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nyxmisfortune · 8 months
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Happy Birthday!!
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Paring-Mumbo Jumbo, Grian, Scar x reader [seprate] 
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Summary-How the Hermits would help you celebrate your birthday
Warnings-None
Notes-As a happy birthday to this blog, the reader gets to celebrate their birthday! This does take place in summer so sorry to everyone with winter birthdays! [It’s me, I’m the one with the winter birthday] I might write one for Impulse Pearl and Xisuma later
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Mumbo Jumbo
I think he would plan a cute picnic! 
He has everything, flowers, the red checkered blanket, and food Scar totally didn’t help him make
It’s really cute and he treats you so nicely
It is your birthday after all
And of course, what is a picnic without a surprise?
Mumbo had Insisted the two of you stay out late, though, you didn’t quite know why. You watched the sun go down and thought that was what he wanted to stay out for, but no. He insisted that if you’d just wait, you’d love what was to come.
So you wait. 
And wait. 
And wait. 
You wait till The moon is high in the sky. “Mumbo, I think it’s time to-” You’re cut off by Mumbo pointing at something “Look!” You look to where he’s pointing only to find a little firefly. You watch the little bug flutter around. Soon, there’s more until the whole valley is lit up with tiny lights. It looks magical like the stars came down to make a show just for you.
Mumbo smiles “Suprise” 
Grian
He takes the day off from his little prank war with Doc to spend time with you.
You have to make him promise he won’t wake you up at 6 AM this year 
He takes you out for lunch
This man is taking you flying, whether you have wings or not.
You’re woken up by a loud thump. You sit up in bed, confused until you realize the pesky bird just slammed himself into your window, thinking it was an open gap. You have to hold in laughter as you run downstairs to go make sure he’s ok.
You quickly change out of your night clothes and run downstairs and outside. Grian is dusting himself off when he sees you and his eyes light up. “There you are! Right on time!” Before you can ask questions you’re being swept up into his arms.
He shoots off into the sky and you have to cling to him so you don’t fall. “GRIAN!” You yell, have to scream to be heard over the rushing wind. Finally, he slows down “Yes Y/n?” 
“What do you think you’re doing?” You ask, a mock scolding tone to your voice. “Taking you to lunch!” He says cheerily
Scar
The whole day is spent doing whatever you’d like to do. 
You want to go to the shopping district? Scars got Diamonds. You want to walk around Scarland? He’ll give you the best tour. Just want to cuddle in bed? He’s more than happy to do that!
The one thing that is for sure is that he’s waking you up with breakfast
No guarantee on how it turns out tho
You’re woken up to the smell of something burning. You quickly get out of bed and head downstairs. You head into the kitchen to find Scar making breakfast. 
“Scar is something burning?” 
“Just my love for you~” 
“Scar the toaster is on fire” 
“THE TOASTER IS WHAT!?” 
He quickly whips around and does his best to put out the fire. You sigh and smile. “Scar, the fire extinguisher.” Scar pauses for a moment before grabbing the fire extinguisher and putting out the fire. 
You can’t help but laugh, and give Scar a hug “Thanks for making breakfast” Scar smiles and kisses your forehead “Of course. Happy birthday Y/n”
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nyxdelanuit · 5 months
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"If I were to suddenly disappear, would you notice?" With Mammon or Levi :3c
Haha, I think I may have gotten a bit carried away by this one. But here is my first "mini"-fic of the season~ To request a mini-fic, submit an ask with a character along with a word or phrase!
If I Disappear
Levi x GN MC, some sad language, cuddles and stuff <3
You were attending yet another event in the Devildom, and honestly… you were getting a little tired of it all. You loved spending time with all of the boys, of course! You just didn’t understand why it seemed like there was some big event every other week! It was all a bit much, and you started to miss just hanging around and being lazy for a weekend.
It seemed like someone shared your feelings as you watched Levi slink out of the room and down the hall. Probably going to unwind before you snuck in for a late-night gaming and anime sesh. Maybe it was another one he wanted to prepare for! Get his room settled just the way he wanted with lights and decorations, prepare some snacks that were featured in the anime, or something like that. You loved it when you got to see him shine so happily and explain in minute detail what made each thing relevant. 
You had half a mind to follow him now, all the bodies filling the room and the endless chatter was starting to feel a bit claustrophobic. Unfortunately for you, every time you found yourself turning to the exit, another pair of excitable eyes fell on you. It seemed like an endless loop of getting dragged into conversations and dancing before you finally were able to slip through the heavy doors. 
With a relieved sigh, you scurried off to your home away from home and into your room. After an event like this, you knew it was unlikely that Levi would let you leave after a few mere hours, so you had to change into something a bit more comfortable. 
By the time you left your room, the sky was dark and the house was still silent. The rest of the boys must have found something that sparked their interests. You doubt they’d be back any time soon. Perfect for a lazy night with arguably the most jealous of the boys. It put a pep in your step you had been severely lacking earlier in the day.
You stepped up to Levi’s door, confused that the silence had followed you all the way here. Usually, he had something on as he got ready, and he had never once forgotten when the two of you had plans like this. You thought on it for a moment before quietly knocking, just letting him know that you were about to peek in.
You opened the door slowly, giving him time to say something if he needed to, but the room was pitch dark, only letting in the glow from the hallway and the ambient light scattered by the large tank making up the back of his room. 
It was just enough light to let you find the outline of Levi, sitting in his bathtub. It was a rare sight to see, him just sitting there. No controllers or manga in his hands, no catchy theme songs or bubbly character voices filling the air. It was an eerie scene, and if you weren’t so concerned, you may have just left Levi to his brooding. 
“Levi? It’s me… I’m coming in…” If he had responded at all, you didn’t hear it. You closed the door behind you, letting the softly tinted light of Henry’s tank lead you forward. 
“Levi?” You reached out carefully, trying to see in the low light if maybe he had his headphones on… but no, you swore your hand just brushed by them as you knelt next to his bathtub-bed. 
He gives a soft hum in acknowledgment this time, not looking your way. 
“What’s going on? Did you forget our plans? I’m surprised you’re not halfway through the TSL special again~” That usually perks him up, and you were down to watch it again if that meant it would get Levi out of this funk. 
“Would you…” his words start softly and fade so quickly, you can only catch a few words.
“What? I can’t hear you…” You lean in, trying to show him that you want to listen. 
“Would.. I-if..” he suddenly looks over at you, his eyes half-lidded and brimming with emotion. “If I were to suddenly disappear, would you notice?” Gone was your sweet, jealous boy with wide eyes that sparkled at the slightest mention of his interest, and left in his place was insecure, fearful Levi. It just about broke your heart, seeing the vulnerability he hides behind his otaku armor. 
“Are you serious? Of course, I would!” You follow your urge to climb into the bathtub with him, ignoring the way he tenses and sputters.
“W-what are you doing?! I sleep here! T-This is like climbing into a normie’s bed, you know!” The sad look hadn’t left his eyes, but color flamed on his cheeks. 
“Quiet!” You had tried to find a way to fit the both of you, but the positioning was awful. Luckily, Levi was so nervous about accidentally touching you that he raised his hands up by his face, giving you more than enough room to arrange yourself on his lap, looking straight at him. 
“I-I don’t understand! Why w-would you! You’re on my lap! On purpose?” Poor boy can’t keep up with all this, especially not with the way you’re grabbing his hands to lower them. You ignore all of that anyway and keep moving forward, wanting to make sure you address the question before anything else.
“Of course, I would notice. I did notice! I saw you leave earlier and I wanted to follow you. I tried to follow you, actually.”  His embarrassment was slowly morphed into confusion. 
“N-no, you didn’t! It took you forever to get here! And you were having so much more fun with everyone else than you do here!” You laughed, not realizing how mean that could come off. But it’s Levi, and he knows you. He’ll wait for an explanation, even if he feels his face heating up even further.
“I spent all day looking forward to this! I’m a little offended that you haven’t gotten anything ready… Seriously, I would have followed you out if I hadn’t gotten stopped like a thousand times.” You smiled as you watched him grow quiet. He needed to process what you had just said, and the way he was searching your face was letting you know he wanted to believe you.
“You really mean that? You’d rather sit in here with a stinky otaku than party with all those normies?” You pretended to think about that for a moment before sighing. 
“Yeah. As long as you stop talking like that, I thought we were past the whole normie vs. otaku thing. And if you get too stinky, I’ll just ban you to the tank~” You gave him a good-hearted laugh.
“Even if all we do is play dumb games and watch the same shows all the time?” You sighed and leaned forward, wrapping your arms around his neck. He didn’t know just how good that sounded to you.
“Especially if we play dumb games and watch the same shows~” You could almost feel him growing warmer underneath your touch.
“Did you mean to do that? Did you fall? Or slip?” His panic only makes you giggle, tightening your hold on him when you feel his hand brush against your back and pull away again.
“Yeah, I meant to. I want to cuddle with you. Maybe we can watch something too?” His hands finally settle on your back after he takes a deep breath. 
“Y-you can pick this time…” His voice shakes, but his touch becomes more confident, sliding his arms around you to hold you close. It gives him hope, being able to hold you like this. He knows for sure that not a single one of his brothers can take you from him as long as you keep this close. 
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manikasu-nyx · 1 year
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christmas duets w/ 5wirl!
since it’s the last day of november it’s officially christmas so expect christmas/winter writings (I would like to do a 25 one shots of christmas think but we’ll see)
I’m editing this at 2 am I just spent two hours writing heizou and venti and they didn’t save and I’m gonna cry
characters/content: aether, kazuha, xiao, heizou, venti, visi0n reader, mean girls reference in xiao’s, characters are probably ooc, author is writing this at 1am with, please bear with her, heizou and venti are rushed cause they didn’t save and author is having a breakdown
aether: walking in a winter wonderland (matt wertz)
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(small a/n: the singer in this cover sounds so much like zach/aether to me??? maybe I just have hearing issues but I swear he does)
“Y/N, your hat!” Aether exclaimed, tossing you your santa hat, pulling his own on and adjusting his mic in the backstage mirror, looking at the small countdown clock that was slowly ticking.
“Thanks, Ae!” You called back, rushing next to him, inspecting yourselves and your matching Santa outfits. Diluc and Childe had decided to do another joint group event for Christmas, but this time it was duets. The two singers were picked from a hat, and you and Aether were the two lucky winners!
You two had decided on a classic song, something simple everyone could sing to, and a song to mainly calm Aether’s nerves. He had claimed it was because since there would be less people on stage, there’d be more eyes on him, but you knew him better than that. Xiao and Lumine did too, seeing as however you mentioned it they changed topic almost immediately. You didn’t press it though, you decided to wait until after the show.
“Okay, you two! Showtime in five!” Childe called, raising his hand for emphasis. Your bandmates, who were also backstage, were ushered away by Diluc, all of them cheering encouragement towards you two. You soon after turned towards Aether, raising your hands up, giving him a smile. “Sing our hearts out, right?”
He looked back at you, before nodding, clasping your hands with a smile. “Right.” You both took a deep breath and let go of each other before you rushed out on stage, waving to the cheering crowd before you. As the music started, you two began your routine, the steps and vocals flowing out of you like a river, the mind-numbing rehearsal helping greatly.
While you two spun and slid across the stage, every time he had the chance, Aether stole a glance at you. Afterwards, when you finished and were talking to the fans, he looked up at the sky. Even though it was cold out, the sky was clear. No sign of snow for a while. He looked back at you, who was having a small bit of banter with Xinyan, giving a smile. Maybe he couldn’t walk in a winter wonderland you now, but he’d be sure to ask at the first sign of snowfall.
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kazuha: santa tell me (ariana grande)
“Kazuha, Y/N. Twenty minutes,” Diluc called, walking back to take care of some more preparations as you two nodded, you shaking your hands and letting out a breath.
“Fuuuu… Okay, you got this, Y/N, you got it…” You sighed out, shaking your hands. Kazuha gave an amused smile, grabbing your hands and holding them gently, causing you to look at him.
“What, you’re nervous? Where was this anxiety at your other shows?” He asked, tilting his head a bit. Ignoring his teasing tone, you looked off to the side, subconsciously squeezing his hands a bit.
“Yeah, yeah, I know, but we don’t normally sing stuff like this. What if I mess up? What if I trip over my outfit? This is very long,” you said, reaching back to lift a piece of fabric that was almost to the floor.
Kazuha shook his head, squeezing your hands once more. “You’ll be fine,” he began, looking at you with soft eyes. “Besides, I’m here. And I always will be, even next year.” You paused to look at him, before letting out a small giggle, raising an eyebrow at him. “Did you really just use a line from our song? Seriously?”
He gave a sheepish grin, leaning forward a bit. “Yes, but it made you laugh, right?” He began, before moving one of his hands up to your cheek, rubbing his thumb across it softly. “And I meant every part of it, Y/N.” You stared back at him, your cheeks heating up, while he leaned forward, his own face a light shade of red as he planted a kiss on your free cheek, placing your foreheads together. “I’m not going anywhere, Y/N. You seem too helpless for me to leave you alone right now, anyway.”
You looked back at him with wide eyes, your mouth fumbling over your words, deciding to focus on his last comment while you processed everything else. “Wh…? Hey, I’m not helpless…!” You said, puffing your cheeks out as he grinned, leaning back from you.
“I’d prove that wrong with another kiss, but we go on in like two minutes and I don’t need you shutting down on me.”
“Wh—?! I wouldn’t—! Kazuha!”
You calmed your blush and expression as best as you could as you followed him on stage, deciding it was for the best for you to just turn off your brain and let your practice take over.
He made good on his word though, and you were short-circuited with a few pecks in no time. Well, at least you got a boyfriend for Christmas, even if it did come with relentless teasing from the others, specifically Lumine and Heizou.
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xiao: jingle bell rock (bobby helms)
“Okay, you all. On in ten,” Diluc said, walking back to the dressing rooms where the rest of Visi0n was, assumingly to make sure they’d be ready to make their own appearance in time. Meanwhile, you were trying to not giggle at the boys in front of you, four of which were varying degrees of embarrassed, while one was doing a much better job of holding back his laughter, although he had a large smirk on his face.
“Not a word, Alatus,” Aether seethed, pinching his fingers for further effect, pulling his dress down. Normally, Xiao would’ve been annoyed at the use of his middle name, but the sight of his bandmates in the dresses from Mean Girls made it hard for him to be mad at anything right then.
“Archons, this is so embarrassing…” Kazuha sighed, pulling his own dress down, his hands stretching the fabric. Venti looked at himself in the mirror, twirling around a bit as he made finger guns.
“Speak for yourself, Kazuha, I’m rocking this look,” the singer said, making poses in the mirror. “I don’t actually mind losing that game of candy poker as much as I did then now,” he said, doing a catwalk you couldn’t help but giggle at, the others rolling their eyes at him.
“Normally, I’d… probably try and use my humor as well, but it’s way too cold to do that. As soon as this show is over I’m putting on the biggest puffer jacket I can find,” Heizou said, rubbing his arms.
“The choreography will warm you up. Lucky there’s no radio for you to kick into someone’s head either, isn’t there?” Xiao said, pulling a laugh from your throat, Aether squinting his eyes at you.
“Hey, don’t laugh, how would you like it if someone put you in a short dress in this weather?!” He exclaimed, your brain immediately seeing an opportunity to tease him.
“Are you saying you want to see me in that dress, Aether?”
“Wha—?!”
“Oooohh, Aether, I’m telling Lumine~”
“Shut up, Hei—“
“Lumine? Why not go straight to Childe? He’s the manager, you know.”
“Venti!!!”
As the time for you to go on stage eventually arrived, with you and Xiao singing as the other four followed through with their cosplay and performed the Mean Girls choreography, Xiao’s mind couldn’t help but go back to the comment about you in a dress. He was glad everyone was too busy to notice him or the flush in his cheeks.
Later on, you two were watching a recording of the show on the couch in his bedroom of the hotel you all were staying in, laughing at the other members, sipping hot chocolate to warm up from the cold. Soon enough, you placed your up down, adjusting under your blanket to face him, placing your legs up on the chair. “Alright, Xiao, what’s up?”
Xiao looked back at you, a bit of confusion in his face, not expecting you to pick up on him fast. Thankfully, for him, he had spent a good amount of time carefully crafting the question he wanted to ask you, the perfect wording in his mi—
“Do you want to go on a date with me?”
Well, that’s all out the window.
“Huh? Oh…!”
As he was mentally cursing himself in three different languages, you looked up at him, already being able to tell he was struggling to express himself. You let out a small sigh, leaning over and pressing a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth, causing his brain to freeze mid-thought. As he opened his mouth, you placed a finger to his lips.
“Yes, I’ll go on a date with you. Yes, I mean it. We can figure out the details later. For now, just try and get your brain unscrambled, okay?” You said, wrapping your arms around him, pulling the blanket around both of you. Xiao simply gave a nod, wrapping his arms around you, placing his chin on your figure, looking back at the laptop where you were already putting on a movie for yourselves to watch.
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heizou: last christmas (wham!)
You closed your eyes as Barbara powdered some blush onto your face, Xinyan and Yun Jin fixing up your hair, Lumine holding your hand on your free side. You were all talking a bit before you had to go on stage, trying to calm your nerves.
“So you get to go on with Heizou! That’s really great, I’m glad for you, Y/N. Especially since you like him, right?” Barbara asked, you giving a small hum of affirmation, opening your eyes to look at the mirror, rotating your head to look at your appearance.
“Yeah… Although I’m nervous. You know how he is, he definitely knows. I don’t know why he hasn’t said anything about it, though. I really think he just doesn’t like me back.” You said, almost immediately being met with various protests.
“Hey, ‘m sure Heizou likes ya back just as much, m’kay? Maybe he just doesn’t know how to say it, s’all,” Xinyan said, Yun Jin nodding and adding on to her statement. “Yeah, people who are observant over others normally aren’t too observant about themselves, right?” She said, you giving a small sigh.
“Yeah, I guess you’re right… I think I’m gonna ask him later, and if I don’t get a yes, I’ll just move on from him. I don’t want a repeat of… you know.” You said, all of the girls nodding and hugging you from all sides, squeezing you gently.
“Of course, you deserve at least that much. And no matter what happens, we’ll always be here for you, right?” Lumine said, a small chorus of agreement followed as you reached up, cherishing the bandmates who meant the world to you.
“Alright, now go out there and kill it!” Lumine said, the other three cheering with her as you stood, taking a deep breath and heading behind the curtain.
You walked next to Heizou, who seemed to be in thought about something, quickly snapping out of his thoughts with a smile towards you. “Y/N! Ready to go out there and sing?” He asked, raising a hand for you to squeeze. You looked back at him, before forcing a smile, nodding and gently, briefly squeezing his hand. He found it odd, but there was no time to address it, he’d just have to ask later after his own plans for later that night.
Later on, you and Heizou had met up at a park near your hotel, sitting on the swings next to each other. You had been idly chatting about things for a while, and you had been trying to bring up the courage to ask about his feelings in response to yours. Eventually, you steeled your nerves and plunged into the metaphorical water.
“Heizou, we both know that you know how I feel about you already, so please, just be honest with me. Do you feel the same?” You ask, swallowing back the pleading tone in your voice. Heizou looked over at you, before giving a smile, pulling something out of his coat pocket and handing it to you.
“Well, it’s like George Michael said, right? With a note saying "I love you", I meant it~” he sang, watching as you took the heart shaped box, reading the careful calligraphic on the top.
‘Merry Christmas, Y/N. I’m glad I got to sing with you. Now, let’s keep doing it for the rest of our lives, okay?’
You looked at the redhead, who walked over gently leaning towards you.
“I’m sorry I didn’t say anything before, I just didn’t know how. But, I’m glad I finally did. And you are too, right?” He said, letting out a breathy chuckle as you wrapped your arms around him, leaning in.
“Yes, yes I am,” you said, closing the gap between you two, pressing a soft kiss to his lips in the moonlight.
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venti: all I want for christmas is you (mariah carey)
“Thank you for coming out, everyone! And as always, we’ll see you next time!” Venti said, giving a wave to the crowd who clapped and cheered while you two went off stage. You had just gotten done with one of your many performances of the song that seemed to be the embodiment of Christmas itself. It wasn’t a bad song, mind you, but having to perform it so many times made it very tiring very fast. Well, at least you had Venti to do it with.
Later on, after your final performance for a hit, both of your bands had gathered in the hotel preparing yourselves for the night you all had planned full of Christmas movies, hot chocolate, Christmas cookies, and gingerbread houses.
After a long night of fun with yourself and your bands mates, you found yourself alone on the balcony, reminiscing over the night.
At least, you thought you were alone.
“Y/N? Oh, you’re still up. Is everything alright?”
You looked back at Venti, giving him a nod and a smile as he plopped down on the space next to you on the balcony couch.
“Yeah, I’m okay. Just thinking, y’know? Tonight was fun and all, but it feels like something was missing, is all…” you said, trailing off. Venti gave you a nod, before pointing up, turning your attention towards the ceiling above you.
“Maybe that’s what it was?” He suggested, your face turning red at the prospect. You liked Venti, sue, but the thought of kissing him made you sweat. He looked at you, giving you a grin and leaning forward, giving you a teasing look. “C’mon, Y/N, you know the rules~”
You took a breath, shaking off your nerves. You knew Venti wouldn’t leave you alone about it, and besides, what’s the worst that would happen, right? You resolved to kiss him on the cheek, but like how most cliches go, he ended up tilting his head and kissing you on the lips instead. You felt him softly melting into your warmth, before pulling back, almost too quick for your taste.
He looked at you, grabbing your hands and squeezing them gently, an uncharacteristic nervous blush on his face. “I… didn’t expect that to actually work. But that doesn’t matter. I like you, Y/N. And I hope you like me back too.” He said, waiting for your response.
You looked back, a small smile creeping onto your face, giving him a small nod in response. “Yes, I like you too, Venti,” you said, leaning forward and wrapping your arms around him. He let out a small sigh of relief, leaning into you.
“I’m glad. All I wanted was you. And I actually mean that, not just the song.”
You gave a laugh at his quick end comment, before pulling him back inside, the two of you heading to sit next to each other, holding hands as you drifted off to sleep.
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a-v-j · 7 months
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*Drops this here and runs*
Nyxy vs Error
   “Damn abomination..!” Error shouts as he shoots another attack at Nyxy, They dodge and land behind Error and kicks him in the spine. Error yelps as he falls face first, his eyelights glare at Nyxy as he teleports away from them. “You disgust me..!” He hisses as he wipes the blood from his jaw, Nyxy just stares blankly as their eyes both turn jet black. Error summons a gaster blaster and hood onto it and floats above Nyxy. “Die..!” He yells as more gaster blasters appear and shoot towards Nyxy.
     Nyxy jumps back to fast and too far, they end up dragging their claws into the ground to stop them from getting to far. Their left black eye is now seen with a red glowing eye light. Their maroon hair is a crazy mess as it blows past their face and gaze, Error’s face scrunches up as he summons another blaster. “I hope you die knowing that no one loves you.” He grins darkly as he attacks Nyxy again as he uses his strings to try and hold Nyxy in place.
     They struggle against the strings grip and their body starts to bleed by their pressure. They grit their teeth as Error fires the blaster. Nyxy growls lowly as they tear from the strings and jump high up, they barely miss be ing hit by the blasters laser. Error groans as he sends a barrage of bone attacks towards Nyxy, “why don’t you just die..?!” He shouts at Nyxy. Nyxy barrels rolls under the barrage and jumps back up and dodged the sharp bone that was aimed for their head. They start to open their mouth while Error readied his next attack, he looks at them and his eyesockets went wide.
      Their mouth is open wide and when I mean wide, I mean, Wide. The ends of their lips wide open like a snakes mouth and inside their mouth a paser formed, Error stares in disbelief and shock. “WHAT ARE YOU!?” He yells as he blocks himself with a wall of bones when Nyxy shoots the laser from their mouth. “Your worst Nightmare.” They chuckled as they jump at him and slams his body into the ground, their hand holding his throat to the ground. Error struggles against their grip clawing at their hand, he tried to summon blasters but Nyxy holds Error’s wrists above his head with a death grip.
      They open their mouth once more as a laser forms, Error stares eyesockets wide in first time horror. They start to fire until—
      “Hey big boy, I’m hungry come make me a burger.” Averse appears infront of Nyxy leaning over close to their dying laser mouth. Error stares in utter disbelief and confusion, Averse looks down at Error and winks before Nyxy slams Error’s head into the ground once more knocking him out and stands up. Their body soon turns to normal and so does their eyes, they smile softly at Averse and chuckles. “You want chips with it?” Averse grins and nods, “he’ll yeah.” He climbs onto Nyxy and on his back and goes limp as Nyxy carries him. “What am I gonna do with you pretty boy?@ he rolls his eyelights, and thinks back to the voices. “You can always let me try that popsicle.” Nyxy’s face burns red as their hair flares up. “A-Av!” Averse grins before gritting his teeth a little, “I’m not lyin.”
     Nyxy walks them into a portal. As they walk into the portal Averse pouts, “you didn’t bail me out of jail today.” Nyxy grumbles “I was busy taking care of someone.” Averse glares holed into Nyxy’s head. “You could have saved that for later.” He huffs as Nyxy sets him down onto the couch, “Unless you want this house to be ruined and destroyed, I had to take care of that someone.” Averse grits his teeth once more as he grabs the remote and turns on the TV. Nyxy walks to the kitchen and begins the cooking. Averse is only pretending to be a child. He shook his head and switch through the channels, which is only full of MTT.
     Averse sniffs and he instantly drooled smelling the sweet and juicy sent of hamburgers, he grins widely as he gets up and walks to the kitchen. “What’s cooking, hot stuff?” Nyxy glares at him, “you bring one pun into this kitchen and papyrus will kill me.” Averse laughs as he thinks about killing papyrus if he does, “That’ll be hilarious.” Nyxy flicks him and he hisses, “Not it won’t if you go down with me, idiot.” Averse lovingly flips off Nyxy and sits on the counter, Nyxy continues to cook as Averse watches with content. This little sadistic stubborn cruel skeleton has gone soft, and more tolerant after meeting Nyxy, he thought.
     “So Error, tried to ruin the house?” He asks leaning and resting  his chin on his hand, Nyxy nods and sighs “He was hoping to try and destroy this Au. So I had to stop him or I’d have to find a new one in a diff world.” They shrug as they hand him a plate, chips and a burger. “Enjoy pretty boy.” Averse snickers, “still bad at flirts love.” Nyxy rolls their eye and huffs.
To be continued…
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Makes sense, rando hobo tries to destroy home, husbo protect, wife deescalates situation but, like, in a nyxy and averse way
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nyx2021 · 1 year
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Imagine being in the military and coming home to Val Kilmer.
Warnings: swearing and military stuff.
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Now this man would worry the entire time you were on deployment, it didn’t matter if it was a 3 month deployment for the air force or a 18 month long one for the army/marines or somewhere in between for the navy.
Whilst he would worry he’d be so proud of you that you are willing to sacrifice your life for your country.
Now the leaving process is definitely harder than the coming home as he won’t let go of you when you are about to leave (either at the dock where your ship/carrier is or the airport for your plane to the place your going to.) he’d kiss you long and hard before you had to leave, even going as far to dip you back and remove your cover from you head to shield you from your fellow soldiers/sailors/aviators view.
He’d cherish every call or email you’d make and he’d send you care packages whenever he was able to, consisting usually of one of his hoodies or shirts he’d be wearing recently so you were doused in his scent.
Now when you are coming home:
If you aren’t injured, he’d know you would be extremely tired but happy to be home. He’d pamper you for about a week of your time off after your deployment but then you’d be looked after and he’d always check in on how you were feeling. He’d ensure your mental health was watched as well.
Now if you are injured. It’s a different story… a very different story: if it is a small but substantial wound then he will pamper you and ensure you get checked out by the hospital. Now…. If it is a large wound which has already been sorted out, he wouldn’t let you lift a finger or get out of bed.
Now I’m not going to bring up what would happen if you returned in a coffin. I’m just not.
He’d look after you no matter the way you come
I can’t attach this to my masterlist yet. Sorry
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wrennyx · 9 months
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Screw it,
gives some personal Krow headcanons!
Also, tagging @thekrows-nest !
Given the opportunity to and if you offered, I think Krow would love to doodle on your skin. Chatting with you the whole time, asking what things you'd like, compliments galore. Once he's finished with his work he'd admire and press kisses on the works. Saying however that you were by far the most beautiful art he's ever seen.
Cooking with each other starts to become common place as the relationship develops. Even if you don't or can't cook for any reason it feels right. It's a domestic moment where you can both discuss the day's events with each other. The way he looks at you from where he's working makes you melt every time.
Holding his face, rubbing your thumbs over the scars on his lips makes him feel at ease. You'll notice a soft smile spread across his lips, his eyes shut as he he leans in. The touch soothes him so much, knowing you're right there.
Expect little gifts around your home. Whether it's small sketchs, little carvings, etc. You think he leaves them during his visits. Well, some of them are.
Playing with his hair is commonplace. He especially enjoys it when you style it. Braids are always nice, and various updos, whatever to keep your fingers in his hair. He returns the favor as well, his dexterity from being an artist helping him, and boy is he gentle the whole time.
Well, here's my first headcanons! It's been so long since I've written fan content, but I'm glad to get back into it for this community! I'm open to requests as well, so feel free to climb into my inbox!
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nyxthewriter · 11 months
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❤🧡 Kiribaku drabble 🧡❤️
CW: Mpreg, omega verse.
Pregnant Omega Bakugou would be so so soft but yet aggressive. He'd pop up at his friend's houses to steal blankets and clothes for his nest. And growl at anyone who tried to stop him.
He'd grumble about being claustrophobic and ask why all these extras won't get out of his house. But force them into the giant nest he build in his spare room for a cuddle puddle when he wants to feel loved.
He'll bitch and whine about extras touching him but will grab Tetsutetsu's hands and place them on his swollen belly to feel the baby's little movements because he's never experienced it before, he enjoys watching Tetsu's eyes light up with wonder but he'll die before admitting it.
He especially loves having omega Denki, Mina, and Ochako in his nest when he's feeling hormonal and sad because he can cry about little stupid things without feeling judged. And they make him feel better.
He loves having Alpha Shoto, Tetsutetsu, Shinsou, and stupid Deku in his nest because he feels safe and protected. And they give great massages when his feet and back ache.
But most of all. He loves his sweet, doting alpha. Eijirou is so much more than he could ever hope for, and he knows he doesn't deserve it, but he's happy Eijirou chose him. He could never ask for a better partner to spend the rest of his life with.
He never imagined that he would find a love like this one, but he's so happy that he did, and if you asked him, he would say that he's the luckiest man alive.
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s0me-writ3r · 1 year
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Valentines with the 7 Brothers
Fandom: Obey Me! Shall we Date?
Pairings: All 7 Brothers x MC (separately)
Categories: Headcanons, Romantic, Self-insert
Pronouns used: none
Warnings and notes: No warnings other than my lack of proofreading. Ya boy hasn't done ANY writing for, like, 2 years, so... I'm back!! On a whole new account!!! The old one was, like, fandom shenanigans or something and "shenanigans" was spelt wrong? But yeah-
Lucifer
He probably thinks it's an arbitrary thing to start, Devildom mythology is different from human realm mythology, so I'm not sure if they'd even have a celebration like it before the exchange program.
Either way, once he knows how much it means to you, he's going to make a point of spoiling you however you'd like.
Want to go out? He's asking when and where. You would rather stay in? Absolutely, he's getting you blankets.
You can try to get him a gift, but know that he's going to make it a competition and try to get you something "better"
One of the very few times he'd just be soft. He's already very affectionate in public anyway - you're his and everyone should know that - but for once he'll admit that he's yours too. You have this man in a chokehold.
In terms of his preference for a valentines date, I think he'd want to go out to somewhere fancy for the evening. He would absolutely get you flowers and a sentimental gift (a ring? Maybe).
He also seems like the kind of man to dance with you. Not necessarily in some event, but the car park after you finish your meal or the kitchen in the HOL if you wanted to bake something together.
Mammon
Man is SMITTEN and very much looking forward to Valentines.
This is his chance to spoil you and (maybe) not get in trouble with Lucifer for spending money! He's absolutely getting in trouble with Lucifer.
He'd absolutely get some very lavish gifts for you and is very much willing to accept any gifts you give him.
Even if you're already a couple, he would feel the need to ask you. He doesn't realise that, for couples, it's usually implied that you'll be together on Valentines day.
He's happy to go out, but he'd prefer to stay in on his date with you. He feels it's more sentimental and he's more comfortable to be affectionate when the two of you are alone.
He seems like he'd give you breakfast in bed (or at least try, he also seems like he'd struggle to cook) and spend most of the day cuddling in his bed with you. And if you needed to go somewhere, he'd carry you there. You are not leaving his side all day.
Leviathan
He consumes what may be an unhealthy amount of romance animes and mangas, he already knows what valentine's day is.
He's got no clue what to do really, but he's trying his best.
He'll get the traditional red roses and heart chocolates for you. It's already halfway through the day when he does and he's been so anxious that he's avoided you all day.
He's staying in. You're not even pulling him out of his room, let alone to a restaurant of any kind.
Cuddles and anime binge/marathon though. That's peak romance for this man tbh.
He'd struggle with gifts, I think. He'd probably get a game for you to play together, a small console like his if you dont have one or matching gaming accessories for the two of you.
Asmodeus
It's Asmo... Yes, he knows what Valentines day is and yes he loves it.
He's going all out for the whole day and buying you literally anything you want, he's so excited and so in love.
He's happy to go out or stay in or whatever you want. He just wants to spend the whole day with you and doesn't care who's around to see how affectionate he is towards you.
He is so close to you all day, always linking arms, holding hands or cuddling. He just needs to be touching you at all times.
While he does normally flirt with others (only if its been ok-ed between the two of you), he's cut all of it off today. His attention is on you and you only.
At the end of the day, he'll show you the cards he was given from other people so you guys can laugh about the poetry and different messages.
Satan
He's well-versed in all kinds of mythology because he loves to read, so he knows the history and stories behind the holiday but didn't realise how important it actually was to you before you told him.
A cat cafe date and mystery book exchange is his ideal date and he won't budge on doing that, but he'll leave enough time in thr day to make sure you get to do exactly what you want (if you dont already love his date idea).
He's not any more affectionate than normal, at least not in a way that's obvious, but every now and then you'll catch him staring at you with a smile on his face while you're reading together.
Spending the whole evening reading together in his room or in the living room by the main fireplace.
He doesn't necessarily strike me as the kind to do crochet or knitting, but I think he would at least try to make a cosy blanket for you as a gift.
Beelzebub
He had no idea what Valentine's day was before you told him. He still doesn't really get it, but he wants to make you happy so...
He would prefer to go out for a nice meal, but he's happy to stay in with you if you want.
He would at least try to bake something for you as a gift, but he can't promise he won't eat it before it gets to you...
All else fails, you guys bake together because he just really wants to make something for you.
Puts his usual routine on hold for the day - the gym can wait because today is special to you.
He's carrying you literally everywhere, no questions asked.
Belphegor
Doesn't know about valentines and says he doesn't care, but honestly? He does care, because he likes how excited about it you are.
Forgets to get anything for you until last minute, he ends up asking Beel to pick up a bouquet for you. For the sake of his feelings, you pretend you didn't hear the phone call or see Beel walk back into the house with the flowers.
He's not going out. At all. You've got no chance of dragging his ass on any kind of outdoorsy date or fancy dinner.
However, sleepy cuddles and kisses in the attic room with him, only because his shared room with Beel isn't as private.
He's normally quite clingy if you're already dating, but if this is the start of your relationship his clinginess is actually pretty surprising. For how much he sleeps, he's quite strong, so you're not leaving his bed.
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soultheories · 1 year
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hello! i wrote another another tdp one-shot :) this one is about rayllum talking after the events of season 4 hehe read it if you want and let me know what you think !!!
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heartxfkyber · 2 years
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Pairing: Boba Fett x f!reader
Rating: 18+
Warnings: mentions of drugs + alcohol, mature sexual content/implied sexual content
Word count: 5.4k
Summary: Working in a spice den means you have to keep secrets, keep out the authorities, and keep away from bounty hunters. The only issue…what do you do when a bounty hunter comes to you?
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☾✧⋆*⭒ ━━ 𝐇𝐀𝐙𝐘: boba fett
The first time you laid eyes on him, he was without his armour. You were standing behind the counter, your shoulders low and your face expressionless. Your eyes, however, were sharp. They were sharp as they searched through the haze of smoke curling through the stuffy air of the room; sharp as they sought out the shadow of the new customer walking right for the reception counter; sharp as they settled upon the gaze of the man now watching you with dark eyes. He didn’t look like the average patron. He didn’t look like anyone else who usually wandered into the inn, searching for someplace to take their spice or smoke their tobacco or drink varieties of alcohol that had long since been banned from every other sector but this one. This man did not look like anyone else who frequented a spice den disguised as an inn.
You offered him a flat look, still a little slouched where you stood, and you analysed him. Dark hair, tawny skin, battle-hardened features and a few scars criss-crossing their way across his face. Early thirties, probably. The dim lights that flickered on the ceiling threw shadows at him, bathing him in a dark ebon and cracked gold as they blinked in and out of use. He wore the usual garb of someone looking to keep themselves hidden from plain sight…but his eyes…his eyes were sharp. They possessed no glazed-over sheen to them, no hidden spectres, no desire to escape from something. These were not the eyes of someone who wanted to run. These, you knew, were the hooded eyes of someone who made others run.
“I need a room,” he said flatly. His voice was low, like gravel and smoke and something darker.
You gave him a one-shouldered shrug, reaching under the counter for a room key. When you extended your hand towards him, the dusty keycard clutched between your fingers, he reached out to take it. As he did so, you snatched your arm back. “Are you a bounty hunter?” you asked, and you kept your voice just as toneless as his.
“No,” he replied. “Why?”
Another shug, two shoulders this time. “The boss doesn’t want hunters here. Says they cause too much trouble.”
“I’m no hunter.”
You let him take the key, and you knew he was lying.
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The next morning, he left. He hadn’t given back his room key, nor made any indication that he wasn’t coming back, and so you assumed he’d return at some point later on. The inn was never busy at this time of day: everyone renting rooms had usually left by this point, and the repeat nightly patrons had yet to appear.
The mornings were your cleaning time. Your manager, the owner of the inn, designated all housekeeping to you—and you never complained once. You never made a fuss, because the moment you did, you’d be back to wandering the streets in search of a job. You liked the one you had. Despite the danger of being shut down if any of the local enforcement officers wandered past at the wrong time, or the encounters with some…unsavoury characters every now and again, you enjoyed working at the inn. You got to meet people, got to hear their stories. Some came to the inn for an escape. Others came for company. Some came because they had nowhere else to go…and you spoke to them all. You listened when they held conversations with you, laughed when they joked with you, gave them a friend when they wanted one.
You left the counter at the front of the inn, heading up the dusty staircase leading to the five rooms available. Your routine hadn’t changed for the last two years you’d been working here: walk up the stairs, get the cleaning supplies out of the storage closet, and work on each room thoroughly. Sometimes you wished you had someone to help you—but your boss couldn’t afford another employee. It’d be dangerous, he’d told you. No way of making sure they wouldn’t let slip about the less than legal goings on at the inn. You’d suggested a cleaning droid once, and you received an empty promise that one would be ordered. That was eight months ago. You’d stopped asking soon afterwards.
The first room was unused. You remembered handing over the key to someone, though, just yesterday. A Rodian, looking for somewhere to spend a few nights. But it seemed, as you entered the space and cast your eyes across the perfectly made bed and untouched floor, they had opted for staying downstairs until morning. Still, you went through the motions of checking for damage, for dust, for anything you could clean or put back into place. There was nothing amiss, and so you moved on, to the second room, to the third, and when you reached the fourth, you were already more than ready to take your mandatory twenty-minute break. One more room, you thought to yourself as you fumbled for the right key and opened the door. One more room, and then I’ll take my break.
One more room.
His room.
Like the first, this room felt…unused. But there were little signs that someone had occupied the space at one point or another: the curtains, skewed just slightly from their position against the wall; the adjar ’fresher door; the slight indent on the otherwise untouched bed, as though someone had sat upon the edge of the sheets…and the case.
Sitting still on the chair in the room’s corner, the silver case, square in shape and with its lid closed, caught the light of the suns through the window and held onto it tightly, like the glass of a lantern hugging the flame within. That light was shimmering across the metal surface, golden and amber and almost dancing across your vision, and you allowed yourself to stare at the case for another two moments before shaking yourself out of it. You needed to get to work. Just do this room, and you’d take your break before cleaning the final one.
One more room.
Just one more room.
You tidied up, straightening the bed and curtains and closing the ’fresher door with a soft click, before turning, cleaning supplies in hand, to exit. But something licked at your mind, nipped at your heels, whispered in your ear. Intrigue. Curiosity. Morbid fascination. It curled through your veins like the very haze of spice-laced smoke that always had a presence downstairs; it lapped at your resolve like a breath of fate’s own voice. You shouldn’t look inside that case. You knew you shouldn’t, you knew you were in the room of a bounty hunter, a man whose very presence seemed borne from silent thunderstorms and raging nebulas…yet you found yourself turning back around, placing the supplies on the carpeted floor and padding carefully over to the chair. When your hands found the lip of the case, they were hesitant, yet somehow certain in their movements.
There was a lock. Undone by a single black button, the pad of your thumb pressed down against it, and with a small, barely audible hiss, the lid gave a little jerk as it sprung open. Your eyes were alight with the desire to explore as you pushed the case fully open—and your heart stopped beating. For inside, pristinely packed and utterly unmistakeable in its appearance, was armour. Green, red, gold, your gaze found the scratched paint and gentle dents, and you found yourself barely breathing.
The T-shaped visor stared up at you blankly where the helmet lay face-up in the centre of the case. Your throat bobbed, your hands trembled, and you looked straight back into that ruby-rimmed ebon void with empty fear slithering over your muscles, coiled tight and keeping you in its wicked grip. You knew this armour. There was not a single being in the galaxy who didn’t; and you knew the reputation of the man who wore it. The man who took lives without a second thought. The man who cared for nothing but his own job. The man whose name sparked terrible, terrible fear from even the toughest sentients.
The man to whom you handed the key to this very room.
“Don’t touch that.”
You startled, whipping around too late to see a hooded figure behind you. But then there was a hand on your arm, and you were slammed back against the wall of the room. Dark, flame-filled eyes narrowed as they drilled right into your face—oddly, you had the brief thought that those eyes would look soulful if they were ever touched by the soft sparkle of a smile.
Right now, though…they weren’t smiling.
Kark.
“What’re you doing?” he demanded of you, low and molten as his lips peeled back over his teeth in a snarl.
You struggled, eyes wide and afraid as your hands moved to grip his wrist uselessly. “C-cleaning!” you gasped. He wasn’t even choking you—his gloved hand hadn’t moved from its position on your arm, his grip like durasteel—but your throat was tight either way and your vision swam with the release of pure adrenaline as your instincts screamed.
He tilted his head. “And that involves snooping through my belongings?” His fingers tightened a fraction.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have—”
“That’s right, you shouldn’t have.” Those deep brown eyes narrowed some more, and when he dropped you to the carpeted floor, you coughed, landing on your hands and knees and staring up at him with something unreadable lying beneath the visible fear on your face. “Get out,” he said coldly.
So you scrambled to your feet, snatched up your cleaning supplies, and you did.
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Two days later, you found two room keys on your desk when you reached the reception. The first was the one to Room 1; you’d handed the key to the Rodian customer just three days prior. The second was the key to Room 4. His room. There was no one around—it was too early in the morning for much company, anyway—but you still checked the space around you for any signs of movement. All there was was hazy air, grey with morning light and the last remains of smoke; amber streaks shone through dusty windows and hit your skin as the twin suns of Tatooine continued their rise into the dusky sky.
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The next time he came, in the dead of night and the dawn of activity in the inn, he still wasn’t wearing his armour. But you knew those features, shadowed beneath the lip of a hood. You knew those eyes in particular. You knew the way they darkened in rage, the way they seemed to swallow you up and trap you in their gaze. You knew those lips. You knew how they snarled. You knew that presence, and you knew his name.
“Same room as before,” he told you, without any sort of preamble. His voice held that same gravelly smoothness to it as it did when you last heard it, the same timbre, the same rolling, languid accent.
The last time he saw you, you’d been on your hands and knees. Scared. Vulnerable. Caught off-guard. Now it was different. Now, as you stared evenly at him from behind a curtain of smoke and incense as the inn’s usual patrons chattered away with their spice and their alcohol, you only regarded him with cool indifference. “Bounty hunters aren’t welcome here,” you told him plainly, lounging back against the wall behind the desk.
He merely looked back at you with an indecipherable expression, partially cloaked by the hood. “I’m not a bounty hunter.”
“Your armour suggests otherwise.”
“I’m not wearing armour.”
You paused for a moment, already holding the key to Room 4 between your fingers. Finally, with a little huff, you extended your hand towards him, and he reached out to take the keycard. But at the last moment, you drew back. “The Rodian,” you said quietly. “You took them with you when you left, didn’t you?”
“There was a price on their head,” he replied blankly. He nodded at your hand, still holding the key. “Are you going to give me that, or do I have to take it from you?”
“I thought you said you weren’t a hunter.” Your eyes found his again, focusing solely on those irises of mahogany and fractured starlight as you held his gaze. In response, he simply held your stare for a few moments longer, and there was something in his expression, you thought, that almost looked like a stormy sort of bemusement. Your eyes narrowed, and without another word, you handed him the key.
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You raised your hand and knocked on the door once, twice. There was a moment of silence, another, before his voice, quiet and clear, beckoned, “Come in.”
You opened the door, palming the control panel and watching as it slid aside to reveal…him, sitting at the edge of the bed with a rag in his hand. He had shed his cloak, wearing only a dark tunic and equally dark trousers. His hands were still in gloves, his feet still in boots…and the case was sitting on the very same chair it had sat just a few days ago. Except that this time, it lay open and empty. Its contents were spread over the bed, methodical and flawless, and you found your gaze being drawn towards the rust-red vambrace currently in his lap, in the middle of being polished by its owner. And, you realised belatedly, for the first time, you got a proper look at his face.
Your previous assumption of his age hadn’t been wrong—he was, at most, in his mid-thirties. Those dark eyes of his fixed themselves upon you like topaz pillars of undiluted depth, and you felt the weight of his stare like fire’s heat upon your brow. His features were strong, littered here and there by faint little scars from years gone by; he looked like he’d been hewn from rock, and you were, for a moment, caught on the precipice of pure captivation. But then he jerked his chin at you, scanned you swiftly up and down, narrowed his eyes a fraction. “Cleaning?” he asked, and his tone was flat, mechanical…bored, almost.
“I clean the rooms every morning,” you replied, just as lifeless in your intonation. Your eyes were on the pieces of armour arranged on the bed, skating over burnt amber curves and muted emerald corners and iron-red edges. Your turn to jerk your chin at him. “Why are you here?” And you didn’t just mean in this room.
His dark gaze dropped a couple of degrees. “That’s none of your concern.”
“It is when I see this.” You gestured to the armour with the hand that was currently clutching a rickety old bucket.
He didn’t falter once. “Then why did you give me a room key?”
“You said you weren’t a hunter.”
“You didn’t believe me.”
“No,” you told him blankly. “I didn’t.”
“Yet you handed me the key anyway,” he told you, eyes flitting momentarily to the vambrace.
“Yes, I did.”
“Then that was your mistake.”
You snorted, an expression of pure annoyance lashing its way across your features. “You know what, I’ll come back to clean your room later,” you said with a sarcastic smile. “Seems I caught you at a bad time.”
“Don’t bother,” he replied blankly. He looked back down at the vambrace, swiping the cleaning rag over its dented surface and ignoring your presence entirely.
You almost scoffed, but held yourself back at the last moment. “Enjoy your stay, Mr. Fett,” you told him in a sickly-sweet response borne purely of scorn.
And as you strode from the room, the corner of his lips twitched upwards in an almost imperceptible smirk of amusement, and you pretended not to notice the way your stomach flipped.
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He left the afternoon afterwards. Again, his room key was placed on the reception desk, and there were whispers from the other customers that when he’d disappeared, he’d taken one of the regulars, a Quarren named Vendi, with him. Forcibly. With a blaster pressed against Vendi’s skull, apparently. You just shook your head upon being told, pocketing the key to Room 4 and going about your menial tasks for the day.
And so that was how it continued: every few days, sometimes weeks, he’d show up, request his room, and stay for a couple of days at most, before leaving with someone in tow. You grew naturally curious, and your customers grew naturally afraid. They had no clue as to who this stranger was, this hooded figure who whisked away friends and trusted associates. He was seen as a shadow of death itself, disappearing into inky nights and hazy sunrises. He left no trace he’d ever set foot into the inn. He was a mirage, a reflection caught in the corner of one’s eye, a ghost.
You should have turned him away long before now. You should never have handed him that room key from day one, yet every time he walked through the front door and approached you at the desk, you found yourself extending your hand more and more swiftly. Once he’d even strode straight up to you while you were in the middle of cleaning Room 3. That day, you’d handed him his key directly out of your pocket. You thought you saw something in his brown eyes glitter.
You didn’t clean his room during the day. Not while he was staying in it, anyway. No, you waited until late evening, when nobody was around to get a glimpse of what lay inside Room 4 whenever the door opened to allow you inside. And every time you cleaned, he remained inside, just watching you with keen eyes of fractured teak and charcoal. He was always standing, too. He never sat down when you were cleaning: either he stood by the window, or by the side of the bed, always pristinely made.
Today, your intrigue and puzzlement finally reached boiling point. “People are getting scared,” you said, pausing where you’re dusting the top of the wardrobe and turning to face him, damp cloth in hand. “If word gets back to my boss that you’re a hunter and I’m letting you stay here, my ass is on the line.” You levelled him with a firm look now, and where he was by the window, his head slowly swivelled towards you. “I need to know why you keep taking people.”
At first, you thought he’d ignore you. He was utterly silent, half his face washed over by the silvery light of Tatooine’s three moons. It cast him in a pale glow, highlighted the contours of his features and the few scars on his skin like they were poems on a page, untouched and unread. But then he spoke, that raspy tenor spilling from his lips. “Everyone I take,” he replied slowly, “is a former associate of my employer. He wants them in his dungeons. Revenge, you could call it, for years gone by.” He seemed to almost shrug with his gaze. “It’s all credits to me. People getting scared isn’t my problem.”
“It’ll be your problem when I stop giving you this room.”
“You’re not going to stop giving me this room.”
Your eyes narrowed a fraction. “You sound so sure of yourself,” you commented, and your words were laced with just a hint of mockery. Nothing more, nothing less. You weren’t going to risk getting a blaster bolt through the head; yet anytime you argued with him, he almost seemed amused. You could tell by that little flash across his irises, like a bird taking flight, wings outstretched and soaring towards the bluest of skies.
He merely continued to hold your gaze, unflinching and—not cold, the pair of you were more civil than that by now—almost disinterested. “If you were going to turn me away, you would have tried to do so by now.”
You raised your brows in challenge. “Tried?” you echoed.
A one-shouldered shrug, and you swore you saw the corner of his mouth twitch upwards for the briefest of broken moments. “We both know I would’ve taken the key from you regardless,” he explained simply.
There was a real smile on your own face now. More akin to a smirk than anything else—your own amused expression. There was a tingling in your chest that sent sparks skittering through your bloodstream, and they backlit the little smirk on your lips until it became something illustrious. “I’m sure you would’ve tried,” you murmured, and you turned back to your cleaning, your eyes sparkling with the same newborn liberty that his own did.
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“Who is he?” Alli asked you, her jade eyes narrowed into ravenous slits as she stared you down from in front of the reception desk. The Twi’lek was a regular customer here, someone you’d struck up a friendship with over the months she’d been visiting the inn.
You shrugged, examining your fingernails and only allowing your eyes to flicker up to challenge her for a millisecond. “A customer,” you told her.
“You realise he’s marching people out of here every time he stays the night, right? He’s a karking hunter.”
“He told me he wasn’t,” you replied simply, finally dropping your hand to your side and tilting your head at her. “I don’t ask about what people are doing here. Not my business.”
She settled you with a look, fuschia lekku curling at their tips in distaste. “He’s a hunter, and for some reason, you’re covering for him.” She leaned forwards. “Listen, I’ve heard things from time to time. People are getting antsy whenever he’s around…There’s been word of telling Baz what’s happening.” At the mention of your manager’s name, your face lost a shade of colour. If he found out you allowed a bounty hunter in here frequently—and one with such a reputation, no less—he’d have your head. Hunters were trouble. Hunters could potentially lead authorities here.
The next time you cleaned his room, you took your worries with you. He was by the window again, a holotransmitter in his hands, but it was powered off. Usually, he’d turn to look at you with a slight easing of the sharp lines in his posture. Tonight, he only grew more tense upon reading the concern etched across your features. It spilled like ink straight through your chest and into the soft flesh of your heart, bleeding your body black with each beat it took.
You looked over at him, your throat bobbing slightly as you drew yourself up to your full height and said, “You need to leave.”
Usually when the two of you spoke, you were the one to do most of the talking. Tonight was no different, and you watched as he waited for you to continue speaking.
“I could potentially lose my job. My boss might get told about how I’m letting you in here, and with the way everyone’s getting scared—”
“I got the last target this morning,” he cut across you quietly. His eyes, like polished topaz, searched your own for an answer that wasn’t there. “You won’t need to worry about me paying any visits here again.”
That caught you off-guard, and you blinked at him for a moment. “You did?” A nod, and you blinked again. “Oh…Fine.” Something within you seemed to curl up and wither, a rotting flower whose petals had fallen piece by broken piece into the abyss of scorched earth. When you focused fully upon him again, you asked, “Then why are you still here?”
There was silence for a while. He watched you, those eyes of his always alert and sharp, but he stalked towards you with something else dusted across his irises that couldn’t be called soft—he was never soft—but something akin to it. The holotransmitter was tossed lightly onto the chair, and only when he was a mere breath away from you did he come to a halt.
Your eyes met again, and something in the way your heart was beating spoke of desire, of feeling, of something you were too afraid to give a name to.
His hand slowly reached forwards, and you found the cleaning cloth you held being carefully pulled from your grasp and set aside by calloused fingers. Next came the bucket, until you held nothing but empty air. He didn’t pull away, and you glanced away from his shadowed face to where his fingers stroked over yours with reckless grace. It was as if he were seeing you for the first time, making sure you were real. That beating in your chest turned to racing; he met your eyes, and you dared to shift closer so that his hips were framing your own. Every breath you took, your chest grazed his, and still neither of you broke apart.
His fingertips left your hands and travelled to the gentle swell of your lower lip, tracing its curves with unyielding finesse. Where his touch went, it left a trail of fractured starlight and moonlit phantoms across your skin, setting you alight and taunting you. It dared you to close your eyes and beg for more. Slowly, your hands settled on the rounded tops of his shoulders, your bleeding heart fluttering so rapidly that you were almost positive it would tear its wicked way through your chest.
“You know why I’m still here.” His voice was a low rumble, a honey-coated blade, a promise.
You balled the fabric of his top in your hands, fingers clawing into hard muscle. “Yeah,” you murmured. “I know why you’re still here.”
Deep brown eyes darkened, and you watched him move closer, closer, closer, and then he leaned down, his lips shadowed on the base of your throat. You fought off a gasp, but it tumbled from your mouth before you could stop it. The sound fed his burning touches, and his tongue moved against the hollow of your throat. Flames brushed against you, tantalisingly soft and supple, and your fingers dug into the poised muscles between his shoulder blades.
His name was harsh. His name was sharp. His name was a lashing of the tongue, a written snarl. His name fell from your lips like a prayer, and your eyes slid closed.
Your own name was a promise built on burning syllables, twisting from his mouth and burying itself deep beneath your flesh like a tattoo. It seared your skin and scorched your veins, and your body began to bleed soft rivers of lust. He trailed slow, heated kisses along your throat, coming to rest on your jaw, and you made a tiny sound of longing.
“More,” you rasped, and at that one word, he became undone.
His mouth moved hungrily to yours, enveloping it in the kiss. His tongue was met shamelessly by your own, and your hands found the hem of his tunic just as his own slid down to grip the underside of your thighs and hoist you into his arms.
You caught his lower lip between your teeth, and only when you felt him laying you down on the bed did you break the kiss, simply looking up at where he was poised above you. And as your gaze smashed into his, more heated than newborn stars and just as bright, you knew that this was something dangerous, something risky, something neither of you should be doing.
And you wanted it.
Clothes were tossed aside, and his skin was hot upon yours. Mouths searched, hands wandered, and in that moment, all you knew was him. Everything else was null, void. There was only him. Only him, on his knees for you. Only him, wrapping an arm around your waist and lifting your hips towards his mouth. Only him, dragging gasps and moans from your lips like secret little poems.
You gripped his hand tightly as it splayed itself over your chest, as he guided your legs to curl around his shoulders and pull you further against him. Your eyes fell closed, and you gave yourself fully to the desperate way your body sought out his. You lost yourself in the rhythm of his mouth against you, in the syllables of your name as he whispered it against your skin, in the feeling of him breaking you into pieces. The sounds spilling from your lips only brought more intensity from his ministrations, more sparks, more unbearable heat coiling in your core like a snare. And when you fell from the heights, he moved back up to claim your mouth in a dizzying kiss to swallow up every little sound you made.
The pair of you were hungry, yearning, simply trying to sate a ravenous sort of need that brimmed within both your cores, and as your bodies came together as one, as he continued to drink up the sounds of pleasure that bled from your mouth, you only fell further and further into him. You got swept up in the marks he sucked onto your throat, in his teeth grazing your pulse point, in the way he gripped your wrists to pin them above your head.
The next time you cried his name, his hips slammed so deep into yours that you nearly saw stars. He murmured things to you in a language you didn’t understand, took you like you’d been his to have all your life, left you reeling and chasing after his body with crimson-petaled fervour.
You looked deep into those dark eyes of his, dove into that ocean of pure need, and you didn’t come back up for air.
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You didn’t know what you were expecting from him that night, but somehow, waking up the following morning to find the sheets beside you completely empty was both something you hated and something you almost knew was bound to happen. To think that when your eyes fluttered open, you’d find him with his arm around your waist and his body warm against yours, just as the two of you had laid last night after he’d left you boneless and panting, was foolish. No, he was a bounty hunter, and you worked in a spice den. One night was all either of you would ever have together, and you were more than prepared to accept that.
“He didn’t cart anyone off this time.”
Alli’s voice jerked you from your reminiscing, and you blinked at her. “Huh?”
She shrugged nonchalantly, leaning against the reception desk that you were currently standing behind. “Your bounty hunter. Saw him leave this morning, and he didn’t steal anyone else away.”
You nodded vaguely, your eyes moving towards where you were busy examining your nails. Dimly, you wondered if you had enough credits in your pocket to get them done, but then Alli spoke again: “Did you talk to him?” she asked. You glanced at her, to find her green eyes already on you. “About him literally kidnapping people, I mean.”
A wry smile wanted to tug at your lips, but your expression remained neutral. “Something like that,” you said softly, your tone laced with amusement.
Through the haze of leftover smoke and early morning air, you looked towards the doorway, half-expecting to see a cloaked figure striding towards you, those dark eyes of his fixed on your own and that little smirk on his lips. But all you saw was the dusty sunlight from above, golden and murky, and it was as though he’d never been here at all.
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christie-r0ad · 3 months
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Masterlist
Hi I'm Nyx I write for @emeritus-fuckers any one shots I do on there I'll also post to my Archive of Our Own Account.
Young Papa Nihil Falling For You
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nyxmisfortune · 1 year
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Baking cookies 🍄💐🍁
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Parings-Goodtimeswithscar x reader, Mumbo Jumbo x reader, Pearlescentmoon x reader, Grian x reader
Warnings-Flour gets in your eye at one point.
Summary-You make bake cookies with your s/o!
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Mumbo Jumbo
I think Mumbo would be fun to bake cookies with
You made chocolate chip cookies for the rest of Boatem
Halfway through you fling flour at Mumbo just because
He tosses some back and it starts a mini-war in your kitchen
Like a snowball fight but better
Until flour gets in your eye
He apologizes and tries to help you get it out of your eyes
Once you finish with that you go back to baking
What do you do with the flour all over the room? Nothing. 
Goodtimeswithscar
So hear me out
It's season 9 and scar needs help baking cookies for his new business
And who are you to say no?
Everything is going great until you need to taste test the chorus fruit cookies
You got stuck in the tree and Scar had to figure out how to get you down
The poor man panicked when he suddenly heard you scream from the very top branch of the tree
Luckily he found ladders and got you down
[I’m writing a one-shot about this, it just isn’t done]
Pearlescentmoon
You two really wanted cookies to enjoy with hot cocoa, but you couldn’t find any in your base
You did, however, find the things to make cookies
You and Pearl got right to work on baking
Sure you could have just bought some from Scar, but what’s the fun in that?
Pearl might be the least Chaotic to make cookies with honestly
You make sugar cookies, and Pearl keeps eating the batter
And the icing 
And the sprinkles
You have to stop her from eating the whole bowl of batter before you finish baking
Grian
If Pearl is the calmest one to bake cookies with the Grian is the most Chaotic
You won’t make it out of the kitchen without at least a handful of ingredients or batter on your clothing
You did your best not to burn the cookies but Grian seemed to have other plans…
Grian: We can bake these cookies at 400 degrees for 10 minutes or 4,000 degrees for 1 minute.
Y/N: No, that's not how you make cookies.
Grian: How about 4,000,000 degrees for 1 second?!?
Y/N: yOU'RE GONNA BURN THE HOUSE DOWN-
Grian: I'M GONNA HARNESS THE POWER OF THE FUCKING SUN TO MAKE COOKIES!
Y/N: NO-
Ya that
You know he won’t actually burn the house down but sometimes you wonder…
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nyxdelanuit · 5 months
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Hear me out: zombie apocalypse Suga x reader with reader saying: "Because...I still I love you."
I wasn't too sure of this one, zombies aren't usually the apocalypse I go for... but I think it turned out okay! Hope you like it~ Send in a character and a word or phrase for a mini-fic!
Sacrifices
TW: Zombie apocalypse based violence
You had thought- rightfully at the time- that the night you had spent the night with Suga, running hand in hand from the consequences of the meddling Suga had pulled you into, would be the most trouble you would get into. Lungs burning as you ran, trying to hold back laughter as Suga tried to argue that he really had only been trying to help, and it wasn’t the two of you who were in the wrong if they misunderstood. You couldn’t even remember what Suga had talked you into doing, only the irritation on Daichi’s face, the appalled gasp from Asahi, and the shrill cackling of Tanaka and Noya. The way Daichi’s voice echoed after you as Suga took your hand and ran, trying to remind you that this was an official event and not a vacation. It was laughter that had put tears into both of your eyes that night, collapsing into a heap on a hallway floor, lit dimly by vending machines as Suga’s breathless excuses filled the air. 
You couldn’t remember who had caved first back then. If one of you had said your feelings out loud… or maybe it was sitting so close, leaning up against each other, that made you give into the urge to kiss him. Either way, it ended up the same, a whirlwind romance that burned bright and burned fast. A summer of laughs and holding hands and falling asleep with your head on his shoulder before college came and ripped apart the summer’s dreams. 
It hadn’t ended badly, you were still each other’s cheerleaders in everything you did. He had made it his mission to make sure you didn’t drift away. Coffees on weekends, study sessions before the end of every semester, and he made sure to show up with the most ostentatious bouquet when you finally walked the stage for the last time. 
Now the two of you would meet up for dinner or a movie night, share a few drinks, and vent about your work lives. You would force a few stories out of Suga about all the children he secretly adored in his classes, hiding the way you would admire him as his smile softened with each word. 
That’s how you ended up in this mess. You had been getting ready for another night in with Suga and ignoring the weirdly frequent sirens outside. You belatedly wondered if the irritation you felt at not being able to find any place that would deliver dinner should have been curiosity instead. Maybe you would have been more prepared. 
You were blissfully ignorant until Suga burst into your apartment, panicked as he searched for you, finding you wide-eyed and startled in your kitchen. You had never seen him like this before, his hair pushed back and sweat dripping into his eyes, his whole body sagging in relief before he pulled you in tight to his chest. After a moment, not even long enough for you to react and hug him back, he pulled you away to arm’s length, looking you over so carefully. 
He hadn’t known how to explain everything to you, only asking you to trust him, and how couldn’t you? And instead of being curled up on your couch with ramen put together by whatever you found in your cupboard, you were trying not to trip as Suga’s iron grip led you through the city streets. It was eerily reminiscent of the time you ran through the hotel halls, the difference being the way Suga was talking to you.
There was no laughter lacing his voice, but you could still hear the slight panic. Panic of being caught by someone- something. 
“Hurry up! He’s catching up!” replaced by “Just keep going, just a little further.”
“Is he still behind us?” drowned out by the sound of stomping behind you and Suga desperately looking back, trying to keep his voice even as he locks eyes with you and says, “Just keep your eyes on me.”
You wished you had listened to him. If you had accepted his protection from the world around you, you wouldn’t have the blood burned into your sight. You wouldn’t have noticed the grimace on Suga’s face as he abandoned someone just like the two of you, just to make sure he could get you somewhere safe. You never would have watched as a girl you knew sobbed to her boyfriend, clinging to his shoulders until he bit into her neck.
He only allowed you to stop when absolutely necessary. The part of town you had made it to was eerily quiet but familiar. Suga worked nearby, and you thought you had heard earlier when he was packing your bag and rushing you out that he was going to get the two of you to the storm shelter near the elementary school. Now that you knew what you were dealing with, it made sense. Suga knew this area better than his own home, and the storm shelter would be easy to lock down and stay in until this all… 
It will blow over, right? 
A few minutes of panting in silence and passing Suga’s massive teacher water bottle back and forth, and Suga was urging you to your feet again. 
“Come on, we’re close. I know you haven’t run laps since high school,  but you can make it that far, right? There’s electricity at the shelter, we can continue our movie night there.” His smile was present on his face, although it was a bit hollow. You knew it was for your sake, but you couldn’t find it in you to comfort him right now. You quietly accepted his hand instead, letting him pull you up and taking a deep breath as your forehead fell to his shoulder. Just a little more to get you through…
He let the two of you walk through the streets instead of running. Running would draw more attention to you here than walking, and it was easier to avoid the few… whatever they were if you were quiet. If you looked up at the sky, you could easily convince yourself that Suga was just walking you home, hand in hand, after a long day at work. That thought let a familiar warmth spread through your chest.
You were so lost in your thoughts that you ran right into Suga as he stopped. His hand tightened around yours before holding on loosely, taking a half step forward. You peeked over his shoulder to see what had made him stop so suddenly. And you understood immediately.
A boy, no older than 6 or 7, walked in the street ahead of you, trying to pick up his ball and kicking it forward every time he leaned down. It broke your heart to see him out here, all alone. Not knowing what was going on around him. Suga dropped your hand entirely as he walked closer, quiet and calm. 
“Takeru, it’s me… what are you still doing out? Class ended hours ago…” The way he spoke to the boy only made the ache in your chest deeper. Of course, it’s one of Suga’s students, one of his favorites too, judging by the stories you’ve heard. You stayed back, not wanting to startle the boy if Suga could keep him calm. 
The little boy didn’t answer, still focused on his ball. 
“Takeru, can you tell me where your parents are? Are we close to your home?” As the silence stretched, a heavy feeling settled in your stomach. It only grew worse as you watched Suga kneel on the ground, trying to get Takeru’s attention. 
The boy finally reached his ball, holding it awkwardly in his hands as he straightened up. You felt Suga’s gasp in the depths of your soul before you heard it, felt his heart break as if it were your own. 
The poor boy’s eyes were blank, the side facing away from you now revealed to be wet with crimson. A sickening gurgle escaped his throat as he caught sight of Suga, frozen on the ground with an arm stretched out to him. 
You hadn’t even felt yourself move before you had thrown yourself between Suga and the boy, hearing Suga fall back with a shuddering sob. The boy was racing towards you, and the only thing you could feel was the heavy weight of Suga’s metal water bottle meeting the poor child’s head, throwing him to the ground. 
You weren’t completely ignorant of what was happening. You had seen enough movies to know one hit was never safe enough, so you made sure that little boy wouldn’t be getting up until you could make sure you were safe, placing a knee on the center of his back to hold him down.
“W-wait… You shouldn’t have to do this… I-I’ll do it.” Suga stood, shaky on his feet and white as snow as he looked at Takeru, blood slowly oozing from the new cut on his head thanks to you. His eyes didn’t register Suga, only trying to claw at the ground underneath him to get to his prey. 
“No, Koushi. Let me do this for you.” Despite what you knew you had to do, you looked over at Suga with a soft smile. “He was your student. You shouldn’t have to do this. Turn around, Koushi. I’ll be there in a minute.” He looked at you in disbelief, eventually nodding as he tried to scrub away his tears, turning his back to you. 
From the corner of your eye, you watched him flinch with each thud, each time the sound grew more wet, dissolving into a messy squelch. You focused on him instead of the slimy warmth covering your hands, the splatter on your face. Trying to separate what you were doing from the happy child Suga told you stories about. 
After a few minutes, you walked back to Suga’s side, wiping away the gore on your jacket before tossing it away. You tugged at his sleeve, not wanting to grab his hands with yours such a mess. He nodded, continuing on without looking back. 
“Why… You shouldn’t have had to do that, so why?” You held tighter to sleeve, hoping he could feel it.
“Koushi, you are a wonderful teacher. I don’t think you could have gone through with it. And if you did, I’m not sure you could live with yourself after… and because… because I still love you.”
You didn’t press him to respond, but the way his hand slid into yours, replacing the sticky warmth from earlier with his own… that was the best answer you could have asked for.
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manikasu-nyx · 1 year
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kiss it better | genshin men x reader
i apologize for my Death. i hate school. anywho, three wheel spins and a generator brought you this!
prompt: burned tongues & feel better kisses <3
charas/content: zhongli, itto, gorou (this wheel definitely doesn't have an elemental bias..), gender neutral reader, author says you pray but it's a "thanks for the meal!" type deal, malewives (they all make you their special dish), ushi is a judgemental cow
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Zhongli:
"Okay, love. The soup is finally done," Zhongli says, spooning a couple of fresh ladles into the two bowls he had prepared, watching you hum while setting the table.
You gave him a small smile, knowing that his ever-so-delicous slow-cooked bamboo shoot soup would put both your mind as stomach at ease, as if he had somehow cooked his patience into the soup. Maybe that's why it took so long to cook. No matter, it would go down the same anyway.
"Thank you, dearest," you reply, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder, leaning up to press a small kiss to his cheek, the warmth making him smile. He placed the bowls down, both of you taking a seat next to eachother. Normally you would've sat across from each other, but your individal schedules had been clashing as of late, so this was one of the few times the two of you could spend together. After a small prayer. each of you pick up your spoons and gather some of the broth. Zhongli blew softly onto his, and you brought yours up to your tongue immediately.
"Mmph--!"
"Oh my, are you okay?" Zhongli asks, placing his soup back into his bowl, reaching over your your cheek as you're blowing softly between your lips.
"Haah... Forgot to blow... Hot soup..." You whined, sticking the tip of your now burned tongue out of your mouth, fanning it with your hand. Zhongli's eyes softened from worry to endearment, gently taking your cheek and pressing a small kiss to your mouth, pulling back with a thumb rubbing your cheek. He smiles softly, a smile that always makes you melt as he leans forward once more, this time to place a kiss on your forehead. "Do be more careful, love, won't you?"
"Um... Yes, sorry," you mumble, the burning on your tongue tansferring to your cheeks. He gave a small chuckle, returning to his soup. Every day, despite how much or little time you had together, he was reminded more and more of how much he loved you.
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Itto:
"Babe! I finished the food!" Itto yells, bounding to the couch with two plates in hand, grabbing your attention away from the small cow in your lap. He let out a moo, which in turn caused Itto to grin more.
"Of course I've got some for you too, buddy!" He says, taking a seat next to you, handing you a plate with a sandwich filled with steaming yakisoba. The noodles seemed to be ever-so-slightly singed, but that was just the he cooked sometimes, and it wasn't indeible, so it didn't matter too much.
"Itto, did you have the stove too hot again?" You inqure, oppening your sandwich to let the contents inside cool off. He waved his hand, a smirk now adorning his features. "A little, but it's fine! The hotter it is, the stronger you'll be against hot stuff, right? Anyway, let's eat!" He says, before taking a bite out of his
"aaaAAAAHHHH!!!"
And there it was. You and Ushi both looked at eachother with a blank stare as the Oni next to you fanned his tongue, small tears pricking his eyes as he panted and whimpered. "Too...! Hot...!"
Ushi mooed once more, the red-horned male looking at him with an expression of emarassment and betrayal, defending himself against the ox.
"Hey! I am still plenty strong! It just caught me off guard, that's all! I didn't expect it to be that hot..." He mumbled, looking down with a pout. You let out a small sigh, placing Ushi next to you, before going over to sit on Itto's lap, cupping his cheeks. He looked up at you with teary eyes, fully expecting to be reprimanded, so his eyes went as wide as saucers when you kissed him, your soft lips pressing against his own.
"It's okay, Itto. I think you're still plenty strong, but even strong people get hurt. But that's why I'm here, to take care of you when you're hurt," you say, gently rubbing circles into his cheeks while he looks up at you, his eyes lighting back up. You climbed off his lap, taking your own sandwich back and tearing off a piece to feed to Ushi, side-eyeing Itto as he grabbed his own.
"But if you burn yourself again, you're on your own."
He slowly lowered the sandwich.
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Gorou:
"Okay, here it is," Gorou said, placing down two bowls filled with his own special ramen, you pushing your documents to the side. Gorou had recently caught up with the new recruit's training, so the two of you had a calm night ahead of you.
He had taken the opportuniuty to cook for the both of you, something he hadn't done in a while. You didn't complain, wanting to look over a couple of files you had to turn in. You looked down at the bowls, a smile immediately adorning your face at the little puppy-like details in the ramen, from the paw-pring egg to the little Shiba decoration.
"I hope it's still good, it's been a while since I made it..." He said, his ears slightly drooping. You waved your hand, picking up your chopsticks and placing your hands together.
He follows your lead, the two of you giving a small prayer before preparing to eat. Luckily for you, (and unluckily for him,) Gorou's hands were just a bit faster, and you heard a small yelp, whimper, and tink! of a pair of chopsticks hitting a bowl, causing you to look over at him. His cheeks were slightly red and his ears were flat, his tongue sticking out and his tail curled up.
"Ow... I should've waited longer for them to cool off..." He whimpered, small tears coming to his eyes, him trying his best to blink them back. You gave him a small frown, cooing softly to him as you took his cheeks, turning him to face you.
"Oh, Gorou, it's okay... Does it hurt that badly?" You asking, taking note of the small tears in his eyes. You looked at him a bit longer, before deciding to lean forward, pressing a kiss to his lips, making his ears perk up in alert and his eyes widen.
As you pullled back, you noticed the start of his tail wagging, and his blush as he looked at you, reaching for your wrists.
"Does it still hurt, sweetheart?"
"N...No...."
"That's good. Let's give it a bit longet to cool off, okay?" You ask, reaching up to rub his ears while he was off guard, feeling him lean into your touch, nodding softly.
"Yeah... We can wait.." He mumbled, relishing in the warmth of your hand. Maybe the embarassment of burning his tongue wasn't as bad as his comfort?
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a-v-j · 8 months
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Love is a crazy feeling
Averse and Nyxy
Content warning:
emotion rollercoaster(comedy to fluff to angst, whichever comes first), swearing, kidnapping, yandere fever, suggestive, minor injuries, jealousy, emotional conflict, nyxy confessing his heart out, averse dodging the situation and denying the feelings, 4th wall break, crying, playful banter to deep emotional conversation, resurfacing past, averse tries to laughs it off and stir the whole situation to a more comedic scenario but failed, typos, not really a polish fic so the format can be a bit wonky, drunk author
Written by @nyxus-nyx and me
Averse=Italic
Nyxy=Bold
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Previously(warning suggestive)
Nyxy watches from afar as Averse flirts with yet another Asker. Nyxy’s temper was almost through the roof and his patience is almost running thin. His claw began to clench together and his jaw salivates. He stood there. Growing more and more pissed off.
Averse steps off screen after another flirting session with an asker, it was fun and he sure do love the attention.
"Averse, you son of a gun, ya did it again. that was really clever, hehe"
He praised himself, as he walk in an upbeat manner. It wont be for a few hours till another ask pops out and demands his attention. For now, he'll let akills take the spotlight, seems like some askers are a bit desperate to get boned by that stoic killer, lucky bastard.
He walks by, humming to himself, not minding where he was going or whom he'll bump into...
Nyxy stares down as Averse bumps into him, their eyes were no longer mitchmatch but now both black and red eyelights. His jaw was clenched and his teeth grits.
“Averse…”
Averse hissed a swear as he bounced back from bumping into Nyxy. Took him a few seconds to realize who was infront of him.
"Ah...hey..."
"You good, pal? You looked like you woke up on the wrong side of the bed" He jested
Nyxy grabs Averse by his wrists and lifts him over his shoulder and holds a tight grip as he walks. He slowly grew and shifted into a larger Halfbreed ish form. He wasnt quite beast but halfway there. He ripped open a portal and appears in his room.
Averse was more focused into complaining how that hurt his wrist and that they couldve made a safe word first before going rough on his poor fractured bones that he didn't realize he and nyxy teleported somewhere else.
He eventually took notice, his eyelight looked around the familiar surrounding
"Uh...nyxy..?"
Nyxy closes the portal and throws Averse on the torn bed. As they lock their door and the window. He turned back at Averse and growled, their arms crossed and their not shown tail wacks at the papers on the ground. Their body twitched and was filled with anger.
“Why.”
Averse stared at Nyxy, his face creased in confusion. He can feel the deadly anger that nyxy was giving off, something's wrong and he think he knows just what.
He tried to get up from his back and sat up.
"Why what?????" He questioned, without any humour this time
”Why.. them..”
Nyxy walks over and pins Averse down, their claws piercing his bones and slowly cracking them. His mouth began to salivate black goo as his tail wraps around Averses legs holding him still.
"arghk-"
The sudden sensation of pain surprised averse, he tried to maintain eye contact with Nyxy, he's clearly not in his right mind.
"W-what..? Ya mean...the thing...with the askers...?"
He grunted between words, feeling pointy claws making its way slowly to the core of his bones, bright red magic starts to leak out of the pierced areas.
"There's nothing to it! J-just some playful banter..."
"It matters to you...that much...?"
Nyxy slowly eased his grip hearing Averse was playing around with them but it still made him pissed. He snarls and glares.
“No shit sherlock. The fuck.”
His grip returned and he grew more upset and jealous of the askers. He wanted to be the attention Averse wanted. He will always be the attention he needs. But NO. He chose those stupid pathetic pieces of—
“Trash.”
Averse winced as weight was put on his arms, it's an annoying type of discomfort. Sensing some jealousy vibe off Nyxy he halts and eventually chuckled to himself
"Is nyxy wyxy jealous daddy averse don't give him much attention?" He teasingly cooed
Nyxy glared more and threatened his grip and tightens it. His eyes narrowimg.
“Dont tease me.. im not in the mood..”
He lifts Averse as Nyxy climbs onto the bed and places Averse on his lap. His arms wrap arounds averses body locking his arms and traps Averses under his.
"omhf-"
"Ooh...tight.."
"Hehehe" Averse chuckled as he sat there helplessly. he'd be giving nyxy a very chummy set of pats on his arms for being silly and hopefully they'll both laugh it off but he's in a rather hands-tied situation.
The shorter skeleton don't mind the possessiveness and quite indifferent with the whole situation but the pressure around his small form is kind of therapeutic in it's own way
"Hehe, im sorry."
"Look, im all yours, see?" He faked conceding in defeat
Nyxys arms tighten and loweres his head into Averses shoulder and nuzzles into it. His tail now swaying.
“Your not honest..”
Nyxy red eyelights now stare at Averse as he continues to nuzzle into his shoulder.
Averse sighed admittedly as that is partially true and leaned a bit back as far as he's allowed to against nyxy. The back of his head resting against the others chest.
"It's like you already know me so well"
”Your soul gives you away when you lie.. such a soft sound it gives..”
His one claw circles Averses ribs as the other held him close.
“So quite yet loud and intoxicating to hear..”
Averse let out a shaky breath after he suddenly felt a soft prick on his rib, slowly circling on a certain soft spot.
"Didnt know you were a soul whisperer"
He replied trying to calm himself down, not giving in to the sensation that makes him wanna squeak and squirm
Nyxy begins to grin as his claws start to trace that certain spot. Liking how his soul buzzed in his ears.
“Oh.?”
He tilts his head.
“Looks like your strugglin there.. buddy.”
His tail flicks in excitment, but his jealousy and anger still linger.
“How cute and weak you get..”
A low growl came from the back of averse's "throat" as he tries his damn best to not let it sketch on his face. He now wore a scowl with his usual forced smile as a blush starts to color itself on his cheeks. Well, that's a first...
He best kept his head low, hidden in his hoodie.
"..not...funny.."
He slightly strained, shoulders tensing up.
Nyxy traces the tips of his claws in circles over it. His other hand slowly removing from around him to let his tail wrap around Averes arms and not the wrists.
”How adorable.. struggling..”
His eyes glew into a bright pink crimson and slowly started ro shift into hearts.
Averse puffed a heavy quick exhale and he lifted his head up. Slowly smiling devilishly as he quickly bit his "lip" to stifle some unwanted noises.
He tried to twist his upper body to look directly to Nyxy, he barely succeeded in doing so. Thru half lidded eyes, he looks eye to eye with Nyxy, face having a full on flush, he practically moaned.
'what are you doing to me?"
Nyxy smirked as he leaned down, his faces inches away.
“Punishing you of course!.. although i could do worse..”
His claw presses his nails into the spot and traces smal hearts. His heart eyelights staring into Averses one red light. Their free hand tracing his jaw.
"...mmmhm....."
Averse's eyelight quaver a bit as he intimately feel the surface of his rib scrape away, forming small heart shapes, under the other's claws. His head moves away to the other direction where nyxy's other claw is, as if not wanting to be pricked as it traced along. The longer their claw drags on, the more goosebumps it gives Averse
”Hm.. do you not like it..? I could just stop.”
He pulled his claws away his head tilting to the side as the smirk wilted. (Here comes his incredible acting skill.)
Averse laughs a bit bitterly, appearing to not care but secretly his insides sank and whimper at the lost of that contact.
He finished off the last bit of his laugh and sighed, moving his head downwards, the atmosphere almost suddenly change vibe.
"What are we?"
"bro...are we, like, flirting or is it still a bro thing?"
He dryly chucked, he knows the answer to that but he still want to hear what Nyxy think, even with the fever going on. No matter how out of character it felt to asked that question is. Averse wants to hear the other say it
”Flirting.”
He shrugged as he now just cuddles him.
“I may have a fever.. doesnt change my honest feelings..”
He sighs listening to Averses soul.
At that point, averse is no longer certain of things. It spiked intrigue in him but still a good portion of his rational thinking believes this is all fake and just being played out. But somewhere deep down, he's secretly wishes it was true.
He tries to shrug his thoughts off, whether real or not, this feels nice. More than nice actually, it feels...something..
He's hoping that whatever his SOUL is whispering to Nyxy, it say something true that he himself isnt even sure of.
Hearing Nyxy say that, it was good enough assurance of the situation he's comfortable to accept. Even a little. But he must still be wary... cautious. He can still taste the bitterness of the last time he was in this kind of situation and it kinda conflicts with his own claim that he'll never fall for this trick again but goddammit it feel like hes falling for the same trap all over again. He doesn't feel like he's playing around anymore.
Fear started to stir itself inside him, fear that his long dead heart is starting to beat for this idiot. He wishes to stiffen in the others embrace but couldnt help but just...MELT and soften into the warm arms he had long ago have craved and thought he no longer desired
Nyxy felt his body melt and he nuzzles into Averses skull, his eyes turning to normal.
“Im speakin the truth.. i only speak truth to you..”
He listens to the others soul, it made his temper slowly go out. He liked this. Missed the touch and affection of another. He missed how his heart and soul beated so fast for someone..
As Averse remained leaned back into Nyxy's arms, he slowly closed his eyes. He was quick to open them as he felt a bubble of tear form on the corner of his sockets, he blinks hoping the other wont notice. He sighed nostalgically thru his nasal cavity.
"What...what do you hear from my soul? Or feel or see... however you do it...what is it telling you now...?"
He murmured, wanting to know something his own soul isnt telling him
"Does it tells you...pain? Bitterness?
...
"Love"...?"
He said that last word with a bit of venom
He leans down and places his hand over Averses ribcage. “Its buzzing.. its like.. a mix of emotions..”
He nuzzles into his shoulder, he pokes at the others cheek bone.
“Do you wanna feel mine?”
Colors flood Averse cheek at the proposal. A part of him is really eager and he just wanna nod vigorously, yes, he very much wants to but he doesn't want to seem too eager.
"I-..."
A part of him is afraid to see what he'll find.
What if this is another this?
What if it's another that?
Emotions blinding him more had made it harder for him to stick to the reality of how things really were. He's bordering losing sense of said reality.
His breathing started to pick up pace but thankfully he managed to control it before it gets out of hand.
(It's just a simple binary yes or no question, auto, no need to make it complicated...)
He mentally scolded himself
With that, he put up his facade and replied with fake disgust and a indignant gasp, playfully shoving Nyxy
"lewd!"
Nyxy tilts his head with a soft smile.
“But i dont mind. It only beats for you. If you want, i could rip out my heart as well.” He half jokes as he cups Averses cheek bones to look up at Nyxy. His claw thumbs slowly rubbing the others bone cheeks. “The color red is beautiful on you.”
Averse tried his best not to press against the hand on his cheeks. Fuck his words are getting into him, damn emotions
He even go more flushed
"I hate the color red"
He pouts
Nyxy chuckles and rolls his eyes.
“Aw, so you hate my hair?”
He sighs with a soft laigh and lets one of his claws retract to Averses hand and places the others hand on his chest.
His heart was beating fast.
Averse chuckled
Perhaps the drinkuness of his creator rubbed off on him
Thank god for auto_vorrect sometimes
'of course not. I'd love to bury my face into it" he said without hesitation
Nyxy tilts his head and smiled.
“You alright? Am i making you uncomfortable?”
He slowly pulls Averses hand away from his chest.
"heh, takes a lot more to get me uncomfortable"
Averse said as he leaned back, trying to relax. He kinda want his hand back in the other's chest tho but he decides against it.  He felt like he's inches away from touching something pure and holy(the other's soul not the tiddies) but his hands are filthy and not worthy
"M'just...having 2nd hand hangover. I hadn't even had a drink yet"
Averse rolled his eyes and briefly glared at the screen, and totally not trying to move the conversation away from his previous overly-eager admission to want to affectionately nuzzle his nose and face against nyxy's soft, fluffy locks
Nyxy bear hugs Averse and shrugs.
“Okay, if you say so.. and no drinking. Bad for you.”
He lays his head on The others and lets out soft purrs, humming along Averses and his own soul.
“Hm..”
"haha, im totally doing the opposite. B'sides, i dont technically have a liver to destroy so i could definitely drink anyone under the table"
Averse smirked as that will be the next thing he's gonna do definitely. But right now, snuggle time between...bros...?
No homo
"Hmm"
He hummed along
"Ya feeling better? No more upset jealous boyfriend vibe on you?"
”im fine now.. and boyfriend vibes.?”
He chuckles as he sways a lil, his heart began to beat faster. His soul bounced.
”hm.. i feel giddy.”
Averse can practically hear the others heart beat, it's not like how a soul would beat like he's used to, it's got a nice rhythm to it he can listen to all day.
Perhaps the fever's also rubbing off on him. Hopefully not to the point of him having it again but he feels like he's resonating to the same vibe nyxy is having in the moment. He's just feeling all good and happy in the other's company
"Youre really good at breaking my aromantic orientation right now"
He's just gonna rule it out as an effect of the fever.
Now that his arms are free(?), he's able to give those friendly pats on the arms around him, he chuckled along.
Nyxy sighs softly and slowly releases his body and grasp from Averse.
“Im sorry for.. sorta kidnapping you. You can go if you want.”
His body slowly grew to its normal size and he messes with his hair mumbling as he stares anywhere but Averse. The fever was no longer present.. yet he still felt the same..
Averse remained, stuffing his hand into the pockets of his hood.
"Hm, nah, it's comfy here and don't worry bout the kidnapping, i didnt had anything else to do anyway"
He replied doing that content auto-face.
"Unless ya want me to go?"
”n-no! Of course not!- i mean- uhm-“
He groans in embarrassment and hides his face.
“God the fever gave me more confidence..”
He pulls at his hair in anxiousness and smile meakly at Averse. He gives Averse space thinking he made Averse uncomfortable.
“I fucked up didnt I..?”
Averse went on to casually flop down on the bed after space was provided. He sorta made a pouty face that he's no longer against Nyxy but cant help but playfully smirk at the other's growing anxious flusteredness, not in a mocking way but in a way he thinks it's cute.
"Youre adorable when you do that, hehe!"
He points towards Nyxy from where he is laid, still wearing his content auto-face, then went to put his hand back into his pocket. He's aware that things are awkward for the other now the fever is gone
”haha.. t-thanks..”
He slowly turns red as he slowly pull his hands away from his face, he inhales and exhales deeply.
“W-what i said..”
He coughs a lil rubbing the back of his neck.
“W-was true..”
His face turns fully red.
At that moment, averse is not really sure how to respond, which is not like him, he's always sure how to reply back.
He knows, he knows so damn well what Nyxy is telling is true. Inside, he's feeling conflicted. Sure, he does enjoys the others company, he does have fun flirting and bantering with him. He knows what's hes doing, now the door of opportunity revealed itself to averse, he's not so sure what to do anymore. He's not so sure of himself anymore.
"Im an asshole"
He sighed, disappointedly at himself as he gets up, best to keep some things to himself.
He doesn't want to do thing he planned to do anymore, when all of this started. Not to this precious man
He scoots closer to Nyxy, took the other's hands and enclosed it within his tiny ones. His face full of seriousness, he lowly spoke.
"Nyxy, do you really even want to be with someone like me...?"
It's not a proposal to be in a relationship, it's more of a question if Nyxy is aware of what he is asking for.
He wants the other to look past thru his handsome charms and bold flirtations and see Averse, his good, his bad, his all.
.....
He doesn't even wait for an answer, he sighed as he lets go of the other's hand and moved away
"Who am i kidding, this is all just a play anyway"
He sat, facing the other way, crossed his arms and puts on his asshole facade and chuckled, bitterly, man he's such an idiot, getting all carried away like that
"This is such a joke, a very good one that i almost start to think it's all real...sorry for dragging you this far into this"
Nyxy stares at the other facing away.
“Yknow, i dont like you because of your looks and flirting right?”
He crosses his arms close his eyes.
“I like you because your straight to the point, i like you because your dumbass knows how to make me flustered, i like you because you have been so much like me, i like you..”
He pauses and thinks a way to put it.
“I like you because my.. Soul always grts itchy and melty when youe around, it jumps around my body with excitement when your around..”
He opens his eyes looking away
“If this is all a dream and a play.. i dont want it to ever end.. because i say the truth..”
Averse is all hidden away in his hood, if one would listen closely, one would hear silent pained crying. He's really conflicted with himself, and he just knows what to do.
"I have places to be..."
He climbed off the bed and teleported without any word
With that, he was gone...
Nyxy sat there and leaned into his wall of his room, he lets out a long sigh.
”Was i too talkative..?”
He looks at nothing, he hums.
“Your right.. just give it time..”
He looks back up at the ceiling and smiles softly closing his eyes.
“Love is a crazy feeling..”
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