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the-writer-arrived · 8 months

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In Sickness and In Health

Synopsis: how does your lover act when you're sick?

Characters: alhaitham; wriothesley.

Warnings: gender neutral!reader; established relationship (marriage); pre-4.1 release so wrio may be ooc; wrio is a duke, so i think he'll have a mansion and people working for him like navia and diluc have (servants? retainers? idk); wriothesley is portrayed to be a bit overprotective, but that's just his alpha wolf side talking lol.

A/N: this will be very self insert of me bc i'm sick and want my two husbands to take care of me :( also we can finally hear wrio speak!!! i melted at his first words <3 AND HIS THEME SONG??? ABSOLUTELY FIRE!!!!

(p.s: today may be my birthday, but this is a gift from me to you all <3 thank you so much for all the support and love <3 feel free to drop an ask, brainrots or just fangirl over the new genshin characters :D)

"I told--"

"Not another word."

You know exactly what Alhaitham is going to say and you really do not want to hear it right now.

The glare you send his way would be """intimidating""" to your lover (no, it wouldn't), if it weren't for the fact that you're buried under the covers, making you look like a burrito (a verycute one, in his opinion).

You see, there was a sudden shift in Sumeru's weather: the week began so very hot, even during the night, but then the temperature dropped and became chilly and rainy out of a sudden.

Alhaitham had told you to take an umbrella and you did have it with you! But it was just a few droplets of rain when you left work, so you didn't bother to use it, thinking there wouldn't be any consequences.

...Well, you felt the consequences when you woke up this morning with a sore throat and a stuffy nose.

Luckily for you, your husband, who's trying really hard to not say 'I told you so', doesn't have work today and can spend the day taking care of you.

Wether he really doesn't have to go to the Akademiya today or has decided that himself, you're not completely sure.

Alhaitham doesn't loom over you nor follow your shadow 24/7 asking you if you need anything.

He lets you do your thing, since you simply have mild symptoms of a cold, but checks on you from time to time, reminding you the right time to take your medicine, drink water and rest.

Of course, if he catches you overworking your body, Alhaitham will gently but firmly drag you to bed or the nearest couch, going as far as carrying you in his arms, if you refuse to concede.

When he asks you what you want for dinner, you jokingly say you want a soup, knowing that your lover isn't the biggest fan that kind of dish.

To your surprise, however, you wake up from your nap with a delicious smell in the air (which is a sign that your nose isn't as stuffy anymore) and find your husband taste-testing the soup he has prepared for you.

"You misunderstand." He says, after you question him about his dislike of the dish. "I don't hate soup, I just find it inconvenient to drink it while I am reading. Now, come eat dinner, I'll feed you."

You laugh, thinking Alhaitham is joking about feeding you.

...Jokes on you, he isn't. And if you continue to resist, he will make you sit on his lap while he feeds you. You obey, fearing you might get a fever from embarrassment.

When it's time to go to sleep, you offer to sleep in the guest room to avoid having him catch your cold.

"My immune system isn't weak, I don't get sick so easily like you."

You feel somewhat offended, more by the fact that you can't deny that, rather than by the words themselves.

Even if what Alhaitham says is true, you don't want to risk it, so the solution you come up with is: spooning!

...But with him as the little spoon.

It is quite an amusing sight, really. You look like you're hugging a giang body pillow by the way you're snuggling your face on the back of your lover's neck. He's glad you can't see his face while he tries not to show that action of yours tickles him.

Feeling that your breath has slowed down and you are asleep, Alhaitham turns around to face you, staring at your peaceful expression. You look much better now than in the morning, which he's glad he took the day off to take care of you.

He gives you a kiss on the forehead, before closing his eyes and allowing sleep to come to him.

'How troublesome.' He thinks.

'But, since it's you, it's always worth the trouble.'

"But, Wrio--"

"Absolutely not, you are to stay in bed while I call a doctor."

You huff, looking away when Wriothesley continues to frown at your sniffing figure.

Fontaine's weather has been crazy lately. One day, the heat is almost sweltering; in the next, it's cloudy and rainy for days. Only those with strong health can endure these drastic changes. Unfortunately, you are not one of those people.

Yesterday's weather wasn't exactly cold, but it was raining the whole day. You didn't have work, but still had one last errand to run.

Yes, you could let the workers of Wriothesley's mansion do that. Would you actually do that? Of course not <3

It was becoming late, afternoon quickly ending and you were starting to feel antsy. You looked at the window and didn't see the droplets hitting the glass, which makes you believe the rain had stopped momentarily. No way you would let that opportunity slip by, right??

Hah, sike!

The moment you step outside, you realize that no, the rain hadn't stopped and you were foolish enough to not grab an umbrella on the way out.

The smart thing to do was to turn back and grab it, right? Yes. That's what you did, right? Nope :D 'Too much work' was what you thought as you stepped onto the streets.

...It doesn't take a genius to know what happened then. No umbrella + very cold rain hitting your skin = sickness!

And it didn't even take long for symptons to appear. Goosebumps, runny nose, cold sweating, sore throat... Although things weren't looking serious, you looked for medicine to keep those symptons under control.

Also, your husband has been very busy with dealing with the Fortress of Meropide and coming home late, you shouldn't add more to his plate by making him worries about a simple cold... At least, that was your plan.

What you didn't count on was to have a fever in the early morning, which is what brought you to the current situation.

For outsiders, Wriothesley seems quite angry at you. However, the truth is that he's angry at himself.

He hasn't been able to spend much time with you lately, having to be up at the crack of dawn and come back home late into the night. As lovely as your sleeping face is, he misses your smile, your laughter and overall misses being by your side.

And now, you've fallen sick and he can't even stay to take care of you. Who wouldn't be upset in his place?

Your husband's tense shoulders relax by a fraction when the doctor tells him you're just with a cold, but he still tells the people of the mansion to take care of your evey need and not let you lift a finger.

The workers think it's a bit of an overreaction on their lord's part, but they know it comes from a place of deep care and affection for you, his lovely spouse.

Still, they are a bit more lenient after Wriothesley leaves for the Fortress, allowing you to get up from bed and do things on your own, but someone is quickly by your side when fatigue wears you down.

Another order the servants received from him is to send him frequent reports about your well-being throughout the day, which... quickly gets tiring...

Thankfully, you decide to take that task to yourself and turn the reports into a exchange of short letters to one another.

I sure hope this is by a (mechanical?) messenger pigeon or else, poor servant running through Fontaine LOL

For the first time in weeks, Wriothesley comes back to the mansion at a reasonable hour! Past dinner time, but oh well, he worked really hard to finish every task in record time just to go back to his spouse.

"What are you doing up and about? You should be resting, my love." He says, after you appeared to greet him like a puppy running to his owner.

"Darling, please, I already spent way too much time in bed. I'm not bedridden, for celestia's sake!"

After a much needed couple quality time, it is time to go to sleep... which brings a problem to your husband's mind.

Considering that he owns a cryo vision, his body is a bit colder than normal, so that may make you--

"I know what you are thinking and you are NOT going to sleep elsewhere. You are to sleep by my side and that's final."

Wriothesley, the famous Administrator of the Fortress of Meropide, the man who can maintain peace in that place by using his words or his fists, will always give up on doing or saying whatever that he had planned and concede to the words of his spouse. Especially when they use that particular tone that leaves no room for negotiations.

Still, it is true that your man's body temperature is a bit on the colder side due to his powers, but that will NOT get in the way of your cuddling.

You wrap yourself with the warmest blankets you have, looking like the most adorable burrito he has ever had the pleasure to love, before worming your way into his strong arms.

Wriothesley huffs a chuckle and holds you protectively to his chest. He has a good health, so he's not worried about getting sick.

"...Is it irresponsable of me to think it wouldn't be that bad to catch your cold?" He quietly asks, not expecting an answer while looking at your sleeping face.

"Heh, I can almost hear you scolding me for wishing for such things." He gives you a kiss on the top of your head. "Rest well, my love."

thanks for reading <3 likes, reblogs and comments are very appreciated <3

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pink alhaitham and wriothesley banners (fluff) made by @/the-writer-arrived aka yours truly ;)

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boyfriendstevie · 6 months

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Stevie who’s so confident, so in love and sure of the love you share, but also who goes beet red when he finds out you’re a virgin and when you ask him to be your first I’m ❤️❤️❤️❤️

not exactly smut, but this blog is still 18+ so mdni pls! <3

“Steve?”

Your boyfriend, your sweet, kind, caring and normally oh-so-confident boyfriend, is oddly silently. Worryingly silently, considering what you’ve just told him. Sure, it’s a lot to take in, finding out that your partner is a virgin, but you know Steve’s heard worse things, and silence is the last reaction you’d expected from him. Though it doesn’t fit with what you know of Steve, you begin to worry that, somehow, this is a dealbreaker for him, “Sorry, I know that’s a lot, so if you don’t wan—“

Before you can follow that rabbit hole too far down, Steve shakes his head vehemently and finally says, somewhat shyly, “Sorry, I just… y-you want me to be your first?”

That’s not at all what you were expecting. He says it like he’s not sure he heard you correctly, eyes wide, cheeks turning a soft pink under your gaze. It’s your turn to become shy, and you feel like you’re on fire as you tilt your head to one side, cheek pressing into your shoulder in a futile attempt to ease the burn, “Well, I mean, yeah. I-if you want. ’S just, I trust you, I love you, and I know you’d care enough to make me feel good, and—“

Steve cuts off your rambling with a small, incredulous laugh laced with adoration, “Baby, ‘if I want’? You— you’re kidding, right? I… I would be honored. The fact that you’d trust me with that? I’d do anything to make you feel good, we’ll go however slow you want, I just— I love you, you know that?”

Steve’s cheeks flush even darker with his admission, a deep red crawling from his cheeks to the tips of his ears and down his neck, underneath moles begging to be kissed. It’s not that he’s ever doubted your relationship, your love, not like he has in the past, but to be trusted with something like this… Fuck.

“I love you, honey,” he says again, a smile creeping onto his face, long fingers wrapping around your wrists to pull your hands from your face, “Whatever you want, I want it, too.”

“I love you,” you repeat, leaning forward until your lips brush over his lightly, not quite a kiss, “What if… what if I want it now?”

Steve groans, a sound from deep within his chest as he lunges forward, pushing you into the pillows behind your body until he’s hovering over you, “Christ, you’re gonna be the death of me, baby.”

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #sorry it's not smut </3 #workign on it i prommy !!!!#steve harrington fluff #steve harrington smut #kit writes #anon #kit answers #steve thots #steve harrington blurbs

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lilacsbeeswax · 5 months

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Anxiety

Pairing: Theodore Nott x Reader

Fluff

Warnings: Panic Attack, Party, Underage Drinking, Petnames, Unedited

Notes: First Theodore fic kinda nervous

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“God that exam was awful! If these bloody staircases didn’t move I’d be passed out in my bed right now!” I complained stomping up the polished stone stairs. The staircase room was buzzing with people trying to get to dorms and house common rooms since the last exam hour just ended.

“It couldn’t have been that bad,” Hermione comforted, “I’m sure you did better than Ron.”

“When do I not do better than Ron? A rat could do better than Ron!” I complained loudly.

A loud, “Hey!” Resounded from behind us as well as a boyish laugh. “It’s not funny Harry! She’s callin’ me daft!” Ron exclaimed.

“Well, she not wrong,” Ginny added.

“Alright guys let’s not pile on. I’m sure Ron did just fine.” I said sarcastically raising my eyebrows as we reached the common room portrait.

We continued our slow journey loosing people along the way to their dorms. By the time Hermione and I reached our dorm room I was exhausted.

“That Theodore Nott guy was staring at you again,” Hermione said passively as she sifted through her pockets for her key.

I chuckled nervously, Theodore and I had been dating for awhile, but I had told none of my friends. “Okay?”

“All you have to say is okay?” She asks incredulously as she opens the wooden door to our slightly messy dorm. “Either he’s incredibly creepy or he’s into you!”

“And either way we both know he’s a dick head.” I run and jump into my plush bed, Hermione followed suit into her own bed.

“But you have to admit,” she pauses with a giggle, “he’s quite hot with all of his brooding anger.”

I rub my temple with my thumb and forefinger. “If you want him that badly you can have him yourself!” I dramatically throw my arms back onto the mattress.

“Oh please! You think I have time to deal with all of that Slytherin drama?”

“And I do?”

“Doesn’t matter, Ginny insists that we go to this party tonight in the Slytherin common room, so you better wake up and prepare yourself for the night if your life!” She stands up and starts rummaging around her trunk.

“A party? Are you bloody serious Hermione? Who are you?”

“I am someone who has worked her self to the bone the entire semester to get perfect grades on the exams that are finally finished! It’s time to have a little fun, don’t you think?” She pulls out a low key yet fashionable outfit and lays it out on her bed. “Now, we have about 3 hours until the party, so take a 30 minute nap and then we are getting to work my friend!”

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I’m not sure what Hermione had thought when Ginny said we had to come to this party. Everything about the event is placed on her bad list. There has to be at least 200 people in attendance, so it’s loud and hot, people are drinking and making out, and dancing to the slightly too loud music. To talk you have to yell at the top of your lungs for gods sake!

The already dimly lit common room had become extraordinary dark, so I had lost Hermione and Ginny in about 5 minutes. I sifted through the crowd trying to find someone that I knew but everything is so overwhelming. The people, the music, the darkness, the smell, the heat, everything’s pushing through my brain so fast I can hardly breathe.

What can I taste? Nothing.

What can I smell? Fire whiskey, body odor, and cologne.

What can I touch? What can I feel? People way to many people trying to push me out of the way as I try desperately to find a wall or a closet or anything safe from the numerous people.

I make it to an unoccupied chair in the corner, maybe I can take a moment to breathe. Tears stream down my face but I can’t find the strength to care.

Count your fingers, take a deep breath. In, out. Think about Theo. His charming smile, his sweet words, his voice, his smell… wait his smell…

I’m shocked out of my thoughts by Theodore.

“Hey, sweetheart you’re okay.” He soothed me like a child it was barely audible with the loud yells of people and the music. “Come on.”

He grabs my hand and moves through the crowd with ease. I feel a sort of power radiate off of us, I never realized Theo is as respected as he is.

He leads me all the way to his dorm where it’s much quieter. When we walk into the emerald green room he asks, “Is this better?

“Much,” I sigh. The tears have stopped but my heart beat runs strong and I’m still incredibly shaky. I sit down on his bed bring my knees to my chin. “God, why did I let Ginny and Hermione bring me here? I hope they’re okay.”

“I’m sure they’re just fine,” he sits down next to me and places his hand on my knee, rubbing it gently with his thumb. “And I’m not god, but I think you wanted to have a little fun with your friends.”

“Yeah, but I should’ve known that I’d do this.”

“That wasn’t your fault, you know that right?”

“It was though, I don’t know why I can’t just have fun without being dramatic.”

“That wasn’t dramatic, that was traumatic and you couldn’t help it. It’s just the way your body reacts to stress.” He removes his hand from my knee and sits against his head board. He holds his arms out and says, “Now, come here.”

I crawl towards him and let him wrap me in a warm embrace. “Thank you Theo,” I mumble, attempting to get even closer to him.

“Always my love.”

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solannn · 3 months

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hello!! I wasn't sure if you're still doing like writing requests or Demon Slayer... I wanted to ask if you can do a Rengoku x Male!

Demon! Reader?? Where the reader is the older brother of Tanjiro and Nezuko, and like Nezuko's condition he wears a bamboo muzzle.

since he isn't verbal he uses gestures and holds kind eyes. This is like after the Mugen Train but Rengoku survives and the reader saved him. Tanjiro asking Rengoku to watch over his older brother while he’s in a mission. Him and Y/n bonding and Y/n adores Senjiro. a small scene where Y/n tried to kiss Rengoku but his bamboo muzzle was in the way so it was a peck…

🎀┆ LOVE me,love me ! Say that

🌸┆ you love me <3 —The cardigan

LOVEFOOL,,

fluff,just fluff,Rengoku survived the mugen train,demon!reader.

You were a Kamado,the oldest,unfortunately Muzan turned you into a demon so you started to were bamboo muzzle to not eat any human.

It was really hard for the Fire Hashiras,Rengoku Kyojuro to trust the both Kamado’s

After the mugen train,he began to trust you more cause you’re the one who save him. He didn’t know how to thanks you,so he decided to spend more time with you and protect you.

At the butterfly mansion,you watched him healed well you couldn’t talk so it was quite awkward at first but at least your actions and sign language showed what you feel.

It’s been now few months since the mugen train mission,your brother could finally go in a mission but he didn’t take you in it.

You were quite upset at first,but when you find Rengoku was watching over you,you were so excited !

When you followed him to his house,the first thing you saw was little boy ! He looked like younger version of Rengoku,he looked so cute !!!

When Senjuro saw he was afraid,you didn’t mean to scare him away,but you guys did get along only in few hours!

In the living room ,Rengoku smiled at the interaction between you,this feeling was warm,seeing you smiling happily even though you couldn’t talk but only hummed he didn’t care.

He wondered if you feels the same way too,he was lost on his thought until you get in front of him. He smiled at you.

"Hey,[Name] I wanted to tell you something!-" he exclaimed himself,while looking at his little brother,Senjuro understood the message and leaves the room.

You looked at Senjuro as he leaves you waved byebye than looked at Kyojuro once again. You raised a brow.

He hesitated at first but finally decided to say it with a small blush on his cheeks "I like you ! No I love you ?" He said a smile appeared on his face.

You blushed,you didn’t know what to do,you just nodded and you lifted thumbs and lil finger saying me too in sign language.

He grinned and you hugged him,you approached him to kiss him but the muzzle was bothering you so it make you peck him on his lips.

God you wished,you weren’t a demon or just have a muzzle.

(Request open.)

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infinitydivine · 4 months

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Who is your Future Spouse?👀 PAC reading.

Hello people. Welcome back. Choose the picture that you are most drawn to. There are 3 piles. I will describe your Future Spouse's Personality. Close your eyes and choose your pile intuitively.

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Signs- Aquarius, 11th house, masculine, fiery energy, Scorpio, and Capricorn.

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Hello, my major arcana pile. Your FS is someone who is a very happy-go-lucky person. They might have recently closed a very big karmic cycle and are making their way out of it victoriously. In a nutshell, a good description of their style is YOLO (you only live once). It is a reflection of their approach to life, which is to live it to the fullest while they can. They might have been born into a privileged family or are wealthy themselves. They are nurturing, kind, and earthy. Will take care of you always no matter where you are. If you’re inquiring about somebody who identifies as male, they’re very comfortable embracing their feminine side, which means they’re secure in their sexuality, and hold healthy views on gender issues. This may be reflected in their personal style. Their main trait is orderliness and like to keep things in order. Might be a leader of some sort. They have a very commanding presence. Very dominant aura and vibes. You don't want to mess with them. This person is in control, and most of all, he is in control of his own emotions.

Signs- Divine Masculine, Divine Feminine, Twinflames, Destined Love, Aries, Mars, Fiery, FIre. Earth, Aquarius, Scorpio, Tauras, Jupiter, and Venus.

Hello Pile 3

They are very brave and are not afraid to take steps that no one has taken yet. Wants to make their own path and they do it no matter what other person has to say. They are master of soft power. Brave yet diplomatic. They can face any difficulties life has to offer them because they believe in themselves. They have a healthy ego but they are also very much in control of their ego. Know themselves very well. They might be introverted and doesn't like to go out much. Their ideal day off would be spending the day alone at home. They like to keep themselves healthy, and very health conscious. Might be into Yoga and meditation. They also prioritize getting a good night’s sleep. This person may also believe in slow eating. They make time for self-care. They have armor around themselves and don't let their guard down in front of anyone. But once you get to know them they will show you their real self. They are honest and can sometimes come out as blunt and straightforward too. Doesn't like wasting time on small talk.

Signs- Air signs, masculine energy, Jupiter, Libra, and Leo.

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coffeeghoulie · 5 months

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heaven's grief, hell's rain

or 2.5k about Aether's bracelet, Mountain's garden, and Dew's grucifix.

special thank you to @forlorn-crows for helping with the flowers, hope you enjoy <3

title from Just One Yesterday by Fall Out Boy

It's not a decision Aether makes lightly to stay behind. He's tired. He's been working doubles, between serving the band, the papacy, and serving in the infirmary. And, if he's honest, he thinks he's more useful at the Abbey, using his Lucifer-granted gifts to heal. He's always been taking care of his pack, he's good at what he does.

His pack takes it... well enough. Cirrus gracefully takes over his duties, leading the band pack as they get ready for this next tour, taking the two new summons under her wing. She takes his hand, kisses his cheek. Cumulus takes his face in her hands, presses their foreheads together, whispers that she's proud of him. Rain offers him a smile and a handshake, and Swiss kisses him between his horns and draws him into a tight hug. Sunny grins, bright like her namesake, happy someone else from the band pack is staying behind with her.

His mates, on the other hand? He can count on the claws of one hand the number of times he's ever seen Mountain cry. Dew's hands curl into fists, so tight he can smell the blood where his claws pierce his palms.

Dew storms out, the ends of his hair flickering with flame, smoke billowing from his nostrils. He hasn't been this out of control of his element since those first early days, after they knew he was going to survive the transition, barely out of the woods. Mountain follows, his steps uncharacteristically loud. Dew slams the door to his own room shut, and Mountain flees to his greenhouse.

Aether wishes that he could split himself in two, standing there, struck dumb as his mates turn their back on him. He honestly can't blame them. He fidgets with his bracelet, running his fingers along the silver chain, torn between two directions.

He goes to Dew first. Fire is far more volatile than earth, and he was Dew's before Mountain was summoned and joined their pack.

The door, surprisingly, is unlocked. It's dark, curtains drawn tight, and there's a Dew-sized lump underneath the covers. It's dusty in here, Dew spending most of his nights in Aether's oversized bed, big enough for three ghouls.

"Dew? Darling?" Aether breathes, the tension so thick he can almost taste it, the sulfur smoke scent of Dew's distress heavy on his tongue.

Dew sits up, copper eyes shining in the dark. "What are you doing here?"

Aether furrows his brow. "Checking on you, Dewey."

The fire ghoul shakes his head, covering his face with his hands as his shoulders shake. With silent laughter or tears, Aether can't quite tell. "You should have gone to Mount, Aether. I've never seen Juniper that angry."

"Dewey, I'm here," Aether breathes, taking a hesitant step towards the bed. "I'll go to Mounty, but I know you're upset too. Please."

Dew growls under his breath, grumbling as he shifts on the bed. "Don't want to lose you, Aeth," he whispers, pulling the blankets tighter around himself. He clutches the silver grucifix he always wears so tightly his already pale knuckles go white.

"You're not," Aether promises, sitting down next to his mate. He goes to wrap his arm around Dew's waist, but hesitates. "Satanas help me, Dewdrop, you will not lose me."

Dew sniffles, swallowing with a click as he grabs Aether's wrist, starts playing with the silver bracelet. He counts the links like a rosary, rotating the slightly-too-loose jewelry around Aether's wrist, lips moving in a silent prayer. "You promise?" Dew asks, voice small, not tearing his eyes away from the bracelet. Aether doesn't have to pry with his quintessence to know who he's thinking of. He's thinking of them too.

"Cross my heart," Aether says, letting Dew trace his claws along the lines of his palm.

They sit there in silence, Aether pulling Dew carefully against his side, even though the fire ghoul hasn't been fragile in a long time. "Dew," Aether breathes. "I love you so much, you know?"

Dew hums, his broken tail wrapped tight around his own thigh. "I know."

Another long lull of silence. The tension not quite broken. He pulls Dew closer, turns and presses a kiss to the sharp edge of his obsidian horn.

"Go to Mount," Dew breathes after a while. "Junie needs to hear this too."

Aether nods, pressing another kiss to Dew's cheekbone. "I love you, darling. Nothing's gonna change that."

"Love you too," Dew whispers as Aether opens the door. He smiles at his mate, slipping out of his room and heading to the outside door.

It's a long walk down to Mountain's greenhouse, the glass building nestled right at the edge of the forest surrounding the Abbey. The heavy glass door is unlocked, much to Aether's surprise, and he pushes it open slowly, the old hinges creaking as it swings inward.

Mountain doesn't turn to face him when he enters the greenhouse. He plucks the baby spider plants from their vines, moving the seedlings to smaller pots.

"Sweet thing," Aether breathes, watching the way Mountain's back stiffens. He feels his heart clench as he sees the thorny vines wrapped tight around the base of Mountain's antlers.

"Aether," Mountain says, voice even and bitten back.

"Mount, please," Aether says, taking another step towards his earth ghoul.

"You didn't talk to any of us before making this decision, even though you know it affects all of us," Mountain says, still not turning back to face him. The shears snip, metal on metal, and Aether winces.

"I'm sorry, Mount. I knew-"

"You knew what?" Mountain says, and the worst thing is that there's no anger in his tone. Just cold, still, evenness. "That if we knew that you were gonna stop touring, we'd stay behind too?"

Aether squeezes his eyes shut. They sting in the humid air, or are those just tears? He can't really tell.

"Do you mean to tell me, Aether, that you don't remember what the clergy did to Ifrit when he said no? What they did to Omega, your fucking predecessor? What they did to Zeph?" Mountain's voice cracks, fingers ghosting over a silver striped leaf, the entire vine trembling under his touch.

Aether takes a long breath. The silence is thick, never mind the humidity. "That's why I didn't tell you. I thought that if it were just me, and something happened, even though Papa promised me nothing would happen," Aether stresses, "You two would be safe and away from here. And if I came with, I would crash and burn and they would get rid of me anyways. I'm tired, Mount. I'm sorry."

Mountain turns to face him for the first time, and Aether almost stumbles back a step. Mountain's eyes are red rimmed and puffy, tearstains streaking down into his stubble, lower lip trembling. "Nova," Mountain breathes, so quietly Aether almost thinks he imagines it. "I know you went to Dew first. He'd break if you were gone. If we lost you like we did the rest of our pack. But I need you to know it would break me. I'm your mate too."

Aether can't hold back the keen that he makes when he sees his mate in distress. "They need me in the infirmary, I'm not going anywhere, sweet thing," Aether swears. He starts to twist his bracelet around his wrist, trying to keep himself level. Mountain sets down his shears, tail thrashing behind him, distress rolling off of him in waves like the scent of rotting vegetation.

"You can say that all you want, Aether, but we both know."

"Mountain," Aether says. He runs a hand over his face. "Mount."

"What do you want me to do, nova?" The earth ghoul says, voice wavering like branches in a breeze. "The decision's already been made. You're staying here, while your mates and the rest of our pack leaves. And let's be honest with ourselves. Neither of us know if you'll be here when we come back."

Aether feels something shatter deep in the core of him as he watches Mountain's steady shoulders start to shake. He rushes forward just as Mountain's knees wobble, wrapping his mate up tight in an embrace, guiding his head down into the crook of his neck as he begins to sob.

He rubs his cheek against the velvet coating Mountain's spring antlers, unable to keep his own eyes from watering as he rubs Mountain's back, every muscle tense. For once, he doesn't know what to say. He just holds him, lets him cry.

Eventually, he coaxes Mountain back behind the curtain of hanging vines to his living area, a daybed big enough for the giant and his mates, a small table and chairs tucked next to a basin sink. They sit down on the daybed, their sides pressed flush together. Mountain turns, tucks his face back in the crook of Aether's neck.

"Sweet thing," Aether breathes, praying to the Father Below he can keep his voice level. "What can I do?"

Mountain sniffles, takes a second before he answers, pulling back from Aether's throat. "I miss them, Aeth. I miss them so much."

He's not looking at him, and Aether turns to follow Mountain's line of sight. He's staring almost blankly at the flower garden that blocks off this section of the greenhouse. There's a raised bed underneath one of the rafters, with a dozen hanging baskets that create a curtain of greenery. It's a visual cacophony of colors and shapes, but it's Mountain's pride and joy. Aether knows what this garden means, who each plant represents.

There's hanging baskets of oak-leafed geraniums, dotted with little purple flowers, and ones with fuzzy clusters of edelweiss. Deep purple, almost black irises shoot up from the main bed, petals ruffled and curled at the edges, broken up by bee balm and spider lilies and white and red snapdragons. A trellis of delicate yellow jasmine blossoms stands at the edge of the bed, surrounded by daffodils and catchfly and calla lilies and baby's breath.

But Mountain's eyes are drawn to the hanging cissus discolor vines, the silver striped, deep green leaves. Aether knows exactly who Mountain's thinking of.

"I know, sweet thing," Aether breathes, staring at Mountain's garden. "I miss them too."

Mountain tears his eyes away from Zephyr's plants, snapping to face Aether. "I don't want to miss you, nova," he says, just the slightest growl at the edge of his voice. Aether cups Mountain's cheek, runs his thumb over the prickly, tear-damp stubble there.

"It'll be okay, Mount. I'll be right here with Sunny when you and Dewey come home, promise."

He takes a long, shuddering breath, eyes fluttering shut as he tries to calm himself. "Aether, you and Dew are the only ones of the old pack I have left. Please, nova, you gotta understand."

Aether doesn't respond, just pulls him tight into another tight hug, big hand cradled against the back of his head, guiding his face back to his neck. "I know, Mounty. I know."

They sit there until the sun sinks below the treeline, and eventually, they return to the pack. Aether starts his shifts in the infirmary as his mates start rehearsals with the new ghoul and ghoulette. He has a lot of time to think, intake and discharge paperwork always on his desk, about how best he can soothe his mates with their upcoming departure. He fidgets with his bracelet as he thinks, and he lights up as it hits him. That's it.

He borrows Swiss's utility knife, flipping it open to the needlenose pliers, staring at his bracelet, a little too big for his wrist, how the silver matches the metal of the grucifixes he and his mates wear around their necks.

Aether waits until the night before the pack and Papa are due to leave to act. It takes a little finessing, because while Mountain takes his necklace off when he goes to bed, Dew never stops wearing his, but a little quintosis to put the fire ghoul in a deeper sleep doesn't hurt. He works quickly as his mates grumble in their sleep, subconsciously reacting to the empty space in their bed. Aether sets the necklaces in his nightstand when he's done, muttering under his breath as he struggles to reclasp his bracelet around his wrist one handed, fingers smelling of silver polish and metal.

Once he gets it clasped, he climbs back into bed, holding his mates close as he too sinks into a deep sleep. He's going to miss this, and that's the last thought he has before unconsciousness takes him.

He's woken by Dew scrambling in his arms. "It's- it's not here, I don't- Aeth, Mount, my grucifix-" He paws at his own chest, feeling for something under his oversized shirt that isn't there.

Aether sits up, taking Dew's face in his hands softly as Mountain groans and stretches behind them. "Sorry, love, I took it off while you were asleep. I didn't mean to make you panic, I wanted to do something for you and Mounty before you two head out."

Dew's eyes are still wide, chest heaving as he tries to calm himself down. "Aeth, what do you mean? Where's my grucifix?"

Aether nods, palms up and open as he climbs out from the tangled mess of their limbs. "I have them, they're right here," he says, opening up the drawer of his nightstand, pulling out the two necklaces. Aether sets Mountain's down, turning back to Dew.

"Let me?" Aether asks, avoiding Dew's outstretched hands. Dew takes in a shaking breath, staring up at his mate, and nods. Aether loosens the adjustable cord, slipping it over Dew's head, pulling his sleep-mussed braid through, and sets the freshly-polished grucifix right over his mate's heart.

Dew furrows his brow as Aether pulls away, fingers going to touch the new addition to the necklace; a small ring, plain, unadorned, but the same gleaming silver as the grucifix. "Aeth, is this..."

"Hmm?" Aether asks, grabbing Mountain's and humming as he clasps it around the earth ghoul's neck, his antlers too wide for an adjustable cord like Dew's. He settles the grucifix and a matching ring over his heart as well.

"Your bracelet, nova," Mountain breathes, putting voice to what Dew's unable to.

Aether nods, eyes flickering down to said bracelet. "Thought you might like to have something of mine close to you when you go."

Dew grins, even as his eyes flood with tears, and tackles Aether into a fierce hug. "You're a sappy fucking bastard, Aether," he says, even as his own voice wavers, cheek pressed to Aether's throat.

"Love you too, Dewbug," he says, catching Mountain's equally misty eyes over his shoulder. Mountain has a hand pressed to his chest, pressing the grucifix and ring against his heart. "And I love you, sweet thing."

Mountain grins, standing and wrapping his long arms around both his mates, the three of them soaking in these last moments before inevitably they have to go their separate ways.

Aether's right. Mountain and Dew don't take off their necklaces for a long time, long after they return from tour. They keep that tiny piece of their mate close to them, to where he lives inside of them no matter what happens.

#constantly having feelings trio feelings #did i ignore my wiplist and send this one straight to the top? yeah #anyways #the black irises are omega #the calla lilies are mist #spider lilies are alpha #bee balm is ifrit #aether ghoul #mountain ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #the band ghost #the band ghost fanfiction #dot's writing #aether/mountain/dewdrop #also I wanna see if my Venn diagram of ‘fob songs I’ve titled fics after’ and ‘fob songs I’ve heard live’ will be a circle again lmao

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animeangel21 · 1 year

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Smoke and fuck pt.2

@sweeneyblue1 said: “I feel like Draken and Shinichiro would take real good care of their baby after they've smoked”

And for @fishingwithstring we will be doing tendou and suna ( if anyone knew how down bad i am for suna 😫 )

I agree 1000000% oh my god they would take such good care of their little baby <3

MINORS DNI 18+

Draken

You occasionally found yourself on Drakens couch smoking with him after he works. But your not just sitting in his lap all pretty, you’re sitting in his lap all pretty with his dick in you. He would adjust his hips and your manicured nails would dig into the back of the couch, he’s so deep inside you it hurt how full you felt.

You were always so good for him, sitting so still in his lap and letting him take care of you while you both sat there and passed the blunt back n forth. If you really start to zone out he’ll snap his hips upwards and place his lips on yours to breathe in whatever smoke you had in your mouth and blow it back in your face knowing how it turns you on.

“Eyes on me baby” he said cupping your face with his free hand that wasn’t holding the blunt.

The whites of your eyes were slightly red not too much but enough for him to smirk at you. “What kenny? Why are you looking at me like that?” You said casually as you leaned forward wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Nothin’ just admiring my beautiful girl. Plus I remember telling you to keep your eyes on me” his grip was tighter and you smiled trying not to laugh.

“My bad ken” you let a giggle slip out

“Oh this is funny? Let’s see how funny it is when you’re dumb on dick” he gave your ass a harsh smack and his grip on your hips was bruising as he started to bounce you on his lap.

“K-ken wait slow down!” You tried to get away from his grip on your face but he pulled you closer.

“It was funny huh? Disobeying daddy? Well now you can suffer your consequences like a good girl.” He kissed you so sweetly and his hand smoothed over the area he spanked a minute ago.

“Cum soon and I’ll buy you some snacks.” He mumbled against your lips. And you nodded your head and he kissed your cheek.

“Good girl.”

Unfortunately, as you two finished inupi knocked on the door asking if it was safe to come inside as he didn’t want to disturb you two.

But he himself was very disturbed and kinda turned on.

Shinichiro

You two were polar opposites when you met, introduced through Wakasa while being invited to smoke over at the local club he visited quite often and owned.

He didn’t need to say much as you two clicked and you were shin’s first everything and he was your first everything.

You now sat in his lap and rolled up again as his hands traveled up and down your thighs and slowly pushed your skirt upwards. His eyes were focused on your face, how red and glossy your eyes were made you 10 times hotter in shins eyes.

“You sure you can handle that baby?” He said and you readjusted yourself in his lap making the raven haired man groan slightly.

“I think I can, why? You tapping out?” You teased with a kiss to his lips.

“No baby, just making sure you’re gonna be okay while i remind you who usually taps out first.” He said with a laugh while kissing at your neck and sucking hard in several places.

You placed the rolled joint on the side table and moaned softly and arched your back from the feeling of his soft lips.

“Shin,please~” you moaned and his fingers tightened into the fat of your hips and ass.

“What? You wet already? Want me to take care of you baby?” His taller frame under you shifted and you could feel how hot his erection was pressed against your core.

“Ye-yeah. Please baby..” your voice seemed more eager as you leaned forward and pressed your body against his. Rolling your hips over his and pressing your lips against his neck.

His skin was on fire and your lips felt amazing against his neck. You were soaking right through the gray sweats he wore and he knew how you felt after smoking. You kicked the spot on his neck and gave it a bite before sucking it softly.

“Fuck, you’re killing me baby get up for a second.” He groaned and lifted you up with a tight grip on your hips.

You didn’t pull away from his neck but did move your hands down his toned front and pulled his sweats down enough so his erection would spring out and slap against his T-shirt.

“Put it in, let me take care of you princess.” He groaned attempting to pull you from his neck by your nape.

You held his throbbing member in your hand and pushed in with a moan against his neck. “Shin-” his grip tightened and he pushed you down all the way till you’re fully seated in his lap.

“Shh, I got the rest from here you just enjoy the ride”

The next day…

Shin had gotten ready to go to the shop and took another glance at you in the kitchen, he could see the bruising on your hips, thighs, and ass.

“I’ll see you later yeah?” He said walking up to you and placing his coffee cup on the counter.

“ of course baby. Don’t stay too late or I’m gonna have waka drag you out.” You said turning and kissing him.

“I won’t.” He mumbled against your lips before taking his keys and leaving.

————-later

“Shin! Where ya at man?” Wakasa’s voice echoed in the garage and shin stood from behind a bike and greeted his friend.

“What’s up? Don’t tell me y/n called you already” he said lighting a cigarette and walking away from his work area.

“No, came to bother. But do you wanna tell me why the hell it looks like your neck was attacked by an animal.” He smirked slightly observing the reddish purple marks on his best friends neck.

“Yeah a little animal named y/n.” He mumbled while making a mental note to get you back for that.

Suna

Suna was not only your boyfriend but he was also your dealer. He smoked you out whenever, wherever and most importantly he would always have you tag along especially when he’d have to make a drop off.

Tonight was no different, he wanted his girl with him while he drove around dropping off a couple orders of bud and edibles. You were wearing one of his black sweaters with a pair of shorts and you had the rolling tray in your lap while you rolled up a blunt for yall to smoke with eachother once he had somewhere to park once he’s done.

“Baby hand me that bag.” He said over Brent faiyaz playing through the speakers softly.

You lean forward and grab the black plastic bag at your feet and he opens it up grabbing 2 smaller bags and crumpled it up and held it in his hand.

“Alright, last one for tonight give me a few minutes.” He kissed your cheek and got out. You took a second to actually look around and saw the Osamu’s apartment complex.

Never did you ever think he’d be a stoner in all the years you knew him.

Moments later Suna unlocked the doors and slid in his seat before speeding off and his colder hand fell on your thigh giving it a squeeze and your hand fell on top of his.

“You cold my love?” You mumbled and he nodded so you intertwined your fingers.

“Your thighs are so warm, I want em around my head.” He grins at you causing you to roll your eyes at his comment.

“Hmm, maybe later.” He gave your hand a squeeze.

“Don’t be a tease.” His tone was only slightly serious more so joking but it made your toes curl.

He pulled up to some warehouse that wasn’t abandoned but just never really busy this time of year and you handed him the blunt and he placed it between his lips letting you light it for him.

He took a pretty big hit and you watched him ghost it before blowing it out and unbuckled your seatbelt so you could climb over the middle console and place yourself in his lap.

“Not close enough?” He said looking down at you making you sit up and roll your eyes.

“I’m close enough but it’s not a crime to sit in my boyfriends lap is it?” You took the blunt before he could take another hit and inhaled deeply as he just looked at you with low eyes and a hand on your lower back.

“Right, it’s not a crime but when I’m hard cause of it there’s a problem but, you take care of it every time.” You could feel that he was already semi hard in his black sweats. He looked really good wearing the black hoodie that hugged his figure quite well and his thick toned thighs felt alot warmer than usual under you.

You took another hit while looking at him, and passed it to him and blew it out after you held it in for a second more.

“I would I always do.” He took a hit and his free hand was running over the curve of your ass and up your back in a soft motion.

“When you can take it.” He replied with a lopsided grin. You lean closer to him and he takes a hit and his hand rid up your hand and grips the hair at the base of your neck pulling you closer. His soft lips were against yours and you parted your lips with his and inhaled the same hit he took. He didn’t wait a second after you exhaled and pushed his tongue into your mouth pulling you closer to his mouth.

With a few adjustments of the seat, pulling his sweats and boxers down after putting the blunt into the ashtray so he didn’t burn you, he ran his hand up your thigh and pressed his fingers against your core and the front of your shorts were soaked.

The realization hit him, you had no panties on.

“You’re such a slut for me you didn’t wear panties? You Fucking soaked your shorts baby.” He sucked into your neck pulling the skin between his teeth then moving to another spot.

“Rin need you, please.” You move your hips closer and your fingers dig into the skin on the back of his neck.

“I’m Mm mm mm m-“ he mumbled something into your skin and you could be bothered with what he said cause the way his fingers were running through your slick folds made you brain dead.

“ pay attention or you’re not cumming at all” he said in a serious tone. He felt your hole clench around nothing at all and your slick was running down his middle finger. “ I’m gonna fuck the shit out of you but I need to know if you want me to prep you..not like you’ll need it”

One of your hands tightened in his hair and he bit his lip to keep that moan in his throat. “No rin, want you now”

“Fuck, your pussy feels really good baby.” He groaned holding your hips while lowering you down onto his length.

Your giggle was cut off with a moan “you say that all the time baby”

“Cause you always feel good, always so wet and warm” he said kissing your neck and biting down. His hands still held your hips and he started lifting them and dropping you into his lap.

Your nails dug into his shoulders and your fingers curled in his hair tugged when he started to pick up the pace.

A good night indeed.

Tendou

Your boyfriend was not one to miss out on the opportunity to smoke with you and spend quality time with you doing other things.

What could that possibly mean? He rolled up and you ran the bath and threw in some vanilla-lavender scented soap and a nice rose scented bath bomb with petals. Once you two settled in, he sat you in his lap chest to chest and he lit the blunt for you.

“Relaxed?” He said with a smile and you look at him with a smile.

“Yes, much better with you here.” You said and kept your dry hand that held the blunt away from the water.

He admired your beauty while taking the blunt and giving you a kiss before taking a hit and cupping your face to bring you in for a kiss.

“Wanna distress a bit more?” He suggestively asked running his thumb over your bottom lip.

“Mm, how do you want me to help you with that baby?” He took another hit and placed the blunt between your fingers and slipped both hands into the water and lifted you up by your hips.

Before he could open his lips and tell you to put it in your smaller hand grabbed his shaft and gave him a few pumps before slipping his fat head into your slick pussy.

“Even in the bath you’re still so wet baby, you wanted me that bad?” He watched your lips wrap around the blunt and take a big pull before putting it in the ashtray.

“For you baby? Always.” Your voice trembled slightly.

His fingertips touched on either side of your waist and he used his grip to grind you in his lap wanting to be careful not to have the bath water spill out too much.

The tip of his dick was pushing right into your g spot and the stimulation on your clit was putting you closer to that edge causing the volume of your moans to increase.

“Fuck baby, you’re so fucking good” he mumbled and smirked into your neck before biting down.

Your nails clawed down his back, the pain caused his own nails to dig into your lower back. He lifted you up and dropped you in his lap as he pleased so his tip was now pressing into your cervix and you were so close to cumming already.

“Baby please, m’ gonna cum. Want more” you moaned and your left hand was holding the back of his neck now digging into his nape.

The pain always got him a lot closer and always caused him to start an unforgivable pace.

“Fuck, me too baby” one of his hands went into your hair and wrapped your locks around his hand and he pulled back so he could kiss you with full tongue.

Nothing could prepare tendou for the feeling of you cumming on his dick, in the bath, in your shared Home, in Paris.

He was truly living his best life with you and wanted nothing more than this.

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blakeswritingimagines · 9 months

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Relax.... *SMUT*

Summary: Having a lovely and relaxing day with your lovers....Until hands start to wander then all the peace and quiet goes out the window.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

Word count: 2.6k

Warnings: No use of protection, a few spanks, degradation, face-sitting, biting and marking,

You smiled as you back laid in bed with your husband and wife Daemon and Laena having been with them both for some time now, letting the sheets cover you all as you chose to simply relax in bed having decided to forgo any actual plans for the day as the three cuddled and caressed each other letting the tension rise as the tender moment turned into teasing. You smiled to yourself as you leaned into Daemon’s touch as you moved your hand across his chest before moving over to Laena, gently touching Laena's dark skin before looking up at the blonde male and softly pressed your lips against his before barely pulling away "Careful Daemon or otherwise we'll need a round together again."

He chuckles, gently squeezing your rear playfully "what's wrong with that?" He teased, kissing you on the mouth to silence your tongue, his hand lightly caresses Laena’s skin "I don't see why all 3 of us can't have a go, we've done it before" He mumbled between kisses. "Yes we have my love, but I need time to recover between rounds," Laena whispered with a smile, kissing Daemon gently."Besides, you know I like to watch you and our darling," she added, looking towards you with a teasing smile. Daemon grins at the idea of an audience "maybe it would be fun, for someone else to watch for a change?" He says, glancing towards you "what do you think, dove?" He asked, looking to see your response to the idea.

You nodded eagerly, your smile growing wider as your eyes turned back towards Laena. Without a word, the silver haired woman nodded her head in agreement. "I agree with Daemon. It would be... quite exciting to have an audience for once. Mayhaps a change of pace would be good for us all," You said, reaching out to touch Daemon's cheek. Daemon grins back at Laena "I never knew you were such a voyeur" He grinned at his own joke, caressing her dark skin "we can all have our very own private show" He whispered in her ear, his other hand caressing your ass his eyes drift down your body "but first, let's get you out of that dress" His hand trailing over your soft skin "A private show does sound lovely. And who am I to deny you that?" Laena said with a grin. As Daemon's hand caressed your body, her eyes began to travel further south, finding it quite arousing. She cleared her throat and quickly looked back up to Daemon. "But of course," she said with a shy smile. "Though, perhaps we should also do away with all those pesky clothes as well. All of this clothing seems to get in the way." Laena chuckled as Daemon's hand grazed against you as if teasing you slowly and she nodded in agreement. "Indeed, I have always loved the idea of entertaining myself by watching," Laena whispered "You want to see me with nothing on?" You asked with a smirk. "Why don't you use those strong hands of yours to strip me first, my love?" You continued, stepping closer to Daemon with a playful grin on your face.

"Mhm, that's better" He smiled, grabbing hold of your flimsy nightgown. As he slid it past your curves, the gown hangs limply from your arms until he guides it to the floor. Laena seems to be enjoying the sight, watching him stripping you and giggling as she does "Would you like to help me?" He murmured into Laenas ear "I think you could handle these straps better, love" His eyes turn to you, your legs already spread and exposed, and he ran his hand up your bare thigh. Pushing you down onto the bed, Laena sits on the edge of the bed and smiles as your breasts are exposed "they really could do with a good caress" Laena says, brushing her hand over your nipples "maybe you like a little punishment too eh?" She whispers.

"Mmm, just as I thought my love. Your breasts look lovely," Daemon said, lightly pinching and rolling your nipples between his fingers. "Do you enjoy that little punishment?" the silver haired woman whispered in your ear as her hand wandered down your body. She looked back up at Daemon, Laena gave you a wink and a smile before leaning in and pressing her lips against yours. "Mmm..." Daemon grunted, kissing you gently to distract you from Laena’s touch "what do you think, should we add more punishment?" He asked , leaning in and licking down your neck. Leaning in, Laena pressed her lips against Daemon's before turning her attention back to you. "Let us add a little more punishment... I think our darling is very eager to please us," she said. With one hand, Laena slid her fingers along the length of your body before resting her palms against your breasts."Y/n is a lucky girl," Laena said with a smirk as she watched Daemon fondle your breasts as well. "I would love to continue punishing her," Laena whispered to Daemon as she nibbled along your neck, leaving light bite marks on your skin. Laena pulled away from you and sighed before looking back at Daemon, a smirk on her face. "In fact, our sweet baby should be punished further. More than just touching."

Daemon grin, his touch turning to a rough scratch as he squeezed your breast "she would look beautiful with teeth marks along her breasts, wouldn't you agree?" as he said this he glanced towards Laena’s marked neck and her lips form a playful smile. You let out a soft moan, your eyes closing as your body tensed up. You were certainly enjoying the way Daemon and Laena were making you feel. "Do you think so? That I would look beautiful with teeth marks along my breasts?" You whispered. "You shall have to make sure all of those bruises don't fade, then. I shall cherish each and every one of them," You purred and a grin slowly spread across your face. Laena watched Daemon press his teeth against your earlobe. Her eyes followed his hand as he gently squeezed your breasts, her lips curling into a slight smile. "The perfect pair of breasts to mark," she said quietly. Laena kissed Daemon's neck, slowly moving her mouth along the scratches she had left there earlier. She was excited to watch Daemon inflict some of his own damage upon their share wife. "I can see you might need some help with punishing Y/n," she whispered.

Daemon could feel his grin widen and kiss Laena’s neck, enjoying her presence. "Let's do it" He looked back to you, kissing your neck and nibbling at the tender nape. "I want to leave your body and skin marked, bruised and perfect only for us" He spoke softly into your ear "your skin belongs to me and Laena" Your fingers clenched into the sides of the bed as you groaned. "So possessive," You whispered, looking up at Daemon, "but you are not wrong. Your teeth will leave marks that will look beautiful against my skin." You looked over at Laena with a smile of pure pleasure. You knew that, once Daemon had finished with you, Laena would also leave your body with bruises and kisses. You began to squirm around on the bed just at the very thought, your eyes shutting as Daemon kissed your neck. "Mmm," You groaned as his lips and his hands felt absolutely marvelous. Not one to remain at the sidelines, Laena moved to embrace you and kissed you on the lips. Her hands traveled down to your waist and traced over the ridges of your hips.

"I want you to always think of Laena and I when you look at your skin" Daemon growled, turning his focus to your breasts, his teeth making a distinct mark over your left nipple. As he does this he looks over to Laena watching as her fingers trace over your hips as she kisses you on the lips again. "Mmm, such an eager girl," Laena purred and kissed you softly letting the tension build with each kiss, letting her tongue explore your mouth. "More punishment?" Daemon whispered into your ear, his hand drifting down your body to your nether regions and gliding your inner thighs teasing you "I thought you liked it when I punished you?" He purred, kissing your neck and biting your shoulder playfully "do you need to be taught what happens to pretty girls when they're naughty, baby?" He whispers, lightly kissing your ear, nibbling on your lobe.

Laena moves closer, the two of them pinning you down against the bed as she kisses your neck, scratching at your shoulder as her hand gently reaches up and brushes against your breast again. Laena leans in close against your back. "I want to leave marks so that everyone can see, marks that people will know, that you belong to me and Daemon" She whispered in your ear "I want you to always think of Laena and I when you look at your skin" Daemon growl in your ear. As he do this he looked over to Laena "she's very eager for a little rough treatment like our cute little slut" You whimpered looking at them both as they spoke like you weren’t there, giving them pleading eyes as you spoke with a whine "Use me already please just use me already." Laena grinned at Daemon's comment and nodded her head in agreement. Your words were rather appealing to Laena, and she thought you would look rather sexy with her marks all over you "As she wishes," Laena whispered as she kissed you again before leaning in to bite your breast.

Daemon's hand reaches over towards your waist and presses his against your stomach as he slid his cock deep inside of you, giving you a moment before picking up the pace of his hips "She is an eager girl" He murmurs, nibbling on your neck before bringing his hand down on your ass roughly as he continued using your body while Laena kept kissing you and muffling each other’s moans "Why don't you sit on her face love? you both always enjoy that." Laena chuckled as Daemon ordered her to sit on your face. "You heard him, my love. How can I resist him for long?” With one swift move, Laena climbed on top of you and kissed you on the lips one last time. She looked back at Daemon for a moment and chuckled before leaning down towards your body. She was quite excited about the prospect of giving you a taste of her body herself. Daemon grinned at the sight "Yes Laena, please do indulge her" He spoke letting his eyes take in the sight just within reach, gently moving his hand on Laena’s back and kissing her shoulder he looked over at Laena and smiled, watching her settle on your face with a look of excitement on her face. He looked back to you "is that what you want love? Laena on your face?" He asked teasingly, his hands running along your thighs but kept thrusting his hips letting out small groans "I think you might enjoy that.”

Laena looked back at Daemon as he pleased you roughly. She enjoyed the way he looked at her as she went about pleasuring herself with your mouth. She could feel your warm breath on her bare cunt before moaning sweetly as she felt your tongue as she leaned over, and she moved to sit up higher on your face."Mmm, I want you to taste every inch of my body," Laena whispered as Daemon continued stroking himself inside of you. Laena tilted her head back and continued to pleasure you, her hips rocking back and forth more than ever. She felt Daemon's hand on her shoulder and his breath on her ear. At the sound of Daemon's words, she smiled slightly as she kept moving. "I do enjoy her," she whispered in Daemon's ear. With Laena leaning forward on your face as she rode your tongue like nothing else mattered in that moment, Daemon turns his focus back to you. His hand begins to glide along the length of your thighs. His fingertips dance along the sensitive skin of your labia, teasing you as he even started slowing his pace down just to tease you more before he grabbed Laena's face as he kissed her roughly as they both used you like a toy that didn't matter.

Laena took her time, touching you everywhere she could. When Daemon grasped her face and kissed her roughly, she let out a soft purr and moved to kiss him back passionately. She enjoyed the way that Daemon treated you as she was riding, teasing you relentlessly before eventually picking up the pace. "Mmm, you are both so wonderful," she purred. Daemon can barely contain himself, letting out soft grunts as he watches Laena ride your face "yes, that's exactly it" he whispers "ride her harder." he then whispers in Laena’s ear "this just might be my favorite show" Daemon grins at the response Laena gives when he grabs her face, the sounds of pleasure coming from your mouth a music for his ears. "You two must be really enjoying yourselves" He whispered to your ear, his tongue brushing against your nipples. He felt his body tense as he became close and groaned loudly "I'm gonna breed this cute pussy."

"Mmm, I am riding as hard as I can, Daemon," The Lady of the Tides panted softly as she continued moving her hips, letting you hold her closer even as she tried to pull away which caused the coil in her stomach to nearly snap at how much you seemed to want her on your face as Daemon fucked you. "It feels wonderful to see another woman's body riding you so eagerly" One of his hands rests along Laena’s neck, stroking her shoulder and holding her closer "don't hold back my love" He whispered into Laena's ear "if you feel you can't take any more we can stop but I like seeing you enjoy her like this" He murmured softly as Laena continues to ride your face, a light growl escapes his throat and he whispers "I'm close.”

Laena's face flushed as Daemon spoke in her ear. She enjoyed the way that he looked at her while she took you in such a way, but she was also enjoying you very much. "Don't you worry my love, you and I will keep using her for our pleasure," Laena purred with a grin. "And I do not wish to stop. Just make sure to hold on." With that, Laena increased her speed, hoping to find her own pleasure quickly. As Laena's tempo quickens, so does Daemon's pace as his hips snap against yours. The silver haired woman continued to rock back and forth, enjoying each moment as a soft moan escapes her lips. She kept her legs slightly spread, and her hips continued to move.

As Daemon's hips continued to move, you all eventually reached the climax of your love making. Laena let out a soft moan and her hips slowed. She looked down and watched Daemon as he finished. "That felt wonderful, my love," she said as her breath continued to be heavy. She moved off of you and kissed you on the cheek. "And that was also quite wonderful," she said with a wink. As Daemon come he closed his eyes and leaned back, the feeling of satisfaction coursing through his veins his body still trembling slightly he grinned, looking over to you both "I agree, I like seeing you both satisfied.”

Daemon’s face turns to a contented smile as he lays next to you after pulling both you and Laena close, his hand caressing your cheek "You're beautiful, my love" He whispered sweetly before laying your head down on his chest his fingers brushing through your hair he looked over to Laena "and so are you. I hope you both enjoyed that as much as I did.”

#daemon targaryen #daemon targaryen x reader #daemon targeryen x reader #daemon x reader #daemon x you #daemon x laena #laena #laena velaryon #laena valeryon #lady laena #house of the dragon #house of the dragon smut #laena velaryon x reader

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brodieland · 1 month

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.˚ 𓈒 ࣪.𝝑𝝔 I'd let her light me on Fire ´ˎ˗

Leo Valdez x Fem!Reader Synopsis: after three weeks, the girls get a new roommate that Leo may or may not be quite familiar with!!! Warning(s): do I need to say cursing anymore Word Count: 2379 A/N: this is a normal AU, no godly shit 😛 why did I make Leo a lil bit of a loser?? also im gonna mention it now bc im lazy LOL, the dorms are like the ones in Gilmore girls (it makes me wish Yale was real💔) like they have the common area with the rooms connecting off of it, also writing in this pov is kinda annoying why did I do this, now lemme shut up Part 1

After a good 3 weeks in the amazing Los Angelos, it was time to go home. Well, not home, school. Weirdly enough, the seven felt a little bit homesick from being away for so long, but that cleared up when they remembered they were going to have to sit in the van for another 5 agonizing days. FUN!! And no, Leo did not almost fall asleep at the wheel, that was just Hazel's motion sickness getting to her, making her see things if you will.

When they made it back, they all felt like zombies when they were trudging back to their rooms. Safe to say the second they finished unpacking, just like in LA, they all passed out.

The next day, at around 10AM, the boys were sitting on the couch together eating cereal and just talking when Percy's phone went off.

"Yo I just got a text from Annabeth," Percy said with mouthful of cereal. "They're finally getting their fourth girl."

Leo was intrigued by this. Ever since that one night in LA, he hadn't really stopped thinking of Y/N. One thing about Leo, he never had the warmth of a family. When he ran away from his foster homes, all he had was the warmth of a fire every night to keep him going before he got dropped in a new home, one colder than the last. Now he associated the warmth of a fire with a girl, one he met once who had a crazed look in her eye when she saw the lighter go off. Leo had a thing for girls on the weirder end, but he was totally fine with that.

"We should go," Leo suggested. Y/N's voice still rang in his head, 'I gotta go now, maybe I'll see you around. Leo Valdez.' Now this was delusion at its finest, but he didn't care.

"Of course you want to meet the new girl," Jason chuckled as he got up toward the kitchen. Leo gave a half-assed laugh that no one paid mind too. Percy texted Annabeth back saying that they were on their way. Leo had a little pep in his step on his way to the girls floor. When they got there, Percy did a secret little knock on the door and Annabeth opened it, quickly kissing Percy before allowing everyone inside.

"'cough' Corny 'cough'" This earned Leo some chuckles, but was utterly ignored by the lovely couple in front of him.

"Right this way everyone, me and Hazel were just watching a movie. Pipers helping her unpack." Frank and Percy made their way to the couch along their girlfriends while Jason followed Leo toward the empty room. Well, the no longer empty room.

When Leo pushed past the door, he saw a girl leaning forward grabbing stuff from a duffle bag. She had on some low waisted baggy jeans that sat just right by her hip bone, and a crop top that showed off her figure. A beautiful slim waist and hair that flowed down her back. 'Wow.'

She stood up straight, like she sensed Leo eyes lingering and staring at her. When she turned around, a smile quickly flooded her features. "Oh my god, hey there stalker boy." She chuckled as Piper and Jason gave him the weirdest look.

"Hey I'm not a stalker! If anything, you're the stalker. How'd you know where I went to school?" Leo began walking closer and waving his finger around to make his point.

'Well," Y/N poked Leo's forehead, sending his head back ever so slightly. "I didn't. This is the boarding MY PARENTS decided to send me too."

"Can we pause for a second," Piper interjected. "Do you two know each other?"

"Oh of course," Y/N beamed. "Back like 3-4 weeks in LA, I was just minding my business, right? Then suddenly I felt eyes on me, so I turned and saw him staring at me!"

"I had to stare-,"

"Oh you HAD to stare?"

"Well, yeah?? You were literally trying to light a jungle gym on fire??"

"That's dramatic."

"Oh so that's why you came back late with a giant smile," Jason teased. Leo turned and gave him a look like 'bro your selling right now', but Y/N just started giggling and walking closer.

"Aw I had you kicking your feet and grinning," she started pinching his cheeks, swinging his head from side to side. "Be honest did you miss meee??"

Piper and Jason couldn't help but laugh at the situation their friend was in, knowing he probably didn't mind it all that much.

"Miss you?" Leo grabbed her hands off his face. "I hardly know you??"

"Yeah okay," Y/N turned back around to continue to unpack. "Well you can stand there and keep staring, or you could help me unpack." This was a hard decision. Stare at a masterpiece among art, or do work. Leo ended up helping though, not even noticing Piper and Jason excusing themselves.

While Leo continued to help unpack, he made it to one of the last book bags of clothes. When Y/N turned her eyes widened. "Leo don't open that one."

"Hm, what'd you say," she was too late. He already opened it and dumped everything inside in front of it, some landing on his feet. Though, it wasn't really clothes, more so underwear and bras. "That's what you said," Leo said lowly.

"Well um, I got it from here Leo. Thanks for the help," Y/N was a little embarrassed to say the least. How could she not be when the guy she'd been thinking about just dumped her underwear on his feet.

"No yeah you got that," Leo said as he backed away to the door, knocking into the dresser on his way. "I'll be out here," and he stepped out the door.

He left her in the room (where she stood just there for a good minute), as he joined in the rest of his friends in front of the tv. "Hey guys."

"Hey Leo-" Percy cut himself off when he looked down, and started laughing.

"Whats so funny?"

"Look down," Annabeth snickered, making the rest of the people on couch laugh as well. For a fact, the last thing Leo was expecting to see was Y/N's underwear tangled with his ankle, but that's exactly what he saw. The look on the boy's face was seemingly unreadable, but he was definitely embarrassed as he lifted up his foot and pinched the underwear off with his thumb and pointer finger. Now watch this for perfect timing!!

"Um, Leo," as Y/N stepped out the room to ask the awkward question, but she cut herself off. "Oh my god Leo did you just try to steal my underwear??"

Leo started stammering over his words as Y/N started making her way over to him, grabbing the underwear. "Uh NO! Why would I want your underwear??"

"Well, you just had it," she laughed.

"Well not on purpose obviously," Leo crossed his arms. "Like what do you think of me hello??" She started walking back to her room.

"Well, you were already a little stalker," Y/N leaned on the doorframe with the doorknob in her hand. "Now we can add pervert to the list!" She let out a laugh that made Leo think he was in heaven listening to the angels above, then he remembered why she was laughing at him as she shut the door.

He could've sworn his eye twitched. Because obviously she knew he didn't take it, she just found it funny to mess with him. Call it flirting if you will.

"Dude, that's not how you flirt with girls you know," Frank joked from the couch. Now it was their turn to laugh at Leo.

"Yo what is this, 'national pick on Leo day?'"

"The joke wasn't funny when you said it yesterday, and it shockingly isn't any funnier today," Hazel chuckled.

"But seriously, how do you get a girls underwear tangled around your ankle before getting your first kiss," Jason asked, making everyone laugh some more.

"Why does the whole village feel the need to gang up on me right now?"

"To be fair you make it really easy," Piper added. "Do you even talk to girls other than the ones in this room?"

"No and this ones really pretty so can we cut me some slack??"

Y/N stood in her dorm, leaning up against the closed door listening in on the conversation going on in their common area. "This one." She giggled as she listened to them all berate Leo for his lack of skills with girls. As the conversation died down, she spent the next ten minutes or so unpacking before walking back out and joining the others.

When Y/N arrived this morning, the girls quickly made her feel welcome. It was really refreshing compared to most, if not all, the other schools she'd been to.

She walked out and saw everyone laid out on the couch. The only space open was conveniently next to Leo, which was fine considering he had some popcorn with him (bless Piper for convincing the school to let her keep her microwave). When she plopped down next to him, she leaned closer to grab some popcorn and whisper, "what movie are we watching?"

When Leo turned to face the girl next to him, he could've sworn he felt chills go down his back. It was just like that night in LA. "We're watching Fear Street, we planned on watching all three when we came back."

He had popcorn breathe. "Oh fire, I've been wanted to watch these too."

When she saw Leo laid back and comfortable, she took her chance to sit somewhat closer, slipping her arm under his and wrapping it around, leaning her head on his shoulder. His nervous system may have rebooted but that's besides the point.

When the bowl in front of the two was now empty, Leo started to stand, quietly gesturing Y/N to follow him. Leo led her into Piper's room, where the microwave and some snacks were. As he knelt down looking for food, Y/N sat down on the bed and watched Leo.

"So, how ya been?" Leo asked. "Considering you were living on the streets."

"Oh it was so hard, fending for myself in these dangerous streets as a small feeble woman," Leo chuckled. "It wasn't that bad, I was just staying in my car. Me and my beetle against the world."

"Yeah, I get that," Leo sat on the floor while the microwave started to spin. "I lived in my van a lot, I even named it festus."

"A van? Like scooby doo type shit? Cause that'd be pretty sick."

"THANK YOU! Finally someone understands me."

"I'm a pretty open minded person." The microwave peeped.

"Popcorns ready."

"How is there even a microwave in here you," Y/N asked.

"Pipers pretty persuasive I suppose." Leo sat down with the bowl of popcorn just eating it. He patted the spot on the floor next to him gesturing the girl in front of him to sit. She slid over and started eating the popcorn.

"You know, I'm kinda hungry for some actual food." She turned over to Leo. "Is there somewhere here to get some food?"

"Cafeteria's open?" She smiled and pulled the bowl of popcorn off of Leo's lap before grabbing his wrist and pulling him up and out the door. Y/N was snickering as she pulled Leo out of her dorm into the hallway before stopping and turning to him.

"I don't know where to go, still new here."

"Well naturally," he rolled his eyes and laughed. "Follow me, m'lady."

She didn't realize how hungry she was for some real food till she caught a whiff of some Mac n cheese and chicken tenders. Popcorn was cool and all, but this was much better.

"You don't have an ID yet right," Y/N nodded. "I'll treat you then."

She smiled as she followed him to the food, "Such a gentleman. Is this an apology for stealing my underwear?"

People gave weird looks before going back to what they were doing. "Dude you can't just say that," Leo rubbed his temples.

"I mean, it's true," She shrugged and started filling her plate with some gorgeous Mac n cheese and chicken tenders. When she finished Leo paid for both their meals and they sat at a table across from each other. "God this shits good."

"You sound starved.."

"To be fair I was saving my money for gas while I was out. Shits expensive so not as many full course meals as you'd think."

"Well, while your here I could make up for that, treat you some more like the gentleman I am."

"Aw, are you flirting with me?"

"Why is it working?" Leo joked (He wasn't joking).

"Woah, big talk from a guy who hasn't had his first kiss," she laughed but Leo just dropped his forked and stared straight at the girl in front of him.

"When did you-"

"Thin walls you know," she winked.

"It's not funny."

"Maybe just a little."

"I've kissed millions of girls!" Leo retorted.

"Really? Name one."

"A gentleman doesn't kiss and tell," Leo winked and Y/N just rolled her eyes.

"Ya know if you were honest it could've been a millions and 1." He looked straight at you. "Just kidding!"

"Is your biggest joy in life just making fun of me?"

"Maybe.. yes." She said as she took the last bite of her food. The two stood up and went to throw away their empty plates. They made their way back to the girls dorm. When Y/N opened the door she saw everyone about a fourth of the way through the third fear street movie. "We're back."

"Where'd you guys go," Piper asked.

"To eat, I was hungry," Y/n smiled as she plopped down in the same seat she sat in before, shortly followed by Leo. They both slid into the same positions as earlier, with their arms intertwined as they laid their heads on each other, but this time, it weirdly felt more comfortable. This was gonna be a fun year!!!

#percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #percy jackson pjo #percy pjo #leo hoo #leo valdez hoo #leo valdez pjo #leo pjo #leo valdez x reader #leo valdez x you #leo valdez x y/n

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harmonysanreads · 15 days

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ One Year Commemoration Post↬Sumeru Love Hexagon

-; ੈ♡˳ BEHIND THE HEXAGON

☆ The primary inspirations behind this AU are Alhaitham's Demo and this Fan Musical that debuted on Spring HoyoFair 2023!

Alhaitham's Demo no doubt gave many writers and daydreamers heavy brainrot and I happen to be one of them lol. But it was not until the fan musical that I had a concrete enough idea. I was charmed by the amount of tavern shenanigans this concept had the potential to bring, which is something that I really wanted to write at the moment :>

☆ Originally, Scaramouche or, Wanderer wasn't even supposed to be part of the AU!

Mainly because I didn't see many inclusion of him in the Sumeru Crew (at that time) and was unsure how it'd be taken D: But then, I remembered the v3.6 trailer where he was duking it out with the others and I was like 'why not?'. From that point on, he's come a long way and has even become the Best Boy of the Hexagon! :D

☆ Scaramouche's 'innocent in front of reader and the opposite behind their back' act is a tribute to his very first in-game appearance in the v1.1 Unreconciled Stars event!

This is something I'm humbly proud of, so to say. I still occasionally go back and admire the writing from that event. I think it's absolutely criminal for such a lore-rich and well-done in terms of character introduction event to be limited but oh well. Scaramouche, in my opinion, can be an excellent actor when he needs to be and if you watch the story from this event, you'll understand. Combining this with his mental state from after the Interlude Quest creates quite a messy situation though and, I kept it that way intentionally :>

☆ In the initial draft, Alhaitham was written as a very jealous character!

The cause of it being reader's infinite care for Kaveh. But obviously, I scraped it and wrote a much more toned down version and I sometimes wonder if I should've gone with my initial thoughts. Admittedly, I was playing it safe due to some reality checks regarding his character so I don't regret it a whole lot. But if it was up to the present me, I would be down to writing jealous Alhaitham immediately lol

-; ੈ♡˳ QUESTIONNAIRE

Does the Reader have White Knight Syndrome?

Well, I didn't originally write them with this particular condition in mind, however, upon further reflection I can see that they definitely show some symptoms of it. And considering the situation they're in, it's very easy for them to fall into the condition itself. I'm not at all qualified to diagnose someone with a mental condition so, my answer will have to a soft no. However, if anyone wants to imagine them as such, they're of course free to do so.

Is there any character you'd want to write differently if given the chance?

I already mentioned Alhaitham to a degree but, I really really wish I had been more considerate of Cyno. We're entering debatable territory here but the Hoyo writers putting so much emphasis on Cyno's TCG addiction and jokes while handling his actual lore whimsically made me lose interest in his character at that time. Though, I hope his upcoming Story Quest will fix this and do his character justice <3

Who is your favorite among the boys?

If you've lingered around my blog for a while, I know you thought I was going to say Alhaitham but, within the confines of the AU, it's actually Kaveh! He's like the initial spark that kindled the actual fire, as such, he's the first one you read about. I felt immense empathy for him after I learned about his lore through leaks, which is reflected onto the reader as well. Had this been a different timeline, Kaveh and Reader's relationship would be pure wholesomeness.

Who among the five is the endgame?

Ohohohoho.. place your bets because it can be literally anyone :) Even someone outside the hexagon in the off-chance they end up slaughtering each other lol. Kind of out of topic but, I think the Wanderer route would be genuinely heartbreaking unless he does something about Reader's mortality. He'd have to watch the one person who truly loved him decay slowly, while he remains afloat his raft of artificiality, safe from the clutches of death temporarily. Thinking about the endings make me feel quite sad honestly, it's a reminder that even the lighthearted shenanigans of the Hexagon will end at some point.

-; ੈ♡˳ ENDING NOTES

I could've easily done a writing event to celebrate the anniversary but I just really, really wanted to talk about these little tidbits. Many many kudos to you if you've made it this far, I hope I didn't bore you :')

Memories are fragile things, so I'd like to think of this as a memorial of sorts that I can look back to after a few years and not think of myself as a total failure lol. I wrote this AU at a rather difficult period of my life, which is why this is more lighthearted despite falling into the Yandere genre.

I don't really know how to express my gratitude without sounding overly sappy, but I'll forever remember every interaction, comment, ask etc regarding the Hexagon fondly. I even remember someone saying they're binge reading this late at night instead of studying for an exam or something which is.. wow, I hope you're doing well nowadays my fellow night owl! I appreciate every each one of you for even taking some of your time to read my silly ramblings <3

This is not at all the end of the Hexagon AU, just to clarify! I'll still answer any asks regarding the five losers (affectionate) because, despite the limitations placed by reality, in fiction, we have the power to imagine and write infinite tavern shenanigans.

Just before I posted the original concept, I thought to myself, 'If even one person smiles because of this, I'll consider it a success.' and now, looking back to the amount of people that enjoyed the Sumeru Love Hexagon (very silly name but I digress) I just feel so, so happy.

Thank you, everyone, sincerely <3

#sumeru love hexagon #well turns out i cannot do this without getting emotional after all :I #hsr is a big distraction these days so i really hope cyno's sq gives me good brainrot so i can return to my roots>:(#i almost didn't want to post this but screw anxiety #happy anniversary hexagon #genshin impact x reader #yandere genshin impact x reader #yandere concepts #yandere x reader #yandere genshin x reader #yandere genshin impact #yandere #yandere kaveh x reader #yandere alhaitham x reader #yandere cyno x reader #yandere tighnari x reader #yandere wanderer x reader

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amizuki · 20 days

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it will be forever funny to me how the flashback portraits of Wittebrothers made Caleb seem like he's had packing peanuts for a brain

(this post ended up becoming quite lengthy, and so did the tags somehow, because I kinda devolved into a rant closer to the end of writing this whole thing, so bear with me here)

so we know that Philip and Caleb became orphans when both of them were still kids. after that, they ended up in Gravesfield and, to fit in with everyone else who lived there, picked up witch hunting and started thinking that witches are pure evil. Caleb knew perfectly well that he's the only family Philip's had left and that he even may be his his only friend, since, judging by the portraits, they've only ever hung out with each other and we don't know if those two ever made any other actual friends.

until one day, during a witch hunt he and Philip were both a part in (something Caleb seemed happy to do, judging by his smirk there), he met a witch – Evelyn – someone he's been taught to hate and want dead by the townsfolk. someone who, again, in his mind, should be evil.

but he just suddenly does a 180 and goes "damn, you can make fire with your hands, you're actually pretty cool"

and then a few days (?) of talking to her later, he's running off to live with her in the Demon Realm, while simultaneously not giving a single fuck about the brother he's abandoning.

(he even runs off with a smile, with a literal :D face, I fucking can't lmao)

Philip ends up seeing Caleb get dragged off through a weird portal and later follows along, thinking something like "no, my brother wouldn't just up and abandon me without saying anything. he probably got captured by that witch we saw together that one time! she probably used some demon magic to bewitch Caleb and took him through that portal to kill him or worse! I gotta go save him!". and, after spending god knows how long in that realm, searching endlessly for his missing older brother, he eventually finds him. but he also finds that Caleb is not only perfectly okay and not hurt in the slightest, he's also peacefully walking together with the same witch who "captured" him, even holding hands with her.

and when enraged Philip tries to attack Evelyn, to protect Caleb from the witch who took him from his home, from his brother, still thinking that Caleb's under her control, Caleb just... gives him a hug and goes on to introduce the witch as his new wife to him (I'm assuming that portrait is the same day as the other three, if not the same scene), also adding on top of that that they're having a child. all as if nothing happened. treating the whole thing like everything's perfectly okay and just another normal day, fully ignoring the fact that he threw his brother away with no care or thought, leaving him completely alone, a full orphan, now with zero actual family left (in TTT, during their backstory, it's said that "Caleb did his best to take care of his younger brother", meaning that either they never got adopted in Gravesfield, or whoever adopted them didn't give a shit about the two, so they still mostly had to fend for themselves), all to go smash some random 5 out of 10 witchussy he talked to, like, 3 times. no fucking wonder Philip killed him!

(btw, jokes aside, it didn't seem like he intended to kill Caleb, because in that portrait where he's ready to kill with a knife in his hand, he's facing forward, while Caleb is actually to his left. so it just looks to me like Philip was gonna try to kill Evelyn again, and Caleb either jumped in front of her to protect her and got accidentally stabbed or he attacked Philip back, to, again, protect Evelyn, and Philip ended up winning that fight. but that's just my theory)

my brother in literal christ and literal titan – why in the FUCK are you just hugging it out with a smile on your face??? you ran off while giving absolutely no warning to anyone, especially your younger brother! why do you think he's here and actively trying to attack you and your new wife? you're not even trying to address the fact that you left him! at least when Luz ran off to a different realm without warning, she had a "I'm still at the camp" cover, so Camila wouldn't worry that much about where her daughter is, and even then she still felt bad for leaving her mother and planned to go back home once summer was over. this chucklefuck, on the other hand, just permanently portaled away to the Boiling Isles, knocked up a witch and fully settled down there, walking around with a big ol' smile and no care in the world. "Philip who? never heard of him"

the only thing that would sorta make this situation seem better (as in, not make Caleb seem like an overly naive ignorant brick), in my opinion, is if they added one more portrait – after the one where he meets the witch, but before the one where he leaves. in that portrait, Caleb would look like he's trying his best to convince Philip that witches aren't actually evil, and perhaps even try to get him to go live with them in the Demon Realm, all the while Philip's looking at him with either disagreement/disappointment/disgust or just rolling his eyes and full on ignoring him, while sharpening his witch hunt tools or something. then it would look like Caleb at least tried to make his brother change his mind, like he tried to offer him a chance to go with them. but no. with the way the portraits look in the final version it just seems like Caleb was fully on-board with killing witches since he was young, even pulling his younger brother along to think the same way, Philip also thought that Caleb was perfectly fine with killing witches, but once he actually meets a real witch (assuming they've never met one before) he instantly pulls an uno reverse card and just runs off with her, without so much as telling his brother beforehand.

I'm not trying to say that "Belos should've been redeemed, because he's the victim here and Caleb is bad and it's all his fault". he still murdered his brother and went on to manipulate everyone on Boiling Isles for centuries, with his end goal being the death of all witches, while simultaneously being stuck in the loop of "denial" and "bargaining" stages of grief – repeatedly trying and failing to recreate a perfect copy of Caleb, but also killing each one that came out wrong or went against him. Belos not being redeemed in the end was the right choice (ignoring the "Belos was always le bad" from King's dad), I agree with that. frankly, if he actually got redeemed in the end, I'd probably be seething for the next 3 to 5 years, like how I did after the Diamonds' "redemptions" in SU (yes I'm still pissed about that lol). I'm just saying that, from what was shown to us, Caleb didn't seem like that good of a person either, not as bad as Belos ended up being, but still not that great. and, once again, seemingly had a raisin for a brain.

(off topic, but during Masha's retelling of Wittebane's backstory, their "sounds like big bro got a hot witch girlfriend and little bro got upset" line was so fucking cringe, it gave me a fever for 3 days the first time I watched the episode)

k, rant over, I dunno what else to add

TL;DR: I think Caleb was dumb as a brick, because, from what was shown to us in their backstory, he seemed to have run off to Demon Realm and abandon Philip without telling him anything beforehand. when Philip came to BI to look for his brother, who he assumed was under control of the witch who "took" him, since he thought his last living family member wouldn't just abandon him, and when he eventually found him, and it turned out he wasn't in any danger at all, Caleb just brushed the whole "I left you for witchussy" thing under the rug and pretended everything was and is perfectly fine, even though it clearly isn't. rip bozo

#toh critical #toh criticism #big ol' rant here lol #ever since we saw those portraits I've always thought it was kinda weird how Caleb just ran off with no warning #I thought it'd be adressed in the 3rd season at some point #like maybe there'd be a scene of Belos and Hunter talking #and Belos starts getting angry and going on a rant #“you're ALWAYS leaving me Caleb! and for what? for a witch you've just met?!” or something like that #and after Belos started hallucinating Caleb's ghost I instead thought there'd be a scene of him talking directly to it instead of Hunter #but nah it all just kinda got thrown away #and Belos turned into “always been le bad” kaiju #meanwhile Hunter is just 404 not found #lol #lmao even #rant #♤mizu.txt

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Family Formation Part Three

Summary: The Gojo's share a soft, warm moment with Yuuji after an unexpected midnight run in.

SERIES MASTERLIST requests currently open :)<3

CW: fluff, pregnancy, mild threat, sukuna being sukuna, this is almost more of a crack fic but like it's really soft bc so many people wanted Y/N and Gojo to adopt Yuuji after part two but part four... is going to be heartbreaking I'm sorry

11.43pm - Tokyo Prefectural High School, Dorm Building Kitchen

You’re in the common room, waiting for your husband to finish up a mission - looking at your phone you see him say he’ll be about 10 minutes, so you go to make yourself a quick cup of tea before he gets here and goes home. You could hear the kids up in their dorms until about 30 minutes ago after you had made dinner for you all this evening.

As you boil the kettle, you feel a silent presence lurking behind you, just at the entrance to the kitchen- a drastic shift in cursed energy, one you’d rather not be familiar with but sadly have come to know all too well. You continue to prepare your tea in peace. “Evening, Sukuna.” You say, with an exasperated sigh. A kitchen conversation with the King of Curses wasn’t quite how you imagined this evening to go but you’ll make do. It feels like your baby starts to sense the cursed energy too, with them kicking a little more since Sukuna’s arrival - Gojo genes are strong in this one you see.

A growl emanates through the room, “You dare address me so casually, wench?” “I do, Sukuna, you’re far too smart to start shit in here and with me right now, so do shut up and let me enjoy my tea.” “Oh, what a brave little girl you are - are you in any position to do anything but beg for me to spare the life of you and your child?” His eyes seem to flow red through the dimly lit room.

“I would say I’m rather well safeguarded yes, I’m a special grade sorcerer, and even 7 months pregnant I could inflict decent damage on you, my husband is Gojo Satoru, and my son who possesses the Ten Shadow technique is down the hall AND is overprotective and down the hall, a girl who may as well be my daughter, doing the same and another Grade 1, but most of all - the body you are housed in is that of a boy who is also as good as a son to me, and the minute you start to show me any real threat I know he will make up and squash your nighttime wandering hopes. So, tell me, what can I help you with, Sukuna?” You roll your eyes, knowing full well he’s trying to grandstand and intimidate you, but you just do not have the patience to deal with it right now. As you speak you pour the water into your mug and sit yourself down with a groan at your tired feet. The glare you were given along with the smirk and what you could only assume to be a laugh may scare some, but not you, you’ve seen and exorcised far worse than Sukuna in a 15-year-old boy's body in the kitchen. “Hm, I like you - you’ve got balls. As for what I wanted, well, I suppose I wanted to see for myself the woman carrying the future of jujutsu sorcery - hardly any fun going through all this trouble to regain my power if there will be nothing interesting to use it on.” He stalls towards you, eyeing you and your growing stomach like a trophy. “The child - it is strong, not even taken a breath and the cursed energy outweighs your own. Possibly it’s fathers too. And you’ve raised the Ten Shadows boy, for a human I almost respect you, there’s nothing quite as entertaining as a fierce woman.”

The flare in your cursed energy at the thought of Sukuna even discussing your children would have blown lesser beings to ash but luckily, years of control and practice have kept you from unleashing the rage of a protective mother - this is not even the first time. The very night Sukuna was reborn inside Yuuji, you stood in front of your injured son Megumi which fire burning inside you as Gojo watched the love and care you had for him and that boy behind you turn into a blast slamming the curse into the building. (Your initial concern for hurting the as-yet-unknown rosey-haired child diminished after having seen how Sukuna reinforced his body during a brief scuffle with your husband).

“Sukuna, you have seen that I am quite clearly pregnant, you’ve done what you came to do - off you go, unless you’re going to say you want tea -” with a snarl and muttering about the insolence of humans and the arrogance of every Gojo he retreats as a waking Yuuji looks around, clearly confused.

“Y/N? Why am I in the kitchen? I was asleep? Wait, why are you here, where’s Gojo-Sensei?” The words all tumble out mingled with a yawn from him. Seeing no reason to hide the truth, you continued. “You’re okay Yuuji, Satoru will be here in a minute, I’m just waiting here for him to finish up a quick mission, didn’t want to drive so I’ll go home with him. And as for why you’re in the kitchen, it seemed your body roommate wanted a midnight stroll.” You put your mug onto the counter as you reboil the water to make some tea for Yuuji, hoping it would coax him back to sleep. “Wait, Sukuna? Are you okay? Oh god, I’m so sorry, what did he want?” He flustered about.

“Yuuji honey, I’m absolutely fine, and you have nothing to be sorry for. He just wanted to see if the rumors of a new Six Eyes could be true. We were all completely safe sweetheart, I sent him packing and pretty much told him if he didn’t want tea he could piss off, he’s too smart to ever try anything that could put himself in danger - so don’t worry, you’re safe with Satoru and me around. Plus, I think this one is going to have both my temper and Satoru’s lack of sanity so, you’re surrounded by Gojo’s who love you.” You pat your belly and then his head and push the chamomile tea mug into his hands. He scratches the back of his neck and thanks you, muttering about how much of a dick Sukuna is. You giggle at him and sit down.

“Wait, did you really ask the king of curses if he wanted tea?” Yuuji asked as if that part of the story had just clicked in his head. “Well, Shoko always said I was too ballsy for someone my size.” You giggle and he laughs too, but nods, knowing you are one of the bravest (and kinda scary in a fight) people he’s met since joining the sorcery world.

“He didn’t want any tea though. Maybe he’s a hot chocolate kinda guy.” You say, with a straight face, Yuuji looks at you for a moment and then bursts into hysterical laughter as you giggle about wrapping Sukuna in a blanket and giving him cocoa with tiny marshmallows. As you’re finishing your tea, Satoru walks (flounces) through the door and leans down to pepper your face with kisses. “Well if it isn’t my dearest, darling, sweetheart, angel wife. Are you ready to go home? I have some snacks for us before bed.” He says as you notice the bags behind his back. He then turns to Yuuji, “Huh, you have Sukuna cooties tonight. What did I miss?” Itadori turns his nose up at the residuals being called cooties. “It’s alright, ‘Toru. Sukuna decided to check out whether the rumor of more Gojo spawn was true. Got poor Yuuji out of bed for it and all.” You reassured him.

“Huh, well, you okay, baby? He didn’t upset you did he?” You loved that Satoru had so much faith in your abilities and strength that he knew he needed to be nothing but support for you, and you’d spoken before about his being surrounded by sorcerers was the safest place for Yuuji to be so you both knew Sukuna wouldn’t risk his chance. You weren’t dumb enough to think you could take down Sukuna alone - only Satoru could have a chance, but you could definitely hold him off with your powerful cursed technique long enough for Satoru to arrive. You kissed his cheek and nodded that you were absolutely fine.

“Gojo-sensei, she offered him tea. Sukuna.” Yuuji said, still in disbelief. “That’s my girl!” Hearing this, Satoru laughed and pulled you into his chest, beaming at his beautifully snarky, witty wife.

“Now, Satoru, let’s get home - it’s late. I can see you yawning, Yuuji, back to bed.” You usher him down the hall to his dorm and make sure he gets into bed, as he sleepily tumbles into his Spider-Man sheets you’d gotten a few months back, you whisper goodnight to him. As you were about to close the door, you hear a very sleepy, barely awake ‘gnight mom, night dad.’ You squeeze Satoru’s hand as you smile at each other, wordless but endless appreciation for what you just heard and have only ever heard from Megumi (rarely) and Tsumiki (you missed hearing it from her). You knew Yuuji would be back to Y/N and Gojo-Sensei tomorrow but now in a sleepy vulnerable moment that’s how he saw and felt about you both was enough to know you guys must be doing something right.

“Satoru, we should really stop picking up stray kids on the street and keeping them.” You giggle thinking of the siblings, Yuuji and the sweet boy you cared for currently in Africa with Miguel. “Hm, nah, we need a whole collection, our own army - now c’mon, the baby just said ‘Hey dad get mom home I want to have cuddles and mochi with you’” in the worst baby impression ever he squeaked at you and he picked you up bridal style to warp you home, but not before you get in a quiet “oh really, when did you become the womb whisperer? That sounds like you want that to me.”

TAGLIST:

@vesta-ro *

@sassy-cat-in-town

@lilithlunas

@madam-ri

#jjk x reader #jjk #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen imagines #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo fluff #itadori yuuji #megumi fushiguro #nobara kugisaki #ryomen sukuna #sukuna

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spiders-scare-me · 9 months

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noir hcs

(these are hcs, not actual canon so these are things that are made up and NOT based off the comics)

hc him as 19 yrs old.

joined the spider society because he thought he maybe could do some good by helping others, only to regret it later. genuinely thinks Miguel is kinda a facist.

he also doesn’t regret joining the society because he got to spend time with Ham, Gwen, Peni, Hobie etc.

he and hobie bonded over similar views, became best friends for the last four ish months before Noir quit.

quit because he generally had a bad feeling about miguel, but got worse when he referred to robbie’s death as a canon event.( https://www.tumblr.com/lildoodlenoodle/720268522059612160/if-spider-noir-wasnt-kicked-off-the-elite-spider ) (based off of)

taught hobie how to pickpocket/steal things in different places/shops before he quit. especially shops in Noirs dimension where it was easier to put something in your pocket and leave without anybody noticing.

( https://www.tumblr.com/butevrythinggoesaway/719504366077345792/i-kind-of-headcanon-noir-as-having-kelptomania-so ) (inspired)

Miguel hates him, probably because Noir rivals him in size and also questions the way Miguel runs things around the spider society.

(Miguel is canonically 6’9 and i hc Noir as around 6’5)

Miguel once asked (very rudely) in front of hobie, if Noir only dated Hobie because he was similar to Robbie. You can only IMAGINE what Noir almost did (aka assassinate Miguel) before he was stopped by most spider people who are loyal to Miguel. Basically, Noir went even more crazy because of that since Miguel uses Robbie as a way to get to him.

Noir in fact didn’t want to date anyone because of some stuff that happened, but when he met Hobie and got to know him, he instantly fell in love.

Miguel simply hates Noir, but can’t fire him or kick him out for no reason so Miguel picks on him until he snaps.

he acts like Peni’s older brother, being protective of her. she became depressed after he quit the spider society because she really cared about him.

most likely smokes, Peni hates it and always takes his cigarette from him to put it out. has dumped water on him multiple times. Hobie also puts out Noirs cigarette when he sees him smoking.

humor is his coping mechanism, example (my interpretation of the scenes):

when miles said his uncle was the prowler, Noir responded with “this is a pretty hardcore origin story” which sounds like he’s trying to make the situation a bit lighter by joking a bit.

as well as when aunt may asked if they could fight doc ock outside, he replied with “We don’t pick the ballroom, we just dance”

another one: when he, peni and ham met gwen, miles and peter for the first time, peter asked noir how they got there and he answered with “it’s a long story” only to say right after “maybe not that long”

(I INTERPRET THIS AS HUMOR FIGHT ME)

Hobie paints Noirs nails from time to time because it seems to relax him.

used to wear glasses because he had such bad eyes but now that he sees better because of the whole spider thing, he wears them cuz they’re cool.

his favorite color is purple because of robbie. (angst obvi) ( https://www.tumblr.com/lildoodlenoodle/721163033344425984/me-watching-everyone-on-tumblrtiktok-say-spider )

(based off of)

his relationship with aunt may is so wholesome. she’s against him killing facists etc, but still loves him more than anything.

his style is absolutely IMMACULATE. ( https://www.tumblr.com/spiders-scare-me/723947203857694720/tried-to-find-references-for-30s-mens-fashion-and ) (based off my own post) ( https://www.tumblr.com/spiders-scare-me/723996134618628096/no-stfu-im-so-fucking-obsessed )

i tried :,) don’t bully me

i’ll post more later if it’s wanted obvi

credits to @lildoodlenoodle and @butevrythinggoesaway for the posts i linked <3

#noirpunk #spider noir #spiderman noir #punknoir #peter benjamin parker #spiderman headcanon #spidernoir headcanon #please i tried #peni parker #peter porker #spider ham #sp//dr #hobie brown #spider gwen #gwen stacy #miguel o'hara #robbie robertson #aunt may

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yevmarie · 6 months

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Light My Fire | Chapter 2

Masterlist

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Plot: having lost everything you are drowned in depression, which had happened to you a year ago. Now you need to struggle with the apocalypse as well with no sparkle in your heart. But there is one man who can light your fire to live.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Female Reader

Word count: 1.8k

Pronouns: you, she/her

Warnings:

angst;

mentions of depression;

implied suicidal thoughts;

abuse;

swearing;

smoking (by main character as well);

differences from the main plot may occur;

bad English (not my first language).

If I miss something, please let me know. I hope you enjoy :).

You approached Shane while he was checking his gun, Lori standing in front of him, silently saying something. When she noticed you out of the corner of her eye, her facial expression changed, as if you had caught her in something.

Your relationship with her was an enigma to you. Once your friend distanced herself from you without any explanation. You attributed this to her mental condition; after all, her husband was in a coma, leaving her alone with their little son.

Following your primal belief, you sought to avoid conflict and not come across as a bad person.

“Are you okay with having invested a pile of dough to change yourself but still going down the beaten path? Huh, Y/N?” you asked yourself.

Shane interrupted your thoughts. "I’ll go for Rick. Thank God we haven’t gone too far. Lori and I have settled it."

You stood rooted to the ground. Carl was everything you had, and despite that, you still had feelings for Shane. You weren't prepared to lose him too. But who were you to oppose?

Shane brought you back to reality. "Whatever happens, don’t split up. Lori, Y/N, are your phones still charged?"

You both nodded.

"Good. If anything happens, just run. I’ll call you and find you," he assured, stepping up to Lori and kissing her forehead. Your heart sank. Yes, they were friends, but this move...

"Take care," you told Shane. He looked at you and silently nodded. You turned and went to your car. As you closed the door, the surrounding chatter suddenly became distant. Placing your hands on the steering wheel, you laid your forehead down, feeling your shoulders shake as tears fell.

Footsteps neared your car. Raising your head, you saw Daryl turning back to his car. Perhaps, he wanted to return your cup. You opened the door. Daryl approached.

"Here ya are," he handed you the cup, noticing your tear-streaked face. "Brewed this yourself?" You nodded with a sad smile. "Um, take this too," he handed you a silver Zippo. You thanked him with a smile. Daryl felt his cheeks started blushing. He nodded and hurried back to his car. You closed the door, leaned back, and watched him leave, feeling your body relax as you fell asleep.

---

A dull explosion made you awake, the car slightly shaking from the blast. People were screaming and running. You turned and saw Lori rushing toward you.

"Y/N, please look after Carl."

"What's happening?"

But she had already distanced herself.

"Don’t split up, yeah?" you thought.

Military airplanes flew overhead, causing your ears to clog. "Y/N," Carl's voice barely reached you from inside the car. Opening the door, you sat next to him.

"What's going on?" the boy's voice trembled. Another explosion shook the car. You held Carl close. The drum-like rhythm of explosions echoed in the city. You closed your eyes, trying to hold back tears, but they escaped, grieving for your friend buried in your mind.

---

“Inhale…” the woman’s voice was talking to you calmly. You inhale and hold your breath. “Exhale…” you exhale and hold your breath again. “Well, there you are. This technique is quite simple, isn’t it? And let’s repeat it. Inhale…”

---

Returning to reality, Carl still held you in a hug, soothingly stroking your shoulder. "Y/N, it’s okay, it’s okay" he reassured. He was an intelligent and empathetic child. When Rick told Carl about your mental health issues, he promised to do all but impossible to support and comfort his aunt. And that’s what he did. Nothing extraordinary, just simple hugs, words of support, and a pinch of unconditional child love.

"Thank you, Carl, you've helped me a lot," you said through tears. The car door suddenly opened. “Shane?” you exclaimed.

"We all need to talk," his face filled with concern. Lori was sobbing. You stepped out. Carl followed you glancing between Shane and his mother, puzzled.

“I’m sorry…” the man said.

Everything around you felt like in slow motion.

“Damn it!” you screamed in your thoughts but the face was showing no emotions, they had been sobbed out in the car before. Sitting on the asphalt and leaning on the car, your body shook, breath trembling, and the noise deafening.

“This can't be happening to me. No, not me. I’ll wake up in my cozy bed now, then brew some coffee, go outside to the park, call my mom, and chat with my dad. I’ll go to work. And after the work day, Shane will pick me up. We’ll call Rick. He’ll be glad to invite us over. We’ll buy some expensive and nice wine for Rick and Lori, and a toy for Carl. And after that Shane and I get back home and we’ll get drowned into each other's embraces till the morning. Yes, it will be this way, only this way…”

Your thoughts were interrupted by a silver-haired man in safari clothing talking to Shane.

“We’d like to settle a camp nearby. I know that place well, used to fishing there. Would you like to join us? I think we all need to rest and then come up with a plan. Please don’t take me wrong, there are a lot of children, and some of the families fled without any armor or food. We need to stick together. And I won’t be lying your help would be valuable.”

Shane glanced at Lori, who nodded in agreement. "Good," said the old man.

---

"What’s happening there, Merle?" Daryl inquired, observing an old man conversing with Shane through the rearview mirror.

“Some old fart gatherin’ the group.”

“Got it.”

"Really? Then pack your bag.”

“Why do we need to join ‘em? We’ll tough it out alone.”

“You silly arse. We can clean ‘em up while they sleep and go west then.”

“I see ya got one solution for everything.”

“And I see ya learned nothin’ in your useless life. Want to save our hides, you dork? Go on and talk; your innocent face works better.”

Daryl gasped and headed toward the man.

"Hey, we'd like to join too."

The old man glanced concerningly at Daryl, then at Merle. "I think..."

"We’ve got food and armor," Daryl interrupted, nervously biting his lower lip.

"Okay," the man nodded after a few seconds.

"Thanks," Daryl glanced in your direction, relieved that your eyes hadn’t met. You were occupied with packing your belongings. Daryl awkwardly shuffled away.

---

Several hours passed as your group settled at the camp. You all agreed on the plan for the following day. Some would venture into the city to assess the situation, while others would hunt, understanding the impossibility of entering the city on the first try. A round-the-clock watch was set up, with Shane volunteering to start.

You sat near the campfire with Lori and Carl while they ate. Unable to eat due to food sticking in your throat, you idly played with the zippo Daryl had given you, gazing into emptiness.

Shane approached and settled on a nearby log.

"Carl, please rest. I’ll join soon," Lori said, ensuring Carl had gone into the tent. Shane started telling in great detail. “I’m sorry, I’m not ready for this yet,” Lori interrupted sobbing and then followed her son.

"Go ahead," you rasped dryly, wanting water but almost vomiting the last time you tried to drink it.

"I’m sorry," Shane whispered after finishing his story.

"It’s not your fault," you replied emptily, clicking the lighter in your hand. "I’ll take a walk."

"It's not safe, Y/N," Shane's voice lowered, growing aggressive.

"You know I can stand up for myself," you stepped away.

"You are a pain," he growled, a chill running down your spine.

"Need a painkiller?" you replied sarcastically.

Before you realized, he was already standing next to you, gripping your forearm.

"It hurts," your voice devoid of emotion.

"I'm tired of constantly rescuing you."

"Ironic that you never did it for me. But good for you, Rick is dead. Now you can enjoy a new role."

"Piece of garbage!" Shane said through gritted teeth, pushing you away. Off-balance, you made two steps and walked toward the quarry.

---

“Your shitty plan went tits up, Merle.” Daryl told his brother while he was savoring whiskey from the flask.

“Ya could’ve thought of something better.” Merle sipped and whizzed nastily.

Daryl screwed up his face, took a crossbow, and headed outside.

“Where are ya goin’?”

“Check up the territory”

“Should I hand to?”

“Fuck off, Merle!”

---

Keep holding on

When my brain's ticking like a bomb

Guess the black thoughts

Have come again to get me

You sat on the hill's edge, observing the moon's reflection shimmering on the water's surface while absentmindedly toying with a butterfly knife. Checking its sharpness, you noted that it wasn't the most reliable tool for self-defense.

Suddenly, the silence shattered by rustling plants nearby. You cautiously stood up and headed towards the sound on bended knees. “Here we go,” you thought gulping nervously. A bead of sweat traced its path down your spine. Your breathing grew irregular, louder, prompting you to hold it in. Each passing second seemed to amplify the sound of your racing pulse. Out of the darkness, a crossbow glinted, followed by the silhouette of a well-built man. Realizing escape wouldn't be easy, your blood pressure skyrocketed, and a persistent ringing filled your ears.

That's right

Trigger between my eyes

Please strike

Make it quick now

The man stepped forward. It was Daryl. He lowered the crossbow as he recognized you.

“You fucking idiot!” you yelled, bending over trying to catch your breath. Daryl stepped up. “Sorry, I didn’t mean that seriously. You’ve scared the shit out of me,” you said, wiping sweat from your forehead. Your legs felt weak, and you collapsed back onto the ground where you were sitting earlier. Retrieving a cigarette, you lit it.

“What are you doing here?” Daryl grumbled.

“Just catching my breath, resting early. And you?”

“Nothing much,” Daryl replied, looking a bit embarrassed.

“Hmm,” you hummed with the cigarette between your lips.

Click! “Nice lighter,” you paused. “But a regular one would be handy too.” You offered Daryl the shimmering silver zippo you had.

“There you go. Take it, it's yours,” he said.

You thanked exhaling the burning smoke.

“Wanna keep me company?”

Daryl hesitated for a moment, then sat beside you.

Both of you sat in silence, unsure of what to talk about. You decided to start a conversation somehow.

“What's your brother's name?”

“Made a pass at him?”

You laughed coughing a bit. Daryl grinned subtly in response.

"Merle,” he replied.

“A charming man,” you put on an act pretending to be impressed.

Daryl chuckled softly. “Nobody's ever called him tha’ before.” His voice softened and became more cheerful.

“Pleased to be the first,” you continued, still putting on an act.

Daryl couldn't recognize himself, covering his face with his arms and almost crying from laughter. “Stop it, womaaan!” he said.

You laughed, took another drag of the cigarette, and realized you had momentarily distracted yourself from troubling thoughts.

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angelizs · 1 year

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Hiii I just wanna request something (Srry if ur not taking requests rn) anyways can you do Ruggie,epel,riddle and lilia with a shy s/o who’s love language is physical touch (aka just hugs and cuddles half the time basically)

HII ANON I'm so sorry for taking so long!! I don't even know if you stuck around tho I hope so! and yes, I do take requests but they aren't my priority right now, as I have many other wips I'm working on, so they take forever, as you can see. still, I'm flattered you like my writing so much you'd make me a request! if you're seeing this, I hope you like it <3

Summary: Riddle, Ruggie, Epel and Lilia with a shy S/O whose love language is physical touch (lots of hugs and cuddles)!

Notes: gn!reader, mostly fluff with some angst sprinkled in (mentions of overblots, nightmares and past traumas, but nothing too serious don't worry!), headcanons + short scenarios since a format wasn't specified, hope you enjoy it anon!

Riddle

Riddle isn't used to receiving affectionate touches, so it takes some time for him to get used to your habits. Not that he's complaining! Just... give him some warning next time, okay?

The first time it happened it went like this: Riddle, being the busy dorm leader he is, had a meeting with his dorm students to attend. He was helping you out with a subject you didn't understand and, as much as he loved to spend some quality time with you, he really had to go. As he got up, you did the same. Since you're shy, you'd usually just wave him goodbye with a cute smile, so this was quite unusual. He wasn't expecting to receive a farewell hug.

Riddle froze, unsure of what to do. His whole face was as red as Heartslabyul's roses and he was stiff, hand hovering at his side. Every place that you were touching felt like it was on fire, it was very strange. Still, it was... nice. It was very nice. The pressure from your body holding his, the pure affection transferred from such an act, the feeling of being cared for. It was nice.

You quickly let go of him, cheeks burning as well, and stuttered some parting words before scurrying away. He stood there for some minutes, staring at the spot you had long left, face still red and thoughts running wild.

Riddle wasn't used to this at all, but it was nice, and he couldn't help but crave your touch.

(He was a little out of it during the whole meeting, the scene from earlier repeating on his head. Trey got so worried he ended the meeting halfway through.)

The next times you met, be it on a study date (you'd both deny it was a date though) or a casual hangout, Riddle would expect your farewell hugs, even look forward to them. He made sure to reciprocate them, wrapping his arms around you softly and resting his head against your shoulder, closing his eyes and taking a brief moment to just be there with you and feel loved.

Cuddles would take some more time to happen, since just the hugs were already a huge step for both of you. (Not to mention the casual touches you'd give so freely. A hand on his arms or your head resting against his was enough to make his face burst to flames and his mind be consumed by that single moment).

It was on one of your late night studies session, you were both at Ramshackle's lounge, cups of tea gone cold on your table and books pilling up on each other. The couch was calling for you and your exhaustion from a long day of classes crashed onto you as you listened to Riddle's calm voice explain some potion's formula. Truly, you wanted to hear what he had to say, but you couldn't help but relax near him.

The weight of your head hitting his shoulder made him stop in his tracks and just stay still as he processed the situation. He normally would feel a tinge of irritation from his lecture being cut short, but he couldn't stay mad at you, specially when he saw how tired you were but insisted on keep trying to get the formula right.

Riddle could try to clean up your table, but that would make him move too much and disturb your sleep. When he saw how peaceful you looked, completely safe by his side, he couldn't bring himself to wake you up. Thus he adjusted your positions on the couch, making you both lean down to not put a strain on your neck, and wrapped his arms around your torso to make sure you wouldn't fall in the middle of the night. Just a quick nap and he would be back at his dorm.

You both wake up cuddling the next morning. Both your faces burn in embarrassment and you're quick to get up and apologize, offering to make breakfest for him. He accepts the offer, but as you're having tea together, your hair tousled and your eyes drowsy, he thinks on how it was the best sleep he's had in a while.

From then on, you get a bit more bold in your physical touches, the shyness ebbing away bit by bit when you're near him. He still gets caught off guard at times, but he loves it. From someone who never got such things growing up, it means the world to him how you're willing to show your affection in such a way.

He'll always blush, no matter how much time passes. You find it extremely endearing. Throw in a compliment in the mix and you've got the ultimate combo to fluster and please him at the same time.

Ruggie

Ruggie found it adorable how your shyness contrasted his shamelessness. He thought you two made for quite the pair.

He's used to physical touch, being in Savanaclaw where play fights and roughhousing is pretty common between students, so your occasional touches weren't anything new, though they were gentler than what he was used to, and he didn't give much thought to it.

That changed after Leona's overblot. When the fight was over, the feelings of helplessness came crashing down on him, the fact they'd surely lose the tournament even after all their efforts and that his closest friend (were they even friends? The doubt crept up to him) had betrayed him, uttered the words he hated to hear. The exhaustion and the fact he almost died- his friend- his dorm leader- Leona almost-

Before he could spiral any longer, you came crashing onto him, figure shaking as your arms held him close, tightly as if trying to get your bodies as close together as possible, to feel that he was there and real and alive. He could feel your heart beating like crazy against your chest, mirroring his own. His shoulder, where you were leaning your face on, felt wet. Your hands gripped onto his shirt like a lifeline. You were muttering something, voice breaking, as if saying "we're okay" over and over.

Ruggie embraced you back, holding on just as tightly, burrying his face on your hair. He never was held like this, like he was something precious, like he truly had worth. In that moment, in your arms, he felt loved.

Ruggie's hunger isn't limited to food. In fact, you'd come to notice that he seems to be hungry to be loved too. Ever since the incident, Ruggie seemed more eager to share little touches with you, letting them linger longer, doing things out of his way to have an excuse for you to touch him, like doing little favours in exchange for a hug and, if you were feeling bold enough, a head rub.

For him to take time out of his busy schedule to spend it with you in hopes that he'd get your affection back meant a lot to you, so you tried to overcome some of your shyness to be able to show him just how much you appreciated it and all the little things he did, even doing some acts of service on occasion for him as well.

The cuddles came some time later. You knew Ruggie had nightmares at times, some regarding his life before he came to NRC and some about Leona's overblot. He didn't want you to worry about it and waved it off, but you could see when they had an impact on him, his darker eyebags and exhaustion making it clear to you. You'd give him back rubs as he rested his head against yours, letting him decide if he'd like to talk about them or just spend some time in silence when that happened.

One night, you were woken up by your phone ringing. You answered, still half asleep, and were surprised to hear Ruggie's shaking voice coming from the other side, breath ragged as he murmured something about being at your door. Without missing a beat, you ran down the stairs, not caring about the creaks of the floor or the coldness of it against your bare feet. You opened the door before he could even end the call, hurrying him in to get out of the chilly night air.

He looked like a mess, hands shaking and eyes dropping, chest heaving up and down. As soon as you closed the door, you embraced him, one hand rubbing up and down his back while the other patted his hair, trying to calm him down. The grip he had on you was so tight it could bruise, his voice came out rushed as he explained his nightmare. You decided there was no way you'd leave him alone that night, not when he sounded like that.

You took him to your bedroom, noticing Grim was still sleeping on his side of the room, and proposed to share the bed. You were a bit awkward as you got in a comfortable position, but seeing him in that state made you put the shyness away for a moment, focusing on making sure he was okay. You let him bury his head on your shoulder, arms wrapping around his back and hands playing with his hair until he fell asleep, waiting for his breath to soften.

Both ended up sleeping in for the next day, but you couldn't bring yourself to feel bad about skipping class when you saw how refreshed he looked in the morning, his usual playful demeanor coming back as he joked with you while he cooked breakfeast.

You've been showing him more physical affection since then, hugs and cheek kisses getting more common on the times you met with each other in the middle of your busy days. His ears perk up and his tail starts wagging as he offers you a cheeky grin.

As used to it as he is, there's a spot behind his ears that if you rub juuuust right will always fluster him and make him let out little giggles. If you rub it after a long day he'll melt in your arms. You got yourself a happy hyena!

Epel

Epel is used to touch, living with a big family who'd always show affection with hugs and headpats. Therefore, when you started to show it to him the same way, he reciprocated instantly, going as far to initiate it himself, oftentimes through handshakes, pats on the back and side hugs.

If your shyness stops you from reaching out he'd notice and do it himself, helping you to come out of your shell bit by bit, not making a big deal out of it and letting these interactions be casual. He'd be happy to help someone he cares about!

The first time you initiated a hug was very special to him. It was after he had another spat with Vil about his behaviour. As much as he pretended these didn't affect him at all, deep down he'd get hurt by the harsh words his dorm leader could direct at him. He knew Vil wanted only his best, but his methods weren't the most effective on someone as headstrong as Epel.

He was hiding in a corner of the hallways, a secret spot he hoped not even Rook could find him in (if such a thing was even possible), head resting against his knees. His thoughts kept going back to the lecture Vil gave him this time, eyes watering against his will and making him furiously rub his face to get rid of them.

That's when a familiar soft voice was heard, making him look up at you. You had a worried expression as you kneeled over to meet him eye to eye, hand hesitating for a second before you rested it on his shoulder and asked what was wrong. He muttered that you didn't need to worry, it was just the usual routine that came with being part of Pomefiore, refusing to meet your eyes, ashamed you've seen him in such a pathetic state.

You called his name and he turned around. He couldn't ignore it when you said it like that, with so much care, each letter dripping from your lips like honey. The hand on his shoulder pulled him forward until he met your chest, your other arm coming from behind to support his back. You told him it was okay to feel upset about what happened, that he could come to talk with you whenever he wanted to, that you'd listen to him.

He felt a rush of affection run through him as he noticed how firm your tone was, so certain. You were defending him, taking his side, and that meant a lot to him. It didn't feel patronizing, as it would sometimes happen with other people who felt he needed protection since he was so "small and cute". No, with you, it felt like he wasn't alone, like he had someone to count on to have his back, someone that trusted him and wanted him to trust them back. And of course he did, so he let himself lean into your touch fully, a nonverbal "thank you" both understood.

After that, he started to notice you liked to hug a lot. His side hugs became full ones and his heart oftentimes skipped a beat when he saw your pleased face. It felt good to see how happy he made someone he cared so much about.

The cuddles came in naturally, so much so neither of you noticed it until afterwards. You've gotten so used to each other's touch it wasn't anything novel when, a certain day, Epel rested his head on your lap as you were studying in the courtyard and started to talk about his day, complaining about the extra homework Crewel had given his class and gushing over the next spelldrive club meeting he'd have. You listened on, adding in your own two cents and laughing along, your hand playing with his hair.

Only at night, once you're about to go to sleep do you think about that moment and notice how you two started cuddling like it was something you've always done. Your face heated up at that and you couldn't catch any sleep, thinking over and over about that. Epel was in a similar position, butterflies in his stomach as he thought about how soft your lap felt or how gentle your fingers were as they treaded through his hair.

Even if there was a bit of awkwardness the next time you met, you quickly overcame it as you noticed how you were both in the same situation. The cuddling continued to happen more frequently, to the point none of your other first year friends even batted an eye at it.

He likes it the most when he takes you to a ride on his blastycle and you hug tight onto him, head resting against his back, trusting him to keep you safe, it makes him feel dependable and adrenalin rushes two times more than when he rides alone. If you let him try to carry you he'd also be delighted, wanting to prove that he can (even if you two topple over after taking two steps, at least you're having fun).

Lilia

Lilia has lived for so long, touch isn't anything new to him. He'd seen the bad side of it, the hands that hurt and kill, and the good side, the hands that soothe and protect. He's done both, with his own hands.

Raising Silver, he came to learn the importance of physical touch as an act of affection. For someone used to the violence of the battlefield, being able to experience touch as a soft thing, as a show of love, had been quite the change. He learnt to love the way fingers can run through another person's hair, the way lips can brush a forehead, the way hands can fit together, the way love can shine through little daily actions, every touch becoming a whisper of "I'm here, I care about you, I love you."

Being quite the extrovert, Lilia has no shame in showing affection for others in a physical way. A pat on their head, a hand on their back, chin resting on their shoulder, it all comes easily to him, and he's delighted when you start doing such gestures with him too! Considering your shy nature, he's happy you felt comfortable enough with him to reciprocate his antics.

Hugs aren't something he usually does, as he prefers more casual types of touches, but he likes it when you start hugging him more often! It's a good change of pace to keep things lively!

It starts small, little hugs as greetings or farewells, and then as thank you's and you're welcome's. It's like a whole language you two share, no words needed when your actions speak louder.

It's on Halloween that it really hits him just how much these moments mean to you. The two of you decided to go check the other dorms' decorations when he was on break, arms interlocked as you walked around campus and commented on the details and costumes. Whenever a student would appear to jumpscare you, you turned to him in a hug, burrying you head on his neck, trusting him to protect you from anything that might come your way. It was the trust, the comfort, the smile you gave him everytime afterwards that made him realize that that's your way of saying "I love you" without words.

He starts to appreciate these touches even more, giving you hugs more frequently, be it to celebrate a victory or to console your sadness.

These hugs envolve to cuddling, as in one moment you'd find yourself sitting side by side, legs touching, and in the other you'd have your back against his chest as he propped his chin on your shoulder. It usually flustered you, but you've grown used to it enough to be able to relax into it.

One time, a history study session turned into him telling you stories from his past, tales of people long gone that managed to capture your interest, be it because of the enthusiastic way he spoke about them or because it was all new to you, someone who wasn't from this world before. The way your attention was solely on him, eagerly hanging onto every word and even making questions or little sounds of surprise, made him feel elated that his old stories could still entertain.

When he started to talk about his travels, your eyes shone with excitement, the desire to discover a new world and the possibilities this chance presented. You asked him if he could show you it all someday, from the dunes of the Scalding Sands to the waves of the Coral Sea. This proposal of sharing important moments of your life with him made warmth spread through his body, fondness coloring his voice as he softly agreed.

It's not strange to find the two of you cuddling or stading closely to each other, touching in some way, be it by interwining your hands or leaning on each other. The Diasomnia dorm grew used to the sight of you huddled together on the lounge's couch, even Silver seemed happy that his father had found someone that made him feel loved.

Lilia specially likes when it's just the two of you, cuddling on his bed, and you take his face into your hands, fingers softly rubbing his skin, heavy lidded eyes taking in every detail and reaction. Such an innocent gesture, warm hands holding onto him so gently, makes him feel cared for more than grand declarations ever could. Give him a little kiss on the nose or the forehead and his chest will burst with affection, making him give you little kisses all over your face, your giggles sounding heavenly to him.

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#twst x reader #riddle rosehearts x reader #ruggie bucchi x reader #epel felmier x reader #lilia vanrouge x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #wonderland wonder #I tried my best to write for them! I hope I did them justice!#this actually made me think about each character's love language... maybe I could make a post about it sometime...

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