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[yoru-no-seiiki]

YANDERE! MASOCHISTIC! PROTAGONIST x VILLAIN! READER x YANDERE! SERVANT

tw/cw: everyone’s gender is up to interpretation (if there are any discrepancies in the pronouns let me know). murder. this happens around the middle of the first part not after it, just in a different perspective.

[ first part ]

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It was bit of an understatement to call Abbadon your servant. They were your most loyal aide. Known as the harbinger of death to those that defied your rule. The Abyssal Advisor. It was through their work that you were able to grab ahold of your destiny.

They tortured, maimed and murdered for you. Countless of lives were destroyed by their hands. People with names, families, dreams — all gone because they simply failed to meet your expectations. They have conquered massive plots of lands and achieved many things that will never be put under their own name, but yours. They were with you every, single step of the way.

But you never gave them more than an ounce of your attention.

Many thought you were bloodthirsty, feral and an absolute nightmare. But to Abbadon you were anything but. You were simply a victim to the times. A soul bound for hell. Your ambitions were righteous in a way, but in execution not.

They did not care about that at all.

It was the way you’d annoyingly fixate on the person meant to kill you.

Did you not trust them?

Sure, every person that attempted to battle fate’s design failed abysmally but they were different. From the very beginning Abbadon was born, molded, put through fire and oil to be your perfect right hand man. Every order you’ve given was executed perfectly. Every task they have completed exceeded your expectations with its results.

So why wouldn’t you let them take care of Cassiel?

That annoying brat never seemed to die. Abaddon only saw them as a cockroach at most. A kid who had no right to share the luxuries you were afforded. Yet, they were never allowed to harm your sibling in any way.

And so they could only shove more tasks for you to do, distract you from what they saw as increasing affections towards your sibling and force you to leave Cassiel be.

But when they finally got the chance to kill the roach, you stood between them.

“Abbadon. Stand down.” You warned. They had flooded you with paperwork that day. Too much paperwork. You should have known it was due to ulterior motives. Trust slowly become something you could never afford.

“But—“ They protested. They were an inch away from beheading their target — Cassiel, who was now on their knees right behind you. They did not mind the dagger you had inches within their shoulder blade. But your eyes, Abbadon knew that look. It was the look of utter disappointment. They could not bear to see it any longer. “Understood.”

You sighed as your loyal servant tried their best to hide their anger, yet storming off the moment you dismissed them.

You knew how much that devil loathed failure above all else and who were you to make them go through that?

Cassiel sighed, maybe even moaned, in awe and ecstasy as they witnessed you defending them for once and asserting your dominance to your subordinate.

Oh, how they wished they were Abbadon.

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[biancadjarin]

🌾a Roll in the Hay🌾

pairing : perv!em x innocent!countrygirl!reader

warnings : graphic sex, p-in-v, breeding kink (sorta?)

a/n : hoo boy ok so I’ve been thinking about country girl reader and Eddie for a while, went a little crazy on this one. It’s kinda long, but I hope you enjoy! I have a lot of WIPs and ideas for different types of Eddie’s but it really helps when you guys comment/like/reblog so I know what you want to read more of.🧡

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You hear the crunch of his boots on the gravel outside the barn, your hands finishing up a braid in your horse’s mane. You feel the excited butterflies flutter awake in your tummy, a smile breaking across your face.

“There’s my pretty little baby.” Eddie coos as he wraps his arms around your waist, breathing in your sweet scent deeply. You’re so fuckin’ cute and innocent. In your sweet little blue and white gingham dress, a little bow tied between your boobs. And you never wear a bra. Fuck does Eddie love that. He swept his eyes down your frame, your soft thighs leading to the smooth skin of your calves, frilly little socks peeking out of the top of your boots.

He holds out a tiny bouquet of wildflowers he picked on his walk from his van to here. Tiny white and yellow star-lily’s, a baby pink prairie rose, a little bundle of baby’s breath. He’s always doing little sweet things to make you smile.

You throw your arms around his neck, pulling him down into a tight hug. “Teddy Bear!” You squeak, nicknaming him that after he won you a little blue bear at the carnival. He squeezes the jiggly skin of your asscheeks in his big, calloused hands and lifts you to wrap your legs around his waist, kissing you like he hasn’t seen you in a week. It’s only been about 18 hours. He spins while he’s holding you, making you giggle and get dizzy. “Put me down, Teddy!” You say as more giggles bubble out of your throat.

This has been going on for a few weeks, after you met Eddie and his friends at the Hawkins carnival, you two couldn’t be separated. He kissed you at the top of the ferris wheel, telling you you’re the most beautiful girl he’s ever met. And he meant it.

“Why have I never seen you around before?” He’d asked, lips leaving wet kisses along your jaw. You giggle into his hair, the feeling of his big hands holding your hips, one of his hands sliding your legs over his thigh.

“I live an hour outside of this town. On a farm.” You reply breathlessly. He pulled back, his big brown eyes looking like a sad puppy’s. “An hour?” He sounded disappointed. He twirls your hair around a finger, his other hand playing with the hem of your tiny Levi’s shorts.

You nod at him, waiting for him to tell you that’s too far away for him to bother. He shrugs, “Guess I’m about to put a lot of miles on my van.” He says, pulling you into his chest, leather jacket arm closing around your shoulder, your head pressed against his shirt, his heart beating fast and the rumble of his voice in your ear. “I’m going to come see you so much, you’ll get sick of me.”

So Eddie drops you down, still holding you close, his tight jeans and black sweater making him look extra cozy.

“Just missed you so much, babygirl. I hate when we’re apart.” He cupped your cheek and you smiled softly, leaning into his palm like a kitten being pet. “I missed you too Daddy.” That’s your favorite nickname for Eddie. His too. It sends a jolt right to his cock every time.

“So what do we want to do today?” Eddie asks, lacing his fingers with yours, swinging your hands gently. You two have gone to dinners, movies, concerts, taken long car rides. Anything to spend time together. But today, you have other plans.

“Mmm… I have an idea…” you sway nervously on your heels. “But I wanna show you something first.”

Eddie’s eyebrows raise curiously, nodding softly for you to continue. You take a deep breath, “okay. well I went to the starcourt mall last week and bought something for you.” “For me? Baby, you know you don’t have to buy me things.” He starts to chastise you.

“I think you’ll like this gift, Teddy Bear.” You push him back gently, telling him to sit on a hay bale. You lift the skirt of your dress up to your waist, revealing the lingerie you bought.

Eddie releases a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. His eyes go wide as he looks toward the opening of the barn, making sure no one can see you two. You giggle, “no one’s home, daddy, don’t worry. s’just me and you.”

Eddie’s brain short circuits as he drinks you in. His soft innocent little bunny, your sun-kissed skin, covered in peach fuzz and goosebumps. A sheer pink lace thong covers your smooth core, little flowers, leaves and strawberries embroidered in the fabric. A garter cinches at your waist, thin ribbons circling around your thighs. Silky pink bows hanging off your hips.

“Wow baby, fuck.” “You like it?” You ask, peeking down. “Like it? I’m losing my mind over it.” He says, hands coming out to pull you towards him. You rest your hands on his shoulders as he traces his fingertips over the ribbons, so dainty and small in his hands.

“I’ve never seen anything so beautiful. Or anyone.” He says, looking up at you. The sun setting outside the barn is sending golden amber beams in through the door and Eddie’s caramel colored eyes are sparkling as he looks at you.

“What are you thinking about, daddy?” You ask, sweet as peach pie. “Shit,” he takes a deep breath, pulling your tummy close to his face, his lips kissing any bit of skin they can reach. “I don’t know if I should say what I’m thinking about.” He laughs.

“Are you thinking about fucking me?” You ask nonchalantly. He looks up at you, hands gripping your waist. “You can’t just say stuff like that, babygirl. You trying to kill me?” You giggle at the look on his face. “No, Eddie, I’m serious.” You say, shaking his shoulders softly and wiggling your hips to emphasize your point. Eddie watches as your hips and thighs recoil at the movement, he doesn’t know how much longer he can hold himself back and be a gentleman.

“But I thought you wanted to wait until we’re married?” He asks, sliding back on the hay bale to pull you into his lap. You look off to the side, clearly conflicted with what you were raised to believe and what you really want.

Eddie is a perv but he’s also so in love with you, it makes his stomach ache. He would never want to push you to do anything you didn’t want to do but to be honest, this whole ‘waiting until marriage’ thing has been kind of a bitch. He’s gotten used to rubbing your clothed pussy against his boner for a release, feeling guilty about it every time. But he needs to get off. And you make him so horny.

You whispering “Well maybe we can do… other things.” is all the ammo Eddie needs. He pulls your dress off over your shoulders, watching as your round perky boobs bounce back once the fabric is gone. He groans as he takes his bottom lip between his teeth, eyelids hooded as he palms and squeezes your boobs. He lets each fingertip graze over your nipples as you let your head fall back, tingles all over your body. He pinches your hard nipples a little too roughly, a loud moan escaping your throat.

He smiles slowly, “Oh, don’t tell me you liked that. Don’t tell me that because I won’t be able to control myself.” You nod, “Felt good, daddy.” You whimper. His eyes roll back in his head as he takes your nipple in his mouth, his tongue sucking and laving over it while he tweaks your other one. He switches back and forth between them until they’re nice and wet, his lips glimmering with saliva. You rake your nails through his hair, scratching gently at the nape of his neck.

“I feel tingly down there again, Eddie. Remember how I told you last time?” Oh he remembers. Almost had to pull his dick out and stroke it in front of you when you told him. You had been making out, your little hips wiggling, your pussy getting drenched. Eddie loves the fact that he can get you so turned on. He loves that he’s the one who gets to introduce you to all this stuff. He wanted to touch you that day but held himself back. But he’s done holding back.

He pulls a flannel blanket off the top of the hay and lays it out onto the dirty barn floor. He instructs you to lay down, while he unclasps your garter belt and slips your panties down your legs. He sniffs them taking a slow, deep breath, making you giggle and blush before he slips them in his back pocket.

You feel totally bare in front of him, legs spread wide open for him to settle in between. He crouches down, eyes hooded and mouth hanging open as he takes in the beautiful flower between your legs. Pussy lips all pink and puffy, little nub of your clit sticking out under it’s hood just begging for attention. Your tiny fluttering hole is leaking clear, milky fluid that has his mouth watering, he licks his lips to stop from drooling.

He lets his fingers dance through your folds, gathering all your slick. You tremble at his fingers, thighs starting to come together. “Oh none of that baby,” he says pushing your thighs down with his palms. “so sensitive aren’t you?” he asks before landing a little spank to your clit. You moan loudly, hands cupping your breasts and squeezing hard.

Eddie’s in awe of you, so perfect and pure laying open for him. He gets down on his stomach and hooks his forearms under your thighs, guiding your ankles over his shoulders. “Gonna help you get nice and open for me, ok baby? Gonna get you nice and ready.” You bite your lip and nod, eyes closing as his lips trail little wet kisses up your inner thigh.

He spreads open your lips and spits directly on your cunt, watching it drip down and mix with your juices. His mouth attaches to your clit while he carefully, slowly slips his middle finger into your tight hole. His thick finger curls upwards, finding that special spot deep inside you.

You rake your fingers through his hair, pulling his face closer to you and moaning his name. He smiles against your pussy, peeking his head up to admire your fucked out face and tell you how sweet you taste.

He goes back to licking and sucking at your clit sloppily, his wrist working faster to fuck his finger in and out of you. He pulls his finger out to dip the tip of his tongue inside you, so warm and tight around his pink muscle. “Daddy, feels so good, need your finger again.” He dips his first and middle fingers in this time, seeing how much you can take.

“Fuck baby, your pussy’s practically pulling in my fingers.” He groans. He flips his hand so his palm is up and he starts pistoning his fingers in and out of you. Your legs start to shake and he holds them down, fingers squeezing at the flesh of your thighs.

You cry out his name, a tense spasm feeling starting deep within. His thumb starts to strum fast circles on your clit, “c’mon baby. show me you’re a good girl. know you can do it.” He says, out of breath. You squeeze your eyes shut, all sound fading away as your first orgasm comes crashing over you, each wave of pleasure more intense than the last. You cry out, repeating Eddie’s name as you gush onto his hand.

“Fuuuuck babygirl, that’s it. Did so good for me, so fucking perfect.” He says as you come down from your high, catching your breath. “Oh my god, daddy.” you say, exhausted smile on your face.

Eddie palms at his hard length through his jeans, if he doesn’t stop neglecting it soon, he’s going to lose his mind. He leans over you, kissing you deeply, tongue sliding over yours. You run your fingers up his chest under his shirt, helping him pull it off. He pushes his hips into yours, the rough fabric of his jeans scratching at your soft skin. “I need to know how it feels to be inside you baby, just for a minute. I promise I won’t put more than just the tip in. Please.” He begs you, his hands already unzipping his jeans, unbuckling his belt. “Just for a minute?” You clarify. “Cause you know I’m not on the pill, Teddy Bear.”

He growls, “Just a quick minute baby,” he kisses the tip of your nose, “I promise, I just need to feel you wrapped around me.” You nod at him, sweet little smile on your lips. He shimmies down his pants and boxers, just to his thighs.

He shudders as he reaches down to grab his cock, giving it a few tugs as he kisses your neck and whispers a thank you in your ear. Your eyes wander down to look at it. “It’s pretty like you, daddy. Pink like your lips.” You giggle. He smiles, kissing you softly as his weight comes down on you. He looks down between your bodies, letting the mushroom head push through your slick folds. “Gonna be a little bit of a stretch, bunny. But it’ll feel better soon.” He says before pushing his cock all the way in to the hilt. You hold back a moan, focusing on when it’s going to stop hurting.

Eddie’s mind goes blank. Being inside you is more addicting than he thought it would be. He slowly pulls all the way out before sliding back in, just as deeply as before. He lets out a whimper as his face gets nuzzled into the crook of your neck, one hand on your hip, the other holding your cheek.

Your gummy walls hug him tight, like you were made for him. He lets his hips start to hump in and out of you, never fully pulling out, just enough to feel his balls slap against your ass. He keeps going and going and going, whimpering and moaning your name telling you how good you feel.

The painful stretching feeling is gone and all that’s left is pleasure, Eddie’s big thick cock filling you up just right, so much better than his fingers, which you didn’t think was possible.

Eddie’s hands grab behind your lower back, hugging you close to him as he fucks up into you. “So fucking tight baby, never gonna let this pussy go. Gonna make you mine forever.” He grunts as he fucks you hard and deep.

He’s starting to sweat, mumbling curses and praises to you. It feels so good you don’t want it to stop but you start to get worried. He’ll stop before it goes too far you think. His hips pump faster into you, wet sounds and skin on skin slaps echoing through the large barn. “Can’t pull out-can’t. Feels too good.” He chokes out. You whimper, hands pushing his chest, little “no”s leaving your mouth as another orgasm creeps up on you.

His movements get faster and sloppier, short broken moans leaving his mouth as his eyes screw shut, his forehead coming down to meet yours. You open your mouth as a silent moan comes from deep within you, coming at the same time as him. Thick ropes of his cum shoot inside you, his hips flush to yours as he pumps every last bit of his seed into you with a shudder.

You look at him angrily, “Eddie!” “What?” He says, laughing a bit at how cute you sound when you’re angry. “You said only for a minute!” “I’m sorry, it felt too good. Been waiting so long for that.” “You lied to me.” You said, eyes starting to water. He tuts at you, smile leaving his face. “No, no, no bunny, I tried to pull out, I really did. I’m sorry.”

A fat tear rolls down your cheek, “You didn’t try! Now what am I going to do? What if-what if-” you choke out through sobs. “It’ll be fine baby. You’re not pregnant. And if you are, we’ll be ok. All three of us.” You look at him with your big wet eyes, starting to relax and breathe normally again and Eddie smiles softly. He doesn’t regret what he did because he’d do it again. He meant what he said. He’ll make you his forever.

“Yeah?” You ask him. “Of course. Whatever happens, I’ll always be here. No matter what.” He says, thumb swiping away the trail of tears from your cheeks. He kisses you softly, “I love you, Bunny.” You smile, “I love you too, Eddie.”

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[intistone]

The Fella Who is Patient.

dca cotl au of the god of death himself...being imprisoned is no fun.

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[arlh0e]

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[hellfirebabe666]

Be My Sweetheart

Eddie Munson x goth!Reader(using she/her pronouns in fic. no use of y/n) Word Count: 1k+ Warnings: absolute none to report just fluff if I'm honest

Hawkins High was abuzz with the upcoming Valentine's Sweethearts Dance that had just about every student trying to find their "sweetheart" and their way of inviting their dance partner was the Valentine's candy grams that the school was selling. A box of conversation hearts with a rose. Sure, it wasn't fancy, but this was high school after all.

The candy grams were set to go out just a few days before Valentine's Day with the dance itself taking place on that love filled holiday evening. As such you had all cliques in the cafeteria going on about the plans of who they were wanting to invite to the dance. Eddie Munson, the head of the school's resident D&D club was sitting at their respective table attempting to go over plans for their next meeting before the youngsters in the crew began to talk amongst themselves about their Sweethearts Dance plans.

"So you're buying one for Max, right," Mike asked nudging Lucas who was looking unsure. "Maybe. She's still mad at me about something. I can't even remember what now but she's been giving me the cold shoulder for a week," he sulked. "Maybe she's on her period," Dustin stated. Lucas just rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Look man, maybe the candy gram will make up for it," Mike suggested.

Eddie slammed his palms on the table shaking the treys of his other members to shake the boys attention back. "Come on, freshmen, we need to focus here. Enough with the corporate holiday crap," Eddie said as the boys drew their attention back to their leader. "Come on, Eddie. Valentine's Day can be fun. You just hate it because you're not with anyone," Dustin chuckled.

Eddie shook is head, "Oh dear Henderson you sweet sweet summer child. I don't hate it because I'm not with anyone, I hate it because it's just an excuse to spend money on gifts to proclaim your love but really it's just an excuse for marketing and upselling to shmucks who don't know any better." Dustin rolled his eyes a scoffed, "Whatever you say, Eddie. All I know is there's a particular goth girl who has been eyeing you for weeks now."

Eddie tilts his head looking at the curly headed kid and moves closer grabbing him by the scruff of his shirt to bring him closer to him as he spoke, "Say that again, Henderson?" Dustin swallowed nervously and spoke up, "Uh y-you know Robin's friend that goth chick that is like...super quiet? She uh, she likes you." Eddie's eyes widened at that admission. Robin's friend was something of an enigma in that she was hard to get a read on and she was just so shy. But Robin did speak very highly of her when she was brought up in conversation and the handful of times Eddie got to talk to her she seemed alright. Apparently she was really gifted in art and funny once she got comfortable around you.

"Henderson, where did you find this out and were you planning to tell me any sooner," Eddie asked Dustin loosening his grip on his shirt and finally letting him go as he settled back in his seat. Dustin smoothed out his shirt and glanced around hoping Robin and her friend weren't within ear shot. "Kinda heard her talking to Robin at Family Video a little while ago. She doesn't think you'd be interested. And honestly I wasn't sure it as my place to tell you at all." Eddie nodded slowly in understanding and looked over a few tables away where he saw Robin and the girl that was the topic of conversation.

She was cute. Dark hair down to her shoulders, a nose stud adorning her face and she always had graphic liner. Eddie had seen her in passing around school and he always thought looked cool but never had the opportunity to really speak to her more often considering she really kept to herself and her limited friend group. But once Dustin made him aware of your feelings his eyes lit up with an idea and he quickly bolted for the table just outside of the cafeteria where student council members were selling candy grams. Eddie knew what he was going to do. Sure he was buying into the bullshit, but he wanted to make her smile.

Days passed and it was lunch period time only today was the day student council members were delivering the candy grams to the respective students they were sent to. Eddie watched from the Hellfire table as they made their rounds and one made a stop at Robin and your table stopping before handing you a rose and box of conversation hearts. Robin's eyes widened, "Oh my god who's it from?" She asks frantically attempting to snatch the conversation hearts out of your hand to read the message but you were quick to avoid as you moved to turn the box over.

Be my sweetheart to the dance on Friday? -EM

And along with is was a heart with an arrow drawn through it. You looked at wide eyed and then looked up from your table and that's when you saw Eddie who was now approaching your table. He had a smirk on his face as he approached. Robin gasped and immediately whispered, "I'm going to go over there and I swear to god you better give me full details later!" She scolded you before rushing off tuning out your minor attempt to protest.

Eddie takes the seat next to you on the bench, "Hey." He said simply. "Hi Eddie," you said quietly looking at him. "So, how about it? Think you would want to go to the dance? Of course no pressure, we don't even have to go to the dance honestly. But I would like to take you out some time. What do you say?" He looks at you tilting his head and smiling feeling hopeful of your answer.

You couldn't help but giggle slightly and give him a big smile, "I would love to go the dance with you, but of course only if you're comfortable. No pressure," you repeat his words back and smile. He grabs your hands in his and looks at you and it gives you butterflies. "I'd love to take you to the dance, sweets. Gotta show off my hot date after all," he winks and squeezes my hands lightly.

"Well I look forward to it," you say and lean in to kiss his cheek which catches him off guard but the grin on his face after was absolutely cartoonish and you couldn't help but giggle again.

Yep, he was an absolute goner.

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[babyshoesnerdshit]

working on night shift pt 2 so i figured this was a good time to answer @gaozorous-rex-blog lol

first off thanks so much!! this is my first published fic so i'm really glad you like it :3

second off i imagine that the batfam found him by one of them just randomly choosing to get a snack from the store he works at one night and his snarky comments endeared him to them, then it was a domino effect with the rest of the family. i personal i think jay found him first and the rest followed.

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[alwaysthefool]

Stranger (x Fyodor)

Warnings: None probably but ask to warn

Tags: Fluff maybe, gender neutral, no spoilers

Another party you knew would end up in your pile of things that made you sadder. Once again you were reminded that you didn’t have any friends, did not know anyone there, but had to attend as a dutiful heir to an absent family. Even people that knew you pretended they didn’t, and you wondered if it had something to do with the way you look.

You did not even try to strike up conversation. In places like these, you could only speak if you were introduced by someone else. Although sitting alone was a common experience for you, looking at others socialising made you feel like an alien.

I just have to make it through a few hours, you told yourself as the loneliness brought forth a hint of a tear to your eye. You could do with anyone, just anyone, anyone to be there with you and speak to you. Just one friend.

Please.

As you could not bear the welling loneliness and embarrassing experience of sitting alone looking at either other people or your phone, you stood up from your seat and headed towards the balcony, only to bump into a tall, dashingly handsome, thin man, with violet eyes that matched the colour of your clothes. You felt like that couldn’t be a coincidence, and in his beauty, doubted if you had chosen your garb for that very purpose.

“Uh, sorry.” you spoke a little awkwardly, trying not to gawk at his eyes, politely moving aside to enter the relieving air of the balcony. You cursed yourself mentally for not knowing how to communicate in a more polished manner, but the view of the stars in the sky, the cool breeze, and the lack of other people made you forget those thoughts for a moment. But it was the darkness you loved the most, even if it was scary, it was empty. Devoid of souls.

Or so you thought.

As you leaned on the railing, you noticed that person beside you again, yelping from how he appeared out of nowhere.

The man chuckled. “Apologies if I scared you.”

“Oh, it’s okay.” You mentally cringed at your awkwardness again. But anyway, what was he doing back there? You thought perhaps you should be the one to start making conversation, so you introduced yourself. “Um, hi, I’m [name].”

“Adorable.” You realised he was staring at you, not even turning away when you looked at him to talk. It felt like he could see right through you, and if he looked away, it meant he was done reading. You regretted asking for a friend earlier, but didn’t have it in you to leave. Besides, he was cool, in a rat sort of way. “I’m Fyodor.”

He kept staring, and you couldn’t take it. “Why are you staring at me?”

“Because you’re beautiful, and I don’t understand what you’re doing here alone.” He finally looked away. “I never intended to make you uncomfortable.”

You didn’t have any meek ‘oh it’s completely okay’s in you left, so you decided to stay silent. You didn’t want him to leave, however, and kept thinking about him calling you beautiful. As for why you did not have a date, everyone you asked kept cancelling. It was strange, to say the least, and made you feel pathetic, so pathetic you couldn’t even tell Fyodor off because at least someone was speaking to you.

“So tell me, what are you doing in the balcony?”

“Getting air.” You lied, more eager to ask what he was doing there. “You?”

“Keeping an angel company.”

You blushed at the response, hating yourself for it. “You’re really direct.”

“It’s no secret I’d like to whisk you away from here.” He looked at you again, and so did you, his dark eyes glittering in moonlight, everything about his pale face perfect.

You didn’t realise how long you’d just been staring at each other, or when he closed the distance between the two of you, his lips feeling dry and somewhat chapped, but perfect, as you kissed him back, as if allowing him to drink from your own lips. His hands snaked around your waist, pulling you closer, as yours rested on his shoulders. Even though you were the one out of breath, he pulled away first, as if allowing you to breathe.

“Sorry.” He noticed. “You were just too… sweet.”

Maybe you had one more ‘oh it’s completely okay’ left in you, just for him. “Now, how about we go somewhere more private, and less… suffocating.”

“Please.”

#daaaarling guess who’s back from jaillll? #fyodor dostoevsky #bungou stray dogs #fics #fanfiction #bsd #Fyodor x reader #self insert fic #self indulgent #fluff

[unmellowyellowfellow]

-- a short recollection i'm writing from the time my husband and i were "just friends"

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[mothlover69]

What's Your Name?

We've got the Buggy x Jinx origin fic woohoo! How it all began - hint, it's Shanks' fault.

(This is an edited version of the fic. The full explicit version is on AO3)

CW for alcohol and implied NSFW content (but no actual sex)

"You stickin' around?" Shanks asked, his face red with intoxication. His hair was a mess of crimson waves as he grinned and leaned towards his friend.

Jinx shrugged and took another swig of their drink. "S'not like I've got anywhere better to be right now. I'm kinda between jobs or whatever."

Shanks laughed loudly. "Oh, you need a job? What if I said I had somethin' for you?"

"Depends what it is," they replied.

A drop of sweat rolled down Shanks' temple as he grabbed a scrap of paper and started scribbling. Jinx raised an eyebrow at him, because what the fuck was he even doing? He folded the scrap in half before pushing it into their hand.

"How about a delivery? Bring that to an old friend of mine and I'll pay you well," he promised.

This was not the sort of job that Jinx normally took, and he knew it. But... maybe something simple would be a nice change.

"Fine. Who's your friend?"

Shanks smiled, his eyes hazed with alcohol. "Buggy the Clown."

**

It had taken a stupid amount of time to track this guy down. Turns out he was floating around the East Blue and a circus themed pirate ship wasn't hard to find if you were in the right place. It's just that a drunk Shanks was really bad with directions.

Still, Jinx finally managed to find their way. The ship was docked on some tiny ass island in the middle of nowhere... not exactly the place one would expect the circus to stop.

Their target was a pirate, and Jinx was more than familiar with that sort. They made a beeline for the nearest pub and sure enough a crowd of colorful pirates had completely overrun the place. Their loud, obnoxious voices filled the air along with the stink of B.O... ugh. Jinx glanced around the place, eyes searching each face for one that matched the wanted poster Shanks had shown them... ah. There.

Standing on top of a table in the middle of the pub singing a rude shanty at the top of his lungs was a man. With his long blue hair split into pig tails that spilled over his pirate hat like tassles and the big, red nose, he was unmistakable.

"Buggy!" Jinx's call of his name carried over the crowd, and he turned to them, eyes wide with surprise... and alcohol. Not surprising; Jinx had never met a pirate that didn't love their booze.

The pirate clown hopped down from the table, his boots thumping to the ground. He sauntered over, long coat billowing behind him, and his eyes dragged their way up and down Jinx as though in appraisal.

"Now, who might you be?" he asked. His voice was expressive, raspy, but not unpleasant. He stopped a few inches away and leaned into their space, his blue-green eyes locked on theirs.

"No one of consequence. I've got a delivery." Jinx fished the scrap of paper out of their pocket and waved it in front of his face.

Buggy hummed. "Aw, you're not gonna tell me your name?"

Jinx ignored him and thrust the paper more insistently at him. He plucked it from them, his eyes still glued to their face. They took a step back. Buggy straightened up.

He unfolded the paper and...

"What the hell?!" He yelled, his face immediately morphing to one of rage.

"Whats wrong, boss?" one of the other pirates called as Buggy ground his teeth together. He crumpled the paper and tossed it to the ground before stomping on it like a child throwing a tantrum.

Buggy whirled on the messenger, getting back up in their space. "So, red hair put you up to this, did he?"

Jinx raised their hands in a placating gesture. "Hey, all I did was deliver it, cuz he paid me to."

The clown snarled. "Of course, he did. Of course."

"What'd it say anyway?"

"Nothing," Buggy spat. And then he sucked in a deep breath. And his face turned thoughtful. "I suppose you had nothing to do with- with his disrespect."

"Yeah, uh, I just wanted his gold. Didn't have anything to do with anything else." Though, honestly, they thought it would be hard to respect someone like him.

Buggy hummed and stepped closer. They stepped back. "You did travel all this way... why don't you stay a while. Drinks on me."

The offer was tempting, but... that meant spending more time with an irritating clown who couldn't keep his eyes to himself. On the other hand, he was offering them free booze. Pirates weren't the only ones with a thing for alcohol.

"Fine. I'll let you buy me a drink or two."

Buggy's face broke into a large grin. "Talk about flashy!" His gloved hand wrapped around Jinx's wrist, and he tugged them up to the bar.

"Don't touch me," they snatched their hand away from him. He only laughed with that stupid clown laugh of his. Jinx sat on a stool and crossed their arms.

"What's your poison?" Buggy tapped his chin as he stared at Jinx. They glared back. Damn, he was annoying. "You seem like a sake guy. Am i right?"

"Yeah," they said, and Buggy laughed again.

"A round of sake for our sweet messenger!" He called to the bartender who only nodded with dull eyes as she poured the drink. How long had Buggy and his crew been here taking over the bar? How long until they finally left?

Jinx took the offered cup and took a gulp. Buggy was still staring. What was with this guy? Did he ever blink?

"So, are you just a hired hand for old red hair? Or something more?"

"How do you know Shanks, anyway? He called you an old friend."

He scoffed at that. "I wouldn't use the word friend, doll."

"Aw, Buggy, why not? I thought we were best friends?" an all too familiar voice said. A voice that should not have been here.

Buggy immediately leapt a foot in the air, his head popping off his neck. "Red hair?! What the fuck are you doing here?"

"Hey, Shanks," Jinx nodded at the newcomer. "Didn't see you come in. Don't tell me you were following me?"

Shanks only shrugged, not answering, before turning to Buggy. "Didn't you get my note? It said I was coming by for a visit."

"You know damn well it said nothing of the sort," Buggy snarled. "The fuck is with you, what's the point of hiring a messenger if you're just gonna show up yourself. And by the way, I was not in the mood to see your ugly mug, so why don't you just fuck off!"

"I missed you, too, buddy," Shanks laughed.

The clown sputtered wordlessly, his face red with rage.

Jinx took another swig of their drink, growing tired of the theatrics. "Does this mean I get my payment sooner?"

"Focused on the coin, eh?" Shanks dug into his pocket before pulling out a sizeable purse. "This do?"

Taking it and weighing it in their hand momentarily, Jinx then nodded and stuck it in their own pocket. "I think that's a bit more than we agreed on."

"Consider it a tip for dealing with my friend."

"I'm NOT your friend!" Buggy yelled.

Jinx leaned across the counter, ignoring the commotion, motioning to the bartender. "This place got rooms or should I try somewhere else?"

The bartender was an older woman, her grey hair piled on top of her head like a wasp's nest. Her eyes were dull, exhausted. Jinx felt for her; her job must get so much harder when pirates came to town.

"Yeah, there's a bed upstairs. 15 berries a night."

They dug out some coin and slid it across the counter. "One night, please. Keep the change... since you have a bar full of assholes tonight."

The woman snorted before sliding a key across the bar, which they pocketed. "Eh, at least they're paying. Wish they'd've showered before coming in, though."

Suddenly, someone grabbed their wrist. Jinx tore away from their conversation, leveling a glare at the clown that dared lay a hand on them.

He didn't notice. He was busy screaming at Shanks. Still.

"And I suppose you sent your pretty little boyfriend here just so you can rub it in my face, huh?!"

"What are you talking about, I don't have a-"

"I know your game, you bastard," Buggy jabbed a finger in Shanks' face, his grip on Jinx's wrist tightening. "Why are you even getting them all wrapped up in your bullshit, huh?"

"Let me go, asshole!" Jinx tried to tug their wrist out of his grasp, but he was too strong. Stronger than he looked. "Fucking clown!"

Buggy paused in his ranting, looking at Jinx yet again. There was an intensity in his gaze that had them shrinking away from him. "Sorry," he grunted before releasing them.

"And for the record, I am not Shanks' boyfriend. Don't know where the fuck you got that idea."

"It just makes sense! Since you two were all- all chummy and shit."

"Chummy? You mean when he paid me for doing the job he hired me for?"

Buggy huffed and crossed his arms. Instead of saying anything else, he grabbed his mug of beer and drank deeply from it. Jinx did the same with their sake. They absolutely were going to need another one. Hopefully theyd be able to convince Buggy to keep paying.

"Another round," the clown hiccuped to the bartender. "Including my friend, here." He shot a glare at Shanks. "Not you."

Ok, guess he wouldnt need convincing after all. Jinx beamed when another cup was set in front of them.

"Well," Shanks clapped his hands together. "It's always great seeing you, old pal. But I've got places to be."

Jinx glanced at him, eyebrows raised. "Seriously? All that effort and you're leaving already?"

He shrugged. "What, you gonna miss me or something?"

They only rolled their eyes and went back to what was important: their drink.

"Get the fuck outta here, no one's gonna miss you!" Buggy yelled before turning his back on his 'old friend'.

Shanks left with one final obnoxious laugh. The two drank in silence, though the place was far from silent. Buggy's crew was rowdy, that was for sure.

"Honestly thought you woulda gone with him," Buggy remarked after a while. His voice was much calmer than before; Jinx had to strain to hear him over the loud pirates surrounding them.

"I already bought a room here; there'd be no point in following him."

"No?" Buggy glanced at them out of the corner of his eye. "No interest in his bed?"

"Ugh, for the last time, I'm not with Shanks. He's so not my type," they grimaced. They could feel their head starting to swim, no doubt from the sake.

"I'm shocked. Most people seem to be all over him," he stuck out his tongue in disgust.

"Yeah? What about you? He your type or something?"

Buggy's jaw dropped - literally. It fell from his face and dropped to the floor before popping back into place. "Absolutely fucking not! That's disgusting!" He gagged.

"Right, right. So he's your ex."

"No! Ugh, don't say such gross shit," he shuddered, as though truly disgusted. Jinx snickered.

"Oh, thanks for the drinks," they said, deciding to have mercy and switch subjects.

"I'll buy ya another, doll," he gestured to bartender, who sighed and started pouring another round.

Head already fuzzy, Jinx wondered if they should decline. But then the cup was slid in front of them and they drank happily. It was like the stuff got tastier the more they had. Booze was magic like that.

"You this generous to everyone you meet?"

"Nah, just the cute ones," he winked.

Jinx groaned. They should've figured the clown would hit on them sooner or later, and they seriously didn't need this. Indulging his bullshit was off the table. "And that's my cue to leave." They slid from their stool, but Buggy caught them by their wrist... again.

"Aw, c'mon, doll. Night's just getting started." He pleaded, his clownish makeup exaggerating his already exaggerated pleading expression.

"Why do you keep calling me that?"

"You never told me your name."

Jinx blinked. Their mind worked sluggishly, but maybe getting a few more free drinks off the clown wasn't such a bad idea. Slowly, they sat back down, and a grin slid into place on Buggy's face.

"Another round?"

"I probably shouldn't."

"But do you want to?"

"Yes."

Time passed. Drinks were chugged. And somehow, Jinx ended up leaning against Buggy as one of his crew members danced on a table while juggling knives. Something they would've disapproved of when they first walked in now had them cheering, especially when the pirate accidentally knicked himself in his drunken state.

Jinx yawned, and half a thought occured to them. They had a bed waiting for them, didn't they?

"Ah, fuck, what time is it? I gotta..." they trailed off, looking around for a clock. They stepped away from the pirate clown, intending on retiring to their room, but they didn't manage more than two steps before they tripped over their own feet. Gloved hands caught them and pulled them upright.

"Careful, sweetness. Wouldn't want something to happen to you," Buggy said, his speech only slightly slurred.

"I just- I should go to bed," they said even as they allowed him to pull them into his side.

"Let me walk you to your room."

"No way, am perfectly fine."

"Yeah? S'that why you fell?"

Jinx sighed in defeat. "Okay, whatever. It's uh..." they fished the roomkey from their pocket. "Says room 2."

Buggy wrapped one arm around their waist, keeping a secure hold as he guided them away from the crowd. A couple pirates whistled, though whether that had anything to do with what their captain was up to was unclear. Jinx's head swam. His hand was so warm on their side, and altogether he was surprisingly strong. It was nice not having to focus on keeping themself on their feet.

Eventually, they made it to the room. Jinx fumbled with the key, missing the lock a couple of times before finally managing to insert it. And then was the matter of turning it, which proved to be its own ordeal, but finally, finally, they managed to get the door open.

"Thanks, Bug," they slurred. "Wanna come in?"

"Oh, is that an invitation? Don't mind if I do," Buggy laughed. He helped them into the room, not letting go until they were safely sitting on the bed.

Immediately, Jinx stood, swaying on their feet.

"Doll, you're a bit drunk. You should probably sit."

"Shhhhhh," they pressed a finger to his lips, smearing the red paint slightly. "I need to tell ya somethin."

Buggy blinked. "What?"

They giggled drunkenly before leaning into his space. "I never told you my name, did I?"

"You finally gonna tell me?"

They grabbed the collar of his jacket, partly to pull him closer, but mostly to help keep themself standing. "But I know your name. You're Buggy."

"Most people call me Captain Buggy," he corrected with a slightly bewildered smile.

"You're Buggy," they repeated. "I found you, cuz I was paid to. But you," they giggled again. "You're prettier than I thought you'd be."

His face flushed bright red and his voice shot up an octave. "I'm what?!"

Jinx leaned in even closer, their faces mere inches apart. His breath fanned across their face, thick with the stench of booze.

"Pretty," they whispered before pressing their lips to his.

Caught off guard, Buggy faltered, frozen, unsure how to respond. No one had ever just kissed him out of the blue like that before. No one had ever called him pretty.

Jinx pulled back, trying to blink through their hazy brain. Oh, did he not like that? "Mmm, sorry-"

Before they could finish their sentence, Buggy grabbed them and crashed into another kiss. Jinx let out a surprised noise before their eyes slipped closed, and they fell into the rhythm of the kiss.

It was clumsy, seeing as they were both far from sober, but the way his lips slid over theirs was intoxicating. His hands slid down their body, fingers finding purchase in their soft flesh before resting on their hips. Jinx sighed into his mouth as he pulled them flush against him.

They swayed dangerously on their feet, and Buggy gently lifted them with his hands on their waist. He really was stronger than he looked. He laid them on the mattress with care, and they grabbed the front of his shirt with clumsy hands and pulled him down with them, connecting their mouths once again. They nipped at his bottom lip in a playful gesture, and Buggy growled softly.

"Fuck," Jinx swore quietly and shoved at Buggy's coat. "Take it off."

He laughed breathlessly and let the coat fall from his shoulders, presumably landing in a heap on the floor. Jinx's hands flew to his green belt and started tugging at it. He helped untie it, and then suddenly they were untucking his striped shirt and shoving their hands under the fabric, running them over his skin. Their fingers explored every inch they could reach, sighing in delight as they carded through his soft body hair, or felt a puckered scar.

Oh, they were going to make this clown see stars.

***

Buggy rolled off of Jinx, both of them panting and sweaty. He gathered them into his arms, cradling their head tenderly against his chest.

"You good, sweetness?" He whispered.

They cracked one eye open. "Name's Jinx."

"Nice to meet ya, Jinx."

They groaned at his bad joke, and he chuckled.

"Here, let me..." he sent one of his hands searching around the room, returning with a wetted cloth, which he used to clean the both of them up. Jinx sighed, relaxing in his arms. He brought his hand back and used it to play with their short hair, pressing a kiss to their forehead.

It was not long until Jinx was drifting off to sleep, snuggled up to Buggy, who was all too happy to keep them close to his heart.

***

Jinx blinked open their eyes, squinting against the sunlight that shown through the window. Shit, their head hurt. They definitely had gotten a bit carried away with that sake...

Slowly, they began to become more aware of their surroundings. And the fact that they were pressed up against something really warm with something heavy across their chest.

Their eyes adjusted to the morning light, and they were finally able to see the sleeping face of..

Oh, there was no way.

The events from last night flooded their brain, albeit most of it was still rather fuzzy. They'd- they'd slept with Buggy the Clown?? And then spent the night cuddling him???

Their head spun, mostly from the hangover.

Okay, first thing was first. Carefully, slowly, they slid out from beneath his arm that still cradled them. They kept an eye on Buggy, freezing in place if he so much as stirred slightly. They absolutely were not in the mood for talking to him, especially not if he was gonna try and be romantic. Ugh.

Finally, they managed to slip away from him and out of the bed. Thank god he seemed to be a heavy sleeper.

Next step. Jinx was still naked. They glanced around the room, at the fabric strewn all over the floor. Luckily, their pants were an easy find. They pulled them on and scanned the room for their sh-

Buggy made a noise, and they panicked. Oh god, he was gonna wake up any moment. Shit. They scrambled about, pulling on the first shirt shaped piece of fabric they found. They glanced back at the bed and saw that he was indeed beginning to stir. Their heart jumped, and without thinking, they slid open the window and clambered through it, dropping to the ground below.

They took off running, thankful to feel the weight of Shanks's coin still in their pocket. If there was one thing they knew, they had to get far, far away from here. Away from their mistake. Away from Buggy the damn Clown.

It wasn't til they managed to hitch a ride on the first boat out of there that they realized the shirt they'd grabbed was not, in fact, their plain grey one, but rather red with white stripes.

Did ya make it this far? Hi and thanks for reading! As a treat you get to see what Shanks wrote on that little note of his

#ship: chop chop slide #self ship #self ship fic #self insert fic #buggy the clown #woah self ship content be upon ye #my writing #divider credit to animatedglittergraphics-n-more #i hope I spelled that right lololol

[dolls-self-ships]

Two Birds One Storm

heyyyy this is my first fic in a while also it’s not finished yet this is only part one so it’s a quick read if you’re interested! <3 inspired by this prompt by otp-fanfic-ideas

“Oh my, would you look at that?”

Mac raised her head with a slight curious hum in her throat at the sound of her voice, she looked over to see her .. em.. friend, sitting by the window of her hut, which was being rapidly spotted with heavy raindrops, making an aggressive tap.. tap tap.. tap.. tap tap sound on the glass.

Mac felt startled, she could have sworn she calculated this weeks weather to a T, and all accounts showed nothing but sunshine, but sometimes Mother Nature had a way of being particularly unpredictable. Either that or she had miscalculated, but Mac would rather believe the first thing than the second one.

“Why, it’s just raining cats and dogs” Daphne tsked, still observing the grey sky and the cloudy mist that now covered the island.

“Oh aye” Mac agreed as she joined Daphne at the window, looking up to study the clouds herself. “And that great big one looks like a cumulonimbus. An et looks like there’s more rolling in fast as et is.”

Daphne looked at her, a little confused at first but trying her best to remember what kind of cloud that was. She had been getting used to Mac’s way of putting things into very technical terms, on top of her thick Scottish accent- of which both she found endlessly charming- and she would hate to make Mac repeat herself, as she often had to.

After a couple seconds, Daphne was almost certain she remembered. “That means uh.. thunder right?”

Mac smiled at her, and nodded in approval. She gave a little "mhm!" as in 'that's correct!'.

"I must say hen, you're catchin' on faster than Mr. Rhodes ever did. Yer a fast learner!" Mac praised her with an approving grin and a wink. Daphne felt a small sense of pride swell inside of her when Mac said that, partially because she liked the feeling of being better than Rocky at something, but also because she liked that Mac felt understood by her.

“Maybe because we spend so much time together" she giggled.

Mac felt a little bit of a rush from that, a warmth filled her cheeks as she nodded. "Aye, that too." She looked back out the window,

After a few moments of staring out into the rain, it slowly began to dawn on Daphne that her hut was all the way on the other side of town, and getting there would be like hell in just the rain alone, let along when the storm starts picking up. She gently cleared her throat and stammered "W-well, I-I should probably start headin' out now"

Mac was shocked, what on earth was she saying? She couldn't go out in this weather. "What? Now? I donnae think that's such a good idea, lass."

Daphne sighed "If I don't get goin' now I'm not gonna make it home" she said, shaking her head, "and I would hate to be a bother to you"

The rain started to pick up more, followed by a loud crash that startled the two. Both their heads turned quickly back to the window, and their eyes slowly travled upwards to see clusters of rain clouds, more and more packing in as if they all had a personal vendetta against this one specific chicken-housing island. They could see tiny flashes of light coming from between the cracks of plush looking grey forms in the sky, but it wasn't sunshine like one would hope, the flashes were erratic and white, the lightning had already begun to start up.

"Hen, I cannae let you go out in that, ye could ge'y knocked over by de wind, lost in all de fog, shrivel up like a wee raisin from all the rain, catch hypothermia-"

Daphne watched as Mac counted on her fingers all the possibilities she could face if she went outside at this time, in an effort to get her to stop, she placed her wings overtop of hers.

"Alright, alright, I get it, I just.." She paused, shifting in her seat and taking a breath “I just don’t wanna impose, that’s all”

Mac shook her head. “Even if that was, hen, there’s no wey that wee half-built bit wuld keep you warm enough in this.”

Daphne hummed, looking back outside as she saw the first bolt of lightening hit the water around the island. She wasn’t able to get out a response in time as Mac has already gotten up from her seat.

“Sit tight while I put de kettle on.”

As Mac left to the kitchen to get started, Daphne watched her with guilty eyes. She didn't know what it was, but everytime she was being waited on by someone, it always felt off. Wrong somehow. She hated making people go out of their way for her, she didn't like the feeling that she was causing trouble or making someone get up, even when it was a simple of a task as brewing tea. So, she quickly got up from her seat.

"Wait" She followed after her,  Mac turned over her shoulder from where she stood, already at the counter with the kettle going, which had already begun to make its low steaming sound, a high pitched, barely audible 'phhhwwwwtttt' sound. Daphne came up beside her and plucked two tea bags from the little display Mac had placed on the kitchen top. Peppermint- Mac's favourite. "I'll get these for ya"

Mac smiled, holding out her hand to grab the two little bags. "Thanks hen" she said, reaching for them a bit further than she intended, and accidentally brushing her hand over Daphne fingertips.

phhhwwttt

Mac jolted, a gasp hitched in her throat. Her teeth clenched as she flinched her hand away, feeling that familiar warmth in her cheeks again. Her eyes flickered between her recoiled hand and Daphne’s face, hoping that she could read her expression just enough to predict what was going through her mind at that moment.

Ppppphhhwhwwttttt

Daphne wasn't all that suave either, she didn’t say a word, but her eyes spoke volumes. They wouldn't leave the spot on her hand that Mac accidentally touched, it was like she could still feel a ghost of what the sensation was like to have her feathertips brush hers. It was still warm. Still comfortable.

PPPPPHHHHWWWTTTTTTT

Her eyes darted back up to the maroon combed hen, who then turned away from her shyly and said in an awkward tone and held out her hand, palm up, instead for Daphne to place the bags in.

"Ah... sorry"

It was up until then that Daphne had completely forgotten about the tea.

“It’s alright…”

click

The water was ready.

#don’t feel pressured to read this lol I barely even read other peoples fics bc I’m lazy (I’m sorry) #I’m mostly just posting this for fun #even if ya just throw it a like I’ll appreciate it #self shipping #self ship #self ship community #self ships #self insert #self ship fanfiction #self insert fanfiction #self insert fic #chicken run #aardman #mac #lovebirds ♥️🐔

[biancadjarin]

18+ !!!

pairing: gross!stepbrother!eddie x stepsister!reader

a/n: I love Eddie so much, I’d let him do whatever he wants, even if he hasn’t showered in a couple days🤭🥰🤭🥰🤭🥰

“Yeah, come in.” Eddie calls from the other side of his door. You push it open and close it behind you, the rank smell of weed and dirty boy wafting into your face. Eddie’s spread out on his unmade bed smoking a joint. His hair is frizzy and his face looks greasy. He’s shirtless, pair of loose gray sweatpants hung low on his hips. His room is a total mess, old bags of chips and empty beer cans strewn about.

You grimace. “Ugh Eddie, why are you such a pig? Your room is a mess!” You whine. He chuckles as he ashes the end of his joint into the ashtray on his bedside table. “Uh oh, my room isn’t up to the perfect princess’s standards, someone call the police.” He says sarcastically with an eyeroll. You shake your head as you stand beside his bed with your arms crossed. “Oh I should call the cops on you. Bet they’d love to do a thorough search in here. Or in your van.” You eye the metal lunchbox in the corner of Eddie’s room that houses his various drugs that he sells.

“Mmm I have a pair of handcuffs in here somewhere if you wanna arrest me.” He winks as he sits up and swings his legs over the edge of the bed to straddle yours. He lets his fingers curl around the back of your thighs and pulls you close to him, puppy dog eyes looking up at you sleepily. His pale chest is begging to be caressed by your fingers but you resist the urge. He passes you the joint but you wave him off. He puts it out in the ashtray. “You should really smoke with me one time, sweetheart. Maybe it’d loosen you up a bit.” He says as he grabs your hips and wiggles them, as if he could loosen the tightness in your demeanor. Your hair is in loose braids, ribbons tied into bows at the ends. “I like your hair like this.” He whispers as he reaches up to twirl one of them around his fingers. “Did you get all pretty just f’me?” He asks.

You pull your hair out of his calloused fingers with a scoff. You actually did get pretty just for Eddie, spending extra time primping and getting ready when Eddie clearly hasn’t even showered yet today. “You wish.” You say as you look down at him with sultry eyes and pouty lips. You know exactly how Eddie likes to be talked to and looked at and right now, the weed has his mind numb but his body is buzzing and all he can think about is exploring every inch of his sweet stepsister.

He scoots ever closer, the inside of his thighs caging in your legs, and leans up to kiss you but you squeak and lean away. “You’re all dirty, Eds. S’yucky.” “Yucky?” He repeats mockingly as he looks down at his lap, confused. You let your eyes dance over the inky tattoos on his arms and you feel your panties start to get damp. You pout and nod with a furrowed brow.

He exhales through his nose, shaking his head standing abruptly to pull you into his armpit. “If I’m so yucky, what are you doing here? You came to my room, princess. You can go if you want. Don’t let the door hit your sweet little ass on the way out.” He releases you with a quick spank and shove towards his bedroom door.

You let out a deep exhale and shake your head. Admitting defeat. “I don’t wanna go.. sorry.” You say as you walk back over to Eddie’s bed and sit down. The dainty gold necklace around your neck catches the light as your chest rises and falls with your breaths. Eddie’s eyes fall to your cleavage and he smiles wolfishly, scooting close to you. “Good. Cause I don’t want you to go either.”

Eddie’s hand comes up to caress your cheek soothingly before grabbing your face tightly, his fingers curling into the soft skin. “Say you’re sorry again.” He demands. “I-I’m sorry, Eddie, please. I didn’t mean it!” You say through a forced pout.

He nods and bites his lower lip, eyes scanning your face, to your heaving chest and down to your soft, smooth thighs. Eddie pulls your face that he’s still squeezing to his and licks into your mouth, forcing his tongue in and intertwining it with yours. This isn’t the first time you’ve kissed but it still makes your brain fill with static. No thoughts besides how his mouth feels moving with yours. He pulls back, “You wanna see yucky?” He asks with a devious smile. “Open your mouth.” He demands as his fingers maneuver your jaw. You do as your told and a warm wad of spit lands partially in your mouth, partially across your face. You whimper softly as his hands release your face and grab your waist instead, twisting your body towards his. The bulge in his sweatpants twitches awake, blood rushing to fill his aching cock.

You swallow what he gives you and he runs his tongue over his teeth, smiling at your reaction. “You liked that didn’t you, sis? Always acting so perfect and proper. I’ll make you wish you never called me yucky.”

Eddie grabs your hand and forces it down his sweatpants. He’s not wearing underwear and you’re immediately touching his warm, veiny erection. It feels a little wet too, who knows if it’s sweat or precum. Or both. He sucks in a breath through his teeth. “Shit your little hands are so cold.” He says angrily. His eyes close and the muscles in his thighs flex. “So fuckin’ soft too.” He breathes out as he uses his palm to control your hand. The stubble of Eddie’s pubic hair scratches your hand as you jerk him off. “Ahh yeah baby. Just like that fuck. Been dreaming about fucking you since I moved into this house. And I see how you look at me. When you walked in on me getting out of the shower last week. You couldn’t look away.” He says as he kisses you again. Slow and deliberate.

“Or that time you saw Chrissy sucking my dick in the front seat of my van. You were jealous weren’t you?” He asks teasingly. You shake your head no but you were. Extremely jealous. He laughs at you, not believing you. “You know what? Why don’t you give it a try? Maybe you’ll be even better than that stuck up cheerleader.” He pulls your hand out of his pants and lays back onto his bed with his arms stretched behind his head. He raises his eyebrows at you as if to say “Go ahead.”

You pull his pants down his thighs and he smiles as his eyes flutter shut. You can smell his manly musk immediately. It makes you hesitate for a moment but your want to satisfy him takes over. Your left hand grabs his balls as your right one curls around his shaft, your tongue coming out to lave at the tip. “I like a little bit of teasing, princess, start nice and slo-oh fuck.” He winces as you wrap your lips around his tip and suck your way down to his base in one motion.

“Or you can do that. Shit. You’ve done this before?” You look up at him angelically and continue to bob your head until you release him with a pop. “Just watched a lot of adult movies is all.” You say with a shrug. His eyebrows shoot to under his bangs. “You’ve? Ughhh.” His thought is cut off when your lips press kisses to the loose skin of his balls. You wrap your lips around one at a time, loving the salty tang taste on your tongue. “That’s my good girl.” Eddie gasps. “Lick my nuts just like that baby. You like how they taste?” He asks with a grin. “Maybe I’m not so yucky after all. You seem to like it.”

You moan as you switch back to his cock, letting it flop against your cheek and lips before guiding it back into your warm mouth. Eddie groans as he watches you, orgasm creeping up too quickly on him. You dribble a line of spit from above, letting it dance down the underside of his cock before you start to rub it with a rhythmic twist to your wrist.

“Mhph that’s so good, baby, you’re so good. Gonna make me cum so fast, shit.” Eddie says as the heels of his palms push against his eyes. He’s moaning softly as you jerk him off faster, faster, faster. His hand grabs the back of your head harshly and pushes your face down onto his lap with a groan as he cums. Shoots his thick, milky load down your throat as you sputter and struggle to breathe.

He releases your head with a laugh as you swallow his salty spend. “Definitely better than Chrissy.” He says as his eyes stare up at the ceiling, his chest rising and falling with his quick breaths. You roll your eyes and get up, thoroughly embarrassed by the whole interaction. “Wait,” Eddie calls out as you make your way towards the door. “I think I need a shower now. Wanna join me?”

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Hold Fast To The Sun ☀️

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► Genre: fluff, friends to lovers, canon divergence au

► Content warnings: alcohol, minor character injury

► Pairing: haechan x reader

► Word count: 2.5k

► Summary: You’re hosting a small get together with 127 and Haechan wanders away from the party for a snack. When you arrive to the kitchen, you see he’s accidentally injured himself in the process. Offering to help patch him up, you step away from the party and things get a little more personal than you anticipated.

► A/N: First time posting here, hope you all enjoy! Feel free to message me with requests, comments, or questions.

►Trigger Warning / TW❗❗

Mentions of a wound, somewhat graphic description of minor injury, cut wound, mentions of blood, NO serious bodily harm.

You never imagined you would be here.

Then again, what other scenario would have you so close to him besides Haechan almost chopping his finger off?

Haechan is sitting across from you, cross-legged on the floor. His eyes peering out of the window at the sun leaving the sky's horizon as you set aside the antibiotic to finally wrap his finger in a bandage.

His eyes look unreadable, his face unmoving. Positioned like this, his profile is more pronounced than normal. His jaw clearly defined, skin reminiscent of silk, and his hair curling just at the nape of his neck, small brown tufts pushing out just around his ears where they have gone untucked. Your hand aches to gently ease the hair back in place but you move instead to cut a strip of the bandage and wrap it around the red and wounded gash on Haechan's index finger.

As your grip tightens around his wrist to better steady his hand, Haechan turns to look at you. His expression is level but his eyes soften as he looks to you and then skirt down to where your hand is wrapped around his wrist.

"When will I have to replace the bandage again?" Haechan asks lowly, just above a whisper. His eyes no longer meet yours.

"Uhm," You falter, beginning to wrap the bandage around his finger.

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You both had not spoken much since it happened, or really at all for that matter. This is your house so whenever there's a party, you try to take it easy with drinks. Out of everyone, you're the most sober and know where everything is. That usually leaves you as the designated caretaker to every drunk inhabitant around you. Haechan just so happened to get hungry amidst Johnny's keg stand and wandered into the kitchen alone. He had had several drinks at the beginning of the night, trying to match Yuta shot for shot, but somehow went pretty quiet midway through the party— probably due to hunger. You happened to be wandering the house, refilling water glasses and throwing away empty cans until you entered the kitchen, seeing Haechan quietly in a panic wrap several paper towels around his finger while also attempting to nudge his elbow on top of a knob to turn off an eye on the stovetop.

You rushed over, gently moving his elbow away and turning the heat off yourself. Then, with no time to ponder, you pulled his hand towards you, applying pressure to the wound as blood pooled into a small piece of the paper towel.

"I have a first aid kit in the back room. I know you probably don’t wanna interrupt Taeyong’s karaoke right now so we can go the alternate way if you feel up to it?”

Haechan nodded, a small flush finding itself on the apple of his cheeks. His eyes were still glossed over from intoxication but they were as wide as saucers, either from the shock of pain in his finger or your proposition to nurse his wound. With not a moment to spare, you lightly tugged him along through one of the bedrooms that led you to the back of your home. You padded near-silently down a short hallway, save for the sounds of yours and Haechan's breathing and the light footsteps before you both made it to the backroom. It served as some cross between a den and storage room your Dad had built while you were away at school. It was great for unexpected guests and made a good home for your winter clothes. It wasn't exactly visitor friendly at present, with many of your coats littering over chairs and snow boots occupying much of the floor space. Though, it would have to do as a temporary emergency room. You settled a pillow on the ground next to a large window and motioned for Haechan to sit. He sank down, uncharacteristically quiet while holding the paper towel tightly around his finger as you wandered to a nearby corner to get the first aid kit.

"Do you have any allergies? If not, I want to put this ointment on it. It'll help with the pain and I don't really want you to take any meds right away. Is that alright?" You say, securing your hand around the kit.

Haechan looked small sat by the window. His legs tucked underneath him. He'd worn a tired expression, almost like he'd just ran a marathon instead of going barely 20 feet from the kitchen. He met your eyes, reserved but still compliant.

"No allergies. And that's fine with me. I don't really like taking medicine anyway. It usually tastes shitty." He says, nose wrinkling slightly.

You huffed a laugh quietly as you crossed the room to sit across from Haechan and begin bandaging him.

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"Honestly, if it gets moist from hand washing or showering, probably then. You'll just want it to stay dry. So basically, just daily unless it gets really dirty or damp." You say as you secure the bandage around his finger, squeezing gently to make sure it's not too loose or too tight.

Haechan nods as he revels at his now bandaged finger.

"Is that..." You say, suddenly not wanting to let go of any part of him. "Okay? Like, is it too loose or anything? I have more gauze and tape if you need me to redo it."

Haechan wiggles his finger, the motion evident in your loose grip. He finally turns his head with his eyes looking straight at you, a soft smile breaking through the previous flat expression on his face.

"If you show me one more act of kindness, I'm going to explode and that's just more for you to deal with. So no, it is perfect and you are not real and thank you a bunch."

You smile lightly before processing what Haechan has just said. You furrow your eyebrow in mild confusion at his comment.

"It's genuinely no problem but... what do you mean I'm "not real?" You question as you stare back at him, with a small part of you wondering how you have still managed to keep your grip on him without him moving away.

Haechan laughs, a genuine chuckle escaping his lips. His eyes look sparkly even in the appearance of night time casting darkness in the sky through the window.

"You hosted this incredible party, which will absolutely leave Johnny unable to move for the next two days and Taeil sore for probably two weeks."

You chuckle in response, remembering Taeil shimmying nonstop in your living room for truly half an hour. Haechan wasn't wrong there. But you quickly compose yourself, wanting to truly understand what Haechan means.

"You kept looking after legitimately everyone, even though you already took the time to decorate and plan everything for tonight. And, on top of that, you saved my dumbass from an infection, probably!" Haechan wiggles his finger which still hasn't moved from your hand as physical evidence of what you would consider a very small feat.

You roll your eyes, smiling again at his natural knack for flattery and charm. He's always like this so the silence from before was probably just shock related. At least you know for sure Haechan is back. Haechan is as Haechan always will be. Sweet, hilarious, charming.

"Yeah, but we planned this party awhile ago anyway. Doyoung didn't know they'd be renovating at his apartment so it wasn't a big deal. My parents are going to be at that conference for another week. And you were hurt. Did you expect me to let you bleed out and let Jungwoo try to reattach your finger with super glue?"

Haechan shakes his head vigorously, suddenly slipping his finger out of your grasp and without letting even two seconds pass, he wraps his full hand around yours, his head now still and eyes level with yours.

"You're not real because you can't think all of that is just normal, real people behavior."

You roll your eyes again but Haechan now squeezes his hand around yours, making your chest ache a little at what any of this, being his words and sudden display of closeness, could imply.

"Most people would have said, "damn, that sucks" and cancelled the whole thing. Most people would have just ran my finger under some water, made me dry it off with my shirt, and maybe give me an old band aid they found in the corner of their medicine cabinet, IF that."

Haechan's thumb begins to gently rub small circles into the palm of your hand as he looks at you, eyes deep and glistening — not from the alcohol that's all but faded from his system but something more, something of pertinence and of yearning.

You feel your breath get caught in your throat, suddenly nervous, though you're unsure of what. But the only way to combat uncertainty is with clarity, so you press forward despite the fear.

"So if I'm not real, Haechan, then what am I?" You say in response, heart thrumming in your chest and hand burning hot entrapped by his.

He pulls both yours and his hand to his chest, wrapping his uninjured one over top, now encasing the hand completely that had bandaged his finger up. His eyes are decadent—a pure, rich brown and they billow out fondness and appreciation before the words even leave his mouth.

"You're genuine. You're more than just real. You are genuinely kind and honest and caring. I don't understand how you are real so... better for me to just assume you aren't real." His voice goes quiet at the end, thumb stilling on your palm in what you can imagine are his own nerves.

You feel your heart stutter at his words, at your hand wrapped tightly and safely near his chest, the gentleness in his eyes, and the blush tinting his features again for the second time this evening. You didn't expect this. You couldn't have hoped for it even if you wanted to, in good faith with your judgment. And yet, Haechan is here saying everything you didn't realize you wanted him to.

You choose your words carefully, afraid to disrupt whatever ambience has now filtered in the room between you two.

"Haechan that's sincerely so kind, like the nicest thing I've ever heard actually. But you've had a lot to drink tonight and I don't ever want to deny or dismiss your feelings but I d—."

Before you can finish, Haechan moves you both in a flash. Your foreheads are pressed together. He's loosely gripping that same hand that cared for him with his uninjured hand still close to his heart. His breathing is quiet, the faint but distinct smell of tequila mixed with cologne and mint ghosting over your lips. Just from his scent, you feel dizzy, perhaps now even intoxicated just from his presence alone.

"As much as I'd like to do the whole "kiss-you-to-prove-I'm-being-serious" thing, my breath is rough right now. So you're saying we do this tomorrow morning after some sleep?" He shrugs, starting to rise himself up from his seated position, pulling you gently along with him.

"Alright. I like sleep and I definitely like you so...I'll be here tomorrow to help you clean. Doyoung is going to get us a couple Lyfts and I'll drive back here tomorrow. Leave me some cans and dishes, please." He pouts, bottom lip jutted out and eyes pleading.

Your blush deepens as he squeezes your hand one final time, his hand removing itself agonizingly slow away from yours, his fingertips ghosting atop yours as he separates completely away from you.

"I will round up the stinky men taking up oxygen in your house and you will go to sleep and we will see each other bright and not like, too early but definitely before 3:00 p.m. Deal?"

He holds out his pinky, face completely soft and fond, like he's already decided he would wait for you forever to make a deal.

"Deal." You let out, barely above a whisper. You still don't feel like that just happened. Maybe Haechan was right. Maybe you weren't real and perhaps this was all some sick delusion in your head.

He smiles, pearly white teeth on full display, eyes crinkling in adoration.

"Bet. See you tomorrow. Save me some plates. I'm so serious. That sink better be mostly full when I get here tomorrow. I'm not letting you lift another finger after saving mine."

You smile at him, face warm and heart still thrumming. Even though the sky outside is blanketed in darkness, you feel like you're really staring straight into the sun.

"Promise. At least 7/8ths of a sink full for you." You respond, as he begins to walk away, barely having made any real movement out of the room.

"Alright, good. I like the sound of that. Please sleep well, okay? And if it hasn't been said enough, thank you so much. You're truly unreal."

Your blush deepens as you fiddle with a button at the bottom of your shirt. "Yeah yeah, go home before Jungwoo destroys my couch."

Haechan beams, giving a fake salute as he walks further away. "Your couch will be 7/8ths in tact by tomorrow morning."

You laugh, waving him out of the room, feeling like your floating above where you're technically supposed to be stood. You're the most grounded you've felt in so long and yet, hovering above the clouds.

Goodnight, Haechan!" You say, clear and teasing but fond, so obviously and endlessly fond.

"Oh, it will be." He says, backing out through the door frame as he fully faces you. "I've got a lot to look forward to tomorrow morning." He declares, eyebrows wiggling and before he turns, he gives you one final smile, beaming with glee.

And like that, he's out the door. You hear the clattering of several cups hit the countertops in your kitchen as you clean up the remnants of the first aid kit. And as you turn the corner to your living room, everyone is filtering out in single file through the front door into two respective cars. Johnny drunkenly giggles while waving at you from the passenger seat of one of the cars, with Doyoung sleepily leaning against his shoulder. Taeyong, Jungwoo, and Taeil are huddled together in the middle seats in one of the cars, mostly fast asleep. Yuta, seemingly the only one mostly alert, is talking casually with the driver in the other car. You see Jaehyun lazily support Mark's weight as he (somewhat crudely) shoves the younger of the two into the backseat before cramming himself in as Haechan closes the door to secure them in. Everyone is in a vehicle, safe, and appearing happy. You smile from the threshold of the door, watching Haechan wave animatedly from one of the car windows as the cars begin to pull away from the side of your street.

The stars accent the night sky, illuminating the way as you see the cars start to drive far enough from your eyes' conceivability. And despite not being able to see him from this distance, you can still feel Haechan's undeniable warmth.

You held it once and now you think you'll never know less than that light that beamed so brilliantly within the palm of your hand ever again.

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Happy Lantern Rite

Ship: Xiao x April | Word Count: 1571 | Warnings/Tags: food mention, sappy proposal time :3

A/N: happy valentine's day everyone~ here's the proposal fic i promised :D (and yes, that means it's official - though i could have posted the fic around Saturday or so - wanted to keep it for today :3) anyways! i hope you enjoy it!!

Liyue Harbor always feels so cozy this time of year, the warm glow of the lanterns creating an atmosphere she's never found anywhere else. Out of all the festivals and celebrations she's been apart of, April has to say that the Lantern Rite is one of her favorites if not her number one.

This Lantern Rite finds her walking through the streets as usual, admiring all the different stalls set up for the occasion, but there's a key difference. This year she has her partner by her side. Usually, Xiao prefers to keep a distance during the festivities or he'll continue his usual duties to Liyue, keeping its people safe from monsters.

She doesn't know what convinced him to say yes when she asked him to accompany her this year, but she's certainly not complaining. It's likely a testament to how long they've been together. After all, he's started going on walks through the city with her on occasion.

As cheesy as it sounds, she's enjoying the atmosphere even more with him by her side. Occasionally, she'll catch him looking at her with the softest look in his eyes - the same one that always appears when she's particularly happy or excited. At this point, he doesn't even try to hide it or shy away like he would have before. Both of them know how much he admires her, and it makes her heart flutter every time she catches it.

The time passes slowly as they visit the various food and activity stalls, every moment counting down to the usual firework display and the releasing of the lanterns. Xiao starts getting a little antsy as the time draws nearer, wanting to have plenty of time to carry out what he has planned.

He gently pulls April closer and leans in to whisper in her ear, "It's almost time to find somewhere to watch the fireworks. So, if you want any snacks or anything, get that now."

April tilts her head a little, but she doesn't question it based on the serious look in his eyes. It's a little early yet, but she also understands that the crowds might be getting to be too much for him. "Okay!" She pecks his cheek softly before going to a nearby stand to order something they can both snack on.

His eyes stay on her through the whole process, tense and ready to step in should he need to. His tension eases once she heads back over to him, and he wraps an arm around her once she's close.

Usually, he wouldn't be quite so affectionate in public, but it's a little easier to teleport both of them if he has a good hold on her. "You ready?" He asks, and he teleports away once she nods.

They appear on one of the lower areas on Mount Tianheng, one of the flatter areas with a good view of the city below them. As impressive as the view already is, April gets a little rush of excitement about how it's going to look when the fireworks go off.

Xiao clears his throat lightly, bringing her attention back to him. That serious look is still in his eyes, tinged with a little nervousness that wouldn't be obvious to anyone else. He doesn't speak yet, he doesn't have to, as April easily understands to sit down when he nods toward the ground.

Once both of them are seated, Xiao huffs softly, trying to dispel some of his nerves. He thought some about how he'd do this before, but he's never been one for a big speech, which makes this a little difficult.

"April, I have something important to ask you," He says, taking one of her hands in his and staring down at their intertwined fingers. It's not that he doesn't want to look at her, but it's a little easier to say this when he doesn't see every minute change of her expression. "Of course, you're allowed to say no, but I couldn't let another Lantern Rite go by without asking you."

April sits there quietly, a soft expression on her face that exudes fondness. Her heartrate picks up with anticipation, having the slightest idea of what he's about to ask, given that this feels exactly like how he would ask that question. No other eyes around, but still surrounded by Liyue's beauty…

"I love you more than I ever expected to love anyone. Just knowing you has made my days brighter, and I don't want to lose that - I want to have that forever if you'll let me…" As he speaks, Xiao reaches down into a pouch at his hip, one that he'd been using to store the little souvenirs April's collected due to the festival games and merchant stalls. He pulls out a small bag and deftly opens it while his eyes return to hers, his eyes once again holding that incredibly soft look.

"April… will you marry me?" He asks, pulling a ring out of the bag. April's eyes widen at the pretty silver and blue ring, made out of an exquisite piece of noctilucous jade cut into a shape resembling a glaze lily.

"Yes," She says simply, her eyes sparkling at him sweetly. It's enough to make him smile, especially as he sees her eyes watering, the prettiest grin spreading across her face.

Xiao chuckles softly and takes her hand, gently sliding the ring into place where it's meant to belong. "It's so pretty…" April murmurs, holding her hand close to her face to look at the way the gems sparkle in the faint lights given by the city below.

"Keep it on whenever you go out," Xiao murmurs, wrapping an arm around her and pulling her nearly into his lap. When she looks at him with a cute curious expression, he flusters and looks away. "It's been blessed by the adepti, so it'll keep you safe," He explains, a little shyly.

April wonders silently if he was the one to bless the amulet or if it was one of the other adepti, but she giggles regardless. "Thank you, Xiao. Actually, I have something for you too," She says, her grin widening as she digs around in one of her pouches.

"You-- what? You didn't have to…" Xiao mutters, blinking a little as she pulls out something on a necklace chain. He holds his hand out and watches as she sets it in his palm, the metal feeling slightly warm from being in her bag all this time.

A soft gasp leaves his throat as he realizes that it's a ring strung on the necklace, and her eyes sparkle with mischief this time when his hurriedly meet hers. "Seems you're not the only one who had plans of proposing," She says playfully, before letting out a faux sigh. "Though… I wrote you a song and everything… but you beat me to it."

She giggles at the almost-pout that settles on his face. "Oh, don't worry, I'll play it for you when we return to the inn tonight. But what do you think? This way you can wear it around your neck and not have to worry about fitting your gloves over it. Also, the chain's fairly strong so it won't just break even if you wear it during combat."

Xiao peers at the ring, also made of silver but cor lapis instead for the jewel - a shade that perfectly matches his eye color. The gem is styled to resemble the sun, and it's enough to bring tears to his eyes despite him not usually being one to cry.

"It's perfect…" He mutters softly, huffing when she throws her arms around him. "Sunlight, when will you get that you don't have to get me things to remind me of you? You're always on my mind…" His words are muffled against her shoulder, but they make her giggle nonetheless.

"I know! But it seemed perfect! Especially when I found that gem on one of my adventures! I knew exactly what it should be used for."

"Put it on me?" He asks quietly, letting the necklace drop back into her hand. April opens the clasp and Xiao leans forward to let her put it around his neck, staying still until it's been clasped into place.

The ring falls perfectly over his heart, a fact that makes both of them smile. One of her hands find his and she squeezes softly, the faint sounds of the city growing louder as the fireworks show draws nearer.

"Oh! I love you too," April says after a moment of silence. Xiao makes an inquisitive 'hm' sound and she giggles softly. "You know, you said it in your proposal and I never said it back."

Xiao chuckles and draws her nearer. "Silly girl, focus on the city. The fireworks are about to start soon." He can hear the clamor of voices even more clearly than she can down to the way the people's excitement is growing.

"Happy Lantern Rite, Xiao," She says and he hums, setting his chin on her shoulder, his eyes on her instead of on the lanterns which are beginning to float up into the sky.

"Happy Lantern Rite, qingxin…" He murmurs.

The two of them stay curled up together, watching the lanterns float higher into the sky, and when the fireworks start, they enjoy that show too, happy to be with the one they love.

#self ship #self shipping #self insert fic #self insert fanfiction #self ship fic #self insert #si x canon #canon x si #canon x self insert #self insert x canon #our love transcends 💖🌥️ #my writing

[biohazard-inevitable]

Return

Short little stardew valley fic about ny self insert and the 1.6 update~

Footsteps clapped softly against the aincent stone staircase leading up to the tower, an announcement before the door creaked open with the arrival of a man who carried himself like an old friend, who walked across the threshold like the tower was his own.

“You’re back.” Greeted the wizard, not turning from where his fingertips glided across the spines of aincent books. “Welcome.”

“You recognize me?” Asked the monster disguised as a man, an amused tilt to his voice.

“Don’t act surprised.” Gruffed the violet haired man, shooting a glare over his shoulder. “It’s spring again when it was fall yesterday. Your farm is back to its decayed state so I figured you’d be coming to visit soon, though I can’t imagine why.”

“You know I lose their language every time the jump happens.” Smiled the creature, eyeing the green liqued that churned within the cauldron, reaching out to absently run a finger along its rim.

“Then just drink it already, you should know I cant stop you.”

“Always so hostile.” Huffed the man with a click of his tongue as he produced a cup, dipping it into the deep, bubbling broth, entirely unafraid of the burn as the illusion of flesh faded away for a moment among the magic to reveal slender, skeletal claws wrapped tight around the handle of the mug. “You know I mean no harm.”

“Doesn’t make it any less freaky.” We’re in a time loop for fucks sake because of you.”

“Yes but, there’s something different this time, can’t you tell?”

Beady, sapphire eyes that seemed to glow in the dim light of the tower stared ever forward at the wizard as the reaper took a sip from the cup, the fire of the cauldron casting his inhuman shadow against the wall in an eeriee display of grotesque monstrosity that almost felt like a threat.

“Perhaps, perhaps not.” Rasmodius sighed, long and heavy as he rubbed at his temple. “Why should it matter? You’ll just build your farm as you always do before leaving and freezing us, resetting the loop again. Who knows how long it will be in your time? For us its merely a night.”

“Mh, so you don’t know how different it is today. Facinating.” The creature smiled, his cup now empty and cold. “Well, thank you for the translation, as always. I’ll bring you some void essences once I get low enough, as always.”

“A gift for keeping my mouth shut.”

“Oh it matters not if people know the truth. They’ll all just forget again anyways.”

And with that, it left. A mystery of the town and a nightmare for the wizard.

#stardew valley #stardew self insert #stardew wizard #magnus rasmodius #self insert fic #hes so tired of having this eldritch god use his town as a videogame