#clementine stray x reader

[biribaa]

I don't know if you've done this already, but I have short fic prompt! i have been IN LOVE with your yandere stray x s/o scenarios and I just can't help but ask, how would the yandere Outsiders be like in a poly relationship with a human s/o!! I feel like the four of them would know about each other's feelings and would try their best to keep anyone away from their s/o! Probably would have a hard time sharing in the beggining but oh well!!

sorry for the ramble though! thanks for the attention ☆☆

Yandere!Outsiders in a poly relationship with a human!Reader

First poly request, yahoo

TW/CW: Yandere behavior, mentions of death

Oh boy, the mess.

This was all Doc's idea, who came to the conclusion that they, responsible adults, would be responsible and share you! Clementine protested by threatening them all, Momo was desperate to lose you, Zbaltazar was already burdened by all "these idiots"(According to his words) and ended up agreeing with Doc. And after a huuuuge argument, which almost ended in fistfights because of Clementine, everyone agreed to share you.

In the beginning Zbaltazar had the idea of ​​making a routine of which day you will spend with each one, But Doc said that if you want to get used to them all, you'll have to get used to them all at the same time. Another argument ensued and it turned out that Zbaltazar's argument won.

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Momo, being the robot obsessed with you, was desperate to lose you thinking you'd rather be with others, so every second he does his best to make you satisfied.

On Tuesdays Clementine prefers to walk with you on the street, looking at the shops and having a few chats, nothing more than her arm always around your neck.

Doc is one of the most relaxed about the situation, he loves to make you laugh and making you have fun is his job. See how he's ten times better than those idiotic ones? Thinking they might have the right to touch you.

Doc always gives you a kiss at the end of the day to prove he's much kinder than the others :)

Zbaltazar(my beloved) is always speaking romantic words, always talking about your appearance, voice, personality. Always caressing your face so gently to delight you. And never ever let anyone have the nerve to try to talk to you. You are always in his arms :)

Friday is here, Momo is anxious, Clementine is steady, and Zbaltazar and Doc are calm but focused.

If you chose Clementine she would laugh in everyone's face lol

Momo's relief is huge when you choose him, he feels like he can hug you and never let go!

Doc is so happy when you choose him! He gives you such a tight hug and maybe even sets up a wonderful date for the two of you! And of course he sticks his tongue out at everyone, suckers.

Zbaltazar is very affectionate when you choose him, already giving you a kiss to start a new day in his arms while Zbaltazar whispers sweet words. This is much more better than the others, isn't it? Can Momo or Clementine do that for you?

Saturday and Sunday are a mess

With Momo trying to please, Clementine trying to hold you to her while Zbaltazar trying the same with Doc wanting you in his arms all at the same time it turns into chaos.

But after you protest after a fight between them, the four agree that it's much better if they try to work together for your good.

After all, with Clementine and Momo's brutality and Doc and Zbaltazar's plans, they definitely manage to eliminate people who stand in their way.

And here you are, with four companions madly in love with you, how did you get here?

The goofy image of you in a couch with all they together dont leave my head

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[diorkittys]

how to make your robot gf jealous 101 ˚ ♡ ⋆｡ clementine + human! reader

synopsis : “could momo **** you like this?” her voice box warbled, smothered in envy, selfishness. “you think any of the other outsiders could make you fall apart like i can?” she slightly smushed your cheeks; your sweet, pitiful face drenched in those hot tears. “no, clem! o..only you!” pixelized eyes full of possessiveness, and if you didn’t know any better, you’d say she was smirking. “that’s right, baby, only me.”

—TW : smut , fem! reader ( let’s go lesbians!! ) , fem terms , jealous clem ( oh my lord ) , possessiveness , fingering , the knee thing…

maybe it started when momo was being a little too touchy-feel-y towards you. his hand on your shoulder each time you made him laugh; how he hugged you just a second too long when you first walked through the door.

or maybe the first tick was caused by doc’s little pet names for you (as he does for most of his friends)—“oh, doll, you made it!” “whatever you say, hun.” “a fascinating discovery indeed, darling!”

zabaltazar most definitely struck a nerve when his full, undivided attention seemed to be solely on you all night—eyes on you whenever you had a story to tell and with input at the end to let you know he cared. even directing a different bot’s own conversation to focus on you once again.

whichever it was to push some buttons didn’t matter…

“a little bit of a baby? are you forgetting the time you screamed because you saw a rat? you didn’t let any of us leave until we scoured your entire flat to make sure there wasn’t any there!”

momo pouted, leaning back against the couch, “you’d be scared too if you saw one of those… things hanging around your living room!” his foot playfully hitting yours, which you returned by lightly kicking his shin.

momo pouted, leaning back against the couch, “you’d be scared too if you saw one of those… things hanging around your living room!” his foot playfully hitting yours, which you returned by lightly kicking his shin.

“it was a toy! it wasn’t even real!” you laughed, the other two outsiders by your side joining in with you. doc nudged your arm, smiling, “we better go ahead and check again, doll; he’s gonna get all paranoid with this memory resurfaced!”

you laughed harder at the comment, and clementine could’ve sworn she’d seen red in the moment. she hadn’t been amused in the slightest the past twenty minutes. and even with one of her favorite momo stories being told, she just couldn’t stop focusing on every little thing her friends did around you.

“doll,”

doc making you laugh.

zabaltazar not taking his annoying eyes off you.

momo now practically playing footsies with you??

oh, no—no way. this was stopping. now.

“this has been fun,” clem started, mimicking a stretch whilst yawning. everyone’s attention turned to her. “… but we should get going now—i’m sure, my love, here is also pretty tired.”

“but-“ your girlfriend cut you off with a tug of your arm to get you standing, “buuttt we’ll be back tomorrow! sorry to cut this so short!” she wasn’t at all; in fact, a weight lifted from her metal chest as soon as she had the door to baltz’ flat opened.

clem and you waved your goodbyes to the bots left behind—who all shared a question mark on their screens as they glanced between each other. with a slam of the door, you both made your leave (one was more reluctant).

“clem, what was that?” you puzzled, worriedly. though, instead of an answer, the outsider simply led you down the cascade of stairs in the apartment building; your wrist still tightly captured.

“clem? clem, talk to me, please.” as much as you were concerned about her behavior, you were also out of breath; clementine was practically dragging you towards your shared apartment.

and maybe if she opened up she would-

“please, slow down!”

but the notoriously stubborn outsider didn’t say a word, yet she calmed her pace… just by a little. it was enough for you to not have to jog to keep up. you had no doubt in your mind that she wouldn’t be opposed to tugging along your limp body had you lost your footing.

she swung open your flat’s door, giving you a chance to catch your breath as she locked it behind you. you had your hands on your knees, basically gasping for air—you must’ve been going as fast as a car back there, you thought.

and just as you repaired your lungs, standing up straight to turn and face her and say, “clem, what is going-“ your girlfriend pushed you back against the wall, her ‘kiss me’ tattoo right beside your head.

“‘what’s going on’? i don’t know—maybe you should tell me what was going on back there.” your previous words stuck in your throat at clementine’s aggressive tone.

you were trapped between wallpaper and narrowed eyes… and a shift in atmosphere. your mind replayed moments back at zabaltazar’s flat, but at no point could you recall doing anything wrong, really!

“what are you talking about, clem?” you furrowed your brows, trying to compete against her furious expression… although there was an obvious dominant side and you were sinking into your place underneath her gaze.

her voice box let out, what you’ve come to known as, a robotic scoff. and the pixels on her screen half-circled to simulate rolling her eyes.

“don’t play dumb with me—you saw exactly how they were treating you… like they wanted you all to themselves.” clem leaned in and before you could object, she placed a cold finger on your bottom lip to shut you up.

“did you want that too? wanted my friends to all have their way with you?” her voice lowered and she moved her hand down from your mouth, pushing up your shirt to rest on your bare waist; you shuddered at her cold metal.

“of course not, clem! i’m yours!” you held her head in your palms, looking at her with the most sincere expression.

she smiled, but it wasn’t her usual soft upturn of blue pixels she’d normally do when you said something like that. her eyes half-lidded and it seemed more as though you amused her with what you said more than anything. and suddenly, you felt like unbeknownst prey to a hungry lion.

“i know, baby. that’s why i’m gonna have to make you remember that.”

the companion shoved her knee between your legs and you sharply gasped at the unexpected friction. your hands that cupped her facial frame went stiff and eventually moved down to her shoulders to keep yourself stable.

clementine used the hand that was on your waist to push your hips back and forth. each grind against her metal had you lightly panting and at some point you started bucking your hips yourself—completely forgetting how this even started.

“i’m sure those guys would kill to see you like this… it’s too bad they’re not here to do it themselves.” she pushed her knee further into your cunt and watched as your back arched away from the wall.

you shook your head, finding it hard to talk like this, and clementine tilted her screen to mock you, still with that entertained look. “no… m’only want you, clem..”

“is that right? didn’t seem that way when you were practically begging momo to keep touching you.” and with that remembrance, albeit a little over-exaggerated, clementine’s previous annoyance and anger returned.

with an idea laced with malice and spite, she pulled her knee away. hearing you whine, almost whimper, for a piece of her back was something to behold; it certainly sent a wave of electricity through her mainframe, hearing you so needy just for her.

she would never let her friends get a chance to hear it.

“wait—please, don’t stop.”

she shushed you, cupping your chin to look up at her. “you want me?” she quizzed, looking you up and down; god, you already looked a mess… and just from her knee?

you nodded a slightly too frantic ‘yes’ and clem dropped her hand from your face, “then tell me how bad you need me, hm?”

oh, so that’s what it was.

clementine was jealous.

you scolded yourself for not noticing it sooner, as obvious as it was.

your girlfriend felt threatened—she was never any good at sharing. and now you thought back to earlier, how pissed she must’ve been seeing the rest of her group give you so much attention; you wondered how badly she wanted to dismantle the whole party for the way they were treating you.

you could see it all now—her patience slowly dropping with each affectionate action you were given. and a picture of steam visibly wafting from her vents materialized in your mind.

a heat burning between your legs and a guilt for not taking in account clem’s feelings decided that you couldn’t deny her her request—not like you had much of a choice anyways.

your cheeks burned at the bot’s awaiting eyes and clementine reminded you just how badly you wanted her by sneaking a hand to the curve of your ass.

“god, i need you so bad, clem!” you rubbed your legs together, with a little hope she wouldn’t notice (oh, she noticed). “i need you to fuck me—i need you to fuck me like i’m only yours.”

you grabbed at her arm, positioning it to sit on your inner thigh. clementine looked at you as if you were the most pitiful thing there was, and by the desperation in your voice, you probably were.

“i don’t want those guys, baby—i want you… please.”

she squeezed your thigh, a satisfied look in her eyes. “jump up.” is all she said and you knew exactly what she wanted. you used her shoulders for support as you hopped up and hugged your legs around her torso. she held onto the flesh of your ass and set you on the kitchen counter.

“oh, pretty girl, m’ gonna **** you so dumb you’ll forget the names momo, doc, and ******* baltazar.”

and just like she promised, she wasted no time pushing aside your skirt and shoving down your panties. cold, metallic fingers already swiping your slit, ripping a guttural moan from your throat.

you made a compelling case, clementine didn’t hold her jealousy against you. but every time she thought back on your time at the flat, she couldn’t get the image of you being gushed over by her friends out of her head.

now she wished the outsiders were here, standing at the door of her apartment… watching with wide eyes as clementine fucks you so good, you’re chanting her name like a broken record.

“oh, ah! clem!”

yeah, just like that.

the image of you sopping wet on a wooden counter with your companion girlfriend’s fingers rubbing against your cunt was utterly obscene. your pretty, little panties hung at your feet and two arms looped around a robotic neck; clementine’s body situated between your legs to keep you wide open and you were overheating far more than her computer head could ever.

“god, you’re dripping—and just from me. just for me.” she whirled, which was almost like a robotic purr.

your legs were absolutely shaking and you couldn’t keep your mouth from being agape. eyebrows furrowed and eyes closed; there was a sheen of sweat glossing your skin, which clementine has always thought was pretty—like glass (she has no idea why humans do it).

she put a finger underneath your chin, guiding it up for you to face her. “look at me, baby.” she cooed, head tilted with those same lidded pixels and smile—though, she stared at you much more in adoration this time… with a little lace of self-pride.

you were hers, just hers. just her little crybaby with wet, fat tears in your eyes. just her’s to fuck.

and while the other outsiders probably stroked themselves to the thought of you hopped up on a table, crying for them—she got to actually see it.

just her.

clementine just stared at you for a moment, forcing you to stare right back. and she smiled a little wider at the sight of you so desperately trying to keep those little eyelids open for her—because she said to.

and then she stopped.

she stopped her movements, stopped her artificial thumb from circling your clit, stopped her two other fingers from keeping your pussy open.

oh, and you whined. whined at the loss of her.

that picture of her friends watching her fuck you returned. they would be mortified. mortified at seeing you being undone by someone who’s not them. they would beg for a chance to be the ones who make you cry like that.

and she would just glance at them, with a boastful smile.

she stayed like that for too many seconds, you thought. just watching you, watching you squirm to get back that contact.

and then, all at once, she stuffed her large fingers into your puffy cunt, seeing your face contort in pleasure. and she pumped them in and out and in and out.

you were sure her hand was just as wet as you were.

the hotboxed room was filled with lewd squelching noises, noises she wanted more of, and your moans and whimpers.

her’s, her’s, her’s.

not doc’s, not momo’s, not zabaltazar’s.

her’s—clementine’s.

“could momo **** you like this?” her voice box warbled, smothered in envy, selfishness.

“you think any of the other outsiders could make you fall apart like i can?”

oh, god, and how badly you were falling apart—like she broke you down brick by brick until you were nothing but puddy in her big, big hands.

she slightly smushed your cheeks; your sweet, pitiful face drenched in those hot tears.

could you even respond? your voice would definitely be gone the next morning.

“no, clem! o..only you!” you practically cried.

pixelized eyes full of possessiveness, and if you didn’t know any better, you’d say she was smirking.

she laughed, a bitter and mocking laugh.

“that’s right, baby, only me.”

only clementine.

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[nilolol30]

Asking Stray bots you want a baby meme:

Tw: baby

Momo:

Doc:

Clementine:

Blazer:

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helloijg i saw ur post for requests, can u do Momo (Stray) x Reader things? 😁

Definitely! Your my first request ask! Ever! So you get a medal 🥇! :)

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Stray game Momo x gn!human!reader

Summary: b12’s ‘death’ , has sadden your good friend/crush Momo. Mario kart can fix that!

Note: this definitely doesn’t make any sense in canon, and is probably very incorrect from the canon but I think it’s super sweet! :D

This takes place after b12 saves everyone

(Can be read as platonic or romantic, also some very tiny platonic clementine x reader, just being good friends)

(They/them for the reader,this is probably gonna be short. Angst to fluff!)

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“Poor kitty” you said out loud, watch the poor cat cuddle the most likely dead b12, a single tear goes down your face. Doc, standing behind you, walks up to the cat and slowly takes b12. “I think i can fix them..” doc said, the translator on your arm, no longer working. But there was no need for it, since you learned the language long ago. Momo silently watching doc pick up b12, sad. At the fact that b12 died. Sad at the fact that b12 had to sacrifice themselves for the robots. “Hey, it’s alright. Doc said he can probably fix them” you say hopefully, putting a hand on momos shoulder. “I dont…i don’t think I wanna be here anymore.” Momo said sadly, walking away, presumably to his apartment.

You remember, you had a Nintendo. Or found one, it wasn’t really yours. But you do remember it! You quickly leave. With a very small “goodbye” and had left to find it. It was in mid-town, you found it whilst following the cat. You walk around mid-town, watching everyone look at the sky, and realize that there is an outside. It was beautiful, but you had a mission. To get the Nintendo switch and make your friend feel better! You start to run quickly, trying to find the Nintendo. “Looking for this?” You turn around and see clementine, holding the Nintendo. “Clementine! Wait- how did you get here? Weren’t you with doc?” You ask, curiously. “I followed you- that doesn’t matter, just get this to Momo and make him feel better!” Clementine says quickly, handing you the Nintendo.

You grab it, “thanks Clem, I’ll have to repay you some day!” You say whilst running to the slums. “That kids gonna make it far” clementine says smiling. You were already at Momos apartment looking for him, “Momo!” You yell into his apartment, “over here..” you hear him say. You walk to towards him, holding the Nintendo. “Hey…i brought a game we can play,” you say to him, smiling sadly, “it’s a Nintendo, we can play Mario kart!” “Mar-Mario kart..?”

“Yea!” You say cheerfully. You sit down next to him, opening the Nintendo and placing it on tissue box to see the screen, giving the blue controller to him. “ to hop, press R/SR, and to look behind press X/Y” you slowly explain the concept and controls. “Ok, let’s play now!” You said happily, Momo joining in. “Yea!”

The rest is history of Momo beating your a$$ in Mario kart, but it was quite alright, cause the look of happiness on his face/screen was all that mattered…

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[awriterscollective]

fandom. — stray.

pairings. — clementine + reader (familial.)

format. — long story/long one-shot.

warnings. — tw/cw for cryosleep. clementine might be a bit ooc. reader is a human child/pre-teen.

a/n. — haha uhhh,,, honestly couldve been better but i like the concept for it <3. pspspspsps i do take requests for stray, fnaf, and the stanley parable.

if someone told you a couple hundred years ago that youd qualify as one of the last people alive, you wouldve thought they were crazy. you could still remember it too.

all your life youve been cursed. cursed to not feel the warm beams of sunlight against your otherwise cold skin. cursed to never see the stars, moon, or nightsky during a summer night. youd never get to travel, youd never get to go to a petting zoo. you were cursed to live within the same walls of the walled city, the only starlight you getting were the dim lights positioned overtop the slums and midtown.

but you never cared less. you were happy and content with your life in the slums. you were content with the cold air year round, commonly combatting it with warm sweaters and jackets. you were content running through the streets with the other kids, laughing about heaven only knows what, rough housing with the other boys and dressing up in dresses and having tea parties with the other girls. you were content with the many friends you had, always grouping up daily and playing games: tag, duck duck goose, hide and seek, whatever you could find that could entertain you.

you had been content waking up in the morning and getting ready for school and picked up by your group of friends and a couple teenagers nearly daily. you had been content with the school lunches that always lead into an early release home. you had been content with running through the streets with your friends as you all ran home, loudly laughing and making plans for when you would all next meet up. you had been content getting home after a short but fun day at school to see your parents, content to run up to them and hug them as you happily chat about your day, and the plans you had.

you had been content with your life. but now¿ now your life was... different.

you couldnt remember when it first started. people first started wearing masks. then after some people and your friends disappeared, people started quarantining. then the slums felt... barren, devoid of life.

but you could remember what you had thought to be the end of the line; the warmth of your teary-eyed father's forehead against yours, hand pulling away from your arm as he reassured you and himself that itd be fine. he promised you that you wouldnt be alone when you woke up; he promised you hed be there when you woke up. promised you that when you woke up, the two of you would finally see the outside together.

your own eyes were flooding with tears. you were scared and confused as he promised you itd be just like sleeping. you remember hearing his footsteps leave the room, then the sound of the wooden door closing as the pod closed, freezing you within, your body painfully succumbing to an unconscious slumber. you felt cold before you felt numb, your life unwinding behind your eyes.

you shifted uncomfortably in the warm bed you slept in. you had been half asleep since you actually woke up; refusing to wake up, you remained in the warmth of the blanket, stitched up teddy bear being held close to your arms. when you first woke up from the cryosleep, you were about eight. now, from what you could make out, you were either eleven or twelve. thats what felt right to you.

over the few years with the companions that now lived in replacement of the humans, you picked up on your language. although you physically couldnt speak the language, you understood it for the most part: it was similar to morse code. not that you ever learned it, but your father tried to teach you some basic words.

of course, you made errors when mentally translating stuff, it made it easier as you learned it better. your way of communicating was simply writing on a whiteboard; you had made the effort to actually learn the language, anyways.

you heard a familiar series of sounds by the side of your bed, which you translated to “ time to wake up, mini outsider. ” you knew from the tone of the voice that it was clementine. in retaliation, you let out an upset ‘ hrggg... ’ before attempting to shift to face your back to her. that was until the blanket was pulled off of you, the outsider speaking once more. “ {name}, its time to wake up. please¿ ”

begrudgingly, you turned over again to face the companion bot, opening your eyes to look up at her. simply, clementine smiled, watching as you pushed yourself up into a sitting position, reaching your hand up to fix your hair. you were cut short by clementine, who reached over and ruffled your messy hair.

the way you huffed in response and quickly fixed your hair managed to draw what you had figured were just chuckles, you now glancing around before swiping the old whiteboard and marker off of the bedside. clementine watched in curiosity as you quickly wrote something down, erasing a few things to fix your handwriting, then turning it for her to read.

‘ why do i have to wake up so soon¿ do you have something going on¿ ’

clementine nodded, causing you to set the whiteboard and matching marker down on your lap to give your mom clementine your full attention as she spoke up. “ zbaltazar finally sent someone to help me. the little outsider is getting help to get the atomic battery, and then we'll be able to get that train working. ” she informed. it took you a moment before you erased what you previously had, replacing it with another question before flipping it so she could see it.

‘ we're going to the outside¿ ’ she took a moment before nodding, reaching over and resting a hand on your shoulder before speaking again. “ {name}. whatever happens, unless you are specifically told otherwise, you stay here. got it¿ ” you were about to retort with a protest before she spoke again. “ it's for your safety. especially with the sentinels and peacekeepers after me. can you do that, please¿ ”

reluctant, you nodded your head in response, letting out a heavy sigh as she pat your shoulder. “ thank you, kid. ” she pressed her screen against your forehead to imitate a forehead kiss before getting up and stepping out of your room to allow you to get ready for the day.

at some point when you had gone to try and find clementine in the flat, she was gone. you thought it was weird, but hadnt thought anything about it. maybe she was meeting up with someone to achieve the goal. but you quickly realized that was not the case when you spotted peacemakers kicking people out of the residence. of course you knew what clementine wanted you to do, and that was to not go out. but the longer you stayed in the flat, the more on edge you were put.

so you had been getting your backpack together. incase you had to leave the flat. you couldnt risk being shot by a sentinel or caught by a peacekeeper. they scared you. you had been pacing in the main room of the flat when an orange tabby entered the flat, catching you offguard as you instinctively grabbed the closest thing you had that resembled some sort of weapon. that happened to be an umbrella as you looked to the cat.

you spotted the outsiders pin on the vest of the tabby before looking at the drone, who was quick to speak. “ hello ! are you the final outsider clementine was talking about¿ ” it was in english, you were utterly astounded for a good moment before quickly nodding. “ my mo— clementine isnt here right now... i dont know where she went. ” your voice was scratchy and hoarse from practical centuries of not using it.

it wasnt long before the tabby and drone left after finding the message she left for them, overhearing the rest of the note. why would clem be at the club¿ you furrowed your brows as you watched the creature sneak through the halls of sentinels to get to her. determined to help in anyway you could, you took a backway that you discovered in the flat some time after you and clementine first found it. youd wait at the subway station.

once getting to the entrance of the station, you stayed off to the side, out of view. your hood covered your head, using a mask to cover the lower half of your face. however it was only about after two light naps later that you realized that the cat, drone, and clementine werent here yet. where were they¿ if the plan worked then where were they¿¿¿

you started getting anxious before finally asking around for the details. that's where you learned she was sold out and caught. who couldve sold her out¿

however when the commotion of the chase started, you had been nearby the entrance into the station, eating something small that you had packed with yourself before hearing the revving of an engine nearby, and as you looked up, you spotted the companion you had been waiting anxiously for, you swiftly got to your feet, waiting at the door.

when clementine and the tabby got to the doors, clem looked towards you, taking a moment before she shut the metal doors that lead into the subway's lobby behind the tabby, putting a split between the three of you. addressing the tabby with the mission, finishing off with “ only one of us needs to get to the outside, so bring us the sky little outsider, ” before quickly addressing you. “ you too. bring us the sky. ” she didnt get the chance to say anything else, only managing out what couldve been; “ stay safe kiddo, ill see you again hopefully. ” before quickly leaving, the tabby doing its best to push you from the door before the sentinels spotted you.

“ mom— ” your voice wavered, remaining quiet. tears pricked your eyes before you momentarily shook your head, swiftly following after the small quadruped creature into the subway station.

youd help this creature and it's drone bring everyone the sky.

— please do not take my content and credit it as your own. 💫

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[primary-022]

Robot reader fixing up other Robot from the zurks and in the slums trying to give hope to them.

While also trying to cheer up momo and help him with his depression and loneliness.

Then a little cat comes along whiles reader is curious of where the cat came from and how it got down to the slums.

As the cat help momo with connecting back with he's friends and getting to see if they're okay. This got readers thinking of the possible ways of navigating out of the slums to other places.

Reader thought this was the chance they could get of get out of the slums and seeing what's beyond and what they might see outside. To explore more of their desires and dreams and make them reality.

Made another about stray while looking back at my old post and now watching a play through.

#stray game x reader #stray robots #stray x reader #doc stray #clementine stray #momo stray #outsiders stray #gn reader #x gn reader #gender neutral reader #Spotify #robots #robot reader

[astralnymphh]

born of flora and fauna 𓇢𓆸 | ellie williams | series guide⛧

𓇢𓆸𓍢ִ໋- knight!ellie x princess!reader AU guide ⛧ (teaser II.)

✧˖ ° 🕯 bright blessings!

𓍢ִ໋-;this is purely a guide to my upcoming series, detailed with important places and their names, descriptions and reference photos. i'll also include short excerpts of ellie's backstory in this fic plus the readers. vol 0./the prologue is making quick progress so i wanna get y'all excited as long as it doesn't flop (ALSO I FIGURED OUT GRADIENT TEXT FINALLY!! kinda.. im too lazy to fix anything) cw: literally only one mention of mature themes. nothing crazy. the actual series on the other hand.. will be SMUTful

𓆸𓍢ִ໋-; castle maelony

𓍢ִ໋-; mount of the regal family, bejeweled in a facade that masks a strident haunting no king would wish to dig up from the catacombs lining the roots of this limestone beast. 𓆸𓍢ִ໋-; istenad

𓍢ִ໋-; core of the meadowland, visible from far mountain boundaries of all directions. adorned with dreamy spires and coliseums, to markets and common houses, every mother and their kin covet this kingdom. 𓆸𓍢ִ໋-; dunwich

𓍢ִ໋-; ellie, a knight bound in hide and chainmail, derived and nurtured in the prairie village of dunwich, where the fertile seasons prove flaxen of corn and the trickling sweat of every farmhand turns to gold. any newborn granted to this quaint village is fated to form calloused hands with labor written in their palm lines as time flows.

𓆸𓍢ִ໋-; glade 'ionspire'

𓍢ִ໋-; a front line of trees encircling this unmapped forest, conceals a beautiful loch only few souls venture to. it happens that a determined princess can be caught galivanting about with a weapon, playing her dreamt up persona of a maiden warrior she only dawns in private. 𓆸𓍢ִ໋-; clementine cottage

𓍢ִ໋-; no home is without its glamour of hearth. a picturesque getaway straying from the bustling streets of instenad tempts such who fiend for freedom. nights under the brilliant spangled sky in this cottage have been ones of love, tangled in bed, vowing to your beloved in a hysteria of lust.

(and there she is!! im really excited to get this fully fledged out its gonna be a JUICY series promise even for being centered in medieval times it is quite deviously lustful !!!)

#ellie williams #ellie tlou #knight!ellie #knight!ellie x princess!reader #ellie x reader #ellie williams fic #ellie williams x fem!reader #lesbian #sapphic #ellie williams smut #ellie williams fanfiction #ellie x fem reader #ellie the last of us #ellie williams x reader #ellie smut #tlou ellie #⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆upcoming #𓇢𓆸𓍢ִ໋-

[steam-junk]

I~ I want your love!

DNI + About Me

I'm Fizz, I'm a writer who writes both fanfiction and original work. I'm 13 years old, I use they/them pronouns, and I'm in wayyyy too many fandoms to count.

Non-writing posts over at @fizz-lovez-u

Please DNI if you are:

Homophobic, transphobic, racist, etc.

A pedophile, "MAP," Zoophile, other associated terms. Even the "non-offending" ones.

Just here to spread hate

Here to give me shit about my age

More to be added ;)

I~ I want enough!

Requests - Closed

What I will write:

Fluff

Comfort

Angst

Headcanons

Oneshots

Scenarios

Slightly suggestive

Light gore

Violence

x reader

Gender neutral reader unless requested otherwise

Male reader if requested

Female reader if requested

Some mental illness, but only if I feel I understand and can respectfully portray it.

More to be added ;)

What I won't write:

Smut

Fetish

Romanticism/fetishism of dark topics

Heavy gore

Ship

More to be added ;)

If what you're requesting isn't listed, just send it in! No harm in trying! <3

I~ Want to be part of you!

Fandoms and characters I write:

Stray:

Momo

Doc

Zbaltazar

Clementine

Seamus

Guardian

Blazer

Rise of the TMNT:

Donnatello

Raphael

Leonardo

Michaelangelo

Repo Mantis

Danganronpa THH:

All male characters except for Hifumi Yamada and Monokuma.

Ask about fem. characters. Sometimes I have a harder time writing them, but I will try!

Danganronpa GD:

All male characters except for Monokuma, Hajime Hinata, and Nekomaru Nidai.

Ask about fem. characters. Sometimes I have a harder time writing them, but I will try!

Genshin Impact:

All playable male characters

Dainsleif

Baizhu

Scaramouche

Teppei

Enjou

Dottore

Beidou

Xinyan

Yanfei

Yoimiya

Kokomi

Mona

Yelan

Ask about unlisted fem. characters. Sometimes I have a harder time writing them, but I will try!

Platonically:

Qiqi, Sayu, Klee, and Diona

Tales of Arcadia:

Jim

Douxie

Angor Rott

Krel

Glitch Techs:

Five

Mitch

Hazbin Hotel:

Alastor

Husk

Angel Dust

Sir Pentious

Helluva Boss:

Striker

Fizzarolli

Ozzie (Occasionally)

Blitzø

Stolas

Gravity Falls:

Bill Cipher

Ford Pines

Hellsing (Ultimate):

Pip Bernadotte

Alucard

Alexander Anderson

Tiān Guān Cì Fú/

Heaven Official's Blessing

Xie Lian

Hua Cheng

Fu Yao

Nan Feng

The Storm Crow

Caylus

Ericen

More to be added

I~ I want your love!

Playing: Haunt, the Cartoon Heart - Bear Ghost.

More coming soon.

#x reader #stray x reader #genshin impact x reader #rottmnt x reader #danganronpa x reader #tales of arcadia x reader #glitch techs x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #helluva boss x reader #gravity falls x reader #hellsing x reader #hellsing ultimate x reader #tgcf x reader #tian guan ci fu x reader #heaven official's blessing x reader

[serenityseventeen]

Seungkwan (부승관):

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“Second Life”

synopsis: You like Seungkwan, a guy who helps your neighbor pay rent. You nicknamed him Clementine. Even during the hard time of the Great Depression, you two find happiness in each other, until that unpredictable destiny strikes.

genre: reincarnation fic, 1930(great-depression)!au

parts: 1 - “Second Life” | 2 - “Second Life 2”

pairing: seungkwan x fem!reader (ft. neighbor!joshua)

warning: mention of death, burning house, fire

a/n: I HAVE BEEN DYING TO DO THIS ONE but I pushed it away because I thought I would spend too much time on it (and I did) but UGH I can't resist not doing it!!! Thank you for making it so detailed!!! The title came to me INSTANTLY & then believe it or not but SECOND LIFE STARTED PLAYING GAKDEISHSK

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You stuck out your head through the window, feeling the warm summer air on your face, the sun shining brightly down the sad, sad world.

You looked down at the country roads, seeing a familiar man in khaki shorts, a neat brown shirt, and a beret, holding a basket filled with orange-looking fruit.

“Hey! Clementine!” You called out, waving your hand out from the window to try and get his attention.

It was Seungkwan, a guy you recently started having feelings for. He was helping your neighbor, Joshua, pay rent by selling clementines in the countryside.

Clementine was a nickname you created for him since he was always selling clementines.

Seungkwan turned around upon hearing the familiar nickname.

“Up here, Clementine!” You continued to wave around until he finally looked up and saw you.

He was squinting because the sun was in his eyes. Seungkwan lifted his hand to his face to give his eyes some shade.

You were smiling brightly and waving to him. A week before, you had confessed your feelings to Seungkwan. He found you a bit awkward to be around at first but when you grew more confident in winning him over, he started to warm up to you.

You started developing feelings for him a month ago when you saw him playing with a stray dog that he didn't have enough money to feed. The way he gave the puppy warmth in this hard time made you smile. After that, he just seemed so genuine and kind in everything he did.

Seungkwan looked around, hoping that Joshua didn't catch you calling him that nickname again.

“Hey! I told you to not call me that!” Seungkwan shouted back, looking up at you.

You giggled.

“How much more until Joshua's family can pay off rent?” You asked, seriously. “How about your family? Are you guys paying rent fine?”

“My family is barely getting by, they don't even know I'm selling clementines!” Seungkwan replied. You didn't expect him to reply, usually, he found you more like a pest than anything, so his reply made your heart race. Seungkwan continued, “Joshua really has to thank me! They only have 7 dollars left to pay off this month's rent. I'm running out of clementines too.”

“When you run out of clementines, want to help me make clothing? I'll teach you how to sew.”

Seungkwan nodded sarcastically. “Yes yes, I totally wouldn't be off working in the dusty railroads with your father!”

You laughed and could see a hint of his smile too.

“Y/N! Bring the laundry to dry on the clothing line!” Your grandmother shouted from the kitchen, her voice echoing through the nearly empty and small house.

“Yes, yes, grandmother!” You replied, turning your head inside the house so that she could hear you.

You turned back to Seungkwan, who was still looking up at you.

“Let me guess,” Seungkwan said, removing his hand from covering the sunlight. He was squinting again because of the bright sunlight.

Seungkwan placed his hands on his hips. “You're going to ask me to hang your laundry with you again? I'm telling you, I won't do it!”

Suddenly, Joshua walked in and took the clementines.

“Seungkwan, thank you for always helping. My grandma and I already finished selling our products, we can take care of the rest.”

Seungkwan protested but in the end, lost to his hyung. You grinned, running down the stairs at the speed of light, and grabbing the clothing basket that was set in front of the stairs.

Seungkwan was still waiting outside of your house when you arrived. You were smiling so brightly that it caught him off guard.

Seungkwan chortled. “Are you that happy?”

You nodded with a smile, holding out the bucket of clothes with both your hands.

“You'll help, right?” You asked expectantly.

Seungkwan looked over at you and met your eyes. He noticed how much your eyes were twinkling and found his heart beating faster as he stared into them. The sunlight made your eyes even brighter and your hair glow.

Seungkwan snapped out of his short daze, making some gestures with his hand. “No, it's such an awfully hot day today, I don't want to help you.”

Your smile faded and your eyebrows arched.

Seungkwan sighed and took the basket of clothes after just one glance at that face of yours.

Your smile returned almost instantly and you skipped beside him, over to the clothing line, your hands clasped behind your back.

Seungkwan just smiled to himself, chortling because of you, who was slowly becoming a source of happiness to him.

- [that same evening...]

You were getting ready for bed. Your father had already returned from the railroads and your grandma was sleeping soundly on the couch, tired from sewing so many shirts and pants.

Dinner was nothing more than a quick snack.

Your hand had a small scar from a needle. You stared at it for a minute, thinking about what the world has become, before turning to bed.

You were just about to blow out the candle beside your bed when you heard a small knock on your window.

Wondering why your window was producing knocks, you took your candle to the window and slowly opened it.

“Hey!” It was a shout in a whisper-like voice.

You looked down to see the faint figure of Seungkwan. Surprised, you immediately left your room with the candle, setting it down before you snuck outside.

You opened the door, exposing the dim countryside.

Seungkwan was there.

“Seungkwan? I wouldn't expect to see you here at this time of night...” You were genuinely shocked.

Just then, you remembered that you were just about to sleep. Your hair was probably messy and your clothes were probably untidy.

“Oh wait- you shouldn't see me like this-” You were about to head back inside and fix yourself but Seungkwan took your hand.

He was scratching the back of his neck.

“I wanted to tell you something. It'll be quick and even though you look ugly right now, I don't mind.”

You laughed. “That's a joke, right?”

Seungkwan smiled seeing your laugh.

“I snuck out.”

Your eyes widened. His hand squeezed yours.

“Why?” You asked, your heart beating nervously.

“I think... These days...”

With your hand still in his, you grabbed his collar and planted a kiss on his lips. Seungkwan froze, his heart racing like crazy.

You stepped back.

“That's what you were trying to say, right?”

Seungkwan was still frozen. He slowly moved his eyes to meet yours. They locked for a second before he took a step closer, putting his hand on your neck, and pulling you into a deeper kiss.

Outside your house, on a secret night, his lips on yours.

Life was perfect in a dying world, that was what it seemed like.

- [a few years later]

Joshua was able to make a living writing and selling newspapers. He still thanks Seungkwan endlessly for helping his family pay off rent for months until they were able to make a stable income, just enough to keep a house.

The depression hasn't gotten any better. It's almost the same, with no progress at all. Seungkwan sells clementines from time to time but has turned to the railroads for work. When he has the time, he plays the saxophone for the public.

Joshua's now the one who's helping Seungkwan play rent.

As Seungkwan's girlfriend, you are trying your best to help him as well, but your grandmother has gotten influenza, staying in the hospital. You're left to work on clothing alone while your father continues to work many jobs, from farming to railroad.

As you were taking clothes from the clothing line, you could see Seungkwan, his face all dirty with black marks, his hands just as black.

“Seungkwan...”

He smiled softly.

You went over to him and tried to rub the dark marks from his face. “Gosh... when will things be better again?”

Seungkwan took you into his arms, holding you tightly.

“Whatever happens, don't leave me. I really don't know what I'll do without you. This depression is only worsening. The only reason I smile is because of you.”

You smiled gently, patting his back.

That night, there was ferocious knocking on your door.

You opened to see a panicked, scared and worried Joshua.

“Seungkwan's house-”

His panicked tone made your heart beat nervously. “What about Seungkwan's house?”

“It's- It's in flames. We need water-”

You pushed past Joshua and ran to Seungkwan's house. Joshua ran after you. There was a crowd gathered at Seungkwan's house, burning, crackling a bright orange in the night.

“SEUNGKWAN!!!” You shouted, the tears forming in your eyes. The pain growing in your heart, your whole mind growing scared but holding on to hope that Seungkwan wasn't home, that he was somewhere else.

Joshua held your arm, trying his best to stop you from running inside. “The house is burning! We can't save Seungkwan!”

You pushed Joshua away, your eyesight blurry, shaking your head.

“Tell my dad and grandma I'm sorry.”

You ran into the burning building, dodging just enough fires to get through the small living room.

The smoke was going into your lungs, you couldn't see anything aside from the brightness of the fire and the darkness of the smoke.

You coughed, shouting, “Seungkwan!” as you searched his house. At last, you collapsed in his bedroom, only to see him lying on the floor, unconscious.

You crawled over to him and stroked his cheek, still having black marks on them.

“Seungkwan...” your voice was trembling as the life in you was slowly drained away.

“Why are you here? Get out!” Seungkwan coughed, opening his eyes.

You two were lying side by side, facing each other. You shook your head. “Why did you tell me to always stay beside you if you were going to leave first? You stupid!”

Tears were rolling down your cheeks. Seungkwan just stared at you.

“I love you, Clementine,” You said.

“I love you too,” Seungkwan replied, giggling a bit despite the situation. He slowly lifted his hand with the last of his strength and opened his palm. A bright silver ring shone in his palm. “This was my mother's, it was to be passed down to you.”

You took the ring and clenched onto it.

You two smiled, coughing in the hot, smoky house.

Seungkwan wiped your tears.

“Thank you for this life. In my second life and other lives too, let's be together always. I promise I'll remember you and live my life with you until the end. A life I couldn't achieve this life. I'll remember you forever.”

You stroked his cheek one last time. Seungkwan squeezed your hand.

A tear rolled down his cheek.

As his eyes closed, you wondered, ‘This life didn't go as my plans. In my second life, will it go my way? What if we don't see each other?’

You closed your eyes after seeing his face one last time, as it grew harder and harder to breathe.

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Joshua stood outside helpless. He fell onto his knees, knowing he just lost his best friend and his best friends' future wife as well.

In front of the burning house of depression, Joshua put his hands together, palm to palm.

“May god bring those two together again; be together all their lives.”

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Request:

© serenityseventeen

5/16/21 - 3:42pm

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[rosaetae]

spellbound to be | one

☇ “I don’t need to drink your blood to have my lips on your neck.”

[this is a part of tale of the purebloods] — prologue / one / two 

➣  pairing: jungkook x reader

➣  genre: vampire!jungkook, fanatasy!au, soulmate!au, angst

➣ word count: 12.3k

➣  rating: pg-13

➣  synopsis: jeon jungkook is the cursed pureblood to have fallen in deep love with someone who was not his Complement. having to have fallen hard, he has to compensate with a life full of heartbreak and pain— one of which a burden weighs heavily on his shoulders. so much so, he hires a witch one day to reverse his inevitable Complement tie.

Bloodshed.

That is what derives from Witch Trial Week at Ember Academy— overly exaggerating, of course. A witch-made week established decades ago, the equivalence to Hell Week in the mundane world, but something your friend, Piper likes to call "Heaven Week" for her own musings.

Ember Academy's witches spend the week hexing, jinxing, cursing each other in the light of every October 31st, Halloween. There's no real motive behind it. Before, whoever was the last witch standing would be given special treatment, but in modern day, it was used as a tactic for the professors to oversee who would be a powerful witch, for some it was a mechanism to either get revenge or to let out one's anger. For you, it was always fun.

To your misfortune, you were at the short end of the stick, being clever and witty enough to be made part of Witch Trial Week, one of the notable witches that some would target, but unlike the rest of Ember Academy, you didn't grow up with the others. They all knew each other the day you stepped into the academy, looking and talking about you as if you were anything but one of them.

And it was true, you weren't fully one of them.

Growing up, you lived in the mundane world, surrounded by people who upheld no special abilities as those in the Upper World. Surely, you were no stranger to the realm of where your mother comes from, you coming home every day from primary school to your father, a human, and your mother, a full-fledged witch who gave up her immortality and her life in the Upper World for the sake of her Complement. You'd spend the day learning simple arithmetic, and after school, you'd come home to your mother teaching you simple, harmless charms.

It was a normal life growing up for you, your upbringing never straying too far from your roots. On some nights, your father put you to bed by telling you bedtime stories, on other nights, your mother would sing a lullaby of broken latin. You were convinced for awhile that it was your mother's soothing voice, but at a certain age when she stopped singing you to sleep, she exposed that it was a siren's song she learned from a friend in her hometown.

As a child, you'd constantly ask about the Upper World, having constant dreams about another worldly realm and a recurring figure holding their hand out for you. And the minute your finger grazes theirs, you awake. Not on your bed made of sea water and a ceiling made of glass, but in your normal New York apartment that had some crooked crevices on the ceiling, on your springy mattress with beige linen sheets. Although, despite your continuous desire to visit your mother's home world, your mother and father were very against world hopping.

However, due to your father's passing when you turned 14, there was no reason as to why your mother should keep you in the mundane world any longer if you didn't want to stay, and brought you to the Upper World of where your dreams of it had come to reality.

Entering Ember Academy, you could not fathom why your mother was so strict of you convincing yourself and everyone else around you that you are a full-fledged witch. And then you learn during one of the history classes that a hybrid witch that shares two worlds forbidden from each other was subjected to execution if entered the soil of the Upper World. You never understood why such a thing as your existence had such dire consequences, but that just made you more aware of your lies to everyone in the Upper World.

Your mother raised you believing that love shouldn't be forbidden, no matter the circumstances, even if that meant two different worlds. The mundane world was like that too. Star-crossed lovers consisting of Romeo and Juliet, Jack and Rose, Joel and Clementine, your own parents— they're all the epitome of what your mother likes to gush on and on about. And in hindsight, you are the product of it.

Due to your inability to grow up with the other witches, you had almost the entire academy against you for the past few years, especially on Witch Trial Week, only for this year to completely change that.

In the mundane world, sports like kickboxing was one of your favorites, and while there was no such thing as kickboxing in the Upper World, your main characteristic was that you like to play rough. A tug a war, a game of chess— this year, you were not holding back.

"Don't be so quick to be disappointed, Piper."

Piper, one of your only purely good friends at Ember Academy, watches you grind up dried lavender buds in a hard stone mortar and pestle, making a few grinds before running an index finger along an old page of your mother's book you took without her permission. She plops down onto her seat in front of you, her dark purple hair bouncing on her shoulders as she taps on her star glitters on her face. "It's Witch Trial Week, ___. That means I have to witch-proof all of my belongings because Rina and her damn fritter friends are going to pull a last year's move."

"Oh, come on. It wasn't that bad," you state, pouring the crushed up lavender into a glass bottle that had frog mucus and torn rose petals sitting inside about one fourth of the way. Piper doesn't question what you were up to, only continuing to voice out her frustrations.

"They cursed my assignments! You know how many extra credit assignments I had to do? 200 points gone because of this bloody witch-made week!"

Smirking, you peer up at her before standing up from your seat to grab a large jar of purple dragon drool on a shelf right behind you, before sitting back down, "calm down, I have plotted the perfect revenge."

"What?" Piper raises an eyebrow, her facial expression looking concerned. "Is that dragon drool?"

Opening up the jar, Piper makes a sour face when the aroma of a putrid, green whiff draws out of the jar, you having to stifle in a cough at the stench that made no warning traveling up your sinuses. Bringing your index finger and thumb to pinch your nose, you grab the small wooden serving spoon attached to the side of it and put two heeping spoonfuls of the dragon drool into your concoction before swiftly shutting the jar and finally being able to breathe again.

Piper lets out an exhale she's been holding in, staring at you with wide eyes, waiting for an answer that you were sort of stalling as you rip up a piece of paper. "I borrowed my mother's infamous dark magic book."

She gulps at the sound of that. "Dark magic?"

"Calm down, it's not that bad," you roll your eyes at her fear of using an area of magic that you were technically not supposed to touch upon— but you couldn't help it. It's dark magic, it's bound to be used somehow. "Just going to tease around with Rina's emotions a bit. We all know she's been trying to hit on Namjoon despite her Complement is Doyeon. I'm making a simple love potion for Namjoon to fall in love with Rina— only for the week though. She'll be a bit heartbroken at the end, but hey, she stained my uniform with troll's blood last year."

Jung Rina, daughter of Ember Academy's high priestess, who also adapts an attitude problem. She likes to taunt other witches from afar because of the power she gains from being the high priestess's daughter, cursing and jinxing others and acting as if it wasn't her— she gets away with it anyways. Unsure why, even when you do mind your own business, it's as if Rina has something against you— you confirmed this when even after Witch Trial Week, she wouldn't stop jinxing you.

Last year, she took your uniform while you were showering after with a game of shuntbumps, only to wear a uniform stained with a bright yellow color leaving a horrendous, pungent smell of troll's blood. It was one of the most talked about trick for the year, everyone bringing up the fact that Ms. Jung Rina was able to get her hands on troll's blood and use you as a target. A laughing stock, the black sheep— you've endured it for long enough.

"You're using dark magic! On the high priestess's daughter! That's—"

"Risky? I could care less." You finish for her, shrugging. You write down the template for the love spell that was written in high level latin, writing it carefully letter by letter. As your quill inks the paper, you look at a sweating Piper momentarily. "Stop worrying! If anything, you're guilty by association."

Piper places her hands over eyes and sighs. "I did not see anything."

"No, you didn't," you muse along with her as you place your quill back into its holder and roll up the paper into a thin tube, tapping it into the bottle that finishes up the spell. You watch as the dragon's drool acidifies the paper, already acidifying the rose petals, ground lavender buds, and frog's mucus prior, all in all creating a lilac hue in the glass bottle. "See? It's done. Now I just need to pour this into his cup of juniper latte when we go to potions."

"Huh," Piper says aloud. "That's sneaky."

Clicking your tongue at her, you slam the dark magic book closed, quickly shoving it into your tote bag while you plug the glass bottle with a cork, gently placing it along with the magic book.

"May the games begin," you whisper audibly only for Piper to let out another sigh of disappointment, but also in anticipation.

Everything was going smoothly. Going to class was like a mission, having to make sure that you don't mindlessly enter a trap, but as you sit down in your seat, in the sight of Professor Young of where safe base was, you just had to get through this class without being suspicious. Despite all else, everything was smooth sailing. Even pouring the potion into Namjoon's juniper latte when he wasn't paying attention was easy. And you noticed that no one has caught you— yet.

In a whirl of lingering moments, the grace period, you were sat in your seat, reading your potions book when you hear an abrupt sound, you and almost everyone in the class looking up to see Namjoon, his told figure looming over the other students with eyes wide as day.

He makes one audible noise, "Rina," before dashing out of the potion room in a coarse and gawky manner, Professor Young calling after him while the rest of the class took it to their own accord to follow him, already presuming that something only Witch Trial Week can influence. Eventually, all classes grew curious of the commotion that people trickle into the crowd as they follow in a hearty distance from Namjoon's graceless gait.

You pull Piper to the side when you see Namjoon approach his and your target, standing from one of the many columns of the area to get a good look given by the angle you were given. Piper couldn't help but to let out an amused giggle when you both see the moment unfold in front of your eyes.

"Namjoon?" Rina speaks, her cheeks going red when she sees Namjoon on his knees, head down. You almost snort at how her eyes go wide when she finds her biggest crush right in front of her, thinking this was out of his own willingness— Namjoon actually being in love with Rina. "Namjoon, what are you doing?"

"I love you!"

The loud announcement rings and echoes in waves down the hallway, you and Piper already having a hard time stifling your laughter at the confession. Rina gulps before she lets out a scoff in disbelief, a smile creeping on her face as if this was a moment she was expecting. Her cockiness makes you want to gag.

"I love you with all my heart, Rina! I want to stay by your side forever!"

Whispers upon whispers dissipate into the air, one of concern, one of cheer for Rina, and one of straight amusement.

Rina raises her eyebrows, clearing her throat. "Namjoon."

"Please, keep me in your life," Namjoon states, almost like a whimper. In that moment, he peers up at Rina with huge bug eyes, as if he was really begging. The anticipation stabs at you like daggers as Rina continues to stare at him in both awe and confusion by the sudden confession. "Master."

The last word leaves his mouth almost like a mutter, and you were for sure, for a mere second, that you misheard him— everyone did, until you're finding Namjoon leap from his stance into Rina's arms, immediately peppering her with kisses on her cheeks, causing her to stumble backwards. The murmurs amongst the crowd grow, following with a few giggles as Rina is trying to push Namjoon away, trying to hold in her giggles.

"Namjoon," Rina says through fits of giggles as she brings her hands up to his chest, trying to keep some distance between them. "Namjoon, not—"

The words are taken out of her mouth when Namjoon, shamelessly and giddily swipes his entire tongue along her cheek, earning a large gasp from the crowd. It leaves not only you in shock, but as well as Rina who entirely freezes in realization of the contact that was just made. Your mouth hangs open, until you roll your lips inward, trying so very hard not to break into a fit of laughter.

"Wrong spell, you hobworm!" Piper whisper yells, slapping a hand on your arm as you let a snigger out, looking at your friend with amusement, wondering why she wasn't finding this just as funny as you did.

"Hobworm?" You gasp at her insult, your amusement unabashedly shining through.

Piper scowls at you, biting her tongue to prevent from encouraging you further into amusement. "You cast the wrong spell!"

As your smile grows, you shake your head. "No, I swear I didn't. I did everything correctly—"

"Then why on earth is Namjoon under a puppy love spell?"

Glancing your eyes at Rina, you hear whispers among the crowd who watch as she tries to push a puppy in love Namjoon away from her. He whines and whimpers each time she makes the distance greater between them.

"Who did this!" Rina exclaims, trying to push a licking Namjoon away from her. "Who in the heavens thought this was funny? I will be reporting this to my mother and every little squeamish fritter that allowed this to happen— no, Namjoon, bad dog!"

This allows you to snort, all your laughter you were containing bursting out as you couldn't hold it in anymore. However, doing so only allows Rina to make direct eye contact with you, her face twisting in volatile spite, knowing very well that you are the culprit. Widening your eyes, you began to run before your mind processed it.

"___!" Rina screeches from the tops of her lungs, everyone in front of you turning heads to find you, the witch who dared to pull a little stunt against the High Priestess's daughter.

Legs stride step by step, zooming through the halls with adrenaline pumping your veins as the wretched witch was probably right behind you, chasing you down when you hear the sounds of heels, knowing very well that's Rina's 3-inch heeled mules clacking in the distance. Professors peek their head out of their classroom in curiosity, some yelling at you to not run in the halls, however, your eye is set on the prize— the exit.

It was closed, and to save time, you swipe your hand in front of you, a spell recited in your head swinging the door wide open that it hits the walls and causes a loud slamming noise. It was the door that led out to the garden of the academy of where fresh herbs grew, and at this point of your escape plan, you were hoping to hide in the depths of the greenhouse until class ended.

You run down the steps, eyes looking down as your feet land on each step, careful not to miss one or you'd fall down to your doom. And just when you safely made it down the staircase, you are bumped into a wall of rigid flesh and muscle, your immediate reaction to apologize, except the words are taken out of your mouth when you look up and see the face on all pictures and drawings matching to the person who looked just as mesmerizing in person as he is on paper; the one and only—

"Your grace," Jungkook hears you sputter, shutting your eyes and lowering your head to hide your own embarrassment and disappointment in such a quick second. His men behind him step forward, but he raises a hand to halt them in their place. "My sincere apologies—"

"Do you have no mind?" Jungkook hears the secretary who was leading him on a tour around Ember Academy snap, her booming and high-pitched screech at the sheer shame that has been exchanged by this incident.

"I am so incredibly sorry, your grace. I am at fault—"

The king himself is not at all bothered by a simple bump by a young witch, considering that it seemed you were on the run from something. He glances down at you in subtle curiosity, your head bowed before him with your hair braided, as you stand still despite the constant nagging of the secretary scolding you for being so unaware. And something catches his eye.

His eyes focus in on the crystal of pale, fair, ivory that hangs on your neck. It twinkles in his sight with the sunlight just bouncing off of it into his cornea, right before he settles in recognition of where he recalls it. There's a swift movement moments later of where you raise your head just slight, only to lock eyes with him.

How you've grown, he thinks to himself. He remembers how your eyes were that of similar of a doe, and how you stared at him with the same wide eyes when you were little. It scares him how much time has passed and how you stand before him, more matured than before— he wasn't expecting to see you this soon.

The locked gaze lasted briefly before your eyes widen and you bring your head back down.

He manages to let out a sigh, "I suggest you pay attention where you are going in the future."

Jungkook can tell that you were surprised by his response, despite you committing the worst crime by even daring to be this close to the king. Even the secretary was a distance away from him.

"Yes, your grace."

"You may look up," he speaks. The permission makes you hesitate, but swallowing the lump in your throat, you inhale deeply and rise, and when you steadily meet his eyes, immediately, it's as if you could see his past. The pain and sorrow he has been through. It all encompasses into the hallows of his eyes.

"What is your name?" You blink at the question blankly as he awaits your answer, arching an eyebrow when you stay mute. "Well?"

"___," you answer. "My name is ___, your grace."

There's this glint in Jungkook's eye that even he is aware that you notice. It occurs to him that he has not once asked your name before, but somehow he finds it this moment valuable to gain that piece of you. Meanwhile, you hope he does not find any significance to your name, that this incident isn't one to be held against one day.

It's then, he smirks, giving a single nod, etching your name into his brain for he knows he will not forget it. 

"Your name will be in my memory, ___," he speaks ominously. Your heart drops in return. "You are dismissed."

six years later.

"Welcome."

The books weighed heavy in your arms, but you ignored the fact that it was nearly slipping out of your grasp as you gripped on the jar of dried magnolia leaves in the other hand, making your way to the small work table just right out into the shop of where you greet the presence inside the shop. Taking one last step to your marked destination, you let out a sigh of relief, your shoulders relaxing as you plop all of the buttery books onto the work table, still keeping the jar of magnolia leaves in your grasp.

"Is Circe here?"

At first, the voice processes in your mind, realizing that you were so engrossed on completing a minor trip without making a fool of yourself and dropping all your books at once that you forget for a mere moment that someone was in the shop. And what makes your whole body freeze like the ice age of modern day was the name you haven't heard in so long— only when your father would let it tumble out of his mouth and him being the last one to ever speak of the name.

The aura shifted within the shop. Not daring to turn around and meet eye to eye with the person who knows your mother's real identity, you keep your back turned away, placing the jar gently onto the table right next to your books, a pinky setting down first before gently setting down the bottom of the jar to relieve the loud sound it would have made.

"Who's asking?"

There's a moment of hesitation, one that you can only take in as sly and mischievous. Silently, you maintain a mantra in your head, one that recites a spell to freeze one's muscles entirely, the silence teeter totter between having to put the spell to use or not. The sound of a step is heard— one that sounds too close for your liking that in a whirlwind, you swiftly twirl around and let the mantra come to life in an instant, "carpe musculus."

And with wide eyes, you realize your mistake immediately when eyes lock with the ones that belong to the sheer ruler of the property you stand on— the king. It wasn't hard to forget them, since the last time you two had a rather unpleasant encounter. His eyebrow quirks up at your spell you casted upon him, his body completely frozen over as he was in the midst of grabbing one of the crystal necklaces hung on display at the register, an arm outstretched, but posture and dignified stature remained.

"An old acquaintance."

"Verto," you mutter, blinking with the same wide eyes as you see him gain control over his muscles again, his hand retracting and meeting his other hand from the behind, his throat clearing at the situation that he assumed— correctly— that you were fearful of. Bringing your head down instinctively, you open your mouth with eyes shut. "Your grace, I apologize—"

"Apology accepted," he cuts you off, making you peer up at his form from the curtains of your draping hair. Slowly, you rise your head, keeping your chin up to match his formal, dignified persona. "I am merely here to see your mother."

Scoffing lightly, you let your lips curl upward, turning around to grab at the jar of dried magnolia leaves from the table. "You must be an old acquaintance to call my mother by her real name," you take note aloud, wandering and maneuvering around the vast shop to the corner near the front of where the jars of special ingredients sit in the cupboards.

"Is Circe not what she goes by?"

You shake your head, opening the jar with one of the keys wrapped around your neck, twisting and turning before the cupboard unraveled a collection started by your mother. "Cora," you correct him. "She went by Cora."

"Very well then. Is Cora present?"

You blink at the question, mindlessly nudging the other jars to make room for your new ingredient you've obtained from the village due to a friendly seller who saved the leaves just for you.

"You just missed her," you announce, placing the jar snugly just between the phoenix feathers and pickled frog tongues. "By three years. She passed away."

"She passed?" The king speaks his question in subtle shock, evidently oblivious to your mother's passing, one that makes you question what connection he had to your mother as you turn around to meet his wide eyes. Politely, he realizes the atmosphere that was created and clears his throat. "I'm sorry for your loss."

"I'm sorry for yours," you try to keep the the spirits high, a teasing smile on your lips. "It seems like whatever reason you came here for was pretty important if the king is in need of my mother's services. And in replacement of my mother's absence, how may I assist you?"

In comparison to the young witch that was so invigorated with competition that you grew blind to your own surroundings, you were not like her to easily cower in front of intimidating figures— including the king— anymore. If she saw you now, she'd probably wonder why you are so nonchalant speaking to the king as you are in the moment, but there is one thing you noticed that allowed you to act the way that you are now.

He came into the shop looking for your mother, seeking for her services. Though he has the power to put you into exile or to chop your head off or to even rip your heart out of your chest, it means nothing when he is obviously wanting a favor.

Jungkook's eyes narrow slightly before he scoffs lightly. "Not quite sure if you can help me."

"I'm not that sure either," you muse. "But I am the next option to my mother's assistance. Or if you have no interest of my assistance, then I believe this shop is not meant for you, your grace."

It wasn't hard to notice that he was having an internal battle the minute you turned the other cheek to resume what you were doing. Shutting the cabinet and locking it, you wander to the back of the room of where the work table was, taking the top book of the stack and dusting it with one of your mini feather dusters.

"What do you know about Complements?"

Freezing your wrist, you take a second to process the question set in the air, your eyebrows furrowing. Setting the duster and the ancient novel down, you twirl around once more to meet the eyes of the distant king, each second becoming more comfortable under his gaze that seemingly brought temptation and fear amongst others.

"Depends. I'm not very interested in the topic enough to know the ins and outs of it. However, I do know how to expose a Compliment tie—"

"What about erasing a Complement tie?"

An eyebrow shoots up on your face, his questions becoming more questionable from your mere curious uprising, but as you let his inquiry sit in your mind, you shrug. "Never been done."

His grace scoffs, allowing the pad of his thumb swipe under his nose before returning to hold his hand from his behind. "That's what your mother said."

"And I'm afraid, to this day, her word remains true," retorting to his attitude, you fold your arms over your chest. "However, I can unknot a Complement tie if needed."

"Your mother has already done that."

"Of course she has," you roll your eyes, realizing that the more you talk to the king of Frawen, the more you realize that you were talking to a wall. "How about this? I will do some digging about it in her archives. She has mentioned before that terminating a Compliment tie is hard. However, I do believe it's not impossible." He stares at you attentively before you placate his energy with a smile, a little light of hope intended. "I will come by your castle once I've retrieved a decent amount of information."

He stays silent, a steady gaze on your eyes that slowly made you more uncomfortable with each passing second, but thank the dark lords that someone enters your shop, the door making a very loud entrance that ruined the staring contest between you two, your eyes averting to the customer who entered the premises.

"Welcome," you announce, strolling from the work table up to the front to sit right behind the register, flickering your eyes towards the king when seeing that he hasn't moved from his spot. "Until then, King Jungkook, I have a customer to attend to."

The customer that saved the awkward tension takes a step into the shop, but with a single glance headed their way from the king, the customer drops their head and mutters an, "I'll wait outside" and flees back into the Upper World sun, the door shutting again. Lips parting, you gape at Jungkook who looks back at you, ignoring that his own presence had made one of your customers scurry off in intimidation.

"When will I hear from you again?"

Scoffing at him, you shake your head at his evident advantage and inhale deeply. "I'll start doing some research tonight, your grace. Expect me in front of your castle in two days. And if you could kindly so, can you tell my customer they may come in on your way out?"

He lets his gaze linger on yours for a second before silently nodding on his way out, his presence exchanged for the customer's. The customer glances at you awkwardly as you count write something on a piece of paper with your quill, as if confused that you were not trembling after just speaking with the king, but going back to your normal day as if the king had never arrived.

"Why, King Jungkook came to visit. Quite sooner than I expected," the amused tone that drips from Circe's tongue when she notices the arrival of none other than the King of Frawen just two weeks after he had gone up and left her abode after the reveal of his dreaded Complement tie.

"Came to greet a happy birthday to her?" The witch doesn't meet his brooding gaze, but gathers bouquets of flowers in her hold.

"No," he flatly states. "I still have a favor to ask of you."

"Ah," Circe nods, balancing the bouquet carefully before tossing her aging hair over her shoulder. "The one about your Complement? You left so quick the last time we spoke."

Jungkook clenches his jaw, an attempt to not forget that his own fear and apprehension after making the forsaken revelation that he had met his Complement so soon; a child— a hybrid, a product against the Upper World law— is his Complement. Curse himself for being so easily affected.

And while the two have known each other for awhile, Circe wastes no time to remind him of inevitable fate, despite her own idea of the past he carries. It weighs on him heavily that even Circe cannot recognize the aura of whom she once knew of.

"Yes," he inhales sharply. "I need you to erase it."

Circe bellows a light chuckle, one that makes his eyebrows raise at the response. "Are you insinuating I kill my daughter?"

Jungkook knows that the witch likes to dig in places to prevent the other party from kicking around the bush. She hates fluff and she hates time being wasted. Only now, giving up her eternal life only makes her that much crabbier about it.

"Do you believe that I'd be daft enough to try to imply such a thing?" He shakes his head, a slight smirk growing on his face. "Murder doesn't sit very well on my shoulders, Circe. You must at least know that much of me."

"Do I? It's been too long."

Jungkook smiles at the grinning witch, "I am insinuating you sever our Complement tie."

The witch in decorative forest green and black, stares at the king who wears a sack-colored cloak that did not do justice hiding his black, feathered doublet that resembled such royalty and wealth. Even with the hood on, it is no mistaking that the man with raven hair and pale, glimmering skin, is the king. She laughs, her finger tapping against the paper wrapped around the bouquet of plum-hued calla lilies. "I'm afraid I can only live up to your favor in part."

"The most powerful witch I know cannot cut a Complement tie?"

She is no stranger to his challenges, but because she has no need to maintain the name of being the infamous witch who wields such immense power no longer (as she knows that name will be given to someone much worthy), she merely shrugs, a smile on her face. "Not even I know how to cut a Complement tie, dearest Jungkook."

"Your lack of knowledge of erasing something as mere as a Complement tie is disconcerting, Circe."

The witch hums in response, before whispering something of broken latin, and with a waver of a her fingers, a string of deep scarlet attaches against Jungkook's chest, one that floats in the air and trails in a ragged line right over Circe's shoulder and through the wooden door of her home as if he were tied to something— to someone.

The unveiling of the string causes Jungkook's breath to be caught in his throat, a pinch of nothing like before right against his chest of where the string is attached to.

"I see that, despite your best efforts, you could not stray away from her. And you want to know why?" Circe turns over her shoulder, before pointing at the single evident knot made along the string. "This knot was formed when she touched you and so long as it is there, you will live in constant yearning to see her and to be with her. Tell me, how many times have you had to prevent yourself from coming here until it became too unbearable?"

"Can you reverse it? Untie the knot?" His breath is tattered, uneven. It's as if the exposure of the string wrapped every inch of his heart and silently, the king of Frawen fears that his heart might be taken out of his chest.

"I can," she nods, an expression of indifference on her face. "But doing so does not change the fact that you are each other's Complements. It means that you will no longer feel the constant and desperate need to see her."

"Then I beg of you to do it—"

"However, the bond is strong, Jungkook," her gold eyes stare back at him before they soften, as Jungkook's mental mantras to fight off the peculiar pain deriving from the scarlet string has become a door to all of the pains he has experienced in the past. "I fear that the more you leave it in the dark, the more it will create more conflicts in the future."

"Having this complement now is already creating conflicts for me, Circe."

"Jungkook, if you two were to see each other again by the universe's happenings, must you know that the knot cannot be made again by simple touches. It has to be tied by the hand of a witch."

"If it's not any burden to you," he breathes in sharply. "I'd like you to unknot our Complement tie."

Circe makes a face of indifference before sighing. "Very well," she states just before she mumbles another string of latin and snaps, and lo and behold, the knot unravels by itself. The scarlet rope looked like it had no indentation of where the knot once was.

Jungkook lets out an aching sigh, as if he was under water for too long. Circe makes one more movement of her hand before the red string dissipates into the air, no longer exposed to the eye.

"There," she says. "Now leave, before she sees you again."

Circe doesn't give Jungkook a look of goodbye as she hurries inside her house. She feels the presence of Jungkook leave, exhaling in relief as she peers down at her daughter who gleams up at her, her hair in two buns on either side of her head. Her daughter lets out a squeal of "mommy!" before dropping a sage bundle in her hand to run up and hug Circe's leg.

"Happy birthday, my dear. Six years old already?" The witch pats her daughter's head as she giggles against her. "Go on into the kitchen. I'll be there in a moment."

And as she turns around to trot inside the kitchen, Circe takes notice of her neck that has been exposed due to her hairstyle that she wanted to wear this morning. The etching of her Complement mark that once inked her skin of a rose, had become a blank canvas.

As if the mark was never there to begin with.

You haul across the other wing of the castle that stretches from the main entrance of where the gigantic black, grandiose door stares at you mockingly for not having the privilege to be invited by the king himself as well as enter the main entrance to unravel the glory of what stood for centuries.

Servants of the fairest skin and darkest of hairs escort you to the a room you are unsure of, but you don't question them when they open the doors for you of the building. This was as close you were ever getting to the castle.

"Your grace," you announce your arrival before you could realize that another man stands there from the side of your kingdom's king. Freezing in place with books tensing against your chest, your lips part. "King Jimin—!"

"Hello— oh, please. I don't like the bowing," his voice is light, a striking contrast from Jungkook's ominous tone. You lift your head that was on the way down of honorability, eyes staying wide at his unexpected presence. "Trust me, I'm not a big formalities type of person like my brother."

"What is it? Did you find anything?" The king ruins the moment by his barking, an impatience growing in his chest.

You open your mouth, and close it. "Yes, and no."

"Proceed."

Walking over to the table, Jimin smirks when he hears the loud plop that comes from your stacks of ancient books slapping on the table, dust sprinkles in the air by such impact as you wave it dismissively out of your face to spread out the books evenly.

"These are just merely collections my mother had of Complement ties laying out and about," you begin, grabbing hold of the green and gold accented leather bind novel of browning pages. "They all talk about the history of it, the perspectives of it, and some old spells that used to be done moderately back then, but have been taken out of a witch's curriculum in school. Oh, like this one goes on and on about the importance of it and why finding out who your Complement is before you meet them is deemed as bad luck. Like seeing the bride before the wedding, which actually originated from arranged marriages when— sorry, tangent. If I can just find the book..." As your voice trails, your eyes furrow in concentration to find the book amongst the pile you brought that would deem as very important.

Finally, you hold it up to and pat it, Jungkook raising an eyebrow and Jimin looking bemused at your inner workings being elicited through your rambles and tangents.

"This is where I stumbled upon something fruitful," you began. "It's a book that's anti-Complement. The author was actually a witch who thought his Complement was, and I quote, "vile and tremendously horrendous", so he composed this book that explains how to unknot the Complement tie."

"Nothing about cutting it?"

You smile as you open the book. "There's a whole chapter about it, but," as you flip open to it, the book in your hands bursts into bright blue flames illuminating your skin with a blue tint before it calms down, living proof that the book itself was cursed, either by the author or your mother's doing. "The book has been cursed and the most vital information you want means you're not the only one who is searching for a severance."

"Couldn't you just... cut it?" King Jimin chimes in and you shake your head.

"No, this witch said that cutting it would damage the blade and not the tie," you close the book to prevent the fire from getting anywhere. "The tie itself, when exposed, is simply a scarlet rope. Its material is very ethereal and even your finest sword cannot cut it in two."

"Brilliant," Jungkook says, defeatedly. He sucks in a deep breath before looking at you, eyes flickering up and down your form. "When will I hear from you again?"

Making a loud sound as you stack the books on top of each other, you look up at him and raise an eyebrow. "Again? You're expecting me to continue the search for an answer that I can't give you? This is all the information that I can gather from my mother's archive. I don't know what else you expect me to do."

"What the daughter of the most powerful witch of this kingdom can do, of course," he retorts, easily. It makes you scoff.

"I apologize, your grace, but I am not going through those extra lengths."

"For someone who adheres to formalities very often, you don't seem to be very intimidated by me. At least not enough to do what I say."

"Is your job as a king to be intimidating?"

It was that type of riposte that would have your head, an immediate escort to your death for even thinking that a cocky retort would come out of your mouth. If only if Jimin hadn't let out an amused snort, punishment would not have immediately be put off the table, but the irritation forming in the king's blood remains. He doesn't turn to his brother to hush him, but rather keeps a heavy stare at you, narrowed eyes into slits as a heavy warning— yet you stay grounded, raising an eyebrow at him.

"And you don't seem to know when to not speak your mind."

"With all due respect, King Jungkook, may I remind you I am here because you requested my services. I've given you what I can provide, free of charge. My mother has probably dealt with a customer who has wanted the same thing, and if the book was cursed, it's a heavy sign that it's not a wise path to follow."

King Jungkook inhales deeply, eyes staring at the hybrid who fears nothing under his gaze. He mentally curses to himself knowing very well that Circe was the most probable culprit of cursing her own books, for the sole reason of not wanting him to get his hands on vital information that would separate a Complement tie attached to her own daughter. Sighing, he makes a dismissive nod towards you, a finger tapping on his arm chair repeatedly. "Very well. Dismissed."

And without a word, you gather your things and leave, the same men escorting you away from the castle and the inconsiderate king.

Once your presence no longer lingered, Jungkook sinks down into his chair, letting his head fall against the fist of his arm that propped it up. Jimin clicks his tongue beside him.

"Now tell that was not who I thought that was," Jimin sings once the door had fully shut closed and it was just Jungkook and his brother of the neighboring kingdom.

"Your instincts are spot on, brother," Jungkook says with heavy sarcasm, shaking his head.

Jimin heartily laughs. "It doesn't take a Merlin to see that she's your Complement. It's quite obvious."

"Care to go more in depth?"

"Other than the fact that she's the only outsider you granted a visit at your castle, you're not so quick to throw her out either," he begins before tapping his finger on the table. "You also don't like looking her in the eye. You get tense when you do. Either you fear her or you fear getting close to her."

Jungkook raises an eyebrow in surprise at his brother's quick observation— it must be all the times he's observing human behavior in the mortal world.

"She's mentioned that her books derive from her mother's archives— is her mother...?"

"Her mother was the one that undid our Complement knot."

"Her mother was the infamous Circe, then?" Jimin marvels with his signature taunting smirk on his face. "Well, I'll be damned."

"You already are," Jungkook rolls his eyes.

"Your Complement is a hybrid— and not just a hybrid, Circe's daughter?" Jungkook didn't like that his own brother kept reminding him of who his Complement was, thus encouraging the fire of searching for a severance. "Despite the fact that she holds tremendous power, she seems very promising. You're not fond of her?"

"Jimin, you know—"

"Right, pardon me. You don't want her," Jimin inhales deeply, nodding.

"Jimin," Jungkook begins once again. "I can't have her as my Complement. I need her to find a spell to wither our tie."

"Is there another reason why you need to find such spell other than you're dreading that she's bound to you?"

"So that she could find real love and romance. She will not find it with me."

There was an unreadable look in Jimin's face that even his own brother could not decipher. It lingers for a moment before he makes the executive decision to stand up from the seat, knocking on the table with his pale knuckles. "I'm heading back to Merosa. May I make the suggestion that you take her to Sagewood?"

"Sagewood? Why in the heavens would I take her there?"

"If you want to cut the tie so badly, then I think it wouldn't be a very shabby place to start, no? After all, she only has access to such limited information— you're not being much help either. Besides, you both will most likely find something valuable there."

It was pruning day.

The plants you planted outside your windowsill in its respected pots looked green as ever, with some minor flaws sticking out. You walk outside with shears in hand, identifying the buds you'd snip off with love. You enjoy taking care of your plants, the only common denominator between this world and the mundane world that gave you a sense of normality.

Humming an old folk tune from the mundane world, you admire your plants, recalling that some of these plants were the ones your mother would plant back in the mundane world. As you snip off one of your greenery, you hear the faint sounds of neighs from afar, halting in front of your shop and creating audible commotion behind your back. You overhear your neighbors rush out of their respected buildings, having you grow curious by the second.

Raising an eyebrow, you turn around to find nothing but the king hopping off his trusty steed of ebony glory with a luscious mane, planting his feet flat onto the ground with ease while two other men follow his lead, staying a hearty distance from him. He meets your eyes immediately, ignoring that everyone around him are caught in a trance by his sudden appearance in the town.

"King Jungkook," you marvel with a smirk, ignoring the fact that your neighbors were staring in mixed awe and fear. "What a lovely surprise."

He approaches you, stepping onto the gravel, expressionless. "I request your stay at my castle."

The words don't process fast enough in your mind, a blank expression being your response, but even then, you couldn't help but to laugh, but it came out more like a baffled scoff. "I beg your pardon?"

"To make use of the castle's library," he fills in, a smirk painting his face. "We, too, have an archive for all things your curious, knowledgable mind may want to see. Thousands of collections over the centuries, compilations from notable figures. I'm giving you access to that information in search of the severance."

You gape at him, lowering your shears. The king takes this action with positivity as his smirk only grows for a second before he's back to his emotionless expression.

"I will have my men come by to escort you to the castle tomorrow morning at nine-hundred. Pack your things," he says with no confirmation from you. His passive command makes you blink while you watch him turn his shoulder.

Amidst his turn to head back to his source of transportation and the other men who stand in front of your property, you stop him, "really? And when have I agreed?"

His body comes to a full stop just a hearty amount of distance from you. "And you wouldn't?" He calmly states aloud. In a moment, he's turning his body back to completely face you, cocking his head slight. "Tell me, you're not at all curious about how to cut a Complement tie?"

"Why would I? I have no intention of doing so."

"So you'd want to stay bound to one person your whole life? When you meet your Complement, you want to be so attached to the point that being even just miles away from them tears you apart? Every second you do not see them is as if your heart is being shredded apart in layers. Finding out who your Complement is only ruins you in a way that is a hell disguised as a heaven," he says as if it were straight spitfire. There was remorse and dread in his voice that even you cannot decipher completely— as if the pain that courses through his vein is truly authentic.

"In the mundane world, it's different, no? Humans fall in love with who they want, when they want. Did you ever compare that to the Upper World where it is frowned upon to not be with your Complement?"

"They differ, yes," you say through gritted teeth.

"Are you not so curious as to how to sever the tie? To at least be one of the first witches in centuries to hold great knowledge of a severance? That maybe you would one day change your intentions to cut your tie?"

You stay silent, placing your shears down as you stare at him attentively. Sure, you were curious, but your curiosity grew more prevalent seeing how the king was doing so much as to using a rhetoric tactic to ease your answer into a yes. And oddly enough, it was working.

"Besides... free stay, breakfast— in the castle? Surrounded by all things good and gold?"

Letting out a scoff, you narrow your eyes at him. "Is that your way of paying me for my services? A bed and breakfast at the castle? A week to pretend I'm royalty?" Challenge dripped from your tone evidently, but while the others around you and nearly the whole kingdom all feared the king's presence, you didn't share the same feeling. After all, this was the king asking for your services.

And suddenly, his expression changes, one of seriousness turned into dry amusement as he lets out a deep laugh bellowing from his stomach. "No, I'm offended that you may think I'm that cheap," he states as you raise an eyebrow, stabbing your shears, sharp point down into the window sill just right behind your plants. "I may have taken advantage of your services before, forgetting my place as a client to you. For that, I apologize sincerely. I am offering pounds of gold to you in exchange that you continue your search to cut a tie."

"Pounds of gold?"

"I notice that you live in your shop," he speaks of apparentness, making your cheeks go red as he turns his gaze to look at the shop behind you, a place you vaguely remember growing up in. "After your mother died, you decided to turn your home into a shop? Selling your services?" In that moment, you freeze only slight, caught off guard by how easily he put two and two together, you merely forgetting that he was an "acquaintance" with your mother— of course, he knew of this property before you probably were born.

"If the pounds of gold are not enough, I would be glad to make your stay at the castle permanent after you've found the severance."

You raise your eyebrows at his offer, never missing the way his lips quirked upwards for a ghostly second when he sees he's appealing you in the right direction.

"A permanent stay at your castle? As what? Your mistress? A maid?"

He chuckles and shakes his head. "Of course not. Your mother would find a way to resurrect herself to rid of my existence if she found out that I made you, her daughter, a mistress. Let alone a maid."

"You will be staying at my castle free of charge. And while I know this shop has been dear to your mother— dear to you, I am also willing to put a new location in the center of Sapphire Hill for your services on the table. Closer to the castle and in the heart of Frawen. That is, only if you have a mind to accept my proposal."

Inhaling sharply, you both stare at each other in silence as your mind juggles and he patiently awaits your answer, his body still as a stone, probably cold as one too. There was no other ulterior option to choose from— after all, why would you decline such a proposal? You were just as curious about the severance as he was, wondering why your mother never wanted to stray close to that path and why she has never mentioned about it before. And perhaps, you too could also cut your tie before you ever get to find your Complement if you ever came down to it.

However, despite his generous offers for a mere severance, there was a deep feeling in your stomach that didn't sit very well with you, one that was silently yearning you to not accept. It felt alarmingly unnatural. Just as unnatural as interacting with the king up close three times in a month.

"Alright," you sigh, defeatedly, grabbing your shears from the wood and returning to pruning day. "You've appealed to me."

"Wonderful," he acknowledges, a single celebratory nod coming your way before he turns around to head back on his steed. "I will have people to escort you tomorrow. Nine-hundred."  

"Quite a castle," you announce, eyes boggling at the interior design of the castle you never thought you'd see in person. Hell, you didn't think you'd ever get to see it closer than it being on top of the hill until just previously.

The halls were a fair color accented with alluring gold, intricate designs resembling a brush stroke, as if the gold were painted free-handedly, yet a symmetry being maintained. Crimson rugs, drapes, furniture dabble the expense of the hallway itself, and ebony statues and sculptures stare back at you broodingly. Two broad statues of fairies introduce you on either side of the entrance, facing each other with conch shells held to their mouths.

Selene purrs in your arms, probably just as dazzled at the structure as you are. "I know, baby, I know," you mutter under your breath as your pace slows along the red carpet.

"___." The voice announcing your name echoes throughout the vast hallway, pulling you out of your thoughts and daydreams as you peer towards the grandiose staircase ahead, finding a familiar figure in red with accenting white tassels walk down the steps, slowly and gracefully.

Selene suddenly paws out of your grasp to be let go of, you lowering her down to the floor carefully as you know that she likes to roam around new and foreign areas by herself.

"Your grace," you acknowledge, pacing towards him to meet him in the middle, eyes watching Selene trot along the scarlet carpet just in front of you, only to realize that she made her independent way to the king. You arch an eyebrow when Jungkook stops his footing altogether, both of you noticing Selene taking a liking into him, purring against his leg and her tail curling around his calf, making elegant circles around him in adoration. "I see Selene likes you."

Jungkook coughs before removing his eyes from the feline to meet yours. "You have a cat."

"I do," you nod. "Is she not allowed in the castle?"

"I'll make the exception," Jungkook swallows as Selene rubs her cheek against his leg. You mentally thank Selene for kissing his arse, knowing that Jungkook might have gone soft for your feline friend immediately and discarded the direct thought of kicking her out.

"I was given her a couple years back."

"Were you?"

You hum in response. "Given to me as a gift for my birthday. I named her after selenite, one of my favorite crystals."

"As long as she doesn't get into anyone's way, your feline company is welcome. However, if she were to be causing mischief, do not be blowed if she is in your soup," the king warns as he turns around, a hand motioning you to trail behind him, but the whole situation nearly made you snort out loud. Was that humour in his voice?

Following him, you scoop Selene with a hand as you caught up to her, cutting her curiosity trip short as you did not want to have her disappear and find her as your dinner, despite King Jungkook's warning sounding slightly sarcastic. His foot steps climbing up the stairs echo, his boots emphasizing his steps as you follow a few steps behind him, your flats being light-sounded from underneath you.

The Upper World resembled a victorian age from the mundane world. As much as you missed your tennis shoes and trousers, the Upper World called for bell-shaped dresses, the air-sucking corsets, and uncomfortable shoes that hurt your back if standing for too long.

As King Jungkook walks down the spacious hall with such glorious designs, you notice that there were two beautiful women in gray high neck dresses, eggshell aprons wrapped around their waist standing on the side with head lowered. Despite their dull attire, their appearance is what caught your eye.

The one on the right had skin of the bluest topaz with complementing navy hair tied up into a sleek bun. If she had looked up earlier, you would admire her sunshine eyes that made her look so kind. The on the left had contrasting mauve skin and emerald hair flowing down her shoulders. She wore a headband to keep her hair out of her face.

Nymphs.

"Cricket, Calla," the king's voice ruined the solace of the hallway, the snap of both ethereal beings' heads making direct eye contact with King Jungkook, you catching the hazel eyes of the mauve skinned beauty for a split second before she keeps steady eye contact with the person she serves.

"They will be serving you throughout your stay," he states towards you, a nod cueing the two nymphs accordingly.

"Good morning, ___. I am Calla," the topaz nymph speaks first, bowing her head as you respectfully did the same.

"And I, Cricket," her partner speaks, bowing as well.

"It is lovely to meet you both, Calla and Cricket," you speak with a kind tone as they give the smallest of shy smiles.

"Aster and Fickle are unloading the carriages. They will be up to bring her belongings in any minute. You may start unpacking—"

"Oh no, that's not necessary," you intervene. The king sends you a glare for interrupting him, but daringly, you roll your eyes at him. "Cricket, Calla, just have Aster and Fickle leave my luggages on my bed. I didn't pack heavy, so it's alright. I'd prefer if I unpack myself."

"As you wish," Cricket and Calla say in unison before King Jungkook gives one last asserting, yet hesitating nod, turning his shoulder to continue walking down the hall.

"Come. I will show you the library," he orders, having you share one last look at the beautiful nymphs who both smile at you. In that moment, you give them a smile that you hoped would make them feel safe— as if you all have been friends before. As you tear your eyes away, you trot up to the king's pace, Selene being safe in your arms as you mentally curse the king for having long legs.

Walking for nearly a minute or two, you didn't realize he had stopped in front of large double doors, black wood engraved with the exact designs you recall in the main entrance, intriguing you with every bit. You blink for a nanosecond until you hear the door unlock and open, having to blink once more when you see that the king was only a few feet away from the immense opening, arms held behind his back as the door widened.

"Did you do that?" You question aloud. It sounded very mundane of you— as if you had not seen anything weirder in the Upper World.

"Yes," he speaks, raising an eyebrow at you as you wait for the doors to open fully. "I am a Pureblood, aren't I?"

His reminder made you realize that you did indeed forget that Purebloods hold some sort of power. It was only the three kings who held such powers, being why they were named the most powerful trio over centuries to live. Unsure why, you didn't take the King of Frawen to hold telekinesis, if anything.

The doors finally stop opening, two grand doors coming to a halt on either side of the opening and creating an entrance to a room that already has your mouth hung open.

"This is the library," he speaks, taking a step in first. "All of Frawen's greatest works over the centuries are all kept in here."

It was not the immense room that was its own castle itself, but it was the giant collections, endless spines of literature and word composition that was tempting you to swallow all of the knowledge up from them.

"These are the collections of Edgar Allen Poe," you observe, remembering that you had to read one of his famous works in your mundane junior high, the eerie components of his pieces standing out to you enough that you recall his name. "The Upper World holds mortal works?"

"Just the finer ones. Homer, Machiavelli, the Brontë sisters, Cordelia Maine—"

You widen your eyes. "No way. Cordelia Maine? You have her works, too?"

"Of course," he laughs at your never-ending bafflement. "She might be famous to you mortals, but her roots don't stray away from Frawen."

"Mortals," you repeat, catching his word that he knowingly categorizes you. It makes you blink up at him, more concerned why you weren't feeling as uneasy as you should that the king who stands in front of you and has brought you inside his castle knows you're the product against the Upper World law. "Dare I ask how you know this?"

The king smirks at you, probably bemused at how you weren't exactly trembling in your boots, but you probably have a spell prepared at the tip of your tongue. "Do you forget that I can smell your blood? You reek of mortals."

Arching an eyebrow at him, you narrow your eyes just slight. "Should I be worried?"

He smirks. "That I hold such knowledge? No, or else I would have no way to find a severance now, would I?" His rhetorical question is followed with a quirk of his eyebrow, a bemused smile illuminated from the indirect sun from the window. "Besides, your mother and I were acquaintances. I am well aware of your father and while I have never met him, I do know that your mother loved him, even if they were worlds apart."

Not saying another word, you smile. One that lingers on your face for a bit, one that is shared between you and the king, one that is as if you two have created some sort of connection by this secret he finds indifference to.

However, you do not let the smile linger for too long, for you cannot trust anyone so easily, no matter if your heart is oddly beating out of your chest and there is an odd stir in your stomach when his eyes remain on your form for a moment as if he is trying to study you and your every feature.

You disregard it though, as if a chip on your shoulder, or a hair in your face when he leads you back to your room from the grand library, claiming he has work to finish.

Later that afternoon, you were in the midst of unpacking your luggages when Calla and Cricket make an appearance into your room. They were there to escort you to lunch, but you told them to give you a few minutes to organize your things, encouraging them to wait in your room as you did so.

"Are you his betrothed?"

The sudden question makes you stumble, nearly dropping the books in your hand that you deemed most viable to bring to this trip. "Sorry?" You laugh, looking at them with a sheepish smile. A harmless question, but a stretch to inquire.

"Isn't that why he's having you stay here at the castle?" Cricket asks, keeping her hands intertwined in front of her as they both watch you organize your knick-knacks of books and crystals and Selene's toys.

"Oh to the heavens, no," you laugh, Cricket furrowing her eyebrows and cocking her head to the side, wondering why your peculiar stay at the castle isn't for that singular motive. "I'm here for an entirely different reason."

Calla blinks blankly, her long, blue lashes making it obvious. "Our king doesn't usually like to keep guests overnight— let alone indefinitely."

Placing your books onto the antique dresser, you raise an eyebrow at them. "Is that right?"

"We thought, perhaps, this was his attempt in courting you," Cricket says, rather timidly. "After all, you're very beautiful."

The compliment brings red to your cheeks. "You're just saying that—"

"But, 'tis true," Calla nods. "We're nymphs—"

"We can't lie—"

"We thought that he may have found love again—"

"We would be surprised if he didn't find you, at the very least, beautiful—"

"Our king doesn't open a room for just anyone, since he's very..."

"Closed off."

They jump off their sentences swiftly, as if a ball ricocheted against the walls in great speed and force. It intrigues you as you furrow your eyebrows, more interested in the last part they had to say. "Closed off? Why is that?"

Cricket and Calla look at each other before bringing their head down. "Have you not heard of his past?" You shake your head before Calla sighs and begins again. "Our king is the most kind, most fair— but it does not redirect the light away from his past—"

"Lost the people most close to him. Lost his mind along the way, and perhaps, most tragically, lost his soul. It began with Dawn and then his best friend who happened to be his general, and then his parents, and so on. They are frightened of him."

You furrow your eyebrows. "Who's they?"

"All of Frawen. Even those in the mundane world have heard of his story," Cricket answers.

"Frawen respects our king, if anything. However, that respect derives from fear. I'm afraid that the people in this castle are the only people who love him, who see the better in him."

"So I see it's been a lonely castle on this hill," you nod in understanding. "I won't bombard you both with anymore questions. You both are free to leave, I will meet you both in the dining room."

"Are you sure, my lady?"

"I'm sure. Please, I do not want to be a burden to you both."

The nymphs giggle. "We assure you that you are not. It's rather refreshing to tend to someone other than the king and his brothers."

"You both have been very kind. I will see you both there."

"And my lady," Cricket speaks. "We wish you a wonderful stay."

"Jungkook," Circe acknowledges his presence in a blink of an eye the minute he makes a step onto the property that was under an invisibility spell for nearly a decade, only to have it reappear as if it didn't disappear in the first place. "Here to welcome me back?"

The king lowly laughs, not taking another step onto the property as Circe turns around from watering her deep red rose bushes planted right outside. "I was surprised to hear that you made a foolish decision to move to the mundane world."

Circe ticks her tongue, shaking her head at how his prejudice against the humans stain his tone. "I don't believe it was foolish, dear Jungkook."

"Is that what you tell the Counsel?"

Circe lets out an amused sound, maneuvering around her bushes. "The Counsel can believe what they want, but they hold nothing against me. By law, I am allowed to be here and to be there. I may be a witch, aging like a mere mortal, but I still uphold powers strong enough to burn them alive before they can even think of crossing me."

"I have no doubt," Jungkook smirks. "But by law, is your daughter allowed to be here?"

Circe pauses her watering, hose in hand halting with the water continuously drenching a part of the rose bush as she raises an eyebrow. "Why are you here, Jungkook?"

"I heard she attends Ember Academy now. Enrolled as a full-fledged witch. I've come bearing a gift for her."

"A gift?"

"Call it a welcome back gift," he speaks with an anticipating tone right before he walks over to his horse of where a woven basket was attached to the saddle. Circe remains where she stands, watching him carefully as he walks towards her before she senses something, one that makes her hair stand on her arms. As he nears, Circe peeks into the basket, only to have her jaw drop as she sees that it is a kitten.

A kitten of midnight beauty, sleeping soundly in its basket of blankets.

Circe, who could not help it at all, laughs. Soft laughter rumbles through her throat as she coos at the creature, reaching her hands out to take the basket in her hands. "And your arrival has nothing to do with the fact that today is her birthday?"

"Is that today?" Jungkook ponders aloud as Circe laughs, sneaking a smirk on his face before she strokes a finger on the kitten's head carefully and gently. She can tell that he remembers, and that the years leading up to now, he always have.

Sighing, Circe's smile fades as she looks up at Jungkook, tired eyes and all. "I must tell you, Jungkook."

He raises an eyebrow at her.

"I've grown ill," she begins, retracting her finger from the kitten to hold the basket with two hands. "I have been for awhile now and I can feel my end nearing. I trust to believe that you will protect her."

Jungkook blinks a couple times, the odd construct of having someone who has been around for longer than he has tell him explicitly that their end is inevitable and that it was nearing quite sooner than he expected was worth a double take and a few seconds to digest.

"You may not want to stay tied to her, but I trust you enough to uphold her secret. And to protect her when needed," the kitten purrs meekly in the basket, making Circe glance at it for a mere moment before meeting the concerned eyes of Jungkook with matching knitted eyebrows. "Believe that I am not entrusting you with her life, but that the feeling in your heart of wanting to protect her is inevitable. No matter if the knot remains untied."

He opens his mouth, but the words he could not formulate were taken away quickly by Circe's chuckle, waving him off.

"I know what you'll say," she raises an eyebrow, lips curling and eyes creating crescents. "But if anything happens in the future, must you know you have my blessing."

"Circe," he begins.

"She'll appreciate this kitten," Circe interrupts, smiling at how the kitten inhaled and exhaled, curling in its ball with comfort of the soft fleece blankets. "I'm sure you don't want her to know it came from you, perhaps?"

There is a knowing look that the two share, one of pure guise. "May it be our little secret."

"Among thousands," Circe nods, one in which Jungkook does the same. "Will this be the last time we meet?"

"I would hope not."

"Then I bid you farewell, either for now or forever," Circe smiles, a weak curl of her lips, an evident form that made Jungkook realize that she looked much older than before— the gray hairs, her smile lines and forehead wrinkles. It all reminded Jungkook that she is, in fact, a pure mortal, withering faster than most. It scares him, but it makes him curious as to her motive despite him knowing that she did it out of love.

As he leaves the ebony kitten in Circe's hands to give to her daughter's possession, he departs her property with the lingering thought that maybe— perhaps people really do scary things out of love.

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[biribaa]

Yandere!Outsiders x human!reader headcanons(200 followers special)

yipee 200+ people in the world who are interessed in my writing. Thank yall, never thought my romantic scenarions thoughts would make some people happy lol, mainly bcuz i never dated someone and also bcuz im demiromantic so thought it was all just a bad romance coming from a 12 years old mf but dont get me wrong I rlly like my writing, but just bcuz I like it doesnt mean people around me will like it, but (impressively), no. Again, I thank you for having good taste

TW/CW: Yandere behavior, death, violantion, killing, manipulation, gaslight

Momo

Definitely one of the most jealous of all the others, but being jealous doesn't mean being violent. Momo easily gets jealous and if you communicate way too much with others, for sure at one time or another Momo will lock you in his house and take care of you himself.

But among them all, Momo is the one who feels most guilty about his own actions, the only thing he wanted is to have you in his arms! It's not his fault he has so many people to get in the way.

Shy, actually. Whether you're mad that he locked you in forever or not, he's hesitant to show you affection no matter how much he wants to. After all, look at you compared to him. You are a being of pure kindness who blessed him with your presence, he is nothing but a crumb, a miserable and dirty crumb, he shouldn't even have the right to look as grandiose as you.

Momo is the one who most prevents violence among all, either with you or with other people. But, if the case is really accurate, like someone finding out about his obssesion for you, Momo will have no choice but to make a quick kill.

For someone who kidnapped you and locked you in their own house, Momo respects you very well and wants to prevent you from getting uncomfortable, mainly your personal space. Okay, but let's imagine the following scenario: You escaped, well, you made an attempt to escape, but Momo got you back, how will he act after that? Momo will try to get closer to you and watch you more, trying to prevent such a thing from happening again.

Momo is happy with any kind of compliment or physical affection coming from you, whether it was accidental or not, he is so grateful and dumbfounded that he is so lucky to have you, he still doesn't believe he will be the first companion who will receive affection from you, not just anyone, but you, he feel so, SO luck and grateful for having gained a measly touch from your delicate fingers.

Doc

Very caring, yet, very dangerous.

Doc takes care of you, he's kind and sweet friend, but that doesn't mean he has another side he wants to prevent you from getting to know. His obsession. His sick, disgusting, annihilating obsession towards you. Doc could spend minutes, hours, days, weeks and even years explaining how big his obsession is for you.

Doc is not an idiot, he is a strategist, and don't doubt me when I tell you that he is going to make one of the biggest strategies of his life to eliminate all those in the way and have only you.

Doc loves to offer help to you, he's almost always willing to help, even when he's definitely busy, he's willing to help you with anything.

Besides helping you, Doc also gives you lots of gifts to make you happy mainly because that's the main thing he wants to see from you, happiness.

Honestly, Doc doesn't even care if he's dating you or not, he just wants to see you well and healthy, and Doc could eliminate anyone who might be causing the opposite. Don't get me wrong, Doc would absolutely love to have you cuddle next to him, but he'd rather have a happy reader than a sad, partner reader.

"Oh, pff, they? Don't you worry, dear, I had a chit chat with they."

If Doc can't have you on his side all the time, fine, he'll find a way, he'll find a way to bring your presence to his house. I'm not talking about kidnapping, I'm talking about photos, personal and/or non-personal items, and clothes. You don't understand, Doc can't control his obsession, he has to find a way to satisfy it.

Zbaltazar

Probably the most creepy.

Doc makes absurd strategies to get closer to you, with a big sweet vibe, Zbaltazar on the other hand, focuses more on killing the victims, and he's not afraid to announce it, it's cold, and bitter. And what's sinister isn't the fact that he kills, it's the way he reacts, he kills companions as if he does it every day, it even seems to be boring to him.

Zbaltazar will manipulate you and gaslight you, and make you totally dependent on him and make you afraid of the rest of the world just for you to always seek him and have only him as a help option

Zbaltazar just doesn't mind grabbing you with his dirty hands from the last elimination. After all, why would you run away in fear? You depend on him, you can't just get out without him.

Zbaltazar convinces you to stay with him with rewards like food, water, affection, etc.

Zbaltazar also tries to gaslight you to believe that everyone—except Zbaltazar—are lying and fake people so you can only be with him.

you didn't fall for Zbaltazar's manipulation? Too bad, now you've been kidnapped to be with him, that's the only option he can find 100% effective to finally have you.

It's very uncomfortable to stay in Zbaltazar's apartment, even alone you always feel watched...

If you try to run away, and then get caught, Zbaltazar will punish you so you don't make the same mistake again. And NO I'm not talking about sexual things, that would be r#pe and I hate to write about it, I'm talking about locking you in a dark room to see where the peak of your sanity goes.

"Lovely. All these attempts of yours are lovely, I really, really admire your determination. Unfortunately, all these attempts are completely useless."

Clementine.

The way Clementine is aggressive is scary even to me.

Clementine will ALWAYS show you and everyone else that she is in charge, she always puts her hand on your waist or shoulders so people are aware that you belong to her, and she will always send an aggressive and uncomfortable look at people who have been with you for a long time.

Clementine doesn't even try hiding it, sometimes when you're walking with her down the street she might take a bat, but if the case is something more romantic or you got mad at her because of her violent personality, she will try to take a smaller weapon and hide it, or just prepare her fists.

WAY too protective, Clementine would definitely stop everything she's doing if she hears someone is flirting with you.

But ignoring all of Clementine's completely aggressive character, she does want to do sweet and romantic things with you, and she's not even that abusive and invasive, it's actually cute. Head in lap, cuddles with rain outside, making food together, yep, sweet things.

Of course, Clementine has her limits of patience with you. If you run away too much, there will come a time when Clementine will just snap ande scream at you like a insane person, she yells at you like an angry person but she talks about things like how she is madly in love with you and how she does everything for you but you are not satisfied and etc. Minutes later or almost immediately, Clementine will apologize, and offer you some alone time (don't get your hopes up she locked the doors and windows).

Yandere Clementine is much quieter than she ever was, and her entire silence is already menacing, her gaze? Even more, and her bat? If someone quote, their brains will already be all over the floor.

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[diorkittys]

play pretend ˚ ♡ ⋆｡ clementine + reader

synopsis - “oh, hey, sentinels, didn’t—uh, see you there. lemme just—WABOW!” you twirled around, a finger gun holding your full-length mirror hostage. clementine couldn’t believe her eyes—seeing you fully costumed in her clothes, pretending to be her. oh, you were the cutest thing.

—TW - none rlly , the term ‘girlfriend’ used on the reader , tooth-rotting ‘i want what they have’ clawing at the walls fluff

now… you had a completely valid and understandable reason for this.

your girlfriend, as rushed as ever, had left in such a hurry—for something you couldn’t have possibly comprehended from her blurb of mumbled together words.

she’d been so quick! running around her apartment, scrabbling together everything she needed. her thoughts going a mile per second (you thought she’d overheat) that she forgot the two things she never leaves without.

the two things that she left laying on her bed.

the two things you stumbled upon on your way to sprawl on pillows.

her signature beige flat cap and red-ish-orange scarf.

it was only natural to be a little curious about them!

to wonder what to do with them.

to think for a moment about running after her, yelling ‘you forgot these!’. but she was definitely long gone by now and where’s the fun in that?

you had two things right in front of you that you never ever got to really touch, experiment with—not without them being glued to clementine.

of course your first instinct was to poke and prod at them—you’re only human, and that’s what humans do best, don’t they?

and one poke turned into a pet, and the hat that was once in your hands was suddenly atop your head, and one thing lead to another and-

“oh my god, this thing is soft.”

and warm. very warm. you’d expected the scarf to be somewhat itchy, but it felt just like a blanket.

you were curled up inside it, twisting it around your neck and letting the rest engulf your body. the cap was somewhat big, looking awkward on your head; though, you couldn’t pass up the opportunity to wear something of clementine’s.

it was that moment of playing around with the clothing that you caught a glimpse of yourself in the reflection of a tea tray. you stared at yourself, holding the hat up to stop it from falling over your eyes.

you looked just like clementine… if clementine was human and wore oversized hats and scarves.

and that’s what led to your brilliant idea.

so now, here you stood, in front of a full-length mirror you carried out of the bathroom and into the living room.

accompanied by none other than your girlfriend’s scarf and cap donning your body.

and with the help of some old, worn, brown pants you found at a flea market a while back (and a marker to draw on her ‘kiss me’ tattoo), your look was complete.

you smiled at yourself in the mirror, twirling around to view your hard work. even the black boots you had tucked your pants into looked like something clem would wear… if she had actual feet that is.

but what you didn’t take into account, was the fact that your very own fashion inspiration could arrive home at any minute.

…

like how she was right now, with pixelized sweat dripping down her screen and tired eyes as she climbed up and into the bathroom window.

sometimes being a wanted criminal and having to board up your front door is very inconvenient.

but she manages.

with a gentle thump onto tile floor, clementine sighed, brushing away dirt from her pants. she had not expected her errands to take so excruciatingly long.

and the most annoying part was that all of her connections barely recognized her without her hat and scarf…

she made a ‘-_-‘ face at her frustration, screen glitching. god, how could she forget the two most obvious-

“oh, no, i have nowhere to go!”

she paused, a question mark replacing her expression. clem slowly approached the bathroom doorway, peaking out in search of the overtly fake voice.

from the moodily-light living room was her girlfriend, wearing-

wearing her clothes?

her eyes widened in surprise, watching in secret as you continued your make-believe show. you were faced away from her, hands on your cheeks in fake shock.

“whoosh!” you sounded.

“oh, hey, sentinels, didn’t—uh, see you there. lemme just—WABOW!” you twirled around, a finger gun holding your full-length mirror hostage.

clementine couldn’t believe her eyes—seeing you fully costumed in her clothes, pretending to be her.

oh, you were the cutest thing.

now, instead of her previous exasperation for leaving behind her hat and scarf, she was glad she’d went without them… because watching you play pretend was certainly better.

“gotta… escape… on the run… with my… awesome parkour moves…” you slowly ran over to the pillows on the floor, laying down and rolling over because, obviously, that’s some amazing parkour.

you got up, fixing your falling cap, and jumped over the round coffee-table… or more accurately used it as a boost to jump off.

oh my god.

clem wished she could record this moment—keep it forever… partially because it was so adorable… and partially because she would definitely laugh about it with the other outsiders.

you did one last epic parkour move by climbing up the latter on the bookshelf and hopping down in front of the mirror again.

you thought for a minute onto what to say next before grinning, hurriedly getting back into ‘character’.

“momo, doc, baltzyyy! good to see you guys—JUST KIDDING!” you retracted your hand from the fake handshake, pointing finger-guns at the glass again and-

“pew, pew, pew! fuck you guys, i’m the best outsider.” and you ran off to roll over furniture again.

clementine was sweating, trying her best to contain fits of laughter. her friends wouldn’t like this part as much, but she could argue this is the most factual and best scene of the whole thing.

… did you really think she was the best outsider?—not that it’s a competition or anything…

you were out of breath by the time you were back in front of your reflection—or should you say, clementine’s reflection. you fixed your outfit, flattening out the places that were messy after all of your exercise.

your eyes sparkled—something your girlfriend always loves to see… ‘reminds me of what the surface would look like’ she’d say—and you had your next scene ready.

“oh, my lovely girlfriend… you are the best thing that’s ever happened to me. i love you sooo much.” you rested a hand on the frame of the mirror, leaning in for a fake kiss.

“mwah, mmmmwah!”

lines appeared underneath clem’s eyes and she stared with a flustered, but smug expression.

she decided this had gone on long enough—long enough for her mainframe to spark and short-circuit.

she finally came out of hiding, moving to rest against the wall. not noticeable to you, however, as you were still puckering your lips to an animate object.

“lovely girlfriend, huh?”

and you jumped, yelping as you spun around so fast you were sure you got whiplash.

oh god…

oh god, oh god, oh god!

two words stuck on loop, screaming inside your brain—because only a few feet away from you was clementine… who’d seen an entire kissing scene between you and… her—you and you? though, you prayed she’d only made it for the end.

“clem—clementine! hi, haha…”

you were so hot, so utterly hot in the face. your cap fell over your eyes again and you thanked it from shielding you from the complete embarrassment you were experiencing.

but when you picked it back up and readjusted it on your head, your self-consciousness came back tenfold.

clementine looked purely amused, with a glitchy smirk on her screen and arms folded, beginning to walk over to you.

she disregarded your stuttered greeting, “i wouldn’t say lovely… maybe more along the lines offff…”

each step closer to you made you sweat and you were frantically looking away, anywhere but her. she made it kind of difficult, though, when she stopped right in front of you, towering over.

she flicked the beige hat off your head, dropping it into her hands, all while watching you, pixels lidded.

“goofy.”

she laughed, fixing the headpiece atop her monitor. you furrowed your brows, huffing about your stolen costume.

she pinched your cheek, “my goofy girlfriend.”

you groaned, gaining courage before asking the question you didn’t really want the answer to, “… how long… were you standing there?”

she glanced over to the brick she was leaned on and back to you, “there? a couple minutes.”

you sighed a breath of relief.

“the rest of the time i was watching from the bathroom.”

you groaned louder, dropping your head onto her torso. she smiled, rubbing your back.

“…you saw the whole thing?”

“i didn’t know you think my parkour skills are awesome.”

“clem!”

you picked your head up to glare at her, horrified. she chuckled, pushing you back a bit to unravel her scarf from your body.

“hey, i liked it! got the clothes spot on, hm?” she motioned to the brown pants and the red felt.

“it’s rude to stalk people in human morals.”

“not rude when it’s about you!”

you puffed and she shook her head, “it was cute.” that burning heat crept all over your body now, she simply smiled.

a thought popped back into her mind and she tapped a finger under her screen, “one question, though.” you looked up at her expectingly.

“do you really think i’m the best outsider?”

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[nilolol30]

Reader kissing the bots screens:

Momo: an Instant heart on his screen he's aware how difficult it is for a kiss due to him not having a month but their version of a kiss is to tap their speakers on your mouth so he'd cover your face with his kisses right back.

Doc: a big smile appears on his screen he'd instantly pulls you in for a hug and his version of a kiss.

Clementine: she's gonna milk this and request for another kiss and another until you ask her for a kiss she would tease a bit but of course she can't deny her loving partner.

Blazer: very smug about it even more so in public of course he'd flirt a bit having his speaker close to your lips he won't be mean though and will give you a lil kiss too

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i saw you were looking for requests !! hehe. well if it wouldnt trouble you, i'd like to send in a request for stray !! ive noticed a lot of momo x reader circling around so id like to shine light on the other companions for requested x readers !!

so might i request a clementine x nonbinary!reader ¿ human, ai, companion, etcetera, doesnt *need* to be a human reader. ik since a lot of nonbinary people don't use just they/them, could the reader use xe/they pronouns ¿

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Hi 💫! Sorry for the late reply,(I don’t check my inbox often) I will try my best! (Also I’m not sure if it’s gonna be human or robot reader when writing this)

(Stray) clementine x non-binary!reader

Probably gonna be hinted that reader is human, i have no idea 🤷

(Clementine is non-binary in this, sorry if it’s not what you wanted.)

(Fluff)

(OOC clementine)

(Set in 2/3rd pov

Being apart of the outsiders, was…interesting. To say the least, you had an entire gang of robots ready to help you, and vice versa. Although you had a great relationship with all of them, clementine was the one you bonded with the most, to the point of living with her. She knew you were non-binary, although it took a few tries at explaining. It all worked out in the end! And right now you were sitting with her while she was taking a ’nap’ , you were reading a random magazine you found. “Y/n?” You turn around to see clementine powered on, “good morning Clem,” you said while smiling and putting down the magazine. “Y/n, can you…explain non-binary to me again..?”

“Oh, well non-binary is an umbrella term for a lot of things,” you say, a bit confused. “No-no just non-binary not the umbrella term,” she waves her hands, “oh well Non-binary or genderqueer is an umbrella term for gender identities that are not solely male or female‍—‌identities that are outside the gender binary. being non-binary means that they don't identify as exclusively male or female. Some non-binary people may feel like they're a blend of both genders, while others may feel like they don't identify with either gender.” You explain to her, “but being non-binary can also just be gender identity, gender identity and pronouns are very different!” You say while clementine is listening intently, “like you can be non-binary and use she/they pronouns or be male and use they/them pronouns.” You say smiling whilst doing so. Clementine starts to look puzzled, “and there’s neo pronouns!” You say excited, “neo pronouns?” Clementine repeats. “Yea! I mean I use neo pronouns, remember??” You’ve been using neo pronouns and they/them for a good while, despite it taking a LONG while to explain it to the outsiders AND how to pronounce it. “Oh. I forgot, sorry” Clementine has a guilty expression on her face, “it’s ok, I can explain it again?” She nods fast, “ok so-

3 hours later…•

“And that’s all about non-binary and neo pronouns, and the umbrella term!” You say happily, glad with the fact you no longer had to explain it. “Y/n,” “yes Clem?” “I think i might be non-binary,” you immediately jump up, both from joy and shock at this new revolution from clementine. “Really?! That’s great!” You say with joy, smiling. “Yea.. can you use they/she for me?” They ask quietly, “of course I can!!” You yell with joy. “Let’s go tell the others!” “Yea i would enjoy that” . The both of you walk out and start the journey to the outsiders, chatting and having fun along the way.

It may have taken 3hours but it was worth it for clementine to figure out themselves.

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[awriterscollective]

fandom. — stray.

pairings. — clementine (+ other outsiders) + cyborg!teenage!reader. { familial. }

format. — one-shot.

warnings. — mention of cryosleep. aggressive reader.

a/n. — can you tell who my favourite girlboss is? anyways this is before the cat gets trapped in the walled city.

it was something that was odd to you, the companions having human thoughts and emotions. something that felt like it was from one of those horror movies or games, where the robots rose against the humans. but you were quick to learn it wasnt quite like that.

when you were found, it was quick to be seen that something had been clearly wrong with your body. when you woke up from the cryosleep, only certain parts felt numb, but you couldnt get up, couldnt move before you lost what little sliver of consciousness you had barely gained. when you woke up, however, you felt warm, and quite different. thats when you officially met the outsiders, as well as learned more about the current events. you learned that the cryosleep had damaged your body in some irreversible ways, so with the proper equipment and the intent to keep you alive, he had amputated your frozen body parts and replaced them along with any starting to fail organs.

so now, you had a robotic right arm and left leg, not to mention the small excess of robotic organs housed inside your body. you even had been given a translator to help you better understand those around you. and youd be lying if you said it hadnt scared you at first. but the more you got used to the new body parts, the easier it got. eventually they didnt feel that heavy anymore.

gradually, as you recovered from the frozen solitude of your own memories and dreams, you started to recover your personality. but due to this, you grew more aggressive. it was never misplaced, or super consistent.

it was almost like outbursts that came with anger, and even outbursts of excited or playful energy. although it was surprising at first, everyone managed to get used to it, as well as figuring out how to calm you down. be it someone holding you down until your aggression went away or just forcing yourself to sleep. at least, this was only during your angry outbursts. your excited and playful outbursts of aggression, although still concerning, were quite funny to deal with as you held yourself back from showing your aggressive affection and happiness.

and sooner rather then later, you found yourself loving your new way of life. being around robots that werent quite physically human comforted you. you preferred them over any human you've met in your life time. but the ones you felt closest to were the outsiders; especially clementine, who, as time passed, reminded you more and more of your mother.

her brave demeanor, the fond protectiveness over those she cared about, and even the way she spoke to you and the other companions. it wasnt a bad thing. it was a good thing. she made you feel safe and secure, just like clementine did. so how could you stop yourself from jumping on the opportunity to join clementine and zbaltazar on their trek through the sewers, all in hopes to get closer to opening the ceiling.

and that's how you were where you were now.

maybe a decade or two has passed at this rate, but you didnt feel any older– you didnt look any older. you werent aging, not like you had before. you didnt showcase the symptoms of aging, your body frozen in time to stay the same age, a measly fifteen years old. although, you only felt like you were sixteen, but perhaps with how long youd been frozen, you were probably in actuality, a couple hundred to maybe a couple million years old.

you, clementine, and zbaltazar had all opted to stay at antvillage for the time being. during your trek through the sewers, those... oversized ticks managed to chew through the metal of one of his legs, as well as the middle of his torso. so the three of you waited to get more parts, in hopes to try and repair zbaltazar. neither you or clementine wanted to leave him, but it was obvious the two of you were getting tired of waiting.

you werent paying attention to the chatter of the companions in the background as your mind wandered off into your thoughts, memories of the time before these companions filling your head. idly, you sat near the ledge of the second floor, your legs swaying back and forth over the edge, arms hanging beside you, fingers hooked under the bottoms of your shorts. youd be lying if you said it wasnt warmer here then it was in the slums. it was a nice warmth, even if you couldnt fully feel it. not anymore, at least.

you were pulled from your train of thought when you heard someone approach and sit beside you, speaking before you could look over at them with a small nudge to your side. “ you look pretty spaced out over here, ” she commented, looking towards where your gaze had been fixated before turning to actively look at you, who chuckled nervously.

“ oh really¿ ” you mumbled out anxiously, rubbing the warmed up metal of your robotic arm, looking away almost shyly. to you, the momentary silence was awkward and uncomfortable, until clementine spoke once again. “ its not a bad thing, but— nevermind, ” she shook her head, adding onto the sentence she backed out from. “ i wont pry into whatever youre thinking, ” her screen flashed to a smile, which you couldnt help but smile back at.

“ can i see z, now¿ ” you asked, partially anxious for the answer, hoping it wouldnt be a no. to your surprise, clementine simply chuckled, ruffling your naturally coloured hair before standing up. “ thats why i was coming to get you, zbalt wanted to see you before we get going. ” instantly, you perked up, no longer wasting a moment to get to your feet, stumbling over your own limbs before speaking with excitement as you started to follow the companion to the ladder, hands being clenched repeatedly in your attempt to contain the excited aggression.

“ hes fixed now¿ we– we can all go now¿ ” you couldnt hold back the happiness in your voice at the thought that the three of you would get the ability to travel to midtown together. but just as fast as your excitement was built up, it got tumbled down at the switch or facial features on clementines screen. a “ not quite. ” was all you got before the two of you got to the ladder, earning a confused, “ what¿ ” before she started climbing, earning what sounded like an upset sigh from clementine.

“ its been too long; no one in the village has the parts we need, and we dont have anyone who could even help fix him. so he told us we should go on without him... but he wants to see you before we go. ” clementine explained, her metaphorical heart shattering in her chest hatch as she saw your own shatter behind your eyes. she watched as your shoulders slouched, your once excited anticipation for leaving with zbaltazar as well burning down in flames. however, she hesitated before carefully grabbing your upper arms, pulling your smaller frame into an embrace.

it took you a moment to process the gesture before you returned the hug, feeling her rub circles into your back in an attempt to soothe you. it took you longer to speak, even if just by a few seconds. “ we'll come back for him, right¿ ”

“ of course we are. now you shouldnt keep him waiting. ”

moving up the ladders wasnt too much of a difficulty, and once you were on zbaltzar's level, you had taken a crouched seat infront of him, clementine waiting for you not too far away as you spoke with the damaged companion. but by the time it came for you to leave, you fell asleep beside zbaltazar, who started recharging not so long after. your small frame was carefully leaned against the companion, who managed to reach one arm around you in a sleeping side-hug. clementine at some point had given up on trying to wake you to go, settling for sitting beside the two of you before shutting down to recharge as well.

this work belongs to meteorite: please do not repost or claim my work as your own.

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[pinksparklelps]

WELCOME TO MY BLOG !!!

I am your beloved host Sparky and im nonbinary and use she/they/it/dusk pronouns :) i am also lesbian and demisexual!

I have autism, and am diagnosed with depression and anxiety so please be patient ^^ (tone indicators are VERY welcome!)

My interests are:

Stray, Cattails, Warrior Cats, Wings of Fire, Inscryption, Hollow Knight, Subnautica, Stardew Valley, Sky: Cotl, Cookie Run, Jsab, Fnaf, hfjone, Bfb/Tpot, Raft, Nitw, Wolfquest, Portal, Journey, Oneshot, Acnh, Will You Snail?, PCE, ect

Fun facts about me!

My favorite animals are birds, foxes, and stoats

I’ve memorized all of Citizen Soldier’s songs

I have 4 guinea pigs and 2 birds

I am a cyborg (half deaf, so i have an implant)

I absolutely fuckin love the stars and moon

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