ren x reader #btd 2 #outing myself as gross #just wait it gets worse :)

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eclipsedrgn · 9 months

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Left Behind (2)

Pair: Bay!Leonardo x Fem!Reader

Summary: You went to Japan to become a ninja like the boys only to stumble upon another school called Jujutsu Tech.

Part 1

2 years have gone by quickly.

The scenery of Tokyo never gets old, the beautiful streets, the food and the people were amazing. The crowded streets of Tokyo never ceased to amaze-

CRASH!

BOOM!

The side of the building implode, glass shattering towards the streets as a figure flew out. Your hair flew against the wind, wincing at the cuts and bruises that was on your body. The dark purple curse launch of the build after you, its mouth open ready to digest you, you placed your right palm out blasting fire towards the curse. It cries out in pain as you landed on building, you felt your shoulder crack as you yelp in pain.

Your eyes close as you hiss in pain, you hear footsteps coming up to you. Peaking your eyes open, you see two tall men stood side by side next to you.

"Shut. Up" you said, lazily pointing your finger at the white haired male.

"You got your ass kicked. By a grade 2 curse?" Satoru Gojo smirked mockingly.

"I was shopping and was cut off guard" you complained.

"We got this, right Satoru?" Suguaru Geto says crossing his arms.

"Of course... we are the strongest"

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

You slid the door open stretching out your injured shoulder, with the help of Shoko you were able to heal properly. You paused as you were about to take a seat when you see a familiar small man talking with Yaga, they both turned to you with a grim look on their faces. You sat roughly on the seat next to Gojo who groaned in pain as you slapped his injured arm.

"Ancient One" you say.

"(Y/N)" he says back, "It's been too long"

"Two peaceful years" you grinned, "But that's not the reason why your here isn't it?"

"I'm afraid not"

"Do I have to go back?" you grimly asked.

"The three of you have accomplished so many missions together, especially you (Y/N)-san. Within the two years I've known you, you've quickly became a special grade sorcerer" Yaga spoke.

"The Hamato Clan needs you now, the Shredder has returned and it is not good news" the Ancient One spoke.

You sighed, "It can't be helped. I'll pack and return tonight"

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

The 16 hour or more plane ride to New York wasn't that bad, you were asleep half of the flight, played games and watched movies. But when the plane landed was when you felt your life falling apart again. You knew you had to return, but not this soon, its only been 3 years after all.

Your now new apartment was bigger than the old one, you placed down your bags as you walked around the new surroundings of your home. The bed was luckily big, as in king size big, and you sighed. You quickly ate a snack, showered before dressing up to head for patrol.

You wore your regular uniform from Jujutsu Tech, a navy blue blazer left open showing your black sports bra and abs along with its matching skirt. You wore black high knee boots and tied your hair into a mermaid braid.

You unlocked the window and climbed out, you climbed up the ladder and stood on the roof of your new building. You jumped roof to roof until you hear someone cry out for help, you jumped down the building landing on the attacker while fighting the others, once finished you turned to see your best friend, Ren who stared at you terrified.

"(Y/N)... y-you're alive?" she stuttered out.

"Ren" you said with a cold tone.

A couple of thuds was heard behind you, as you place your hands in your skirt pockets, you turned to see the now taller four mutant brothers you've come to love and hate. The walked towards you carefully, clearly cautious.

Leo stared at your eyes, clearly alive and not burned beyond recognition. Mikey placed his hands against his mouth, surprised at your appearance. He ran around his brothers, gathering you in his arms, hugging you tightly.

"You're alive!" he exclaims, crying against your shoulder.

You gave Mikey a unsure smile, hugging him back hesitentantly. "Yeah, Mikey I'm alive"

"How the hell are you alive?" Raph exclaims, "You were on the news. We checked your apartment, you were nothing but a burnt body"

You didn't reply and that made Raph angry, the betrayal on Donnie's face says it all and Leo, he just looked at you in disbelief.

You turn to walk away but you stop as you got a little further, "Take it up to your Sensei, he knows"

#bayverse tmnt x reader #tmnt x reader #tmnt #tmnt au #crossover #edited

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dem-obscure-imagines · 2 years

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The Happily Ever After

Steve Harrington x Reader x Eddie Munson

Just the Three of Us | Relocated | What We Were Waiting For

Fandom: Stranger Things

Prompt: “Here’s my proposition; What you receive: all of my love and affection + a cake of your choosing. What I receive: part four of just the three of us. Pretty solid deal I think.”

Note: I do indeed think that’s a pretty solid deal. I’ll take a red velvet cake if that’s cool with you. Here is the long-anticipated Part 4! Sorry it took so long, but uh…Volume 2 put a little wrench in my motivation…Love you guys lots. Take care of yourselves during these trying times.

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, swearing, poly fluff.

Word Count: 5.2k

Reader is: female, from the future

It was too early in the morning that your alarm clock rang, blaring from the nightstand somewhere behind you.

You groaned and shook your head. “What time is it?”

“It’s Ren Faire day, princess.” You felt a kiss on your nose and a warn hand on your face, opening your eyes to find Eddie’s face right in front of your own, his curly hair a messy bed head, as it usually was in the mornings.

You gasped, remembering suddenly.

“You nerds get up really early for these things, huh?” Steve chuckled, his face pressed against the back of your neck. You loved the way his voice sounded in the morning, all deep and gravely. His arm tightened a bit around your waist as he pulled you back against his chest.

“We’re dedicated to our craft, Harrington.” Eddie smirked, scooching forward and effectively trapping you in a boyfriend sandwich, his arm arcing over you to touch Steve. “And I, for one, can’t wait to see our preppy little boyfriend all dressed up today.”

“Yeah, yeah…” Steve shook his head. “I can’t believe you two talked me into this.”

“I can.” You and Eddie both said at the same time.

“Jinx.” You whispered, Eddie’s eyes gentle while they lingered on your features.

“They still do ‘jinx’ in the future?”

“They still do ‘jinx’ in the future.” You confirmed.

“Cool. Well, you jinxed me, so I think that means I owe you a kiss.”

“Those aren’t the rules I’m familiar with, Munson.” You tilted your head, an amused grin tugging at your lips.

“You know, if you wanna kiss our girlfriend, you can just say that.” Steve pushed the hair off of your neck and kissed your cheek before trailing kisses down your jaw. “Because I know I do.”

“Yeah, let’s go with that.” Eddie smirked, kissing Steve’s cheek, and then his lips before moving on to yours.

It was complex, how these little make-out sessions worked between the three of you, but you loved every minute of them. Eddie’s lips explored yours, his hand between your head and the pillow, fingers in your hair, gently scratching your scalp. Meanwhile, Steve was, no doubt, leaving a loving little bruise on your neck, his lips careful, but firm.

“I love you.” You murmured to both of them.

“I love you too.” Steve whispered behind you, sealing his words with one last kiss on your cheek.

“As do I.” Eddie kissed your nose, looking into your eyes for a long moment before finally sitting up. “Ugh, I’m so excited.”

***

“Baby, will you do my eyeliner?” Eddie asked once the three of you were relatively ready to go pick up the others for the Faire. The king of Hellfire was dressed as a warlock-leaning pirate captain. He looked very Jack Sparrow, despite the fact that Jack Sparrow did not exist yet. His costume consisted of a billowy black shirt with a deep v-neck, held loosely together at the top by thin, crisscrossed strings. As usual, his fingers were adorned with his signature rings. He had a few accessories attached to a brown leather belt that hugged his hips, and on his head, there was a wide-brimmed pirate hat to match, a few beads and gemstones attached to it that you’d helped him sew on.

“Yeah, one second.” You called over your shoulder as you adjusted Steve’s costume. You and Eddie had talked him into a ranger-esque costume, complete with a cape and a quiver full of arrows. It was notably less intricate than Eddie’s, but you were lucky to have gotten him to wear it at all. He was, however, wearing some leather archery gloves, along with a small brown satchel to put his wallet and keys in.

Meanwhile, you were dressed as an elven princess, your costume fairly simple due to the short notice and your lack of supplies from the future, but you were wearing a layered purple skirt, a peasant top, a corset, a jeweled circlet around your head, a pair of pointed ears, and, of course, one of Eddie’s rings around your finger.

Steve grinned down at you, amused, as you fiddled with the strap of his quiver, adjusting it so it sat comfortably against his back.

“How does that feel?”

“A lot better. Thank you.” Steve leaned forward and kissed your cheek. “You know, I had my doubts, but this might be fun.”

“Will be fun.” You corrected.

“You look great, Harrington.” Eddie smirked. “But I still miss that dorky little sailor costume you used to wear.”

Steve chuckled, his cheeks reddening ever so slightly. “Oh god not the sailor costume.”

You raised an eyebrow. “When did you wear a sailor costume? And follow-up question: where might I find pictures of you wearing such a costume?”

“Ugh, Munson, see what you’ve done?”

Eddie laughed maniacally. “Ah yes, all according to my evil plan.” He leaned closer to your ear and whispered, “I’ll show you later. I’ve got them tucked away somewhere safe.”

“I look forward to it.” You said, putting the finishing touches on Steve’s costume before turning your attention to Eddie, who was sitting on the couch, manspreading shamelessly, an eyeliner pencil in his outstretched hand. He gave his thigh a pat, inviting you over.

You walked over and sat in his lap, his arm wrapping around your waist to support you. You admired him for a moment, that handsome face of his.

“What?” He asked, amused, his voice little more than a whisper as his arm tightened around you slightly.

“You, Eddie Munson…are so hot.”

As soon as you said it, Eddie’s cheeks began to redden. He laughed, embarrassed. “Pfft. I don’t know about that.”

“No, no, no, she’s right.” Steve said, sitting next to Eddie on the couch. “She always is.”

“Well I can’t argue with that logic.” Eddie accepted, relaxing against the cushions, his free hand taking Steve’s.

You adjusted your position on his leg and gently took the hat off of his head, handing it to Steve. Eddie stared up at you with stars in his eyes, waiting in anticipation for you to finally put eyeliner on him.

“Close your eyes.” You murmured, and he did so. Then, carefully, you drew eyeliner onto the edge of his eyelid. “Do you want them kinda smoky, or a more solid line?”

“Smoky.” He answered, his voice quiet.

“Cool.” You nodded and gently smudged the line with your pinkie finger, giving him a smokier look. Then, you repeated on the other eye. “Now look up.”

He tilted his head back.

You giggled. “No, like, open your eyes and look up with them.”

“Oh.” Eddie opened his eyes and then looked up at the ceiling.

Even more carefully this time, you traced his lower lash line with the eyeliner and then smudged it expertly. His eye twitched a little bit, but for the most part, he managed to keep them steady.

“All done.” You told him, sliding the cap back onto the pencil and leaning in to kiss him.

“Lemme see.” Eddie set you in Steve’s lap and got up to look at his reflection in the bathroom mirror. “Holy shit!” He emerged wearing a brilliant smile. “Princess, this looks awesome. Thanks.”

“Any time.” You smiled, an arm draped around Steve’s shoulders.

Steve guided your face to his, kissing you softly. You reached up and cupped his cheek with your hand, keeping him close as his lips explored yours.

“I love you,” he whispered it like he was telling you a little secret, his brown eyes incredibly warm, sparkling as he admired you in your costume.

“I love you too.” You replied, going in for another quick kiss before getting up off of his lap and getting the rest of your things together.

Sometimes, you looked at your boyfriends, really looked at them and remembered where you were, when you were. Today, you were in 1986, all dressed up for a Renaissance Faire. A few months ago, this would have been little more than a distant daydream, a passing thought, and now it was your daily reality.

“You okay?” Eddie waved a hand in front of your face when he noticed you zone out.

“I’m fine.” You nodded, taking a step closer and wrapping an arm around his torso while Steve draped an arm over the both of you. “Great, actually. I’ve got my boys, we’ve got some great costumes, and we’re going to have an awesome time.”

Steve grinned and kissed your forehead. “Couldn’t have said it better myself.”

***

The three of you picked up Robin, Dustin, and Nancy, planning to meet the rest of the group at the faire grounds.

“Cool costume, (Y/N).” Dustin complimented. He was wearing some Paladin gear that looked like he had made it himself.

“Thank you!” You smiled. “I usually go as a tiefling rogue, but all my ren gear is in the future, so…starting from scratch, I suppose.”

“Babe, what’s a tiefling?” Eddie asked, his eyebrows furrowed.

You paused for a long moment. “Are…are tieflings not in DnD yet?” You asked, dumbfounded.

“They’re from DnD?” Dustin asked. “Oh my god, I love when you talk about future stuff. What are they like?”

“They’re like…demon people, kind of. Cool demon features, red skin, horns, that sort of stuff. They’re insanely popular in every DnD group I’ve ever played in.”

“That sounds fucking awesome.” Eddie grinned, taking your hand. “Do you know when they pop up?”

“No clue. But I guess it has to be sometime between now and fifth edition.”

“FIFTH EDITION?!” Dustin asked, his eyes just about bulging out of his head. “Holy shit!”

You chuckled, shrugging. “Yeah.”

Nancy watched you, her big blue eyes curious. She was also wearing a princess costume, but hers leaned more fairy-inspired than yours did, complete with a flower crown and brighter pastel colors. Robin, who was dressed in a Robin Hood-inspired outfit, had helped Nancy with hers, too.

“What’s it like?” She asked quietly.

“What’s what like?” You asked, sitting on the bench seat in the front of the car, crammed quite comfortably between Steve, who was driving, and Eddie, whose fingers were drumming a steady rhythm against your thigh.

“You don’t have to answer this, but…isn’t it weird being here?”

“Oh.” You thought for a long moment. “Well yeah, sometimes. Every time I almost get used to things, I find out something else I’m used to having won’t be invented until like the nineties or something. And that’s…tricky, I guess. But I love it here. And you guys are all great and super nice. I’ve got a great support system here.” You squeezed Steve’s hand and he squeezed it right back. “And besides, pretty much everyone from my generation idolizes the 1980s.”

“This is news.” Steve raised an eyebrow, looking at you briefly while he was stopped at a red light. “Really?”

“Yeah, definitely. A lot of people my age are obsessed with ‘80s music and the aesthetic. Some of the fashion is coming back, too. Lots of the movies are still really popular, some of them getting remakes. And also, they’re making a lot of new movies that take place in the ‘80s, too.”

“Remakes?” Robin asked.

“They made an all-girls Ghostbusters a few years back. It got a lot of hate, but I liked it. The Ninja Turtles come back around every five years or so with a new something.” You chuckled. “There’s a lot of others, too, I just can’t remember them all off the top of my head.”

“An all-girls Ghostbusters…” Robin whispered, smiling. “Awesome.”

“Hey Steve, are we almost there?” Dustin asked from the backseat.

“Almost there.” Steve nodded, putting his blinker on before taking a turn.

“I can’t wait.” Robin grinned, fixing up her makeup with a little mirror in the back seat.

“I can’t believe we’ve never been to a Renaissance Faire before.” Dustin chuckled, shaking his head. “It took your awesome girlfriend from the future to open our eyes to it.”

“You’re welcome, Henderson. Glad I could introduce you to the nerdy wonderland hiding right under your noses.” You chuckled, leaning your head against Eddie’s shoulder.

He turned his head and pressed a kiss to your hairline, and you could feel his lips curl into a smile. “Our costumes are gonna be even better and cooler next year.”

“Definitely.”

***

It didn’t take long to get the rest of the way there. The people standing at the entrance of the parking lot, which was really just a big grassy field, directed you where to park amongst the rows and rows of cars that were already there. Dustin used his walkie talkie to figure out where the others were parked, and then you all started walking towards their vehicle.

When you found them, the other half of the group were sitting in the back of a large yellow pizza van, putting on their garb as quickly as they could. You recognized pretty much everyone who was there. You’d been introduced to each of them at your birthday party do-over and they all seemed nice, as far as you could tell. The only exception was the addition of Argyle, Jonathan’s friend from California. Already you could tell he had good vibes.

“Is this the girl from the future I keep hearing about?” He asked as soon as he laid eyes on you, one of your hands in Steve’s and the other in Eddie’s.

“I’m (Y/N). You must be Argyle.”

“Nice to meet you. I think it’s super dope you have two boyfriends, by the way. I wish everyone got two soulmates. More to love, you know?”

This caused you, Eddie, and Steve to all laugh a little. You nodded. “Yeah, I think so, too. Totally lucked out with these two.”

“(Y/N), did you bring any safety pins? My zipper broke.” Will said, motioning to the back of his wizard costume, which was hanging open haphazardly.

“You seem pretty crafty; I told Will you might have some on you.” Jonathan admitted, shrugging.

“Well you were correct.” You said, opening the bag hanging at your hip and quickly producing a safety pin, carefully using it to join the ends of Will’s robe. “I can help sew a new one on later. Or I could help make you a new one. Totally up to you.”

“A new costume might be nice.” Will contemplated.

Once that was handled, Steve wrapped an arm around you, pulling you to his side and Eddie’s hand found its way into yours again, his ringed fingers lacing between your own. He pulled your hand to his lips, littering a few kisses there on the back of it.

The large hoard of nerds you’d acquired started walking towards the front gates together. Nancy handed out the tickets and made sure you each had one, and then you walked through the domed archway into what felt like another world.

Right at the entrance, there was a tall Maypole with dancers wrapping ribbons around it while music played in the background. Almost everyone you encountered was dressed up as though they were straight out of a fantasy novel. Vendors were selling food and drinks, costume pieces and ornate jewelry, homemade candles, artisan soaps, and so on and so forth.

“Holy shit…” Eddie murmured, looking around at everything.

“Hey you three.” Robin said, grabbing your attention, her Polaroid in hand. “Smile!”

She snapped a photo of the three of you, handing it to Steve once it printed out the front of her camera. He shook it idly while it developed before showing you and Eddie.

“Oh my god that’s so cute.” You smiled. “Thank you, Robin.”

“Any time.” She grinned.

Everyone kind of split off, agreeing to meet at twelve to grab something to eat together before going their separate ways. You, Steve, and Eddie stuck with the other older members of the group: Nancy, Jonathan, Argyle, and Robin.

For a while, you browsed the racks of costumes. Eddie looked at a very ornate pirate jacket while Steve tried on a few flamboyant leather hats.

“What do you think of this one?” Steve asked, raising an eyebrow playfully.

“I think you look hot in all of them, babe.” You said, walking up to him.

“Oh you think so, do you?” He grinned, hugging you to his side and pressing a kiss to your lips.

“If you want one, we’ve still got about four and a half months on my fancy card.” You reminded him.

“I don’t know what I’d do with a hat like this, princess.” He chuckled, taking it off of his head and putting it back on the rack where he’d found it. “But, uh, I think our boyfriend found something he likes.” He glanced over at Eddie, who had tried on the pirate captain coat and was admiring his reflection in the mirror.

You snuck up behind him, a mischievous look on your face, and wrapped your arms around him from behind.

“Oh! Hey.” He grinned and made eye contact with you in your reflections. “What do you think?”

“I think it suits you, Captain Munson.” You kissed his cheek. “If you want it, I’ve got my Gold Card on me.”

Eddie thought for a long time, quiet. He had that same look on his face he got every time you tried to buy him something. “You’re serious.”

“Of course I am.” You assured him.

“It’s pretty expensive.”

“I know.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive. I’ve got unlimited funds for the next four-ish months. We may as well use them.”

Eddie slowly smiled, laughing a bit before meeting your eyes. “Well I can’t argue with that logic, now can I?”

You walked to the counter with him and bought the jacket before reuniting with Steve outside the stall, where he was chatting with Argyle, whose long hair was now braided with several flowers woven into it.

“Woah, cool coat!” Argyle complimented.

Eddie beamed, showing it off proudly. “It was a gift bestowed upon me by Princess (Y/N) of Hawk’s End.”

You laughed. You loved when Eddie’s DM voice came out.

“What do you think, Harrington?” Eddie did a little spin.

“I think you make one hell of a pirate captain, Ed.” Steve smirked before adding playfully, “Might even get me back in that old sailor costume.”

Eddie gasped and put his hand over his heart. “Promise?”

“We’ll see.” Steve shook his head, chuckling.

Eddie walked up to Steve, his fingers playfully hovering near his face before pulling him in for a kiss that Steve gladly reciprocated. It was adorable, how affectionate they were with each other. For both of them, touch was one of their main love languages, so physical affection was a big part of your relationship with them. Not that you minded at all. It was nice. It was nice being cared for by your two favorite people in the world.

“Now we’ve gotta find a cool new costume piece for you, big boy.” Eddie kissed Steve’s nose and Steve blushed, grinning.

“Better get looking, then.” Steve replied.

“It says on this map there’s a mead tent.” Robin read from the map she’d picked up at the gate. “And a mermaid? And a fairy garden!”

“What’s mead?” Argyle asked.

“It’s like honey-based wine. It’s pretty sweet, but they make it in a bunch of flavors and it’s pretty good.” You answered. “My favorite is blueberry mead.”

“You know a lot of things, future girl.” Argyle noted, nodding. Yeah, he was probably baked, you figured. After spending a little over a month dating Eddie, you’d recognize that smell anywhere. “Thanks for sharing your knowledge.”

You laughed. “Any time.”

“I think we should check that out.” Steve noted. “It’d give me some time to sober up before I’ve gotta drive us back.”

“You like wine?” You asked, amused.

He shrugged, smiling sheepishly. “On occasion.”

“No wonder Dustin calls you Mom.” Eddie joked, giving Steve an affectionate nudge.

“Well I wanna go see the mermaid.” Robin said. “Looks like the mead tent is on the way.”

“Perfect.” Steve took your hand in one and Eddie’s in the other, starting to lead the rest of the group over to the mead tent.

***

By the time lunch rolled around and you joined up with the kids again, you were still a little buzzed from the mead tent.

“Woah, Eddie, cool coat!” Dustin complimented.

“Doesn’t he look great? A total pirate captain.” Steve grinned, his arms wrapping around Eddie’s waist from behind and kissing him on the cheek.

“Are you…drunk?” Dustin asked, his eyes narrowing at you and Steve slightly.

You giggled. “A little. We found a mead tent.”

“They’re both lightweights.” Eddie whispered very loudly, earning an elbow to the chest. “They’ll sober up once we get some food in ‘em, though.”

“What’s mead?” Mike asked, holding hands with Eleven.

“The nectar of the gods, brochacho.” Argyle declared. “I have been changed at this Renaissance Festival.”

Once you all caught up with each other and shared the things you had found, the rest of you started browsing the food stalls. Steve made a beeline for the giant turkey legs while you located something more palatable at one of the other storefronts.

There weren’t many places to sit and eat, so your whole group sat on the back benches at one of the live shows.

Steve held up his turkey leg proudly and took a bite, nodding immediately. “Oh yeah, that’s the stuff.”

“Can I have a bite?” Eddie asked, curious more than anything.

Steve nodded and held the leg closer to Eddie, who took a bite from it.

Eddie chuckled, shaking his head a bit as he chewed. “Yeah, I wouldn’t have finished that whole thing. That’s…a lot.”

“Yeah.” You nodded, taking a bite of your veggie burger. “I usually share one with my friends back home because it’s too much for any one of us to finish on our own. They’re good with barbeque sauce, though.”

“That’s a good idea, princess.” Steve grinned, dabbing some barbeque sauce onto it before digging in again. “You’re right. You’re always right.”

“That seems to be the pattern lately, yeah.” You chuckled.

“You want a bite?” He offered, his eyes earnest.

“Don’t mind if I do.” You took a little bite before turning your attention back to your own meal. Once you were finished eating, you looked at Steve, who still had a little barbeque sauce clinging to the corner of his lip. “Babe.”

“Hmm?” He hummed, looking over at you, oblivious.

“Come here.” You beckoned him closer and he leaned in, those gorgeous big brown eyes gazing into yours. You led his lips to yours and kissed him softly, pulling away after a few moments before telling him, “You had some BBQ on your lip.”

Steve laughed sheepishly and looked at you. “Well did you get it?”

“Yep.” You pecked his lips one more time before getting up to walk your trash to the garbage can. When you made your way back to the group, Eddie was reaching out for you, his fingers wiggling needily. You grinned and sat in his lap, his arm wrapping around you.

“Can I get a kiss even if I don’t have BBQ on my face, princess?” Eddie asked, his features mischievous.

“You can have a kiss any time you want, Captain Munson.” You tilted his chin up towards you and pressed a long kiss to his lips.

Once everyone else was finished, you all started walking around the faire once more, browsing the various stalls, shopping for odds and ends. In one of the other costume stalls, Eddie stuck a very kingly crown on Steve’s head, mostly as a joke, but the look Steve gave himself in the mirror while he was wearing it was enough to make you bust out your Gold Card.

And then, when you all were about finished exploring, you stumbled upon a psychic’s shop. Immediately, you felt a pull you couldn’t explain.

“A psychic?” Eddie asked, reading the sign. “That’s cool.”

“I…I think I’m gonna get a reading.” You decided, walking inside, Steve and Eddie not far behind you.

Steve browsed the little crystals for sale out front while you walked to the counter and booked a reading. And as soon as the psychic was ready, she beckoned you beyond the beaded curtains to her table while Steve and Eddie waited out in the storefront for you to be done.

The psychic was an older woman, probably around fifty or sixty. She had reddish hair pulled back into a bun. Her fingers were adorned with rings and bracelets, her nails painted gold. She had a kind twinkle in her eye, like she knew things she wasn’t supposed to. Although, you supposed, that was kind of the whole point.

“So you want a stone reading today, eh?” She asked, collecting said rocks from the table’s surface. Some of them were crystals, others were bones or pieces of bones, there were a few runes, and some rocks that looked as though she’d found them outside somewhere.

“Yes, ma’am.”

“There’s some nervous energy about you, dear. Is this your first reading?”

“The first in a while.” You nodded. “I had a friend who used to do them for me before I…uh, moved.”

“Mmhmm.” She hummed, setting the pile of stones in your hands. “Breathe with me.”

You both took a deep breath together.

“And now, you can release them.” She said, motioning you for to drop the stones on the table. She looked them over for a long moment, taking in the information they gave her based on the way they fell. “You’re not from around here, are you? From quite far away. Somewhere you can’t get back to.”

“Right, yeah.” You nodded, a chill running down your spine.

“But you don’t feel lost, do you? I see a little uncertainty here, but…” She smiled softly. “Your soulmates are here.”

You smiled. “Yeah, they are.”

“They love you a lot. I can tell that much.”

“I love them a lot, too.”

She laughed. “Well that’s good.” She paused, looking over the stones. “You’re pretty financially stable now, yes?”

“Yes.” You nodded.

“I’m still seeing a new job for you on the horizon, but not for a while. Maybe…a few months from now.”

You were in awe. That was when you were planning on getting a job, about a month before your Gold Card would expire.

“Let’s talk about those soulmates, shall we?”

“I’d love to.”

“Well, there’s two, for starters.” She laughed. “You’re one of the lucky ones, it seems. One of them is giving me very…paternal, protective energy. He’s…athletic. Maybe not currently, but he played sports at one point in time. He’s…he’s been hurt in the past. Someone who he really cared about betrayed him, but he doesn’t feel that way with you. It’s a different kind of fear. You got here pretty abruptly. Part of him fears you’ll…well, that you’ll disappear as quickly as you came.”

“Woah…”

“You won’t.” She reassured you quickly. “We’ll…we’ll get there, though. Now the other one, he’s something else, isn’t he? I’m getting some strong musical abilities here. He’s a bit of a rebel, an outsider. He has tattoos, yes?”

“Yeah.” You chuckled. “Plenty of them.”

“Thought so. He’s very creative, though. An impressive storyteller. He treats you well. They both do. There is, however, something they’ve been keeping from you. It will come up in due time, but just know that they’ve been waiting to tell you for a reason.”

“Okay.”

“And don’t push them. It’s nothing that directly affects you, rather, something in their past.” She paused, taking a breath and looking into your eyes. “Speaking of pasts…I didn’t think you’d recognize me, and it’s alright that you don’t, (Y/N), but there’s a reason you came into my stall today.”

Your heart raced and you stared at her, waiting for the recognition to kick in. And then, all at once, it hit you. “Oh my god, Iris?”

“In the flesh.” She smiled, reaching for your hand, which you gladly gave her, tears welling in your eyes.

“What are you—how are you—?”

“A few months after you vanished on your twenty-first birthday, I vanished on mine. Went back to the 1950s to live with my soulmate, Lydia. She’s running the register out front.” She told you, chuckling softly and shaking her head. “I always knew you’d gone off to 1986 but it snuck up on me after all these years.”

“How did you know? What did they tell you?”

“The Commission told all of us, your friends, where you’d gone and why, told us not to make too much of a fuss about it, but it was hard to just move on like nothing had happened.” She teared up a little. “I’ve missed you.”

“I missed you too.” You both stood up and walked into each other’s arms, crying.

“I know you’re still afraid you’ll wake up back home, that all of this will be a dream, but it’s not. You and your soulmates are going to live happily ever after. You’re going to put down roots together, start your new life here. I know you’re going to be so happy with them for years and years and years. And every once in a while, you better come visit me.”

“Oh I will. I promise.”

“Good. Now, how would you feel about introducing me to these boys of yours?”

***

Iris, unsurprisingly, got on with Steve and Eddie very well. She trusted them with you. And now, she knew you were in good hands.

It had been a weird and wonderful day, and now, you and the rest of the group were heading towards the car to go back home. On the way there, though, you pulled Steve and Eddie aside for a second.

“Steve, Iris…told me you’re…she said you’re scared that I’m gonna…disappear.” You told him, causing him to stop in his tracks. You and Eddie stopped walking too, standing under the canopy of trees arching above you as people in Renaissance garb passed you.

“Well, w-well yeah, it’s always kinda…in the back of my mind.” Steve admitted, taking your hand and fiddling with your fingers. “I don’t know, I just…everything is so perfect and I’m just afraid that one morning I’ll wake up and…”

“Hey, look at me.” You said softly, reaching up to touch his cheek, tilting his face towards yours. “I’m not going anywhere. I promise.” You felt tears brimming in your eyes and reached for Eddie’s hand with your free one. “I…honestly, I was kind of afraid of that, too. But…Iris said that’s nothing to worry about. When I came here, it was a one-way trip.” You looked at Eddie, who was in tears, too. “You’re both stuck with me, alright? Forever.”

“P-promise?” Eddie asked, a lump in his throat.

“Promise.” You whispered, a tear slipping down your cheek, only to be wiped away by Steve’s thumb, his warm hand cupping your face. He pulled you against him, tugging Eddie closer with his other arm, the three of you huddling there together on the dirt path in your Ren gear, holding each other close.

And little did you know Robin was a little ways up the path, snapping yet another picture of the three of you with her Polaroid.

Part 5?

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hey, i just came across your blog, and i’m so happy to see someone writing about shaman king! i’d like to request a headcanon about first meeting the shaman king boys. thank you so much and keep up the good work <3

Hello!! Thank you for the request!! This is my first ever one, so I hope this meets your standards!! <333

Shaman King Boys React to Meeting Reader For The First Time ✨

Includes: Yoh, Hororhoro, Ren, Lyserg, Chocolove, and Hao

Yoh:

Based on the situation, I believe his reaction would be different.

If you met him during the beginning shaman fights or during the tournament, I think he'd been in awe at your abilities.

No matter how strange your shamanic abilities may seem, so long as your not actively trying to murder anyone, he'd except you no matter what.

Even if him and Anna weren't engaged, you'd probably still face a lot of skepticism from her. She'd obviously be wary of you, but you two would probably grow close after a while.

Obviously, he wouldn't fall head over heels immediately. To me, Yoh is someone who would need to see different sides of you before ever trusting you fully.

Once the two of you were close, he'd absolutely be more open to hanging out one on one and getting to know you better.

Now, if you were to have met him during school or childhood, things would probably be different.

As a child, I think he'd be a lot more eager to hang out with you. After all, he didn't have any friends and only hung out with Tamao and his family.

He'd probably be more willing to approach you and develop a genuine friendship with you.

Despite how hectic his situation is, he'd definitely appreciate having you by his side.

Overall, he'd be eager to get to know you and develop a genuine bond with you.

Horohoro:

Now, for Horohoro, his reaction to meeting you would depend on a lot of factors.

Unlike Yoh, Horohoro is not the most accepting. If anything about you seems suspicious to him, he would definitely be cold to you initially.

He'd especially be cold to you if you're on Hao's team. Unlike Yoh, who would probably try to look past this and give you a chance, Horohoro would immediately be hostile towards you.

Another factor you'd have to consider is your personality. For example, if your personality was somewhat similar to Ren's, he'd totally be iffy around you.

On the other hand, if your personality was like Yoh's or Lady Jane's, he'd probably be more open to letting you hang out with him.

Once he was comfortable around you, I think he'd actually try to make some kind of effort to get to know you.

Of course, he'd be kind of awkward and standoffish, but it gets better the more time passes.

Now, if you two met as kids, it'd be a lot more difficult to get to know him.

Similar to his relationship with Kororo, he'd attempt to push you away in the beginning. He wouldn't want you to get close to him, so it'd take a lot of time and persistence to get through to him.

Unfortunately, you'd have to deal with his self conscious and spiteful episodes. It would be difficult and sometimes he'd say things he didn't mean, but he'd always try to make it up to you.

Overall, he's another person who'd be super grateful to have you around and would wholeheartedly cherish having you in his life.

Ren:

Ren is one of the people whose relationship with you would depend on when exactly you met him, but let's say you met him after he matured and stopped killing.

Even at this point, I think Ren would still be a bit hostile right out the bat.

Unless he met you through Yoh or someone in the group, he'd have no respect for you.

Of course, it would be different if he considered you a formidable opponent. He'd probably have a decent amount of respect for you and your fighting style, but I still doubt that he'd get close to you.

Assuming you two had never met before, it would take a VERY long time for him to trust and get comfortable with you.

However, it would be different if he met you in the past.

Let's say that you met him through his sister or something like that, since I doubt that his dad would take kindly to your presence otherwise.

Although younger and not exactly mature, I feel like it'd be a lot easier to build a relationship.

Yes, the relationship might not exactly be the healthiest, but I think he'd put up with you if you obey him.

Honestly, it's just far more preferable to meet him later on. I think this is because even if you guys were childhood friends, who's to say he (or maybe his dad?) wouldn't outright kill you over some kind of mistake?

In summary, I think he'd actually be a loyal friend...just not as a child. If you're willing to put in the work to get to know him and spend time with him, he'd remember and cherish it.

Lyserg:

Lyserg is another one of the boys where it would kinda depend on when you met him.

Let's say you met him before he joined the X-Laws. I think he'd definitely be a lot more open minded about meeting you.

He wouldn't judge you, unless you were openly/actively associating with Hao.

It'd be a lot easier to get along with him, plus I think he'd be more open about letting you get close to him.

Now, let's say you met him around the time when he first joined X-Laws.

At the height of Lyserg being sucked up in his mission of getting revenge, he'd definitely be a lot more of a challenge.

I also think that he may attempt to drop you as a friend, if you two were friends beforehand. Unless you persist on being by his side, he'd try to push you away.

Even if he did want to stay close to you, you'd have to go through Marco and all the other X-Laws.

I do think that he'd be a sweet guy in the beginning, but it really does depend on the timing. I personally didn't like Lyserg when he first joined X-Laws, but it definitely got better as the show went on.

Even though he had his rough patches, he'd still be polite and sweet towards you.

Overall, a great guy to meet, but it depends on what point you meet him.

Chocolove:

Joco, to me, would be the easiest to get along with.

He's very openminded and accepting, especially given his past. He wouldn't judge you for any of your faults and could potentially relate to you.

Now, if you were one of Hao's goons, he'd definitely be more on edge. However, if you're not outwardly hostile or anything, he'd possibly be willing to give you a chance.

Besides Yoh, he'd be one of the friendliest ones out of the group.

He's incredibly understanding, but he's also someone who seems eager to make friends and connections.

Of course, he'd probably be wary of you given the circumstances of the tournament, but he'd still be super fun and engaging.

I feel like you'd most likely meet him through a fight or by laughing at one of his jokes.

After a few conversations, I think he'd enjoy hanging out with you. Of course, you wouldn't get anything serious or deep out of him, but he would definitely be sweet.

Even when he becomes blind, I don't think that would affect how he would treat you.

Overall, his energy and easy going personality would make it pretty easy to get to know him. Given that his beliefs are based on rehabilitation and acceptance, he'd be more willing to give you a chance compared to the others.

10/10 friend and would probably be your best bet besides Yoh.

Hao:

Easily the worst one to meet if he didn't like you.

Assuming that you were at least associated with Yoh's group and unknown to him, he'd be interested as to who you were.

You'd have to be super careful with your thoughts around him, but he'd also be interested in the kind of mindset/opinions you have.

Even if you stayed away from him, it'd only make him more curious. He'd pop up spontaneously, which is probably how you two met in the first place.

Now, let's say you were one of his minions. Whatever situation you were in before doesn't matter to him, he'd still approach you out of curiosity.

Originally, he would just manipulate you to get you to join. Even if you did resist him at first, it's honestly inevitable.

At first, he'd pay minimal attention to you. However, after a while with you hanging around, he'd slowly grow closer to you.

Of course, it'd be incredibly discreet. He can't let the others know that he has favorites or any sort of weaknesses.

He'd meet you secretly in both scenarios, unless he wants to mess with Yoh's group. You're interesting to him, no matter if he can read your thoughts or not.

Overall, he's entertaining if he likes you. He'll let you hang around him as much as you want, just make sure not to bring awareness to anything... suspicious.

Just be careful not to piss him off, because he really doesn't want to waste his mana on consuming your soul.

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