yannizwrld

[yannizwrld]

Can you write Percabeth x Hypnos!gn!reader? :33

100% I can, i gotchu!!

edit; here you go!!

percabeth x hypnos!gn!reader

summary; percy and annabeth have always been the power couple everyone loves and known for their strength and resilience, but what happens when they both need a bit more comfort in their lives?

cw; yearning, fluff, comfort, a bit of angst but not too much <3

a/n. this is my first askkkk yayyy! i hope yall like this

you all were great friends ever since percy arrived at camp. even though you were claimed, there was no hypnos cabin, but you would always sneak into the athena cabin to sleep with annabeth. she was your... sleep buddy so to speak.

when percy and annabeth got together, you knew that there was nothing that they couldn't get through together. they were the power couple everyone dreamed of but-

it all started when you picked up on Percy's exhaustion. It was after he and annabeth returned from another successful mission, but you saw through his reassuring smile. you saw how his bright eyes still showed the desperate want of sleep. when he greeted you, you felt the exhaustion from him wash over you; a gift from your father hypnos, supposedly to make it easier to make people "lose consciousness" or whatever.

but as for annabeth, she was always one to fight sleep. when you three would have secret slumber parties you obviously fell asleep first, with percy somehow ending up flung over you. but in the dead of night, you could make out her figure as she sat up looking into the fire in the cabin, clearly tired.

you knew that you couldn't just approach them about it directly, something about how "monsters never sleep, so they don't either".

whatever

the next day, you make sure to give extra offerings to your father in order to make your plan work. and since you're his favorite, of course it works.

the next night annabeth and percy are seen holding hands, walking towards you near a smaller campfire. if you weren't so hell bent on helping your friends out, you would've ended up falling asleep outside.

"hey sleepy, you said you wanted to see us?" annabeth holds up the note you left in her hoodie that she let you borrow. her hair was pulled into a ponytail as the fire perfectly illuminated her face.

"you could have just came with us earlier if you needed to talk." percy now speaks, both now sitting on either side of you. you actually feel the tiredness wash over you from both of them.

"i'm not the one you should be calling sleepy, let's talk about how you've both been evading sleep, how about that?" you say as you raise your eyebrow looking at both of them.

they both look like a deer in headlights after being called out by you. although you don't miss the way they both look... afraid?

"we were actually trying to figure out a way to talk to you about it..." annabeth sighs. you continue to look at her as a way to tell her to keep going.

she glances to percy, then to you, then back to percy before percy speaks, "we've both kinda, sorta, have been having bad dreams recently... but-"

"but what? why didn't you guys tell me?" you say more worried than anything. they've been your friends since, forever, why would they be worried about telling you?

"well it's not exactly the dream itself but who it's about." annabeth pipes in. there was silence, only the crackling of the fire, then it all clicked for you.

they were worried about telling you because they were having bad dreams about you.

percy can see you pick up on this mentally as he says, "we just didn't want to lose you, and those dreams felt real, realer than any other dream either of us had..." lose you?

"nothing you two could go through or deal with would end up in you guys losing me, promise." you say as you look into both of their eyes with the most sincerity you could muster.

after a bit of talking and convincing, they both agree to let you put them to sleep on one condition, you have to fall asleep with them. as if you weren't going to in the first place.

"thanks sleepy..." percy mumbles sleepily as he lifts your hand to his lips and gives a quick kiss to your fingers. you hum as you turn away quick enough to hide your blushing face from percy and annabeth's teasing glare.

at the end of the night, when the fire finally starts to die down, all three of you walk to percy's cabin and they both grab your hand, squeezing three times, before they both rest their heads on your shoulder, finally resting for the first time in a long time.

[yannizwrld]

nerd!armin x fem!reader

cw; flufffff, college parties, mentions of drinking, a lil spice, reader is kinda bold, armin is lowkey downbad

a/n. enjoy

nerd!armin who accidently tripped over his own shoelaces when he first saw you. who has never seen you on campus before but thinks that since you're so pretty you must be taken

nerd!armin who realizes you two have the same class he sees you walk in and sit in front of him. who catches the vanilla smell of your body wash and perfume you have on

nerd!armin who realizes he's done for as you try to make conversation with him, batting your long eyelashes at him as your glossed lips actually speak to him. he tells you all about the recent animes and video games that are coming out. cute

nerd!armin who gets invited to eren's party being that they were friends, but only really asked because he heard you talking about going to his party during lecture. not that he'd tell you or eren that

nerd!armin who stands in the corner, nursing a drink, as he finally makes eye contact with you. who can't believe you could get anymore prettier. seeing that your outfit perfectly fits every curve and dip in your body

nerd!armin who is nervous but doesn't know you're equally as nervous because even though he is a nerd, his body towers over you. any girl would like that, no?

nerd!armin who later in the night has to keep a keen eye on you as you get absolutely wasted. his drink that he had been nursing long gone, and so is his patience as he sees your friends encouraging you to drink more and more

nerd!armin who drags you away from your friends when you come over to him in the corner. you can barely stand anymore, and your giggles can't even be contained

nerd!armin who is now backed up against the wall of the upstairs hallway, as you come dangerously close to his face talking about how 'cute he actually is' and 'how much you wanna kiss him'

nerd!armin who can't say no and starts to make out with you. who notices you tense up at the tongue piercing he has but seems to make you want him even more

nerd!armin who is now flushed red with your lip combo smeared all over his face. who stares at you as you lead him by his arm after saying 'we should go somewhere more private, no?'

nerd!armin who just can't say no

[yannizwrld]

I Never Left

targaryen!gojo x lord of the north!geto

cw: game of thrones x jjk

I saw art about this ship on tiktok and wanted to make a multi part fic about it? what yall think?

[yannizwrld]

Baby, Come Back To Me

geto suguru x fem!reader

summary: the times suguru pushed you away, and all the times you pulled him in; the question is will you pull him in too harsh that he finally breaks

a/n. based on Back to Me by the Marias; this might be a multi-part fic idk yet, lowercase intended

cw. angst, canon divergance, yearning, forbidden love trope, hurt (comfort?), geto is a lil... off his rocker

wc ~ 1k

but if I would see you (I'd fall apart)

Jujustu High - 2006

It was during winter around jujustu high. normally suguru would have went home to his mother during the break but the higher ups requested that many students stay in case of a mission that needed to be taken care of.

looking out the ice frosted window, suguru recalls the first time he actually arrived at his dorm. being so excited, he was one of the first ones there. along with you of course. he remembers the way your (h/c) made you seem so lively the first time he saw you.

as if you were just as excited as he was. you looked a bit younger back then, as you both were first-years...

suguru approached you with a nervous but warm smile. you knew he was a first year like you given that this was the move in date for them. although, you noticed how tall he was, especially for a first year, and the way that his figure almost loomed over you. so much so that you had to look up at him to greet his face.

your nervousness quickly left you though. his deep purple eyes only showed kindness before he started making conversation with you. you learned that he actually valued the importance of the jujustu society and that he wanted to help people who couldn't protect themselves. he wanted to.

later on, throughout the year, you quickly made friends with not only him but a group of people. some... more so than others as gojo often annoyed nanami to no end and they would bicker with each other senselessly. but it was a group, your group.

"you're not like... depressed or something right?" suguru turns his head from the window and towards the voice in his dorm room.

you.

you must have been standing there for a bit because the snow that had fallen on your clothes had mostly melted in the heat of the room. he does make note of his scarf that he had given you one evening that was now wrapped around your neck.

"so, you're just gonna stare?" you plainly say but your face has a joking smile on it.

"what's so bad about admiring the snow?"

"nothing, but when you don't answer the million phone calls, I sent you, one could only start to wonder." you say as you gesture to his flip phone sitting open on his bed.

It lights up again, revealing your missed calls and the picture of you, gojo, and suguru at a fall festival a couple months ago. you're smiling in the photo as gojo wraps an arm around you both to get in the frame.

suguru usually didn't like off guard photos of himself but if it was worth to see your smile than he'd do it a thousand times over again.

"gojo wants to know if you'll sneak out with us to go get some real food." you say as you eye him playfully. with the way you look at him he wonders if he could even begin to think the word 'no'.

he looks at you and you stare back at him, sharing a knowing look.

as he begins to get his coat and boots on, he doesn't realize that all of the times he couldn't tell you no. he doesn't think there ever will be a time but-

in due time he will.

maybe it's over (it's hard to accept)

when you first heard the news along with gojo, you didn't know how to react. you try hard to understand what exactly happened and why it happened in the first place.

sure, suguru dropped some weight. it was stress, you were all stressed. sure, he stopped wanting to train with gojo but when do they not have a little petty fight. and sure, his mother even called you to see what her son was up to given that he hadn't called in weeks-

but it could all be chopped up to a rough patch. the second-year slump that many other students were going through; had gone through.

but this, this was different.

this was pure, unadulterated, vile, nonsense. that's what you have to tell yourself in order to remain sane.

suguru swallows another brightly colored orb slowly after completing a mission you two were sent on. you don't miss the look of disgust on his face every time you've seen him do it. he never used to do it in front of you though, but now as he walks towards you and grips your waist pulling you in for a kiss you understand why.

your taste is better than those disgusting curses.

that is what he told you the first time you found him swallowing a curse he just exorcised. you had been in a relationship a while now, in truth it was only because gojo made geto tell you or he would do it himself.

that meddling white haired rat.

but at the time you couldn't thank him enough. you noticed the little things that he did for you, and only you. how the little bear keychain you got him was always clipped on his backpack. how he would always make you food whenever you would study in his dorm room. how he opened up to you about how much he actually hated his cursed technique.

exorcise, absorb, over and over again.

you remember the small, shared moment of him silently crying in your lap after one hard mission.

but now, those memories do not align with what you were just told. he hated it but was it that much to where he would defect. too much that he killed an entire village?

too much that he left you behind without single word?

walking back to your own dorm room, you enter and quietly close the door behind you.

one tear falls. then another. and another.

the dam breaks and all you are left with is the scent still lingering on your hoodie, his hoodie, and the sobs that violently racked your body.

Inside your mind, your own voice begins to mock you.

you're not depressed... right?

a/n. let me know how well you guys liked this and if I should expand on it!!

[yannizwrld]

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jjk, aot, percy jackson, spiderverse, mha, naruto, alien stage, GoT, harry potter/marauders, tlou, greek mythology, arcane (lol), interview with the vampire, dune, and much more

I am open to writing on more fandoms if anyone requests it! and I am looking to expand on this blog more.

a masterlist will be made shortly, don't worry. :)

[yannizwrld]

i. me when I finally get to the smut part of the fic but y/n is in positions I know are humanly impossible

ii. me when y/n does something that I wouldn't dream of doing

iii. me when y/n

(imma read it anyways tho)

[yannizwrld]

I Wanna Be Yours

Ivan x Till from Alien Stage

(except I make them suffer)

wc: ~ 1k

a/n. angst, angst and more angst- hurt/no comfort

Till has always sung with Ivan. Always. 

Even when no one was listening. Even in the cold isolation of rehearsal rooms when exhaustion pressed heavy against their shoulders. Even when the cameras weren’t rolling and it was just the two of them, breathing in sync, their voices twining together like constellations forming in the dark. Like the ones Ivan would show Till when they did get the little chances to see the night sky, off of the stage.

But now, now, there is silence. Pure, lingering silence.

And Till hates it.  

Hates the empty studio with its flickering neon lights overhead. Hates how every time he sings, the second voice, the one that is supposed to be there, is missing, leaving a hollow, aching void in the space beside him.  

The competition did this. Split them apart.  Some part of Till knew that it would happen. He's seen it happen to any "duo" that became famous in their master's eyes.

Everyone would say it was for show but Till knew otherwise. They made them up so that they could tear them apart.

Deliberately. Methodically.  

Because they knew.  

They knew that Ivan was more than a rival. More than another voice in the endless void of contestants clawing for survival on Alien Stage. It was in whatever fucked up media the aliens made for their show. But Ivan. Ivan. He was Till’s anchor. His gravity. His everything. 

And now, Ivan is nothing, but a distant silhouette glimpsed through glass walls, rehearsing in a separate room under tight surveillance. The producers watch him closely, waiting for him to break.  Waiting for Ivan to give them the same look of defeat as he does whenever his eyes meet with Till's.

Waiting for Till to break.  

Because this is a game. A performance. A story they are forced to live, and the audience craves tragedy.  

Till clenches his fists. He refuses to give them what they want.  He refuses to give anyone anything unless Ivan utters the word to do so.

--

Across the halls, Ivan stands in the dim glow of his own studio, facing a microphone that feels wrong in his hands.  

Till’s voice reaches him although not directly, but through the walls, through the carefully staged rehearsals that keep them apart. It’s fragmented, distant, like a radio transmission caught between frequencies.  

But that does not matter because he hears it. Ivan hears it.  

He closes his eyes. Listens.  

But he doesn’t reach for it.  

Because if he does, it’ll be worse. Because if he does, he won’t be able to stop.

And their master's do not forgive attachments.

A gunshot rings out of the screen showing the last competition. When Ivan sees the screen, he is not surprised. The announcement comes.  

Till vs. Ivan.  

Their duel.  

Their performance of destruction. 

But that does not matter as Ivan gets lost into the screen. Because Ivan realizes, he might never be able to sing with Till again.  

---

The training room feels like a graveyard of their past performances.  

Till stands in front of the keyboard, their keyboard, the one they used to sit at for hours, scribbling unfinished lyrics, trading harmonies in the dead of night when no one was watching.  

There are ghosts here. In the notes left unplayed, in the echoes of their voices trapped in the empty air.  

Till presses a key. A simple note.  

It vanishes too quickly.  

Across the glass panel, Ivan is rehearsing under the watchful eyes of producers who have grown impatient. Suspicious.

His voice is too sharp. Too controlled.  

As if he’s preparing for war.  

Till sees it—sees him —and knows.  

This isn't just about the duel.  

This is about losing each other. And oh, how their masters relish in the thought.

This is about the producers carving them apart like a spectacle, waiting for one to fall before the other.  

Till hates it.  

Later that night, he writes something down.

Desperately. Quickly.

"What will be left of us after this?"  

He folds the paper. Leaves it in the crevice beneath the keyboard. Their hiding place. 

The next morning, it’s gone.  

No reply.  

Till pretends it doesn’t hurt. 

---

The duel is devastating.  

Not in the way the audience expects, not in explosive theatrics or violent crashes of choreography.  

No, this hurts in a way deeper than that.  

Because they are forced to sing against each other.  

Till knows how this works. He knows the strategy, knows how to win, knows how to defeat Ivan with precision, the way the producers expect him to.  

But he doesn't want to. He never wanted to.

He wants to sing with him, not against him.  

His voice trembles only slightly, but Ivan catches it.  

And then, and only then Ivan makes a choice.

At the final verse, where their voices should clash in battle, where Till is bracing for the impact of their inevitable collision, Ivan stops.

His voice cuts off mid-note.  

Dead silence.  What are you doing?

Till’s breath gets stuck in his throat. He cannot sing when Ivan looks at him, almost like he's begging for something he knows he cannot have.

The audience shifts. The producers freeze with their bright cameras flashing onto the stage.

Till knows what Ivan has done before the realization even settles.  

He threw the match.

On purpose.  

For Till.  Only Till.

And then, the stage goes dark.  

---

Till runs.  

Violates protocol, pushes past security, he doesn’t care.  

Ivan is gone.

Taken. Restrained.

What if what they did to me they'll do to him? 

Till finds him in the backstage corridors, surrounded by figures in control, held back like a criminal.  

And suddenly, Till screams his name.  

Ivan looks up.  

And smiles. That bright smile.

But it’s not the smile Till remembers. It’s tired, resigned, as if Ivan knew this was coming long before it happened.  

“I couldn’t do it,” Ivan murmurs as security drags him further away.  

Till collapses against the cold wall.  

And for the first time, he doesn't sing.

---

Ivan is gone.  Just gone.

For weeks.  

Till is not allowed to speak his name.

But then, one night, the screen flickers.  

A hacked signal. 

Ivan’s face appears. Bruised but defiant.

"Meet me at the rooftop." His voice comes through the screen.

Till doesn’t hesitate.  

He runs.  

---

Till bursts through the rooftop doors, breathless, desperate.  

Ivan is there, standing at the edge, waiting.  

Till doesn't stop himself this time.  

“You can’t—” His voice catches, breaks. 

Ivan exhales— and laughs softly, shaking his head.  

“I wasn’t planning to.”  Not without you.

Till takes a step forward.  

Ivan doesn’t move away.  

Ivan offers out a bruised hand and Till immediately understands what he wants. He always had.

Soft. Shaky. But his hands. 

Ivan pulls Till closer to the edge with him. Surely the guards or whoever have figured out they are both missing. But they won't find them. Not alive at least. 

For the first time in months, their voices are together again. 

Without fighting against one another. 

For the first time, the world lets them be whole as the wind whips around their bodies.

As Ivan holds Till, and steps off.

---

[yannizwrld]

Always There

Luke Castellan x Daughter of Hades (or any)

summary: In which some of the time Percy caught you two in situations that definitely borderlines friendship and romantics but who cares, it's cute

a/n. this is one of my first fics in a veryyyyyy long time so don't make fun... also may be ooc but yk, read to your hearts content; also, this can be read with any God, Hades is just the one I chose

i. little things can go a long way (your love of food)

It was not new to the rest of Camp Half-blood how reserved you were. Partly because they did not care to take the time to know why. You are a daughter of Hades, many campers would rather be stuck with a year's load of chores than be near you.

Except for Luke of course.

Percy first noticed you when Luke was showing him around Camp, you always seemed to linger in the background. He could feel your presence before actually seeing you. If his nerves weren't on high alert then, they sure are now.

From time-to-time Luke would notice Percy seemed distracted and always followed his line of sight to you.

"A friend." Luke would tell him.

What kind of friend just... lurks around?

It was around dinner time when he really noticed you. You did not sit with any other campers (and there weren't any other Hades kids) so you sat next to Luke.

"I didn't think stalking would be your strong suit, Moody." Luke playfully says to you.

"I wasn't stalking, I was observing."

"I wasn't stalking, I was observing, yeah, right." You both say at the same time. Laughing, Luke takes off the strawberries from his dessert and puts them on your plate.

Percy gave Luke a curious look before speaking. "You uh- you must really like strawberries." Why did he say that.

You give him a small smile and look between him and Luke. "Yeah, and you must have a great skill for archery." The rest of the table laughs along with Luke.

"Just jokes, I think you'll find something here that you're good at, trust." You say as you steal the last strawberry from Luke's cake.

"You know she used to be allergic to them." Luke fake whispers to Percy, which earns him a side-eye from you.

"And you still eat them?" Percy says, shocked.

"It's not even a bad allergy, and if you find that funny Luke, I can say something we can all laugh at?" You ask teasingly.

"You're lucky I don't feel like arguing right now." Luke huffs with a smile.

Chris leans in towards Percy whispering, "One time, when they were kids, Luke fell into the pool and reader had to pull him out, turns out golden boy couldn't swim quite well."

Luke gives Chris a look that reads: Seriously, dude?

But Percy does not miss the way his cheeks go a bit red either. Or the way you two look at each other. Or the way instead of giving his leftover desert as an offering, he gives it to you.

Friends.

--

ii. the softest and silliest of dreams (or nightmares)

Since Percy was unclaimed, he, of course, was sleeping in the Hermes cabin. It was nighttime and curfew was already set into place. However, it wasn't really quiet, there were multiple soft snores in the background.

His back wasn't all that comfortable either as he was laying on the hard wooden floor of the cabin. He did start to become comfortable but then he heard what sounded like someone tossing and turning in their sleep.

Then Percy heard another sound, almost like a small sniffle. Was someone crying?

Before he could really assess the situation, the window on the side of the cabin slowly opened. He became as still as could be as he tried to make out who the figure was.

He quickly knew though, as the figure made a beeline towards where Luke was sleeping.

It was you. And Luke had been the one crying.

You slowly climb into Luke's bed and began moving the hair out of his sullen face. You begin to wipe the tears that started to fall in his sleep with the sleeves of your hoodie you had on. One that Percy could have sworn he saw Luke wearing before. That seems to work as his sniffling comes to an end, and he moves his face closer to your hand.

"You should go to sleep now." You whisper aloud. But Percy knows that you aren't only talking to Luke. Sometimes you really do fit the whole "daughter of Hades" vibe.

--

iii. and when you get caught? (a crush?)

Days pass from that night and Percy sees the truth clear as day.

"You have a crush on Luke."

You turn your head so fast that Percy thinks it might fall off.

"I mean, whatever helps you sleep at night." You plainly state. Maybe Luke's nickname for you was right, you very much look Moody.

"I mean it's plain as day, you always lurk around him-"

"He's my friend, Percy."

"And you snuck out into the cabin because he was having a nigh-"

"Do you ever stop talking or do you genuinely not have an off button?" You say fast enough to cut him off from finishing his sentence. Percy starts to try and talk again but you beat him to it.

"There goes blondie." Annabeth?

"Where?" He turns in the direction where you are looking and finds no one besides regular campers who have risen early with the morning sun. He turns back but you are already way ahead in the other direction.

"And I thought I was the one with a crush." He hears you yell back to him.

Jeez.

Later that day he sees you and Luke walking together to the lake. Being who he is he decides to see what the two of you are up to.

He follows the sound of splashing water and low laughter and is met with the sight of you two sitting on one of the farther docs, away from everyone else. Both you and Luke are sitting side by side, close, really close.

"Did you try them?" Luke asks.

"Yeah, I've actually been able to go to sleep now, at a 'reasonable time' say you." Luke laughs with you.

"A reasonable time is good because when you wake up, you're not all moody like usual."

"Never moody."

"Yes, you are."

"No, I'm not."

Luke just laughs and then looks at you, smiling.

"Where'd you even get them from anyway?" You ask him.

"I have my ways; besides I can handle a little side job." Luke says shoving your arm lightly.

He takes on a job just to get you, whatever, so that you can sleep better at night?

Yeah. Just friends.

As Percy walks away quietly from the scene of you two, he misses when Luke takes your hand in his and brings it up to kiss your fingers.