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midnight-rain-fics · 2 months

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Labyrinth

{Fandom: Grishaverse}

{Pairing: Kaz Brekker x fem! reader}

Summary: Y/N has spent many a nights waiting for him to come back safe.

“It only feels this raw right now

Lost in the labyrinth of my mind

Break up, break free, break through, break down

You would break your back to make me break a smile”

Caring about someone sucked.

That was a new realization that Y/N had come to. She had always opened her heart to people, letting them in. Some saw the damage and left and the right ones stayed, settling in her heart as if they were always meant to be there.

She didn't have much, but she had hope.

Until she met the bastard of the Barrel. Caring for him had never been the plan. Slowly falling under his spell as their eyes met across rooms should have never happened.

And yet it did.

Every small quirk of his lips, every time his gaze flickered to her, every word spoken in the quiet of his office, it made her fall deeper and deeper.

Until she was drowning in him.

But he was always too far on the shore to hear her, to see her struggle.

Counting kruge while she counted the stars in his piercing eyes.

The bell struck twelve and Y/N sighed, placing her head in the palm of her hand as she waited for Kaz to return.

In the meantime, she flipped through the paperwork she was supposed to help him with tonight. He was already late, there was no way she would let him do the paperwork now.

Not that he would listen to her. Which is why she decided actions were better than words.

Her anxiety crawled higher up her chest with every bell that passed but she pushed it down, continuing to work. Kaz would be fine. He was always fine. There was nothing in the Barrel that could get to Dirtyhands.

Nothing that would take him from her.

Y/N finished putting away the books, placing it exactly how Kaz liked. She settled back against the chair, pulling her knees to her chest, her foot tapping incessantly.

Any minute now, he would walk through his office doors, chastising her for her odd position on the chair, and everything would be alright in the world.

The bell struck twelve past half, and Y/N bit on the inside of her cheek.

Any minute now.

Y/N's eyes snapped open when the door to the office finally opened, and in walked Kaz. A sigh of relief escaped her lips but her breath stuttered in her chest when she took him in.

His face was covered in blood, gashes and cuts lining the sharp edges of his annoyingly handsome face and his limp was even more pronounced. She could even see blood staining the crow head of his cane.

Kaz paused in his tracks, his bitter coffee-brown eyes looking over at her, "Shouldn't you be asleep?"

"Shouldn't you be not covered in blood?" The snark in Y/N's tone was hard to ignore, just as the concern was, too sharp but too warm. Like a double-edged knife twisting in both their chests.

"I thought you might like it" Kaz raised an eyebrow, a challenge in his intense eyes as they flickered to her, savouring every bit of her while he could, "Aren't you always saying how good a man looks covered in blood in those books of yours?"

Kaz walked to the sink in the corner of his office, not waiting for her answer.

"Saints" Y/N shook her head, watching him, lips pulled into an incredulous frown. She followed after him, leaning against the wall, "I am never telling you anything ever again"

Kaz ignored her words, though his lips quirked up faintly. He looked at her through the mirror as he started peeling off his bloodied jacket, and then the shirt that had once been white, now stained blood red.

Y/N bit her lip harshly but did not say anything. Her eyebrows creased in concern, and she looked away from him, eyes trained on the dekappal on the other side of the room.

"I let Nina heal the worst of the injuries" Kaz's raspy whisper broke the heavy silence that had settled over the room and Y/N's eyes flickered up, watching him wash away the blood with a wet rag.

She swallowed, her eyes tracking every movement, from the glide of his pale fingers to the soft expansion and contraction of his chest.

Y/N's eyes caught sight of the numerous blue and purple forming on his shoulders and chest but there wasn't any open wound in sight. She let out a soft breath, arms crossed over her chest, "Right..okay"

Kaz gripped the sink, shoulders slumping slightly as he continued to wipe the blood away. He opened his mouth as if to say something but closed it after a moment.

He had nothing to say to her. Nothing that would comfort her. Nothing she would want to hear from him anyway.

Y/N waited for him to finish drying himself and putting on a clean shirt before she walked up to him, taking the discarded rag from him, "Let me see"

He turned his face to look at her, the dried blood still coating his face, his jaw clenched, but he let her examine him, his heartbeat picking up as her beautiful eyes traced the length of his face.

He knew what he was, a monster made man; crooked and wrong. But as she looked at him with such care and concern, he felt human, if only for a moment.

Love was a poison slowly filling his system and she was the one feeding it to him, and all he could do was wait for the next dose.

Y/N bit her lip, and her fingers itched with the need to reach up and clean his wounds, be the balm to his ever-bleeding wound.

But she knew that was a line she could not cross. Couldn't even dream of it.

Y/N sighed, and let the rag drop back in his hand, careful not to touch his bare fingers, "clean up your face and then put some ointment on the cuts"

Kaz's eyes flickered to her eyes dropping to her lips and then to the tag in his hands. His dark eyebrows furrowed in a solemn frown, "what, am I not pretty enough for you like this?"

Y/N raised an eyebrow at him, nudging the toe of his shoe with her own, "Your pretty face will get infected if you don't patch it up"

She spared him a long glance, fingers curled tightly into fists to resist the urge to stay, to help him even if he won't let her, she cleared her throat softly, "I am going to bed"

#six of crows x reader #kaz brekker x reader #kaz brekker x y/n #kaz brekker x fem!reader #kaz brekker x you #kaz brekker imagine

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honey-flustered · 1 year

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Can I pls request a dom eddie munson x bratty reader

“Come Again?”

(18+ MDNI)

A/N: This was fun!! I may have gotten a little carried away lol 😅 Hope you liked it and thank you for the request ❤️

Summary: You feel the need to act out if it means getting your boyfriend to finally do something about your behavior.

Word Count: 3.8k+

Warnings: smut, graphic language, belt used as leash and cuffs, use of “master” and “sir”, use of “princess”, humiliation/degradation kink, sex toys (vibrating sex saddle, dildo, gag), reader is used as a footrest for a moment, male masturbation, oral sex (m receiving), cum eating, dacryphilia, corruption/innocence kink, sadistic!mean!eddie, bitchy!reader, kissing/french kissing, overstimulation, delayed orgasm, rough handling, hair pulling, eddie speaks to reader’s dad over the phone during sexual act, some aftercare

You’ve been called all the names in the book: goody-goody, Saint Mary, teacher’s pet. To sum it up, you’re a good girl. Never one to talk back or disobey rules. You had this kind of innocence about you that naturally people would want to protect. From your friends cautiously tiptoeing around topics about raunchy sex to your boyfriend handling you as if your made of glass…you’ve had enough!

You craved the moments where you get to put your foot down. Where you got to say ‘no’ without offending anyone. Where you got to curse, fuck, and live without the care to ruin your prettily perfect reputation.

Dating Eddie, you were sure that the image of you would shift. The good girl gone bad. You anticipated the moments he’d show you new things. The kind of things that would make father’s question their daughter’s taste in men. But no. He’s a gentleman. Even your father approved of him!

And despite the constant looks and whispers you’d get whenever people saw you two holding hands, they’d know that even he didn’t have the guts to corrupt you.

It must’ve been some reason he’d been drawn to your innocence. It had to. Because if not, then why you? He could have any girl that would have appreciated his same interests. Yet, he chose you when you were all the things he’s against. Popular, perfect, prudish and punctual. Mini skirts and magazines. Teddy Bears and Tiaras. It must’ve been something in you that he wished to defile and ravish.

It’s not like he wasn’t capable of doing such things. You’ve heard the stories about Eddie “The Freak” Munson. About what a sex god he is or how twisted he can be in bed. And it certainly wasn’t lost you the way his jaw clenches whenever you’d bend over in front of him. Or how he’d occupy his hands by fondling with the band of his watch just to keep himself from going far with you.

Tonight, this will change. You planned on raising your stick in a newfound confidence to poke at the beast that hibernated within him. No regrets. No holding back.

Earlier, Eddie passed you a note during Biology, letting you know that he had the place to himself. You rolled your eyes knowing that it was probably going to be another tame movie night. Nonetheless, you accepted his invitation with a motive in mind.

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“I’m thinking Sixteen Candles or The Princess Bride,” He says holding up the two vhs tapes. “Personally, I’m thinking the Princess Bride because I love a good adventure.”

“Oh, really?” You say in feigned excitement before mumbling to yourself. “You could’ve had me fooled.”

“We’ll go with the Sixteen Candles. I think it’s up your alley.” Eddie goes for the vcr when you lay a hand on his shoulder, halting him. He sinks back down on the couch, eyes on you.

“I wanna watch something scary,” You bat your eyes. “Can we?”

“You sure you can handle it?” He asks, putting a hand to your knee.

You nearly scoffed aloud but instead you keep up your flirtatious nature. “Pleaseee. I can handle it.” You add in a lip bite and you catch his eye flicker down at your lips then back in your eyes.

“Okay.” He whispers, eyes foggy and voice dazed as if catch by your spell. “We could watch Halloween.”

You smiled. “Sounds good.”

Once he’d put in the tape in the vcr, he settles back beside you. A small gap between you. You weren’t exactly paying attention only focusing on the scarier parts as an excuse to nuzzle closer and closer towards him. You were sure he could feel your hardening nipples through your thinly woven top, grazing against his shoulder.

Then, you hear it. That heavy breathing. Unmistakably, you knew he was now riled up. No doubt that he’s getting harder and harder.

“Eddie…” You whispered in his ear, taking his attention away from the movie.

He swallows hard. “Uh-huh.”

You lean in for a kiss. He’s stiff at first but eventually kissing you back, slipping his tongue in your mouth. You’d broken one seal. You and Eddie have never frenched before. Why hadn’t you thought of this sooner? God, he’s so amazing at it. His thick tongue was freakishly long, winning the battle for dominance. The appendage flickers, licking at your tongue before shoving it once more in your mouth. He cups your face in the process of deepening the kiss. Your hands searching for his, placing one over a breast.

He lurches himself away, the connection of saliva between you breaking. You’re left baffled by the action.

“I’m sorry,” Eddie says, nervously. “I got carried away.”

You seethe. You wanted to throw a tantrum, to curse him into next week, to break things. Instead, you let your true nature surface.

“Frankly, I just think you’re much too much of a pussy to do anything, anyways.” You say, crossing your arms and turning away from him.

You can tell you’d surprised him the language you used. You sounded pretty mean, too. Something he wasn’t used to with you.

“Come again?” He asks, confused yet still just as surprised.

“Nevermind,” You scoff, rolling your eyes. “I’m wanna go home. Take me home.”

You grab your purse, hurriedly standing up from your seat. “He’ll think again for wasting my time?” You thought to yourself.

Just as you grab the door open, Eddie slams a hand on the frame, closing it shut again. You yank at the knob then turn to face him again.

“Let me go.” You demand.

“I don’t think you heard me, princess,” His voice a dark tone, you weren’t familiar with. You were both turned on and frightened. “I want you to say it to me again.”

“Why should I? It’s not like you’ll do anything about it. I hear the things they’ve said about you around school. Rumors are just rumors I guess because you’re vanilla as. fuck.” You punctuated by pulling yourself up from the door frame to look defiantly in his eyes.

His pupils dart side to side, scanning your face. A stoic frown slowly creeping into a large smile then into a wicked laugh. “Where the fuck is this coming from?”

Your nose scrunches up in the kind of anger that takes up every muscle in face to form an expression. He places a finger under your chin, tilting your head up some more.

“My good girl still there?” He asks with a mocking smile.

“Take. Me. Home.” But that was the furthest thing you wanted him to do. You wanted to provoke him further. You were almost there.

“Why should I…” He trails the finger down your neck. “…when you were so eager to stay?”

“What exactly will you do with me then? Because you sure as hell wouldn’t touch me. You’d probably just stare at me. I’m no different than a piece of furniture to you except at least they’ve gotten more action.”

“So I’m the bad guy for wanting to take things slow with you? Because I wanted to spare you from that side of me? Do you have any idea how much I’ve restrained myself from taking you in all the ways I’ve imagined?”

“I never asked you to do that. You may think of me as some second coming of Virgin Mary but I’ll have you know I have plenty of experience. I thought having you as my boyfriend would teach me some new things. Guess it’s actually me that has to do the teaching.”

Eddie finds you awfully amusing like this. He can’t help it but to laugh, shaking his head at you. “I wonder what your friends would think if they heard you speaking this way. Oh, I’d pay to see the reaction of father dearest hearing his daughter begging to be fucked.”

“I don’t care what they think.”

“I think you do,” He sighs, slipping the belt around the loops of his jeans in one fluid motion. “If you want me to let out my true desires for you…I will. But don’t say I didn’t warn you. Strip.”

“I don’t want to.” You were really playing into the role. It was almost natural to you.

“I don’t give a fuck what you want,” He growls. “Strip. Now.”

You felt a shiver go down your spine. You knew he wouldn’t hurt you in any way you wouldn’t like, but the bass in his voice was enough to make you obey.

With your eyes never once leaving his face, chest rising and falling, you strip off your clothing slowly. He makes it his mission to follow where ever your hands would go, licking his lips as if a predator to its prey.

When you got to your panties, Eddie reaches for your hand, stopping your actions. He slides your hand between your legs, guiding you to move them to the side. With his hands over yours, he guides two fingers inside you. You gasp. He’s using your hand as if a puppet, pumping your fingers into you until he carefully retreats them and raises them in the air to study.

Just as he thought: you were glistening wet.

“We haven’t even begun yet, princess. You really that wet, already?” He asks, voice strained with lust.

Your attempts to protest falls on deaf ears, when he takes your fingers and slips them into his mouth, swirling his tongue expertly around then suckles on them.

“Mmm.” He moans, eyes closed to savor your taste.

The vibrations went straight to your core causing you to flood your panties some more. You shudder which brings his attention back to you.

He smiles, letting go of your hand. “You’re so pathetic. You gonna cum, baby?”

“Fuck you.” You bite.

“Thanks for offering. But I don’t think you deserve it tonight, let alone letting you cum.”

“Then, why the fuck am I here?”

“Turn around and I’ll tell you.” Eddie says, doing a “spinny” move with his finger.

“I’m not sure I trust turning my back on you.”

“Smart girl,” He comments. “But you’re in my territory now. You do as I say. That means no more back talk unless you want to be left on the brink of an unreachable orgasm for a week.”

He wasn’t kidding either. You’ve heard the legends of girls who’ve been punished this way by him. To this day, they aren’t the same.

“Fine.” You grumble, facing your back to him.

You waited a moment for him to do something, the anticipation killing you. His hands clasp your shoulders finally and it makes you jump. You talked a big game only to be this jittery around him. You mentally cursed yourself.

His large hands slide down your arm until he’s reached your wrists, bringing them behind you. With the belt in hand, he ties it around your wrists, tight enough for you to struggle all you want but loosening was not an option.

Eddie’s lips brush your ear. “Get on your knees.”

You lower yourself, clumsily. He walks around you so that he’s looking down at your eyes again. “I’ll be right back with some gifts. Don’t go anywhere, okay.” He smiles, mockingly then jogs to his room.

Not long after he returns with a prettily wrapped pink box, sets it down in front of you. “Open your gift.”

“How am I supposed to do that?” You say, turning your body a little to remind him of your tied hands.

“With that mouth of yours, silly,” He crouches down beside you. “Tear it with your teeth.”

Of course, you listen. You didn’t even think humiliation would be something you’re into but here you were throbbing with need. Leaning over the box, you hover your mouth over it, sinking your teeth in and ripping at the paper.

He looks you up and down, every now and then a sadistic smile plasters on his face. “That’s the good girl I know,” He pets your head. “You listen well when you wish to be filled.”

Once you’d gotten most of the wrapping out the way, he takes over. Removing the lid from the box, you spot some strange items that forces you to look visibly lost before him.

“What’s wrong? Not familiar? No worries I knew the guys you messed with wouldn’t no anything about this. I’ll show you all that I know since you’re so desperate for it,” He holds up a ball gag. “These are all items I’ve purchased for my collection of all the things I’d use on you. I was gonna save it for our 6 month’s anniversary but you had to be greedy. This…is a gag. Exactly what you need to shut the fuck up.”

“You couldn’t pay me to wear it.”

“Good thing, I’m not paying you,” He retorts, then hold up a bigger item. It was in all black, a remote control beside it. Now that’s caught your attention. “This is a vibrator saddle. You straddle it and ride off to the sunset except that won’t happen until I say you can. It even comes with an additional gift you can add onto it.”

He holds up an attachable dildo in hand. “You can ride this while the vibrating pad work it’s attention on your clit.”

“You’re going to use that on me?”

“Yep, everything in here,” He says, proudly. “Now what was that thing you said about being like furniture? That was gold, baby. I think it was so good, in fact, I might actually take you up on it. You’re gonna be my footrest while I watch the rest of this movie.”

“What?! But what happened to the sex stuff and using those things on me.”

“That’s the fun part. That’ll be happening at the same time,” Eddie arranges the sex items a certain way the tall saddle machine at the foot of the couch. He is tries to put the gag over your mouth. You turn your head to one side. He exhales deeply before gripping your hair to keep your head in place then shoving the ball in your mouth. Tying the gag in place, he places a kiss on your lips. “You’re looking good already, princess. Come on, let’s get you to your place.”

He sits on the couch waiting for you to shift towards him, you don’t move. No way are you giving up your role in this so soon. You slide your arms from under you then over with them now tied in the front. You attempt to yank the gag off your mouth.

He rolls his eyes. “You really want me angry.”

Oh, yes please!

“Alright, you’re asking for it,” He lifts off the couch, clutching the strip of belt between your cuffed wrists and drags up towards the machine. When he has your legs on either side of the machine, he pulls your lacy panties to the side again and lowers you onto the thick rubber of the dildo which he preparedly lubed up for you.

You were so tight, that only the tip had sunk in. You groan, eyes rolling back.

“Aw, baby, don’t be shy to take it all. If you’re having this much trouble on this, I could only imagine how you’d react on my cock.”

He pushes you down on your shoulders, feeding you more of its inches. “There ya go,” Eddie praises. “You’re taking it so well.”

You whined against the gag, begging for something your weren’t sure you needed.

“Sorry can’t hear you. Besides, furniture shouldn’t speak,” He lays you flat on your stomach, your elbows and hands resting on the carpeted floor. “If you want this to stop at anytime. Tap your hands on the floor 3 times and that’ll be the end. For now I’m gonna finish the movie. No talking and stay still unless it’s an emergency.”

He soothes your hair once more planting a kiss on your forehead before taking his seat. Then you felt the weight of his feet on you. You didn’t think it so bad.

Until…the vibrations began. The buzzing shot straight to your core, jolting you by surprise. You moan.

Eddie looks down at you. “You remember my rules, don’t you?”

You nod at him, fixing yourself in place and making the dildo hit deeper within you. Eddie was distracted, to say the least. He was only pretending to watch the movie, too, more enamored in the way your tight little pussy swallowed the object.

He raises the level of vibration causing you to whimper around the gag back to back, rocking back and forth on the rubber length. He entertains you for a bit pressing his boot down on your bottom so you’d feel the vibrations harder. You cry out, grinding harder.

“You make a terrible footrest, princess,” He says, guiding the motions of your hips with his foot. “I bet you’re ready to apologize for your bratty behavior tonight. Ready to apologize so you can cum now?”

He turns of the machine, then lowers the gag from your sweaty face. You mascara was now running, you weren’t aware of your tears flowing.

“What do you say? Wanna apologize?”

You pant. “Is that all you got?”

The utter astonishment on his face was enough to boost your confidence for the next couple years ahead.

“I am really going to enjoy ruining you.” He slides the gag back into your mouth. Only this time, he doesn’t sit back in his seat. Eddie cranks up the machine to another level watching you shift and sob. Your hips involuntarily circled and you worried that if you continued you’d come soon and a greater punishment would be in store.

He just stares intensely at you. You, back at him with your hair falling over his face. When you glanced down for a moment, you see that he was hard than a rock. He’s straining in his jeans practically tearing through them. He catches your glance and you shoot him a knowingly teasing look.

The house phone rings interrupting your stares. You expected him to stop the machine but he only cranks it even higher.

“Oh my god, does it end?” You thought, rolling your eyes back at the sensation.

“You be quiet now, ‘kay. It’ll be very rude if you make distracting noises while I’m on the phone,” He answers the call and your heart beat sped at exactly who was on the phone. “Hello, Mr, Y/L/N. Good to hear from you, too, sir.”

You try stifling your cries as he continues to carry on a formal conversation with your father while you’re seconds from release. Eddie crouches to you again the phone close enough in case you let out even the slightest whimper, your father would for sure hear.

“Oh, Y/n? She’s doing juuust fine,” Eddie smiles. “Sure you can talk to her.”

Your eyes widened, shaking your head at him in a panic. He holds the phone away, whispering in your ear. “Do it and I’ll have mercy on you.”

That was good enough for you. You needed to cum bad or you might just explode. He lowers the gag to your face holding the phone to you. You mustered up all the energy you can to play up your ‘good girl’ persona.

“Uh-huh,” You strained. “Yes, I’ll be home at 10 on the dot. Love you, Daddyy.” You hoped he didn’t catch you nearly moan the last part. All thanks to Eddie cranking the vibrations at the highest level.

After hanging up the call, before you could moan out, Eddie slams his lips onto yours. He’s allowing himself to indulge in you, sitting you upright as he leans into you.

He breaks the kiss, turning you by your waist so that your body’s facing the couch. He sits on the edge of the couch in front of you, removing the belt from your wrists and loops it around your neck instead like a leash. Unbuttoning his jeans and pulling a massively impressive cock from his boxers, he gets to work and jerks himself at the sight of you with one hand while the other hand held the makeshift leash.

“Go on and ride it, princess. I know you’ve been wanting to cum so bad.” He groans.

You wait not a second longer, pushing your panties to the side far enough for him to see the dildo engulfed by your plump lips and suctioning walls.

“Oh, fuck, yess.” You cry out.

Each time you’d sink down, Eddie would prematurely pull you up again by the leash. You whine.

“Thank me for being merciful.” He commands.

“Thank you for your mercy, Master.” You sob, bouncing harder and faster and rubbing frantically.

“This what you’ve been looking for, princess. To be treated like my little plaything.”

“Yes, sir. Thank you, sir. Want you to cum with me. Please.”

He tugs at the leash, bringing you forward only a quarter of the length inside you now. “Suck me off. I’ll be cumming down that little throat yours.”

You eagerly take him in your hands, he looked even larger from this angle. Suckling the head and tasting his essence was enough to make you addicted. You bobbed your mouth over his curved member, taking him deeper and deeper. It just wasn’t enough for Eddie. So with a little help from him, he began to use your mouth for his own pleasure, grunting with every thrust.

Each push and pull of your head forcing you to slam back against the dildo and with a couple more circles of your clit, the tension that wound so tight around had finally snapped. You release with a loud cry, wetting whatever’s in your path beneath you.

“Shit, baby. You’re so fuckin…sexy.” He punctuates with a couple strokes into the back of your throat.

This turn Eddie on enough for him to follow after you, shooting his warm liquid down your throat and forcing it down for you to take it all. You wouldn’t allow not a drop to be wasted. Bobbing back and forth to match the rhythm of your hips until you were both passed the point of sensitivity.

He pulls you off him, lowering himself for another kiss and tasting his salty essence on your tongue. You were left panting and fucked out by the end of the session. Eddie lifts you in his arms and carries you to his room.

He comes back to you with a warm towel, removing your sopping panties to careful clean you. He’ll be keeping those for his own enjoyment in the days you aren’t here. He helps you into some of his clothes for the night. You snuggle into his bed, wrapping his comforter around you.

“You okay, baby?”

“Mmhm.” Was all you could manage to say through half-lidded eyes.

“I’m gonna clean up that mess you made out there, He chuckles. “Maybe then I could take you home?”

“No, wanna stay here.” You mumble.

“Your dad’s not gonna like that.”

But you were already sound asleep, nuzzling next to his side. He laughs, placing a kiss on your forehead.

Maybe he was corrupting you after all. But Eddie does have your disobedience to thank. After all it was just the push he needed to creatively express the new ways for which he plans to ruin you.

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c6h5cooh · 8 months

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red salvias | vampire x knight!reader

(yandere?vampire x gn!knight!reader)

red salvia: A vibrant red flower, member of the mint family which symbolizes deep love, sacrifice and transformation. forever mine.

✎ summary: you finally manage to pass through all the different spell barriers and seals placed on the ruins of a castle and find yourself with quite a peculiar prisoner.

✎ tw: pet names, apart from that it’s pretty sfw.

_(:3 」∠)_

With one last swipe of your Saint sword, the talisman placed centuries ago on the wooden door in front of you, was cut cleanly in half.

A sigh escaped your lips, the blade sliding into it’s sheathe, and your gloved hands grabbed ahold of the rusted doorknob.

You weren’t here because you wanted, no, far from it, yet they had assigned you to a rescue mission. A useless one from the looks of it, because the person trapped there had been imprisoned for more than two hundred years. So the least you could do there is pick up some belongings and check the area.

Getting rid of the spells weren’t much work either, seeing how they were basically withering to dust, an easy task.

However, a fully living, breathing human being isn’t what you expected to see when you opened the door.

How strange.

Maybe he had entered the room beforehand? No, that couldn’t possibly be it, there were seals preventing such a thing.

He stood in the middle of a circular room. Instead of walls, it had shelves full of books of every kind, a window being the only source of illumination, apart from the many wax candles littering the floors.

Crimson eyes finally noticed your body of armor and even lit up at the sight of you, dropping the book he was reading on the floor.

“You finally came, I’ve been waiting for you.” Black locks of hair swayed behind him as he walked to you, scanning your figure with curiosity.

“..?” You were confused; why?

“Oh, my apologies, I’ve just been here for so long. You see, I was trapped here forcibly, even though I’ve never hurt a soul…” The vampire slyly dawned upon you, looking at you with the most innocent eyes.

Won’t you believe him?

“How much of a fool do you think I am? You’re a vampire.” You scrunched up your nose, and your hand reached for your sword. Rescue mission? What a disgusting lie you were tricked into believing.

His hand did not let you get out your weapon, instead forcing it to stay still in his grasp. He felt much stronger than you, even though you were taller than him.

“Well, my features do scream out ‘bloodsucker’, so I suppose you are right. But I haven’t introduced myself, how do you know if I’m really dangerous, dear? I haven’t done anything to you yet.” His smile revealed pearly sharp fangs, there was no denying he wasn’t human.

“You can call me Amias, darling~”

“Remove your hand from my arm-” Amias interrupted your order, instead giving you one of his own.

“Sit down.” His face looks cold for a split second before he smiles cheerfully once again. But for some reason, your body did obey what he said, and you were pushed into a leather chair. “Good, very good! How your body reacted means it’s already working.”

You frowned, “what are you doing?”

“Hasn’t anyone told you never to look into a vampire’s eyes? One must wonder why~” Amias chuckled, forcing you by the chin to stare into the swirling pool of crimson red in his eyes. It finally dawned why he could command you so easily.

Before trying to stand up, he had already push you down and sat on your lap.

“I won’t hurt you, pet, I just need to gain back my strength. I give you my eternal gratitude for rescuing me, I really don’t know how much more I’d last if you hadn’t come.” His nails touched the skin on your cheeks, caressing it almost with care.

You could feel yourself losing control of your thoughts the more you slipped into his grasp.

“That’s right… let your new master guide you, my beautiful knight.”

He sank his fangs into your neck, fingers interlacing with your hair, and fed off of you. Once finished, he wiped the blood off the corners of his tinted lips.

“Forever mine~”

~ a/n: so…. part two? only if you want to. I hope you enjoyed it! I feel like it’s a bit rusty because I’ve not written in so long. It also feels far too short for my liking (rather I was rushing because I was working while writing this), but we’ve finally got it out. until then, dears.

#yandere x reader #yandere x gn reader #x gender neutral reader #yandere #gn reader #x reader #☆ben writes #vampire #vampire x reader #vampire x human

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venus-haze · 1 year

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Rebel Yell (Severen x Reader)

Summary: The clan splits up for the night, and Severen gets in an easy, early kill before booking it back to the motel room. Small towns look the same after a while, and this one is nothing short of dead, even without a group of ruthless vampires stalking the streets for prey. It isn’t until you show up at the motel room door, pretty, helpless, and soaking wet from the rain, desperate for a place to stay, that the night finally gets interesting.

Note: Female reader, but no other descriptors are used. Near Dark has really vague rules when it comes to vampires, so I took some (gross) creative liberties on how sex would work. Do not interact if you’re under 18 or post thinspo/ED content.

Word count: 3.2k

Warning: Violence, technically major character death. Sexually explicit content that involves extremely dubious consent and bloodplay (a lot of it. He’s a vampire). Do not interact if you’re under 18.

Severen slumped into the lone armchair in the motel room, its tropical theme sorely out of place in the middle of Oklahoma. Hundreds of miles of fields and nothing worth looking at. He preferred the desert, brutal and hostile at night yet equally so in the daytime. He envied that type of power. Wanted to be the devil that appeared to saints in their isolation. Lead them into temptation and shed their blood. Despite having eternity, his own hours of operation were woefully limited.

The clock on the wall opposite him read 11:39. Fuck. The night had barely started, and he’d already fed. Jesse had warned them to only take one person each. It was a small town. Not long before the residents notice half a dozen people dead or missing. As Severen found after feeding on the first easy target he came across, there wasn’t shit else to do. Plenty of time to kill before the others got back. Dejectedly, he looked at the stack of girly magazines Mae swiped from a truck stop a few hundred miles back, somewhere in Alabama–or maybe it was Arkansas. He never paid much attention to that kind of thing. Cosmopolitan’s cover screamed ‘STEP UP THE SPICE! 5 WAYS TO KEEP YOUR MAN ON HIS TOES AND IN BETWEEN YOUR SHEETS.’ He sucked on his teeth as he grabbed the magazine.

Page 37. Ladies, have you ever felt like—blah, blah, blah—number one, wear lingerie. No shit. Number two, initiate sex instead of leaving it up to him. He frowned. People couldn’t be so stupid they needed common sense stuff spelled out for them.

Unfortunately, he’d left his preferred reading material behind in a motel room a few states ago. It was a lucky find in the first place. Small towns typically didn’t carry that type of thing, even at rest stops. He liked the hardcore stuff that was still kinda amateur. Photos that looked like they were taken in someone’s actual basement instead of on a set.

He threw Cosmopolitan to the side in a huff. The magazine slid to the edge of the table. He looked at the covers of the other ones. Nothing that piqued his interest.

He stared at the ceiling, brown patches from water stains over the years. A spot near the opposite side of the room dripped water every few seconds. Thunder rumbled. Lightning crashed. Oh yeah, it was raining. Not many people were out that night because of it. He should’ve waited. Broken into someone’s home and had some real fun. He was always impulsive, especially when he was bored and restless. Jesse called him stir-crazy. He certainly felt that way, his knee bouncing from his pent-up energy.

Muffled below the claps of thunder, there was a steady knock at the door—rapid, desperate. Severen grinned. Maybe the night wouldn’t be a bust after all.

He stood up, wasting no time in making his way over to the door. A voice on the other side was nearly drowned out by the thunder and knocking.

“Hello? Is anyone awake?”

He wasn’t sure what he expected when he opened the door. Definitely not you, drenched and shivering. Probably had no idea your top had become see-through from the rain. You were pretty, but damn, you looked pitiful. It took everything in him not to pounce. He had to play it smart, drag things out so as to not find himself in the same predicament as less than a minute prior.

“I’m sorry to bother you, but I haven’t seen anyone in the front office, and this was the only room with the lights on this late—“

“Come on in, darlin’,” he said, moving to the side to allow you entry.

“Thanks a lot. I’ll check the office again in a few minutes.”

He didn’t respond, tongue darting out from between his lips. Your natural scent mixed with the fresh rain water nearly had him drooling. The view of your bra through your wet shirt didn’t help any.

“Got a towel?” you asked, folding your arms around yourself in an attempt to stay warm.

“Sure, you make yourself comfortable.”

He motioned to the seat he’d just been moping in before disappearing into the bathroom. Gave himself a once-over in the mirror as he grabbed a towel. Ran a hand through his messy hair. Good enough considering you looked like someone pushed you into a swimming pool.

“Severen,” he said when he handed you the towel. “Christ, you’re soaked.”

You smiled, answering with your own name. As if he’d remember it. As if you’d survive the night to ever tell anyone else. It didn’t matter. You felt comfortable around him. He sure hit the jackpot with you coming along. The universe threw him a bone for once. Stupid, soaked, and way too trusting of strangers in the night.

He grabbed one of the chairs next to the small table in the room and pulled it over. The towel was already damp from you trying to wring out your clothes with it. You were so absorbed in drying off that you didn’t notice how close he was sitting. He couldn’t help himself.

“You’re real brave, knockin’ on a stranger’s door in the middle ‘a the night. For all you know, I could be some psycho killer.”

You giggled nervously, wrapping the towel around your shoulders. “Guess I’ll find out.”

“Hey, I’m just messin’,” he said. “Where ya headed to?”

“Arizona. I’m gonna go to the Painted Desert.”

Gonna. You’re not gonna do shit. “Why? Does it need a fresh coat?”

You laughed, conversation flowing easily for the next few minutes. He noticed how you relaxed in the chair the longer the two of you spoke. Good. He wanted you to feel comfortable. Trust him. Not expect a goddamn thing.

“I should check the front office again. I’ll be right back.”

“What’s the rush? I mean–”

“Oh my god,” you groaned, looking at the seat. A giant wet spot had soaked into the fabric from your clothes. “Shit, Severen. I’m sorry.”

He waved you off. “Throw another towel over it.”

You rushed into the bathroom. He tilted his chair back just enough to get a look at you. Wet clothes still clung to your body. You bent over as you smoothed out the fresh towel over the armchair. The waistband of your panties peaked out from your jeans.

“Wish me luck,” you said as you headed out.

He smiled in return, which fell as soon as you turned your back. The door shut. Shit. Why did he let you leave? More than that, how did he get so distracted staring at you that you were able to get one over on him? He almost considered going out there to follow you. He shook his head at himself. No need. You were nice. You wouldn’t check-in and not tell him, forget to thank him for taking you in for a few minutes.

Even if you did get your own room, all wouldn’t be lost. He could insist on helping you bring your bags over and then pounce. Probably work out better than making a mess in a room he had to share with everyone else. Either way, he had you.

He settled back into the chair, arms folded behind his head as he waited for your inevitable return. A grin spread across his face when there was a knock at the door a few minutes later.

“Hey Severen, it’s me!” you called from outside.

“It’s open!” he shouted. “Any luck?”

“Still nothing,” you sighed, closing the door behind you. “I might see if there’s another place up the road—“

“Darlin’, there ain’t shit for miles,” he said. “What’re you gonna do, sleep in your car?”

The sincerity in your smile should’ve made him feel bad. Instead, he felt restless. You were back to swimming cageless with the sharks. One drop of blood and it was all over. He wasn’t letting this go to waste.

You sat back down in the soggy armchair, rubbing your hands over your arms. He noticed you starting to shake a bit, teeth chattering.

“Cold?” he asked. “I can turn the heat up, but it’ll cost ya.”

You laughed. The carefree sound filled the room for the very last time. You had no idea.

“What? You think I’m just gonna let you stay here outta the kindness of my heart?”

“Oh, right! I got money,” you said, beginning to rifle through your purse. “At least $30 in here, but I need some of that for—“

“Ain’t interested in your money, sweetcheeks.”

“I’ll leave, then.”

“Didn’t say that.”

“I’m not a whore,” you spat.

Finally. You had some fight in you after all.

“Didn’t say that either.”

“Then what do you want?”

He sauntered over to you, leaning over the chair. You were trapped. His head tilted down, and he pulled at your scalp to expose your neck. It felt like he was running a razor blade down the vulnerable skin of your throat.

At first, you didn’t realize what he had done until he lifted his head. Crimson smeared across his face. His grinning mouth dripped blood. A crack of lightning and the room went dark. Shadows obscured his face. He looked like the devil. The lights came back on after a few moments. Too late. He captured your lips in a kiss that made your stomach churn.

The taste of copper filled your mouth, harsh and metallic on your tongue. You nearly choked on your own blood, straight from the mouth of this lunatic whose motel room you’d foolishly taken refuge in. This time, you felt the sting on your bottom lip. How was it possible for his teeth to be so sharp?

You pushed against him, your palms flat on his chest. “Get the fuck off of me!”

He didn’t budge. Threw his head back in a fit of maniacal laughter. No way he wasn’t the devil. He tore apart your shirt with ease. The cool air in the room making contact with your bare, wet skin sent a jolt through you.

His hands gripped your shoulders. “Easy darlin’, I haven’t even gotten to the good part yet.”

You blinked, and he pulled you up to your feet. You should have just slept in your car. Kept driving to the next motel, the next city, the next state. Instead, you stopped there and knocked on the lunatic’s door.

He grabbed a towel and dragged you over to the bed. You watched as he threw the towel to the side. He’d only keep it around if he thought he needed it to clean up something. Blood.

In your moment of distraction, he pushed you back onto the bed. Severen’s eyes raked over your body, briefly observing, considering. With one hand, he pushed down your bra. Your tits exposed to him, at the mercy of his rough grasp. He squeezed and pinched until your nipples were perky and sensitive. Brushed his thumbs over each of them. You let out the slightest whimper at the sensation.

“Severen,” you implored. “You don’t have to do this.”

“No, but I really want to.”

He lowered his head. A flash of pain took over your senses. With teary eyes you looked down and saw blood all over your chest. His mouth was practically glued to your tits. They were bleeding. He was nursing on your bleeding tits.

You shrieked in terror. That only seemed to egg him on. His hands flew to your jeans, peeling the wet denim off of your body. The growl that rumbled from deep in his chest didn’t sound human. He sure as hell didn’t feel human as he began rutting his own denim-clad crotch against your panties. They were wet from the rain. That’s what you kept repeating to yourself. You weren’t turned on by this situation, even subconsciously. It was disgusting. Foul. It had rained. That was all.

Then the rough fabric brushed your clit just right, and you let out a strangled moan. He was still fully clothed. No sign of letting up on your tits. No attempts to get his own pants off and fuck you instead of the animalistic over the clothes humping. You supposed you should be grateful for that much. There was only one way a situation like this could end. You were going to die.

Maybe it was the shock finally settling into your body, but the way he was manhandling you started feeling good. You lifted your hips to give yourself more of the friction from his bulge. His fingers dug into your hips. You wouldn’t be surprised to find more blood. That’s all he was preoccupied with, like he wanted to drain you of it.

His mouth finally left your tits. Another target had been identified. He brushed his nose against your racing pulse on the side of your neck, licking a stripe over it before breaking skin with ease. Your brain felt fuzzy. But you were so close. Didn’t you at least deserve one last moment of pleasure before your impending doom?

You breathed his name as he lapped up the blood that flowed freely from your neck. It took all of your strength, but you lifted your leg, hooking it around his waist and pressing his body closer to yours. He growled against your skin. Low. Primal. Wet. Everything was so fucking wet.

Not quite there, but achingly close that you could practically reach out and touch your release with your fingertips. You tried pressing him closer, getting some kind of leverage so you could just cum already.

You spoke through gritted teeth. “Harder.”

His teeth sunk deeper in your neck. It started to hurt again. Everything hurt until it didn’t anymore. The howl you let out burned your throat and rattled your bones. The pleasure filled your body, your pussy clenching around nothing at all, mutilated chest heaving as your strained cardiac system attempted to keep up with you with far less blood than it was used to. Then, all of a sudden, your mind went to mush.

Looking down between you, there was so much blood. Blood everywhere. Some of it was lower than you expected. That part of your body hadn’t been his focus. You weren't on your period. There was no reason for that much blood to be between your legs, on your thighs. The front of his jeans practically drenched in it.

“Why is there blood?” you asked hazily. “Down there. Wh-What did you do?”

He clamped a hand over your mouth. “Nothin’ you need to worry ‘bout. Fuck, ‘m close.”

You didn’t have the energy to do anything besides lay there. Take whatever he decided to give you as he chased his own release. Then, after that, into the abyss.

Suddenly, the door swung open, and you let out a confused whine at the two voices you heard. Severen growled against your skin.

“What do y’all want!” he shouted. “I’m in the middle of somethin'!”

Your head lulled over to the side. A teenage girl and a young boy stood by the door, the latter slamming it shut.

The girl had a wild look in her eyes as she pushed the boy behind her despite his protests. She didn’t pity you. Wasn’t nervous either. Almost looked like she was holding herself back. A dog having the slightest bit of self-control while a steak is waved in its face. Of course a freak like Severen would keep similar company.

“Jesse and Diamond are gonna be back real soon,” the girl said, her gaze focused on you. “She shouldn’t be here.”

“Well shit, Mae. I was just finishing up before y’all barged in,” Severen snapped. “Just wait outside a few minutes.”

“It’s our room too!” the boy protested from behind Mae.

You groaned, feeling a sharp pain wrack through your body. Your stomach felt like it was turning inside out on itself. They didn’t care. Severen got up to argue more with Mae and the boy. Threw a towel over your writhing figure as if that’d make you disappear. Out of sight, out of mind.

Aching, burning, that was all you could feel. Every minute movement was fire. Blood loss, probably. You didn’t know how much you had lost in the first place. Severen ingested most of it. Not enough to pool around your body, give you an idea of how many pints down you were. The arguing voices jumbled together into a cacophony of varying annoyed tones that suddenly silenced when the door opened.

“Are you out of your mind?” a woman snapped. Not Mae. Someone else.

“I’ll dump her somewhere, Jesus,” Severen said.

A gruff, older man’s voice cut through the argument that had started up again. “She dead?”

“I was gettin’ around to it.”

Footsteps approached. The towel was pulled from over your face. You threw your arm over your eyes to shield them from the motel room lights. More like spotlights, their sudden intensity burning your eyes. You could almost hear them too. The constant buzzing made your head throb. You groaned.

“Fuck,” the older man grumbled. “She turned. How the hell did you let that happen?”

“‘Cause he wasn’t thinkin’ with the right head,” the boy said.

“Brat,” Severen hissed. “C’mon Jesse, first time in a hundred years I fucked up. Gimme a break.”

Did he just say a hundred years? You pushed yourself to sit up, holding the towel in place over your exposed, bloody breasts. The headache took a backseat to how awful your stomach felt, like you hadn’t eaten a thing in weeks.

“You know she has to come with us now? Learn to feed, to survive. That’s gonna be on you,” Jesse said, his steely gaze on Severen. “‘Less anyone has a better idea.”

The boy piped up. “Leave her outside somewhere and let the sun take care of it.”

The woman rolled her eyes, a slight smile on her face. “Let the grown-ups talk. I’m with Jesse.”

“Me too. I think we should give her a shot. Only fair,” Mae said.

Majority ruled. You were staying with whoever the fuck those people were. So much for seeing the Painted Desert.

“‘Nother mouth to feed,” the boy muttered.

Severen squeezed you against his side. “Shut your trap, Homer.”

Suddenly he gave a shit, as if he wasn’t planning to kill you if the other maniacs in the room hadn’t barged in. You were so furious that the room spun. Everyone’s eyes looked owlish as they watched you fall backward onto the bed, your hands clamped over your stomach.

Jesse was shouting something. You didn’t know what. Your body screamed with unprecedented hunger over his frantic instructions. Your view of the ceiling was replaced by Severen’s bloody face. He bit into his own wrist. The copper scent hit your nose like a freight train. You grabbed his arm, bringing the open wound to your mouth without a second thought.

Severen watched with morbid curiosity as you fed from him. He’d never turned anyone before. Didn’t have any plans to. He supposed it was bound to happen this way, some freak accident. At least if it was anyone, it was you. Liked him well enough before. He was sure he could get you to come around to him again. Even if you didn’t, you looked even prettier covered in blood than drenched in water.

He wrenched his wrist from your grasp. You sat up, hungry gaze following his arm. He looked from it to you.

“Damn darlin’,” Severen said, a grin spreading across his face. “You’re a natural.”

“A natural what?” you asked, looking at the group of strange people crowded around you.

Their eyes shifted among each other before Jesse gave you a knowing smile. “You’ll find out soon enough.”

#severen x reader #near dark 1987 #severen #slasher x reader #slasher fandom #slasher community #near dark

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lackadaisy-headcanon-supply-unit · 1 year

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I adore reading the Headcanons y’all have made so far- if it wouldn’t be too much trouble could I request Nico x Male!University Student Reader?

OK, so I didn't read the ask right the first time and accidentally brewed up a few drops of a oneshot before I realized the order was for a crate of headcanons, so please enjoy this strange new hybrid of drink.

Y/N only came to St Louis for the university… and because his brother had told their mother that it was the safest place to be.

Safe, my ass.

There seem to be criminal activities everywhere he looked, from stolen apples to stolen cars, schoolyard fights to drive by shootings.

No wonder Y/N preferred to stay inside most of the time.

It wasn't too hard to pick out the culprit's either despite adamant police assurance that they had no leads in any of their cases. They were the ones, usually scarred, who willingly chose to linger suspiciously on dangerous street corners, aloof in stance but vigilant in piercing stares.

One of them in particular crossed his eyes often; a white and dove grey tom with a rolling musculature who lingered around the streets. Sometimes he'd be accompanied by someone French whispers between them identified as his sister. Student gossip claimed he was an infamous hijacker from one of the local speakeasies.

It only made the glances and grins he give Y/N that much more sickening to see. As long as he stayed away from the criminal societies of Saint Louis, he'd be fine.

…right…?

"Tutor me."

Y/N had made the grave mistake of sitting too close to the university gates. The smirk of a white faced feline pressed between the bars lining the walls.

"I… what?"

"I can pay. A lot."

"For what?"

"I told you, tutoring. You seem smart enough for the job, and brave. Ain't too many geniuses here who'd even talk to me for this long."

It was only then Y/N realized all his friends had left his side. Cowards. He couldn't blame them, though: he was close to running off himself. The revolver-shaped bulge in the tomcat's pocket made him swallow hard.

"Never was a book kid, never finished school properly either. Serafine said maybe I should take advantage of my stakeouts 'ere to pick up a little. Could be useful. I said I can pay. Deal?"

Y/N was honestly too frightened to say no.

The first week had Y/N panicking and trying to get into a routine.

Nico—or Mr Savoy, as Y/N's terror insisted on calling him—came along every other day, at the same time in the same place. With the barred wall between them, one taught and the other learned.

They went through everything from basic math to spelling, and even a touch of history and literature here and there. It was all a far cry from the master courses Y/N was at the university for in the first place.

Mr Savoy held his end of the bargain; a steady flow of money kept rolling into Y/N's account—god knows how Nico found it in the first place. It was a well paying gig, and for a couple of hours or so a week, it was a good one.

Y/N was never allowed to question his student about anything. He didn't ask where the staggering amount of cash came from, nor what happened when Nico would turn up battere, bruised, and still even bleeding from untended cuts. Y/N had learned the hard way when a worried hand tried to touch one on the back of his hand, and that same hand suddenly flew towards him with a growl. Thank god the metal bars were there.

Nico was smart, although not necessarily in the way Y/N expected. As he had said, Nico wasn't one to bury his head in books. His logic and intelligence was rather rooted in streetsmart instincts and on unbridled confidence, an assurance so sure of himself with every wrong answer that even Y/N had to double check his own lessons and notes. His panic must have showed far more than he had intended it to.

Nico would watch him scramble for his papers with a smirk. "Am I wrong, though?"

"That's not the kind of division I was talking about, Mr Savoy—"

"What will it take you to call me Nico, eh? Anyway, am I still wrong?"

"Technically, it could but—"

"There we go."

"—not in this case. This is mathematical division not literal…body…division, if you know what I mean."

He wondered if Nico was actually listening at all, with his sleazy face propped up on his sleazy paw and the cocky lash of his sharp tongue whipping behind his eyes and with every flick of his tail.

"You're very cute when you're like that, cher," he remarked idly.

Y/N choked on his words.

Nico laughed.

Nico left the lesson full of cheer.

Y/N left it still strangled and red in the face

That was not the first nor the last time Nico pulled similar tricks. Once he seemed to realize Y/N was vastly inexperienced with romance and blushed easily, he flustered him every time he could.

Compliments, fleeting touches, even a teasing kiss on the cheek as a goodbye from time to time.

And Y/N could still not let anything out but stammered nonsense.

He was a disruptive pupil, but not in an endearing and innocent, childish way.

Much more in a… seductive fashion.

Y/N had promised himself (and his whole family) that he wouldn't fall in with the wrong crowd, but Nico…

Oooh, that darn criminal...

He was something else entirely, and Y/N had a feeling he wasn't going to break the chains for a long time yet.

#🦉mod iphiko #lackadaisy #headcanon home brew #headcanon #lackadaisy reader insert #nicodeme savoy #lackadaisy nico #nicodeme lackadaisy #lackadaisy x reader

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snorky · 3 months

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O Beautiful Saint, O Lovely Saint

Hey y’all! I hope you all are doing well, and happy Friday. I wrote another Ukko-Pekka Luukkonen story, and yes, sweet, but not too long, and not too short. Something along the ramblings of springtime that comes with both sun and rain, along with some fluff. I hope you all enjoy this fic, and remember to take care of yourself!

Pairing: Ukko-Pekka Luukkonen x F!Reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: None :)

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The bookstore was a safe haven for her, a safe haven filled with the scent of books, filled with subtle music, filled with an indescribable coziness that she couldn’t find anywhere else.

Rain tapped softly on the windows, a gentle pitter-pat that seemed to flow with the music perfectly, and the warm glow of the lights were welcoming, inviting any bypasser to stay as they pleased.

Browsing through the tall aisles filled with books in the shelves and the stout tables with books stacked on one another, her fingers traced each title delicately, hoping that a book would call out her name for her to bring home.

After a short while, she picked out a book that was in a more secluded area of the store, a book from her teenage years. It was a world that she could easily get lost in over and over again, a whole different universe that seemed so ethereal.

Outside, the rain continued on, with no sign of faltering, but she didn’t mind. Walking out of the bookstore, the rain fell on her head, cold droplets that sent a shiver down her slightly with each drop.

She pushed her book deeper in her bag, hoping to protecting from the unfortunate weather, and continued walking down the street.

The wet pavement splashed slightly beneath her feet, seemingly tapping into a wonderland.

“Hey,” a warm voice called out to her.

Searching for the voice, she saw a tall man, with soft features and blond hair that made him look angelic despite the gloomy sky.

He stuck out his umbrella to her, offering it to her as if she was the angelic one. “Umbrella?”

She shook her head, a grateful smile appearing on her face nonetheless. “No, thank you, I’ll be okay.”

“Please? It’s not a big hassle for me to have a lovely woman get home safe and not catch a cold,” he pleaded gently.

His demeanor was genuine, not pushy or hoping for more than a small chat, and she accepted his kind offer. “Thank you, sir.” She took the umbrella in her hand, watching as he smiled sweetly.

They both parted ways, but not before turning to look at each other once more, a classic fairytale cliche that made her blush slightly. She hoped that he didn’t notice it under the shade of the umbrella, but he hoped the same, a warm pink blush on his face.

A few days later, she was wandering around town, basking in the fresh spring sunshine in her new dress, a pretty floral print along the skirt. She had already gotten a few pastries, and she felt drawn to a small little flower shop that hid between two other stores. Her apartment seemed a little empty, and so some flowers could make the place more lively.

As she walked inside, the fresh smell of flowers was refreshing, until she remembered that she had seasonal allergies. Her nose itched and tingled uncomfortably for a while, before she let out a sneeze or two.

She looked around nervously, hoping that no one heard her sneeze, but nothing is perfect in reality.

“Bless you,”

It was a recognizable voice, the voice of the man that gave her the umbrella a few days back. She turned around, spotting him a few feet away, face all so familiar to her.

He was just as warm and friendly as when she first met him, except this time, with the sunlight passing through the front windows, he seemed even more heavenly, not just any angel, but to the point where she was caught in awe.

“Oh, thank you,” she said quietly, afraid that if she spoke too loud it would break some sort of spell. “I don’t have your umbrella with me, I’m sorry,”

“No, no, it’s okay.” His voice was gentle and warm, just as before, mirroring the sunlight that fell into the shop. “Your dress is really pretty, by the way,” he smiled.

Her face warmed at his compliment, a smile appearing on her face unwillingly, but she felt more than welcome to allow it. “Awh, thank you, your smile is beautiful,”

She cringed slightly at her boldness, but soon eased up as she saw him chuckle with a blush on his face.

“Thank you,” he said, rubbing his hand on the back of his neck nervously. “What’s your name?”

Telling him her name and introducing herself, he seemed to blush a little more. “That’s a lovely name, I’m Ukko-Pekka, but you can call me Ukko.” He stuck his hand out for her to shake, and she accepted it, taking her hand in his.

Giving him a sweet smile, she turned her attention back to the flowers that were in front of her, soft peonies and tulips in various colors.

He continued to linger in her mind, every little detail of him seemed to make her flush with a lovestruck smile. It was immature, having a silly little crush on some guy that was gentlemanly, the bare minimum, but her heart felt like it could hope for more.

She glanced over at him every once in a while, but reminded herself of how odd it looked to be ogling over some guy she just met, but he wasn’t just some guy.

Grabbing the flowers that she wanted for the arrangement, she walked up to the front counter, ready to pay and purchase. She wanted to settle on a regular paper wrapping, plain, knowing that she didn’t need anything fancy or extra.

Just as she was finalizing her order and getting the arrangement sorted out at the front desk, a hand gently tapped on her shoulder. Turning around, she saw his face again, cheeks slightly rosy.

“Hey um—” he paused. “What’s your favorite color?”

She stood there and thought about it, unsure of what to say. “I don’t really know,” she laughed softly. “I like all of them.”

He nodded and then disappeared to some part of the flower store, most likely behind a shelf or looking at the arrangements at the front of the store. She was unsure of why he asked such a question out of the blue, but shrugged it off as nothing big.

Shortly after that, her order was finished as she accepted the receipt from the clerk, her bouquet all nice and pretty, arranged beautifully. There were little baby’s breath flowers spread throughout the bouquet, filling empty spaces with bursts of white and softness.

Pushing the front door of the store, the warmness of the sun seemed to envelope her as she stepped out, a golden radiance shining from her.

She looked back into the store once more, seeing him at the front counter looking right back at her with a slightly flushed expression. He sheepishly motioned for her to wait one minute as he was paying for his own bouquet of flowers, and she complied, waiting under the doorway of the shop.

When he was finished, he walked quickly to her, afraid that he was wasting her time. “I’m so sorry if you have somewhere to be, do you?”

She shook her head, smiled all golden and sweet like honey.

“Alright, well I got you these,” he said shyly, handing her the bouquet full of daisies, carnations in pink and red, and with some other lovely flowers, all vibrant and beautiful. “I hope you like them.”

Standing there, she was at a loss for words, face in a bright smile, dress flowing in the slight breeze, and him there, sun glowing behind him like a halo, angelic and strong.

“I love them Ukko,” she whispered.

Her fingers traced the petals gently, admiring how gorgeous they looked out in the sunlight. It seemed like he already knew her deeply, every little detail of the bouquet perfect to what she could only ever dream of.

She looked back up at him, and her eyes seemed to memorize each feature of his face, hoping to know it by heart. “Thank you,”

He nodded his head, his features fuzzy and blurred, a dream-like heavenly state.

They both stood there, the sound of birds chirping could be heard in the distance. It was a blossoming springtime, fresh and vibrant, a new start, new beginnings.

After a few moments, he started to slowly regret his actions, not of handing her the bouquet, but out of fear of being rejected by her.

“Oh, I have to go,” he blurted. Technically, he didn’t have anywhere he needed to be, but he wanted this slightly embarrassing moment to be over and done with.

He was playing with his cards, hoping that his plan would go smoothly with the outcome he expected.

She was slightly confused at his suddenness, and a somber expression appeared, a saddened smile, but she allowed the departure once more. “Alright then, goodbye Ukko,”

As she walked away, back in towards the direction of her apartment, she glanced back to see him, waving goodbye to her, a tight-lipped smile with saddened eyes. Waving back, her heart already seemed to ache, not wanting to let go of him just yet.

Her walk home seemed dull, despite the bright and vibrant colors of spring being present in every corner.

Regret seeped into each crevice of her mind, wondering if she should’ve given his number, or some other way to reach out to her.

Opening the door to her apartment, she walked in, a prayer in her breath. Hoping that the flowers could bring the vibrance that he did, hoping that one day, she’ll live knowing that maybe people come and go.

Sorting out her flowers in a vase, she noticed an odd piece of paper tied to the bouquet that he gave her. She unfolded the paper, wondering if it was some mistake by the clerk.

Reading the note on the paper, her heart seemed to drift among the clouds, feeling relief and fuzziness that blurred her thoughts.

His number was scrawled on the paper, seemingly rushed, most likely from her waiting outside of the shop, and a sweet message about a potential coffee date later that week.

She gave the number a dial, and it was picked up on the other end in a short amount of time. “Hi, is this Ukko?”

“Yeah, hello.” He had a nervous twinge in his voice, clearing his throat.

“It’s a yes to your question by the way, I’ll see you Friday morning,” she said sweetly.

Ukko let out a sigh of relief, and smiled to himself. “See you then—oh, and do you enjoy your flowers?”

“Yes, I do, they’re gorgeous, Upie.” Her eyes admired the bouquet that now was in a vase on her countertop, truly making the place feel more lively.

“That’s good, because I hope to bring you more,”

They both continued to chat on the phone, laughing and talking about anything that came to mind, hoping it would make Friday morning come quicker, hoping to see each other once more.

She hoped that perhaps another bouquet would be gifted, from his palms, a bright smile beaming on his face and cheeks all rosy again, and he hoped that he could see her heavenly smile again, her sweet laugh and her angelic radiance.

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giorno-plays-piano · 3 years

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The Serpent King

Pairing: naga!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: yandere, kidnapping, allusion to non-con, pretty scary Bucky.

Words: 1044.

Summary: Wandering an ancient castle at night was the most stupid decision you have ever taken.

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Trembling at the sight of a monstrous shadow creeping forward, its scaly tail slithering across the floor, you tried remembering why the hell the thought to sneak into Count Alexander’s abandoned castle seemed like a good idea to you. Surely, you hoped to find a couple of spell books, maybe even recipes of some ancient potions, but you heard those rumors about that place being cursed and a terrifying creature living within its walls, ready to punish whoever tried stealing anything from the castle. Of course, you didn’t believe it. Who in the right state of mind thought monsters still existed, less protected secrets of a place that had been abandoned several decades ago?

You were so reckless, thinking of it as something exciting, thrilling, your own little adventure inside an ancient castle; you had been so willing to discover its dark secrets. Oh, if only you stayed home that night! If only you were sane enough to at least take more protective amulets or a charmed sword... not that they would make any difference, though. The creature chasing you had been immune to any charms, ancient like the castle itself, and you knew you stood no chance against it.

Reaching dead end, the room where you ended up having no other doors other than the one leading to the corridor with a monster following you, you bumped into the large wooden table with layers of dust over it, dirtying your fingers. You were shaking badly, trying to think of anything to keep the creature away, refusing to listen to its soft humming. God, would he eat you alive? Tear your apart, slowly breaking your every limb? Would he grant you a quick death or prolong your suffering? You knew he wouldn’t let you go despite your crying and pleading.

“Say the right words, little bird.” The creature hummed with content, and you saw his horrifying form slowly emerging through the open door: he had been some monstrous hybrid between a human and a giant snake, his upper body belonging to a man, his skin pale and bruised, but instead of legs he had a horrendous tail, its scales ashy black as if they were made from some dark metallic materia.

Hiccupping from terror you felt, you pressed your dirty palm against your mouth, tears streaming down your cheeks. The monster was looking right at you, towering above you - he had been at least three meters tall with that tail of his, even his human part twice bigger than normal, his claws long and sharp like razors.

Oh, if only you stayed home tonight.

“Say the right words.” He repeated, getting so close you could feel the scales on his tail rubbing against your legs, almost making you lose consciousness from both fear and disgust.

Yes, the words. Something that would trigger his curse as he was bound to guard this place like a hound loyal to its owner. You didn’t know why he needed those since you were an intruder, anyway, but maybe it was because the creature didn’t see you taking anything that belonged to his master - you didn’t find anything worth taking yet.

Did it mean he would let you go if you didn’t prove you were a thief? As the naga man - he was a naga, one of monsters who were believed to go extinct centuries ago, you were sure - lowered his face closer to yours, inhaling the smell of your hair, you knew he wouldn’t let you go regardless of whether you say the words or not.

“You will kill me, won’t you?” You blubbered like a child, averting your eyes just not to look him into the face, afraid to see the wild expression he wore. “Why would I say the words?”

“I won’t kill you, little thing.” He let out a low chuckle, baring his sharp fangs, and you felt like you were going to vomit any second, your knees trembling so much you barely kept yourself standing. “But you got to say the right words.”

Breaking out into a cold sweat, you felt his chapped lips brushing against your cheeks and going lower as he was softly nipping his way down your skin. Saints, he was almost kissing your neck. He had been so gentle you didn’t even feel his fangs scratching your skin despite your fear he would finish you off in a moment. As the creature leaned closer, you were forced to retreat, bending backwards more and more, but the monster had no trouble moving down with you until his scaly hips were pressed firmly against yours.

“Please, don’t kill me.” You murmured, closing your eyes firmly as the creature put his arms around you like a man would. “I... I wanted to borrow a spell book.”

“Not to borrow, birdie.” The monster grinned at you, baring his teeth again in an attempt to scare you even more.

“No.” You gulped down the saliva that gathered in your mouth, still averting your eyes and looking at the creature’s chest. “I... I wanted to steal it.”

“That’s right. You wanted to steal it.” He repeated, binding your legs with his tail and pinning you to the table while you sobbed, turning your head to the side to avoid looking at him. “You are a thief, and I am the protector of whatever lies within these walls.”

He lied about leaving you be, didn’t he? He would kill you, for sure. How could you trust a snake, anyway? Now he would sink his fangs into your neck and poison you, then devour your flesh till nothing but bones is left. Maybe the poison would kill you instantly, you hoped.

That nasty rubbing of his scales against your hips was making you more and more nauseated as you bit down on your lower lip, hoping it would end soon.

“But if you stay here with the book you wanted to take, you won’t be a thief.” The creature said, flicking its forked tongue, and you felt something pocking at your hip right through the scales of his tail, realizing with horror what these things were. “If you stay here with me, I will be protecting you as much as anything within these castle walls...”

Oh, if only you stayed home tonight.

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abandonedbun · 8 months

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Hey so Bun also likes the game, she isn’t writing for it but I am so I decided to write smth for Ashton :) Xo, Dollie

Ashton Harlow dating headcanons

He is legit the sweetest partner you could ask for

So respecting of your boundaries, very loving

He’s just a bit shy.. also he has a bit of a limit to talking to people

But for his s/o he can manage a bit more! But if he really is tired he’d like to just relax with them (probs by napping)

His ears are so fluffy… You ever wanna pet them? Or have a little feel?

He might not let you cuz they’re lowkey sensitive, maybe if you’re reallyyy gentle he’ll let you

He’s super tall, so if you ask he could probs carry you around easily since he’s pretty strong

But in his FULL anima form? He’s SUPER SUPER tall! (It’s canon he’s 6’5 when he isn’t in his full form, his full form is apparently 12ft?!)

Giant fluffy bunny… so cute

The fluffy bunny likes cuddles a lot, especially sleepy ones

He’s usually the big spoon but maybe he can be small spoon (goodluck tho, he’s a big dude so unless you’re somehow bigger there might be some trouble)

Sometimes is worried he isn’t good enough, please give him reassurance :(

He loves you sm <33

Also if you get extra sneezy from weather changes (like Bun and I…) he is keeping his dust magic AWAY from you, he hates making people sneeze because of it

Would also ask if you need any meds for it, if you say no he’ll ofc understand, if you do need any tho and you don’t have some he’ll get them for you

If you’re sick or get sick often he is not letting you overwork yourself

Anything slightly tiring is a NO

Ashton is never usually the confident and stubborn type, but if he thinks/knows it’s best he won’t budge

Makes sure you take all your meds, rest well, etc

Even if you hate meds he’s making you take them, sorry

When you get better tho he gives you a lil kiss and a hug :>

ALSOOO if you want/can, you two have workout sessions together! He likes having you near him so if you two work out together he’ll be more motivated!

If you can’t it’s also fine! Y’all can go to the nap club lmao

Or the garden for garden dates!!!

He can get very romantic in the garden every once in a while, shy bb isn’t so shy then lol

Ashton best bf frfr get urself an Ashton

#Ashton Harlow #Saint spells love guide #Saint spells book guide to love #saint spells love guide x reader #sslg #sslg x reader #Saint spells book guide to love x reader #Ashton Harlow x Reader

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with-love-anu · 4 years

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Idiots in love

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Gryffindor!Reader Summary: Draco hates you for being a muggle Gryffindor but slowly falls in love with you Warnings: swearing Word Count: 1,461

Draco grinned running beside you, his coat over your heads. The rain poured down heavily, the pitter patter drowning the sounds of your giggles. His cheeks hurt with how much he had laughed tonight and yet something about your red cheeks and hair licking the sides of your face made him smile wider. He had been wrong about you. So wrong.

“Whatever, mudblood.” Draco spat at you as you rolled your eyes.

Professor Sprout had made you both partners for the next assignment and he couldn’t be more annoyed. What pestered him even more was that none of his jabs seemed to work on you.

“Do you want to plant those roots or shall I?” you asked, not doing much as looking at him. He huffed.

“I’ll do it. Not letting you lions spoil my grade,” he said, internally groaning at the sticky mess of a plant the teacher had handed them for the day.

He picked it up by the ends, hastily dropping it into the pot. Did it have to be so slimy? You cracked out laughing making him snap towards you.

“What’s so funny?” he said, his cheeks turning pink as he saw you bending over in laughter.

“You. You can’t even touch a plant can you?” you said in between laughs as he frowned.

“It’s slimy,” he whined, narrowing his eyes at you as you took over to adding the humus to pot.

“Whatever you say pretty boy.”

Draco removed the coat as the two of you reached the corridors, catching your breath. The heat of the torches felt good against his skin as he looked over to you. You had placed your hand over your stomach, panting. As your eyes caught his, they shone with a wicked gleam. He was certain his own mirrored them. You shook your head wildly, making your hair spray water droplets around.

“Eeeeeesh! Don’t get me dirty now, will you?” Draco said groaning making you smirk at him. Draco raised an eyebrow.

“Oh, yeah?” you said coming closer to him, making his heat beat faster. You took some water in your palm and splashed it on him. Draco made a face at you, which did nothing to hide his grin. You made a face back at him crinkling your nose, making you look adorable.

Draco hissed as you uttered some healing spells on his leg.

“Promfey wouldn’t have made it hurt so much,” he said making you scoff.

“Yeah, it would’ve hurt more seeing the sting only increases the more the time passes by,” you said as Draco looked at you. You were extremely cautious and looked more scared than him, treating him so tenderly. You looked up at him and something in your expression changed. You gave him a small smile.

Draco heard some footsteps as you turned towards him with widened eyes.

“Run,” You said in an undertone taking his hand and running along the corridor.

You continued to write as Draco groaned beside you. Couldn’t you stop, for like a second?

“Y/n,” he said dragging out your name. “Can we do this later, please?”

“Draco, just two more pages and then we can rest,” you said shaking your head.

“No. We’re taking a break now,” he said, snatching away your book, making your eyes widen. You heaved looking at him.

“Okay, what do you wanna do?” you asked as Draco’s face went blank.

“Uh- why don’t you tell me about your boring muggle life?” he said making you roll your eyes. He looked at you, feigning an interested expression so very obviously.

“Fine,” you said, launching into your favourite memories as a child. Draco listened on to you, laughing and smiling. He found himself imagining a younger version of you and liking every second of it. Maybe you weren’t so bad after all.

Draco didn’t know what were louder their footsteps or the giggles. All he knew was that he never quite felt this alive yet. You did that to him, you made him lighter than anyone or anything ever had. He would see your smile and his day would immediately become better. You had his back, he knew you did. He never would have thought he would start liking a muggleborn Gryffindor. He didn’t care about what his parents would think. Not when it came to you. He could not not have you in his life now. You fit in seamlessly and Draco was only too happy to let you.

You turned towards him, pointing towards the room of requirement. He nodded furiously, his face showing a wide grin as you closed your eyes, thinking about what you wanted. Better the room of requirement than Snape catching him out of bed. You took his hands, eyes gleaming, taking him inside.

“Draco?” your voice came making him shudder. Draco quickly wiped away his tears as you sat down beside him cautiously.

“How did you find me?” he said, voice a little rough from all the crying.

“Draco. The lake calms you, you always come here to this tree when you are sad”

Draco just gave you a tight-lipped smile, as you looked straight ahead. You could hear the cicadas from the grass and flies that buzzed around you both. It was a windy day.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” you whispered, not sure what to say. Draco sighed.

“My father wants me to take over his job at the ministry as soon as I leave Hogwarts. I just- I wanted to pursue charms further, maybe in Japan, but father won’t bend. I hate that ministry job.”

“Maybe once you get out of Hogwarts, you could decide for yourself”

“No, you don’t get it Y/n. My life, it’s all planned out without my say in anything. Get top grades, work at the ministry, sit like that, talk like that. It’s suffocating. I’ve become into this monster, the monster my father always wanted me to be. I have two fools for friends and I can’t even run away. I can’t even run away because I’m the only thing that keeps mum going,” Draco didn’t know when tears fell down his cheeks. Your heart thumped in your chest as you brought your hand up to slowly wipe them away. Draco leaned in to your touch.

“You are not a monster Draco. You’re not. If we start judging ourselves so harshly, there would be no saint. It’s okay. You realize that you did wrong things. That’s more than many people do. And,” you took in a deep breath, “I don’t know about you, but I’d consider us friends and close ones at that. So unless I’m one of those fools you better take that statement back.”

Draco let out a laugh, feeling better after your words.

“Okay. I change my statement. I have 3 fools for friends,” he said as you smacked his arm giggling.

Draco entered a huge room with a spacious sofa and a huge bed. The fire was lit and it warmed his skin pleasantly. You removed your over-cloak, as Draco raked at your form. You were perfect.

“See something you like?” you asked, a smug look on your face which made his heart do a little jump.

“Pretty sure she’s the girl I love,” he said, coming towards you making goosebumps erupt on your skin. Draco cupped your face leaning down to kiss you. You sighed, feeling his arms around your waist, pulling you closer as your fingers let themselves loose in his hair. He sucked on your lower lip, biting it a little making you gasp. Draco pressed his lips against your forehead as you both caught your breath.

“Remember the first time we kissed?” Draco said as a smile emerged on your lips.

“Yes I do. You were an idiot.”

Draco was fuming as you sat down beside him.

“How did your date go?” he asked, putting on a sickly sweet smile.

“What date?”

“Your date with Dean”

“I’m not dating Dean?” you said, raising an eyebrow.

“Well, you two looked awfully close for ones who don’t”

You opened your mouth to retort, but closed it thinking.

“What if we were?” you asked instead as Draco’s head snapped towards you.

“He’s not good enough for you.”

“And you are?” you said making him stop.

“I wish I were,” he whispered making you drop the playful mood. You had pulled him closer and kissed him, and then again and again and again.

“Well I was an idiot in love,” Draco said fondly, pressing his lips on yours. He trailed kisses along your jaw, his mouth finding your neck sucking a little there. You sighed, your hands pulling him closer as he un-zipped your dress, making it pool at the floor. Maybe he wasn’t the only idiot.

A/N: This was written for the lovely anon! I hope you enjoy ;)

#draco #draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy #draco x reader #harry potter #hp #draco x you #draco malfoy x you #Anu writes

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moonvenerer · 2 years

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The Hero & The Healer

Concept: Aether x GN Hydro Vision Reader. Similar to Barbara you’re a very skilled healer. Your relationship with Aether was originally established by him often being covered in scratches and buries and you healing them.

Word Count: 996

Genre: Romance, Fluff

You frown upon carefully inspecting your travel companion’s body, you notice a new dark purple bruise on the lower right side of his back. Upon relentless nagging he finally agreed to set up a temporary camp under the shade of a tree near by, on the way to Liyue the two of you were ambushed by treasure hoarders, Aether got hurt shielding you from a shovel’s blow to the head. You sigh feeling quite guilty and responsible for this visibly painful injury. You take out your catalyst book and open to the appropriate page. Without hesitation, as this was perfectly normal to have your hands all over Aether in order to heal him from many injuries he had accumulated in the past, you place your hand over the bruise. With a quiet murmur of a healing spell the bruise completely heals. you look up at Aether only to be met with his smiling face “I don’t know what I’d do without you [Y/N]” he hums happily, stretching up and out his arms upon the relief he received. “You’d probably not sustains half of the injuries you received in the past due to the need of protecting me” you mutter still maintaining your frown-unable to look at his face anymore so you stare down too your feet, you often worried that your attachment to Aether and insistence to accompany him in his travels has been holding him back. “Not this again..” he sighs and lifts your head by cupping both your cheeks in his hands, so that your gaze meets his again.

“[Y/N] I was very fortunate to have met you by chance shortly after waking up in this world, without you I would not have a clue where to start in trying to find my sister. Additionally, I do not have a tenth of my full strength back so the injuries I have sustained are never your fault but mine for overestimating my current abilities, okay? if anything you’re a saint for consistently healing me like this-Id not be able to be half as productive as I am in my search for her because I’d spend so much time trying to slowly heal on my own”.

You puff out your cheeks a bit, now pouting “I just wish I could be more helpful, I hate that the most I can do is distract certain opponents enough for us to have an opportunity to flee-most of the time I am just helplessly watching you get hurt”. He shakes his head, letting go of your face only to pull you into a hug “you’re perfect as you are, if you want to learn how to fight in order to defend yourself in the off-chance I am not by your side then I would be more than happy to teach you but Id personally die in shame if I ever put you in a position where you felt like you need to be strong to protect me”. You blush in response to the closeness, and return his embrace by wrapping your arms around him sighing into his arms. He was impossible to argue against-always knowing what’s best to say in response to your every concern.

You stay in each others arms in silence for a few heartbeats before you break that said silence “Hey Aether?” you say quietly, your voice sounding smaller than before. He hums in response as he begins to rub your back comfortingly, allowing you to continue “When you find Lumine, will you leave this world and me with it behind to go on to the next?” your eyes tear up as you could not fight the immediate burning sensation in them that springs up whenever you entertain that notion. As time went by travelling with Aether, your attachment towards him grew and you’ve developed strong romantic feelings for him-but always held back knowing he was someone completely unattached to this world, for unlike you this is not his home.

What you do not expect is how quickly he pulls you back and away from him in order to look at you. Studying your facial features before he finally speaks “I would never dare to think to leave you behind [Y/N].. it’s just” his words die out as his eyes no longer hold your gaze but off to the distance behind you. Your hearts sinks as it prepares to hear the worst, a confirmation of what you dreaded the most, him departing from this world. Your tears start flowing down your cheeks and this causes him to panic “hey! hey.. please don’t cry” he gently wipes away your tears, “please don’t leave me Aether, I’d go anywhere with you even to a different world if you’d let me” your voice cracks as you cry even harder. He laughs a little and looks relieved, your brows furrow in confusion “whats so funny?” your voice quivers as you hiccup. “I am just relieved to hear that you would not mind leaving this world with me and Lumine, I often found myself contemplating how to bring this up to you, as its a selfish request-but leaving you is impossible to me, plain and simple”. “really?” you say weakly he nods and continues to wipe away your tears which stopped upon his reassuring words “really” he reaffirms you. “you should consider yourself unlucky [Y/N], for you are loved greatly by an out-worldly resident that will never let you go” he joked though his confession leaves the both of you blushing. You shake your head and finally laugh “unlucky is the last thing I feel about this” you tip toe and place a kiss on his cheek “as I too love you greatly and never dare wish to be let go by you”. Aether says nothing and causes you to jump by his sudden pull of your waist with one arm and his free hand on your cheek lifting your face in order to kiss you deeply.

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin impact fanfics #genshin imagines #aether #aether x reader #aether x y/n

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haileygarciasunshine · 3 years

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Godricks Hollow

Pairing: Harry Potter x Fem!Reader

Written: December 15th, 2020

Posted: December 15th, 2020

Word Count: 1,665

Warning: None

This was requested from JulzLovDraco4Eva on Wattpad!

Summary: Y/N Granger has been friends with the Golden Trio for as long as she could remember, but her loyalty is tested when the group is on the run.

Christmas Masterlist

Walking through the Hogwarts courtyard, you were engrossed in one of your class textbooks. Your attention being on the book, you weren’t watching where you were going. It wasn’t long before you walked into someone.

“Hey! Watch it!” Draco exclaimed, his voice filled with annoyance. Turning to face you, his expression concerted into something unreadable. “Filthy Mudblood.” He spat.

“Leave her alone, Malfoy.” Harry’s voice sang through your ears, as he joined your side.

Rolling his eyes, Draco didn’t bother to respond before he stormed off with his minions in tow.

“T-Thanks, Harry.” You nodded not bothering to take your gaze off the ground.

“Of course,” He beamed throwing an arm around your shoulder. “What’re friends for?”

Throughout your years at Hogwarts, you had similar encounters. Whenever you seemed to be in trouble Harry always appeared at your side. You were always quick to brush it off as him being protective over Hermione’s little sister. It didn’t take long for the rest of the group to welcome you with open arms. Ron was always protective of you as well, but it was never to the extent that Harry was.

“Y/N!” A familiar voice echoed through the hall.

Whirling around you collided with a firm chest knocking you off balance. A pair of strong hands were quick to wrap about your elbows attempting to keep you steady.

Giggling you couldn’t help the smile that made its way along your lips. “Hi, Harry.”

Clearing his throat, Harry suddenly looked visibly uncomfortable. “Hi, Y-Y/N.”

An awkward silence enveloped you both.

“I...I, uh.” Harry scratched the back of his neck as he was contemplating his next set of words very carefully.

“Yes?” You questioned, gazing upwards at him with a hint of hope in your eye.

“I...I was wondering if you would want to be my date to Bill and Fleur’s wedding?” He rushed out, his voice wavering slightly.

A toothy grin made it’s way to your lips. “Oh, Harry!” You exclaimed as fireworks erupted in your stomach. Quickly, you threw your arms around Harry’s shoulders as you pulled him in for a tight hug.

Harry tensed at your reaction, before he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him. The sound of his chuckles rang through your ears.

“I’ll take that as a yes then.”

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On the day of Bill and Fleur’s wedding, there was tension in the air. There were rumors of He Who Must Not Be Named, attempting to rise in power once again. Arthur heard at work that the Dark Lord was planning to overthrow the ministry, but nobody knew when.

Since you were staying at the Burrow until the wedding, you couldn’t shake the thoughts of darkness looming around every corner, while the Dark Lord could strike at any moment.

Being friends with Harry, you knew he would go up against the Dark Lord. But the question that plagued your mind was if you were ready to face He Who Must Not Be Named.

Ron would go, which meant of course your sister would go. She and Ron had been inseparable as of lately. Sighing, you knew you would go to protect your friends.

Your mind was beginning to become clear as you sat by the fireplace. However, you didn’t hear Harry join you until he nudged your shoulder gently.

“What’s going on in that head of yours?” He questioned offering you a warm smile.

“Oh, um.” You sighed. “Just thinking about how everything’s about to change.” You shrugged.

Harry turned his attention to you, as he nodded in acknowledgment. “It’ll be for the better.”

Nodding you locked gazes with him as the crackling sound of the fireplace was the only thing heard. The thought of kissing Harry quickly overwhelmed your mind.

“Hey, Guys.” Ron greeted as he quietly made his way down the spiral stairs.

Taking a breath, you averted your gaze to your shirt as you smoothed down nonexistent wrinkles.

Ron quickly bounded over to where you and Harry sat before he took his place in between you.

“What’d I miss?” He questioned beaming at you.

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It was finally the day of the wedding. Everyone was scurrying around the house and outside in an attempt to get the last minute things ready. All the bridesmaids spent the day getting ready. Fleur’s bridesmaids mostly consisted of you, Ginny, Hermione, and her little sister, Gabrielle.

The ceremony went by rapidly, it felt like a blur. When it came time for the reception, you were able to slip away unnoticed.

Taking your heels off, you walked barefoot through the grass as the brisk night air danced along your skin. Goosebumps began forming up and down your arms. A content sigh left your lips, as you gazed at the stars.

“Beautiful isn’t it?” Harry spoke as he walked up beside you.

You hummed in response, turning to face him.

“Harry...You look..”

“I know-” He became flustered, as he dropped his gaze to the ground.

“Handsome.” You muttered as you took in his appearance.

“O-Oh, thank you.” Harry spoke, “You look beautiful.”

A blush crept its way along your cheeks. Before you could protest, Harry had shrugged off his suit jacket, wrapping it around your shoulders. Quickly he reached down taking your heels from you.

The smell of Harry overwhelmed your senses. Tugging the jacket around you tighter, fireworks erupted in your stomach.

“We should get back before they notice we’re gone.”

Frowning, you nodded your head. Just as you and Harry re-entered the tent, Kingsley Shacklebolt’s Patronus announced the ministry had fallen, while Death Eaters were on their way.

Harry's firm hand was quick to grab yours, as wedding guests began to panic and Death Eaters began showing up. Harry pulled you behind him as he began searching for the rest of the group.

“Harry!” Hermione called rushing toward’s you, as Ron was fast behind her. Before you knew it, you were staring at the familiar Tottenham Court Road.

Your sister's voice echoed through your ears. “We have to find somewhere to change.”

---

Light snow began covering the ground as you and Harry ventured to Godrick’s Hollow.

It had been months since you were first on the run. Every day, everyone gathered around the radio listening to the names of the fallen in hopes you didn’t hear a familiar name.

Walking through Godrick’s Hollow, your arm was linked through Harry’s. The small gesture sent comfort through your body. The streets were dimly lit, which allowed you both to venture around without really being seen.

As you walked through the cemetery, you cleaned off the headstone, only to see the very symbol you had been questioning. The hair on the back of your neck stood at attention. Fear began washing over you.

“Harry?” You gently called. Gazing around, your eyes landed on the man.

Confusion danced along your face before you gazed in front of you.

James & Lily Potter.

Kneeling, you pulled your wand out, making a small wreath on their grave. Standing up, you linked your arm back through Harry’s as you rested your head on his shoulder.

“Merry Christmas, Y/N.”

“Merry Christmas, Harry.”

---

As you were running through the forest, you could feel your breaths becoming more and more shallow. Death Eaters were chasing you while yelling spells.

It had been a few months since your group had gone on the run. Hunting Horcruxes began taking its toll on everyone. Exhaustion was being to feel like an understatement. Anywhere you went, everyone was on edge ready for the next attack. Not even the tent felt safe anymore.

In no time, each of you was captured by the Death Eaters. It wasn’t surprising that they had taken you to Malfoy Manner.

“Take the rest of them,” Bellatrix spoke moving to stand before you. “I need to have a little chat with this one, girl on girl.” She taunted, as her eyes had a hint of mischief in them.

Gulping, your stomach began feeling queasy at the thought of being alone with Bellatrix.

Pushing you down, your back was met with the feeling of chilly wood. Before you knew it, she was straddling you as she screamed in your face.

Pinning your arm down, she began carving the word Mudblood into your skin. Tears began racing down your face as you felt your strength weakening by the second. Screams fell past your lips.

“Let her go!” Harry’s voice yelled.

“Well, well, well,” Bellatrix taunted as she got up. “If it isn’t lover boy, here to rescue the damsel in distress.”

---

After the fight at Malfoy manner, Ron and Hermione apparited to Shell Cottage, while Harry apparited to Saint Mungo’s hospital. The whole way, you had insisted you were fine and that you didn’t need medical attention.

Harry didn’t listen to your pleas as he raced to the emergency entrance of the hospital insisting you be healed right away.

Sitting on the hospital bed, you gazed at the ceiling counting tiles. The healer had come in and healed your scar rather quickly, however you were just waiting for the doctor to let you leave.

“Hey,” Harry spoke softly, as he took a seat beside your bed.

You hummed in response.

“I...I’m sorry.” He huffed. “I...I couldn’t stand to see you hurt. I couldn’t stop it..” His voice trailed off as he dropped his gaze to the floor.

“It’s not your fault, Harry.” You whispered, reaching over and placing a hand on his cheek.

Closing his eyes, he leaned into your touch. “I should’ve been there to stop it.”

Gazing at him, you felt the fireworks return.

“I...I.” Harry let out a frustrated sigh. Opening his eyes, he stood up before taking your face between his hands. He never broke his gaze from you. Leaning down his nose brushed against yours as his breath danced along your lips. Placing a chaste kiss to your lips, he rested his forehead against yours.

At that moment, nothing else seemed to matter.

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belphies-cuhm-sluht · 3 years

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RuneDate (Belphie x GN!Reader)

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(Went all in on the runescape fic... Whoops!)

“I can’t believe you decided to go visit your family right before a fucking pandemic hit.” Belphie groaned into his phone. It had only been a week then since it had started and he was already complaining. You could only laugh in response, reiterating what the news reporters and the doctors on the tv had said.

“Only one more week. Fourteen days tops, and then I’ll be back down there with you.” You said cheerfully, your feet swinging back and forth in the air. You always acted this way when you talked to him, and he talked to you on the phone every night since you had been up in the human world, so this is how you spent most of your evenings. You loved the sound of his voice, it always made you smile, and you’d find yourself getting flustered, even if he wasn’t trying to get you that way.

“It better only be one more week. I… I mi-.... My bed is really empty, okay. So just, hurry up.” He grumbled, and you were sure that if you could see him his cheeks would be a bright shade of red, his face now buried in his pillow to hide his embarrassment as if you could actually see him through the phone.

“Mmhm… I’ll see you by the end of next week, alright. Get some sleep. Goodnight.” You hadn’t been able to hide the fact that you were laughing. He tried so hard to cover up just how cute he could be, but he wasn’t very good at doing it. He mumbled a quiet goodnight before hanging up the phone. You couldn’t wait to see him again, and this next week couldn’t go fast enough so you could finally be in his arms again.

Morning came, the same as it always did. The birds outside singing and dogs in the distance barking at whatever passed by. You groaned quietly, grabbing your pillow from underneath your head and holding it over your face, trying to block out the sunlight that streamed through, but the buzzing of your phone beside you had your eyes opening slightly, reaching out to grab it and answer the call.

“It’s too early, Belphie.” You were exhausted even though you hadn’t really done much the day before, but your sleep schedule was a wreck and waking up at 8 in the morning meant that you had only gotten four hours of sleep and you desperately wanted more.

“Hmph. You’re not going to bed at a good time. Plus, I haven’t been able to sleep either.” It was a constant complaint of his, one that’s become expected, not that it was your fault, and he didn’t blame you for it… But you did hear about it a lot. “Let me guess… Just one more week, right?” He mocked the words that you had said over a year ago. You could hear the annoyance in his voice, and you’ve explained to him multiple times that it wasn’t your fault, humans were just selfish and stupid, and he didn’t disagree with you at all.

“I wish. I miss you… Maybe I can’t sleep because I’m not with you.” You heard him scoff on his end of the phone, and then the rustling of his sheets as he got out of bed. It’s like you could almost see him if you closed your eyes and listened close enough. He was on his way to the bathroom to brush his teeth, the sound of the floorboards that creaked beneath his feet were distinct and made it clear that that’s where he was going.

“Oh please…” He mumbled around his toothbrush, and while most would be annoyed with him talking while doing it, to you it just made things seem a little bit more normal. He would always try to talk to you from the bathroom while he brushed his teeth, and you could see it now, the toothpaste dripping from the corners of his mouth that you’d roll your eyes at but quickly throw him a rag for before it got on his clothes. “You never went to bed at a decent time down here either. You always wanted to stay up and watch horror movies, I had to practically put your ass to sleep.” He let out a low chuckle before spitting into the sink and then rinsing his toothbrush off. “I have an idea.”

“Oh? What is it?” You sat up in bed, intrigued by whatever his idea could possibly be. You knew that he wasn’t going to sneak up and spend the night with you, as much as you wanted him to. Diavolo was put off by the idea of anyone coming or going from the Devildom, he didn’t know if demons could catch the virus, and he wasn’t going to risk catching it himself.

“You ever play runescape? I know it’s an old game… but… It can be like a date… or something…” He quickly swigged the mouthwash, definitely trying to hide the fact that, again, he was flustered by his own words. God, if he got any cuter your heart wouldn’t be able to handle it.

“A runescape date. Yeah… that sounds really fun. Tonight then?” You were already pushing yourself off your bed and going over to your computer, quickly signing up and downloading the game for later. It had been so long since you’ve actually played it, and even if it was slightly confusing and you were, on a stat level, an absolute fucking nooby… it would be fun, because you were playing it with him.

“Tonight. And uh… maybe I can teach you how to fish… I’m really good at fishing. I just reached level 98.” And honestly, that was the hottest fucking thing you’ve heard him say in a while. Like… level 98 fishing in runescape. Fuck! You really just wanted to see him fish at this point, but you’d have to wait until later.

“You’re gonna have to teach me a lot of things… It’s been a while.” You were talking about the game, and you knew that he knew you were talking about the game, and you were pretty sure that you hadn’t sounded seductive or hinted at anything sexual, but Belphie was… well… Belphie, and he knew how to turn things in that direction quite easily, and he knew that it would have you stuttering a little and it was like he lived just to fluster you at the most random moments.

“It’s been too long, but I’ll teach you a lot of new things once I have you back here.” You hated him… you adored him but you hated him. You both knew that you couldn’t do anything about the feelings that he had purposely made you feel right now, but he loved teasing you, just to get you back for all the times you teased him over text. He cleared his throat, and you could hear him walking back out into the bedroom. “Alright well, I’ll call you later. Can’t wait for our date tonight.” He chuckled softly, knowing that he was basically blue balling you at this point, but you’d also get him back for it, you just needed to think of how. He quickly hung up before you could say anything else, and you knew that he was laughing his way all the way back to his bed where he’d lay back down and probably pass out for the next hour or so. At least it gave you time to finish the tutorial and try to get the hang of the basics.

You didn’t know what the hell you were doing, and that was an understatement. You spent hours wandering around the map, accidentally starting fights with random NPC’s and big ass rats which you’d run away from immediately because you weren’t about to die, you wouldn’t let that happen to yourself. You tried to get the hang of fishing, which… props to Belphie… you didn’t understand it. You weren’t catching shit, and the couple times that you did, it was nothing but shrimp. An entire ocean full of bottom feeders, which wasn’t a problem, aside from the fact that your pockets were filled to the brim with shrimp… that you tried to cook but you aren’t very good at that… so then it just became filled with burnt shrimp that you couldn’t eat and you didn’t know how to drop either.

By the time the date rolled around… you weren’t any better off than you were when you first started. You only went up like one level in fishing and you weren’t even sure how that happened, but it took about five hours. Your stats were a solid 0 on everything else, and you were still stacked with burnt shrimp… so all in all things were going great in the game and you hadn’t died yet.

“Alright so… you have to add me first…” He said, and he honestly had the patience of a saint because, like everything else in the game, you didn’t know what the fuck you were doing. “Do you know how to do that?” He asked after a couple seconds in which you were staring at the screen and trying to figure out what to push to add him.

“Nope…” And as much as you tried to laugh it off, you felt like a freaking idiot. He chuckled lightly, guiding you through what should have been the easiest task. Once you had added him, man you felt so cool. You did that… with help… but you did that.

“Okay, now… you have to do the spell to get you to the castle. It’s like the teleport thing… it was in the tutorial.” The tutorial, that you had already almost completely forgotten about… except the part where you made bread. For some reason that really stuck with you. “The spell book, it should be on the left side… do you see it?”

“Oh… OH! Yeah I see it!” Finding the spell book was simple, but figuring out how to actually teleport was so confusing for some reason. You realized that triple clicking was, in fact, not helping at all. You only needed to click once and then your character would go through the motions and then they’d teleport. “OH I got it! Okay… coming to the castle… okay… Oh I’m here!”

“There you are! You’re doing great. Okay… now just… first we’re gonna go to the bank and you can put all your stuff in there. So just… follow me. Do you know how to do that?” No, no you did not… but you said that you did because you didn’t want to seem like more of an idiot than you already felt. He already knew that you didn’t though, apparently the fact that you didn’t know how to use your magic or how to add a friend made it pretty clear that you wouldn’t know how to follow his character, so he quickly ran down how to do that too, which was such a big help, he doesn’t even know. “Alright, and when you get to the stairs, you’re gonna have to click that you want to go up.”

“Right… the stairs… got it!” The fact that you wanted to clap for yourself when you successfully went up the stairs just goes to show how much you don’t understand about the game. “Okay… I’m at the top… Oh wait, I have to follow you again… Okay… Okay I got it.” The fact that he wasn’t annoyed yet was shocking, and you constantly felt the need to apologize for being so clueless about what to do. You were glad to know that he couldn’t hear the constant clicking of your mouse as you tried to figure out where exactly to click to actually do something. “Alright… my bag is empty… now what….”

“You have to keep your sword and your shield… just those two… the sword and the shield. And then I’m gonna trade with you… You’re gonna need a lot of food, and I need to get rid of these lobsters.” You nodded to yourself, quickly putting the sword and shield back before closing the window and facing his character again. You didn’t know how trading worked at all, you didn’t know if a window was supposed to show up or what… but you waited, and even if you felt like a complete fool, just being able to spend with him like this, it made you happy and even if he couldn’t see you, you were smiling the entire time.

Once you finally figured out how to trade and you were stocked with lobsters, that’s when the real fun began. “Okay… now you’re ready. Do you want to fight the goblins or the cows?” You paused for a second, and you really had to think about it for a second. Cows or goblins…? You didn’t want to fight the goblins because you just assumed that they would be stronger (even though after playing for a bit and raising your own level you realized that they were the same strength as a fucking cow… weak ass goblins), but you really didn’t want to fight the cows… for obvious reasons, but you just assumed they’d be weaker, so you chose them anyway.

“So I just… I just click on the cow?” You asked after he led you to the little gated off area with the cows, and he hummed in agreement, standing back a little as you found the “right” cow to start fighting. “And this’ll raise my strength?”

“Yeah, but you should probably work at your shield first so… try changing your attack…” And there it was again… something you didn’t know how to do, which, again, he knew very well that you didn’t know how to do it. “Alright, you see the swords on the left side of the screen? The little button with the swords? Click that… and then change your attack mode to the one for shielding….” As if you’d know which one that is, but you were gonna wing it and hope that you picked the right one. You knew that he wouldn’t judge you for not knowing, at least not to your face.

The amount of damage that these cows delivered almost made you not feel bad for absolutely beating the shit out of them with the weak ass beginners sword that you had. “Oh my… fuck… do you hear my button clicking?” You asked while rapidly smashing the button on your mouse. You hoped he didn’t, but god, even to you it sounded loud and you had earphones on. “It just keeps doing damage to me but I can’t fucking hit it?!”

“Your stats aren’t high enough yet.” He said in between his laughter. If Levi was there he’d definitely be judging you right now. You were getting your ass handed to you by a fucking level 2 cow, how ridiculous is that?! “Just raise your shield more and then you can choose another attack method to raise your strength. You should at least get them all to five.” Five was a pretty high number to aim for considering you were only getting like 2xp everytime you even hit the cow, but, even if it took forever, you’d have him there with you.

It turned into the both of you just shooting the shit while you went around and murdered every single cow, occasionally being prompted by Belphie to eat a lobster before you die… and you probably should have used the wicked sweet one liner of “wouldn’t be the first time I’ve gotten killed by a cow”, but you were too busy to think of it while killing the cows yourself. You were too busy talking and rapidly clicking at the cow to realize that your health was low, and before you knew it you were dealing with death, who is legitimately the most annoying, talkative fucking character in the game.

“Oh shit… you died?”

“Yeah and Death won’t shut up. He just… oh my god… shut up.” You whined softly, much to Belphies amusement. Every time you tried to leave Deaths weird ass portal cave he kept calling you back to tell you more which only annoyed you further, which in turn had Belphie laughing which was your favorite sound aside from his actual talking… so maybe it wasn’t so bad after all.

“I told you to eat the lobsters. That’s why I gave them to you.” He was still laughing as he told you the reasoning behind the lobster trade, and you couldn’t help but laugh with him. You hadn’t had this much fun since you were actually down in the Devildom with him.

“I'm gonna fuck these cows up.”

“And eat the lobsters while doing it.” He added, which made you snort quietly… even though he heard it and proceeded to laugh even more. You had never heard him laugh so much, and as much as you hated the fact that you couldn’t be there with him in person to see him, you still got to hear him laugh, which was the most you could ask for at this point.

Neither of you had realized how long you had been playing until you heard Beel come in the room through Belphies mic, clearly scaring him because you could hear the sharp gasp and then the quiet mumble of “fucking Beel…” before he actually acknowledged his twin.

“Ah shit… Hey, Beel wants to go get some Akudonalds…” Belphie said, and while you knew that you couldn’t stay in a call or play the game forever, it was always hard whenever the calls ended for the night. “Keep playing though… level up more…”

“Yeah, maybe I’ll get on your level.” You teased, and you heard him scoff again and you were pretty sure he rolled his eyes. He and you both knew that even making it halfway to his level would take forever, but if it meant being able to play with him again, you’d do your best to get halfway to halfway there. “I’ll talk to you later…”

“Well duh… I’m not leaving forever, dork. I’m going to get some chicken nuggets. I’ll text you when I get back.” He sighed softly. “We’ll have to do this again though… And try to go to bed at a decent hour. Please. I’ll visit you in your dreams if you do-”

“I’m hanging up now and going to bed! I’ll be asleep by the time you get back with your nuggets! Goodnight!” You quickly hung up, and just as you were about to close everything out on your computer and actually go to bed, you saw him typing.

“You’re such a dork… I’ll be there soon. Goodnight 💙”

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Baby | knj

Baby

—Your daughter had been so sure about one thing. You are Baby. End of discussion.

Word Count: 1,268 Content/s: FLUFF, drama (super light, extra smol), established relationship, married life, husband and wife au, dad!namjoon is a p r e c i o u s concept & I'm glad we all agree Pairing: Kim Namjoon x Reader

A/N: Hi, hello, idc if I'm posting out of schedule, this would've been a better tribute for Joonie's birthday but I went away and posted the one that's been in the drafts SO hERE I AM, houRS AFTER COOING AND FALLING HEAD OVER HEELS FOR THE CONCEPT OF F U T U R E D A D to deliver you this short blurb inspired by the stuff i saw on twt 😩👌💕 Hope y'all enjoyed!

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Any couple with a kid would gladly attest to the saying that parenting is no easy feat. The two of you, of course, have found fact in such a statement and have always managed. You, yourself, think you two did a brilliantly decent job raising Luna, your four-turning-five-year-old who had recently donned her big girl shoes on and entered the great unknown—kindergarten.

Now, you don't really know why you've been called in to meet with the teacher instead of doing the usual routine of waiting by the school gates, but you were certain that your sweet, little angel didn't do anything wr—

"What do you mean she got into a fight?"

Your jaw falls slack as you turned to the little girl sheepishly sitting in the chair next to you. An eyebrow of yours raised, waiting for her explanation, but Luna refused to meet with your questioning gaze. "Luna," you call out, soft yet firm so as to not scare her into not speaking a word.

"Well, Mrs. Kim," the teacher, Ms. Oh, began, catching your attention once more. She brings her hands together over the wooden desk with an awkward smile gracing her features, somewhat unsure of how to properly tell the story itself. "Luna here threw a little fit when one of her classmates, Chunsa, made fun of your name."

The confusion that seizes you knows no limits. "My name?" You incredulously ask. What's wrong with my name?

Ms. Oh glances at Luna for a moment before clearing her throat. "She said that your name was Baby," she tells you, "Chunsa laughed, because she found it funny and proceeded to make fun of it with the others. The fight, fortunately, was able to be stopped before anyone got hurt."

You could hardly believe your ears. Luna is a reserved girl, always has been, inheriting her father's introverted tendencies and love for books. She has the patience of a saint, too. For her to be like this...

"Baby?" You found yourself muttering aloud. "Why would she—oh..."

Oh no.

A blush stains across your cheeks an unmistakable red, spreading like an unstoppable forest fire except the one that got slain is your will to live. "I," you stammer, scrambling to find an excuse. "It's just that, uhm," you coughed into one hand. "Her, uh, father used to call me... baby before we got married. He still, uh, calls me that to this day. We didn't—"

You glance at your daughter, who was now looking at you with complete and utter betrayal. All you could muster to give to the both of them was an apologetic smile. "We didn't expect her to do such a thing," you told Ms. Oh in all honesty.

The silence that hung in the air was killing you mentally, when really you want it done physically so you can be rid of this mortification. Can the ground just swallow you whole please? Thanks.

To save yourself and your daughter from any more of this agony, you stood up, securing your shoulder bag with one hand before bowing to the young kindergarten teacher, both as an apology and as a farewell. "My husband and I will discuss it later," you solemnly swore, "I promise it won't happen again."

You grabbed Luna's hand, coaxing her to utter a small goodbye with you before taking the two of you out of the school grounds and into the parking lot where you had parked your car. You usher your daughter into her place in the backseat before hopping onto the driver's seat yourself and driving onwards to home.

As soon as you drove a good distance away from the school, a loud outbreath of relief escapes you, along with a little chuckle for you have been made a clown after that little hooha. Come to think of it, if all the embarrassment could just leave your body right now for even just a damn second, the scene that had just unfolded was hilarious.

Luna, behind you, however, looks at you with a puzzled expression. Eventually, she speaks up. "Mommy," she slowly began, "did I... did I really do an oopsie?"

You glance at her through the rearview mirror, offering her an assuring smile to ease her guilt. "It's okay, honey," you tell her, "you didn't know. Just don't fight with anyone again, hm? Remember what daddy said?"

Luna nods. "Violence is never the answer," she utters Namjoon's reminders along with you. Still, she fiddles with her fingers.

"What's your real name then, mommy?"

You beam a smile. "Mommy's name is (Y/N), sweetie," you tell her, "we can try spelling and writing it later if you want."

Your little offer seems to have efficiently lift her mood a little. She nods enthusiastically, but her curious eyes were still swimming with thoughts and questions. "Why does Daddy call you baby then?" She asks.

Nearly but fortunately not so, your grip on the steering wheel loosens as your throat chokes on your spit for a moment. You clear your throat. "Well," you began, scouring your head for a suitable explanation, "it's like a nickname! You know how mommy calls you honey sometimes? Or sweetie? Or, how daddy calls you moonchild?"

Luna nods understandably, getting a grasp onto the concept. "But why does he always call you baby?" She soon asks, not fully satisfied with your initial statement.

See, now that's not wholly true—but your daughter will have even more questions, so you're gonna have to shut up about that and just go with the hell of it. "Sometimes," you say, "sometimes, it just gets stuck that way, y'know? Like how you'll always call me mommy or eomma, and how you'll always call daddy your daddy or appa."

Luna, for now seemed to have enough. A small 'ah...' leaving her lips, as she resorts to looking out the window for amusement.

All you could do at that moment was let out yet another outbreath of relief—this time quieter so as not to catch Luna's attention again. Still, your lips tugged upwards.

Baby, huh? Wait 'til Namjoon hears about this.

BONUS

"We're home!"

Your voice rings throughout the house, as you lock the door behind you. Luna runs along and into the kitchen, immediately sensing her father was there.

You enter the premises to see Namjoon ducking down to her height in order to perform their daily kiss on the cheek ritual. He had been at the dining table, coffee in one hand—presumably taking a break from composing.

Just as you reach the two of them, Luna runs off to play with her dolls, leaving you alone with your husband. You lean down to press a light kiss on his lips, which he greatly welcomes. You sat on the chair next to him, resting your cheek against the palm of your hand. "You can not believe what just happened at school today," You halfheartedly groan, ready to spill some tea.

Namjoon chuckles, glancing at you as he sips on his mug. "Humor me," he tells you with an encouraging pat on the thigh.

Though the touch of hand sends shivers down your spine, you carry on with your words. "Luna got in trouble today," you say, "because she genuinely thought my name was baby and her classmates made fun of her for it."

"She what?"

You laugh at the ridiculous expression that seizes Namjoon's face. "Guess how she came to such a conclusion," you mused, eliciting a chuckle from your husband.

"Hm, yes," he feigns to ponder with a smirk, "I wonder how."

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Fairytale Complex - [Undertale | Sans x Reader]

[Gender Neutral, Frisk's Parent Reader | Slow Burn]

Summary:

The dichotomy between black and white is your constant when it's time for you to meet the whole new civilization Frisk brought along with them to the Surface. As a parent, it's not easy to trust others when they've hurt your child. So when that new civilization decides they owe Frisk both for saving their kind and for still hurting them during that process, you've got plenty to say to them.

Forgive the monsters as easily as you once did with others during a stage of naivety?

Oh, hell no.

They better have a good reason for hurting your child and an even better one for wanting to be a part of their family.

Prologue | Once Upon a Time

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Finished with a hectic work day, you throw yourself on the couch and beg for it not to give in when you hear it creak. Just as the rest of your home, it's old, worn, and needs replacing. You let out a sigh and bask under what little calm you can find between the worries of a dead-end job and your child recently going missing.

Many accused the disappearance on your lack of care and overall irresponsibility as their parent, while others blamed it on the myth of monsters existing near the place you suspected they last went to. The first of these assumptions you accepted and blamed yourself constantly for, yet the second of the two was near impossible to even be an option to begin with. Monsters were far away from your village; they were told to be sealed inside the Underground close to Mt. Ebott, and nobody had heard of them in centuries. It was highly unlikely for them to exist there and much less on the Surface, yet there were still some who believed in that myth nonetheless.

Alone in your home, you can only stare at the blank wall before you and think back on the last day you saw Frisk.

...

"I'm home!" you hear them call, followed by their footsteps thumping against the floorboards.

They make it to the kitchen and throw themselves at you; their arms wrap around your neck and pull you into a hug. Smiling, you return the embrace, pull back to look down, and meet with their eyes. "Did you say goodbye to Auntie Brenda before leaving?" you ask, tucking a stray lock of hair behind their ear. Their bob and bangs had grown longer and many neighbours said it made them look like a girl, but Frisk never minded over those comments and always insisted on keeping their hair that way.

"Yup!" they reply, taking a seat next to yours. "We're… We're gonna spend the whole weekend together, right?"

"Of course we are, honey." You chuckle upon seeing the worry in their eyes, these holding hope over a positive response on your part. "But first, we've got to study up on History," you add, "Remember you've got a test the day after tomorrow." You pinch their cheek and kiss it better, making them grin and burst into giggles.

Then, you stand up and head to the living room, where you stop by the bookshelf already covered in a thin layer of dust despite its frequent use. Your eyes scan for the book you'd been recently reading with them, only to find it hidden at a corner, most likely an idea on their part in hopes of delaying their studies for a while. "We'll go over the last chapter. And after that, we can plan what we'll do for the weekend." You turn to them and smile, bumping the book against the top of their head. "But only if you don't try to hide your books away anymore. I know you like school and pay attention all the time, but that still doesn't excuse you from studying up at home."

You walk to the couch, sit down, and see their smile fade away when you open the book to one of its later chapters. It was far away from the one you were currently on, yet based on the look on their face, they seem to know what it's about, an assumption that grows stronger when you remember how one-sided the book in your hands is. Frisk was never fond of the stories it told, yet they never had the courage to go against its written words, either. Now, however, you have a hunch over them about to confront that when you see them frown and later open their mouth to speak up.

"Why do you believe what this book says? It… It says mean things about monsters! Haven't you ever been curious to know what they're all really like?"

You look down at the open book and give some thought to their words. Its borders are worn out and the pages are turning a soft shade of yellow, most likely due to the centuries that'd gone by since it was first published. 'The War Between Us' was its title, yet even though it said 'us', the author was biased at times; in more ways than one. It seemed that the more you analyzed it, the more you regretted having believed these stories when you were younger and having thrashed the possibility of beings like them ever existing. The question you've been given adds to your regret, so you pause and take a quick moment to reconsider.

Deciding it's best to think of a proper response, you flip the pages back to the first chapter and gesture for Frisk to join you. You push your glasses up to the brim of your nose and begin to read the first page.

>> Long ago, two races ruled over the Earth: HUMANS and MONSTERS. One day, war broke out between the two races. After a long battle, the humans were victorious. They sealed the monsters underground with a magic spell...

You flip past the introduction page, having already memorized it ever since you were seven.

>> Those undergrounds, located near Mt. Ebott, are said to be a dangerous place. It is said that those who climb the mountain never return. Many have taken this warning as a joke, yet none have actually dared to step foot on those grounds. Due to this fear of the unknown, many began to form theories as to what happens to those who travel to those lands. These have varied from such a simple thing as being unable or unwilling to leave, to something as dark and fearsome as death.

>> It is said the monsters residing in this place were not only strange in appearance, but in their actions and customs, as well. Likewise, it is said their way of reproduction is also odd, as it is through their SOULS that they may create another life, and that the way of ending their lives is through the same means. Besides showing their vulnerability through their SOULS, they show it through their words. They advise others to show 'MERCY', as well as to 'SPARE' their enemies whenever possible.

>> However, many experts on the topic have agreed these are only myths; bedtime stories meant to dull and straighten up a child's behaviour, to frighten them over what is black and what is white, and to keep them strictly in the latter. It is impossible to believe such narrow-minded and saint-like creatures ever existed, unless it is to dumb down our mindsets and persuade us to be kind to a fault, without ever even questioning why it is said that those who fell into their world never came back. After all, it is without a doubt unrealistic and near impossible for people to cohabit in one same world without causing some form of hurt between each other. It is the same reason why these creatures were said to lose a war with our kind, and why we must avoid being weak and preachy like them; to prevent the same from ever happening to us.

You close the book with one swift move, deciding you already have the answer to your child's question.

"Y'know, I… I guess you're right, honey." You sigh, face your lap, and close your eyes, already having a taboo thought at the tip of your tongue. "I've only ever read this book regarding their history. If only I knew more about them, or maybe had another book from a new, different perspective... Then, maybe... Maybe I could know if both sides had their reasons for war, and why we still study them through this book only."

Just as they're about to reply, an unintelligible shout erupts from one of the nearby houses. The sound of porcelain hitting the ground and of people arguing with one another can be heard, and soon after, an eerie, yet recognizable silence takes over. Already expecting the worst, you let out a shaky sigh, stand up, and finally gather up courage to inspect what's going on outside the safety of your home.

"Stay here, Frisk. I'll be back soon."

…

You never saw them again after that day, and that was almost a full month ago. Your eyes have turned irredeemably red and puffy from how much you've cried and mourned over their loss, though you've tried to keep it to yourself as much as possible. Even so, a few things had been leaked regarding your situation. Nosy and loud neighbours meant trouble, and you already had enough with Social Services and Frisk's school constantly breathing down your neck.

The more days passed since their disappearance, the more rumours began to revolve around you. A silent argument over the hints left behind of Frisk going missing had begun to form, and it shows itself through the tense state of those around you, these split into two groups. Tension's risen between those who blame you and those who blame Mt. Ebott, yet you don't want to favour either side. Simply solving the situation and having Frisk in your arms again was enough for you, even if they were taken away from you by Social Services the day or even the hour after.

Hearing your stomach growl, you shake your head, finally realizing you're becoming too immersed in your own thoughts.

Dinner wouldn't make itself, and though you hated cooking only for yourself almost as much as you loathed the absence of your child and the silence of your home, you have to stand up, dust off, and keep on going.

Fairy tales weren't real; monsters weren't, either. In other words, Frisk's all alone in the world now and nobody's gonna help besides you. Whatever happened to your child, they were most likely suffering or in great danger, and for once, you can't help but wish over the Underground to be real in spite of the myths told about it. Perhaps then, you could have some sense of direction and an idea over just where Frisk could be; and perhaps then, they wouldn't be alone at the knowledge of monsters providing them with shelter and company until your arrival.

Perhaps then, you could rest a bit easy without crying yourself to sleep every weekend with the reminder and the remnants of a broken promise, one you feared would never be fulfilled.

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