technikerin23

[technikerin23]

Hello! Hope you’re doing well :) May I request a Child! Reader x Tenna pls? Basically, Reader is permanently in a wheelchair due to *insert accident* and is really sad since we haven’t been able to make friends. So, our parents get Tenna, hoping to cheer us up. And it does! We manage to fix him up, we talk to him, and we become friends! Skip to Reader accidentally getting trapped in a Darkworld, where we finally meet Tenna face-to-nose, he thanks us for being his friend, and he protects us. Thxs

Aw thank you! And thank you for the first Tenna request! (note this is purely platonic, and Reader is just a few years younger than the Fun Gang)

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"Wow, I haven't seen one of these in years."

"Are we sure we wanna keep this? It looks pretty busted up..."

"She said it could still work. She's no mechanic, but...she knows [y/n] is."

"Ah, you're right, dear. I think this will cheer them up."

"I hope so."

Despite hearing the faint voices of your parents, you were too occupied with repairing your alarm clock to fully listen. You managed to bolt it to your nightstand so that you didn't accidentally knock it off...again.

It's happened quite a few times. And it always ended up on the floor, ringing and ringing and ringing until you either threw something at it or crawled out of bed to shut it off yourself.

Unfortunately, that's how most of your mornings have started ever since the accident.

You were paralyzed from the waist down, having to use a wheelchair to get around most places. You've taken a lot of time off of school to undergo surgeries and physical therapy, but none of it changed the fact that you couldn't "magically" walk again.

It left you feeling rather lonely, staying indoors all day to tinker with small appliances to your mind occupied, as you loved to assemble, repair, and disassemble things. Your parents considered you an "engineer in-the-making", but you didn't see your skills as anything more than just a hobby. Something to make you temporarily forget the pain.

Eventually, you and your family moved to a new town, populated by more monsters than humans. And while you did enroll into a new school and met new people, you still felt sad--the memories following you no matter where you went.

Today, however, your parents surprised you with a new addition to your room. You weren't expecting anything, so to see them walk in with a CRT television had your eyes widening in awe.

You've read about those old-fashioned TVs, certain that they stopped making them. But apparently not.

The most shocking part was that it was Susie, of all people, who wanted you to have it, insisting that it "needed a good home". You laughed when they told you this, believing they meant a different Susie.

No way could it be from that same mean reptilian girl that everyone at school was so afraid of, even Ms. Alphys.

Surely, it sounded impossible....until you found a note on the back of the large appliance, a small letter addressed to you specifically. Once your parents left you with the TV, you opened it, wondering what it would say:

"Hey, [y/n]. Sorry about all the times I made fun of you in computer class. I know this doesn't make up for it, but I want you to have this TV. Consider it a housewarming gift. His name's Tenna. Don't ask why. I tried fixing him myself, but you're better at that stuff than I am. I don't want him back or any money or anything. Just...take good care of him, alright?

See you at school, Susie"

'Wow, she's..actually nice?' For the first time in a while, you found yourself smiling at the note. Maybe you were wrong about her, or maybe she decided to have a change of heart. Regardless, you'll be sure to thank her at school tomorrow..

You looked closer at the CRT TV, and sure enough you could see her efforts to fix it: with duct tape wrapped around the two broken antennae. There were a few light cracks in the screen, but it wasn't anything too bad. At least she tried her best.

Funny enough, you were thinking about fixing one of the TVs at school that were broken, so you had all the tools needed. Of course this one was way older than any of them, but it shouldn't be as complex.

Once you found everything you needed, you went right to work on repairing the antennae, carefully removing the duct tape, shining the dials, wiping the dust off all sides of the box, and checking the internal wiring to make sure nothing was fried.

All the while, you talked to Tenna, explaining what you were doing to him, like a doctor tending to their patient. You knew he couldn't really talk back to you, but the silence had to be filled somehow.

It took a few long hours, plus a dinner break, but around midnight the TV looked good as new.

The final step was to simply plug it into the wall and see if all your efforts were worth it.

And miraculously, it worked. The screen flickered to life, showing you a channel that was presenting the opening theme for a gameshow program called "Mr. Ant Tenna's TV Time". The host himself looked a lot like the television sitting in your room right now, with the rest of his body being humanoid, dressed in a shimmering red coat with a bright yellow tie and a golden lapel that said "TV".

He had no eyes, but a grinning mouth and a pointed nose as he appeared on the stage, clutching a microphone and introducing the contestants of the show with such vigor.

'Well..I did it.' You chuckled, climbing onto your bed and deciding to sit back and watch the episode for a while.

One episode turned into two, and then two into three...until you suddenly remembered that you had school in the morning and switched it off, falling asleep rather quickly.

.............

Over the next week or so, you've been coming home in a better mood--mainly because you're so eager to use your new television.

TV Time was became your favorite program rather quickly, having binged-watched it so much. At this point, you were aware that every episode was just a rerun. With the same quizzes and "physical challenges" as before, but it provided good background noise for when you're doing homework or tinkering with some other electronic.

You still talked to Tenna like he could hear you, answering along to the game's questions even though you already knew the outcome of each episode.

The monster movie that was constantly on was predictable at best, but sometimes you'd catch glimpses of new side characters--or a new attack the monster unleashed upon the city. That was great, too, but you mainly tuned into his gameshow and kept it on that.

Sometimes, when you just want some quiet, you'll sit at your desk and journal your thoughts--sometimes speaking them outloud to Tenna. It felt absolutely ridiculous, but at the same time it made you feel less lonesome in your room.

You started to see him as....a friend.

A friend who didn't judge you and always kept you company when you needed it most. Your parents thought it was sweet, but they did push you to make some actual friends at school, too. And you did, among them being Susie, who asked you how Tenna was doing lately.

She seemed nervous for some reason, but sighed in relief after you assured her he's been doing good. You thought she'd make fun of you for befriending an inanimate object, although she revealed something rather..surprising to you while offering to walk you home one evening.

She made you swear to secrecy, before telling you about a dream she had. Apparently, she and Kris met Tenna as his gameshow host's self, and they were forced to play through several rounds on his TV Time program, using "magic" and "acts" to win every challenge thrown their way. All of this accumulated into a "final battle" where he intended to keep them all playing forever, decreeing that his show would "never end".

He sounded evil, until Susie also told you that he used to be Kris' TV, who was lonely and afraid of being forgotten when everyone at their house stopped watching him. They came to realize he wasn't really a bad guy, and promised to find somebody who'd take him into their home. Someone who could fix him and enjoy all the programs he had to offer.

That was the real reason she wanted you to have him.

"Wow, that sounds like...a super vivid dream." You hummed as you both stopped in front of your house, looking up at her. "I guess you'd feel weird having him in your house after making that promise."

"Erm..yeah." She rubbed her neck awkwardly. "Just...don't go telling anyone about that dream, alright? It's between you and me."

"Don't worry. Your secret's safe with me." You chuckled. "Did you wanna spend the night? My parents won't be back till later."

"I can't tonight. But next time? Hell yeah." With a toothy grin, Susie lightly punched your arm. "Say hi to Tenna for me, will ya?"

"Will do."

After waving goodbye to her, you remained in front of the door for a moment, wondering if you'll somehow meet Tenna in your own dreams. The chances seemed to be likely, although you still had some doubts.

Shrugging, you decided that the only way that could be possible was if you headed to bed. So you went inside and shut the door, sighing as you hung up your bag on the coatrack and rubbed your eyes.

But the peace and quiet you were used to coming home to wasn't there right now.

Instead, you felt a rather...heavy and foreboding presence.

One that that made your heart pound, warning your gut that there was someone else in this house with you.

Somebody that shouldn't be here.

"Hello...?"

There was no response.

After grabbing a hammer off the counter for protection, you wheeled yourself towards your room, that same sensation only worsening the closer you got to the door. Then you were right in front of it, confused as to why it was fully closed, knowing damn well you didn't leave it that way when you were heading to school.

All instincts told you not to open it up, to get away and call the police....yet curiosity got the better of you, as you cautiously pried it open.

At first, nothing seemed amiss...

Until you spotted a dark and tall skeletal figure standing in the very corner, merged with the shadows. They appeared to be a monster, and normally you wouldn't think to judge their appearance.

But they looked nothing like any resident of the town you've seen before. Plus, they're just here...in your room, and you had no idea why or what they wanted. They seemed fixated with your television, speaking to it in a language you couldn't understand.

"H-Hey. Who are you?! That TV isn't for sale.."

They were caught by surprise, immediately turning to face you. They had a singular glowing mouth/eye, and sharp claws with holes in the palms, clutching a long and jagged sword.

Fear gripped your heart as you stared back at the monster, hands trembling as you knew you were no match for them. You tried to remember what your parents told you about intruders....but they've never said anything about sword-wielding ones.

They took one step towards you, and you immediately surrendered, terrified for your life.

"A-Actually, you can have it! It's yours. I know it's a rarity, so...j-just take it and leave me alone." You pleaded, trying to move yourself backwards. "Please..I-I don't want any trouble."

They stepped closer, a smaller sword manifesting out of thin air beside them.

"Wait, wait....what are you doing with that??"

Their only response was a wicked grin, before they suddenly threw their arm up and slammed it back down, the sword following their movements and stabbing the floor itself.

In an instant, a pillar of bright white light illuminated the entire room, followed by thick billowing clouds of black smoke that enveloped every single one of your senses.....

After that, there was total darkness.

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You woke up in a strange place.

"..h...huh?"

As you slowly regained consciousness, you realized you were somewhere cold and a dark. A rickety wooden floor was beneath you, creaking under the weight of you and your wheelchair. And in the distance, you could hear the whistle of a wind draft.

You rubbed your eyes, trying to survey your surroundings and make sense of what exactly happened.

'There was an intruder...a monster with a sword. They were in my room...and.....huh?' As you took your hand away from your face, you realized you were wearing armored gauntlets with black gloves. 'What? When did I get these..?'

You then looked down at yourself, seeing that your outfit was completely different: befitting of a medieval blacksmith, with a silver chest plate covered by a black leather apron. In your other hand was a weapon--a large hammer, to be more precise, that shimmered with magic.

Not only that, but your wheelchair was different, too. It was covered in armored plates, bearing the symbols of Delta Rune on the armrests. You definitely didn't engrave any of those, so...how was that possible?

Could this be the same dream Susie had about-?

A shriek from the darkness startled you, and upon looking up....your blood ran cold as you realized it was the same knight-like monster from before. Somehow, they brought you here....and you still had no idea what they wanted.

"Oh come on...I..I-I told you it was yours!" You shouted, terrified out of your mind. "Do you even understand me?? I don't want any trouble!!"

They tilted their head to the side, lowering their weapon. But instead of giving you an answer, they raised their free hand, and from the hole in their palm, a violet beam of energy burst forth and made contact with you.

It didn't hurt, but you felt yourself being pulled towards it, helpless to stop-

"OH NO YOU DON'T!!"

Out of nowhere, a microphone was thrown at their head, cutting off their energy beam as they shrieked and spun around to see who did that.

"Y-Yeah! That's what you get for sneaking up on me!!"

You realized who your savior was, eyes widening.

It was Tenna, or at least..his gameshow-persona. And he was a lot taller than what he appeared on television. He looked scared as hell, as though regretting his actions. But he wiped away the sweat on his screen and made himself look bigger, huffing as he put his fists up.

"That's right...I-I'm back. I don't take orders from you anymore. So...if you want a fight, then....huh?"

Much to his confusion (and yours), the Knight transformed into a floating ball of darkness, flying past him and vanishing from sight--as though they suddenly didn't feel like fighting or kidnapping you anymore.

But...at least they've gone away for the time being.

"You there! Are you alright??? Did they hurt you?? I didn't think my aim would be that good."

You turned your attention back to Tenna, surprised that he was now talking to you directly. But when he recognized you, he gasped. "Wait, could it be...you're [y/n], right??"

"Uh...yeah?" You blinked slowly. "I'm okay. You're...the Mr. Ant Tenna?"

"Oh please. Just "Tenna" is fine! That's what you've been calling me!" He waved you off with a small laugh. "Are you familiar with Susie? Ah, what a sweetheart she was to send me to your parents' doorstep! She kept her promise. If only I could thank her.."

To say you were stunned would be a total understatement.

You were finally having a dream about this same person your friend spoke of--the one you hoped to meet. But the strangest thing was that you don't remember ever falling asleep.

You had no idea where you were or why you had this strange armor on....nor why that knight-like figure attacked you.

Your mind was still a bit hazy, so you decided to spare yourself the headache and not think about that right now.

"I know Susie. She...told me she had-"

"It's funny. One moment, I'm playing court jester to a King and his son, and the next...I'm here! YOU'RE here!" He pointed to you with dramatic flair. Somewhere in the distance, an audience was cheering. "You....You're the one who fixed me up, aren't you?" His voice went quiet as he then kneeled in front of you, hands clasped together like a prayer. "Thank you. You have no idea how much this means to me."

"I....you're welcome, I guess." You were still having a hard time grasping all of this. But then again, you must've been dreaming...so nothing truly had to make sense here. "Susie talked about you in one of her dreams."

"Dreams....?" He seemed confused at first, although he perked up. "Why...of course! I'm sure she told you a lot about me, didn't she?"

"Yeah, and...also about Kris."

"...I figured as much. I'm gonna miss them a lot...Toriel, Asgore, Asriel..." His shoulders slumped.

You blinked. "You knew all of them?"

"Knew them? I've been with them their whole lives, kid!" Tenna cleared his throat. "You see, I was the one they all gathered around during holidays and even regular ol' days! Just one big happy family sharing smiles, tears, and screams around my screen." His face glitched to show the inside of the Dreemurr's living room space. "I've gotten them through good times, bad times...everything! But then.... things changed. Everyone was fighting, some left and never came back. Those who stayed...didn't even look at me anymore."

You frowned slightly, seeing his antennae droop as the image disappeared, replaced with a frown of his own. "I kept asking myself...where did it all go wrong? Why couldn't I keep them together? I thought I was going to be unplugged for the last time and thrown out. But then Susie had this great idea. She told me that wasn't my fate. She found somebody who'd want me. And....that turned out to be you, [y/n]." His smile returned.

This was...some interesting information. You barely knew about Kris' family--except for the fact that Toriel's and Asgore's separation was apparently the talk of the entire town--so to learn that their own TV had seen the fallout from inside the house and somehow believed it was his fault was....quite heartbreaking.

You're surprised he's even telling you all of this.

"I'm sorry you had to see..whatever went down in that house. But if you don't mind me asking, do you remember how you got um...so banged up? Was it that knight?"

".....yes. I...w-went against their word, and delivered the grand prize to my contestants. Then out of nowhere, I felt this pain and...e-everything went dark after that." Tenna clutched at his arms, as though afraid they weren't there. "I'm okay now, though. Susie and her friends fixed me up. But you made me feel like brand new."

Standing up, he looked down at you with a warm smile. "And in turn, I've made you the happiest you've been in a long time! Am I right or am I wrong?" He tossed his hands up in glee.

You couldn't protest that. If he had seen everything that happened in the Dreemurr household, then surely...he's heard all the things you've said to him back in your world.

Everything from your chronic pain, to how different you felt from your peers, and to how silly yet comforting it was talking to a television set. He knew so much about you, so it's no wonder he wanted to tell you so much about himself.

"Yeah. You did. I really do enjoy watching those programs after school."

"....you do?"

His change of tone was like an emotional whiplash, and you were confused as he began tapping his fingers together nervously. "They haven't...bored you yet?"

"No. Why do you ask that, Tenna?" You tilted your head, seeing him now looking down at the floor. In that moment, you swear you heard him sniffling. "What's wrong?"

"N-Nothing. I just...wanna take a quick survey. Do you like sports? What's your favorite part of TV Time-?"

"Are you afraid that...I'll get bored of you, too?"

Judging from how he shrank significantly--becoming even smaller than you---your answer was right on the money. You felt bad for even asking him that, but you didn't want him to hide anything else from you.

"I'm sorry. Even after all this time, I...I-I still feel useless." A spotlight illuminated him as his antenna drooped once more, his screen going completely black. "I admit it. I'm outdated. I don't come with any updates. I know nothing about apps, or streaming, or the Internet. I can't even come up with new segments for my gameshow!! You were fully committed to fixing me, and yet...this is all I can offer. The same reruns, the same weather reports, the same quizzes, same prizes..the same....everything!" He clutched his head, falling to his knees. "I'm sorry if it's not enough. I...I try my best. I just...don't wanna become junk.."

Hearing his words only made your heart sink further. Susie definitely didn't say anything about him having all this unresolved trauma in her note.

But...you wanted to comfort him.

Even though you're still convinced this was all nothing more than a dream, you were feeling a certain type of guilt that would probably haunt you if you woke up.

You were determined to help him, and prove that you wanted him to stay with you.

Somehow this world knew your exact thoughts, and reacted accordingly by projecting a spotlight onto you. You didn't mind the soft music playing in the background, nor the hush from the invisible audience.

Instead you just looked at Tenna. "Why would I wanna get rid of you? Meeting you was the best thing that's ever happened to me."

His antenna twitched slightly.

"Listen, I know how it feel to seem "boring". After my accident, nobody really wanted to hang out with me anymore, and...tinkering with machines is all I'm really good at. Moving into a new town didn't make me feel much better. I still felt useless. Like I'd never amount to anything. But now? I'm happy knowing that I've been able to help you with my skills. My parents were pretty proud of me...but you might've already heard that, huh?"

"........."

Continuing, you sighed. "Honestly? Modern TV is kinda overrated. There's too many commercials, too many things locked behind "yearly plans"....it takes all the fun out of watching it. But with your shows, I don't have to worry about any of that crap. I needed an escape from reality, and repairing you, talking to you...has made me feel less lonely. It helped me forget my pain. It made me feel like I've gained a friend." You smiled warmly, hoping he could see it. "You've helped me more than you realize, too. Plus, you saved me from that scary knight back there."

He could feel a squeeze on his heart, and he sniffled again, slowly looking up at you. "Y-You...think of me as a friend?"

"Of course." You wheeled closer, holding your hand out to him. "I don't regret fixing you, Tenna. Not one bit."

"So...you're truly happy with me? Are you sure my broadcasts are good enough?"

"They're more than good. They're marvelous." You chuckled at the way his screen flickered back to normal, his mouth completely agape.

"Marvelous??"

Just like that, the dramatic spotlights were gone. His size changed back to normal, and his grin was wider than ever before. "Oh, thank you!! Thank you!!!" He shook your hand vigorously, as though he was accepting the Nobel peace prize. "I knew I wasn't boring you yet! I knew it all along! I'll never doubt you ever again!"

"Sure, haha." You smile back, letting his hand go as he pulled a microphone out of thin air. "So..I don't think I wanna wake up just yet. What should we do now?"

"I'm glad you asked!" He laughed. "I have a plan to repay you for all your generosity! Have you always wanted to be on one of my shows???" Holding the microphone to you, you blinked for a moment, flustered that you were being put on the spot.

"A-Ah..well-"

"Oh what am I saying? Of COURSE you do!! Well, my dear friend, you're in luck! Because NOW'S YOUR CHANCE TO LIVE THAT REALITY!!"

"...wait wha-"

With the snap of his fingers, the lights in the decrepit area suddenly cut out, and when they came back on--you found yourself on a colorful stage, sitting in front of a podium with a smaller microphone. Behind you was a large screen with the "TV TIME" logo displayed, and in front of you was an audience of creatures made from shadows.

They were all applauding and cheering, the volume growing tenfold as Tenna appeared beside you, bowing.

It was exactly like the program you loved to watch.

Only this time, you were the star.

"THAAAT'S RIGHT, FOLKS! We are officially off hiatus and back on the air! Isn't that wonderful?" He clasped his hands together, before gesturing to you. "And we could all thank our lovely contestant for that! So let's give 'em a hand, everyone!"

Bashful at all of this attention, you waved politely to the crowd, who was already throwing flowers onto the stagefloor. You managed to catch one and rest it on your podium, grinning.

This was definitely one vivid dream you were having, but you were looking forward to whatever Tenna had in store for you this "episode".

"Now let's jump right into our first round! Don't touch that dial! Beeeecauuuuse....IT'S. T.V. TIIIIME!!!"

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Both me and my friend felt nostalgic so we made Techno and Philza into Honkai Star Rail characters

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GO READ IT. IT'S FUCKING AWESOME

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[technikerin23]

HOME IS WHERE THE HEART IS✧ ೃ༄*ੈ✩

the children of okhema would never miss the chance to play house with the prince of kremnos and his beautiful princess.

mydei x reader cw: fem. reader, fluff, children, phainon appears, soft mydei :) slight angst but it's nothing intense, not proofread

"they're just like the couple from the stories we read!"

in the garden of life, two siblings were staring intensely at you and your lover, mydei, tease the infamous verax leo.

"they are! [name] definitely fits the description of a princess!" the younger sister, penelope, said to her older sister, ellie.

ellie nodded her head in excitement. "yes and sir mydei..."

the two went quiet as they thought of the right words to use.

"is he like the scary dragon that sweeps the princess away?" penelope pondered with a hand on her chin. ellie shook her head, "i don't think so. maybe the evil merman who tries to sink her ship?"

penelope disagreed with her sister's idea, gosh this was difficult for their young brains!

"i got it!" penelope shouted excitedly, "the barbarian who kidnapped princess [name] from her kingdom!"

ellie gasped in shock at her sister's brilliant brain. "penelope, you're a genius!"

"didn't your parents ever teach you it's rude to talk about people behind their backs?"

the girls squealed as mydei's baritone voice came from behind them.

"h-he's gonna get us!" ellie held onto her sister for dear life. "we're going to be fed to his lion!"

penelope had tears start to brim her eyes at the thought of being eaten by verax leo. she's seen that lion bite people's hands!

mydei panicked as he noticed the fear on the two girls' faces, he kneeled in front of them. "t-there is no need to be scared. apologies if i frightened you two." mydei did his best to smile at the sisters, but that only made things worse.

"o-oh my god, ellie, he's going to eat us!" penelope cried out as a flash of hurt crossed mydei's face.

he could already here the whispers around him.

'he's scaring the children? a true kremnoan.'

'where are those girls' parents? he's going to hurt them...'

"is everything okay here?" your gentle voice broke through the tension. "l-lady [name]!' ellie said as she ran up to hug your legs, almost knocking the two freshly bought cups of gelato out of your hands.

"p-please save us from the barbarian," penelope said as she ran to your other leg. you looked at mydei in confusion, but the way he avoided meeting your eyes was enough for you to figure out what was going on here.

"barbarian? silly girls, i don't see a barbarian anywhere." the sisters let go of your legs, and you crouched down to their eye level. "you don't?" ellie said, her tears now dry.

you handed each of the girls the treat, which was initially met for you and mydei. "no, all i see is a handsome prince and his two loyal sidekicks."

"a handsome prince?" ellie said in wonder as she peeked at mydei, who now stood next to you with his arms crossed.

"his two loyal sidekicks?" penelope said with barely concealed excitement.

"we're the prince's sidekicks!" they said at the same time with big smiles. "that's right! and the prince's sidekicks always say thank you to him for paying for the treats!" you gestured to the treats in their hands.

"t-thank you, lord mydei." ellie said sheepishly.

penelope nodded, "thank you for being a nice guy! w-we're sorry for calling you a barbarian..."

mydei simply shook his head, "don't worry about it," he paused and put a gentle hand on each of the girls' heads. "a prince could never be upset at his two loyal sidekicks." he ruffled their hair.

the girls giggled as an idea popped into ellie's head. "prince, we have to help you protect princess [name]!" penelope nodded in agreement.

"yes, we can't let anyone take her from you!"

mydei laughed as he looked at you, "there's no need to worry about that. i'm strong enough to not let anything take her away from me." you smiled at his sincerity, knowing he was speaking the honest truth.

"you may be strong enough to protect her from evil, but what about from another man?" ellie said matter of factly. "yeah, another man!" penelope said, piggybacking off her older sister.

you smiled nervously at the three of them, knowing this wasn't going to end well. "that'll never happen."

mydei's happy expression turned stone cold as he ignored your words, "another man?" he said to himself. ellie took it upon herself to continue this story of hers. "yeah, like what about..." she scanned the area at the same time a certain white haired chrysos heir walked into the garden, "him!"

mydei felt a sinister smile take over his face as he looked to where ellie's finger was pointing, one the girls tried to copy. "yeah him!" penelope said with an 'evil' smile.

you thought she looked quite adorable and decided to play along. with an overly dramatic gasp, you put a hand to your heart. "do you girls really think duke phainon would try to take me from prince mydei?"

"who wouldn't want you for themselves?" mydei answered in their stead, eyes not leaving the unsuspecting phainon. penelope nodded, "duke phainon... the prince's rival in both battle and [name]'s heart!"

ellie grabbed a stick off the ground, breaking it in half and handing the other half to penelope. "we'll take him down for you, prince!"

"w-wait-" you tried to intervene only to be cut off by mydei. "this is why you both are my most loyal sidekicks. if you defeat him," he stood between the two of them, "i'll give you half of my land."

"we struck gold penelope!"

"we did, ellie! wait what do we do with land?" penelope's question went unanswered as ellie started to run straight towards phainon. penelope wasted no time to follow after her sister.

you watched as mydei snickered to himself, yelling out, "hit him in the knees and ankles!"

you could faintly hear phainon letting out surprised yelps.

"he's never going to let you live this down," you shook your head in faux disappointment.

"he'll have more important matters to worry about," mydei let out another laugh as he watched ellie try to poke phainon's eye with the stick.

just as you predicted, phainon was not going to let this go easily.

"mydei, you absolute menace!" phainon’s voice rang out through the garden, followed by the sound of frantic footsteps. ellie and penelope were cackling as they chased him, their sticks raised like weapons of war. "call off your tiny assassins!"

"assassins?" ellie gasped, eyes shining. "prince mydei, can we be your royal assassins too?"

"absolutely," mydei grinned, clearly enjoying himself. "but first, you have to prove yourselves by defeating duke phainon."

"you're a tyrant!" phainon accused, dodging a swing from ellie. "lady [name], are you really going to stand by and let this happen?"

you sighed, pressing a hand to your forehead. "girls, maybe we should show mercy?"

"mercy?" penelope repeated, looking at you like you’d just said the most ridiculous thing in the world. "but he's the prince’s rival!"

"he’s also a duke, and dukes have a lot of money," you pointed out, a knowing glint in your eyes. "and if he’s grateful enough for your mercy, he might even reward you."

phainon perked up immediately. "yes! i’ll pay you both handsomely to stop attacking me!"

ellie and penelope paused, considering the offer.

"how much?" ellie asked, lowering her stick slightly.

"enough for you to buy all the sweets in the market," phainon bargained, straightening his coat.

the girls turned to mydei, seeking his input. mydei smirked, crossing his arms. "a true prince values loyalty over gold," he said, playing into their game. "but... i suppose even the best assassins have to make a living."

ellie and penelope huddled together in deep discussion before finally coming to a decision.

"okay, duke phainon," penelope said, pointing her stick at him one last time. "we accept your offer. you live to see another day!"

"oh, thank the heavens," phainon exhaled dramatically, brushing dust off his sleeves. he shot mydei a glare. "you're raising a pair of little mercenaries, you know that?"

"loyal mercenaries," mydei corrected, looking thoroughly pleased with himself.

the chaos soon enough calmed down, phainon now being dragged around like a doll. (he looked tired, but you could by the small smile on his face he was enjoying himself).

"lady [name], since prince mydei is your true love, does that mean you’re going to have a grand royal wedding?"

"yeah!" penelope gasped, eyes shining. "like in the stories! with a big castle, and a golden carriage, and—ooh! a feast with an endless dessert table!"

you blinked, caught off guard by their enthusiasm. "well, uh—"

"of course," mydei interrupted smoothly, tightening his hold on your hand. "the grandest wedding my kingdom has ever seen."

your face warmed at his confidence. "i don’t recall agreeing to that."

"why wouldn’t you?" mydei smirked. "who else could be worthy of you?"

"so humble," phainon muttered under his breath, dusting off his blazer.

"i want to throw the petals," penelope declared proudly. "but only if they’re pink."

"and i’ll be the royal wedding protector!" ellie added, brandishing her stick. "i’ll make sure no evil villains crash the ceremony!"

"me too!" penelope joined in, striking a battle-ready pose. "no scary mermen or evil barbarians allowed!"

mydei chuckled, clearly entertained. "i’ll be counting on you both."

you sighed in defeat, though you couldn't help but smile at their enthusiasm. "i suppose i have no choice but to accept my fate then."

phainon scoffed, adjusting his cuffs. "i pity whoever has to sit through a wedding planned by these two."

"oh, you’re invited, duke phainon," ellie grinned mischievously. "but only if you survive long enough to attend."

phainon paled slightly, taking a step back. "you’re both terrifying."

"thank you!" the sisters chirped in unison.

as mydei pulled you closer, his lips brushed against your temple in a whisper of victory. "see? even the children know we’re meant to be."

you rolled your eyes, but your heart betrayed you with its quickened pace. "remind me again why i put up with you?"

"because you love me," mydei said with a grin.

you huffed, but your smile gave you away.

i loved writing this, probably won't be the last we see penelope and ellie! :)

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truly, it was never tribbie's intention to get you two to admit your feelings like this!

mydei x fem. reader 2.7k words

cw: chrysos heir fem. reader, mydei being soft, confessions, tribbie playing matchmaker, fluff :) girl dad mydei supremacy, not proofread whoops

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mydei and tribbie stared at you expectantly. tribbie's eyes full of childhood expectancy and innocence. whereas mydei's naturally looked fierce and piercing.

"we must go lady [name], we can't live with the regret of not snatching this deal!"

you were previously doing research on the skies above, trying to find out more about the nameless from above per agalea's request when suddenly tribbie and mydeimos appeared, raving about a deal a favorited reasturant around okhema currently has.

'THREE GUESTS, FREE ALL YOU CAN EAT!' said the flyer tribbie held up to your face. and of course, in very fine print in the corner of the page read, 'with the purchase of our famed wine starting at-' yeah, it was better off not reading the price for your own sanity.

"ah but tribbie, i don't really have the time to-- s-stop with the puppy eyes!" you quickly diverted your gaze to mydei, who naturally looked unbothered by the ordeal. "gods, how did she manage to rope you into this too?"

mydei crossed his arms, "there was no need for persuasion when the opportunity to taste new foods is presented." he had a pleased expression, as if already imagining the endless amount of food he could eat.

"ah, makes sense, i'm sure it takes a lot of calories to maintain all your muscle?" you felt comforted at how relaxed he seemed, it was rare to see such a display. though, his calm demeanor shifted at your words, a faint pink hue taking over. "l-lady [name], it is mandatory to maintain such a build as a kremnoan."

you couldn't help but smile at his flustered reaction, the sharp contrast to his usual confident demeanor amusing. "i see, so it’s part of the job, huh?" you teased lightly,

mydei quickly composed himself, though the pink tint didn't quite fade. "indeed, it is a cultural necessity," he said with a slight tilt of his head, his usual confident posture returning, but there was a hint of something shy in his eyes now. "the kremnoans believe that strength is not just a physical attribute but a reflection of our spirit and endurance."

you couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of admiration for his pride in his culture, his heritage. "that’s... really admirable, mydei," you murmured, genuinely impressed. mydei let out a confident thank you as your attention went back to tribbie, who seemed to be giggling to herself.

"what about trianne and trinnon? that's three of you there, why bring us into it?"

tribbie's giggles stopped immediately, as if she wasn't prepared for this question. "w-well uh, we.. we needed an adult to enter! yeah, i'll bring back plenty of leftovers for trianne and trinnon." tribbie sent you an award winning smile.

you raised an eyebrow, not entirely convinced by tribbie's explanation. "an adult, huh?" you said, crossing your arms. "and you just happened to think of us as the 'adults' in this scenario?"

tribbie's smile wavered slightly, but she quickly regained her composure, nodding enthusiastically. "yep! absolutely! you're, uh, very mature and responsible, after all." she added with a wink, clearly trying to steer the conversation away from the awkwardness.

you couldn't help but chuckle at her attempt. "mm, sure, we’ll go with that. but don’t think we’ve forgotten about trianne and trinnon. you'd better keep your promise."

her grin returned with your subtle agreement to accompany them. "of course! i'll make sure they get the best of it. you'll see!"

the three of you began to embark on the short walk to the infamous restaurant when suddenly, tribbie stopped. "such a beautiful day on okhema," tribbie said honestly, which you agreed with. "yeah, the air feels extra refreshing today." mydei nodded in agreement.

tribbie smiled, "i could close my eyes and let the wind guide me!" she said as she closed her eyes. mydei tsked, "if you're gonna close your eyes and walk, at least hold onto one of us."

mydei parent mode: activated.

tribble giggled, "you're very right, de. me and trianne hold trinnon's hands whenever she's feeling shy, that way she knows we're here for her!"

you smiled at her cuteness, having witnessed the three of them skipping hand in hand through okhema once.

"in fact, you and [name] should hold hands!" mydei's eyes widened at her words.

mydei's cheeks flushed, a deep pink quickly spreading across his face. "w-what?" he stammered, clearly caught off guard by tribbie’s suggestion.

you couldn’t help but chuckle at his reaction, the sudden shift in his usual composed demeanor amusing. "hold hands, huh?" you said, teasing him lightly. "that’s an interesting idea."

tribbie, always one to push things further, grinned from ear to ear. "oh, come on, you two! it's just a little hand-holding!" she said, her excitement uncontainable.

mydei cleared his throat, his eyes darting between you and tribbie, looking more than a little uncomfortable. "i... i don’t think that’s necessary," he mumbled, though the slight awkwardness in his voice made it clear he wasn’t entirely opposed to the idea.

you noticed the little flush in his cheeks and decided to make it a little more fun. "well, mydei, it’s not a bad idea. it could be... comforting, right?"

tribbie bounced up and down, clearly enjoying the playful tension. "exactly! see, it's just like how trianne and trinnon always hold my hands! nothing to be shy about!"

mydei sighed, clearly resigned to the playful teasing, but his gaze softened when he glanced at you. "i suppose... i could... hold your hand for a moment, if you insist."

mydei offered a polite hand to you, one you gently took. tribbie happily made her way to your other side, taking ahold of your other hand.

with your hands now occupied, you couldn’t help but smile at the unexpected warmth of the situation. tribbie hummed happily, swinging your arm gently as the three of you continued down the path toward the restaurant. mydei, though still looking a bit stiff, seemed to relax slightly, his fingers lightly brushing against yours.

"see? nothing to it," tribbie chirped, clearly pleased with herself for orchestrating this moment. she glanced up at mydei, her grin widening. "feels good, doesn’t it? to be connected like this?"

mydei glanced at the ground for a moment, his face still flushed, but after a brief pause, he gave a small nod. "i suppose it does... in a way," he admitted, his voice softening. "it’s... not so bad."

you squeezed his hand gently, offering a reassuring smile. "i’m glad to hear that," you said warmly.

tribbie giggled, looking between you both with delight. "see, i told you it would be fun! you two are the best!"

the gentle breeze rustled through the trees above, the atmosphere feeling lighter with the shared connection between the three of you. mydei’s earlier unease slowly melted away as he began to fall into the rhythm of the moment, his grip on your hand becoming a little more comfortable. you could almost feel the unspoken bond strengthening, even in the simplest of gestures.

soon enough, the restaurant came into view.

and the first thing that greeted you was well...

trianne?

"um trianne? why-"

"WELCOME esteemed guests," trianne was quick to cut you off, fixing her bowtie and faux mustache. "trianne's name is uh," she paused for a second, silently looking at tribbie as they seemed to have a quick telepathic exchange, "trixie! and trixie will be your server."

you glaced around at the completely vacant restaurant and then to mydei, who looked completely unimpressed.

you blinked, unsure whether to laugh or be concerned. the sight of trianne, dressed in a bowtie and sporting a poorly attached faux mustache, was... certainly unexpected. it was hard to take her seriously, especially with the way she was trying so hard to sound official.

"trixie, huh?" you repeated, raising an eyebrow. "that’s quite a transformation. i don’t think i’ve seen a more... professional server before."

trianne—no, trixie—straightened her back, putting on her best exaggerated smile. "ah, yes, trixie at your service!" she said, adopting an overly dramatic tone that only made the situation even more ridiculous. "what can trixie get for you today, esteemed guests? something spectacular perhaps?" she added, gesturing to the empty restaurant with grand flair.

you glanced around at the vacant tables, your confusion growing. "uh, i don’t see anyone else here... are we the only customers today?"

mydei let out a long sigh, clearly unimpressed. "seems like it... but i'm not sure if this is quite what i expected from a well-known establishment," he muttered under his breath, folding his arms. "though, it is rather joyous to see them having fun like this."

you agreed with him, "might as well entertain them!"

"follow me right this way, tribbie, de, and [nickname]!" you let out a giggle and silently followed after the young girl. mydei just now letting go of your hand to pull out your chair for you, tribbie not far behind.

you cleared your throat ,"is there a menu-"

"NO! we uh, are very limited so chef trinnon's specialty will be served!"

as if on cue, the sound of loud crashing and a soft yelp was heard from the kitchen.

you blinked, your concern growing as the crash echoed through the restaurant. tribbie, looking almost too relaxed, simply leaned over and whispered, "it’s fine, they do this all the time."

mydei didn’t seem as convinced. he was already halfway to the kitchen, his face set with a mixture of concern and curiosity. you, not wanting to be left out, quickly followed behind him, tribbie trailing casually.

as you reached the kitchen entrance, you could see trinnon—covered in flour and surrounded by shattered plates. "o-oh sorry," trinnon said softly. she looked around sheepishly. distracted by the eyes on her, she forgot to turn off the stove and the boiling water began to overflow.

"oh no," trinnon said softly and was about to get up to turn off the stove but mydei was quicker. "you are all much too young to be alone in a kitchen," there was a rough edge to his voice, but it was all out of love. mydei was quick to pick up the glass shards left by the plates, he then grabbed a damp towel and began to wipe the flour off of trinnon's face.

"i… i didn't mean for this to happen," trinnon mumbled, her face flushed with embarrassment. "i just wanted to make something special for everyone…"

"you will, don’t worry," mydei said softly, his voice calming as he gently lifted trinnon's chin, wiping the last of the flour from her face. "but for now, let’s just make sure you’re okay."

you couldn’t help but watch with a warm feeling in your chest, seeing the way mydei balanced his strength with kindness. he had a way of caring that wasn’t always obvious at first, but moments like this made it clear just how much he looked out for the people around him.

tribbie, who had been standing at the doorway watching the whole scene unfold, gave a small chuckle. "oh, this is just like when mama took care of us," she said with a hint of sadness.

you and mydei shared a look of sadness for the poor trio.

trinnon, now feeling a bit more at ease, smiled shyly. "thank you, mydei… and sorry again."

"no need to apologize," mydei replied, his voice now calm and steady. "just be more careful next time, okay? you all go sit back down, i'll show you the cooking skills of a true kremnoan."

with the situation finally under control, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief. "well, looks like we’re in good hands after all," you said, nudging tribbie lightly. "this meal might take a little longer, but i’m sure it'll be worth it."

tribbie grinned, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "oh, it’ll be worth it. i mean, with de in charge, we’re basically guaranteed five-star kremnoan cuisine!" she said, giving mydei a playful salute as he turned back to the stove, his brow furrowed in concentration.

you chuckled, shaking your head. "you really do have a way of making everything more interesting, don’t you, tribbie?"

"what can i say?" she shrugged with a smile. "life’s more fun when you don’t take it too seriously!"

you and the three young girls made your way back to the table. smiling hand in hand.

sitting down, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of gratitude. there was something comforting about this strange, yet warm, situation. the way everyone was so quick to pitch in and take care of each other—it was a bond that went beyond the usual social niceties.

"so girls, care to tell me what today was for?" you question gently as the three of them chuckle nervously. "w-we see the way you and mydei look at each other," tribbie started. "trianne wanted to set you both up on a date, but we weren't sure how to go about it."

"trianne found a romance book in castorice's bag, it was so slay, slay! we had to follow it!" trianne said with a big smile on her face.

"it seemed like a good idea in the moment," trinnon said softly.

you smiled at the three of them, at such a heart warming moment. "thank you for the attempt, but... i-is my crush on mydei really that noticeable?" you hid your face in your hands, not noticing how the footsteps behind you seemed to halt or the sound of the three girls giving each other high-fives.

trianne let out a mischievous giggle, "we'll let the two of you talk it out!"

mydei looked at the door for a second, his expression unreadable, then finally turned his gaze back to you. "so... seems like things are... out in the open now," he said softly, his voice surprisingly calm.

you finally peeked out from behind your hands, only to find him looking at you with the faintest hint of a smile. "i guess so," you mumbled, still feeling the heat of embarrassment.

mydei’s smile softened, and for the first time, you noticed the way his eyes held a certain warmth—almost as if he were relieved, too. "well, i suppose it was only a matter of time before they figured it out," he said, his voice quiet but sincere, "i do not think i was the best at hiding my feelings either." he admitted while avoiding eye contact.

"w-wait does that mean you really-" the amount of surprise in your voice caught mydei by surprise as he let out a small laugh. "how could i not be enamored by your beauty and strength? after fighting alongside someone as worthy as you, it was only a matter of time before i fell hard."

your heart skipped a beat as his words settled in, the weight of his confession sinking in. you couldn’t believe what you were hearing, and your mind raced to process it all. mydei—mydei—had been feeling the same way? your face flushed, and you struggled to find your voice.

"i… i didn’t know," you stammered, still processing his words. "i thought—i mean, i didn’t want to assume anything. you’ve always been so... calm and composed around me."

mydei finally met your gaze, and there was something vulnerable in his eyes that you hadn’t seen before. he looked almost unsure for a moment, as if searching for the right words. "i was careful not to let my feelings cloud my judgment," he explained, his voice softening. "but after everything we've been through together... it became harder to deny what was growing inside me." he paused, a faint blush coloring his cheeks. "you... are extraordinary. your strength, your courage, your heart—i couldn't help but be drawn to you."

"now then, please enjoy the meal i made for the all of us."

your heart raced, but in that moment, everything felt right. "yes," you said softly, your words steady and sure. "i’d like that."

bonus:

earlier that day

"de, could you accompany [nickname] and us-"

"yes."

tribbie scratched the back of her head, "it was that easy to convince you?"

"why would i need any convincing when [name] is involved?" mydei said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"wow, he's got it bad. we probably didn't need to break into that reasturant..."

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Ingo's first meeting with his great great grandma! I think it's going well! (It's not.)

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E: a possible combination of all 4.

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May I request some Will Graham x Werewolf Male Reader? I can imagine Will taking home another stray dog he stumbled upon while driving home at night, totally doesn't care that the dog looks more like a wolf than husky with it's dark fur 🐺

Really smart like covering Will with a blanket when he fell asleep on the couch while doing work and making sure Hannibal don't snoop around Will's stuff when he comes over. Will became ever more conscious of how smart his new pup is after the dog apparently called Hannibal from Will's contact and barked into the phone to let the psychiatrist know that something was wrong (cuz Reader can't turn back into his human form and blow up his disguise) and Hannibal drove all the way from Baltimore to Wolf Trap in the middle of the night to find Will having seizure on the floor and Reader (still wolf) standing beside him so eerily while looking at Hannibal like 'Help him or else'. Such a good boy XD

And if Will ever catch his dog sneaking away into the woods and witnessed the dark furry figure turn/transform into a man, well... Let's just say he'll probably have quite a hot view cuz turning back into a human with no clothes on is just the most logical thing, right? ( ͡⁠°⁠ ͜⁠ʖ⁠ ͡⁠°) (I never understood how werewolf turn back into a human with at least pants on) Maybe nsfw after that? It's up to you.

So, I was taken aback by this request, but not in a bad way. Like I never thought about this, but it also makes sense when connecting the dots. I didn't include much background info about the male reader, just Will finding him and when he discovers you're actually a werewolf. No explicit smut, but mentions of it. Hope you enjoy!

A Stray In Wolf Trap

pairing: will graham x male reader tags: you're a werewolf, but act like a dog, mentions of hannibal but isn't much of a focus, will is freaky, no he doesn't have sex with a wolf, but his morals are questionable, squint to see you being jealous of hannibal

Will should’ve known better than to pick up yet another stray dog. He had too many already, and the last thing he needed was to put more responsibilities upon himself when he was on the verge of a mental breakdown. Yet, on that chilly Virginia night, when his headlights swept across your dark, wolfish silhouette by the side of the road, he couldn’t just drive by. Something deep in his gut pulled him to stop, and if there was any place you belonged, he decided, it was in his home.

He coaxed you into the passenger seat with gentle words and a leftover half-eaten burger. You almost looked more wolf than dog, but Will dismissed that creeping thought. He tried to convince himself it was your thick coat, the slope of your muzzle. Maybe just a large husky mix that no one cared for. Either way, he promised to put up “found pet” notices. It was only a matter of days—or so he told himself—until someone claimed you.

Days turned into weeks. Weeks into a month. You settled into Will’s life seamlessly. You had your own space in a corner by the fireplace, though you were clever enough to saunter over and curl yourself at Will’s feet whenever you sensed tension coiling around him. It amazed him how soothing your presence was—and how quickly you learned his rhythms. On nights when Will tossed and turned, or fell asleep over cold files on the couch, he’d wake to find a blanket draped over him, your enormous head resting on your paws as if to watch him.

“You’re too smart for your own good,” Will murmured one morning, giving your ears a gentle scratch. “You almost make the other dogs look ordinary.”

He’d laugh it off, attributing the thought to his own habit of anthropomorphizing animals. He spoke to you like a person. But it wasn’t long before even Hannibal, who occasionally dropped by for sessions—or to ‘check’ on Will—took notice. In fact, he commented the moment he walked through the front door and you placed yourself squarely between him and Will.

“What an exceptional creature,” Hannibal mused with a polite, curious smile, though his gaze was calculating. You bared your teeth in a near-silent warning, matching his intensity.

Despite your mistrust of Hannibal, you were fiercely protective of Will. When Hannibal tried to wander into Will’s study uninvited, you ghosted after him on silent paws, letting out a low growl. And though Will didn’t see that particular exchange, Hannibal calmly backed off. Will had no clue that “his dog” was the reason Hannibal stayed so carefully within polite boundaries.

One awful night, everything changed. Will had been battling the encroaching migraines and suspected encephalitis for weeks, but this was the first time it struck so suddenly and violently. You caught him right as he started seizing, crashing to the ground in an unsteady tangle of limbs.

Panic crashed through you. You couldn’t turn back into your human form—not here, not when Will might see, not when Hannibal was the nearest professional who could help. You pawed at Will’s phone, pressing the screen with a careful claw until you found the contact for Dr. Lecter. You tapped it, pressing your muzzle to the mic once you heard the line connect. A frantic bark. Then another. Somehow—maybe from the tension in your voice, or the static of your breath—Hannibal understood. A clipped, urgent, “I’m on my way,” preceded the call ending.

When Hannibal arrived, Will was still unconscious on the floor, his limbs occasionally jerking with aftershocks of the seizure. You stood over him, ears pricked sharply, your eyes flicking to Hannibal with an almost human intelligence. If the doctor did not act, you silently warned, there would be consequences. Hannibal gently coaxed you aside, calling an ambulance and administering emergency aid. Will awoke in the hospital later, disoriented but alive, Hannibal seated at his bedside. You waited at home, anxious and pacing until Will returned—but, ultimately, relieved he was safe.

Time passed. Will’s treatments began to stabilize him. You remained at his side through every moment of his recovery. His resolve to put up “found dog” notices weakened month by month. He cherished your presence too much now. You were so quiet, so fiercely loyal, and helped ease his nightmares in a way even the other dogs couldn’t. But Will’s curiosity about your intelligence never was ignored.

It was four months after your arrival when Will caught you leaving the house around midnight. You slipped through the back door, trotting into the tree line as if you had a destination in mind. Will, who never did sleep well, threw on boots and followed.

He almost lost you in the thick of the forest, but he heard the faint crackle of leaves and found you standing in a small clearing. He nearly stopped breathing when your body began to contort. Fur receded into smooth skin. Joints cracked, rearranging themselves, muzzle shrinking into the shape of a human face. And just like that, you stood there, naked under the moonlight: a man.

You froze, feeling that Will was near and had seen everything. Turning to the trees, you saw his eyes locked on you—wide and in disbelief.

A rush of terror and relief coursed through you in equal measure. You’d wanted him to know—but not like this, with you bare and vulnerable. Will’s chest rose and fell as though he couldn’t decide if this was a nightmare or some near-hallucinatory dream. Time stretched. Will approached slowly. He took off his jacket, his voice low and soft—much like when he’d found you on the roadside.

“You must be freezing.”

Typical Will. Only he could witness a seamless transformation from wolf to human and think about your comfort first. His quiet empathy nearly undid you. Gently, he stepped forward and draped his old, worn jacket around your shoulders. The fabric smelled of him—coffee and soap, a hint of the wooden floors back home.

Will keeps his gaze on your face, though you see a faint flush darkening his cheeks; he’s careful not to linger on your naked body. He swallowed hard, Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat.

“I—I should ask what you are,” he said, his voice trembling slightly, “but somehow it makes sense, in a way.” He met your eyes, breath fogging in the cool air. “All those little things—how you understood me, how you guarded me. I thought I was projecting.” A shaky laugh escaped him. “Turns out the profiler wasn’t imagining monsters—he was living with one.”

The word monster made your chest tighten. You opened your mouth to apologize, to explain—but Will’s hand came up, thumb brushing the corner of your lips. “Not a monster,” he said, voice steadying. “Just different. And still mine.”

The claim sent a flush through you. “I was scared you’d run.”

“I almost did,” he admitted, shoulders sagging with honesty. “But then I remembered how it felt when I woke up after the seizure and you were the only thing between me and the dark.” His eyes shone, damp in the moonlight. “If you’d wanted to hurt me, you’d have done it long ago.”

You swallowed, throat thick. “I never could.”

“I know.” He reached for your hand, twining his fingers through yours. “Come on. Let’s go home before you catch cold.”

You nodded, not trusting your voice to stay steady. When you reached the tree line and the scattered lights from Will’s house came into view, you paused. Part of you felt that crossing that threshold—going inside as a human—was a point of no return. In wolf form, you had retreated from the world’s expectations, from fear of rejection or exposure. But there was no retreat now, not when he’d seen you, heard you, and still wanted you near.

Will seemed to sense the hesitation, pulling at you like an invisible tether. He turned, offering an encouraging half-smile before opening the door. The other dogs greeted you both with sleepy wags, unperturbed by your new form—proof that, to them, you’d always been pack. Will guided you to the bathroom, turning on the shower and testing the water with careful fingers.

“You should warm up,” he said, voice a notch huskier in the small, steamy room. He stepped back to leave, but you caught his wrist.

“Stay?”

Color rose to his cheeks, but he nodded. Clothes hit the floor in soft thumps. Steam curled around his shoulders, glistening on skin you’d only brushed in moonlit frenzy. Under the water, you washed away dirt and leaves; Will’s gentle hands lathered soap along your spine, fingertips mapping every scar the forest had never seen.

When he turned you to face him, his vulnerability was laid bare—eyes dark with want, but shining with fear that you’d disappear when the water stopped. “I need to say it,” he breathed, palms framing your face. “If you leave now—if I wake up and you’re gone—I don’t know what will happen to the little sanity I have left.”

A growl—soft, protective—rumbled in your chest. You pressed your forehead to his. “I’m not leaving, Will. Not tonight, not ever, unless you ask me to.”

Relief loosened something inside him; Will surged up to kiss you, water cascading between parted lips. The shower’s hiss masked the broken sounds you both made as need bled into touch—his slick hands sliding down your ribs, yours bracing against the tile while he explored every new plane of your body. “I’ve needed you—more than I realized. Even before I knew…knew you were…” Will swallowed, clearly grappling with how to phrase what you were, what you meant. “What if you decide this was a mistake?—”

You silenced him with a gentle kiss. “I can’t leave you, Will. I won’t.” A surge of protectiveness flared inside your chest. You knew how fragile his psyche could be, how much he second-guessed himself, how the world’s cruelty had left him constantly braced for the worst. Will’s breath hitched at the promise in your words. He let his head drop back, exposing the gentle curve of his throat. You pressed your mouth there, tasting the dampness of his skin.

By the time you stumbled to the bed, droplets clung to your skin like stars. Will pushed you gently onto the mattress, straddling your thighs. “Tell me if it’s too much,” you whispered, brushing wet curls from his brow.

“It’s enough,” he answered, hips rocking forward. “It’s everything.”

And indeed, it was everything.

Sheets twisted, breaths hitched. You moved slowly at first—careful of the lingering ache from the shift, careful of the fragile glass of Will’s trust—until his nails dug crescents into your shoulders and caution gave way to raw, pulsing rhythm. Each thrust was a promise: I’m here. I’m real. I’m yours. Will met you with desperate little noises, gasping your name like a litany.

Now, with the rush of climax behind you both, you felt his breathing slow against your skin. You stayed tucked against his neck, exchanging soft, caressing kisses over the rapid flutter of his pulse. Slowly, you became aware of how tightly he clung to you—arms looped around your waist, chest rising in small, trembling exhales.

He was so warm, so alive against you. It hit you all at once: despite every secret you’d kept, every fear of rejection, you were here, in this moment, wanted. You might have stayed there indefinitely—content to savor the soft hush of his breaths and the subtle brush of his lips on your shoulder. But then Will’s whisper came, and it pulled you from the reverie.

“You feel like home,” he murmured, voice hoarse with emotion.

The quiet admission struck a chord deep inside your chest. You lifted your head, gazing down at him. His curls were plastered to his forehead, lashes damp, pupils still wide with after‑shock. Yet the rawness that had shone in his eyes moments ago was softened now—replaced by something gentler, steadier. Belonging. In that moment, it felt like no distance existed between you, as though you’d known each other for much longer than a few months.

“You feel like home,” he said again, but with more conviction.

Your throat tightened. Home. It was a concept you’d almost forgotten—nights spent half‑feral under foreign moons, never daring to stay long enough for roots to take. But here, in Will’s rumpled sheets, it sounded possible. “Then I’ll stay,” you murmured, voice rough. “As long as you’ll have me.”

A shaky smile curved his mouth. “I’m holding you to that.” He shifted, guiding you to lie on your side so he could curl into your chest, legs tangling with yours. You let him arrange you, draping an arm over his waist, fingers splaying across the subtle tremor in his belly—after‑quakes from pleasure and lingering fear.

Silence settled, broken only by the dogs downstairs padding about, reassured that their alpha and his…mate were safe. Will’s breathing slowed, but you felt the question still hovering in him, delicate as glass. “What happens now?” he finally asked, voice small against your collarbone.

“Now,” you said, “we sleep. Tomorrow we talk. I’ll tell you everything you want to know—about the shift, the full moons, the danger.” Your hand skimmed up to cradle the back of his head. “And we figure out how to keep you safe. How to keep us safe.”

Will’s fingers traced idle patterns over the lines of muscle at your side, grounding himself. “Hannibal will have questions,” he warned softly. “He already suspects you’re…extraordinary.”

A low growl rumbled in your chest before you could stop it. Will huffed a tired laugh, rubbing soothing circles over your ribs. “Easy, wolf. We’ll handle him together.”

Together. The word settled between you like a cornerstone. You dipped your head to kiss the soft spot beneath his ear, feeling him melt. “I’ll be here when you wake,” you promised. “No more disappearing into the woods without explanation.”

“And I’ll stop pretending I don’t talk to my dog like he understands every word,” he teased, voice already slurring with impending sleep.

You chuckled, nuzzling deeper into his curls. “I did understand every word.”

“I know,” he murmured, amusement giving way to drowsy contentment. “Guess that makes me less crazy than I thought.”

You tightened your arm around him, letting the steady rise and fall of his chest guide your own breaths. Outside, the wind rustled through pines, carrying the scent of damp earth and distant rivers—but for the first time in years, you felt no pull to run beneath it. Everything you needed was in your arms.

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Papattore Series Masterlist

Child! Reader

Child! Reader 2

Child! Reader: Tutor

Child! Reader: Deleted

Child! Reader Headcanons + Meet the segments

Cat-astrophe

Eat your carrots

No-no word

Happy birthday, my child

Papattore series: His child, in their teens

Bangs

Child! Reader being friends with Teucer

Teenager! Reader having a crush!

Papattore Series: Coming out as queer/trans

Child! Reader's cool science video

Papattore Series: His child, dating a colleague

Papattore Series: His child, having a flu

Papattore Series: Accident

Papattore Series: His Siren Child

Papattore Series: His Child, wanting a pet

Papattore Series: Child! Reader with ADHD/Autism/Sensory Issues

Papattore Series: Getting Rid of a Manipulator.

Papattore Series: His Neurodivergent Child

Papattore Series: Adopting a Teenager

Papattore Series: When His Child Only Talks To Him

Papattore Series: His Crow Child

Papattore Series: His Child, Befriending Scaramouche

Papattore Series: His Child, Being His Complete Opposite

Papattore Series: His child, having a personality like Pantalone

Papattore Series: Grief

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You are a patron deity that physically appears before your followers in order to reward them for loyal service. Usually, they like to fulfill their darkest desires, so you’re completely caught off guard when one of them asks to feel "the embrace of a parent."

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a dream

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Great news everyone. There was a kitten wandering in the drive thru at work and my inner warrior cats kid tried to be a hero and capture him.

I have now suffered multiple puncture wounds and have to go to the emergency room.

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Shut up, I'm not crying you are !

You are coming out as a male to everyone you know. Your parents are accepting, your friends are accepting. Now here comes the hardest challenge: coming out to the goddess that gives you magical girl powers.

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sometimes you need dialogue tags and don't want to use the same four

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who's to say what's real or fake// Genshin SAGAU

from aree: impostor au but you actually are the impostor? but ofcourse theres a twist. I think i'll call this FakeGrace!Reader. This was just going to be a headcannon post but ended up a whole fic plot

warnings: themes that all come with the sagau tag (yandere, lots of religious talk, cult, etc.)

word count: 2k~

You end up on Teyvat and immediately the characters recognize you as their Creator; of course you're their Creator - you have the same face, name, and voice. You go through the ordeal of getting to know all the characters all over again and they in turn love you as the god they’ve been waiting for all this time.

You decide that well, this is the world and characters I spent blood, sweat, and tears building (even if it was behind a screen) so might as well help out and do what needs to be done. The people come to you for their problems and you find that they're not as difficult as when you were simply a player. Maybe a minor dispute here and there between the NPCs, but now the vision holders and the Archons ask for your thoughts on how to go about political matters concerning their nations. Even Snezhnaya has signed a peace treaty with the other nations as a show of good faith to the Creator (even if you know for a fact its a temporary one).

All has never been better.

Until another Creator appears in Teyvat, and this one bleeds gold the way their stories foretold. In a way you do not.

The vision holders are torn. Yes, you are an impostor, and they want to hate you for tricking them, but at the same time haven’t you only shown them love? Haven’t you been patient with them and understanding despite being thrown into a world you’re unfamiliar with?

But with careful coercion from the other god, they have to choose to follow their true Creator. You decide to take pity on them and step down from your position yourself, choosing to live with the Aranara who have gladly taken you under their wing (fake god you may be, you are still a friend of the forest, and the forest always remembers its friends).

The Archons tell their new Creator that you are no more. They pretend to not hear when the Creator says they should have brought your head with them, maybe just a bitter reaction for finding out that they have been serving an impostor all this time (the Archons are lying when they say they do not feel sickened at the idea of hurting you, and disgusted at this new God's words)

It soon becomes clear to the people of Teyvat that this new Creator is not you - none of the patience or kindness you had showed them. This new one thinks helping their people is below them, even laughs at some of their problems. They chuck their duties as a god to the vision holders and spend their days leisurely, wining and dining on the best food, expecting to be waited on hand and foot. And at first it was fine, the characters understood. Maybe their Creator was just enjoying the fruits of their labor for once (although in the back of their mind, they can't help but compare you - you who worked tirelessly to attend to everyone even when they’d almost beg you to take a break). The characters tell themselves that they just need to get used to this new god, their true Creator. It will all right itself in time. Even as the Creator acted more like a child by the day, calling for the punishment of characters for the simplest of things. It’s fine. It’s fine.

It didn't take long for their will to break.

The God of Wisdom is called as such for a reason. Nahida may be younger compared to the rest, but she is braver than most. She simply tried to impart a fraction of her wisdom, softly suggesting to the Creator to show mercy for their people who were gravely punished for things they did not do.

This Creator was not you. They did not have a drop of patience that you had, nor any love for their creations. Their god saw this as nothing but an act of treason. How dare a mere Archon tell them what to do? She dares to question who the Creator can and cannot punish?

The silence is deafening in the throne room as the Creator calls for the death of Lesser Lord Kusanali and the destruction of Sumeru. If it is mercy she asks for then it is the last thing she and her people will receive. The other Archons agree past gritted teeth, the sin of Khaenri’ah weighing heavy over their shoulders still.

Nahida had been banished to Sumeru before the order was given, so the Archons make their way to the Nation of Wisdom to tell her of her sentencing, hoping to beg her to ask the Creator for their forgiveness.

This can't be how it ends. Are they to spend their lives in fear of the god they so revered?

They enter a forest emitting divine energy in search of their friend, hearts heavy, but they found something else.

They found you. They found the Creator they loved once upon a time.

They seemed to have caught you mid-conversation with Nahida, and to their surprise (and resentment) the Tsaritsa; they can only assume that the god of Snezhnaya has informed you first of Nahida's fate. The Wanderer catches sight of them and stands in front of you in protection. You don't even bat an eye. You swallow hard and stand, Nahida's hand enveloped in yours, and the other gods would be lying if they say they did not feel jealousy strangling their lungs.

With a steady voice, you tell them that should they take one step against Nahida, you will meet them halfway. If they decide to send Sumeru to hell, they will have to go through you first. You will do everything you can to stop them, and if Sumeru falls then you fall with them.

They don't have to look at the others to make up their mind. There's a beat of silence but first it's Morax, and Beelzebul and Barbatos and then Focalor, and they are on their knees, heads bowed low.

It is only right to show respect to their god, after all. How could they be so blind?

Validation of their actions comes soon after as you let go of Nahida's hand and tell the Wanderer to stand aside. You do something that tyrant of a Creator that sits on a glass throne would never - you kneel before them and hold out your hand.

"Why are you all kneeling? Stand up. I am no longer your god. But I hope you will have me as a friend. Will that be alright?"

There are tears in their eyes as they let out stuttering laughter. Yes, this is their god. Their god with so much love and compassion and a heart that does nothing but bleed for them. A heart that does not ask for them to bleed.

You are their god. You are their true Creator. Golden blood be damned. All that gold has done nothing but blind them.

Eventually, you all end up on the forest floor. You accept the role of a friend as promised, and catch up with them. The Archons are almost in tears as you listen to their stories earnestly, squeezing their hands in sympathy as you listen to the pain they've been through under the rule of their so called Creator (they really should find a new title for you, the god that sits on your throne has sullied your rightful name). At one point they stop telling you stories of their mistreatment, unable to see your face be any sadder than it already was. They take to retelling your stories together, reminiscing better days - because is that not what they have done all this time? Think about the lovely you for every wrongdoing the other god had done in your name?

As you laugh and smile with them and their stories and their company, the idea burrows through their mind without your knowledge, taking root, and they refuse to let it go. Wouldn't it be so much better if it was always like this? Seeing your smiling face with them, a person that deserves to be called a god even more so than all of them combined. Knowing you were safe from harm, not having to defend yourself, especially from them under orders from a tyrant. Knowing you loved them the way they loved you.

It was all better with you.

When you weren't looking, the Archons gave each other knowing looks and curt nods in understanding.

You are their beloved Creator.

As a peaceful silence falls over you, they watch as you smile sadly, their hearts breaking to see such an expression on your face. In a soft voice, you apologize for not being able to do much to help them. When you lift your head, golden resolute eyes meet yours.

"You’ve done enough, Your Grace. Let us handle the rest."

You may have laughed at the old title, but the Archons are hell bent in returning it to you. Although it hurts them to say goodbye, they know it’s only for the moment. Soon, you will be with them. Back in your rightful throne, as you have always deserved.

Nahida is the youngest, and so they decide to spare her the carnage. The rest know she is no fool, they don't need to tell her what they had planned for her to know what happens next. She does not fully agree in the others' decision, yet she stays in Sumeru, promising to make sure you do not find out. Word travels fast to the other vision holders in the form of a breeze from Barbatos. Barely anyone had disagreed with the notion of removing the rejected god from the throne, and those who were hesitant at first changed their mind after hearing how you were ready to go down with Sumeru. Morax and the Tsaritsa lead the rebellion.

A god is only as powerful as the people who worship them. By the time the Archons arrived in the throne room, the Creator had no one to hide behind.

They made it a spectacle. They spin a tale for the people that the god they so worshiped was an impostor who had switched bodies with their rightful god, which explains the gold blood that should be yours. They say you were patiently waiting for them all to come back to you, to remove this impostor from your throne. You were ready to accept them all, they just needed to get rid of this filth that dared destroy your name. The Creator - no, the Impostor - is horrified when the people accept this story so easily, but they only have themselves to blame. Who cares what they have to say to defend themselves, although it’s not like they can anyway - how can they when their tongue was cut off?

Teyvat was silent as gold painted the streets of Liyue Harbor. Teyvat no longer cares for golden blood, not after all the blood and tears it had taken from its people. After all, a golden soul stands ready to take back their rightful place.

Your followers thought it had all been worth it - the pain, the hardships, the blood - to see you smile the first time you set foot outside Sumeru after what felt like years to them. And yet, despite the joyous occasion, you hesitantly turn to them and ask a question not even Irminsul would answer you.

"What happened to the Creator?"

You would be lying if you said the soft smiles each of them gave did not unnerve you as they all said the same thing, like a joke everyone knew all except you.

"We simply removed the Impostor from Your Grace's presence."

They are thankful that you are blinded by your love for them to see the gold shine on their hands. You do not ask about the shimmering streets either. Liyue was the city of gold after all, was it not?

For now, their biggest concern is your acceptance that they are your equal, but that can easily be fixed. You are their friend now, but someday you’ll be their god again. Slowly but surely. They will sit you back in your throne. They will kneel before you again. They will give you the reverence you so deserved.

It will all be yours.

You're their wonderful Creator, after all. Maybe not to you right now. But you always have been for them.

They’ll start from calling you Your Grace. You’d be too kind to tell them off over and over.

You always had been good at adapting.

You had gotten used to it then, you’ll get used to it again.

✨ Masterlist ✨ 

Taglist: 💛@anime-allover  💛@faeriessky  💛 @prksolon 💛 @dai-tsukki-desu

Disclaimer: Characters are not mine and belong to their respective creators. Their portrayal is merely my own interpretation of them and may not be accurate to their intended characterization. I stake no claim to the original works, only to the ideas and plot of the fictitious stories I’ve written them into.

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Reblogging again cause I'm rereading it and only the epilogue is missing.

HEAD OF FALSE SECURITY MASTERLIST

synopsis: The Soviet Union has been producing robots for a long time based on a miracle compound: polymer. But that was invented in 1941. The current year is 2038, and, due to rising tensions in the Arctic, Americans aren't as kind to Soviets as they once were. It's too bad you're a russki, and it's really too bad that you work in cybersecurity. And honestly, with the case Fowler has put you on, you're at risk of losing your job. It doesn't help that you're stuck with Lieutenant Hank Anderson and some new android apparently called Connor.

A Detroit: Become Human AU with elements from Atomic Heart (2023), in which the international political climate is a bit different and more prominent within the story. The Soviet Union still exists, and she's threatening America by proxy of her invasion of the Arctic.

ships: Connor/Reader, Hank Anderson & Reader

tags: Robot/Human Relationships, Action/Adventure, Action & Romance, Slow Burn, Fluff, Canon-Typical Violence, Gender-neutral Reader, Mutual Pining, Minor Character Death

small note: this fic has russian in it (i mean, obviously). i'll be posting the translations in the comments of the fics, so if you're confused, be sure to check them :)

note, continued: also, the reader in this fic is gender neutral. please do not refer to them with feminine or masculine pronouns. instead, please address them by they/them pronouns. this fic is all-inclusive and not meant to alienate anyone -- it's meant to be written so that everyone can read, no matter their personal pronouns!

CH. 1: A Silent Dog & Still Waters

CH. 2: Like a Mouse in a House Full of Cats

CH. 3: Android Autopsy (Or is it Necropsy?)

CH. 4: Without Torture, There is no Camaraderie

CH. 5: Live For a Century, Learn For a Century

CH. 6: Some Sort of Sick, Self-Inflicted Schadenfreude

CH. 7: Does Every Rabid Dog Get its Tail Docked up to the Ears?

CH. 8: Mind Palaces & Other Shattered Crystalline Dreams

CH. 9: If You Chop From the Shoulder, the Ax Will Find Your Hip

CH. 10: Either Fickle or a Friend (Or a Really Fucking Fickle Friend)

CH. 11: Only Philosophy From the Poor Rings True

CH. 12: Friends & Tobacco are Separate Things (& so are Revolutions)

CH. 13: The Joys of Soviet Technologies (or, Good, Honest Snake Oil – if There is Such a Thing!) (or, Let's Talk Homecoming (the Military Operation, not Prom)) (or, The Smallest Church in Saint-Saëns) (or, Wake up & Smell the Ashes)

CH. 14: No Misfortune is Without Blessing

CH. 15: These are the Moments

EPILOGUE: <currently being written...>