#HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR SIBLING

[coralinnii]

Congratulations for 2.7k followers!!! For my request, I would like if you could write some sibling scenarios for the octatrio with a younger sibling who absolutely adores and looks up to them. They manage to visit NRC for some kind of event and the younger sibling just follows them around like a little puppy. Copying some of their mannerisms since they want to be just like their cool older brother. I just want to see some silly and fluffy platonic family moments with them, please. 〔´∇｀〕

❋ Big Brother! ❋

↳ Younger sibling!reader visiting him (+ extra Leech brothers birthday special)

feat: Azul ⭑ Floyd ⭑ Jade

genre: platonic fluff, humour

note: no pronouns used with the reader, younger sibling!reader but age is unspecified, established filial relationships, reader is heavily implied to be merfolk, nicknames are used (little octopus, little one, little eel, kiddo)

2.7K Followers Writing Event 2023

Since Azul’s mother divorced fairly early in Azul’s life, I would imagine that you would be Azul’s half-sibling born from his mother and stepfather. That doesn’t mean that Azul loves you any less.

He worked hard not only for himself, but for his younger sibling. Azul wanted to be someone who you can look up to. Someone strong, smart, successful, and most of all, admirable.

And he did a great job, because you can’t imagine anyone more amazing than your big brother Zuzu.

You managed to convince your parents to let you join their visit to NRC during their VDC festival. Even if Azul wasn’t involved with the competition itself, you always wanted to visit your big brother’s restaurant.

Imagine the merman’s surprise when he felt a pair of small hands pull on the edges of his coat. Your bright smile was brimming with joy seeing your brother get frazzled over your visit.

As much Azul wanted to entertain you, this time of year was an opportune time for business. He offered to let you stay in his big comfy office until he could find time for you.

However you refused, choosing to follow him around. Something you learned from Azul was unrelenting stubbornness, after all. You were content with grabbing hold of Azul's large coat as he walked suspiciously slower than usual. Another thing you learned from your dear brother? An itching desire for a good deal.

Your lovable charm was a hit with the customers who watched as you waddled after Azul, not quite used to feet yet. Nearby customers held in squeals as you wrapped yourself in your brother’s coat, watching Azul and mimicking the smiles and hand gestures that your brother was fond of, even pushing up the glasses you begged your parents to buy you, regardless if you needed them or not.

Enchanted, some of the customers requested a commemorative picture with you, which is where you took Azul’s skills for your practice.

“Hmm…if you buy Zuzu’s yummy drink, then I’ll take a picture. With a contract!”

With a poorly-made contract with messy ink splotches, you wore the biggest smile you could muster as you sent a thumbs-up to your brother, who couldn’t figure out if he should be absolutely flabbergasted or immensely proud.

“Naturally, I knew how adorable my baby octopus is. What kind of blind fool do you take me for?”

Floyd is the kind of brother where he loves you and protective of you but he’s still his mischievous self. Rather than being careful or responsible, Floyd is always happy to bring you to every shenanigan and adventure if you ask him nice enough. This made for some unforgettable memories (for better or for worse)

You learn so much from the spontaneous eel. For example, you learned that sharks can swim really fast when angry, but your big bro Floyd is faster, even when carrying you in his arms.

As teasing as he can be, you admired how strong and cool Floyd was, and was excited to hear stories about his life on land with Jade, especially about the stories of his new friends. You even have a notebook with pictures of specific sea creatures to keep track of the friends he made, because if your brother doesn’t bother with names, why should you? (terrible influence, he is)

Imagine your excitement when you had the chance to visit Floyd during one of his basketball games. You practiced all week walking with feet just so you could run like Floyd does across the court.

Unfortunately, the tall merman was in his less-cheerful moods during this particular game. Boredom quickly struck him mid-way into the game which caused confusion for the opposing team and great distress amongst the NRC Basketball players. Jamil was quick to call for a timeout as soon as he could as the team whispered and panicked over this predicament.

But the timeout gave you a perfect chance get your brother’s attention, waving your hands as you called out to the tall merman as Jade stood by you with a genuine smile. Your other brother was quite aware of the bond his two siblings have so he took the liberty of escorting you as you were sure to get lost on Sage’s Island.

“Floyd! Over here!” You yelled out in joy, wearing a jersey similar to your brother to show off your clear bias. But that wasn’t the only similarity you shared with the teal-haired menace.

Shimmering under the gymnasium’s lights, your earring clipped onto your right ear caught Floyd’s eyes immediately.

The day Floyd and Jade made their earrings from the scales of the sturgeon they fought, you cried when there wasn’t enough to make one for you to wear as well. You pouted and glared every time Floyd flaunted his accessory to you, but when you stopped reacting, he assumed that you'd gotten over it.

But holding onto your ear, the sturgeon scales of your earring was as dazzling as your proud grin.

“Look, Floyd! We all match!” Your smile rejuvenated Floyd’s mood, making the once-moody eel grin back. When did you get that? And how did you get it? Floyd’s mind was flooded with curious questions so he soon turned to his teammates with a sadistic smile.

“I’m gonna crush the competition today. I wanna wrap this up quick, so let’s get serious~”

And Floyd started to have fun again, at the expense of the poor visiting team. How unfortunate for them, but Floyd needed to finish the game so he could hang out with his precious family after all.

“Little eel, come with me. Your big bro is gonna show you something fun!”

As seen with his approach with Floyd, Jade is type to spoil his siblings. No matter how tall you get or how old you are, you are Jade’s precious little one, and Jade loves nothing more than to watch his cherished family have fun, regardless if nobody else is having fun in the process.

Jade is the cool older brother, someone who is calm and dependable. You always admired the way he could charm the masses with his suave words and gestures. In the sea or on land, no one is better than your brother (tied with Floyd)

No matter what anyone says, Jade is the kindest eel in the entire world. To the dismay of others, you started picking up little habits and hobbies of your idol. Your classmates were baffled by the odd terrarium filled with odd marine fungi and rocks you stole from the shores of the beach.

When the NRC’s annual Halloween event opened to the public, you were all too excited to see your brothers, especially Jade, to show off your small terrarium bowl. Once you and your family made it to the last day of the Halloween festival, you rushed to the room that your brothers were managing to greet them.

Unfortunately, you were unaware of the concerning issue of Magicam monsters the students were facing.

These rambunctious visitors, who cared little for anything, accidentally knocked you to the ground with your terrarium along with it. The glass bowl was broken into pieces, your hardwork spilling onto the once clean floor. The Magicam monsters offered nothing more than an insincere apology before immediately walking away, adding it wasn’t their fault they didn’t notice you.

Jade was passing by as he immediately recognized you at first glance. He was quick to scoop you up into his arms, a rare look of distress on his face as he tried to dry your teary face. “Little one, what’s the matter?”

You sniffled as you tried to explain what transpired, how you excitedly rushed to find him to show him your terrarium you worked hard on, which was currently a mess on the alchemy room floor.

Oh my, the merman thought. This won’t do. As an older brother, Jade felt a responsibility to teach you a very important lesson. One’s deeds does not go unrepaid in turn

Floyd and Azul had to shush you as you, a true Leech, giggled watching the looks of fear painted on the poor unfortunate souls as they ran for their lives out from the alchemy room, away from Jade’s especially frightening surprise appearance.

All for the fun of Halloween, of course. Not because they dared to do wrong to Jade’s dear little eel.

“You would like to play with me today? Of course, I cannot think of a better way to spend the day.”

BONUS Floyd and Jade’s Birthday Special

“Happy birthday, big brothers!” You screamed at the top of your lungs, throwing handfuls of confetti as high as you could to cover the pillars you call your siblings. The twins chuckled over your silliness, respectively giving their thanks.

“Thanks, kiddo!”

“Thank you, little one”

Smiling, you brought out another surprise. In your hidden hands, you held two small boxes, wrapped in ribbons matching the colors of your brothers’ dorm.

“Open them, quick!” Handing it over, your brothers obeyed your wishes. Afterall, you were the few in the world that the eels would willingly listen to.

Cradled carefully in cushioned cloth, a small keychain sat comfortably in the box. One for each brother, there was a glass sculpture of a moray eel attached to the keychain, one with a basketball by its side and the other with a cute mushroom.

Floyd and Jade stood in silence as they admired the gift, clearly made with them in mind. For the final surprise, you took out your phone where a matching keychain dangled from its case. However, your moray eel sculpture was decorated with two hearts, representing your brothers, next to it.

“I made it near the lava flows on the sea floors” you smiled brightly, hoping your brothers liked them. It was hard enough to try glass blowing but you had to find glass materials that work well underwater. But it was worth it. “I wanted to give you something to remind you of home. Where I’ll always be waiting for you two”

Needless to say, Floyd and Jade were satisfied with your gift. Even after you went home, Floyd was bragging about how adorable you were as he showed it off to everybody while Jade was suddenly pulling out his phone more than usual throughout the day, just to see your present every single time.

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[babygirljake]

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#@ law school anon #hi angel it’s been awhile :( #i’m so devastated to hear all of those things. it’s the least of what you deserve my friend :( #FIRST of all happy birthday!!! everybody wish anon a happy birthday please they deserve it 😔 #i’m so sorry it’s not going well 🥺 birthdays can truly feel like a burden at times. sometimes it’s truly best to shower yourself with any #forms of self care and personal comfort while you find better friends and people to be in your life who you deserve who will never make you #feel so small and lonely :( #sending all the best vibes in the world for those people to make their way to you very soon #secondly I KNOW how natural and easy it is to compare yourself to others especially to siblings who you feel are better off than you 😀 I do #this so often. but please remember that you’re two different people who operate under different circumstances and anything she’s achieved #has NOTHING to do with you and your capabilities. it could be as simple as she doesn’t have the obstacles you have to face or maybe she got #different opportunities #that has nothing to do with you and what kind of person you are. especially if you really look at it as worth not being measured in #accomplishments #some people may never get certain opportunities and they’re as valid and as incredible as the next person so please don’t let that bury you #as for making bad choices that’s brought some damages #we all have my dear friend :’( #is it really life if we don’t fuck up every now and then 🧘🏻‍♀️ we can’t change what we’ve done but you recognize that maybe it’s caused some #problems and the best thing to do is to look for some ways to come out of it and repair/heal yourself. NOBODY is beyond repair no matter #what they got themselves into I promise that 💞 #my advice for your last part is to just take it in baby steps #if you feel that’s your only way out of that situation just take it one step at a time 🏔 in no time you’re going to be over the worst part #and be on the little mountain summit and the way down will feel like a breeze compared to what you’re facing now. #please don’t give up on yourself 😔 I truly believe everything is going to turn around and you’ll be gifted with many great things for all #hardships you’ve faced in the last few years. one step at a time okay :( just one day at a time. and I love you very much!! #you won’t ever be alone 💞 I promise 😔 #happy birthday again 🥺 I hope you can watch your fave movie or find comfort in any little thing today and I hope your next few months ease #up once you pass your exam which you WILL pass it 😌💕

[bosbas]

Epilogue: quiet my fears with the touch of your hand

series masterlist previous part || alt ending

pairing: benedict bridgerton x best friend!fem!reader WC: 2.2k words

Warnings: period-typical gender roles, idiots in love being idiots in love (except not really anymore), alluding to sex, benedict being so down bad for this woman (like down horrendous), this woman being so down bad for benedict, pregnancy and discussions around pregnancy

Summary: You and Benedict have been best friends since childhood, but things change dramatically once you come out in society. You’re struggling to find someone you’re as compatible with and who knows you as well as Benedict, all while trying to quell your ever-growing feelings for him. Shenanigans ensue.

A/N: i am so sad to let these bbs go i love them so much!! i will simply have to write drabbles because they are so dear to me oh my

January 3, 1819 – Y/N

A happy new year indeed! I missed you all terribly during the holiday season this year, but John and I had a wonderful time here in Scotland with Michael. It snowed beautifully on Christmas Day, and it made me think of all of you and our often violent snowball fights on your birthday.

In fact, I believe this letter should reach you at around that time, so I am sending you the brightest of birthday wishes as well! While I won’t be able to attend your celebration this year, seeing how we’ll still be at Kilmartin House, I am sending you a wonderfully tight hug and hoping your day is incredibly special. Hit one of my siblings with a snowball for me, please! Preferably one of the boys, but really anyone will do. 

Love from your sister, Francesca

You squinted your eyes in your dimly candlelit bedroom, unsuccessfully attempting to undo the tiny buttons on your dress. Perhaps it was the undercurrent of nervousness that had been moving through you the whole day, but you found your fingers were shaking so much that you couldn’t hold them still for long enough to unclasp the buttons on your back. A deep sigh escaped your lips as you accepted that you were simply not going to be able to do this by yourself, and you gripped the edge of the chest of drawers in front of you as you willed your voice to come out sounding more carefree than you were feeling at the moment.

“Ben, darling, are you still upset about earlier?” you called across the room.

A small huff escaped his lips as he shifted on an armchair in the corner, murmuring something about betrayal and honor without looking up from his book. You smiled and held back a laugh, anxieties momentarily soothed. Per Francesca’s request, you had hit Benedict less-than-gently in the chest with a tightly packed snowball during your annual snowball fight earlier today, and he had taken it quite to heart. Well, that and the fact that you had sneakily teamed up with Hyacinth and Gregory without telling him. It really wasn’t your fault, you reasoned. Benedict had thought you would go easy on him simply because you were married to him, which, of course, was a foolish thing to think. Though he wasn’t as competitive as you were, evident in your much more successful Pall Mall record, you knew today’s loss still stung.

“Well, do you think could find it in you to help me with my dress?” you raised your eyebrows pointedly. “Or are you still feeling too betrayed?”

He immediately looked to meet your eyes, grudge completely forgotten as he nodded excitedly and rushed over to you from the armchair he had previously been sitting in. It was rather endearing that Ben was still giddy every time you asked for his help undressing, even after four years of marriage. 

After a few moments of Benedict concentrating intensely on the buttons on your back, you teased, “Are you enjoying yourself?”

He hummed in assent and smiled at you, meeting your eyes in the mirror. “Oh, immensely. It certainly makes up for earlier, I think,” he winked as he fiddled with the buttons. 

Honestly, you were inclined to think that Benedict had been secretly asking your seamstress to make the buttons smaller on each new dress she made you so you would have no option but to ask for his help. Even so, you wouldn’t have minded. You, too, enjoyed his sturdy hands on your back, his deft fingers fiddling with your dress and his lips softly kissing your shoulders as you told him about your day.

“A well-deserved win today, Mrs Bridgerton,” he said, never quite growing tired of how sweet the title sounded coming from his mouth. “And on your birthday no less. A stellar performance. I suppose I’ll have to start recruiting Simon and Daphne’s children to help me against the lot of you from now on. And then when we have ones of our own I can form a small army and I will never lose again.”

Your heartbeat sped up a fraction, but you were saved from having to answer when he undid the last button and your dress fell to the floor. Benedict placed his hands on your shoulders and gingerly turned you around to face him, drawing in a sharp breath as he took in your figure covered by nothing but your chemise, completely mesmerized by you. But he was quickly drawn out of his awe when he noticed your nervous eyes shifting around the room. 

“Darling, what’s wrong?” he asked, placing a gentle hand on your elbow and drawing you closer. “I wasn’t truly upset about today, I promise. I rather enjoyed seeing you, Gregory, and Hyacinth absolutely obliterate everyone else. It was only a slight inconvenience that I was one of the people you were obliterating.”

You shook your head, sending him a small smile. “No, no don’t worry, Ben. It’s not that at all,” you said, laying your head on his shoulder tiredly, an entire day of worrying having taken a toll on you.

“But it is something, then,” he prodded, desperate to find out what was making you so anxious. 

You said nothing, fiddling nervously with the hem of his waistcoat instead. Benedict, on his part, was growing increasingly alarmed. Usually, he could instantly tell exactly what was plaguing you, but you were being oddly evasive, and he was at a loss. Perhaps the best thing to do was to let you rest and broach the subject tomorrow morning, so he tugged on your hand and sat you down on the bed.

“It’s alright, darling,” he said, softly kissing your forehead. “I’ll ring for some tea, and we can get ready for bed.”

“I think I’m pregnant,” you blurted out before he could let go of your hand to go ask for some tea from the kitchen. Your shoulders sagged in relief, and you immediately felt a weight lifted off your shoulders as you said the words aloud.

“What?” he asked, eyes wide.

“Pregnant. With child.” 

“With my child?”

“Well, I certainly hope so,” you responded, laughing.

He instantly relaxed, rolling his eyes and engulfing you in a tight hug. “Oh, shut up, woman! I was merely trying to process the news,” he laughed, ecstatic that there would soon be a tiny version of one of you running around the house. He looked at you, eyes shining, and shook his head as if he couldn’t quite believe it. 

“So, you’re happy?” you asked, anxiety still lingering in the back of your mind. It had been four years, after all. Your marriage had happened rather hastily, considering the years the two of you had spent pining after one another, and you had decided to revel in your romance for a while before having children. And eventually, you had wanted them. It was just slightly frightening to know that the time had actually come. You were excited, of course. You couldn’t imagine a better life than one where you raised children alongside your best friend, but you couldn’t help the nervousness you felt as you locked eyes with Ben.

“Happy? I’m over the moon, darling,” he said giddily and pushed you back on the bed so he could plant kisses all over your face. 

“If I knew it would be like this I would’ve gotten pregnant earlier,” you joked as Benedict moved on to kiss your neck and your breathing got heavier. 

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You awoke quite suddenly, sitting up in bed so abruptly that Ben’s arm, which had previously been wrapped around you with his hand placed on your stomach, fell away from your body entirely.

Benedict grumbled in protest, noticing your absence even in his sleep. Typically, you slept on your side, with Benedict wrapped around you until the moment you woke up. Despite your racing heart, you smiled down at him, placing a soft kiss on his temple and sliding yourself back into his arms. 

But your attempts to fall back asleep were futile. You had stopped tossing and turning but found yourself lying on your side, staring at the wall opposite you while you felt Benedict’s chest rising and falling against your back as he breathed. 

“S’wrong?” Benedict asked sleepily, sensing that you were still awake.

Not wanting to disturb his sleep more than you had already, you whispered, “No, it’s nothing, Ben. You can go back to sleep.”

But Benedict was having none of it. He rubbed his eyes and blinked a few times, turning you around to face him. “That’s alright. I was awake anyway,” he lied, voice husky with sleep. “What’s wrong? I’m incredibly awake. Awake. I am awake.” 

“Sounds like it,” you said, laughing at him softly. You leaned up and pecked him on the lips, secretly thankful for his unrelenting line of questioning. 

Blinking the sleep from his eyes and leaning on his arm to face you, Ben looked at you and smiled fondly. “I am! Promise.” Then, tracing his fingertips on your arm, he pressed you a bit more. “It’s just me, darling. What’s on your mind?”

“I’m a bit scared,” you whispered. “Actually, I’m terrified. Terrified of becoming a mother, and of having to take care of an entire other human being, and of what it might change between us. Is this what you really want? Having a child?”

Benedict’s fingers never stopped moving as he thought of how to best address your fears, knowing the motion calmed you down. “Having a child with you,” he corrected. “Of course it’s what I want! I get to see a little bit of you in an entirely different person. And you’re my favorite person. So, I don’t really see a downside.”

You hummed thoughtfully, feeling slightly calmer. “But what if I’m a bad mother? What if our child is unhappy?” you cried, tears brimming your eyes as you thought of the endless scenarios in which you failed as a mother.

“What if you’re a great mother? And our child is happy?” Ben countered. “Look at how you are with Gregory and Hyacinth. How you’ve always been with them. You’re going to be a wonderful mother, Y/N. Besides, we’ll learn how to be parents at the same time and it’ll be something we do together.”

Nodding thoughtfully, you interlocked your fingers with Benedict’s. “I suppose you’re right,” you conceded. “It will certainly be a hell of an adventure.”

Sensing that you had calmed down significantly, Ben added cheekily, “Don’t forget you’ll finally have someone else you can force to listen to your ramblings about literature.”

You smacked Benedict playfully. “You enjoy the ramblings, might I remind you,” you replied airily. 

Kissing the top of your nose, he tucked your hair behind your ear and winked. ”Mm, I believe I did admit to this, yes.” Then, after a few moments of comfortable silence, he spoke up gently, “What about you?”

“What about me?” you asked.

“Is having a child what you really want?”

Your heart melted a bit. Even after he woke up in the middle of the night to have a chat with you and was clearly exhausted, he was still making sure you were alright. “Well, obviously. I’m thrilled! Especially now you’ve brought up the fact that I can have a book club of my own. If it’s a boy, I bet he’ll be just like you. A tiny Benedict running around the house ruining our expensive furniture with acrylic paint.”

“And if it’s a girl we’ll name her Daisy, right? Flower names and all that,” he replied sleepily, relieved you were finally easing into the idea of motherhood. “She’ll be just as smart as you are, I bet. I’ll give her the flower encyclopedia as well so she can know where her name came from. I think the one I gave you is still at Bridgerton House. I’m sure we could find it if we look.”

You gasped, having forgotten about your childhood plans to name your daughter after a flower. “Oh, that would be so darling!”

Benedict laughed softly, kissing you and pulling you back into his arms. “It would, wouldn’t it? Do you want to go back to sleep?” he asked, burying his nose in your hair as his eyes fluttered shut. You nodded, squeezing the hand that was nearest to you and interlocking your fingers. 

Ben was fast asleep soon after, but you spent a few moments looking at his sleeping form, chest rising and falling as his breathing deepened. Your heart swelled with love for this silly boy you had fallen in love with all those years ago. He was your husband now! Even after four years, you couldn’t quite believe how lucky you’d gotten. And you would get to raise a child together now. You really couldn't imagine anything better.

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[fandangotales]

Getting Isekai’d with your parent/parents in CULT AU / SAGAU

Warnings: Toxic/abusive parent child relationships mentioned, stereotypical parent child relationships, yandere, disturbing content, description of blood!

Summary: Multiple scenarios in which your parents or parent gets isekai’d with you to Teyvat! GN READER!

REBLOGS AND COMMENTS ARE VERY APPRECIATED! THANK YOU!

In which the reader is isekai’d with their mom:

The acolytes would love her, especially since she is related to you.

Oh? She mentioned a favorite perfume, or a preferred dish?

Cue your residence being overflown with gifts not only for you, but also for your mother.

Surely gaining her favor would be beneficial to gaining the Creator’s, right?

Mothers typically know a lot about their children, so it wouldn’t be strange for the acolytes to ask her many questions about your life as a child, your preferences, your favorite acolyte, your typical sleeping position-

I’d also watch out for what she might tell them about your childhood, as the acolytes painstakingly record and revere pretty much anything related to your existence.

You got your ears pierced when you were 5?

It is now a religious tradition for a child’s ears to be pierced on their 5th birthday in honor of the Creator.

In general, your mother is not worshiped as a deity, but is highly respected by all in Teyvat. This is mainly due to your relationship and closeness with her.

Disrespecting or upsetting her is unimaginable, as it would be upsetting to you.

In which the reader is isekai’d with their dad:

“You’re not good enough for my child, stay away from them.”

The second the acolytes hear this line, they were about to fall to the floor in devestation, if it wasn’t for your hasty reassurance.

“Dad! You can’t just say that, they are all nice people-” you protested, nervously scanning over the upset faces of the crowd. “Don’t mind him, this is just something he says often!”

…

After that fiasco, many of your worshipers attempted to prove themselves to your father, much to his annoyance.

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“Sir, I can assure you that they would be well cared for! The finest of any kind of item would be theirs the second they asked, and I would do my very best to ensure their happiness!” The ginger pleaded, doing his very best to impress the man before him. “I also consider myself a family man, just ask anyone around about how much I value my dear siblings-“

“…and how much did you say that you make a year?” Your dad asked, gruffly staring Childe down.

His dull eyes seemed to light up, sensing an opportunity to sway the man’s favor. He leaned in close to his ear, whispering his… impressive salary. The older man nodded, as he patted the ginger on the back.

“You can take them out to dinner next week. They mentioned wanting to visit Wanmin restaurant to me the other day.”

⚠️ Dark content starts below this line!!! ⚠️

In which the reader is isekai’d with abusive parents:

The Cult AU is the absolute worst AU for those people to be in.

Your followers do not tolerate any disrespect or negativity directed at you, from anybody.

And if they became aware of they way your parents treat you?

Let’s just say that they’ll never bother you again! :D

Of course if you don’t want them… permanently erased from your life, the acolytes will respect your decision. But that doesn’t mean they will be happy about it.

Perhaps if they changed the way they treated you, and genuinely apologized for the suffering you went through because of them, then maybe they would be forgiven by your worshipers.

However, if they did not repent for their sins against you, then their life in Teyvat, (If your mercy allowed them to keep it), would be awful.

Angry glares from anyone they meet, the inability to purchase items from merchants, the constant harassment from your followers…

It would simply be a shame if they weren’t able to live with it.

And if you felt upset over their inevitable death, whether it be by themselves or some unpredictable accident it always coming for them, you could always seek comfort in the arms of your acolytes.

Hold one of them as you sob into their shoulders, as they become the reason for your comfort.

Let your sweet, innocent followers take care of everything, cook all your meals, brush your hair and maintain your body, let them offer themselves to you fully-

You shouldn’t have to lift a single finger. You deserved their utmost adoration and devotion.

Now that they are gone, you can finally be worshiped and loved in the way you always should have been.

They must’ve tainted your mind, made you think you were unworthy.

They must’ve been the reason your expression contorts into one of unease when your acolytes offer sacrifices and perform rituals in your name.

They must be the reason you felt an underlying sense of wrongness, starting with the very first interaction you had with your once beloved characters.

You are no god, you are unsafe, and these “people” are insane.

YOU. NEED. TO. LEAVE.

…

“We will now commence the offering, in honor of The Divine One. As they created a perfect world for us, we will maintain an obedient and thankful following for them. Let these corpses of those who have committed grave sins against Their Grace serve as a reminder for all.”

The once white altar was stained a dark red, as a large pool formed beneath the two mutilated corpses were haphazardly placed upon the smooth rock.

Your throat constricted, as you fought back bile. The oh-so-familiar faces of your parents burned into your eyes.

The priest raised his arms, beginning a prayer with the worshipers. You could feel the eyes of the people around you searing into your skull. Your head began pounding, as their words became more morbid and deranged.

“Oh Creator, we dedicate the bodies of these sinners to you. As your servants we humbly offer this gift to you, as thanks for all you have done and continue to do. With earnest hope, we wish this simple gift to you brings you joy.”

#sagau #cultau #genshin impact #genshin impact sagau #genshin cult au #genshin sagau #genshin impact x reader #genshin yandere #yandere #gn reader #cult au #sagau brain rot #sagau brainrot

[iamderp07]

Meet Eddie Dear's Family! These are my new Welcome Home Original Characters (WH OCs) that I created based on Eddie Dear, one of my favorite WH characters! It took me a while to finish them, but I'm happy to have them out of my head!

Some Dear Siblings HeadCanon/Fanon Facts down below 🤣👇

1. Their parents are Elizabeth and Eddison Dear. Beth is from Texas, and Edd is from Louisiana.

2. Emmett is the oldest among the three Dear siblings, and Eddie is the youngest. Ellie is the middle child and the one and only daughter of Beth and Edd (All of them are equally loved, don't worry 😆🤣👍).

3. Emmett is 8 years older than Eddie, while Ellie is 4 years older than Eddie.

4. Eddison and Emmett work at the family-owned hardware shop, with Emmett often handling deliveries using his truck. Beth works at the family post office, where she used to work alongside Eddie. Meanwhile, Ellie owns a diner that was passed down from her grandparents.

5. The Dear siblings all have mitten like hands! Though Ellie has more feminine ones. Perfect for hugging their friends, neighbors, partners, and of course each other!

6. Eddie frequently stays connected with his family through phone calls and mail. ☎️📬

And I like to think that they've added a personal touch to their letters by using custom designed letters, each serving as a unique signature from every family member.

7. Emmett inherited his name from their great-grandfather on their mother's side, while Ellie and Eddie's names were derived from their parents' names - a shortened and endearing version:

Elizabeth - Ellie

Eddison - Eddie

8. Ellie and Eddie talk a lot about their day via phone call-A LOT. During late-night conversations, they end up talking for hours. Eddie often shares a lot with her about Frank, and she loves listening to her brother gush about him.

9. Emmett and Eddie also talk via phone, where Emmett tends to let Eddie take the lead in the conversation. There are times when Emmett ends up dozing off but still holds onto the phone.

10. During calls and when together, Emmett assists Eddie in managing his forgetfulness, much like their father. Emmett provides advice and solutions, especially when he notices Eddie in need of help or feeling troubled. Ellie also contributes in a similar supportive manner.

11. Eddie and Ellie are often mistaken for twins based on their looks and close sibling bond. Ellie actually gets flattered whenever someone mentions this because it makes her feel younger.

12. Among the three siblings, Ellie and Eddie have shared a close bond since childhood (probably because of the short age gap and since Emmett works a lot with their Pa). Despite Emmett being the more reserved and stoic one, all three of them have a good sibling relationship.

13. Emmett is usually fine with receiving hugs but occasionally gives one.

14. Emmett's instrument of choice is the guitar, while Ellie likes to play the harmonica. Eddison bought Ellie her own harmonica for her 12th birthday, and she has always carried it around with her since then.

15. Ellie and Emmett had their Mailman/Mailwoman phase.

16. Ellie is lesbian while Emmett just assumes he is cisgender. He wrong, he is actually bisexual ufhsjgkxxjgz

17. Ellie is like the second mom of the family.

18. At some points during the year, Eddie heads back to his hometown to visit his family.

19. Ellie has a terrible fear of heights.

20. One of the reasons why Eddie has a fear of bugs is probably because of Ellie.

21. Emmett would bring Eddie alongside him during his deliveries when Eddie is around and available.

22. When Ellie and Emmett first arrived in the Welcome Home Neighborhood, Wally somehow mistook them as Eddie's parents. This made Eddie laugh.

23. Emmett is actually good friends with Howdy and Barnaby. Howdy and Emmett would talk about business, while he and Barnaby tell each other jokes.

24. Ellie actually has good balance and poise. But gets all clumsy when she's flustered.

25. Ellie has a crush on one of Julie Joyful's siblings. Specifically, she has a crush on Franny Joyful.

#welcome home #welcomehome #welcome home puppet show #welcome home oc #welcome home eddie #welcome home eddie dear #eddie dear #eddiedear #dear family #puppet oc #muppet oc #I'm hyperfixated on this family right now

[ladycamillewrites]

𝕯𝖊𝖛𝖎𝖑'𝖘 𝕭𝖆𝖗𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖙

∙ Thomas Sharpe x f!reader

𝖆/𝖓: written for @springdandelixn ‘s spring sleepover project. Happy Birthday darling 🖤

𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘: 18+ dark fic!! non/dub-con smut, Crimson Peak ghosts, forced marriage, manipulation, y/n held hostage

“Lucille?” 

“Over here my dear. Look at the foxes hiding in the northern flower meadows” her voice lured you towards the great dining hall. Allerdale Hall was huge, almost as big as your fathers country estate but with way more pretty wildlife around. 

To hell with your father’s sick hunting-addiction. Your studies were more important and surely the more peaceful.

Rushing over to join your friend at the window, your eyes instantly widened in joy at the sight of a vixen with two cubs. They seemed overly entertained by the growing flowers while the mother had her hands full with watching her boisterous offspring.

“They are incredibly adorable, are they not?“ You chirped, barely able to suppress your excitement about the spring season here in Scotland.

Thanks to Lucille and her brother Thomas you were invited to spend as much time as you wanted in the mansion of your friend you once got to know at your families annual garden festivities. Someone brought Lucille along and well, the spark of sympathy was instantly lit. 

You’ve known her for quite a while. Two wonderful years regarding the regular letters and many visits. 

If there only wasn’t Thomas Sharpe; the unfairly fine baronet who always watched you from the shadows with his oceanic orbs shining like the full moon. The hunger in his eyes elicited a cocktail of fear, submission and unexplainable arousal. 

Most improper things. 

However, it was wedding season and your father might wanted to introduce you to some gentlemen when you’d be back. Hoping you would finally agree to marriage. It was a gift and a curse at the same time to be allowed to pick your husband yourself. 

Though, you were curious whether Thomas had found a fiancé.

“Tomorrow we will spot the grey seals at the bay, I’m most certain of it” Lucille smiled patting your shoulder before she weaves past your body.

The smell of Bergamot invaded your nostrils as you looked after your friend, unsure about the reason of her back-off. 

It was Thomas donning an emerald vest with a puffy white shirt underneath, the gold fob watch on proud display. It shone equally as mysterious as those almond eyes.

“How is the wedding season going for you so far, darling?“ He purred, chin hoisted when you opened your silent mouth, unsure about what to reply.

“I- I, erm my father, luckily, allows me to decide when I wish to get married“ you began, watching in awe as his eyes narrowed, knuckles crackling as he pressed them together in a silent predatory display.

Lucille stepped back in your sight, smiling richly to coax whatever your final answer was. The siblings looked not too alike, you noticed as your eyes tried to hold on to something other than Thomas’ expectant demeanor.

“-and also whom. But I rather wait until next year since I am deeply invested in my studies of northern wildlife“ you finished with a meek smile, hoping that your explanation would suffice. Lucille herself wasn’t married although she was older than you and already exceeded the marriageable age. 

Fresh confusion was written all across your face as Thomas nodded at his sister, took a small black box from her and approached you with black leather boots hitting the dull parquet. Nervous, you tugged a strand of hair behind your ear, gaze shifting to squint at the flowering poppies bathing in the dazzling sun.

However, you flinched when the baronet suddenly cleared his throat, attractive bone structure directed at you when he opened the box, drawing your attention. “Would you do me the honor then, y/n?“ His baritone resounded against the old walls of his mansion, leaving your heart miss a beat in utter shock. 

Not knowing where to put your hands, you clasped them together, trembling fists resting in front of your heavy chest. “Thomas, I- I don’t know what to say that comes all so…abruptly“ your stammer sounded rueful, yet reasonably composed and bewaring the appropriate courtesy.

Again, anxious eyes flickered over to Lucille, her face suddenly all darkened with a thousand words of diktat sitting on her tongue. Where was your friend gone? The woman who told you about the different groups of deer visiting her gardens?

“Your father would surely be content with closer business relations, wouldn’t he?“ Thomas said sternly, leaving you no metaphorical room to breathe with the only relevant leverage held against you. You would most certainly do anything for the man you loved most. And Thomas knew.

Forcing an awkward smile, your trembling hand reached out to carefully close the box with the ring that would grant his owner the title of Lady Sharpe. “Please, do not take this as an insult because it most certainly is not“ Tomas' piercing gaze darted up to meet yours “But I would prefer to wait until the next season as I don’t yet feel ready for such a momentous step“. 

Silence. 

Scoffing, Thomas turned away from you, the cool scent of him blew in your direction from the brusque move.

Serious unease started to settle in your veins, poisoning your brain with the carnal urge for freedom. To breathe fresh air. Alone. At least for a moment.

“Excuse me…“ you whispered, sweaty fingertips raising the skirt of your dress to make your way down the stairs.

“Don’t you think my machines would be of great use in your father’s gold mines overseas?“ The deep pitch got you to stop and pause. Your own agitated breathing the only thing audible in the huge dining room as you failed to spot Lucille.

There was only Thomas, his ocean blue orbs glinting across his shoulder as he desultorily looked back at you. “Thomas, I beg you. This was by no means a rejection. I’m just asking you for some time to finish my studies“. Your voice was reduced until every word sounded like a plea.

The self-confident woman had already left Allerdale Hall, it seemed. 

“I suggest you re-think your choice, darling“ he purred with a freeze like a winter storm, cold thrills descending your vertebrae. You didn’t dare to move nevertheless, muscles tense and ready to run. “Either that or you won’t ever leave this house“.

And you ran, muttering an unnecessary “Apologies“ as hasty legs carried you towards the staircase. That was when you started to notice a darkness, watching the curtains being pulled closed as if by witchcraft. 

Panic spread in your system, hands clasped onto the handle as you hurled yourself down the stairs. “Don’t leave“ a jarring voice breathed, causing you to stop mid-stairs, your head turning in slow motion. You did not want to know who else was living in this house right now however, the voice pierced straight into your consciousness. 

Gasping like a child fearing death you stared into the crimson face of what seemed like a ghost, slender limbs blocking the nearby window. With a cry you turned around, pacing downwards to the main door only to cry out harder when a second one of those horrific creatures blocked.

“Staaayyyyy“ they breathed in a terrific choir, filling your face with naked horror.

“I- I’m going to d-die. I’m going to be killed by ghosts“ you muttered, a stressed out brain trying everything to come up with a way out.

Turning on the spot like a cursed ballerina in a music box, you eventually spotted a single door that wasn’t yet blocked by those red, howling creatures. An exit you prayed when shaking hands twisted the doorknob. 

Slamming the heavy wooden door shut behind you, your head dropped against it with an echoing thud. Candle light flickered behind you, a large, elaborately designed closet was the only thing you were able to locate when hurling in. 

You were alone. In safety.

“I wasn’t jesting earlier, my dear“ an amused chuckle found your ears, the unique baritone making it past the rushing sound of hot blood in your head.

Thomas.

Panting heavily, you turned around, body too wasted to step back out and face those living nightmares again.

The tall, lean figure of the baronet stepped out of the shadows, a smug smirk resting on his thin lips. He looked handsome in candle light, you mused, burned out and incapable of summoning more fear. 

“What- What are they?“ You asked instead, slowly stepping backwards, deeper into the room that turned out to be a regal bedroom. Those suffering moans resounding against the wood were too much while their ugly image ghosted around in your head.

Clicking his tongue, Thomas started to circle you like a starved shark, stern eyes traveling your spent body. “Ghosts. And they shall only be obedient to the Sharpes“. 

“Let me go, please. I swear I won’t tell a word about this curse“ you pleaded, feeling dizzy from following the spheroid course of Thomas steps. 

“It is only to be felt as a curse as long as you are not my wife. Therefore I shall ask again before my courtesy is the next thing to turn crimson“ he spat, every syllable weirdly monotonous, unfitting the usual behavior of the fine baronet. He felt like a changed man, even looked different with onyx curls splattered across his forehead instead of being neatly combed back. 

You swallowed hard, gathering the boldness to state your point of view one last time, hoping he would somehow understand. Whyever he should now.

“Thomas, I cannot deny that you’re a handsome man of honor and overly gentlemanly but I beg you to rather propose next year“.

Watching his eyes fall shut and theatrically reopen as if drenched in pitch, you felt your hands and feet turn cold, any signs of a happy ending rusting and crumbling.

Frozen, you endured his approach, potent hands gripping your shoulders. At first gentle but then he turned you around swiftly, forcing your terrified eyes to stare at the door. Resistance was in vain.

“Oh darling, I’m afraid my friends would miss you so terribly that they cannot wait for a promised return that’s worth nothing more than hollow words“ he whispered in your ear, leaning so close that his chin brushed your temple. 

A wicked grin spread on Thomas’ face as he felt you writing underneath his grip, whining like a child as crimson arms reached through the tiny gap at each side of the door. “Thomas, please stop“. “Think of only how content your father would be to have the source of revolutionary machines in his family, huh?“.

And you yielded, screwing your eyes shut as you screamed what he wanted to hear so desperately. “ Alright, I will marry you“.

Instantly, the grip around your shoulder blades softened, transformed in a weirdly pleasant caress. “Good girl“ Thomas cooed from behind, blithely watching the goosebumps paint your pale neck. “Now give me your hand“.

Reluctantly you turned, reaching out to the emerald fabric of his open hanging vest only for him to slap away your hand. A venomous gaze stiffened your back, twitching brows wordlessly forcing you to correct your mistake.

Now offering your left hand, the adequate one, he grabbed it, making it look ridiculously small as he slipped a heavy ruby ring on your finger. 

You paused to stare at it, sick of the realization you had lost a year of juvenile freedom to a sinister, fine baronet. Under duress, not voluntarily.

“May I leave now? I need to apprise my father of this... well, situation“ you spoke again, the bitterness of a intertwined ‘are you happy now?’ swinging within your tone. But Thomas only chuckled, freeing himself of the vest to toss it on the fur carpet. 

“Do you truly think of me as this imbecile, my darling fiancé?“ the last word hit you with the force of a southern coal train. 

Shaking your head in a broken submission, your promptly tried to adjust your words, letting you sound more trustworthy. But the chance was long gone, rotten like the ghosts lurking behind the door. It glued your mouth shut instead. 

Slowly he stepped closer, reaching behind your back as you felt long digits loosen your beige corset. “You think of this marriage as nothing but a business deal“ he began, hot air from his voodooed lungs meeting your sweaty cleavage. Biting your lips you stayed silent, more or less eager for his continuation.

“Well, in fact it is so much more. You are the most gorgeous woman I ever laid eyes on, y/n. You will bear me beautiful heirs to my title“. Your heart contracted violently, fighting against the choice your helpless mind had made. The irrevocable choice forcing you to actually step in the role of a faithful wife. 

“I- what? What are you doing?“ You stammered, trying to hold on to the heavy fabric of your dress as it started to slide down your shoulders, threatening to leave you in only undergarments. 

Growling like a wolf, the baronet gritted his teeth when annoyed hands pulled it out of your grasp. “Please“ you whined, covering yourself with two quivering arms while you knew damn well that your fate was sealed. “You shan’t never hide what’s to be mine. Understood?“ He barked however, silent and graceful while hasty hands unbuckled his black breeches. 

Slowly, swallowing your pride, you let your arms hang down, eyes fixated on the flickering candle behind your fiancé. You would tell him to order more of them, you thought, they smelled nice. 

“Now, this cock won’t suck itself“.

Disbelieving, widened eyes darted back at him, insecurity smeared all across your face like neon lotion. 

Thomas’ brow was raised, his potent jaw bobbed forward in bloody impatience. “Once I had you, no other man will ever touch you. I’m just making sure my fiancé won’t renegade on her promise“ he stated as sober as well water, the poison within a stark black swirl. 

Succumbing to your fate, you dropped to your knees, staring at his manhood that twitched in lusty anticipation. “I- I’ve never…“ you mumbled, awkwardly curling your fingers around the hot shaft. He was huge, bigger than your housemaid had told you men were. 

You didn’t know whether his sympathy for you was feigned or not as Thomas told you how to wrap your lips around the tip and use your tongue to bring him satisfaction until he would thrust into your mouth.

And how you should let him.

Then you began to pleasure him, swallowing hot saliva around his wide girth until you heard him moan and grunt above you, blueish veins straining his neck when his head lolled back. It was a sinful sound, radiating pure masculinity and drenching your panties, if you wanted it to or not. 

Thomas was incredibly handsome, you couldn’t deny his charms. So you gave in trying to focus on breathing as he started to fuck your mouth. Knuckles turned white from the strong grip around the edge of the bed when wolfish growls and curses left his parted lips. 

You felt torn as he suddenly pulled out, hand still buried in your hair to yank you back on your feet. “No“ you babbled, feeling the burn of your scalp wandering down to infect your gut. You were not ready for what was to come. 

“What was that, pet?“ 

“I- I don’t want to“ your whisper felt pathetic. “You do not wish to be a good, obedient wife?“ Thomas hissed through gritted teeth, the blue in his eyes drowning you like a relentless ocean, features sharpened by the candle light. 

Dragging his face in a faux pout the sinister baronet mocked you “I assumed you wanted to see the grey seals tomorrow, darling. We could go together…“ he purred, gradually lowering you onto the duvet of his big bed. “Would my pretty fiancé like that?“.

You stared in his eyes, biting the inside of your cheek until a taste of copper was the product of your fear. “I’d love that, Thomas“ you forced yourself to say, nails digging in the red fabric gathered by your sides. 

A content smile curled his lips before a strong knee pressed between your legs, unfazed by any resistance. “If you are good for me…we’ll go“ he snarled, sliding back down to hook a finger in the waistband of your panties, the undergarment ripping in no time under his swift pull. 

Gasping, your upper body shot up, protesting against the man who stared at your naked cunt as if it was a box of gems he craved to possess and lock behind metal doors. “Thomas, please don’t“ a whine that erupted directly form your heart left him entertained, ignorant fingertips spreading your lips. 

“As I said, darling. Without some kind of assurance, words are rendered nothing but mere sounds“. 

“But why does it have to be like that?“

A big hand came closer as he crawled back up, pressing against your breasts to keep you glued to the mattress. New terror was born in your eyes, fading into absent-mindedness as you felt him drag his cock along your fold, chuckling to himself. 

He would take me either way you thought, trying to accept the burden that was the title of Lady Sharpe. You would have happily married him.

Next year though.

“Fuck, look at you. All wet like a whore yet so innocent“ you frowned at his words, eyes screwed shut to await the inevitable intrusion. “Please be gentle“ you heard yourself mutter, shocked by the taste of complete submission on your tongue. 

“Ah, ah! Eyes on me. I want to watch you as I make you my wife“ Thomas demanded, dropping on his elbow, needy cock lined up with your pussy. The tingle of his loose curls against your collarbone was a poor distraction to the fiery burn as he breached you, growling at the dark of his chamber. 

It felt unlike anything you had ever imagined, the thick ridges of his big cock stretching you beyond your limits.

Whining underneath him, palms pressed against the puffy shirt, lips begged him to pause until he did. “G-Gods… you feel p-perfect. So tight“ his husky moans were needles pricking your cheek as you felt him twitch inside you, the moment of pause weirdly fading the pain into pleasure. 

Until he pulled out, hips slapping against your ass when he began to pound into you, mercy far beneath his carnal needs. “Thomas, I- I can’t“ you whimpered silently, staggered breaths interrupting your senseless plea.

But he didn’t say a word, instead biting his rosy lip from the sheer pleasure your hesitant body bestowed on him. He looked feral, the collected, analyzing baronet who used to make nice business with your dad now hidden behind a black out curtain.

Darkness engulfed you when the candle finally died, leaving Thomas the only thing to hold onto in the cursed mansion that was now yours.

And so you did, clawing your nails in your fiancé’s muscular back, praying for the candle to be magically lit up again. To have mercy on your heart while Thomas’ relentless cock blanketed your body in unfamiliar ecstasy until he came, spilling his hot seed deep inside your core what forced you to followed him, chanting his name in your own crimson peak. 

tags (feel free to ignore if it's not your genre) : @coldnique @gigglingtigger @muddyorbs @gigglingtigger @smolvenger @toozmanykids @lokisgoodgirl @simplyholl

#crimson peak fic #springdandelixn's sleepover #thomas sharpe x yn #thomas sharpe x f!reader #thomas sharpe x reader #thomas sharpe smut #dark!fic #non/dub-con! #fanfic writing #read warnings #18+

[paroslineage]

Mistake

Shinichiro Sano x Fem!Reader

TW : Blood, Reader Death, Canon Divergence.

This is my own original idea and the characters of TR do not belong to me but Ken Wakui. Do not steal :/

Genre : Fluff to Angst.

It was only a mistake....

09:42 P.M. was the time when it took place...

All it took was one regrettable action and a pair of Bolt Cutters...

It never meant to happen...

...

9:18 P.M.

"Shini~" You lovingly called out to your fiancé, elongating the last syllable.

"Yes darling?" Shinichiro replied chuckling oh so handsomely for someone who got rejected 20 times.

"When are you going to finish?" You whined wanting to just cuddle with your Shinichiro

"Just a minute more dear." Shinichiro replied lovingly and patiently.

You sigh purposefully to make him feel bad which actually does the job of getting Shinichiro to get the fixing wrapped up.

He sauntered over to you his usual boyish charming smile that made your knees weak. That was your first reason to fall for the older Sano in the first place afterall. After all the unsuccessful times of getting a girlfriend he finally found you...

His Diamond.

His one and only one.

Until the action took place unfortunately...

You both were now in the garage lobby room frolicking around.

"Hey Shini..?" You broke the silence first

"Hm..yes darling?" Shinichiro's deep voice replied to you.

"I can't wait to get married to you...can you believe that its in in one week?!" you exclaimed Excitedly.

Shinichiro chuckled at your excited tone and his deep obsidian eyes followed your every happy moment as you danced about adorably.

He strided towards you and gathered you into his arms holding you lovingly and firmly having no intentions to ever let go as he peered down at you with nothing but fondness and extreme devotion towards you ...his fiancée

"Me too darling...me too...I'm just waiting just so I can call you my wifey."

"You know? I'm still waiting for Mikey's,Emma's and Izana's reaction when I'm officially their Nee-San."

You sigh happily to which Shinichiro looks down at you with heart in his eyes and his heart swelling twice for the love you had for his dear siblings.

"And you know that you have the freedom to call me 'wifey' even now right?" You retorted in a playful sassy tone.

"Can't blame a man for having his goals right?" His eyes turned dark with desire as he held your bronze gaze locked in a heated manner.

You chuckle in amusement and slap his chest playfully making him give you a wide lopsided grin of his and leaned in to claim your soft and supple lips.

CLATTER!

Both of you freeze and maintain eye contact and suddenly fall quiet you clutching onto him scared and he reciprocates by holding you fiercely to his chest wanting to protect you.

"What was that?" You spoke quietly in a perturbed tone.

"I think some bastard broke in the garage ....stay here darling ...can't risk you getting hurt alright? I'll be back in no time I love you." Shinichiro kissed your temple tenderly before moving towards the garage with extreme caution.

"Be safe honey.."

"I will baby, dont worry."

Before an hour.

"Hey Kazutora. Where are we going?"

"Well, Mikey's birthday's coming up, right? we're gonna give him a present!"

"A present like what?"

"A CB250T, just come on."

Outside S.S MOTORS.

"This is the place."

"Here?"

"This bike shop."

"A CB250T..."

"Let's steal it ♡."

"What?! We can't just steal it!"

"We can't?"

"There's no way Mikey would be happy...if we got one that way."

"You dumbass. He doesn't need to know the details. The only way middle schoolers like us can get one is if someone older gives one to us, or we steal one."

"..."

Inside the Restaurant.

"What're you freaking out for? I sure the tank's not empty. Easy peasy."

"...You dumbass. That's not the problem here I'm telling you, stealing is bad."

"You wanna see Mikey happy, don't you?~ This is the bike he's always dreamed of."

"Yeah, but..."

"Come on don't back out now~"

"...Fine..."

Current Time 9:27.

"Kazutora..."

"You always complain..But here you are, right by my side again. Let's go."

"Seriously? It opened.."

"Whoa, no security alarms or anything? Sweet ♡. What're you doing, Baji?"

"Are we really gonna do this, Kazutora."

"Keep it down."

"There's no turning back, dude. Are we really gonna do this,Kazutora?"

"just shut up. is it this way?"

...

"Look, Baji. It's the CB250T!".

"It's so awesome."

"Wait this thing isn't new."

"Yeah, its here for maintainance..It's a total custom job. Look at those thick wheels. This bike... I'm sure Mikey would look super badass on it."

"All right, let me see it. Damn it...It's not breaking off easy."

"Hurry up."

"It's so hard!...I got it!"

"All right! Let's roll it out. Yes! It's got gas in the tank. it'll start.

"It's too soon for that. I'm gonna go outside and open the shutters."

"R-Right. Got it."

This might actually work, Kazutora.

"Yeah. I can just see Mikey's beaming face now."

"Yeah. You're gonna have the best birthday ever, Mikey!"

Currently.

"Hey!...the hell? we gettin' robbed? whose shop you think you're breakin' into, huh?"

"Shit! He's got a weapon! What do we do?!"

"you little bastards ...you're not gonna get away!"

"What do we do?! He totally saw my face! Even if we make it out of here, we'll be arrested! What should we do?!"

"Hey...you look familiar."

"Huh?!"

"Is that you, Keisuke?"

"Shi...Shinichiro-kun? Why...What are you doing here?"

"What? Well, this is my shop."

"It's your..."

Meanwhile with you.

You were worried sick thinking why hadn't Shinichiro returned yet?

So you decided that you will go to him instead.

You went to the garage and saw Shinichiro talking to little Keisuke.

Keisuke's breath hitched and started trembling as he saw you...

...

His older sister ...

Y/N Baji...

"Hmm...What ....Kei....is that you....?.."You spoke unsure, squinting your eyes in the dark to see better.

"Honey?"

"Nee-san?..."

What You and Shinichiro did not see was Kazutora sneaking up on Shinichiro with a pair of bolt cutters...

Keisuke noticed and his eyes widened as he tried to stop his best buddy Kazutora.

"Kazutora, don't!" Baji had his eyes widened to the point of just dots.

Crack!

Just as Shinichiro was about to get hit you stepped in between Shinichiro and took the hard brunt force to your head before falling down harshly.

Thud!

"Let's get the hell outta here, Baji!"

Baji left the bike which fell to the floor and ran towards the couple.

"Nee-San..Nee-San! What the hell did you do Kazutora?!"

"What was I supposed to do?! He saw us but she came in between!"

"Baby...my darling...hey ...wake up!" Shinichiro fell to his knees and scampered to your body cradling it.

"Nee-San?..." Kazutora smiled confused

"She...she...she's my older sister!" Baji replied with an anguished tone, his teary eyes not leaving your face.

Kazutora dropped the bolt cutters and started trembling as he took in your appearance, bleeding furiously from the forehead.

Meanwhile Shinichiro was in another distress.

"Hey...Y/N ...hey wifey ...get up please get up." He uttered loudly as he cradled your cold, limp body rocking you back and forth to ease his anxiety and shaking.

and Keisuke was...

"Nee-San I'm sorry...I'm sorry Nee-San please wake up." Keisuke sobbed violently as he fell to his knees and tried to crawl towards Shinichiro and you.

"Why..why is he crying?" Kazutora had a shaky grin as he pointed towards the broken man.

"Y/N Nee-San is.....is Shinichiro-kun's Fiancée!"

the following words make Kazutora's trembling worse.

"...Fiancée..."

"What are you standing there for?! Call the ambulance!!" Keisuke barked at Kazutora in distress.

Still Kazutora could not move as he was having a panic attack.

Shinichiro fell awfully quiet has he looked down at you. his obsidian eyes now dull and diminished ..your face peaceful ..had it not been the blood running down your temple he would have thought that you were sleeping peacefully without any care in the world.

Suddenly Shinichiro wailed in anguish clutching you closer to his chest and possibly heart...

hearing such a wail, both Baji and Kazutora froze in their places their eyes darting to the couple.

One had revenge on his mind.

One was In a state absolute anguish and distress mourning for his beloved.

and

One was sobbing incoherently apologizing without his cause.

...

oh right ....it was 9:42 P.M.

The sound of the ambulance and police sirens came came from a distance but neither of them both tried to move.

as one was shaking in his boots claiming that

it's all Mikey's fault...

and

the other one having his bronze hued eyes stuck to couple more precisely the black haired woman that laid perfectly still in Mikey's older brother's arms as he cried to no one, his voice raspy as he quietly begged for you to get up.

Keisuke thinking that how will he face his own mother now?

Ryoko Baji. The mother of two, her eldest daughter

Y/N Baji and youngest son Keisuke Baji.

Well now deceased daughter....

the police soon came into the vicinity with the paramedics trying to pry your body from the black haired man's grip as the he tried his best to keep you with himself helplessly.

Meanwhile the police arrested both the kids and had them escorted outwards.

Kazutora kept uttering only one thing ...

"It's all Mikey's fault.."

and Baji was somber, dead within beautiful bronze eyes dulled with now his beloved Nee-San gone.

as they were both getting escorted towards the police car Mikey came to the crime scene looking clueless and as he met Baji's eyes.

"Baji! What's wrong... What's happening?" Mikey who had just arrived to the crime scene completely clueless asked Baji innocently with a frantic tone.

Baji could only tearfully apologize with a heavy anguished voice

"Mikey ...I'm sorry."

Mikey darted his eyes behind Baji and saw paramedics carrying your bloodied corpse on a stretcher and his beloved aniki Shinichiro begging them not to take you away from him and he clutched onto your pale limp hand for dear life.

Mikey understood what had happened... What took place while he was at home...

But for Baji

...

Well what was he apologizing for?

...

For that one Mistake that never intended to happen.

Not to you at least...

#fem reader #angst #angst no comfort #reader death #shinichiro sano #tokrev shinichiro #tr shinichiro #tokyo revengers #tokyo rev x y/n #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo rev x you #shinichiro x reader #shinichiro x you #tw death #oneshot

[astragreenwoode]

Made my own AU/Reboot of the Smiling Critters franchise because they deserve to be happy.

Chapter 3 was AMAZING, guys! Mob Games delivered us with the lore we were all asking for and deserved.

Also, I got my CatNap plush I pre-ordered back in December as a birthday gift to myself! I love him! I'll definitely be ordering DogDay once I secure another job for myself.

So, I was thinking about all the shows I used to love as a kid; Care Bears, My Little Pony, Blues Clues, etc. I realized the whole appeal of the Smiling Critters was that it reminded us of being carefree kids. And I think that's why I find the atmosphere of Poppy Playtime so comforting despite the history of violent experiments. The entrance to the factory, the game station, even playcare feel like a childhood liminal space that makes me feel safe and like I'm a kid again.

The Poppy Playtime Fandom seems to have latched onto them and created their own sub-fandom like FNAF did with Sun and Moon. I don't know what it is about sun and moon themed characters, but I am here for it!

Anyways, I'll eventually be posting the other critters. I'm working on Bobby Bearhug and CraftyCorn for the next installment. My handwriting might be a bit hard to read, so the typed-up version of all my headcanons down below the cut.

CATNAP

• Throws THE BEST Slumber Parties

• Night Owl

• Stays up until 5 AM and wakes up at noon.

• Eternally Eepy (Narcoleptic AF)

• Everything he owns is some shade of purple and yellow

• Always wears pajamas

• Never leaves home without a blanket and pillow

• LOVES Astronomy and Stargazing

• Down to go camping at anytime

• Torn ear from fight with his siblings

• Best Bedtime Storyteller

• Has a library room

• Ends his days with hot tea and reading by the fire

DOGDAY

• Almost always covered in dirt

• Morning Person/Early Bird

• ADHD Kid

• Loves to Explore

• Therapy Dog Energy

• Always there to cheer up his friends

• Repetitive exercising and fidgeting to self-soothe

• Chris Traeger Vibes

• Owns every sports ball and exercise equipment ever made

• Fitness Guru

• Party Animal

• The one at slumber parties who wants to stay up all night. Passes out 5 minutes after bedtime

I hope you like my work and please let me know what you think, as I really appreciate it and use it as motivation. Be sure to follow me and come back for me, please!

Stay wild, free and safe, my dears!

-Astra

#poppy playtime #poppy playtime chapter 3 #smiling critters #catnap #dogday #mob entertainment #fanart #my art #my writing #astra greenwoode #artists on tumblr #illustration #art of tumblr #digital art #poppy playtime fanart #poppy playtime smiling critters #smiling critters fanart #poppy playtime catnap #poppy playtime dogday #cats #dogs #astra's art #my aus #poppy playtime au #2024

[juliantheupsidedown]

petit ange // leclerc family

this is a soft launch before the main part. maybe it will even grow into a series? I fell in love while I was doing it

it can be considered a kind of prologue. directed more to indicate the relationship between siblings leclerc

enjoy it! and be sure to let me know what you think about it

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📍Monte Carlo, Monaco

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aurelie_leclerc les derniers jours de la maison avant le premier grand voyage dans une nouvelle vie (the last days at home before the first big journey into a new life)

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gg_giadagianni tu me manques déjà beaucoup (i miss you so much already)

aurelia_leclerc like your comments ❤️

arthur_leclerc i can't believe that a part of me will be at a distance of 10 thousand kilometres for most months of the year, disgusting! 😮‍💨

aurelie_leclerc no matter what distance separates us, you are always a part of me, and i am you

lorenzotl fier de toi et terriblement manqué (i'm proud of you and i miss you terribly)

leclerc_pascale mon petit ange ❤️

charles_leclerc come home soon

august 1, 2018

aurelie_leclerc

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aurelie_leclerc I still can't believe I missed his entire first season in Formula One. je suis si fier de toi, grand frère ❤️ (I'm so very proud of you, big brother)

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charles_leclerc You should definitely visit Austin next year, miette ❤️

aurelie_leclerc Of course I'll be there!

leclercfans We are incredibly looking forward to seeing you in the paddock next year!

december 2, 2018

aurelie_leclerc

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aurelie_leclerc I'm not the one crying the night before the first class of the new semester, because my older brother won at Monza 😭❤️

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lerlecrfam She's such a proud sister, I can't now I'm crying again

charleslecfans the fact that Aurelia watches all the races live despite the huge time difference. CAN I HAVE A SISTER LIKE THAT?

september 8, 2019

lorenzotl

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lorenzotl SHE DID IT! I can't describe in words how proud I am of her, she proved to everyone - first of all to herself that she is worthy of it! And it was worth the tears we endured, the late-night Facetime calls in which she drops out of university and returns home, the terrible and difficult exams. My heart is overflowing with joy for my princess. I love you incredibly much, Aura. Nous sommes fiers de toi! (We are proud of you)

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leclerc_pascale Papa est très fier de toi, petit ange! (Dad is very proud of you, little angel!)

aurelie_leclerc maman 😭

charlottesiine félicitations, chérie! tu es si bien (congratulations, dear! you're so good)

aurelia_leclerc like your comments ❤️

arthur_leclerc I always knew you wanted to spray everyone with champagne, sis. je t'aime et je suis très fier (i love you and i am very proud)

famleclerc congratulations on completing your studies and returning home! we've missed you

f1lclercgirl Aurelia who sprays champagne like her brothers. I'm pretty sure that all these years she was jealous of them and wanted to repeat this trick 🥂

aurelia_leclerc like your comments ❤️

charles_leclerc I'm so sorry that on one of the most important days in your life we weren't there. But I am incredibly proud of you, knowing how much you had to go through, miette. my heart is overflowing with pride for you. And I can't wait to meet you at home ❤️

justlecgirl I cried for the second time from Charles' comment. can I have such a relationship with my brothers?

june 27, 2022

aurelie_leclerc

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aurelie_leclerc Happy birthday to my soul, my mind, my heart, the male version of me. I was lucky to be born with this handsome man on the same day and to be his pillow sister from birth. From the first second of my life, I'm a fan of his. and I'm incredibly proud of everything he does and was able to do! you are my support, my twin brother 🫶🏻

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lerlecrfam Happy birthday to the most wonderful twins!

leclercfans this collection of photos! I'M SO EMOTIONAL. happy birthday

valentinesine joyeux anniversaire, bébé. je t'aime beaucoup (happy birthday, baby. i love you very much)

charles_leclerc happy birthday, miette

f1fanmac are we really going to ignore the fact that Felipe liked the post?

october 14, 2022

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arthur_leclerc I'm so happy because she chose me as her older twin brother. happy birthday 🤍

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famleclerc I feel that Arthur has deprived us of congratulations this year

mclarengim I think this is due to the fact that Aurelia is finally at home and he personally congratulated her, now there are not 10 thousand kilometers between them

leclerc_pascale mes petits anges, joyeux anniversaire (my little angels, happy birthday)

aurelie_leclerc I wish I had a choice. If I could, I would choose Charles as a twin. happy birthday, Arti

arthur_leclerc A dagger right in my heart on MY birthday

aurelie_leclerc *our birthday

felipedrugovich happy birthday 🎂

asstonmmartin omg Felipe appeared HERE TOO?!

october 14, 2022

#au #social media au #charles leclerc #arthur leclerc #lorenzo leclerc #charles leclerc instagram edit #arthur leclerc instagram edit #charles leclerc imagine #arthur leclerc imagine #felipe drugovich #felipe drugovich imagine #leclerc!reader #f1 imagine #f2 imagine

[charlesslut16]

hii, could you do one with YN having curly hair and Carlos being obsessed with her hair and she doesn't normally like when people touch it but she just let's him?

ps.: sorry if I wrote something incorrectly, english isn't my first language

- love your work 💜

-only you can touch my hair-

summary : carlos is the only one, who can touch your hair.

PAIRING : carlos sainz x fem!reader

WARNINGS : none.

note : i hope you like it eve if it a little short.

masterlist 

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Since you were a little girl, you had always long, thick curtly hair. This still remains till today. You loved your hair, you took great care of it, to make sure that it wouldn't get damaged.

And because you loved your hair so much, you would never let anyone touch it. Your mother, father, siblings, friends, no one was allowed to touch your precious curly hair.

Until Carlos came into the picture. He loved your hair, the same way you loved it. He was literally obsessed with your hair. Carlos always wanted to touch it, since it felt like silk.

In the beginning of your relationship, you were reluctant, to let carlos touch your hair. You always told him, that if he touched your hair, it would get greasy and carlos always accepted it.

But after some time, he really wanted to touch it. It may sound really weird, but he loved your hair. The way it fell down your shoulders and how it shone in the light.

Carlos also wanted to comfort you with it. When you were sad, carlos wanted to stoke your head to calm you down or to relax yourself. But he always held back, as he knew how much it meant to you.

But now the hair situation changed. You still hated it if someone touched your hair, but when carlos touched it you were okay with it, which made carlos very happy.

So to say this, you hated if someone else than Carlos touched your beautiful curly hair.

Both of you were in your shared bedroom. Carlos sat on the bed, while you were doing your hair and make - up. In the middle of your makeup routine, carlos came up to you and gave you a kiss on your head.

"How long is this going to take? Can I go to the shower before you need help?" Carlos asked you and weaved his large hand through the curly mess on your head.

"Maybe fifteen or twenty minutes, you can shower, Querido." Carlos nodded, gave you a kiss on your hairline and walked to the bathroom to shower, as you were invited to a birthday.  Beloved

But before he showered, carlos walked back into the room and roomed through your shared closet to find the fitting clothes for the birthday of your friend.

After carlos showered, he walked into the bedroom again, now fitted in white jeans and a blue shirt.  Carlos saw that you were finished with your hair and that you just needed to spray setting spray on.

He took the bottle out of your hand and sprayed it on your hair. He took it into his hand, so that the spray could get everywhere. As he was finished, you stood up and looked at him.

"Te he dicho que tu cabello se ve excelente, mi amada niña?" Did I tell you that your hair looks great, my beloved girl?

"Tal vez una o dos veces, mi hombre guapo." You said with a teasing smile on your face. You laid your hand on his broad chest, and he pulled you closer. Maybe once, or twice, my handsome man.

"Well, your hair looks absolutely perfect, my dear."

"Thank you. Are you finished, so we can go, we will be late if we do not go now."

"I'm finished." Carlos answered and you gave him a short nod. You wanted to take your bag, but carlos was faster and snatched it away from you. His motto was that he would carry everything for you.

You just shook your head and walked to the front door and putted your high heels on that fitted your dress perfectly. And seconds later, Carlos came down to put his shoes on.

Finished, you walked out of the door to carlos Ferrari, that was parked in front of the garage. He opened the passenger door for you and then closed it to walk to his side.

As he was in, he gave you your bag and started the motor, so you could drive. But before you drove, he gave putted your hair behind your ear and gave you a long kiss.

Then he drove to your destination, opened the door gentlemanlike for you, and you walked with your hands intertwined to the front door and carlos rang the bell.

Your friend opened the door and hugged you immediately, just as she wanted to stroke your hair, while you hugged, but you retreated back to carlos, and he told he that you didn't like to get your hair touched.

She understood and walked you to the table, who the people greeted you both. You sat down on the chair and leaned your side on carlos, who laid his hand on your shoulder.

The people at the table asked about your hair, what products you used and if they could touch your hair, but you always denied them and told them that you didn't like it.

As the people were engaged in their conversations, you looked at carlos with pleading eyes, and he instantly understood what you wanted. Carlos leaned down and gave you a kiss.

While you kissed, Carlos weaved his hand through your hair, curled his finger around your hair and stroked your hair. Carlos is and always will be the only one who can touch your hair.

"Have I told you that you have very beautiful hair, my princess?"

"Yes, my dear. Yes, you did"

#f1 #carlos sainz f1 #f1 fluff #formula 1 #formula one #carlos sainz fanfic #carlos sainz imagine #carlos sainz junior #carlos sainz #carlos sainz jr

[axelsagewrites]

Lucerys - Dance

Pairing: Lucerys X Green!Daughter

Summary: reader and Luke had been best friends for years before being split up but finally they meet again at the readers birthday ball.

Words: 2914

Requested by anon

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Being the youngest child of the king was a strange experience. As the youngest you didn’t have to worry about as many marriage proposals or having to go to make official royal visits. The only times you were sent on royal visits had been with either your mother or brother Aemond as your mother did not trust her another son to look after you. You spent more time looking after Aegon than the other way round as you were the one that would sneak him his hang over cures when your mother banned the maesters for helping him as punishment for her sons drinking.

Despite this you were also close with your mother. She was extremely protective which had its ups and downs. On one hand you didn’t need to worry about Lords trying to manipulate you for your hand and on the other you only really had your family to spend time with. However, as you were the youngest, quite a bit younger than your siblings, it still could be lonely at time. Or at least it was after Luke had left court.

When Luke was still at court however you were inseparable. You studied together, trained with your dragons together, were forced to learn how to dance together. It was lucky that you both got on so well because if not the whole ordeal would have been awkward. You didn’t mind spending all your time with him however and soon you may have well been the same person.

The day Rhaynera decided to move her and her children to Dragonstone to marry Daemon Targaryen you cried. You cried the whole day and so many more to come. Luke did his best not to join you in your tears. You clung onto him for dear life as you said your goodbyes. But eventually you were forced to let go.

You didn’t leave your room for days after he left. The worst was no one really noticed as they were used to you being away in some corner with Luke. Aemond only noticed when he realised, he had not been pranked by you and Luke for a week. The only reason you even came out of your room is because he banned the cooks to send food to your room and eventually you realised starvation would not bring Luke back.

Eventually you found a new normal but it was hard at first. Now you were far more studious, rode your dragon more, and even began to wear more princess like dresses as you weren’t having to sneak around with Luke to pull off your next heist. Alicent was so happy by the change that soon you became her favourite. She loved to come to your chambers and do your hair as before you had never allowed her to, claiming she pulled to hard. Now you didn’t see a point of fighting your mother off.

During her visits to try out the latest braid styles in your hair she began to discuss plans for your upcoming birthday. As usual there would be cakes and dancing and lords pretending to take an interest in you. For you it was more of a chore and you would celebrate your birthday properly the day after. Usually this would be done with Lucerys, but this year Heleana would have to do.

“You’re so lucky my dear not to have to organise this yourself,” Alicent said as she tugged your hair back from your face, “Trying to organise the guest list alone is killing me. Who can come and what day and how much time we spend with them outside of the ball itself. It’s all very complicated just to avoid bruising some egos,”

“Do I even know half the people coming?” you asked.

Alicent sighed, “You know of them at the very least. It’s all the usual sort but don’t worry darling you don’t need to talk to anyone for very long. That’s what I’m here for. You just pick a couple lords or their sons, don’t worry I’ll point them out to you, you dance with them then you just sit and look pretty,” Alicent smiled as she admired her handy work. “Don’t you just love it?”

It took all your energy to muster up a smile to try convincing her but she seemed pleased non the less. “We’ll need to set up some more dancing practises,” your mother continued. “Can’t have you stepping on any fragile toes,”

“I normally practise with Luke,” you sighed as you ran your fingers over the braids. You knew exactly the disgusted face he would make if he could see them now.

“Well you can dance with him at the ball but for now-“

“Lucerys will be there?” you span around to face your mother.

“Of course he will,” she said, her face contorted to scold you for interrupting her, “Rhaynera and her whole family will be there. Even that Daemon of hers. I can’t believe she married that lunatic,”

“Why didn’t you tell me he was coming?” you ignored her pettiness not wanting to get involved in her drama.

Alicent just shrugged as she began to pack up her hair styling supplies, “Well of course he was going to be there. I didn’t think you would mind,” but you were too thrilled to care at this point. Lucerys was coming back.

The days leading up to the ball you had been on the lookout for his arrival but your mother kept you so busy you didn’t even find out they had arrived till after dark and your mother insisted you needed your beauty sleep and he could wait. Then despite your tries the next day it felt like everyone was trying to keep you both apart. Every time you would leave your room there would be someone needing something about some dress or food or song that need your opinion despite everyone knowing your mother would be the one really deciding.

Then the day of the ball rolled around and you didn’t think you could be busier. While your mother was off greeting guests you were being primped and polished by handmaidens and servants. Everything had to be perfect. When you were finally ready you looked into the mirror and did not recognise the girl staring back at you. Her hair was filled with intricate interweaving braids. Her skin was slathered with lotions and tinted balms. Her dress showed off a figure even you barely recognised.

A knock came from the door. “Come in,” you called despite feeling all the air leaving your body as your breath quickened.

You glanced at the door to see Aegon walking in, “Well don’t you look like mothers’ little pet,”

“Shut up Aegon,” You glared as you examined yourself in the mirror, running your hands over the braids then the dress then the braids again, “I feel- “

“Stupid? That’s what you get for pleasing her,” Aegon walked over to stand behind you looking at you in the mirror together. He turned to the women in the room, “Leave us. I will escort my sister down in a few minutes,”

He was met with several hesitant looks as the women contemplated who was worse to anger; your brother or mother. “My prince, the queen specifically requested-“ one lady started but was soon cut off.

“I am sure I can be trusted to walk her down some stairs. I’ve not drank that much have I?” he chuckled as he placed his hands on your shoulders.

“I’ll be down in a few minutes. I promise,” you assured your ladies and finally they left the room.

When the door closed Aegon turned you around, “You look like mother,”

“Fix it,”

“Say no more,” Aegon said as he began to pull pins out your hair. Soon he was pulling and tugging harder than mother but it was all worth it when your hair began to resemble hair rather than a helmet. He still kept some of the braids in but now it was at least a curly half updo. “I’m not about to start tearing your dress so you’ll have to deal with that but dab some of that gunk off and lets go before mother finds out and fixes you.”

“Thank you,” you sigh as you dab off the excessive lotions, so your skin did not look so greasy. “I just wanted- “

“To look good for your boy toy,” He smirked as you began to splutter out incoherent sentences, “It’s fine. I’m hardly one to judge. Just don’t tell Aemond you fell for the eye snatcher,”

“It was an accident,” you snap and Aegon just laughed, “Besides he probably doesn’t like me,”

“If he doesn’t then I want to know why he wouldn’t shut up about you all morning so c’mon. Grab your shit and let’s rock this bitch. I wanna make an entrance,”

And that he did. Well kind of. you think the gasps were because it was the first evening all week the prince had walked into a room without stumbling. Aegon led you into the ballroom and presented you to your mother who struggled not to strangle her son in front of everyone. But all you cared about was Lucerys.

He was stood beside his mother and brother who were a mere feet or two away from the king and you tried your best not to stare at him, but you swore you could feel his eyes on you. After your father had greeted you, it was Rhaenyra’s turn.

“You look absolutely darling sweetheart,” your sister said as she took your hands in hers giving them a light squeeze, “I like your hair its very…interesting,” she smiled.

“It’s a new style im trying,” you said with heat rushing to your cheeks before turning to Daemon which honestly did not help your blush. “Uncle,” you greeted and he just nodded and smirked in return. Going down the line you finally got to Jace, “Hello idiot,” you grinned, knowing now it was far too personal to hug him in front of everyone though desperately wanting to.

“Dumbass,” he smiled back as he took your hand to kiss it and you swore you saw him glance at his brother as he did. “We’ve missed having you around,”

“I miss it too. You should visit more often,” you said before quickly moving down again to finally get to Lucerys. “Luke,” you beamed, reaching for his hand but he just bowed his head. “Im so glad your finally back,”

He gave a tight smile and nodded his head, “Happy name day princess. We shouldn’t keep you from your guests. It was lovely to see you,”

Even your sisters face was filled with confusion, but no one had time to question it when your mother rushed you off to great the next family. you looked back over your shoulder to see Jace taking his brother somewhere and Luke didn’t even spare you a glance. Tears threatened to spill from your eyes but you managed to keep them in as you bored yourself with the next guest.

The whole evening was a mix of watery eyes, cake, and dancing. Most of the lords were old enough to be your father but their were a couple age appropriate ones. Although you’d never pursue him Jace was one of them and soon approached you for a dance.

As you took to the floor, Jace leading the way and placing a hand on your waist and one in your hand, you finally could attempt to get some answers, “So do I have to ask why your brother hates me?”

Jace sighed as he spun you to the music before bringing you back in, “He doesn’t hate you he’s just a dumb kid,”

“Don’t call him dumb,” you snapped and Jace laughed, “I might hate him but don’t insult him,”

“You don’t hate him either. You both have the same problem,”

“And what’s that?” you asked, forcing yourself to smile when you felt your mothers gaze.

“Too many feelings and not enough courage. Its partly my fault,” he confessed, “I’ve been winding him up about it since I found out about this ball,”

“Winding him up about what?”

Jace groaned “Yous are just as bad as each other. You both like each other,”

“He clearly does not like me,” you frowned but refused to deny that you liked him anymore.

He glanced into the crowd, and you noticed Lucerys staring at you both, “Really? Then watch this,” Jace said and as the dance began to draw to a close he stepped in closer, his hand falling slightly closer to your hip and his face a mere inch away from you.

Your skin prickled hot at the closeness and you knew this must look incredibly suspicious to anyone else. Before you could pull away from Jace, Lucerys was pulling him back from you. He was glaring daggers at his smirking older brother. The room was growing more silent the longer you three stood. You could see your mother approaching out the corner of your eye. Jace nudged his brother who finally faced you. His skin started to glow pink around his checks and neck, “I think it was my turn to dance next,” he stumbled over his words as his eyes fell down, “If you would like of course,”

Finally a smile found its way to your lips as you stepped back from Jace and faced Lucerys, “I would love to,” you quickly turned and nodded to the musicians who had stopped during this whole ordeal. Soon music began to flood the hall and people soon began to move on.

Jace walked off leaving a still red Lucerys behind. “May I have your hand?” he asked, his eyes still not meeting yours. You simply responded by grabbing one of his hands and resting the other on his shoulder. Soon his other found your waist and a smile on his face as you began to dance the first dance you had ever learned.

You didn’t say a word as you danced but you didn’t need to. As you moved you both laughed and smiled and almost cried as he began to twirl you and spin you and pull you in. You didn’t need to think about your next step because you were both moving as one.

Eventually the music drew to an end and the people clapped as your dancing stopped. Now you stood still again in the middle of the dance floor. “Would it be selfish of me to ask for another?” he said with a bashful smile tugging at his lips.

“It would be selfish if you didn’t,” you said as you took his hand again for another spin.

Later that night as the ball was finally beginning to die down you managed to sneak off with Luke to the a hallway in the servants area that you knew your mothers would never check. You sat on the floor next to each other, resting your head on his shoulder. “Did you have fun tonight?” he asked.

You snorted in return, “Please I don’t think I’ll be able to walk again. I don’t understand why I had to dance with everyone,”

“You’re a princess,” Luke laughed, “Who wouldn’t wanna dance with you?”

“So you only danced with me because of my title?” you faked gasped, holding a hand to your heart, “I could cry,”

“Please,” he scoffed, “Oh please milady marry me so I can be prince of nothing,” he laughed and you joined, “Besides if we married you’d be the one reaching up,”

“Me?” you laughed even harder, “I’m a freaking princess. Your heir to some planks of woof,”

“Rich planks of wood. Think about how many frilly dresses you could buy,” he said as he pulled at the lace details of your admittedly frilly dress.

“My mother made me wear it,”

“It looks good on you,” this time he wasn’t laughing. Instead for once he was looking right at you.

“Thanks,” your voice was almost a whisper as you looked back into his eyes. The eyes that had been in your dreams for months. “I’ve missed you,”

“I missed you more,”

“I doubt it,”

“I didn’t eat for weeks after we left. I could barely bring myself to go on rides or practise. Nothing was the same without you there,” he said, his eyes still never leaving yours.

“Why didn’t you write me?” you’d been wondering for weeks but you were now scared for the answer, “I sent a letters but you stopped replying,”

This time he looked away. His cheeks were red once again as he stared at his shoes, “I didn’t want you to think I was an idiot,”

“Why would I think that?”

“Because as soon as we left, I realised I was in love with you,” Lucerys looked up from his shoes but still wouldn’t meet your gaze, “and every day I debated getting on my dragon and flying back. I almost did it once but Jace found me sitting next to my dragon, I couldn’t do it. I didn’t want to see the look on your face before you rejected me and sent me on my way,”

“Who could say no to that face?” you said and finally he looked at you again. “Ask me Lucerys. I at least deserve to decide my own answer,”

“Would you do me the honour of being mine (Y/N)?”  

“Of course, I will,”

A/N: This took me way too long to write. Life has been weird and my Y keytab broke. Who know how much I used the letter Y?

#lucerys targaryen x reader #lucerys targaryen #lucerys strong #hotd lucerys #lucerys x reader #luke targaryen imagine #luke targaryen #lucerys velaryon #lucerys velaryon x reader #lucerys velaryon imagine #lucerys velaryon one shot #lucerys velaryon request #luke velaryon #luke velaryon imagine #luke velaryon x reader #game of thrones imagine #game of thrones x reader #game of thrones #hotd #hotd imagine #house of the dragon fluff #house of the dragon imagine #house of the dragon

[jhuzen]

give and take [m.reader]

happy birthday to our beloved ⸝⸝ʚ̴̶̷̆ ̯ʚ̴̶̷̆⸝⸝ . i’m very glad i finished this just in time for his birthday. hehe. it’s a crime not to write for kuni. anyway, for coherence purposes, we call the wanderer by his first of many names. this is a very soft fic, purely self indulgent, very intimate. again another descender reader because you my dear, are otherworldly ;))

Kunikuzushi swears by his nonexistent heart that even as Scaramouche in his years of joining the Fatui did he not ever wear this much layers. He also swears that you’re doing this just to mock him, especially on sultry nights when he longs for nothing but your touch.

Yet his yearning becomes far more delayed than necessary as he watches you unbuckle leather straps of your very, very long boots, your many, many coats that just seemed to stack on top of another. Was it that cold back where you live? Surely it couldn’t compare to the Tsarita’s abode in Snezhnaya.

Many times even for a puppet like him who didn’t require sleep often fell into one when you would ask him to wait as you get ready for bed. Kunikuzushi was also sure you would wake up in the wee hours of the morning just so you can get ready. Why did your clothing require so much leather straps buckled for security? Were people always itching to tear away at your clothes when you’re off for work?

A deep scowl broke into his rather serene expression at the thought of the lowly creatures of this world and your world clawing at your pristine clothing, hoping to just catch a glimpse underneath those layers.

Kunikuzushi was really getting good at ticking himself off. Ah. No. None of it was his fault. The blame is all yours to shoulder. Even without your presence beside him, even when you’re worlds away, you still manage to find ways to tug at his heartstrings — often into melodies where his insanity and annoyance flares into an allegro, barely mellowing out until he sees your loving ( lovingly irritating, Kunikuzushi corrects) face.

Really, why must you always be busy with your work? Can’t you just be like the traveler that he would begrudgingly accompany — going on countless missions in search of their sibling. Why can’t you also just have a sibling that you must search for here in Teyvat?

He dreads the day you would suddenly take interest in other beings. And he can’t exactly keep track of the people that you meet in your own land. His surveillance is rather lacking and is only limited here in his world. All he has is your promise and the memories of your searing touches from a couple of nights before.

And the one thing that irks Kunikuzushi more than seeing you unfasten the tenth buckle in your clothing was the fact that he willingly gave his trust. Countless times he has told himself to never ever trust someone like you, someone who brings him a life full of sweet promises when all he has ever known was bitterness.

Yet you’ve breached his walls in more ways than one.

You provided heat on nights he was cold, when he needed that raw connection, you never once denied him that luxury. And when he had no heart, you gave him half of yours. You, of all people, worshipped by others, worshipped him and the ground he walked on. You waited on him hand and foot, ready to act when he asks.

Kunikuzushi’s gaze softened, perhaps its why he never demanded either to know where you go and never asked to tag along. You gave so much of yourself to him willingly and in the process, unbeknownst to him, he had also given himself to you. So much that he doesn’t feel the need to worry.

And in this sanctuary of yours that you call home — he was becoming a fixture in it. He finds himself around more even when you insisted he join the traveler when you’re away. Perhaps suddenly, the tides have changed, and now it was him who waits on you, at your beck and call, ready to do what you ask.

He’s heard countless people talk about relationships before, even when he was deemed as a kabukimono in his years of residing in Tatarasuna. Often times, he heard the words ‘give and take’, and only now is it slowly settling in. Five hundred-odd years later, he was finally understanding the crinkled smiles of the old lovebirds, the loving gazes of the newlyweds, and the bashful demeanors of young couples.

Though right now, love feels like a worm is crawling underneath his skin, itching with want to hold you, with the need to see and hear you.

And maybe it’s because he’s been good lately, that he’s slowly recuperating and recovering from his devastating actions as Scaramouche, but the fates have answered his yearning when he heard the door open.

Alas, he’s one to be cautious and stood up, ready to act if in fact it was an intruder — though he doubts it. You were revered so highly that he was sure even if you leave one single possession of yours out in the open, people would stray from it and build a shrine around it instead.

His tensed shoulders immediately dropped the moment he heard the familiar clicks the heels of your boots made against the hard floor of your home (‘Our home’, you’d correct him with a grin that could melt the cores of his insides).

He walked out of your shared room and took it upon himself to greet you in his own way. Only that when he did, he was met by you, who sluggishly leaned against the wall, diverting from your usual entrances upon your return from work.

“…You look terrible,” his tongue acted quick and Kunikuzushi desperately wished this fell into the line of those give and take moments the couples he met spoke of. Though the voice at the back of his head knew better.

Your eyes which held many stars in them that he refused to believe in before dimly glowed and it simply did not sit right with him. He hated the way you looked right now, eyes desolate of that spark that everyone including him admired you for.

“Ah… Kunikuzushi…” he also hated the way even with the crippling exhaustion you obviously had in your system, you still managed to muster a smile so filled with love just for him. “Sorry, I actually intended to surprise you yesterday.”

He cocked an eyebrow as he regarded your words, “It’s a surprise alright.”

“Haah… I should hope you let this one slide. I’ll try to surprise you tomorrow.”

“Spare me the torture,” he scoffed as he walked his way towards you, hands immediately latched onto yours as he pulled you inside your home effortlessly. “Have you eaten?”

He was glad he was built different or he would’ve toppled over with the way your frame slumped onto his for support. Slowly, his hands made its way to your back to support your weight.

“Hunger and sustenance is a societal construct that I wish to defy in my waking days.”

“Those waking days of yours will be long gone if you don’t cave into that societal construct. You’re not like me, [Name]. You need food.”

Your words were barely coherent at that point, “Can it wait until tomorrow? I haven’t eaten for two days at best. I will be alright.”

Poor Kunikuzushi could only balk at your words, completely baffled at your nonchalance of it even. He was quite sure that floating insect beside the traveler could barely go an hour without food, how in the many worlds were you even able to stand and comprehend things without food for two days?

And somehow you could read his mind. Effortlessly, you rose from his grip as new bouts of energy flooded through your system. Truly, being with him gave you the only strength you needed.

“I can go on for days without food, love. Though it definitely has diminished my independence from it. I should say, your delicacies are to blame.”

And despite his words earlier, you really were sometimes like him, unable to hold yourself accountable for the mundane things, always blaming him like how he blames you. For all the things that mean so little — like the way you smile and its correlation to the sudden giddiness he feels or the way he suddenly feels breathless with every graze of your skin against his.

Was this yet another situation of giving and taking?

Lost in his mind, Kunikuzushi barely processed how you pulled him with you into your shared room. And all of a sudden, he was faced with a brighter room. The walls were more saturated with color and he could not help but see the way the entire room managed to make you look so much better.

He almost felt his throat clog up at the way you led him in, and he couldn’t protest and only stepped inside. He has been practicing the many ways of submission in personality with Nahida, especially when she said it could greatly help his interactions with you. And while he refused to admit his need for help, even he himself could not deny it.

Kunikuzushi wanted to be better. Better for you and him and the seeds coming in bloom with every single moment you spend together.

“Love, do you mind?”

Suddenly he was pulled back into reality from his fantasies of you — completely not an unwelcome sensation as he gets to be with the real you instead of the you that lives in his head relentlessly.

Out of habit, his eyebrows furrowed, nose scrunched up, “Mind what?”

“Help me?” There was a spark of plea in your eyes and Kunikuzushi couldn’t fathom what you were asking for him. Only then did it become clear when you opted to spread your arms for him, letting your coat to the floor as another look from you beckoned him to come closer, “Undress me?” You finally asked.

Kunikuzushi wished he got your request before you could even voice it. With your sharp wit, you can connect the dots between your request and the way his face suddenly bloomed into a nice shade of flustered red.

How annoying.

He huffed yet complied, like always. He headed over to you and slowly unfastened the cape clasps that held the thick fabric you had. Honestly, why bother with the cape when you have a thick coat? A question he once had for you, only to be met with laughter for an answer.

(“It’s a fashion statement, love!” You would say so jovially, to which he would roll his eyes at.)

As soon as the clasp was done, he let the heavy cape fall down on the ground, adoring the way your suit just seemed to hug your figure despite being the outer layer of your grand clothing.

Subtly, his fingers traced against the embroidered patterns on your suit, often you told him that they told the stories of your sacred family, of the trials and tribulations you had to face before you were the man everyone adored. And somehow, Kunikuzushi could see it — how he only wishes you both had met sooner, so both of you wouldn’t have to face the scars you both now have.

He unbuttoned your suit with care, each button now he sees clearly, each had an insignia of your family, quite unfamiliar to his eyes but the closest he could describe it was a legless dragon with ruby red eyes.

“You know, one of these buttons I intend to replace with your mark embossed on them,” you suddenly claim and Kunikuzushi could see and feel the way his hands trembled against the last button.

He remained silent while you went on, “It’s a symbol of everlasting promise between family, friends, lovers.”

Off were the pesky suit and came on your waistcoat, plain in contrast to your grand suit. He was slowly stripping you of your clothing as you did with his dignity. Still, he persisted with sudden determination, and if he survives this, he can deem himself the strongest version of his self.

The waistcoat was off with less difficulty and he was tasked with yet another harrowing set of buttons from your dress shirt. How on earth do you survive with this much layers? This is all too concerning. Kunikuzushi really ought to see your world for himself.

The way you laughed prodded something at him as he hurriedly took off your dress shirt and was ultimately faced with the last two layers.

And suddenly Kunikuzushi felt as though the curtains should have been drawn to a close. Suddenly, he thought the way you looked was too good for anyone but him to see.

Underneath all that, you wore the one thing that did all the work for your back support — a corset snug and tight against your torso and under that was a white sleeveless top almost rivaling his black body suit with the way it seemed to cling onto you with no hopes of being pried (much like him on special nights).

He frowned and glared ahead of you, checking if there was any unsuspecting passerby that could see you through the bedroom window.

“Kuni,” you cooed so sweetly and his eyes were back on you. “Pay no mind to the rest. I’d like to have your eyes on me.”

Kuni scoffed, “I’m just checking. I don’t want anyone else seeing you in your most indecent form, you have a reputation to uphold.” His words were hollow and both you and him knew it was just a mere excuse, but you did little to refute it.

You always loved the way he would get possessive over you. And you yearned for his want for you just as much as he yearned for your attention on him.

“Worry little, beloved. I’d rather them see you and I like this than anything.”

“Shameless bastard,” Kunikuzushi hissed through his lips that you could see trembling.

You ignored the way he spat his words and only laughed, this time giving him your service.

His breath hitched as he felt your hands through his clothes, his tucked in robes slowly loosening as you slid them off his shoulders, exposing his flawless and creamy skin against the cold air of the room.

Your touch burned and it was addicting. Your fingertips lingering against the skin of his shoulder, the way you slowly caged him in your form, untucking the robes from his shorts to finally take it away. And unlike him you took care of his pristine clothes, taking it in your arms instead of letting it fall to the floor.

Kunikuzushi felt bare, not just because your actions but the way you made him feel. All of a sudden he felt seen — gazed at with so much love that he was deprived of and he could feel the trust that he knows you won’t betray any time sooner, or ever. After losing so much of himself, suddenly you came along to bring a piece of him back, except it was a piece of him that he can cherish and appreciate and truly love.

You were like the vision he received, taking the form of a god— no, a human.

Both of you were extraordinary in your own ways. You were an otherworldly being revered as a god and he was a puppet made for a god and to be one, yet this moment made you feel both so human, so fragile, and so, so soft.

He suddenly took note of the way your arms snaked into his tiny waist and the way he caved into your form, closing what little gap you two had before.

The way your skin grazed his made him feel tingly and he felt breathless for the nth time today. He swears he doesn’t have a heart, but suddenly his ears were ringing from the blood rush from his suddenly thudding chest, he swears he can’t feel anything but suddenly he was overcome with nothing but warmth and need, and he swears he could never find himself trusting you but suddenly he was pressed up against your body into complete submission.

Kunikuzushi loved you so much and he could only hope you were feeling what he was feeling in this very moment.

And maybe again, it was because he was learning to be better for you that the fates— no, that you answered his unspoken pleas this time.

You tilted his chin up with a hand so gentle and gave him a small smile that was so sweet. He couldn’t bring himself to return it, but the way his eyes screamed with so much want so earnestly was enough to give you the affirmation of how much he loved you.

You were courteous enough to lean in and press your lips against his and he quickly returned it, his arms finding their way around your shoulders. He kissed back like he needed you and you couldn’t have asked for more. Elation flooded through your veins. You my have brightened the room, but Kunikuzushi gave the warmth in it with his endearing subtlety in romancing you.

To give and to take — such a confusing concept; and yet this one, Kunikuzushi does so with ease when you’re around.

#genshin impact x male reader #scaramouche x male reader #kunikuzushi x male reader #wanderer x male reader #jhuzen’s stupid one shots

[aonungyoufuck]

Runaway {Part 7}

Runaway Masterlist

DNI/BYF

Synopsis: You finally find your spirit sister. And Ronal has a talk with you.

//this is pretty short. But the other chapter is gonna be like angst + long chapter. So There's that to look forward too

You waited. Holding your breath. Feeling like a kid being scolded for letting your brothers get in trouble. Something along those lines. 

“Y/n”

You lowered your ears waiting. 

“As you know the Tulkun will arrive soon. And since you’ve done such a great job in your training. We decided to gift you this” 

You let go of the breath you were holding. Watching as they handed you a spear and a new knife. You would only stare at the detail that was engraved into the spear handle. The Knife had a nice hue of blue, transparent and delicate. Not having a single scratch on it. 

“I” You stuttered, shifting your gaze to Ao’nung. Who only gave you a shrug. 

You had thought you were in deep waters now. But you just watched the gifts sparkle. Like water and like that of the stars. 

You turned to look behind you. Your parents are smiling proudly.  Clearly you were missing something. “Happy Birthday Y/n” 

You gasped. Have you really forgotten your own birthday? Did you really forget that it was today?

“I uh. Thank you!” You nodded. Taking the gifts in hand. Your old knife had long been cracked and scratched. You hadn’t really put much thought to it but it was worse for wear. You figured you could use a new spare knife. 

“The Tulkun! They have Returned” Roxto butted into the Marui. You only laughed as you watched him get smacked at the shoulder. No doubt by Kiri. 

“The Tulkun!” Tsireya couldn’t wait. Didn't even say goodbye as she went to go and announce. You smiled at your parents. Finally This could be it. This could be the time. 

You were guided out. Holding your father’s hand in your own. As you were lead out of the pod. You had watched this once before. But it never ceased to take your breath away. Watching everyone go. You stayed behind. Looking at Ronal. 

“Are you going to go too?”

You watched her face. You knew things were different. But you still thought to ask. 

“No… not yet at least. But please go. Seek any and your sister will call to you too”  

You nodded. Quickly heading to your Family Marui leaving your gifts there before calling to your Ilu. Feeling the water again after your mind being clouded felt nice. 

You watched as everyone around you had found their spirit siblings. Smile forming on your features as you continue to look. 

And then it happened. Deep in your core you heard a deep sigh and you looked. Eyes searching, before landing on a Tulkun. Farther down than most. And by the looks of it old. Older than all the other ones. 

You didnt wait to think about how deep this tulkun was. You just headed down and signed

‘Hello’ 

It watched you. 

‘Are you okay dear?’

‘I am alright. I am just old’

‘I am sorry’

‘What is your name my dear?’

You smiled, biting your lip as you introduced yourself . And she in turn. 

‘Where is your spirit sister’ Umiri Asked you. 

‘ I do not have one’ You let go of your breathe suddenly realizing how far down you were. And she seemed to realize this too. Gently nudging you as you finally broke the surface. Gasping for air and letting out some coughs. Making everyone turn to you. 

It finally seemed that the elder Tulkun had finally found a sister in you. 

“Thank you” You signed laughing a little as you coughed a final time. 

If this is what they meant in feeling this bond burn your lungs and want to hug someone close. It was the best damn feeling. 

The Quiet cheers. The little music begins. You had finally done it. You have finished it all. You are Metkayina now. 

‘Thank you’ you signed letting Umiri carry you as you basked in the sun. 

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“Eywa has blessed us with a Fine new Warrior. You are Metkayina now Y/n” Tonowari spoke. Welcoming you to the celebrations that was now being held in your honor. 

You could not be happier. That it had finally happened. You had hoped that it would all be back home of course. But whatever you could get. 

Dancing made your heart soar. Your spirit had been lifted. You could get use to this high. 

You had danced with all your family.  Them happily congratulating you. Finally Speaking to Neteyam one on one. 

“I am happy Sister.”

“ I am too” You smiled finally sitting down letting your feet rest a bit. 

“Im Glad your alive” 

“I am too” 

Neteyam held your hand in his. He honestly hadn’t been able to touch you in any sense given the last time he did you were ice cold. He was afraid that if he did he would wake up and it all would have been a dream. That you were dead and that things had not gone how he wanted to. 

“Now look at you. Pretty soon id follow in your foot steps” 

“Yes i do hope” You looked at him and then the crowd. “Anyone you have your eyes on?”

“Not particularly yet” He admitted letting you go. “And what about Ao’nung?”

You only smacked him on the hand. “Be quiet. I would prefer not to get into trouble you know”

“I am serious However. Have you talked to mom and Dad about it?”

“Well no..”

“Well you better. Because it seems Ao’nung is talking to his” 

You turned to look. His gaze had long left you as he talked to his mother and father. You saw Tonowari’s weary expression as Ronal Gently scold him. You couldn't make it out from where you were. But you watch Ao’nung’s expression fall as she whispers something to him. Turning his attention to his little brother. 

Quickly as it happened you turned your head away as you saw Ronal’s Angry expression. Soothing as she composed yourself. 

You bit your tongue hoping that if anything. Everything would be okay. 

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“I Trusted you Y/n. I had faith in you and i let you in to my family” 

You could only choke down some sobs. After the entire thing Ronal had decided to speak with you. Excusing your family and her own. It was just you two

And for once you never truly felt alone until now. 

“I am sorry my Tsahik”

“You are a clever girl. You are smart and brave. But you are not what  i would approved as the next Tsahik” 

You nodded. Tightening your fists as you saw her circle you. It was as if a large predator had cornered you. And at this moment you wish to take it all back. You valued Ronal’s opinion. She had been the one to see you first before anyone else including your own family. 

You Should have build this relationship up some more. Make Ronal see your value. But instead You got close to her without telling her about the harboring feelings you had for her son and he in turn. 

You understood why she felt betrayed. 

“ I dont want you near my Family anymore Y/n. For i have been merciful on your family for the chaos you all have brought into my own” 

You nodded. Letting the tears slip. Before opening your mouth. 

“ I will i will… but please do not punish my family for my actions. I swear. I swear ill stay away but have mercy on them please” 

You watched her glare ease but never really went away

“Be gone from this Marui. And dont speak to Ao’nung again. I will talk to him tonight. I dont want to know that you two been together. Understood” 

You nodded rapidly. Her claws sinking into you some more before letting you go. 

You swore this hurt so much more than the bullet you had taken for your brother.

You ran so far and so quickly into your family Marui that you didn’t bother to bid them goodnight. 

Who would have thought the best moment of your life. Would also be the very worst.

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[arc-misadventures]

New Family Dynamics

Willow: Hmm, hmm, hmm~!

Winter: Hello, Mother.

Willow: Huw?! Oh, hello, Winter. You startled me.

Winter: My apologies…

Willow: …?

Willow: Is something wrong, dear?

Winter: Mother… How are you dealing with… all of this…?

Willow: This?

Winter: This new family dynamic?

Willow: Ahh… Well… for the most part I am happy. For the first time in years I can feel genuinely happy.

Winter: You feel happy?

Willow: Yes, inmeasurably so. No more hiding my feelings behind a bottle, being surrounded by those that care little for me, and having a husband that married me for my family’s company, a man who married me for money. You ran from the family, Winter, you managed to get out, and free yourself from our horrible family. I, and the rest of your siblings are still trapped there, in that house, trapped with that monster. Here I am free, here I am happy.

Winter: Do they really make you feel that happy, Mother?

Willow: Well, when it comes to the, Arc’s compared to, Jacques: Would your rather be embraced with a hug, or a slap?

Winter: What?! Has father slap you?!

Willow: Yes… Several times at that… I suppose that is another reason why I went to the bottle…

Winter: I-I didn’t know…

Willow: Well… I didn’t want you to know. You were only a child at the time. Perhaps if I let someone know…

Winter: I’m sorry that happened, I didn’t know this was happening…

Willow: You were already gone by the time he first hit me. You weren’t there on, Weiss’s tenth birthday where he told me he married me for our families legacy, he never loved me, he just wanted money, and power.

Winter: I… I didn’t know…

Willow: Of course not; I never told you any of this.

Winter: I just thought that you… that you didn’t love us. That you didn’t care about us anymore.

Willow: No! Nononono… It was never like that, Winter. I just… couldn’t do anything, and I had no idea how to handle it. I married a man that I thought who loved me, and he gave me two beautiful children. But, even that he seemingly stole from me…

Winter: Stole them? Jacques didn’t steal, Weiss, and Whitely from you.

Willow: Well, not, Weiss, I have more, or less pushed her away from me. Whitely however, I fear he is becoming a mini version of his father. So long as, Jacques is near him I fear I will lose him forever.

Winter: Do you… Do you have any ideas on how to get him back?

Willow: I have been thinking about that since I came here. I want the family life, Juniper, and Acheius have with their family: Being so open, and capable of expressing their love for one another. And, to do that, I have to remove, Jacques Gelé from the, SDC. Permanently.

Winter: Y-You’re not referring to… Killing him?

Willow: That would be the quick, and the efficient route to take. But, I wouldn’t do that… I want to crush him, to kick him out of the family, to leave him destitute, and penniless, to slowly die as the bitter worthless bastard that he is out in the cold of wastelands of, Mantle.

Winter: Oh… That is the better route to take.

Willow: It is; I have a few ideas on how to get the ball rolling, but his taint runs deep. It will not be an easy feat to accomplish. I have mentioned this to, Juniper before, and she been offering me a rather odd bit of advice. Care to hear it?

Winter: What is it?

Willow: Sic, Jaune after him.

Winter: Jaune? Why did they recommended that you should sic my little brother after him?

Willow: Little brother? D-Do you see, Jaune as your little brother?

Winter: D-Did I really just say that?

Willow: You did.

Winter: I just said it without even thinking… I guess I do see him as my little brother. Huw… Isn’t that something.

Willow: What about the girls; Do you see them as your sisters?

Winter: …

Winter: Yes… Yes I do.

Willow: That’s wonderful to hear, Winter. I’m glad you can see those kids, as your siblings. Now, as for, Jaune being sic on, Jacques. They only said this: ‘That smile hides a devious mind.’ I… I don’t understand what they mean by that.

Winter: Hmm… I’ve been sticking around the twins a lot since we got here. And, Jeanne challenged me to a game of chess, she is quite good at chess, we managed to settle for a nice win/loss ratio. 5/4, my favour. But, Jaune… Jaune beat me flawlessly for all nine rounds we played.

Willow: Little upset that your little brother showed you up?

Winter: No…

Willow: Oh really now?

Winter: Okay I am! I have never been so thoroughly beaten before in all my life! It’s so frustrating! And, he was playing blindfold chess on top of it?!

Willow: Blindfold chess? He can play chess like that?!

Winter: They both can! But, Jaune is so much more better at it! He beat me in seventeen moves, seventeen moves!

Willow: Well, It seems like your having fun bonding with your new siblings~!

Winter: The two are really sweet to be around. But, they are quite devious, especially, Jaune. Together they are a menace, on their own. Well, if you messed with, Jeanne, she would shove your head through a wall. If you messed with, Jaune though; Well he would spike your drink with laxatives, lock the door to the bathroom, and by the time you finally manage to get unlock the door, he smashed the toilet to bits.

Willow: R-Really?

Winter: Yes, Jaune is quite… Vindictive…

Willow: Well, if that’s how he fights, he might be able to deal with, Jacques quite swiftly… and, brutally…

Winter: Quite so. I can see why your so happy now, Mom… They make me feel quite happy to. Jeanne’s actually coming with us to, Atlas when we leave.

Willow: Really, why is she?

Winter: Well, Jaune is leaving soon to, Vale for an internship. So, Jeanne is coming with me to, Atlas where she will be my protégé for a few years. She will be training with me to become a, Huntress. I’m looking forward to it actually.

Willow: I’m happy to hear that. Coming here to be with the, Arc’s… Makes me wish I told them years ago I was pregnant with you. Acheius would have stolen me away, and brought me here, and made me his second wife. Where would have raised a large family together. I would be so happy together with them.

Winter: Yeah… Speaking of having a large family… You’re not… You’re not planning on giving me a little sibling any time soon, are you?

Willow: Oh, Winter. Nothing like that is happening. You don’t have to worry about that.

Winter: Mom… I know you’ve been sleeping with the, Juniper, and Dad.

Willow: …

Willow: Eh…?

Winter: We can all hear the three of you going at it.

Willow: Beg pardon…?

Winter: We’ve been camping in the woods because the three of you are so loud for the past week.

Willow: W-We’re that loud…?

Winter: So… Yeah. Are you really not planning on giving me a new sibling?

Willow: …

Willow: Well no… But, if another happy little accident happened; Would you be upset if that happened?

Winter: …

Winter: I wouldn’t be upset…

Willow: Oh… That’s great to hear!

Winter: I just hope I win the betting pool they set up though.

Willow: B-Betting pool? What betting pool?!

#rwby #jaune arc #jeanne arc #juniper arc #acheius arc #jacques schnee #weiss schnee #winter schnee

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₊❏❜ ⋮ And Then There Were Three

Kinktober Day #5

Prompt: Double Penetration Characters: Atsumu Miya, Osamu Miya This Work Contains: fem!reader, birthday sex, threesome, unprotected sex, creampie, double penetration, spitroasting, reader is confused at first but then goes "fuck it" WC: 1,085 Note: happy birthday to one of my now fave pairs of twins! i love them and i couldn't resist making something for them :') also this is my first time writing a threesome let alone a prompt of it and i tried my best? idk y'all but please know i tried despite the stage fright lol Taglist: @enchantedforest-network, @saintkuboyasu-main, @nekorei, @oikasenpai, @kenuis, @arlertsbaby, @awkwardaardvarkforever

“Happy Birthday!” you cheered, holding out a small cake to your dear friends. Today was now the twins’ birthday and you wanted to spend some time with your friends alone a little after midnight before you all were going to celebrate with your old friends later on. And what better way to celebrate than to bake them a small cake? Granted, knowing Osamu, he would eat way more than his other half. And there was a chance that it would lead to the twins fighting, but you wouldn’t change it for anything. 

They were your best friends, you treasured them so much beyond words.

Said friends were currently munching on the cake you made for them, enjoying it all the while you were totally unaware of what they had in store for you soon. Had you known much sooner, you would’ve been much more excited for what Atsumu and Osamu had planned for you.

“I hope you’d forgive me later for not buying you two presents, I wasn’t sure what to get you this year,” you said, chuckling sheepishly as you picked up the plates to wash up. 

“Don’t worry ‘bout it, the cake was great! Even though this dumbass,” Atsumu began, glaring at his twin, “tried to eat it all. Seriously, if anythin’', I should eat more! I’m the older one! Older sibling rights!” He exclaimed.

“Cry about it, ya scrub,” Osamu scoffed back. 

‘Some things never change…’ you mused, smiling softly. 

As you turned your back to wash up the dishes, you were unaware of the look the twins shared with each other as they quietly got up and began to zero in on you. Getting that feeling that someone was watching you, you turned around and were surprised to see both Miya twins staring down at you with unreadable expressions. 

You laughed as you finished up, thinking they were up to their usual troubles. “Okay very funny, what are you guys up to?” You asked. They didn’t respond, though you saw a smirk slowly grow on Atsumu’s face. You gulped, that look on his face meant that they were really up to no good. 

“Say, Samu?” “Yeah, Tsumu?” You watched them turn and talk to each other, it made you start to worry a bit. 

“She said that she didn’t know what to get us for our birthday today, but I think we ‘ave an idea, right?” Atsumu said, moving closer to you, cornering you against the sink. 

As if reading his mind, Osamu nodded before turning to you. "Agreed," he said, before moving to corner you too. You began to feel almost trapped between them.

“Ha ha… you two and your jokes,” you tried to laugh it off as you tried to sidestep away from them, only to have Osamu stop you with a hand on your hip. You froze, unsure what to think. 

“Now, now, don’t be afraid. We have an idea on how you can repay us for takin’ the time to celebrate our special day, right?” Atsumu stated, placing a finger under your chin and making you look up at him. “We’ll stop this if ya want, but really, we’ll consider this a present from ya.”

And whenever Atsumu does something, there was a chance that Osamu was gonna follow after him and now was one of those times. The latter chose to walk behind you and wrap his arms around your waist, resting his head on your shoulder. You couldn’t see his reaction, but you still felt a stare down your body. He wanted this just as much as his brother did.

Taking a deep breath, you nodded. “Yes, I want this.” And that was all the confirmation the Miyas needed. They took your hands and led you to your bedroom, excitement swirling inside all three of you for what was going to happen.

That was how you found yourself between both of the twins, feeling like you were in heaven, one was holding your hips tightly enough to nearly leave bruises as he thrusted into you from behind while the other was holding onto your hair as you sucked him off.   

"Fuck- I think I want another after this," Atsumu chuckled, staring down at you with a lustful gaze in his eyes. As if you were responding to them, you sucked on Atsumu’s cock harder while humming as you pushed back against Osamu’s thrusts. The former only moaned from that as his twin simply tightened his grip on your hips. 

“So good fer us… and you were sad that you couldn’t get a birthday gift for us, but I’d say that this is the best one yet,” Osamu said while grinding into you. He took a hold of your asscheek and began squeezing it.

‘Oh, they liked that,’ you thought, before giving all of your focus to pleasuring them. The twins seemed to think the same as they increased the pace of their thrusts along with Osamu teasing your clit. The pleasure doubling was becoming too much but yet it felt so right at the same time, like this was meant to be.

The pleasure didn’t stop when Osamu came inside of you and filled you up completely. All the while his older twin spilled down your throat, forcing you to take it all. 

The pleasure didn’t stop when they switched places after you came, Atsumu taking his brother’s place but now he was under you and held you close to him while Osamu slowly filled your ass. Now this was definitely too much, having it way more than you were used to and your legs couldn’t help but tremble as you felt full as you once again felt your sweet spot being rammed into.  

And the pleasure especially didn’t stop when the twins took turns thrusting into you. One went out while the other went in. Yes, it was indeed a lot and possibly way more than you could ever handle, but you couldn’t help but let all of your moans spill out. They surely weren’t going any easier on you now that they had you like this… just as they had wanted for a long time.

Oh yes, this was the best birthday present you could’ve ever given them.

#candy uploads 🍭 #kinktober #kinktober 2023 #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #atsumu miya #miya atsumu x reader #miya atsumu #atsumu miya x reader #osamu miya #osamu miya x reader #miya osamu #miya osamu x reader #lemon pastries 🥐

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Cat in a Box

@hachiibun happy birthday!!! i hope i'm not too late to it shdflkjsldfs.

here's a 1.8k words long Lyney fic ft. various hcs

Aether silently stood leaning over Lyney’s shoulder as the magician went through the process of loosely explaining his newest trick.

“Now, I can’t tell you everything, of course-” Lyney said, tapping on the side of the magic box they were standing in front of. “But this box here is going to be somewhat of the main event for the show tonight.” 

“Boxes again?” Aether asked, “This is like, the third time you’ve used one. Is it like your cat instincts jumping out?” 

“My ca- I’m afraid you must be mistaken, Traveler.” Lyney laughed, “It’s only Lynette who got the cat genes. Although, I suppose I have been called cat-like by some people… in the mysterious and charming way, of course.” 

Aether rolled his eyes, wishing that Lynette was here at the moment, knowing that she at least would give a more truthful answer. But, she was currently off in one of the side rooms of the Opera House with Paimon, indulging in some sweets, and Aether didn’t feel like interrupting the two of them for something so minor. 

“So.” He said instead, “What exactly is so different about this box?” 

“Well you see, I’m going to change my dear sister Lynette, into a charming little bunny.” 

Aether blinked slowly. Then, he shifted, leaning against the door of the box slightly. 

“A bunny.” He deadpanned, “...Now that I think about it, despite it being one of the most well known tricks, to the point that I know it, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you do a trick with a bunny. Do you- do you even have a bunny?” 

“Why of course!” Lyney gave an overdramatic little bow, gesturing for Aether to move out of the way, before dramatically knocking three times on the box’s door. On the third knock, Aether could hear a slight thump, and when Lyney opened the door- 

There was a small black bunny sitting on the floor of the box. 

“Traveler, allow me to introduce you to Lapin.” Lyney said, moving out of the way as the Traveler stepped into the box, bending down to gently pick the bunny up. “Ah, but don’t tell Paimon or Lynette about him. This is going to be a surprise for my siblings as well.” 

“So Lynette doesn’t know that you’re going to ‘turn her into a bunny’ then?” Aether asked,gently petting Lapin and pushing himself up against the wall of the box as Lyney subconsciously stepped in as well in order to speak face to face. There was barely enough room for the both of them to stand in the box without brushing together. “Why wouldn’t you tell her-” 

Aether’s question was cut off by the sound of a click- and they both tensed, but neither of them was fast enough to react as the door to the box swung closed. 

Aether’s elemental vision activated automatically, acting almost like night vision. It was through this that he only just barely caught the brief flash of panic on Lyney’s face. 

“Well!” Lyney’s voice held an amount of practiced calm to it that, if Aether didn’t know better, he wouldn’t even realize was faked. “This is certainly unexpected.” 

“...Can you get us out?” Aether asked, tilting his head slightly as Lyney’s nose twitched. 

“Welllll… no. There is, unfortunately, no switch on the inside of this box! There is a failsafe though, it should open on it’s own in about ten minutes.” 

And, well, Aether was pretty sure that was a bold-faced lie, considering he was quite certain he could feel what seemed like a switch or other sort of mechanism pressed up against the center of his back. It was in a position he couldn’t quite reach on his own, especially with a bunny in his arms, but Lyney would only have to just reach around him… 

Maybe he didn’t want to get too close? Now that he was staring, it did seem like Lyney was pressed as close against his side of the box as he could be, slightly tensed up. It had never really seemed like Lyney had much problems with physical touch before, but maybe this was just a bit too much. 

Still though… 

“We could just call for Lynette and Paimon to get us out.” Aether suggested, “I’m sure they’d hear us if we yelled, this place isn’t that big, and the sounds from the stage echo everywhere-” 

“There’s no need for that.” Lyney sounded slightly breathless, which was strange, considering they were doing no physical activity at all. “Lynette isn’t meant to know about our little friend Lapin here anyways, remember?” 

“And why is tha-” Aether stopped himself mid-sentence, watching as Lyney’s expression twisted slightly- which was strange. Lyney didn’t normally allow so many different facial expressions to slip through his mask. Albeit… he might not know that Aether could see him right now, the box would be pretty dark for the average person after all. “...Are you okay?” 

Almost instantly, the strange expression vanished from Lyney’s face, replaced with his usual calm and collected composure, but still, Aether couldn’t help but feel like there was something slightly off. 

“Perfectly fine as always!” Lyney said. Aether narrowed his eyes in suspicion, lightly scritching at Lapin’s head as he thought- 

Only to be startled as, without any pre-warning, Lyney suddenly jerked his head to the side, hat sliding slightly askew as he half stifled a sneeze. 

“Heh’KSh-!!” The half-stifle was extremely ineffective at preventing the other side effects that happened to come with a vision user sneezing, the entire box briefly lighting up with tiny sparks of pyro. But that wasn’t what surprised Aether the most. 

No, that honor went to the cat ears and tail that suddenly and mysteriously appeared on Lyney’s body. 

“Oh darn…” Lyney muttered, before clearing his throat. “Apologies, that kind of snuck up on me.” 

…Should Aether ask about the ears? Would that be rude? It was clearly something that Lyney wanted to hide. 

Aether didn’t get the chance to ask, as the next moment, Lyney’s expression twisted, and he was jolting to the side with another failed half-stifle, the box lighting up with pyro sparks one again. One of said sparks lightly brushed up against Aether’s cheek, and he quietly hissed at the slight sting. Lyney muttered a quiet apology under his breath, holding one finger against his nose. 

Right. Random cat ear generation aside, something told Aether that Lyney’s sneezing was not going to stop anytime soon, and Aether would rather get out of the box before he got burned, thank you very much. 

“Lyney.” Aether said, watching as Lyney quietly sniffled, suddenly looking slightly nervous. 

“Yes, Traveler?” 

“I know the switch thing was a lie. I can feel it up against my back.” Aether deadpanned, and, for some reason, Lyney almost seemed to… relax? Strange. “So hurry up and get over here and get us out before you end up burning one of us.”

Ah, and Lyney was tense again. 

“Oh, right.” One of Lyney’s cat ears twitched, and it took all of Aether’s strength to bite his tongue and keep himself from commenting on it. Slowly, Lyney moved closer, until they were almost face to face, his hands moving to reach behind Aether’s back to find the mechanism. Lapin seemed curious about the new proximity, the bunny’s ears twitching. Lyney slightly twisted his face away from it. “Sorry, it’s slightly more complicated than a simple switch, it might- might take me a momen- hH-” 

It was with near-lightening speed that Aether’s hand shot up, pinching Lyney’s nose shut. Based on Lyney’s past two attempts at stifling, this was not going to end well if the magician was left on his own, and Aether was not going to get burned today, thank you. 

Lyney almost seemed startled for a second, but the sudden action was clearly not enough to chase the urge to sneeze away. 

“Hih’NKsh!” There was no sparks this time, but based on the way Lyney’s breath continued to audibly hitch afterwards, his cat ears pressed back against his head, and how, through his glove, Aether could feel Lyney’s nose twitch, Aether could tell this wouldn’t be the last sneeze. “Tr-Traveler, wh-hIh- what-” 

“Just focus on getting the door open.” Aether said. Lyney seemed to follow that instruction, Aether could just barely make out the sensation of the magician’s hands moving behind his back, surprisingly steady even as Lyney’s hitching breaths turned desperate. 

“Hehh…hh…hiHH–!” Lyney seemed to only just barely choke back a sneeze. Aether rolled his eyes. What, was he embarrassed about sneezing into Aether’s hand, now? 

He was just about to tell Lyney that he was being ridiculous when there was a resounding click, the door of the box swinging back open. 

Wasting practically no time, Lyney forcibly pulled himself away from Aether’s grip, rushing out of the box. Aether followed behind him at a much slower pace, wiping his hand off on his clothes before going back to gently petting Lapin, but he still was just in time to see as Lyney finally succumbed to whatever itch had overtaken him. 

“Hi’KISHiew!!” Bright sparks appeared around him, some small outright flames appearing as well as Lyney’s hat outright fell off this time from the force of him doubling over, the sound of it hitting the stage covered up by the sound of Lyney’s fit. “Heh’SHii! H’EKShiew!!” 

“Lyney.” The sound of Lynette’s deadpan voice made both Aether and Lyney jump, Lyney forcing himself back upright to face her. She did not look impressed. 

“Ah- Ly-Lynette- hIH-hEH’KSHiu!!” Lyney doubled over with another sneeze, fit clearly not done. “Hh’ISHkiew!!” 

“So.” Lynette said, her hands on her hips, tail swinging back and forth in disapproval. “The little guy over here in Aether’s arms is the reason you’ve been sneezing your head off the last few nights.” 

Lyney was too busy doubling over with another sneeze to give a response, and Aether blinked down at the bunny that was snuggled innocently in his arms. 

Oh. So Lyney was allergic to bunnies then. 

…Pinching his nose shut with a hand that was likely covered in bunny fur probably hadn’t helped Lyney’s current condition in the slightest then. 

Well, whatever. Wasn’t like he could do anything to change it now. This information wasn’t even the most shocking thing Aether had learned today. 

Speaking of which… 

“So like, are the cat ears… real?” Aether whispered to Lynette. She blinked slowly in response, before sighing. 

“He just thinks they show too much of his real emotions.” She responded, and Lyney somehow managed to pause mid-hitch to give her a horrified look. 

“Lynette! Do- hIH… don’t tell- tell him tha-hAH- H’KIShiew!! Heh’SHIew!!” 

Lynette sighed, walking over to her brother and grabbing him by the shoulders, starting to lead him off stage. 

“C’mon, let’s go get you cleaned up so that you’re not still sneezing like crazy by the time the show starts.” She said, before looking over her shoulder back at Aether. “Traveler, find someone to take care of that bunny, we’ll find a replacement for tonight’s show.” 

Aether glanced down at the bunny in his arms. Lapin stared silently back. 

Hearing Lyney sneeze again from somewhere offstage, Aether let out a sigh. 

He supposed he could keep the bunny in his teapot for now…

#Gen/shin Imp/act #snz #snz fic #my writing