#Be Wary of the Silent Woods
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Lox the Fox
Male Yandere Fox Hybrid x Gender Neutral Reader
CW: Noncon, somnophilia, implied cum in food, magic, drugging, biting, claiming bites, knotting, manipulation, chasing, kidnapping, general yandere behavior, references to an incident with a sweet potato
Word Count: 5.6k
(I am so sorry that this comm took so long, though I was dealing with a number of different issues. Hope you all enjoy it!)
You were but a humble trader. Once somewhat prominent in the medium sized town of Ridgespire, humiliating rumors began circulating about being caught in a compromising position with a sweet potato. The totally baseless story spread throughout the entire town. You were a laughing stock. When you could no longer handle it you left for a fresh start and new opportunities.
You decided to set up shop in the town of Westwend. It was a small village now, but you saw some serious potential. It was situated in the center of many newer villages and small towns and would serve as a good hub for you. But the best part about your new home was that it was too far for any pernicious lies about you and a sweet potato to have followed.
The locals were very accepting of you as a new traveling trader, though you hadn't had a chance to get close to any of them. Once you had moved in you immediately began planning your trip through the forest to reach a tiny village on the other side. You'd stop there to rest and see if there were any trade opportunities then head north to a larger town.
You stuffed a huge pack full of food, currency, and trade goods before putting it on and setting off on your journey. The village you were heading for was through several miles of forest and the forest itself was a mile or so away itself. You could be there by evening.
You were warned about an infamous fox-man named Lox that lived in the woods. Supposedly he helped or hindered travelers depending on what mood struck him at the time. The local villagers were always wary about crossing through the forest. That is part of what made this trade route so potentially lucrative. Not many were willing to cut straight through the forest.
The weather was cooperating and making your trip quite pleasant. The morning air was fresh and brought with it the scent of honeysuckle, and other prairie flowers. You took the unused and overgrown path and managed to make it to the woods just before the heat of the day, the dense canopy of leaves providing ample protection from the sun.
Though you didn't know it, you had rapidly crossed into the territory of the fox-man, Lox. And with his magic he knew exactly when any human neared the proximity of what he considered to be his land. He had nothing better to do, and delighted in meddling with humans, so with great grace and dexterity he weaved through the tree tops and quickly came upon you. He used his magic to stay silent and invisible so that he could observe you a while before deciding what to do.
It did not take long for Lox’s careful observation of you to lead him to the conclusion that he was intrigued. He used his magic to peep into some of your thoughts and memories to get just a glimpse of the type of person you were. He saw bits of your travels, vague impressions of your views, and something about a sweet potato. He couldn’t quite make it out to be honest. But it didn’t matter. He could tell from your aura that you were a lonely person with few friends and no current ties to anyone.
He decided that instead of hindering you he was going to help you more than he had ever helped anyone else before you. Not just for your sake, but for his as well. He thought maybe he could be your mate. Though he still needed to get to know you a little better though before he was totally sure. He could only get to know someone so well through his magic, so he really needed a more direct method.
Rather than simply introduce himself, which he was sure would fail, he devised a cunning plan to get you to see him as your hero. First impressions were immensely important, so if your first time seeing him was when he was saving you then that would make it a lot more likely that you would fall for him.
You continued through the forest, laughing to yourself about how easy a trip this was. You couldn’t believe how the small village dwellers had cut themselves off from such an easy trading route just because of some stories about some magic fox guy. You could believe that beast men existed, you had never seen one yourself, but their existence was never refuted, but magic? That was just too much for you.
Belief in the supernatural and heading the warnings of the villagers would have served you well, but instead the trap was laid and you bumbled right into it.
As you continued on the forest path, nearly gone due to disuse, you came across a clearing with a small cabin. It looked wildly out of place in the wilderness. Perhaps this was the home of the fox man all of the villagers had been so wary of. After gawking for a moment you resumed your journey. You had been traveling for hours and were probably halfway through the woods by now.
As you neared an old but sturdy bridge that marked the final leg of your travels through the forest, you heard a bone chilling growl and your path was suddenly blocked by three snarling wolves. You knew you couldn’t fight them, but the cabin that you had passed wasn’t too far. Maybe, just maybe, you could outrun them and take shelter.
Thinking fast you through your pack towards them, hoping the food in it would distract them enough for you to flee to safety. But no such luck. They weren’t distracted by it at all. At least without it you weren’t so weighed down though. But you were tired from all the walking and the wolves were at your heels. You imagined that you could feel their hot sour breath at your back, but you didn’t look back to confirm it.
Just when you were sure that you were going to find your end in the jaws of the ravenous beasts an orange flash came out of the trees from the direction of the house and stood between you and the feral wolves. There was no mistaking it, it was the fox man of local legend.
The hybrid man stood before the wolves with his back towards you, you could see that he was of a lean build and average height with two triangular ears on his head that were the same color as his wavy red hair. And he had a fox-like tail to match the ears.
As confident as he seemed you seriously doubted that he could take on so many enemies at once. And then you saw why he was so confident. A red tinged gust of magic left his hands and blew the wolves several feet away, making them smack into the trees. With a frightened yelp they scattered. You were in awe, magic was real after all!
When Lox turned to face you he could tell right away by the admiration and gratitude in your eyes that he had made the right decision in conjuring the convincing wolf illusions to scare you back towards him.
Normally seeing your first hybrid man may have at least startled you, but when you met his orange eyes and sharp-toothed smile you could only feel relief. You almost wanted to hug the guy.
“Thank you so much! I really thought I was a goner. I have no idea what I would have done had you not shown up when you had…”
Your stomach turned just thinking about it.
“No problem friend, I just happened to be gathering fruit up in the trees when I saw your predicament.”
Now Lox just had to convince you to stay the night with him. Get to know him better. Once you saw how good of a provider he was and how kind he was you would surely fall for him. He just knew it.
“Well uh… I better go and get my things. I dropped them to flee. And then I gotta keep traveling. Thanks again!”
No no no, that wouldn’t do for Lox at all!
“Don’t be silly! Those wolves could be lurking anywhere, you should just stay at my home while I collect your things. You can always set off tomorrow, I will even escort you through the forest!”
Your heart was still beating at an intense pace with adrenaline leaving you shaky. You didn’t really want to just set off alone so soon after such a scare. But you really should set out again, and you had doubts that the wolves would try anything again so soon.
“I really don’t think that I should, if I keep going I can make up for lost time and make the village well before sundown.”
He couldn’t reveal his true intentions yet, but no matter what happened, now that he had taken such a liking to you, he was never going to be far from you.
“Well, those wolves can be pretty persistent, they aren’t really normal. And it would be really nice to have a bit of company. It doesn’t come very often out here. I don’t think that humans like me all that much to tell the truth...”
Lox put on his best pouting face to elicit your sympathy. To be honest he didn’t mind his loner lifestyle one bit. Though he did want just one person in his life. A good partner. And whether or not you wanted it, that partner was going to be you.
His deception worked wonders on you. Instantly you felt immense sympathy for him. He was helping you so much so you should be happy to offer him your company, if just for a day. It wasn’t like it was a great imposition on you. You wouldn’t even be alive right now if not for Lox and all he wanted was a bit of companionship in return. Besides, you really didn’t want to come across as some sort of bigot…
“Well… if you’re sure it won’t be burdensome, I guess I can stay the night. Thanks for the hospitality, but I think I should go with you to get my pack. It would be pretty rude to make you go and get it for me.”
This also wouldn’t do for Lox, he wanted to enchant your belongings to be able to keep tabs on you even if you left his immediate vicinity. He did not want to run the risk of you ever escaping him, he doubted he would be unable to track you, but it was good to be prepared. The spell was rather loud and involved flashes of magic, he couldn’t take the risk that you could wake up and catch him in the act so having you at his house while he went off to do the enchantment on your stuff was his best solution.
“Don’t be silly, I can zip along through the trees much faster than you can walk! It will be much faster if I go alone.”
“Yeah, I guess that’s true… Okay, if you really don’t mind getting it for me.”
You felt bad that he had done so much for you already and was now doing more, but his logic made sense.
On the way there you introduced yourself and the two of you chatted a bit about how you both got to where you were currently. He explained the tragic tale of how he had been orphaned as a young teen and had to raise himself in the harsh wilds. The two of you were already pretty close to his humble home so it didn’t take long at all for him to lead you there.
The inside was about what you would expect from the home of someone living the lifestyle of a secluded forest hermit. Not messy, but cluttered in a cozy sort of way. Not a lot of open space, every inch utilized in some way. There were some shelves filled with books and various ornaments and objects of unknown purpose, there was a desk in the corner littered with arcane looking scrolls, a small dining area with dried aromatic herbs hanging from the ceiling, and there was a doorless bedroom attached with an equally well stuffed bedroom, you could see a large bed with red covers and more shelves.
Before he went off to get your pack for you he offered you some miniature sandwiches and some tea and set them on a small table for you.
You thanked him as he left and nibbled on the food he had provided you. You were hungrier than you had realized though and before you knew it, there wasn’t a crumb or sip left.
Meanwhile Lox had already located your belongings and busily casting his little spell on your things. He was hoping he could convince you to stay with him, but realistically it could take a few encounters. This would help ensure that those encounters kept happening. He considered it the “dating” phase of your “relationship.”
He also hoped that you would eat as much of that sandwich as possible. He had sprinkled in just a little something to help you be a bit more compliant with the “romance” he had planned for later that night. He could have relied on it to keep you from being too alarmed at him casting a spell on your belongings, but he couldn’t be sure how much you would ingest. Lox didn’t want to be pushy about you consuming the food either, that would be suspicious.
No, it was better if he just enchanted your things now and then he wouldn’t have to worry about if you had eaten enough magic flake powder that he had given you. And if you did happen to consume enough of it then he could have plenty of fun with you.
The fox-man briefly considered whipping up a love potion, but they were often temporary, wearing off at inconvenient times and requiring reapplication. And he really wanted you to actually be in love with him, not just be under the influence of all consuming magic.
When Lox entered the home it had startled you right off the couch and you fell to the floor. Lox quickly helped you up, relishing the chance to make physical contact with you. He was beyond thrilled to see that the plate your food had been on was now empty.
“Thanks! Sorry, you coming in so suddenly just startled me. You weren’t wrong about how fast you were, I hadn’t expected you back so soon.”
“Told ya I was fast.” He beamed proudly as he handed you your belongings.
Over the course of the next couple of hours the two of you chatted while you taught him a card game with a deck that you always traveled with, but you became fatigued much sooner than you usually did. Surely that was just from all the travel followed by the excitement of earlier though.
Lox offered you use of his bed while you used his couch, but you wouldn’t hear of it. He had already shown you such kindness you weren’t going to just kick him out of his own bed. Finally he relented and just let you use the couch.
Sleep came to you with unusual ease, something that Lox was greatly anticipating. Now you’d be at his mercy and even if you woke up, the mind altering effects of what he had fed you would make sure that you didn’t remember it or if you did you'd think it was only a dream.
Lox lubed you up carefully and slid into your sleeping form which he had tenderly stripped bare. He bred you slowly and lovingly, deep strokes into you so that he could edge and enjoy every possible second of making love with his partner for the first time.
It was difficult, but he managed to restrain his instinct to bite your neck all over and make his claim on you visible to the world. He also held his cock at the base to prevent his knot from slipping in and swelling within you. Lox didn’t want to leave you with any suspicious soreness.
But the hardest thing for the fox man was pulling out and not filling you up full of his seed, especially when your eyes fluttered open and you moaned and babbled incoherently while drooling in pleasure even if your mind couldn’t make sense of anything that was happening.
After that, he came in you quickly and meticulously cleaned you up so that no evidence was left behind.
When you woke up your head was a bit fuzzy, light filtered in through a little circular window and by the angle of the sun it seemed that you had slept all morning. You thought you probably had overstayed your welcome.
You yawned and began to get off the couch when suddenly Lox appeared as if from nowhere with a hot plate of food. Had he been watching and waiting for you to wake up? You didn’t entertain the thought long, you were just being paranoid. He was a fox-man; he clearly had enhanced senses and was just keeping the meal warm for you when you finally got up.
"Quail egg omelet before you leave?"
Lox seemed refreshed and energized, and though you couldn't quite place why something about him gave you just the slight twinge of anxiety in the back of your mind. It was easy to push away though.
"Thanks, you didn't have to make me breakfast. I have rations in my pack"
"Nonsense, you're my guest. And I was making one for myself anyway."
It did smell rather enticing and he had gone through the trouble of cooking it so you relented and ate it happily. It was among the best dishes you had ever eaten. You wondered if he used his magic to enhance it. He had, actually, added his own "special ingredient" to the food he made for you, but it wasn't something magical and you really didn't want to know what it was.
After you finished the meal Lox, true to his word, happily joined you on your trip out of the forest. You tried to insist that you didn’t need him, that the wolves probably went off in search of easier prey, and that you were prepared now, but the fox wasn’t having it.
The trip out of the forest was largely uneventful, filled only with Lox’s chatter and questions focused on you. You supposed most people would have been annoyed by it all, but you knew he didn’t get much company and you were still so touched by the kindness that he had shown you.
Overall it was going well.
Until it wasn't. As you crossed the old, but up until this point, very sturdy bridge, it suddenly collapsed beneath you. With a scream you flailed desperately, luckily Lox was able to reach you, hold onto you, and jump back up the side that you had come from. After you caught your breath and let your nerves settle in silence you looked at the damage. The bridge was beyond repair. It would add a couple hours to your journey to go around to the shallow part of the river, but you certainly couldn't go across here anymore.
"God damn! That was... scary! Thanks for... saving me. Again..."
You were still shaking a bit.
"It's no problem! I thought the bridge was a bit sturdier than that. Good thing I caught you... I guess we'll just have to go back for now..."
"No it's fine, I saw an old map of the area, there's a place I can cross if I follow the river. Will just take a few extra hours."
You looked up at him.
"Don't worry, you don't need to escort me the extra distance."
That was, of course, the exact opposite of what Lox planned. He would be at your side for eternity. Whether you said you wanted him there or not.
"No, no! It's not a bother. Really. I'm usually so bored I just sleep most of the day!"
"Well if it isn't a bother, I'm glad to have a traveling buddy for a bit longer."
The two of you sat down for a couple minutes before resuming your newly extended route out of the forest. It went about as well as it had been going before the incident with the bridge, though Lox kept shooting you nervous looks, like he was holding back from saying something to you. Poor guy, he was probably just sad that the two of you would be parting ways soon. You made a mental note to reassure him when you got to the end of the forest.
This wasn't the end at all, you'd see him a couple times a month if this trading exchange worked out. Maybe even once a week if things got really busy.
The fox hybrid was a bit more distant in conversation, focused more on his thoughts. He had been sure that after he collapsed the bridge with his magic and then saved you from the disaster that you would be head over heels in love with him. Clearly he had shown you he can keep you safe from any peril... even if he had to make the danger himself. At the very least you should have agreed to stay at his home a bit longer so that he could get you to like him more.
Sadly, Lox could not glean any notions of love emanating from you using his magical abilities. But he absolutely couldn't accept that you weren't at least somewhat attracted to him by this point. He had, as far as you were concerned, saved your life twice. Then he had been very amicable and hospitable towards you. You must have been in such strong denial that your true feelings were unknown even to you. But he wasn't going to give up on his beloved, he just knew the two of you were meant to be together. No matter what.
His first priority had to be making sure you never made it out of the forest. If you left and he wasn't with you then you could get hurt. Or maybe someone else would take you! But he didn't want to scare you or tip you off.
As the two of you continued on your way the amorous man couldn't help but stare at you and think of all the things he wanted to do to you. Seeing a lack of claiming bites on you almost sent his instincts into overdrive, he had to actively stop himself from fucking you into the dirt, biting all over you, and having his knot tie the two of you together.
The two of you crossed the river and with each step Lox grew more fidgety as his desire to claim you grew, as did his worry that you may escape him if he didn't think up another plot soon. Then he had a great idea. Quicksand! He'd save you from it and you'd be so frustrated, messy, and grateful that at the very least you'd want to go back to his house for another night to rest and clean up!
Lox used his magic to create a patch of quicksand on the path ahead and used his power of illusion to make sure it looked just like the surrounding terrain until disturbed, just like natural quicksand.
And sure enough it fooled you. With a loud scream you suddenly plummeted through what you had assumed was perfectly solid ground. You fell forward and struggled to orient yourself in the thick muck. Lox grabbed your pack from behind and plucked you easily from the quicksand. You gasped for breath and wiped the mud from your face.
"Holy fuck, I would have drowned if not for you! You're a real lifesaver, Lox."
This time you didn't waste more than a few seconds trying to catch your breath before getting up.
"I guess we should head back to my place, we can get you all cleaned up and try again tomorrow."
"Oh don't worry! We only just passed the river, we can go back and I can rinse off there!"
You started to head towards the water with Lox at your side.
"Are you sure? You must be tired after all the excitement we just had..."
You stopped and looked at Lox. He seemed almost panicked. The gears in your head finally started turning. The dots were connecting.
"Every time something happens you are very quick to suggest we head back... and it's pretty convenient that you are always right there to save me from these sudden disasters..."
"What are you saying?" The fox asked with a surprising darkness.
The question hung unanswered, heavy in the air, as the two of you stared at one another. Then you bolted into the dense foliage. But this was Lox's forest, he had years of experience tracking and keeping eyes on any humans who wandered through it, and he had never been so motivated.
Every time you made a turn Lox would appear in a puff of smoke in front of you, using his magic to teleport short distances. He grabbed you, but you struggled out of his grip.
"I love you babe, but I am getting tired of this little game. Let's go home now okay?"
He used a wave of magic to animated the vines near you, they snared you easily. You wriggled and writhed like a maniac as he slowly approached you with a creepy smile on his face.
"You must be tired after that little chase. You need a nap."
Then he pulled out a pouch of shimmering blue powder from his pocket and blew it over you. You fell asleep instantly.
When you woke up from your fitful sleep full of nightmares and fear in Lox's bed. You had no pants on and a thick sticky fluid leaking from your entrance. You realized those nightmares may not have been dreams at all, and you felt instantly nauseous.
Luckily, he wasn't in the room with you. The sick freak seemed to be in the kitchen, you could hear him humming faintly as he went about cooking. He probably thought he'd bring you a meal in bed and you'd be grateful and everything would be just peachy between the two of you. But you had other plans.
The window was large enough to leave through, you hoped you could do so quietly. You wiped yourself clean as best you could and put the clothing that Lox has removed back on. You raised the window slowly and it didn't make any noise at first, but you came to a point where it was stuck and more force had to be used. It squeaked like it was shrieking out your desire to escape to the four corners of the world.
Since your cover was clearly blown you gave up being quiet and forced it open with all due expediency. You quickly scrambled out the window, falling forward into the dirt. You wasted no time at all in getting up and darting away as fast as you possibly could. But the eyes of the fox were on you from the window, watching you speed further away. He wasn't worried though.
Lox was delusional and arguably even completely insane over you at this point, but he was no idiot. He knew your denial about how you felt over him may still be too strong and you may try to run away. He had taken extra precautions. Precautions you learned of in a very direct way when you slammed face first and at full force right into some sort of invisible barrier that Lox had erected a good distance around his dwelling.
You fell rather hard on your ass and cupped your face in pain. Then you heard a voice approach behind you.
"Are you okay darling? I didn't intend to hurt your pretty face." He waved a hand and green sparks from his fingertips healed up your injury.
"What the Hell, Lox!? You can't just keep me prisoner like this!"
"You're not a prisoner! You're my partner, and this is just to keep you close by. You're really fragile judging by how you handled all the dangers recently."
You stared at him for a moment, unable to think of a response to this complete lunatic, as he got closer and stared down at you with that freaky smile of his.
"I realize you are used to being really independent, but you really need to admit it already. I am the perfect mate for you. You have to know that deep down."
You started to object, but he sealed your words with a sudden rough kiss. He was deceptively strong, a fact you learned while trying unsuccessfully to push him off of you. He pinned you down on the ground with ease and smirked down at you.
"If showing off how good of a protector I am isn't enough to get rid of your denial, then I will just have to show you how good our union feels~"
Lox ignored your protests. His nails grew sharp and he sliced off your clothing as easily as if he was cutting through paper.
"I'm gonna make you feel soooo good."
He bit possessively at your neck. It hurt slightly but the unpleasantness was overridden by pleasure. For someone who was rarely around humans except to randomly help or hinder an occasional traveler he sure knew how to pleasure you. Then you remembered how he had violated you in your sleep. He had practiced. You redoubled your efforts to get free but the resistance only seemed to excite him more.
Lox's claws returned to being normal nails as he fingered your entrance, despite his increasingly feral state of mind he was still focused on making this as pleasurable as possible for his beloved little human. He used a small bit of magic to create an oil from his fingers to apply a generous amount of lubrication to you.
Shouts, screams, and the tears rolling down your face were all met with calming shushing noises and promises that you'd be moaning soon enough with fear replaced by delight.
His fingers wiggled within you, causing you to buck unwillingly in the throes of carnal stimulation. You gasped and whined at your body's betrayal. Lox pulled out his fingers and held your hips tight while aligning his cock with you and slamming into you with the perfect amount of force.
Your moan was captured by his lips as he kissed you again, biting your lower lip as he pulled away.
"I have wanted my knot in you for so long, you're gonna fit me like a glove~"
All you could manage was to grunt in defiance as you drooled dumbly. Lox began thrusting into you again and again. Each movement of his could only be described as perfection. He rolled his hips and plunged in deeply with slow strokes that steadily increased in pace.
It really didn't take long at all for Lox to feel your body throb around his large prick as you climaxed. If this had been a willing encounter, and if you also had not been fucked silly, you would have been embarrassed by how quickly Lox had made you orgasm.
The fox looked at you in awe, observing every detail of your face as you came. Your flushed face, the rise and fall of your chest as you panted, your eyes glazed and lost in sexual bliss.
"Wow, you finish even faster and more beautifully than you did while sleeping!"
Lox bit at your chest and up to your neck, delivering a harder bite there to mark you as his. You were so out of it that it didn't register in the way that it should have. What little pain there was Lox quickly dispersed with more magical healing and gentle kisses.
He continued pumping into you for well over an hour, eliciting enough moans, whimpers, shakes, and shudders from you until your voice was hoarse and your body limp.
And then, just when you thought you would die from all the overstimulation, Lox painted your walls white with a hot load of cum before his knot swelled and kept the two of you together.
"See? No one else can make you feel like this! And you take me just so well my beloved~"
When his knot finally went down he had to stop himself from diving back into you, the sight of you glistening with sweat and leaking his seed went straight to his cock. But he settled for just slipping it between your thighs and grinding into you while you sat on his lap in the bathtub.
Your comfort was the priority and you clearly needed special care after that mind shattering sex.
When you were all cleaned up, he carried you bridal style to his bed and bundled you up in soft blankets, he pressed a loving kiss to your cheek before going off to get you some food and water. Maybe something easy to get down. Perhaps some soup? Since you were still pretty dazed he wondered if you would let him feed you.
You were such a sweet fragile thing and would need to recover your energy for all the activities he had planned for the two of you.
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freaky friday
OR… that one time you woke up in luke castellan’s body, told from the perspective of percy jackson.
Pairing: Luke Castellan x Fem!Demeter!Reader
Word Count: 4.2k
Content: the most loser loser!luke has ever loser-ed. this is sooo unserious like pls.
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Percy Jackson had only been at camp for a day, but he was completely sure that something was wrong.
It started early Sunday morning — well, when he thought back on it, he guessed it might have started late Saturday night, when he woke up to a few of the older campers (Luke included) sneaking off out of the cabin and not coming back until the sun was peeking through the horizon.
But he didn’t really think about it until Sunday morning — when the thing that startled him out of sleep was a loud shout of “Holy Fuck!” echoing from the bathroom. He sat up, startled, and eyed the door along with everyone else. Then there was a yelp.
“Oh my gods. No — this is, this isn’t real. Am I still — oh don’t touch that. That’s not yours. Jesus, Luke — No. Stop looking. Oh my gods.”
A few campers shared some wary glances, asking the silent question of who’s going to investigate? Eventually, Chris (Percy thought, one of Luke’s friends from yesterday), stood up with a sigh and a raised brow, stepping over sleeping bags until he stood outside of the door. He looked at them all, the curious eyes of literally every kid there, and knocked slightly. There was another yelp.
“Uh…” Chris blew out a puff of air, “Are you okay in there?”
A few seconds of tense silence, then the door cracked open and Luke Castellan stuck his head out. He looked at Chris, at all the kids staring at him, and smiled stiffly, “I’m good. Don’t worry about me.”
He shut the door once more, the force blowing Chris’ hair back for a brief moment. The boy shrugged and nodded at everyone else to start getting ready because it was almost time for breakfast. He headed over to Percy, asked how his first night was, and left him to gather his bearings before they had to leave.
The kids attempted to forget about Luke’s debacle in the bathroom, but when they started to get impatient about his hogging it, all disregard of his personal business went flying out of the window. One kid mustered the balls to knock, and then another shouted through the wood for him to hurry up.
Just as one of the Stoll brothers was about to pick the lock himself and check out the situation, the door flew open, and Luke frowned at them from the doorway, “I’m done, my gods.”
They looked at him — he was leaning against the now open door, hip bucked out and not a care in the world that he was in nothing but his underwear. He glanced at them, then at the kid who Percy thought was called Conor, and sneered in his face until the kid flinched back. When he did, Luke pushed the bathroom door until it hit the wall and gestured dramatically inside, “In you go.”
Percy didn’t think he was the only one who was shocked by Luke’s sudden show of attitude. Sure, he’d only known the guy for a day, but he’d been super nice the whole time. Even when Percy was ready to give up on finding his skill, Luke was supportive and kind. Now, he just looked irritated at everyone in the room. Maybe he wasn’t a morning person.
Yeah, that was probably it.
Percy decided to let him wake up a bit instead of irritating him with questions about how the morning routine at camp usually went. Instead, he followed the lead of the kids around him and got himself ready before lining up along the wall. His face bloomed red when someone had to tell him to go to the back because he was new, but other than that he was doing somewhat alright.
Chris and Luke were arguing quietly in the corner, being careful to ensure nobody else could hear their murmurs. At one point, Luke stepped up so he was nose to nose with Chris and the boy put his hands on his chest to push him back — only for Luke to sharpen his eyes down at them with such a scandalised look that even Percy was slightly confused from where he stood and watched. Luke folded his arms over his chest indignantly and Chris sent him a dumb look before muttering something that made Luke straighten and drop his arms once more.
When the boys ceased their conversation and walked over, the kids pretended as if they hadn’t been watching their entire time
“Okayyy.” Luke spoke, huffing out a breath. He shot his hands out and waved them, “Let’s go.” Nobody moved, and he furrowed his brows, “Uh, onwards and upwards? Hop to? En guarde?” Silence greeted him and he rolled his eyes, clapping loudly, “Can yall just fuckin’ move?”
The kids at the front flinched slightly, deciding it best to just leave rather than wait for him to say his usual morning pick-me-up. Clearly he was having a bad day and they chose to leave him to his own devices. Percy followed at the back, and couldn’t help but listen as Chris muttered to him once more from behind him.
“Can you at least try to act like a normal person, please?”
“I am acting normal.”
“Luke Normal.” He paused, waiting. Percy guessed Luke must’ve agreed silently because the next thing he said was, “Thank you. Now get to the front of the line like the cabin counsellor you are.”
Luke huffed, pushing past Percy to get to the front of the line. Chris followed, whispering something about Luke having a bad day and to just ignore him before jogging to catch up. The blonde boy had never felt so awkward — the only friend he’d made and the guy was skulking around like he hated the world only twelve hours after they’d met.
He tried to brush it off by focusing on his breakfast — blue pancakes, blue cherry coke. Okay, not the healthiest option but he was having a bad weekend, let him live.
Chiron came to find him a bit after that, asking Percy how he was settling in and if he was ready for the Capture the Flag game they were playing later.
After that, Percy tried to avoid the prying eyes of Annabeth by spending his free hour in the Hermes cabin where she couldn’t get to him ��� only to walk in on something a lot more awkward.
Luke was lying on the floor, groaning in pain. The smiley Demeter girl he had introduced Percy to the day before was on top of him, also groaning in pain.
“Uh, are you guys okay?”
They flinched, scrambling off each other and pulling themselves to their feet. Luke brushed himself off and looked at Percy wide eyed, “It’s not what it looks like!”
“Seriously.” The girl said when Percy raised his brow. She shook her head slowly, “We would never —“
“Yeah.” Luke scoffed, “Like never ever.”
The girl — Percy was still trying to remember her name — turned her head and looked at him blankly, “Okay. That wasn’t needed.”
“I’m just clarifying.”
“You didn’t need to sound so disgusted about it, though.”
“Oh my god.” Luke scoffed a chuckle, shaking his head, “You’re such a guy.”
Percy screwed up his face, and Luke suddenly backtracked, “Uh, I mean — such a lie…er.” Even he looked confused by what he’d said. He straightened up and scoffed, waving his hands, “She wants me so bad. Right? Bro?” He held out a fist, but Percy just looked at it.
The girl, who had swiftly knocked his hand back to his side and stepped slightly in front of him, smiled kindly like she had yesterday when she’d asked how Percy was feeling about the sudden change in his life. “Sorry for scaring you, Perce. We’re just talking about something. Did you have a question?”
“Yeah, actually.” He looked at her, “Are you in pyjamas?”
She looked down at herself like she was just remembering her white tank top and fleece pyjama pants with bats printed on them, and Luke laughed into his fist. Upon hearing his chuckles, she swivelled back to glare at him, “Hey, don’t laugh at me! Would you rather me undress you?”
“What?” Percy asked. He was ignored.
Luke took a step back and held up one finger, “Uh, no. I don’t need you looking at my tits, perv.”
“What?” Percy tried again.
The girl scoffed, looking away from him and muttering under her breath, “Kinda hard not to when they get hot in the night and climb out of your shirt.”
Luke gasped and put his hands to his chest, “Oh my gods.”
“I tried not to look but they were right there — !”
"Well — " Luke stammered for a rebuttal, eventually pointing in accusation at the girl beside him, "You had morning wood!
"What — ?!"
“Hey, guys!” Percy finally interrupted, and they looked at him in surprise like they’d forgotten he’d been standing there the whole time. “What the hell is going on?”
The two shared a look, but it was you who stepped forward and looked at him kindly, “Nothing you should worry about. You’ve had a tough weekend already, just pretend you never saw us.”
Percy was tempted to refuse and force them to spill the beans, but they were two older campers who could very well send him to detention or whatever it was they did here for punishment — he wasn’t keen on finding out. So he left with a nod and closed the door behind him.
Your voice drifted through the window, “—can’t believe you wear batman pyjamas.”
“At least I wear pyjamas.” Luke responded, “You left very little to my imagination this morning.”
He walked off before he could hear anymore.
He didn’t see either of you again until just before lunch. He was walking through camp with Grover, half-listening to his friend yap about a blueberry bush he thought was cute, when they passed you and your sisters giggling about something near the forges.
“Gods, he’s cute, though.” One of them was saying, eyeing up a boy with soot all over his face. Percy couldn’t see much of him to determine him as cute, but your sisters seemed to agree with a loud dreamy sigh.
“He is, don’t get me wrong.” Another girl added, “But consider this: Lee Fletcher.”
“Oh, yeah.”
“He’s got potential. He’s got potential.”
Percy found himself slowing down, the teenage boy in him wondering if someone would mention his name. Of course they wouldn’t — he’s twelve, and they’re all around yours and Luke’s age, but a boy could dream.
One of the girls clicked her tongue, looking at you, “Who was it you said was sorta dreamy the other day?”
Percy watched you freeze, suddenly looking very awkward. You took a deep breath in and pretended to think about what you were going to say, but one of your sisters chimed in for you.
“It was Astor. The Ares kid with the curly hair.”
“Oh yeah!”
“What?” You exclaimed, scrunching up your face. When your sisters looked at you all confused, you backtracked, “Uh, I mean yeah he’s…cute.” You forced the word out with difficulty, “But, I dunno. There's cuter guys out there.”
“Oh?” Your sister said, interested, “Who are you thinking?”
Now you were on the spot. You swallowed, making these exaggerated facial expressions that Percy assumed were you trying to convince the girls that you had just come up with this idea, when you’d actually probably been wanting to say it the whole time you’d been talking and just needed an excuse, “Oh, I don’t know…” You shrugged, “Luke Castellan’s sorta…y’know?”
The girls looked between each other, and you watched with slight anticipation. Then one of them, the one who had mentioned Lee Fletcher earlier, said, “I swear you said he was too full of himself.”
“What —?”
“Yeah, she did.” The other chimed in, “You said he would be cuter if he didn’t — what was it? — flaunt around camp like he had the biggest cock out of all of ‘em.”
The girls laughed, and you attempted a weak chuckle, but it sorta looked like you were in pain. Percy thought it best to walk off after that, looking for Grover who had long since left him to his eavesdropping devices and presumably wandered off into the forest to look for Blue the blueberry bush.
So maybe Percy should’ve pressed harder when he’d cornered you and Luke earlier that morning. He thought he could brush it off, even when he kept seeing Luke lift up the hem of his shirt and poke at his abs in wonder, or when he saw you pushing your hair out of your face once every ten seconds before finally putting it in the messiest ponytail he’d ever seen. It was as if you had lost all sense of self overnight, like you'd never actually seen your own bodies before. It creeped him out, but he held back on asking. Maybe it was a demigod thing he hadn't been taught yet.
The straw that broke the camel's back, however, was after dinner. Usually when the nymphs take the plates away and the campers start to trickle down to the campfire, a few odd groups would stay behind at their tables, gossiping or finishing their desert until they had to get up and go — not only were you and your siblings part of this group of people, but so were Luke and Chris (and, by default because he had nobody else to hang out with, Percy).
So the newcomer had the fortunate opportunity to bear witness to possibly the greatest series of events he’d ever seen (and he once saw a rat the size of a small dog eating a small dog).
It all started when a girl from the Aphrodite table stood up and walked over to where the boys were sitting.
“So, if you do ever want to sneak out to the forests, don’t go through the pavilion.” Chris was explaining, “Mr D has a birds eye view of the whole place from his bedroom window, so you gotta sneak as close to the Big House as you can get. But make sure to duck under the windows just in case Chiron is trotting around in there.”
“And be careful around cabin four.” Luke butted in, “They have vines that spring out of the floor whenever a non-Demeter kid gets too close during the night.”
Chris turned to his brother with a look, “How do you know that?”
“Oh, uh — ”
“Hey, Luke.”
Three heads turned to the edge of the table where she was standing — a pretty girl with short blonde hair, a few strands dyed pink near the front. She was smiling at Luke cheekily and Percy noticed Chris send his brother a smirk.
“Uh, hi…” Luke trailed off, squinting.
“Laura.” She finished with a frown.
“Laura!” He exclaimed, snapping his fingers. “I knew that. I did.”
“Cool.” She said slowly, brushing off the moment and bouncing around the table to sit next to him on the bench. She leaned on her elbows into his side and Percy watched him shuffle back, only for Chris to push him right back forward. “So, uh, I had fun…last night.” She side eyed Percy across the table, but the boy just pursed his lips awkwardly.
“Really?” Luke responded, a little shocked. He nodded, “Well, uh, me too?”
Laura grinned widely at that, back straightening, “I’m so glad we agree.”
Percy wasn’t so sure Luke agreed, he wasn’t even sure the guy remembered whatever saucy interaction she was referring to. But he was pretending to, for her sake. He blinked at her silently, but she just looked as if she was waiting for him to say something — Percy was only young, but he’d seen enough movies to know that she was waiting for him to suggest they do it again sometime.
He did not. Instead he twisted his body away from her and back towards Percy, smiling at him, “Wanna head to the campfire, get some good seats?”
The boy was moments away from responding, but Laura clearly wasn’t taking his silence as an answer. She pulled Luke back to face her by his arm and blinked up at him, “I was just about to suggest we skip the fire tonight. Just us, y’know?”
Chris cleared his throat and stood, ushering for Percy to do the same, “Let’s go, lil bro.”
“Wait — “ Luke stood with them, staring back with a silent plea of help. Chris wasn’t having it, just grinning at him.
“Have fun, Luke.” He snorted, “See you later.”
“No, you can’t — ” He started, but Laura was yanking him back with a high pitched giggle.
“You heard him, Luke.” She smirked, “No one's gonna notice we’re gone, loosen up.” She ran a slow finger down his torso, and Percy watched him visibly tense up. He didn’t understand why she hadn't taken the hint already.
Chris seized Percy by the wrist and began to pull him away, occasionally looking back and giggling like a schoolgirl, with the odd snort. The younger boy didn’t really want to look back, but then when he heard Luke yelp like a girl, well…
He had to. And thank the gods he did.
Luke was sprawled on the table like a scared rabbit and Laura was standing with one hand hanging limply in the air, looking confusedly at his stance. Chris burst into loud laughter when he noticed Luke’s legs were spread and the boy was trying really hard not to look at his own crotch.
They walked over when it was clear someone needed to intervene, and Percy noticed the Demeter girls from before joining them — you were at the front, looking panicked and slightly annoyed.
"What's going on?" You asked, looking between the two of them.
"Nothing." Laura said plainly, "We were just talking."
Luke looked at you, “She — uh, she grabbed your — uh, your — ”
He gestured between his legs with a shaky hand. Percy raised a brow, as did everyone else at the scene. Except for Laura, who began to cackle loudly, bending over at the hips and bracing her hands on her thighs. The rest of the kids stared at the pair with varying expressions, and Laura straightened up, wiping under eyes with a giggle before pointing between you and Luke.
“You guys — oh my gods — ” She laughed again, shaking her head and trying to breathe long enough to get her words out, “Holy Hades, Castellan. I’m — I’m sorry.”
She held her hands up in surrender, looking at you now, “I am. I didn’t know you guys were dating. I guess I took mine and Luke’s conversation the wrong way, but — ” Another wheeze, “And I shouldn’t be laughing, but he just referred to his penis as yours, and I — ”
“Laura, it’s not like — ” You stepped up with a wince, trying to alleviate the growing tension between the group. The Aphrodite girl wasn’t listening.
“I just think that’s the funniest thing I’ve heard since…” She took a moment to think, catching her breath and smiling at herself as she thought about it. Eventually, she gestured to you with a laugh, “Well, since last night when you called Graham Lee an extra-terrestrial ass-kisser.”
Luke licked his lips, taking a deep breath in and pushing himself off the table and to his feet. He went to say something to Laura, face serious, but then he stopped and knocked his head back in a slight movement. He looked around at nothing, as if he was recollecting a memory, and then he gasped and pointed a finger at you, “I did do that.”
“You called Graham Lee an extra-terrestrial ass-kisser?” You tilted your head at Luke, “Why?”
Luke shrugged, “He grabbed my ass.”
Laura scrunched up her face, looking between the pair of them, “Are you guys on drugs?”
"There aren't any drugs at this camp." You blanked. You brother laughed.
"Says the drug dealer."
You raised a brow in shock, like you'd had no idea about your own small business. You looked at Luke intensely -- Percy thought maybe you were trying to keep your drug dealing thing a secret, and Luke had gone and spilled the beans. That would explain why he suddenly looked so sheepish. It wouldn't explain why you then said, "Well I am not on drugs."
"Then what is wrong with you guys?" Someone finally asked the question Percy had been sitting on since he watched you hover your hands over your own boobs before retracting them quickly as if it was against some demigod rule to touch your own body — only for Luke to see from afar and have some very stern words to say about it.
Finally, after ten seconds of intense eye contact, you and Luke took in simultaneous breaths. It was you who spoke first, addressing the whole crowd — which consisted of Percy, Laura, Chris, and the Demeter kids — “We’re in eachother’s bodies.”
The Demeter kids made grossed out faces, but Chris just snorted into his fist and let the conversation go on. Percy had never been more confused in his entire life — and he had once thought his dad was Jesus.
Laura chuckled, “Yeah, we know that. His penis is yours, or whatever freaky shit yall are up to.”
“What?”
“No — ”
You and Luke spoke at once, each taking a single step forward. You paused, looking at each-other until you gestured at Luke with a sigh, letting him speak. He nodded, “We’re serious. We are in each other's bodies.”
“Freaky Friday style.” You jumped in before anyone could make a sex joke. You sent the group a sharp look, and then zeroed your eyes in on Percy, “That’s why we were acting so out of it earlier.”
It was silent for a long stretch — everyone looking between one another. Percy didn’t even know what to say. It did explain their strange behaviour, but —
“How the hell did you end up in each other’s bodies?” A demeter boy asked, holding a finger up like he was in class. The rest of them nodded, wondering the same.
“Well…” Luke sighed (or You sighed, he guessed. He was still confused), “At first we had no idea, but now I think it was Graham Lee.”
Another Demeter girl hummed, “He is a Hecate kid. It’d make sense that he put some freaky spell on you after you insulted him.”
Chris coughed, still red in the face from laughing into his shirt, “Okay, but why Luke?”
You shrugged, “Dunno. I’ve never done anything to the guy.”
Suddenly, Laura let out a long, “Oooohhhh.”
Everyone eyed her. She pursed her lips in embarrassment, although Percy definitely saw amusement in her eyes. She tucked some hair behind her ear and winced, “So, maybe we went to the clash together.”
“The what?” Percy asked, finally speaking up. The rest of the group looked at him as if only just realising he’d been standing there, suddenly looking sheepish.
“Uh, it’s a party.” Chris scratched behind his ear, “Older campers only, but if you don’t tell anyone about ‘em you can come to the next one.”
He shrugged, “Deal.”
“So, wait.” You pointed at Laura, “You went to the clash with Graham? Like with him?”
“Yeah.” She folded her arms indignantly, “But he was literally staring at you the whole time, so I left to flirt with Luke.”
Your cheeks dusted pink, and both Laura and Percy realised she was talking to Luke, not you. She turned to Luke, clearing her throat, “Sorry. He was staring at you the whole time. So I left to flirt with…uh, Luke.”
A collective breath ran through the group, everyone putting the pieces together in their own heads. Percy was still a little unsure, but he had the gist (maybe). Just as he was about to suggest they go find this Graham guy and ask him to undo his spell, one of the Demeter girls Percy had seen talking to you earlier gasped and looked between you and Luke with wide eyes.
“So when we were talking before…” She looked at you, “We were talking to Luke?”
You — or Luke, but as you — stammered, and Percy couldn’t help but let out a little laugh. Luke looked on, confused, and the girl looked at him with a smirk,
“Earlier, we were gossiping about hot guys.” She chuckled, pointing at you, “And Luke suggested his own name, as you!”
“What?” Luke exclaimed at you, partially appalled but also holding in a laugh.
You stammered for an excuse, but then her face contorted and she zeroed Luke with an accusatory stare, “Well, you said I walked around camp acting like I had the biggest cock out of them all!”
Luke scoffed, “You do.”
“I do not!”
“You kind do.”
“Yeah, you do.”
“You sorta do, man.”
You turned to Chris, scandalised, “Bro.”
The boy shrugged, “Sorry man. It’s true.”
Eventually, you managed to convince the kids to finally go to the campfire and leave Luke and yourself to fix your problem with Graham when you got down there. They agreed, although not without making as many jokes as they could on the walk down to the clearing.
“So, how did you guys pee?”
“Have you seen each other all naked and stuff now?”
“Did Luke have morning woo — ?”
“Alright.” You smacked Chris hard on the back for that one. “To your sections, please.”
Percy sat down on the end of a log, and watched as the two of you walked over to Graham and spoke to him in hushed but harsh tones. At one point, Graham was looking between you two with the most genuine look of confusion and Percy assumed he only agreed to reverse the spell because it was making his mind go all wobbly just talking to you.
When he saw Luke again, it was at lights out. Percy was tucking himself into his thin sleeping bag when the boy came over, crouching to his level and dropping something on his lap.
He lifted the bag of coins to his eyeline and then raised a brow at Luke, “What’s this for?”
“Drachmas.” He explained, “Just enough to get you a new shirt at the camp store. Or a thicker pillow, some three ply toilet paper. Whatever you want, really.” He shrugged, “Partly a welcome to camp gift, partly hush money.”
“Right.” Percy lowered the bag and levelled Luke with a curious look, “How was being in another person’s body? Weird?”
“Oh yeah.” He nodded, looking into the distance like he was having some awful flashbacks. Percy remembered seeing you walk out of the bathroom earlier, a look of terror plastered in your eyes.
He cleared his throat, “Well, thanks for the money.”
“No problem, kid.” He patted him on the shoulder, “Get some rest. It’s capture the flag day tomorrow and guess what?"
"What?"
"We're teaming up with Demeter."
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Soft Pinocchio X reader headcanons
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~ he is just so sweet :(
~ he's always very careful with you. It took him a while before he felt it was alright even laying a hand on you, wary of his unbridled strength. Humans are so fragile compared to the force he wields as a being made up of carved wood and steel. He has felt bones snap and flesh tear beneath his hands, and the thought of ever inflicting the same to you had him frightened.
~ just guide his hands to gently lay upon your check, or cradle them within your own and he'd be putty
<3 his eyes go wide the moment you guide him to touch you, but the moment he feels your warmth and softness press against his palms, he becomes addicted. Pino will attempt to be subtle about it, silently guiding you with light touches and gestures.
~ will carry you if the opportunity arises. The heel of your shoe is broken? Guess you'll have to be carried around on his hip till you get it fixed 😔
You've somehow managed to twist your ankle in a scuffle? He's on his knees before you can attempt to limp, his broad back facing you as his hands gesture you to climb on. You're so light as well to him, no matter how heavy you think you are (I mean have you seen the things this man lifts? You are practically air to him).
~ Pino has so much fascination over you. From the soft curves of your face, to the soul in your eyes and the warmth of your hands, it stokes the fire of desire he holds within himself to become human too. He wants to be warm, like you.
~ he's not great at asking for affection however. His way of asking for a hug is to stare at you quietly and wait for you to somehow catch the hint. You'll have this man loitering and hovering over you like a puppy at your heels, hands folded politely as he waits very patiently for your attention. (Meanwhile Gemini is going insane and hissing at the man to do something before he shrieks in frustration 😭)
~ he loves spending time with you when he can, and it usually involves very quiet and calm activities- ones that contrast with the chaos he has to endure in the city. You are his sanctuary just as much as the hotel is, bringing safety and security.
Pino especially enjoys reading with you in the library. He'll wander after you with chosen books balanced in his arms, sending soft smiles and looks whenever you pick out another one and show it to him. Eventually you'll both huddle together on a loveseat or sofa, and you either read aloud to him, or you both read in silence- finding a rythm of reading and flipping the pages. The two of you could spend hours reading and resting together. It usually ends with you falling asleep on his shoulder, and him carrying you to your room to sleep <3
~ his hair is so soft and fluffy, and he secretly (not so secretly) likes it when you play with it. He'll close his eyes and silently relish in the feeling of you playing with his hair, your movements gentle and tender, and it makes him feel very cared for :((
~ he probably smells really nice? He smells of earthy pine and book-dust, maybe leather. It's just a very pleasant scent.
~ you may convince him to let you inspect his arm out of curiosity, his gaze carefully watching you as you inspect the intricate metal designs and cogs. He stays so still as well, a little cautious in case of harming you in any way. The moment you smile and cradle his metal hand to your face and lean into it, his expression breaks into soft puppy eyes :(( his thumb oh so lightly stroking your cheek, he loves your smile. He's discovered it's one of his favourite things.
~ hugging him kind of feels like hugging a mannequin- sturdy and cold, his clothes offering a little comfort and softness. He'll try his best to be as comforting as he can however, attempting to recreate the feelings you give him whenever you hold him. Things like stroking your hair gently or petting your back. If you press your ear to his chest, you can hear the slight clicks and whirs of his springs, which noticeably tick louder whenever you're near like this.
~ after long and grueling missions where Pino encounters tragedy and peril in his wake, you are the first one he resides in once he's back. He'll go looking for you the moment he steps through the grand hotel doors, frantically searching till he finds his haven.
Once you are within his sights, he's on you in seconds. Arms wound gently around your waist, his face tucked into your shoulder, and his ear pressed against your pulse so he can feel that you're alive and well.
You always seem to know what to do as well, holding him back tightly and guiding him off to do something relaxing like sitting in the garden or reading in the library. Pino's expression will soften and relax, now happy he's back.
~ occasionally you may wake up to find Pino in bed with you, and usually a little worse for wear. It'd look like he had barely crawled under the covers beside you, legs and a section on his back uncovered, and his arms hugging your waist firmly and with his face nuzzled into your stomach or chest. The slightest move will wake him up at once, stunning sapphire eyes blinking up at you before a soft smile befalls his freckled face. Happy to see you.
(He's a bit like a clingy cat when he's like this as well. His head would be rested against your tummy/chest, and his brow would knit whenever you'd shuffle away. You'd have a clingy and affectionate Pino following after you)
~ he's just so cuddly, and loves it when you play with his hair whenever he's lain beside you with your sleepy form in his arms. Everything just feels so at peace, a contrast to the chaos and hostility outside in the city of Krat.
(His hair is so soft and silky and fluffy, and it's long enough to twist your fingers in). Even though he cannot necessarily sleep, just being to relax with your form sleeping soundly in his arms is the closest he can get to dreaming. He will more often than not just lay still and observe you, from the soothing beats of your heart against his ear, to the rise and fall of your chest beneath his cheek with every slow methodic breath, he takes this time to relish in the new emotions and feelings that flicker inside his chest.
~ definitely kisses the back of your hand, I'm sure of it, just look at him. He does it out of respect and love for you, and he probably learnt about it from a book or something. In more secluded settings, his lips explore the curves and ridges of your hand- pale rosy lips smoothing over your knuckles and wrist-bone, gently flipping your hand over to pepper soft slow kisses upon your palm, almost following the lines with a trail of kisses. He usually does this when his head is lounged in your lap, listening to you talk.
~ giving his freckled face fluttery butterfly kisses :( <3 just cupping his pretty face and complimenting him, calling him a pretty boy. If he was capable to he would blush, but you can tell he's a little shy by his flustered body language.
~ when his hair grows longer, he will absolutely let you tie it back for him
<3 Pino loves the feeling of you running your fingers through his hair, bowing his head a little for you to comb it back with your fingers and gather it into a ponytail.
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I’m rewatching BigB’s 3rd life perspective and honestly. I think the triple kill changed that poor man.
Before it, he’s really just doing his own thing. He’s mining. He builds a crappy shack in the birch woods. More important, he’s friendly to the whole server. Scott, Jimmy, Martyn, Grian, Scar, Bdubs, Cleo, Tango, literally anyone he came across. He was wary of Scar because he got scammed but that’s reasonable. He didn’t have that group loyalty everyone else seemed to because he didn’t have a solid group. He had his friends.
Grian and Scar tried to get him killed. Before the tnt went off, Scar told BigB to go move the enchanter and Grian just sort of laughed. If it was gone to plan like that, BigB would’ve died there. It didn’t.
When it all does blow up, everyone sort of panics. Some run towards the crater. Grian is cackling. Scott is shouting at Grian. BigB’s voice is flat. He says “I don’t believe this”. He’s in shock. He’s silent for a long time until he accepts Scar’s no-kill-pass a few minutes later. He’s paranoid about traps everywhere
The triple kill was a turning point for everyone, and the tone of the series as a whole. BigB had been playing it like intended. He was hanging out, making his house, just surviving. His worst fear was losing his good gear. But at this point I think he started to fear the others
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stupefied — kang yeosang
in which a small accident leads to something more.
prince!kang yeosang x fem!reader. genre. fluff, domestic fluff, slight crack. warnings. they're super awkward, description and mentions of wounds, a tiny bit of blood, they're super cute. wc. 5.8k.
lilo's notes. hi i'm back :3
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There was nothing that could explain why Prince Kang Yeosang was roaming the woods, other than the fact that he desired a break. He told his servants not to go looking for him because he was on a personal mission, but in reality, he wanted to mindlessly wander around in a disguise that would not attract attention. He set off in his worst garments and a hood above his head. The brief vacation was only supposed to last for a day, but it did not go as he had anticipated.
After winding his way through snow and wood for so long, he fell into a rhythm. His defences were down and his thoughts were building themselves into other things until he heard singing. It was an enchanting melody, but that did not keep him from being wary. Once he brought more focus to his path, he realised that the part of the forest he was in felt unfamiliar. He told himself he was too competent to fall into such a generic trap, so he got off his horse and secured him to a tree. After asking his companion not to make a sound—as if the animal would understand him—he moved further with much caution and hands raised. His fingers twitched as the voice grew louder and his boots pushed quietly onto the earth.
Up ahead, you hummed a sweet melody. However, you faltered for a second when you heard the snap of a twig. It was easy to believe that it was likely one of the many harmless animals that liked to roam about the area in the afternoon, so you continued. Your confidence began to diminish once the sounds of birds twittering faded into silence. It did not look like a storm was coming, so the safest conclusion was already thrown aside along with your composure. By all accounts, if you were so nervous, why did you continue singing?
As Yeosang passed a shrub, he saw you by several bushes filled with various berries. His first thought was not him questioning why a young woman would be by herself in this secluded part of the forest. Instead, he thought of how carefully your fingers skimmed across each fruit to study them. He was close enough to see the way the sun caused a glimmer that beamed off your shoulders and brought a shine to the locks of your hair. If he was closer, he would have seen that your rosy lips were the result of you biting them to strengthen your concentration on berry picking. To his hidden delight, those same lips did not stop singing as minutes passed. The sight before him eased his suspicions significantly, but he was still hesitant about making his presence known. The Prince had planned to turn on his heels and try to forget what he saw, but once he put his guard down, his vigilance followed suit. A larger branch whimpered as it cracked from the weight of his body, and the next thing he could properly process was the girl’s frightened eyes meeting him.
From your perspective, it was after you had noticed that the birds were completely silent that you heard the branch break. You glanced at your surroundings briefly, picking up the largest rock you spotted. Just in case. You were on edge more than usual, so you whipped around to see why the sound was coming from behind you, and what had been causing it. Any other creature was what you expected, but when you saw a man crouched behind a shrub, you instinctively screamed and threw the rock right at him, hitting his head. The basket of freshly picked berries was knocked over as you tried to gather the fabric of your dress. Your shoes carried you to the nearest tree and you hid behind it and held your breath. The anticipation grew up your spine as the silence persisted. Minutes passed without any response from the mysterious man so she peeked. You could see the man’s wavy black hair still peeking out of what he previously hid behind.
You had concluded that ten minutes was not the normal amount of time that someone would pretend to be unconscious, so you approached his still body with your hands stretched out, ready to defend your own life. His face was the first thing she noticed about him. His features were so striking that you felt that if you reached out with your hands, your fingers would have bled. His physical appearance did not match the frayed clothing that he was wearing. Every strand of his hair fell into perfect position even though he had been knocked down on the ground. He was well-groomed in every sense of the word. It was odd. From your speed search, there did not seem to be any weapons on him, which made the situation even stranger.
“Oh, no.” You sank to the ground in shame.
Your fingers warily made their way to his wrist to check for a pulse, then his neck. He was so cold that without the hammering beating of his heart, she would have assumed that he was already dead. The growing red colour on his arm and the thin cut on his temple made the situation even more critical. You needed to get him to your home, but you did not know how to. You scrambled to pick up the man, but the weight you felt when you attempted to lift him by his shoulders was enough to convince you that dragging him back home would not work. Everything seemed pointless until you heard the heavy breaths and cries of a horse not too far from where you were. You thought that if it was not this strange man’s horse, then who else would be around to tie a horse to a tree? After practically begging the horse to lie down, you were finally able to drag the man onto it. That’s when you definitely knew you made the right decision. The majestic, pitch-black creature seemed so comfortable with the heavy man thrown over it like a towel.
“Come along now, sweetie.” You took the horse’s reins and walked it to your cottage.
When Prince Yeosang woke up, the first thing he saw was a cat. It was perched on his chest with no thought about the consent of the stranger. Its mismatched green and blue eyes almost distracted Yeosang from the fact that he was in a room that he was unfamiliar with. Not only that, but he felt something wrapped tightly around his arm and something else sticking against his temple. Before he could panic, he heard someone coming into the room.
“Laura!” You came rushing in. The cat was quickly removed from the prince’s chest, and he felt like he was left completely thoughtless. You tried to cradle Laura, but the cat leapt from your hands and out of the room. “I’m so sorry,” oyu said. The man stayed completely still, as the emotion on his face still remained ambiguous. You took that as your cue to introduce yourself with your first name. You waited to see if he would introduce himself too. When he didn’t, you continued. “You fell on a rock and were out cold when I checked you. Um,” you quickly pointed to the window on your right, “your horse is outside. I fed him… he’s really pretty.”
“Thank you,” he said. At any other time, the prince would be ready to fight his way out of a situation, but he was more focused on the light from the candles in the room gently contouring your face. Your beauty was painfully enchanting. It was a surprise how your features stupefied him the moment you stumbled through the door.
“Your food.” You dashed out of the small room as quickly as you came in. Your dress moved like billowing clouds as you made haste to retrieve his food, your quick footsteps giving the illusion that you were floating. Yeosang felt like he was looking at a person from the very fairy tales he heard as a child.
You came back in carrying a tray with a bowl and utensils in the centre. “Would you like it?”
“Like what?”
“Some food,” you nervously stated. Your idea of bringing the man back to your cabin was as awkward as you expected it to be, you were starting to regret your plan.
“Oh…” he nodded, “yes, please.” It should not have been that easy for a stranger to convince him to ingest anything, but he already had the silverware in his mouth before he was mentally chastising himself for being so easily charmed.
“I’m sorry for the confusion. I think you got cut on a sharp rock because your arm was bleeding really bad,” you said. That is when Yeosang finally stopped eating and looked at his left arm. It was utterly embarrassing that he did not notice it was entirely bandaged until now. He did not want to admit how bad it looked from the few discoloured parts of flesh peeking through. “And… you must’ve hit your head on something. I put some plasters on the little bit, but I think it should be fine by now.”
“Still, I would hate for you to continue your journey with an injured arm,” you added. You kept your attention on his wounded limb, it was jarring to see how dark his eyes were. They intimidated you into looking anywhere but at him and attempting bad conversation. “You can stay here until you feel well enough to return to what you were doing if that’s what she would like.”
“Thank you so much for your kindness.” Yeosang was no longer going to lie to himself. He knew he would rather spend days with the bewitching woman who saved his life than return to his very own prison. He would just hope that you didn’t have any ill intentions because it would be a shame if he would have to take you out himself.
“So,” you got up to mindlessly shuffle some stuff in the room. “What’s your name?” you grinned.
“Yeosang,” he replied without much thought. He wanted to take it back, but it was too late. No one really called him that anymore—but if you didn’t recognise him as the prince of this nation, he would try his best to keep it that way even if he could only experience a form of normality for a few days.
“That’s a lovely name… May I ask where you’re from? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you around the nearest town…” You trailed off at the end in hesitation.
He thought for a moment before he said, “Gyeongju.”
“Oh, my—What’s it like? I’ve never been to the capital.” You could not stop your true reaction from escaping.
“It’s…” he let out a sigh, “pleasant.” The conversation died for a moment so you focused on Laura making it to the top of your dresser. It was your excuse for still not looking at him. “Where are you from, if you don’t mind me asking?”
“I was raised here” you replied as you stroked Laura. He nodded. The conservation did not go any further until you chimed in again, “Well, it’s late. It’s such a shame that you just woke up.”
“I’m sure I’ll sleep,” he voiced politely.
“Okay.” You smiled and began to snuff out the candles around the room. “The door’ll be open so if you have any problems, you can just ask.”
The prince mindlessly nodded to your instruction. It would have been easy to ask where you would be if he was not so uncharacteristically timid. Yeosang refused to try to sleep. There was still some hesitance that made him cautious of sinking into the bed with a weak arm. It grew stiffer as the night continued, so he distracted himself with a book that was left on the wooden dresser.
The feeling of a weight on the Prince’s chest woke him up. When his eyes snapped open, they were looking at the sharp eyes of a feline which brought back memories of the afternoon before. His consciousness did not scare away the cat—as he had desired—but he knew picking up Laura would surely bring unpredictable pain. So, he stayed in an undisclosed staring match with her even as he heard small movements outside the room. After a short period, his focus broke once he heard distant calls for the cat. The young Prince looked back at the cat, which was now preparing to fall asleep on his lap until it met his eyes again. Laura stood right back up—he almost expected her to groan—and hopped off of the bed and out of the room. He followed suit, careful not to strain his injuries, and got out of bed. His body ached more than he was used to. It hurt all over, but there was a more pronounced pain in his forehead. Unfortunately, there was not much to do but follow the path Laura had shown to the kitchen.
“Laura—” The cat quickly interrupted you by hopping into your arms as you crouched. “Where did you go?” you petted her. Yeosang walked into the kitchen, but his steps in his shoes were very quiet. You didn’t notice him until Laura turned from staring at absolutely nothing to the towering wounded man. “Did you wake him?” You whispered to her. Laura continued to stare at the towering, pale man. “I apologise,” you muttered. He nodded with the faintest, courteous smile. You took the trace of emotion that you were given and pulled out a dining chair as you gestured him over. His long legs took him over to the dining table without much effort.
“Thank you.” He completed a small bow, and he sat. Instead of going into his meal, he looked around as you were occupied with trying to get Laura to eat. His brief scanning of the house had him see his horse through the window to the right of him.
“He was fed this morning,” you reassured him.
“Thank you.” He felt like an echo in a cave. He still had not said anything besides constantly thanking you for your hospitality. “He appears to be doing much better than I am.” He was satisfied to see how easily you let out a small chuckle.
After making sure Laura had finished eating, you rose and grabbed the handles of a woven picnic basket. “I’ll be back in a few minutes,” you told him as you looked at his nose instead of his eyes because it was easier that way. You turned to Laura and whispered to her ears, “Please, behave, and don’t embarrass me.” As if she would listen if she could. As you went through the door, you looked back for a brief moment. You saw the man’s head whip back to attentively look at the cat on the dining chair. You closed the door and sent a small prayer that if the man tried to take anything or cause any trouble, then your cat would at least try to put up a fight.
Once the door had completely closed and your gentle footsteps grew quieter, he waited three minutes while eating and carrying on the staring match he had with the tabby cat, then got up and let his legs lead him throughout the house. Different varieties of dried flowers spun into circles were gently laid into a bowl. Next to it was the basket of berries he believed he saw yesterday. Plates were lazily leaning against the wall on a shelf while mugs were hanging from hooks. A sweet smell lingered in the kitchen, even though it looked recently cleaned. He couldn’t exactly name the scent but it resembled a mixture of vanilla and something fruity. He did not lose interest in the kitchen but knew his nosy lingering may take longer if he stayed. Yeosang walked to the living room to see two small armchairs next to a well-maintained fireplace. The abundance of shelves on the wall were filled with many books of varying sizes and colours. There was a knitted blanket haphazardly tossed over the chair facing his room.
He continued scanning the room and saw a closed door he never noticed; he had no time to think about the chairs any further. Had he been a guest anywhere else, he would have honoured privacy, but he considered this a unique circumstance. His fingers enveloped the handle and the door whined as he slowly pushed it open. All he did was poke his head in and was met with a clean and very simple room. It was a lot like the one he slept in, except there were different items decorating the tiny dresser.
Ultimately, Yeosang felt pleased enough with what he glimpsed that he took his snooping to the front door. He held the door latch, peered through the window next to it, and opened the door.
The sun hit his cheeks in small ruptures as its rays tried to twist through the thick trees that blanketed and guarded the cottage. His horse stood without any sign of distress. Yeosang petted the horse while simultaneously giving him some of the berries that Yeosang took off of his plate.
The Prince looked around the exterior of the cottage as his companion leisurely absorbed the sun. The house almost appeared swallowed by bushes, shrubs, flowers, and a few potted plants. His slightly tattered shoes led him around the house. There was a small garden of salad leaves in their pots. With one of his hands brought behind his back, he leaned in to look further at the vegetation.
“You found dinner.”
Your small voice only tapped his ears, but it startled him into losing his balance. He would have caught himself if she had not assumed he would crush the leaves and attempt to catch him. Your hasty moves caused your steps to be misplaced and she crashed into his hard, warm back. You expected to take him down with you, but he did not budge. Once you realized your face was not meeting the dirt, but rather remained on his back, you erected your spine back up and tried to ignore the wave of embarrassment.
“I’m sorry!” You frantically tried to smoothen the wrinkles on his clothes while avoiding his eyes.
You thought you heard a chuckle come from him. It would have been hard to miss it if his shoulders did not shake when he laughed. “I should be apologizing,” he briefly looks at the plants before switching to look you in the eyes, “I’ve been exploring.”
“That’s fine,” you assured. As he watched you pick up your basket, Yeosang wondered how he got so occupied that he did not notice your return. You walked back to the front of the cottage and inside without checking to see if he was following you. Laura poked her head up upon the opening of the door and right back down when she saw it was you.
“May I?” you heard him say. You turned and saw him, gesturing toward the rows of books you had on display.
“Go ahead,” you said, “there’s not a lot for you to do around here, unfortunately.”
“It’s quite alright, this is enough entertainment.”
“Well, that’s good to hear.” You went back to rummaging through a cabinet for the items you needed to tend to the plants outside.
For Yeosang, the morning went by as quickly as the last chapter of the book had arrived. He noticed that you had gone outside, but not that the sun had already made it to its highest point by the time he closed the story and set it aside. He made an effort to inconspicuously look outside the window leading outside to the front of the house to see if he could spot you and not just a tall black horse. His effort was a failure, but his pride found another alternative. The Prince rose from the chair and walked outside.
As he pretended to walk closer to his companion, he got a much better view of you. Your hands were occupied with tending to the pieces of each plant as your eyes followed them with deep concentration. He saw strands of your hair spilling out of a patterned headscarf you used to protect yourself from the sun. From those same strands came a single bead of sweat that started from your head, down the side of your face, and past your jaw. It continued down your neck and that’s when he refused to keep looking further.
“How was the book?” You looked at him for a moment to see him looking at his horse with too much focus.
He looked over and tried to pretend to have just noticed you. “Good,” he replied. He watched you get up from the ground.
You removed your gloves and walked closer to him. “Could I– um–” She pointed to his bandaged arm.
“Of course,” he replied.
As soon as you were given permission, you took his hand with one hand and lifted his arm with the other. You inched closer in hopes of seeing more without having to move the arm any more than needed. During your inspection, from his height, he was able to see the natural curl of your lashes. The fragments of the sun made the warm glow of your skin more apparent. When you took his hands, it was a moment of cold clarity. He could not remember the last time he was so aware that he was touching another person as it was happening.
“Yeosang?” you looked up at him and were surprised by the lack of space you were giving him. It was easier to pretend that you did not notice.
He hummed in response
“I asked you ‘how much does it hurt?’”
“It aches, not as painful as yesterday, though.”
You nodded, gently placing his hand back down. “And your head?” You gestured at your temple.
“Feels fine to me.”
“Wonderful.”
The rest of the afternoon flew by thanks to the chores she tended to outside and inside, with Yeosang lingering behind you every step of the way. He offered help many times, but you denied his offers and told him not to put stress on his arm. Not wanting to be completely useless, he held a short conversation. It was when dinner was ready and Laura was eating out her plate that you both fell back onto the topic of where he was from.
“Forgive me for asking, but what’s the Palace like?” you asked. He mentioned working there during one of your short conversations.
“Um,” he thought for a moment as he chewed, “clean, I suppose?” You finally heard the sound of laughter not just from yourself, but from him as well as he shrugged. It was nice, and it filled up the house with warmth. “I’ve never had the chance to observe it all,” he said.
“Were you busy?”
“Many duties,” he claimed.
His responses were as short as the time you had known him, but they were getting longer, much to your delight. You wanted to ask him what his job was, but you were not sure if you would be poking too much into his personal business. However, your curiosity about the outside world fueled you to keep going. “Are those duties being neglected right now?”
“Possibly.”
“I’ll try my best to help speed up your recovery,” you pushed around a piece of asparagus on your plate.
“Much appreciated, but I’m sure they don’t miss me too much.” He quietly appreciated your questions, because as he answered them, the excitement in your eyes never dimmed.
You nodded in response and continued to eat. You pretended not to look at him as he ate, but even in the evening, the dim lighting of the candles scattered around the house made his face look even more enticing. You saw him glance over to check on his horse outside.
“Your horse should be fine outside. Nothing ever comes by here,” you assured.
“It is quite an isolated home,” he realised.
“Yes,” you agreed.
It was quiet for a few more moments until he asked a question of his own. “Have you always lived here?”
“Yes. Can’t really remember living anywhere else.” You tried to pet Laura as she wrapped herself around your foot, but she then began avoiding your hand before skittering under the table to settle at his feet.
“Really? I’ve never come across here,” he said as his brows furrowed, but he nodded before going back to his meal.
The rest of the evening was spent cleaning up the events of the day that passed. The current occupants of the house finished the day with reading. Once it was time to retreat into sleep, you were already fast asleep on the chair with your quilt and a book trapped under it with you.
Yeosang saw how shallow your breaths became and how supple your cheeks were when they were pressed against your shoulder that you used as a pillow. He took it as his cue to go to the bed he was given. He went around and snuffed out each flame in every candle with the tips of his fingers. He pretended to ignore the cat as she followed him into the room and slept beside him. He made the effort to try to rest by telling himself that this would probably be the only real rest he would get for the next decade.
The sun brought in the next day and he never remembered falling asleep or waking up. The stiffness in his back made it clear that he did both of those things. He wished that he was not a little disappointed that Laura did not greet him with her morning stare, but he did not take it personally. He simply put on the same shoes and hoped that he would find someone in the kitchen even though there was no noise coming from any part of the house. He made it into the living room and was met with complete stillness and silence. From the window, he could see his horse grazing. Once he made it outside, the sun was shining much brighter than he expected. He had slept longer than he had intended.
It was relieving to see Laura preoccupied with attacking insects, but one more person was missing. Amid his deep thoughts, he petted his horse and scanned around the house for any sign of you getting a task done.
“I suppose you don’t know where she is,” the Prince playfully said to the cat.
Later, a certain beauty walked back to her cottage with a picnic basket of her clothes in one hand and a large bucket of water in the other. You bid good morning to your cat and his horse on your path back inside the house. It was almost as quiet as you left it, but you did hear some movement coming from inside your old room.
He could already tell it was you who came back just by the gentleness of the sound of the footsteps that came inside. The prince already had a book in his hand, trying not to look flush when he saw your head poke into the room.
“Hi,” she said.
“Hello,” he made the effort to remember to smile instead of just staring.
“I’m here to change your bandage.” You came in with a new set of clothes in your hand and the other necessary items to clean up a wound. The various plasters you stuck onto his right temple were already removed the day before, nothing but a faint bruise was left behind. His arm, however, would take a bit longer to heal. As you took off his bandage, you forced your hands to not tremble, repeatedly reminding yourself to only touch where it was necessary despite how tempting the muscles of his arm looked. Once the fabric was completely off, he got to see the injury that was his excuse to extend his vacation. The deep cut started halfway up his forearm and to his upper arm. It was like a dark red serpent permanently etched on his skin. I suppose that does seem pretty bad…
“I think it might scar,” you said as you gently tried to wipe off areas of dried blood.
“I wouldn’t worry,” you heard him say, “… a scar isn’t too hard to get rid of.”
You nodded in hesitation and pretended you could not feel his deep brown eyes staring at you as you worked. “I brought you some water from the stream so you can bathe. You can wear that shirt over there while I clean this one.”
“Thank you, but I’ll heal just the same without you inconveniencing yourself.” His comment was genuine but had a mixture of disappointment.
“Well, it is my responsibility.” You tried not to seem entranced by his starless eyes as you both stopped for a moment to look at each other.
“Why?” he asked. You shrugged your shoulders in response, ignoring the unspoken truth marinating on your tongue. It’s my fault you got hurt.
The afternoon with him in the cottage was slightly more talkative than the days before. He attempted to play with Laura as he pretended to read, skimming the same line over and over and over again. In the moments when he was not too distracted, he watched you complete some more chores around the property with the occasional insistence to help. You begged him to remain rested and even threatened him to sell his horse if he tried to help, but in exchange he let you continue to ask about the capital. His description of the palace brought shame to the books describing the same place. He was surprised at how willing he was to recount the layout of the place he had come to know well. By then, speaking more openly to you was much less difficult than he had expected it to be.
By the time the sunlight took over the country, he was intrigued by how quickly the days were being eaten by the cooperation of the moon and the sun. On his way to return the books that he took, he watched you begin to blow out each candle until the darkness flooded the cottage. Yeosang took the opportunity to retreat into his temporary room, in which Laura was already sleeping at the foot of the bed.
“Yeosang,” you spoke into the darkness. He turned around. You noticed how well his figure fit into the darkness. His ink hair almost blended into the surrounding shadows. “Goodnight.”
“Goodnight,” he smiled.
It was a good night. He allowed his bed to swallow him much easier than the nights before, but you took longer to fall asleep.
The very late afternoon the next day was the perfect time to go searching for food in the forest. It was initially meant to be a solo trip, but the not-so-unfamiliar stranger refused to hear your request to rest his arm, tagged along, and promised to only watch. The walk throughout the woods was filled with the sound of shoes crushing leaves and branches accompanied by a pleasant chat. It was a few minutes into your search that she found what they were looking for.
“They’re beautiful!” You smiled and looked back at the tall man to see if he was just as happy as you were. He returned your smile with his own since he was amused by your child-like giddiness.
Without paying caution, she enthusiastically reached for the berries. He reached for your wrist to stop you from hurting yourself, but it was too late. A particular thorn right above the fruit sliced through your flesh much deeper than it would have if she had noticed it. As the thorn ran through your hand, parting skin from one another like a boulder spilling crashing waves in the ocean, blood began rushing out of her open wound. She knew better than to pull back her hand recklessly, knowing it might make the situation worse. He did it for her instead. He carefully took her hand and tried to cover the wound.
The wound wasn’t terrible or serious in any way, but neither of you acknowledged that as he cradled your hands a mere five minutes later, the two of you sat on the sofa. His hands, though large and masculine, felt surprisingly soft. He wiped the spilt blood clean and carefully placed a plaster over it. Even after successfully treating your small wound, he kept your hand in both of his, looking down at them and absentmindedly brushing his thumb over your knuckles. You didn’t mind one bit. In fact, you’d been yearning to feel his touch more and more as the days passed.
A comfortable silence passed over the two of you, but minutes later a conversation came by naturally. If someone asked you what this conversation was about, you wouldn’t have been able to answer, for you were so comfortable speaking to him that you let down your guard, words flowing freely without a second thought. At some point, the two of you had moved closer. So close that you had lain down while he stayed sat, your legs thrown over his at some point as his hands tapped and caressed your knees.
You talked well into the night. Naturally, you grew tired, your eyelids drooping as you looked up at him, trying your best not to fall asleep. He caught on quickly, a chuckle escaping him as he gave your knee a brief squeeze.
“You’re tired,” he pointed out, “you should sleep.”
In response, you pouted and shook your head. “No, no. I’m fine. Keep talking to me, please.”
His smile softened at your words and did as you asked. The low baritone of his voice did nothing to keep you awake, soothing you further asleep. Minutes later, he thought you’d agree to go to your bed and sleep, but you only whined in your half-asleep state and pulled him down with you, clutching onto his sleeve but still careful not to hurt him.
And so he found himself laying with you on the couch, the two of you squished together on the narrow furniture yet it was still comfortable. You fell asleep much quicker than he did, already prancing around in dreamland by the time he finished manoeuvring the two of you to lay comfortably. Eventually, your gentle breaths against his neck and soft hand on his arm lulled him into a deep sleep.
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A Sign From Eywa.
NETEYAM.s x avatar!fem!reader
summary , your first encounter with a na’vi.
a/n , older Neteyam. Basically Jake and Neytiri all over again, this is the first time humans have come to Pandora. Jake is full na’vi in this.
Italics is speaking na’vi
It was just a few hours ago you were in the safety of the lab, where multiple avatars just like you were waking up. You didn’t plan to be out so long, you were just sent to gather some samples with some scientists before you shortly got separated.
And now here you are.
Silence is even more common now, with the lack of yelps and grunts from his attack, all you could hear was the distant sounds of the forest, and the burning wood of your makeshift torch. You take a step to reach for it, but he gets there first.
The second the flame is in his hand he tosses it into the river stream, being rid of your only source of light.
“Hey, What are you doing?!” You speak the first words, wary to be quiet. He turns to you, looks you up and down before grunting and storming of.
“I…wait!” You whine, taking some quick steps to catch up, now only just behind him.
“Do not follow.” He keeps walking.
“What?” You utter in almost disbelief, “…You saved me back there, thank you.” You refer to the small creatures that almost resembled rabid dogs.
He huffs before halting his walk, you collide into his back but quickly take a step back as he turns around, “Go away. Your fault.”
You stutter on your words for a second, “My fault? They tried to kill me!”
“Your fault!” Emphasising his words as he furrows his eyebrows and looks you in the eyes, they soften for a moment, but too quickly for you to notice.
“…alright, sorry, for whatever I did.”
“They did not need to die. You’re like a baby, making noise, don’t know what to do.” His tone remains stern, you feel like a little kid being scolded.
“We’ll if you liked them so much why’d you save me?” You sas back.
He straightens his posture, processing your words, “why save you?”
“Mhm.”
He’s silent again for a moment, and his face slowly softens when he looks to you again, “you have a strong heart.”
Your stance relaxes, taken back by his sudden kindness, but just as quickly as the compliment came,
“But stupid. Ignorant like a child.” You huff, can’t help but quietly laugh, covering your mouth as to not seem so rude. He rolls his eyes and starts to speed walk away once again.
“Hey wait!…” you jog to catch up as he starts to walk across a trees root that stands high from the ground, you don’t have time to hesitate as you only care for his answer, “if I’m such a child maybe you should teach me.”
“No, sky people cannot learn, they cannot see.”
“Then teach me to see!”
“Impossible.” He doesn’t stop his stride.
You stop for a second as you nearly take a wrong step, but immediately get back on your feet to follow him. “Hey, where’d you learn English? A school?” Your the closest you’ve been to him as you nearly fall backwards off the side of the roots.
His hand grasps bicep and makes you steady, “you’re like a baby.” He curses under his breath, finally standing still.
His eye are only held on yours for a moment before a glow above takes his attention, you follow his gaze.
Small white wisps lower themselves towards you, hovering over your shoulders and head, you flinch at the unknown creature, but the male steadies you again, “stop!… Atokirina’…”
His hand relaxes on your arm, “Atokirina’…” you visibly calm down at his infatuation with the floating creatures, as more come and hover over your arms.
Your breath shudders, quickly glancing at him then back at the wisps, “what are they..?”
“Seeds of the sacred tree, very pure spirits.” He takes his time with the answer, clearly admiring the creatures as they slowly part from you.
When they all depart into the darkness of the forest, you turn back to the male, “what was that about?”
His eyes dart to yours as you break him out of his trance, “follow.” then rushing to grab your forearm to pull you with him, “come!” He ushers.
You follow him for what is really only a few minutes, “where are we going?” You shout, he’s much faster than you.
He doesn’t stop to answer, not turning to face you, just continuing to run to the unknown destination. “What’s your name?” Another question as to get an idea of who exactly you’re travelling with, he still doesn’t answer.
Just as your look up from your feet and up to him to continue following, a bundle of rope with rocks gets thrown harshly to your ankles, tripping you and ultimately making you fall off of the platform to land on the ground.
“Shit!” You hiss in pain at the fall, You don’t see it, but the male who had been guiding you turns to see your state and hisses in realisation, turning around to come get you.
When you untangle the ropes around your feet, you look up to see a group of… horses, or creatures that somewhat resemble a horse, they are all mounted with Na’vi.
You quickly stand up, turning to escape through the glowing bushes when another Na’vi emerges from it, armed with a bow. Even more make their presence known as they all come out from hiding and aim at you.
They all form into a circle around you, and at this point you can’t do anything but surrender, putting your hands up to show it.
The male Na’vi you acquainted with jumps down from the high branches, grunting at the landing, then looking towards his people. “Mawey na’vi, mawey!” He shouts in sternly, and the people don’t pay too much mind to him.
Until a female gets off the horse creature, her posture confident and face stern, “what are you doing, Tso’ha.” The male grunts.
“Demons are not aloud here. You know that.” The female states. You note her importance to the people around her as they look to be following her every command.
“There has been a sign.” He sates back. “This matter is for the Tsahik to deal with.”
The woman stays silent and looks to be processing the information, even if you don’t know what they’re saying, you feel like she isn’t going to be so violent now, and you note yourself to thank the male when you get the chance. “Bring her.” She says to the na’vi. And suddenly your arms are being grabbed by the many people, forced to move forward.
You quickly look towards the only male that you had known, he doesn’t spare you a glance that you can see, he rushes in front of the people that manhandle you as the horses gallop to lead the way.
It’s not long before your arms feel numb against the harshness of the grip the na’vi have on you. You groan at the lack of hospitality. But thankfully it looks like you’re close to the end of your long journey as the na’vi lead you under the large form of a tree, this looks like the entrance.
Once you look up, you see a crowd of na’vi, they look towards you in curiosity and you finally feel the sets of hands on you release. You rub your biceps and hiss at the pain.
You still feel your long briad being held behind you, also sensing a knife close to your neck, it’s probably best to stay calm.
The crowd of people makes a clearing around you and the male in front of you. For some reason your glad you have someone you recognise, even if you don’t truly know who he is, he still brings some comfort.
“Sir.” He says, with a tone that you recognise to be calm. He brings his hand up to his forehead and then down.
Another, older male comes closer towards you. Circling you for a moment, you bow your head slightly in respect. This male must be a higher up, you assume when you scan his attire.
He backs away from you, walking up to the na’vi that had brought you here in the first place. “What is this, Neteyam?”
The male only a few feet away from you exhales, looking towards the ground, “I was going to kill her, but there was a sign.”
“I have said that demons are not aloud here.”
He signs once again, slowly turning his face to see you. “My father is deciding weather to kill you.”
“Oh, great.” You whisper to yourself sarcastically. You look around you to distract yourself, but a strong voice pulls you out of the trance.
“Step away, I will look at this alien.” A woman yells from above, walking down towards her people. Based on her clothing you assume she is also in higher power. You also can’t help but notice how pretty she is, is she and the other higher up male together? They seem like they’d be a perfect couple.
When she finally reaches you, she circles around you just as the man did, grasping your long braid for a brief moment which makes you shudder, as well as twirling your tail. The she stands in front of you. “What are you called?”
She makes you feel nervous, somehow, being in her presence makes you feel intimidated. “Y/n.”
She takes in your appearance, seemingly looking over your clothing in disapproval. “Why have you come here.” She demands
“To learn…”
“We have tried teaching sky people before, it is hard to fill a cup that is already full.”
“Oh trust me, my cup is empty.
“What are you.”
You hesitate, trying to come up with the best answer, “I was in the navy… a warrior, of the… beetle clan.” They don’t exactly pick up on your small lie.
“A warrior? I could kill her easy!” You recognise the female from before, you don’t know what she said but you have a feeling it’s a retaliation against your words, how did she understand that? You hear a few yelps of agreement form other na’vi, but it’s shut down by the higher up female.
“No. This is the first sky warrior we have seen… we must learn from it.” She sighs, turning to face her son.
“You will teach her. To talk and walk as we do.”
“Why me? That is not fair—”
“Is has been decided.”
The male turns to look at the ground and hisses, his mother isn’t phased.
The woman turns to you again, “Impress me. Or you will be leaving just like the other demons.”
You sigh in relief and bow your head to thank the woman.
It wasn’t long before you were roped straight into the introduction of the na’vi ways, that started with clothing.
You tug and the small bottom of your clothing and are wary with the placement of your top. You’ve never worn something so revealing, but you suppose this would be nothing out of the ordinary for na’vi.
You are guided by the only familiar face into a crowd of sitting na’vi, you try your best to make way through without trodding on any tails.
Finally you sit down, thankfully next to the male you had began to know, he begins eating. “Y’know, I never got your name.” You prompt conversation.
He slows his chewing before swallowing, then glancing to you, “Neteyam.”
“Nateyem…” you repeat to feel familiar with the foreign sounds.
He cringes at your pronunciation. “Neteyam.” He says, emphasising each syllable.
“Neteyam… it’s nice to meet you, Neteyam.” You smile. To be completely honest, you are beyond thankful for his welcome, even if he was a bit harsh, your glad you didn’t die within the first day of being in your avatar.
He furrows the space where his eyebrows would be, and gives a smirk, before returning to his food.
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no strings attached...right?
pairing: amber freeman x reader
summary: in which something arises that halts your friends with benefits situation with amber
warnings: very loosely implied sexual content
word count: 1140+
author's note: this was a request by an anon! hope they, and you guys, enjoy!
college au!
“So, I’ll see you tomorrow night?” Amber asked as she slipped her sweatshirt over her head, words coming out muffled as her mouth was covered by the material. Once she was dressed, she twisted to look at you, an eyebrow raised in question.
“Uh, sure,” you said, voice soft.
She furrowed her eyebrows, frowning. “Is something wrong?”
You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth and glanced away, cowering a bit beneath the raven-haired girl’s intense stare. “I just…think that maybe we should…take a break?” you said hesitantly, meeting her eyes again.
“What? Why?”
“I don’t really know if this”--you gestured between the two of you--“is working.”
Amber squinted her eyes, confused. “I think it’s been just fine the past three months,” she said sharply. “Why do you wanna ruin a good thing?”
“I--I don’t want to ruin it, but…well…” You hesitated, counted to three in your head, and then blurted everything out all at once. “We said no strings attached when we started this, which was perfectly fine at the time, but after spending so much time with you, I’ve started to develop feelings,” you admitted, a blush beginning at your collarbones and rising to tint your cheeks pink.
“Oh.” She cleared her throat, and you watched her gaze harden. “You’re right. We should take a break, then. Or, actually, just stop altogether.” She nodded once, though you weren’t sure if it was to you or herself, and then stood from your bed, quickly gathering her things from where she had left them when she arrived.
“We could still hang out?” you suggested meekly, but Amber shook her head.
“Probably best if we don’t,” she said. “I’ll…see you around, maybe.”
The door slammed shut behind her, and you were left nude in bed, your sheet covering your body. Tears threatened to escape your eyes and you fell back, throwing an arm over your face to stop them. You muttered, “Fuck,” when you realized you had just lost Amber, and most likely for good.
* * *
A week passed, and you didn’t see Amber once. Granted, you were doing everything in your power to avoid her: you took the longest route on your way to classes; you avoided the cafe by your apartment because you knew she frequented it; you turned in the opposite direction whenever you saw anyone with dark, dark hair and pale skin. Though you missed her more than you had ever missed anyone before, a sharp and distinct pain ran through your bones whenever you thought about her and the way things had ended, and you knew that seeing her would more than likely end with you in tears…again.
Besides, it wasn’t like she was making any effort to see you, anyway. There had been no texts from her--a fact that you were horribly aware of, as you went onto your message thread with her every night, searching for what, you weren’t sure--or calls, or anything. Everything was silent on her end, and so you made sure it was quiet on yours.
Or, at least, everything was silent on her end, until you found yourself in front of your television again with a pint of ice cream in one hand and a spoon in the other, watching a shitty Netflix rom-com, when a heavy knocking began on the door of your apartment.
You paused the movie, called out a wary, “Who is it?”, and jumped where you sat when Amber’s voice came through the wood: “It’s me.”
You hurriedly placed both spoon and ice cream on the coffee table and stood from the couch, the blanket that had been wrapped around you falling to the ground, and then, in your haste, you proceeded to trip over said blanket. You cursed as your foot got stuck in it and sprang forward when you finally wormed your way out, nearly face-planting into the door.
Once you were steady, you inhaled deeply, trying to mentally prepare yourself to see Amber again. You clenched your eyes shut, counted to three in your head, and then whipped the door open before you got the chance to back down.
There she stood, in all her glory--the raven-haired girl that had infiltrated your mind. She looked at you with a small smile, but her eyes and body language were radiating nervousness, and you furrowed your eyebrows. Amber always radiated confidence; it was one of the first things that had drawn you to her.
“Could I…come in?” she asked carefully, like she was afraid that if she were too sharp or sudden with her words you would slam the door in her face.
“Okay,” you said, opening the door wider so that she could slip inside. You shut the door behind her once she was inside and then turned around, swallowing heavily and shoving your hands into your sweatpant pockets. “What’s up?”
Her eyes flitted around the room quickly before they settled on you, and she bit at the inside of her cheek. “I’ve been doing some thinking,” she said, “and…I miss you.”
Your eyes widened in surprise. “Oh.”
Amber sighed. “Well, I guess I more than miss you.”
“What does that mean?” you asked.
“It means”--she exhaled harshly, cheeks puffing up as she did--“that I--I realized, in our time apart, that I’ve…developed feelings for you, too,” she rushed out.
You could feel your heart stop for a moment, and you simply stared at her. Silence enveloped the room for a moment as a thousand different feelings surged through you all at once, your chest warming up at the confession and your fingertips going numb, and then, oh-so elegantly, you said, “What.”
“Don’t make me repeat it,” she said, and it was like that nervous stranger that had first walked through your front door had disappeared and normal-Amber was back. “I know you heard me.”
“So, you want--”
“A relationship,” Amber finished, and then added quickly, “that is, if I haven’t pushed you away entirely.” Her eyes shone with something new that you had never seen before: vulnerability.
You smiled, softly at first and then widely, unable to hold back the excitement that was welling up in your stomach. “Okay,” you agreed, nodding. “A relationship is perfectly fine with me.”
And then you were stumbling backward into the wall, Amber pushed against you with her arms thrown around your waist and her head resting on your chest, and you were encompassed by the scent of her perfume and shampoo. You wrapped your own arms around her shoulders gently, pulling her further into you and sighing in contentment.
It was quiet, peaceful, and then you heard--or rather felt--her say into your chest, “Tell anyone I was this excited about getting together and I’ll break up with you.”
You giggled softly into her hair before pressing a kiss to her head. “Ever the bad-ass, hmm?”
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Not well written, but the idea was too interesting to just not write it down. I will prolly write a fic on ao3 with better writing, this is just to put the idea out there so I dont forget about it. Just an enemies to lovers Azriel x oc or azriel x reader idea I had, with a lot of random background Idea I had on the character. Its angsty, and not the best meet cute but you know, I got the idea from a dream after I fell asleep listening to look what you made me, I did something bad, you should see me in a crown and therefore I am on loop. Good dream tbh. Anyway enjoy!
"What do you want from me, Shadowsinger?" She spat out, her hatred for his kind evident in her tone.
He tilts his head to the side again, his hazel eyes sparkling in the moonlight. He walked closer to her, his footsteps silent. "Nothing much, just curious as to why a young woman with no records of her existence is going out raiding, massacring and making so much chaos at illyrian camps?"
"They deserved it." She said quietly, but firmly. "If you're here for the women and their kids that are missing, they don't want to be found. They are safe, fed, comfortable and for the first time in their miserable lives, happy." She held her head high at the words.
"That did not answer my question. Why is a young girl such as yourself, carrying out such planned raids and missions? It can't possibly be to no end? What is your purpose?" He paused, giving her a moment to answer, but continued when she didn't. "You have caused quite the ruckus, you know? Become quite a threat." He said again, face still unreadable as he maintains the distance, knowing she could winnow away at any moment, in the cold and chilly mountains. It took months for him to track her once, he could not afford to lose her now.
"I will ask you again, Shadowsinger, what do you want?" She snarled.
"I am just trying to understand why you think a young girl like you is fit to be the judge, jury, and executioner. Justice is not something just anyone has the right to bestow." His words were veiled in amusement, as if all of her carefully plotted plans and raids were temper tantrums of a child, and not a movement in and of itself.
Her eyes glowed as her anger takes over and her magic her magic seeps out from her, uncontrolled and wild. The sheer strength of it had his amusement dying down into a look of wariness. "Do you want to know, Shadowsinger? You find it so amusing, don't you?"
He stares at her for a minute, a dark chuckle escaping his lips as he realized her weakness.
Her wrath.
"It seems I struck a cord. I do not find it amusing, but rather pitiful, you are so young, with so much anger inside you. What a waste."
She stepped closer, her magic thrumming in the ground, yet her words were quiet, filled with a kind of contempt that could only come from years of experience of things better left unheard, and unseen. "They took me from my mother by force, chopped off my wings, used me for their pleasure and left me there to die. An illyrian camp. And no one. Did. A thing." Her eyes were glaring right into Azriel's, her eyes full of all consuming wrath, as her words reminded him of another female he knew.
She laughed, but no humor was present in her voice as she continued. "No one even knew. You and your high lord lived blissfully unaware while my existence crumbled." She hissed at him, stopping just a few steps away.
"I was broken, thought I would never find myself again as I struggled in a lonely cabin I found abandoned in the woods. Felt as if everyday, I was still there, half-dead on the side of the road. Of course I knew living in the cabin was mercy compared to how they treated the women in those camps, like slaves. And thats when a girl came knocking at my door, an escapee from a camp. We decided soon after to create a safe space, for people like us. And the rest is history." She continued, eyes becoming damp at the memory, before shaking her head and smiling slightly, so sweetly. Azriel almost forgot that she had slaughtered a few dozen men a few hours ago.
He tried to reach out silently to catch her as she finally got to a distance where he knew he could grab her, so he could get more information out of her, about things she were clearly omitting, only to realise, that he couldn't move.
He looked up at her in horror as she continued smiling, almost as if it took her no effort restraining one of the strongest illyrians in history.
It didn't, Azriel realised.
"And so we trained. And I took so much pleasure in breaking the bones of men in illyrian camps as we raided them. Saved the women that wanted to leave, took them with us, back to our hideout, expanded it until it became a thriving community. We raided camps and bring people back, who can pick whatever they excel in and work in tandem. It is what I deserved when I had nothing. What they deserve." She smiled, pride shining in her eyes as she now dropped down to sit on a log in front of him, more interested in a white wildflower glowing in the moonlight instead of him.
"Say, Azriel, You're half illyrian, are you not?" She asked, her voice higher, lighter, mocking. "You trained in one of their camps, with your oh so righteous brothers, did you not?"
She did not wait for him to reply, knowing he couldn't. She made sure of it from her magic, taking away his ability to speak.
"You know it as well. Your brothers do too." Her voice was bitter as she plucked the flower. "And yet you choose to hide away in your pretty little city of starlight, ignoring the pain these women go through every day." She finally looked up at him, eyes shining with contempt. "You're just as bad as them." She hissed. "Why shouldn't I shred your wings like your people did to me? Speak, Shadowsinger, speak."
It took a moment for him to realise he could speak again.
Azriel was frustrated, he understood where she was coming from but he could feel his defensive nature for his family coming up. "Rhysand tries. He tries his best to do things for the girls there. There's new laws, there's change. It's happening but these things take time. We are nothing like them."
"You're illyrian, they're illyrian. You saw the suffering of the women there and chose to do nothing about it. You high lord may have put new rules in place, banning clipping of wings, and starting the training of girls. But you and I both know it still happens. All of you do." She shrugged, back to examining the flower. Her face was young still, and her body lithe, Azriel's heart felt a little heavy at the thought of her past, but the anger he felt at being this defenseless in front of a young fae overpowered that.
A dark growl escaped his lips as his jaw tensed, his voice was raspy when he finally continued. "We are trying our best to keep track of it, to eradicate such malpractices comple-"
He was cut off yet again, but this time her voice was louder.
"Well trying is not good enough!" She snapped. "You don't even know it when it happens. You're too busy going on fancy dinners with your inner circle. If you are so good at protecting illyrian women, where are my wings, Azriel?" She hissed as she looked into his eyes as if she was looking into his soul.
He froze at her question, his hazel eyes widening slightly. His jaw was still tense, and he tried to move his body again, failing to do so. He didn't say anything, choosing to remain silent. There was a hint of shame in his eyes as he looked away.
She scoffed as she looked away again as she dropped the flower and stood up again, dusting off her hands against each other.
"Thought so. Anyway," She cleared her throat, putting on a sickly sweet smile. "I am bored and tired of playing with you now. Scurry off, like the dog that you are and tell your high lord I said Hi. I am sure a very interesting gossip session awaits the inner circle tonight." She finished, the end of her sentence blended with yawn that had her stretching her taut muscles as she freed him from her magic and disappeared before he could even get used to the control he now had over his body again.
#azriel x reader#azriel x oc#azriel x you#azriel#azriel shadowsinger#azriel spymaster#acotar#acotar fanfiction#a court of thorns and roses#a court of mist and fury#a court of silver flames#a court of wings and ruin#fanfic#fanfiction#acotar x reader#acotar x you#acotar x oc#acotar x y/n#azriel x y/n#wingspan#x reader#fantasy#acomaf
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ok i see everyone's "ballister and ambrosius as nimona's parents" stuff but i'm going to raise you this
Ballister and Dr. Blitzmeyer as nimona's parents
I know there's the Gay Dad au sanctifying ambrosis as nimona's dad but he seems to get frustrated with Nimona more frequently than Ballister and I kinda got the sense that adopting her was mostly Bal's choice. Don't get me wrong, ambrosius has moments where he enjoys himself and he loves her, but I don't think he's thrilled abt the idea of her being here forever. He gives "good at babysitting but needs to give the child back at a certain point" vibes and obviously he can't do that when it's his kid
However in the Everything Is Fine au (the one where they all live in the cabin in the woods) Blitzmeyer is Nimona's guardian and they move from the city to the woods together, eventually moving in w Bal and Ambrosius.
Besides this au I don't think Blitzmeyer and Nimona ever interact, but I thought it was very interesting how the one time they do, she's also Nimona's guardian (I believe that's the word ND Stevenson uses, not "parent.") Already in this one picture, they look happier than Ambrosius did lol
I'm sure movie ambrosius would be much more willing to try and get to know nimona but what if the sticking point is with her this time? She can't get over what he did to both her and Bal, he reminds her too much of Gloreth, she's still wary of anyone that was that ingrained in the institute, and a million other things. She knows he's really trying and feels bad about everything but bc of all she's been through, she's not quick to trust people who betrayed her. Especially if she's only had bad interactions with them until this point. She avoids/shuts down his attempts to connect with her and is generally closed off and angry when he's there. It's like a kid hating their new stepparent lol Both Bal and Ambrosius know it's nothing personal, just the defense mechanism that's kept her safe from people like ambrosius for so long, but it still hurts. Eventually, he gives up trying to reach out to her and figures maybe she'll come to him or maybe they just won't be as close as he hoped.
Now, Bal's weird science friend is someone more Nimona's speed lol Blitzmeyer has somehow remained almost completely immune to institute propaganda, doesn't really care abt breaking things (the law included) if it can further her work in some way, and is just kooky enough to appeal to Nimona. She lets nimona help in the lab and doesn't mind the million questions she asks because that's just another opportunity to talk abt her work. They go on some adventures getting stuff for Blitzmeyer's experiments and really bond. Eventually they become pretty close and Nimona frequently goes out of her way to see Blitzmeyer.
One night late in the lab, Bal mentions that Nimona really likes her and Dr Blitzmeyer is like "really? no, not that much." And Bal's like "no, really that much. About as much as she likes me actually." And then with creeping awareness they both slowly look at each other with the realization that they're co-parenting now and actually have been for a while. After the initial freak out, they keep going almost like normal but throw in an outing every other month or so. They'll take Nimona for ice cream or some other casual thing and she's none the wiser that they've figured her out. One night as they were coming home from a movie or smth Nimona says, "I'm so glad we did this, I love spending time with my two favorite people." Nimona keeps walking but they have to stop to silently freak out to each other a bit lol
The only problem is that they frequently get mistaken for a nuclear family on these outings. And it doesn't help that Bal and Blitzmeyer often refer to each other as "my partner." (They open a lab together at the end of the comic and I think they would as well after the movie, so they are literally business partners and lab partners. But I like to hc them in a queer platonic relationship as well, so the word "partner" has a double meaning here. Ambrosius is Bal's romantic partner and Blitzmeyer is his platonic partner. They all talked abt it, it's all good.) Every time this happens though, Bal has to explain that they're just friends and he actually has a husband back at home. Some people go "ok, 'just friends,' sure. wink wink nudge nudge ;)" or "ok... does your husband know...? That you... and her...? ok, ok." It makes Bal angry when this happens but neither him or Blitzmeyer cares enough to actually do anything about it. Nimona just laughs at the stranger's confusion at their unconventional family.
Anyway, they're just two friends who somehow found themselves raising a 1000 year old shapeshifter together lol Ambrosius is disappointed Nimona didn't like him as much as he hoped but now he can just stay home and vibe lol
#it's like a Laszlo Guillermo and Nadja situation when it came to raising baby colin. nadja wasn't involved at all and colin was their kid#nimona#nimona headcanon#ballister boldheart#ambrosius goldenloin#meredith blitzmeyer#dr blitzmeyer#nimona comic
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Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Male!Reader [Angst&Fluff]
Warning; typical cod violence, mentions of death, reader speaks Spanish, my cod theory for og mw2, code name is night because I'm too dumb to think of something better, reader is kind of a medic for tf-141, medical inaccuracies, kinda messy narrative/plot.
Masterlist.
Hopefully, this is good enough 😬
Ever since (M/n) joined the Task Force 141 team and met the masked man named Ghost, this recurrent nightmare has plagued his dreams, leaving him shaking, crying, and restless for the rest of the night until he felt reassured that no one was hurt.
For months, the same nightmare repeated itself.
They arrive at the site, get ambushed by the enemy, secure the data from the safe house, and get betrayed by Shepherd when the extraction team arrives.
At first, (M/n) would also be killed, along with Roach and Ghost, the bullet wound feeling like a grace when their bodies were set on fire, leaving them there while he hears Price's voice through the communication device in his ear.
But with time, as the same pattern kept repeating itself, corrupting (M/n)'s sleep, he began being able to take control of his actions and rewrite history.
For days- weeks, (M/n) failed to save them both at the same time, and inevitably, he would also end up dying due to the enemy fire, but not this time. He refused to fail again. He was tired of being unable to sleep- of being afraid because of a nightmare.
Waking up from it was painful, and because of it, (M/n) started growing attached to Ghost, always following him around and making sure he was out of lethal danger when out on missions.
Of course, Ghost found that annoying at first, constantly looking like a lost puppy while trailing behind him, but whenever he was having a hard time, be it during a mission or at the base, he knew (M/n) would always be with him, silently taking care of him. He grew used to it even though he knew he shouldn't blindly trust someone so easily.
That night, after getting the intel from El Sin Nombre about the missile, they regrouped and slept for a few hours before starting the mission. Through the whole time Graves was in their team back at Las Almas, he was wary, knowing Shadow Company was under Shepherd's command.
It was dumb really, not trusting his teammates because of something that didn't even happen in the first place. But something about that nightmare told (M/n) to believe it. How? It may have been some parallel universe, his past self telling him to save himself, save Roach... To save Simon Riley from Shepherd's betrayal.
And with that, (M/n) has never trusted Shepherd again, and he didn't trust Shadow Company as they were an added asset to their small team.
And right as he fell asleep, it happened.
Stumbling his way on the grass while holding tightly onto the lone of one of the enemy trucks, watching with blurry eyes how the executions occurred again, hearing Price's voice, telling them to not trust Shepher, hearing the desperation in his voice made tears fill (M/n)'s eyes, but he quickly blinked them away.
(M/n) watched with hatred how Graves poured gasoline on them and as if in slow motion, he saw Shepherd throw his cigar on their weak, wounded bodies. He crawled as fast yet quietly as he could, watching them retreat to their helicopter, and soon as they were out of range, (M/n) ran to them and placed the lone on them, mitigating the flames to prevent lethal burns.
He took off his tactical gear, rid with bullets, and dropped it on top of them, keeping the lone in place with the heavy bulletproof vest, and he grabbed their vests, dragging them to the woods, hiding in the tall grass, being covered by the trees.
Keeping himself low and steady, (M/n) saw and heard enemies approaching before leaving, reaching for his radio, (M/n) tried to put pressure on Ghost's wound, "Captain," he said quietly, helping Roach stay awake, his hand pressing under his vest where the bullet was. He was trying so hard to keep them alive.
"Sergeant! Are you okay?" (M/n) took a deep breath and tried to fight back the tears, he still didn't know if Ghost will make it out of this one alive.
Swallowing the knot in his throat, (M/n) responded back. "I'm okay, but Roach and Ghost need medical attention immediately," with those words, Price called for an extraction helicopter with medics to (M/n)'s position, reassuring the Sergeant that help was on the way.
Roach had managed to stay unconscious and was keeping as much pressure on the wound as he could, resting against the nearest tree and signaling (M/n) to help their Lieutenant instead.
He focused on trying to wake up Ghost, occasionally glancing at Roach to make sure he wouldn't pass out. Hurriedly, he took off Ghost's sunglasses and balaclava, leaning close to his face, hearing and feeling his slow, short breathing, and something in (M/n) seems to have found peace, such a great peace that made him cry.
"Simon... wake up, please, for the love of God, wake up," he mumbled to himself, trying to shake him away, gently tapping his face while leaving his blood-covered hand on his bleeding wound, and somehow, by some kind of miracle, he opened his eyes.
"(M/n)...?" He smiled at Ghost and gently stroked his face, "W-what-? Sh-Shepherd-!"
"Is okay, is okay, he's gone," he softly said, preventing him from sitting up, "Try to stay with me, Simon, c'mon," after that, the incoming pilot needed to know the exact location, so groaning, (M/n) took a smoke flare for his vest and threw it far enough for the pilot to spot, and soon, help arrived.
Two medics rushed out and scouted the area until they spotted the three men hiding in the shadows of the trees. They ran toward them and helped Roach up, taking him to the helicopter while another group of two came out with a stretcher, soon carrying Ghost to the helicopter, and (M/n) followed close behind them, his vest in his hand as they take off.
(M/n) watches how the medics stabilize and clean Roach and Ghost's wounds. Now, he finally relaxes, knowing he changed history...
Even if it only was the history of a dumb, meaningless nightmare that put him through so much pain and guilt.
No one commented on how tired yet relieved (M/n) looked when he woke up, they just got ready to carry on with the mission and stop the missile.
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Well, (M/n) kinda wished he wasn't right.
He got off of the back of the jeep as they arrived at Alejandro's base, and he immediately knew something was off.
"I'm calling Shepherd," Soap said turning around and heading back to the jeep, but Graves' words stopped him.
"General Shepherd sends his regards, he told me y'all wouldn't take this well," keeping an eye out for any Shadow soldiers, (M/n) reached his hand to grab his SMG that he left on one of the empty seats, and pretty soon, things got nasty.
With gritted teeth, (M/n) shot a few Shadows coming his way while running to cover. He kept an eye on Ghost and Soap as much as he could, earning him a shot on his left thigh, making him wince and grip tightly on his gun. The bastard that shot him got close to him, trying to finish him, but (M/n) was quick to grip his knife, knocking the weapon off his hands and piercing the skin of his throat with the sharp blade.
He used the man's dead body as a shield and with scary accuracy, he threw the knife at the man that had knocked Alejandro unconscious.
But even if he wanted to help the rest of the team, the enemies were closing in on them, quickly outnumbering them, and they were only left to retreat and regroup somewhere safe.
Ghost, Soap, and he got separated, and left to deal with Shadows by themselves, but it was okay, they were more than capable of that.
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Finding a place to rest for a moment, (M/n) took the empty utility belt from his right thigh and used it to put pressure above the gushing bullet wound on his left thigh, ripping the long sleeve of his shirt and using it to stop the bleeding, holding in a hiss at the pain that had begun to numb his leg.
His hearing picked up the sound of static and he realized it came from his radio, and when he looked at it, he realized it was pretty much busted, but somehow was still alive, letting him hear Soap's voice followed by Ghost's, well, at least he knew they were alive.
Groaning, (M/n) stood up from the wet ground and gripped onto his gun tightly, reaching for the suppressor in the pocket of his vest, attaching it to his SMG, and feeling around the pockets, realizing he only had a spare magazine, so he had to make his shots count.
"-A church... RV there-" Ghost's voice was cut off, but at least, (M/n) now knew where to head.
Well, kind of.
He sneaked around as quickly and swiftly as he could, taking out Shadows easier thanks to the suppressor on his gun, sneaking in a few knives kills and staying in the shadows, letting them pass when they were too many or were distracted shooting civilians.
Every now and then, the static of his radio would get his attention, relaxing him as he knew his two closest friends were still kicking ass. And he heard the smallest bit of a conversation that got his attention.
"Show-... face?" Ghost said, followed by Soap.
"Are-... ugly?" Well, he didn't have to be a genius to know what Soap had asked their Lieutenant.
"Quite- opposite," was all Ghost responded.
And that brought back the memory of seeing his face in his dream, but there was no way, that was just his imagination giving someone he cared for so dearly a face. He has never seen Ghost's face. Not that he cared either way.
But soon after, Shadows started running in the same direction, pulling away injured soldiers, and well, (M/n) put them out of their misery, but he also headed toward the same direction, because the only reason they would attack so aggressively would be because they found Ghost and Soap.
And hearing Shadows yelling 'it's them!' was a dead giveaway.
Limping, (M/n) moved through the houses, finding the quickest, safest way to both of them, seeing as he couldn't exactly run for long, and eventually, he found both of them right as Ghost climbed over the fence of the church.
They saw him before he got a chance to call for them.
"(M/n)!" Soap called him and stood by his side, helping him steady himself.
"I'm okay, Soap..." Ghost looked at them, but they heard Shadows approaching, so they really couldn't stay still for long.
"We need a vehicle, on me!" Running ahead, (M/n) reassured Soap that he could move by himself, and with no need to be quiet anymore, (M/n) grabbed an enemy's weapon and fired back, following both males close behind, "Pick up truck, ahead!"
"I see it!" Soap and he yelled, and while Ghost got on the driver seat and Soap took shotgun, (M/n) got on the back of the truck, keeping every Shadow soldier that got close to them at bay.
Of course, that didn't prevent Ghost from running them over, and that kinda made (M/n) chuckle.
"Get back!" (M/n) heard Soap yell, looking to his right where he saw an enemy falling to the ground, a few more behind him, and (M/n) shot them down since they were shooting at them, and soon Ghost drove off.
The whole ride was quiet, and (M/n) loosened the belt over his wound a little, feeling the lack of circulation affecting his leg, and he still had to take the bullet out, clean, and disinfect it... hopefully whenever they're going will have what he needs for it.
Thanks to the busted glass of the truck, (M/n) heard Ghost and Soap talking about Graves' betrayal, and how Shepherd was in on it right before the truck stopped, the light of dawn slowly illuminating their surroundings.
They got off the truck, and (M/n) winced when he put more weight than intended on his legs, walking past them as they grabbed their weapons and closed the truck doors.
"You can't be betrayed if you never trusted them," he said while walking ahead, soon stopping in front of the structure. (M/n) heard Ghost telling them that this was Alejandro's safehouse, and (M/n) looked at the ground, noticing the pressure plates by the entrance.
Spotting the window as a viable entrance, they made their way inside.
(M/n) stayed outside, keeping guard while waiting for Ghost, just in case.
"Don't move!" The Lieutenant's voice caught his attention, glancing up at him and soon hearing Rodolfo's voice.
(M/n) quickly climbed in with Ghost's help, carefully landing on his right foot.
"Night, que bueno verte," he nodded.
"Lo mismo digo, Rudy."
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After coming up with a plan to save Alejandro, everyone was getting stuff ready, and while that happened, (M/n) had found medical supplies and was tending to his wound.
He ripped his pant open just enough to have a better view of what he was working with. He got the bullet out and stitched the wound after cleaning and disinfecting it. He has never clenched his jaw as hard as he did just then, but the skin around the hole in his legs was pretty much numb, so sewing it was easier than expected.
While he was wrapping a clean bandage around it, Ghost came by, observing how he took care of his wound.
"Did you know? About Graves," (M/n) wasn't startled because he heard him walk up to him, so he just looked up at him, trying to maintain a stoic expression.
He couldn't tell Ghost he didn't trust Graves and Shepherd just because of a nightmare of him being shot by Shepherd, he would seem crazy and he needed to have a cool, leveled head at all times in the military, so he just shrugged at Ghost's question.
"No, but it felt... off, no puedo explicarlo, Ghost," he simply looked at (M/n) and nodded.
"Alright, I trust you, Sergeant."
He couldn't help the smile on his face at his superior's words, "Thank you, Lieutenant."
Ghost helped him stand up and (M/n) took the necessary stuff to help patch up Soap's wound, despite having the Scotsman refuse over and over again, saying he was fine.
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"I'm out. Watch for me," Ghost left the security room while Soap kept an eye on the CCTV feed, and (M/n) kept an eye out near the door, occasionally hearing Ghost's voice through the communicator followed by Soap's instructions.
A short while after, Rodolfo found Alejandro in solitary, and they followed Ghost's orders of meeting outside the cellblock.
On the way to Alejandro's cell, they were swarmed with Shadows trying to stop them, but to no avail, and they soon got to Alejandro, who almost broke Soap's face if it wasn't for Rudy stopping him.
The way back out wasn't easy either, with gunfire back and forth, they struggled against so many Shadow soldiers, but the sound of a helicopter got everyone's attention.
However, the enemy helicopter was soon shot down by an RPG, followed by Ghost saying Price was there.
They all ran to the wall where Price and Gaz were covering them from the enemy fire. They stood guard and downed Shadows, exploding their vehicles while the ropes were placed on the other side of the wall, and right after hearing Price's order, all of them got down.
In the sheep, Price told everyone what happened with Shepherd, Shadow Company, and the missiles, it was quick and direct, and without realizing it, (M/n)'s fatigue caught up to him, and he fell asleep on the sheep on the ride back to base.
That time, the nightmare was gone, but now, he was with Ghost in the base's infirmary instead of on the battlefield. He was watching over the unconscious male, his wound slowly but surely, healing. (M/n) saw Ghost waking up, and before he could realize what his body was doing, he leaned down to place a soft kiss on his lips, observing his eyes flutter open.
"You just kissed an unconscious person, Sergeant," (M/n) chuckled at his playful words, and he gently pushed his hair away from his face.
"I'm just happy you're alive, Simon."
Damn, he has never woken up as flustered as he was just now, right when the sheep stopped too, realizing he had fallen asleep on none other than Simon himself.
The masked male had been watching over (M/n), gently drying the tears that fell down his face, something (M/n) hadn't realized until Ghost pointed it out.
"The same nightmare?" He said in a soft voice, kinda weird coming from him, but his words made (M/n) remember the first few times he had to deal with that nightmare.
He would always wake up crying and he had to take a breather, walking out of his quarters to take some fresh air, and Ghost found him one time, asking him what was bothering him.
"A nightmare," was all he said, and Ghost hummed, standing next to him under the soft yellow glow of the lamp, feeling the cool breeze touching their exposed skin.
They stayed quiet for a few seconds, until Ghost broke it, "You wanna talk about it?" He asked gently, having a lot of experience when it came to having nightmares. Sometimes, forgetting them was easier than talking about them, but there was the rare occasion when talking about it was better than ignoring those ever happened.
(M/n) looked at him, chuckling when he saw him wearing a plain balaclava.
"No, I'm good, sir," after that, both of them said a quiet good night and went back to their respective rooms.
This kept happening a few more times, especially when he would wake up crying and covered in sweat. He would leave his room and quietly cry while the chill air messed with his clothes and hair, drying the tears that had fallen down his face. Ghost noticed how often this nightmare would make (M/n) up, and the Sergeant only said it was always the same one. The exact same one. So he didn't ask more, he just... stood there until they would leave back to bed.
(M/n) never told him mainly because he was embarrassed, and he thought it was just a bad dream, nothing else. And that brings him back to reality
"Not exactly, it was... a nice dream," he muttered while drying his tears himself, "I'm happy to have you as my Lieutenant, sir."
Ghost looked at him, seeing (M/n)'s eyes shining with something that made his heart race.
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This wasn't the first time...
It really wasn't.
(M/n) couldn't help but stare at Ghost with wide eyes when he saw him take his balaclava off.
He looked exactly like the Ghost in his dream, despite having never seen his face before. There's no way...
Maybe... it wasn't just a bad dream after all...
#ghost x male reader#simon riley x male reader#simon ghost riley x male reader#cod x male reader#simon riley x reader#ghost x reader#cod mw2 x reader#male reader#reader insert#x reader#angst#fluff#.mackjlee9 writes
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[wonderland au: come wayward souls]
The woods had been silently picking apart cookies mentally and physically…
Looks like there was a few cookies in the woods..
Such dumb cookies they were.
Well.. mostly.
Some were wary
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LoL imagine Tamlin absolutely hopeless in social interaction when he was younger so he literally made his own secret garden where he collects plants, gives them names, even chatted with them.
My Beasty plant boy just wants to be left alone with his plants, he rather rambles about Fascinating plant facts then to hold eye contact for a second.
Tamlin is my little neurotic introvert baby and I love him 🌱💚💚💚
Absolutely. My man is constantly attempting to escape social interactions and prefers either one on one with only the people he really loves or hanging out with his little plant friends.
Imagine, six-year-old Tamlin at a party his father threw, standing off into the corner, or hiding behind his mother's skirts, just wishing for it to end so he can leave. Then he sees the servants coming in and out of a door that leads to the outside gardens. Silently he slips away from the party and manages to get outside. he's standing out in the gardens, which are usually his favorite place to be, but now he needs to hide because if his father caught him running away from the party he would be punished. So, he quickly crawls into one of the bushes, and tries to hide himself the best he can.
Then a little twinkling light appears in the corner of his vision. He turns his head to see a tiny pixie puttering in amongst the bushes. He observes her closely for a moment, she flies around his face, making tiny ringing sounds as she did. Then taking a hold of one of his curls she tries her best to pull him further into the bush. Tamlin starts to follow her in deeper into the brush. Soon it gets darker, and he can no longer hear the sounds of Rosehall celebrating.
Then he hears more ringing sounds similar to that of the pixie in front of him. They get louder and louder until it's like a cascade of bells. A light appears through the bush, and he pulls back some of the leaves to reveal a small hollow.
It's beautiful. Filled with every plant imaginable, bright colors fill his vision, and he can hear the sounds of a trickling creek. Tiny pixies and small Faeries flutter about tending to the garden like their own.
The Pixies allow Tamlin to stay. The magic of the land that allows their hollow to live responds to Tamlin, they know he is their next High lord, and they hope to make sure he remembers them when he ascends to the throne.
Tamlin now goes back there at every chance he gets, even decades later. Once his father was gifted a small sapling from the woods of Autumn to be planted amongst their gardens as a token of peace and hope for an alliance. His father, not caring to entertain Autumn left the sapling to rot in a ditch. Tamlin rescued it and brought it to the Hollow, where he planted it in the center. It grew tall and large, extending out of the bushes surrounding the Hollow and providing a new layer of protection for the pixies. He then began to take small plants from the Rosehall gardens and relocate them to the Hollow. Until the Hollow was twice the size it was before and growing. More Pixies had come to live within the Hollow. Most new Pixies were wary of the High Fae Prince, but over time they just saw how he quietly entered the Hollow and sat in amongst the plants. Carefully and diligently caring for them. And over time Tamlin began to speak aloud, perhaps forgetting that even though he couldn't understand the Pixies, they could understand him, or perhaps not caring.
He spoke to the plants. Told them how his day went, asked them questions as if they could respond. Even going as far as to giving them names. He named a fern, Earnest. He named a patch of moss, Daimen. He named the Autumn tree that grew in the center, Lucien. No one knew where he got the names, just that he called the plants by their name. No other.
Even when Tamlin became High lord, he did not forget the Hollow. It was a challenge taking the throne. He had to attend the parties, rarely getting the chance to slip away. It became a daily struggle, as he was forced to speak with a great many people every single day.
But he shoved through. And by the end of a long, long day, he always excitedly looked towards Andras or Lucien, practically bouncing up and down. Waiting until they finally said the day was done, before sprinting out of the Manor, towards the Hollow.
His secret garden.
I imagine Tamlin's secret garden as something similar to a story I read when I was younger, coincidentally it was titled 'The Secret Garden'. Tamlin totally rambles to Lucien about every single fact he knows about plants. I imagine once Tamlin got comfortable with Lucien, the Fox was bombarded with a detailed list of plants and why Tamlin loved them so much.
#acotar#pro tamlin#tamlin#secret garden#acotar au#acotar fanfic#acotar tamlin#acotar headcanons#neurodivergent tamlin
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@strawbubbysugar I got lost in the sauce over Frankenfate Y/ngineer and CSD in the home of csd!Eclipse, and speedran writing something for fun
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CSD slowly inched the towering door open with one hand wrapped around the handle and the other pressed flat against the wood, wincing with a flutter of their nervous heartbeat at the creak it let off. They didn't let it deter them though, as they sneaked through the smallest gap they could make, and didn't bother closing it when they made it into the guest bedroom far larger than they'd ever get to see again after they'd leave. Which they would. They just needed... one person they couldn't leave without. They silently tip-toed towards the too-soft bed where a single slumbering lump lied beneath the piles of fuzzy blankets, and very carefully lifted their knees up to crawl onto the mattress.
CSD silently hovered over Y/ngineer, who was curled up on their side, peacefully breathing in restful sleep. CSD felt only a little bad to disturb that as they reached out and wrapped a hand around the other's shoulder. They gently shook.
"Hey," CSD whispered. Y/ngineer stirred with a small groan, before falling back limp with a soft exhale. CSD shook their shoulder a little harder this time, and the other slowly blinked tired, unfocused eyes open.
"You're awake, good," CSD muttered with relief. Y/ngineer's eyes quickly widened, darting over to where the shorter's face hovered over them with tense, unblinking eyes. Y/ngineer jerked backwards in fright and, out of sheer instinct, kicked a knee up into CSD's gut. CSD grunted in startled pain, but avoided making any sound louder, doubling over to drop their face into the bedsheets.
"GOD!" Y/ngineer yelped, scrambling away to the other corner of the bed with the blankets in hand.
"Shh! Quiet!" CSD hissed, strained as they pressed a hand onto the bedsheets and pushed themself back up.
"Wha...?" Y/ngineer breathed. They dropped their head back down with a heavy sigh in realization, and pressed their hands over their own face just to let them slide down.
"Ughh, what do you want? I'm sleeping," they grumbled, voice muffled by their hands. "Are you here to kill me for hitting you with the door yesterday?"
"Not yet. Later," CSD crawled a little closer on the soft bedsheets to where Y/ngineer had scrambled away to. They were definitely going to bruise from that knee, ow. Y/ngineer's hands slid off from their face and they shot the other a tense, wary glance.
"That was an accident."
"Good to hear. Now get up," CSD replied, hushed.
"What? Why? No," Y/ngineer whined. "I feel like I only slept for an hour."
"You've been sleeping for four."
"And here knows I need it!" Y/ngineer exclaimed, though blessedly a lot quieter than they could have been. CSD just stared at Y/ngineer in silence for a time, until Y/ngineer ran a hand through their hair and sighed, closing their eyes in defeat. "What is it?"
"I don't trust it here. I never did, but it was warmth, it was shelter, it was food, it was water. I mean, don't you find it weird that we're in a massive, full-scale castle, and there's only one person inhabiting it?" CSD quickly spoke, leaning back on their knees to make wild hand gestures between talking points. "And sure, you could say no one lives here because it's uninhabitable for the average Celestial outside, but all of the decor and clothes inside clearly shows it's been well-lived in. So why not anymore? Why is it just Eclipse?"
"Um. I don't know. Because it's quiet?" Y/ngineer tiredly mumbled, before adding even quieter, "unlike in this room?"
"Eclipse doesn't like quiet!" CSD strongly whispered. "He hates quiet!"
"Please get to the point, Dandelion."
"You've seen the tapestries, right? In like half of them, there's a little sun god and a little moon god standing side-by-side, hosting dinners and parties- just- events, for all the other gods. This castle looked like that at some point. And now it doesn't anymore. I think--" CSD abruptly cut themself off to warily glance at the bedroom door that they had left open for easier escape. No noise escaped the hallway outside, and no shadows shifted. They were alone. CSD leaned close down to Y/ngineer and whispered as quietly as possible, "I think Eclipse murdered the sun and moon gods, and possibly even everyone else too."
CSD leaned back, waiting for Y/ngineer's expression of shock, of horror. But the other just slowly blinked their eyes, tired, expression entirely unimpressed.
"So?" Y/ngineer grumbled.
CSD stared, uncomprehending for a moment. The two just blinked at one another, one baffled while the other slipped closer and closer into sleep. CSD opened their mouth. Closed it. Opened it again.
"So?? What do you mean so?" CSD asked in astonished disbelief. Y/ngineer groaned.
"I mean, that's bad. That's really bad, yeah. But you woke me up for this? Your gods have killed people too," they responded. "We know this already."
"Not a whole castle's worth!" CSD hissed.
Y/ngineer stared at them deadpan for long enough that they could feel how little Y/ngineer genuinely believed that. CSD leaned back with a slight embarrassed flush, recalling the realization they had to Y/ngineer in one night of horror that Moon had been the one to slaughter the entire village they had set foot in oh so long ago.
"Sun hasn't killed a whole castle's worth!" CSD hurriedly corrected, for how little it even helped.
"Did he tell you that?" Y/ngineer tiredly asked, turning onto their side with a large yawn to once again let their eyes slip shut.
...No, he had not.
"Look, enough," CSD grumbled. "It's been red flags since the start, okay? First, Eclipse lets us think he's Sun and that something terrible's just happened to him--"
"Let you think. I'm sorry, but that one's on you. That clearly wasn't him."
CSD bit the inside of their cheek, looking away to instead stare at the distant fancy dresser.
"Okay. I know. But he still--" CSD was cut off once more.
"Has anyone every told you that you'd fit into the Sonic Adventure 2 plot? Like, you'd mistake Shadow for Sonic the Hedgehog, one hundred precent. And I'm literally the colourblind one here, so that's probably an achievement on your end," Y/ngineer spoke, eyes still closed. "Mmm, Silver too. You've got that Amy Rose behaviour."
CSD turned back to stare at them with a furrow in their brow, struggling to piece together the string of words they had just been told. "What?" They breathed.
Y/ngineer quietly giggled to themself, shoulders shaking beneath the covers. When the barely restrained laughter failed to cease, CSD realized that they were being messed with, entirely on purpose. They scoffed.
"Total you problem," Y/ngineer grinned.
"No- we're not doing this stupid future stuff. Get up. We're going. Moon needs us anyway." CSD scrambled over Y/ngineer to get off of the bed, and landed their feet upon the pristine flooring. They gripped Y/ngineer by the arm and began tugging. Y/ngineer yelped with abruptly opened eyes as they were pulled closer to the edge, before attempting to pull away from CSD's grip with minimal success, putting up resistance.
"Noooo! Let me sleep!" Y/ngineer whined.
"Get up!" CSD told.
"STOP!"
A harsher tug, as well as further resistance.
"Come ON--"
"NOTHING'S WRONG! IT'S A SNOWSTORM OUTSIDE AND I'M TIRED, CAN'T WE DEAL WITH THIS LATER-"
"THERE'S NO BETTER TIME THAN--"
A soft rap of knuckles against the open bedroom door caused CSD's eyes to widen and heartbeat to dip into a stutter. In a moment of sheer freeze instinct alone, CSD's hands began to loosely slide down to Y/ngineer's wrist, before falling off altogether. CSD yelped as they fell backwards and crashed hard onto the floor. They quickly scrambled back up to their feet and turned around to face the door, backing up to press their hands against the edge of the bed. There, in the doorway, stood Eclipse in all his over 12 feet tall glory, watching them through the gap with no clear expression among the seven red eyes littering his face.
"Hey! Eclipse! What, uhhh." CSD misjudged the size of the bed and accidentally fell down into sitting atop the mattress with a soft bounce. They tried to casually play it off, like they had meant to sit there. "What are you doing here?"
Y/ngineer blessedly stayed silent beside CSD.
"Your human sleep cycle should not have ended yet. Why are you both awake?" Eclipse quietly asked, the sounds of two whispering voices tangling themselves into each and every syllable like a braid. CSD clicked their tongue.
"Uhhh. I... was just heading back to bed actually," CSD nervously responded. A glance towards Y/ngineer showed a slight wariness, but a total lack of concern for CSD's end. They supposed that was reasonable. Eclipse had treated them well thus far, and CSD had just come in with their own suspicious ramblings in the middle of the night. When Y/ngineer caught their gaze though, they gave them a comforting little pat on the thigh, and CSD relaxed.
"Okay. Come here then. I'll take you," Eclipse urged, reaching a large hand out towards CSD for them to take. Their hands wouldn't fit together right, too differing in size, but CSD still pushed themselves off of the bed with a great deal of hesitancy to take it. He avoided piercing the fragile human skin with his red claws, and began pulling them back out of the door. CSD glanced back at Y/ngineer, who was watching them from the bed.
"Goodnight," CSD grumbled.
Y/ngineer gave a little wave with a reassuring smile, and mouthed what might've been we can talk about it later. "Goodnight. Sorry for attacking you, you just startled me is all. Get some sleep, 'kay?" They sleepily said.
"...okay," CSD quietly responded.
Y/ngineer then faced away from the door to curl back up into sleep. CSD silently sighed. Eclipse closed the door, and gave the smaller a strange look after it clicked shut.
"What did they mean? Are you hurt?" He asked in concern, gaze sweeping them up and down with one too many eyes in search of injury.
"No," CSD sheepishly muttered.
Maybe they really were worried over nothing.
...they too would apologize to their friend in the morning.
#pillowspace writing#frankenfate#frankenfate au#[csd au variant]#YK. I KEEP OVERTHINKING THIS LIKE ''oh no. is y/ngineer too grouchy?'' BUT I'M NOT DOING ANYTHING ABOUT IT. SO? i might as well just post#it and go clean up the kitchen now
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All the bat dad fluff on my dash but please consider ....
Actual human sized bat terror Lilia wandering the woods, spooking the townsfolk, feasting on the animals and cruel trespassers within-
Only to stumble across an abandoned human baby discarded in a cradle off the familiar paths, ancient and dark magic stinking the air. The animals chitter in low tones as they timidly approach, wary of the curse but concerned for the child, only to scatter in droves as Lilia's shadow descends upon them all.
He peers in at the odd, silent child who does not weep or wail in fright at his monstrous features, his gleaming fangs as thick as a man's fist. It merely blinks at him, sleepy and all alone, before making the softest coo. A soft, vulnerable hand no bigger than a berry clump reaches for him without fear.
Without fear. A human child, gazing up at him, unafraid. Is he certain it is human, not moon-struck and mad with fae blessing?
With a powerful beat of Lilia's wings, child and monster are no more, vanished into the yawning maw of the dark skies above.
#twst silver#twisted wonderland silver#lilia vanrouge#twst lilia#I HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS ABOUT THIS AU#i need to write at last when I get home#pls take these thoughts in the meantime that i poorly cobbled together sjksksk
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Snail Ch. 2: Four Peculiar Limbs and a Head That Doesn’t Fit
There is a very lost, confused little boy in the woods. Can he trust these strangers, who he doesn’t know but a part of him says he should?
Everything is weird. Too bright, too loud, too big.
There are people here, people he doesn’t know but has a strange nagging feeling that he should. But that can’t be right, he’s never seen them before in his life... has he?
They’re loud, though, and some of them are very big, and they’re all carrying weapons and he doesn’t know what’s happening or how he got here and suddenly they’re reaching for him and he bolts.
The trees provide cover to dart between and shadows to hide in and he runs and runs and runs until he can’t hear the strange-familiar-strangers anymore. Then he’s crawling under a clump of bushes with leaves so thick he can’t see through them because even if he lost them when he hit the trees it doesn’t mean they won’t be looking.
He trembles in his hiding place, heart beating rabbit-quick and doing his best to stifle frightened, confused tears. He didn’t see any dogs when they killed those monsters but that doesn’t mean there aren’t any, and dogs are very good at tracking him no matter how good he hides and oh why did he run in a straight line?
Suddenly there are footsteps in the woods. He claps a hand over his mouth and hopes against hope they go away.
They don’t.
Instead, the stranger settles against one of the trees and begins... humming? Why are they humming? Do they not know he’s here?
He waits, but they don’t do anything else but sit there and hum. The sound is nice, calming, and he can feel his heart begin to slow from it’s frantic pounding. Slowly, keeping an eye on the stranger to make sure they don’t make any sudden movements, he creeps out of the safety of the bushes. Any time the other so much as shifts he freezes, heart in his throat. Nothing happens, though, so he cautiously settles nearby to listen, far enough they won’t be able to grab him but ready to run if they try.
It’s not long before the last note is fading, and the strange man turns to look at him. He stares back, waiting to see what he’ll do.
The answer, apparently, is smile and speak softly. “Hey there, I’m Sky. You must’ve been pretty spooked earlier, huh? I’m sorry about that. Are you alright?”
He doesn’t answer, instead continuing to stare and trying to figure out if this is a trick or if the man, who is quickly becoming more familiar than strange, really means his words. After about a minute of silent staring, Sky heaves a deep breath and stands. He flinches, not expecting the movement; Sky doesn’t seem to notice and brushes himself off before holding out a hand.
“Do you want to come back with me? It can’t be very nice staying out here in the woods all by yourself.”
He’s not wrong; ever since Uncle- ever since Agahnim first sent the knights after him and made everyone hate him for something he didn’t even do, he’s been stuck sleeping alone in the woods more often than he does a bed. He’d learned quickly, though, and can usually get at least a few hours of rest hidden away in a hollow or small cave somewhere before inevitably being woken by one thing or another. Still, this man — Sky — hasn’t done anything to hurt him so far. Even if he was part of the group back there, on the road, with all the weapons and armor. Most of him wants to stay away, stay wary, make sure Sky won’t grab him or go for the sword he can see clearly on his back.
...But there’s a part of him, getting louder every minute, whispering ‘you can trust him’.
He nearly gives in and takes Sky’s hand before catching himself. Even if Sky really is as kind as he seems, there’s no way to know if he’s going to turn on him like the knights and villagers did. There have been kind people before. Kind and welcoming and who said they believed him when he told them about his adventure.
They didn’t always stay kind.
Instead, he pushes the memories thoughts away and agrees to follow behind Sky when the man suggests it- that way he can keep an eye on him and get away if he decides to stop being so kind after all. Pushing himself to his feet, he waits for Sky to start moving, keeping his hands close to his chest. (It’s only to make sure Sky doesn’t try to grab him. That’s all. Not because it’s soothing and makes him feel a tiny bit safer. He grew out of that a long time ago.)
(That’s a lie. It wasn’t that long ago that he had to stop or else worry about being caught.)
The two of them make their way back through the woods, Sky ahead and him behind. Not once does Sky turn back to grab him or reach for his weapon.
The closer they get to the edge of the trees the more his anxiety grows, and he finds himself drawing closer to Sky despite his earlier fear of him. When they leave the safety of the woods he latches on to the man’s leg and clings. He hasn’t done anything yet, and he’s beginning to think it will stay that way.
The group from before is still there, talking amongst themselves with worried expressions. They must be missing Sky, he thinks, wondering at the pang in his chest.
He starts when Sky lays a hand on his back and calls out, “I thought I told you guys to make camp! I’m gone, what, an hour? And I come back to find you all wandering about like headless cuckoos!”
He can’t help but snort at the mental image that conjures. Perhaps these people aren’t quite so dangerous after all if they can’t even make a camp.
He quails a bit when they notice him, but Sky keeps him steady and levels them with a look that makes them stop in their tracks. Then the man nudges him, gently, prompting him to look up and meet sky-blue eyes.
“Do you want to go say hi? They won’t hurt you, if that’s what you’re worried about.” He had forgotten about that for a moment, and the sudden rush of fear makes his chest squeeze tight. Sky must see it, because he adds, “And if anyone does something you don’t like, they’ll have to deal with me.”
That brings him up short. Sky would defend him? Against all of his companions? His chest feels warm suddenly, the fear loosening enough that he nods, earning him a smile.
Sky leads him over to where the rest of them stand waiting, his hand a firm and steady pressure on his back. The moment they get too close, he’s tugging on Sky’s pants to make him stop, and to his surprise he actually listens, keeping plenty of space between the two of them and the rest.
They form a circle before them and he can see them trying not to stare. He does the same from the safety of Sky’s leg.
“Okay,” Sky says. “Time for some introductions, I think. I already told you my name, I’m Sky.” He nods. Looking around, the feeling that he knows these people begins creeping up his spine, making it tingle uncomfortably.
They all introduce themselves at Sky’s urging. Most of them seem alright, but the knights make him startle badly, making Sky press his hand more firmly against his back. It doesn’t make him feel trapped, though, only supported.
Each name only exacerbates the feeling that he should- does- know these people. He presses closer to Sky, the names pressing into his mind as if to remind him ‘hey! you should remember us!’ It only makes his head hurt.
He swallows, gathering his courage, and glances up at Sky before looking back at the others. He opens his mouth.
“‘m Legend. I know you.”
.
.
.
There’s a moment of shocked silence before it erupts into noise. Quickly feeling overwhelmed by it all, he buries his face back into Sky’s leg. It helps, but only a little.
“What does he mean by ‘he knows us’? Shouldn’t he already know us?”
“Does it have to do with why he ran earlier?”
“I’m pretty sure that’s because he was overwhelmed and scared, probably due to the fact that he was surrounded by monsters and multiple people with weapons.”
Their voices overlap in a deafening cacophony, loud and painful and all-too familiar and his head hurts. His hands curl into fists, creasing the fabric in his grasp and he squeezes his eyes shut as he desperately tries to block it out.
Memories suddenly overlap each other in a jumble of confusion. He’s nine- no, nineteen, and on a quest through time- but hadn’t he done that already? There’s no Oracles or- or princesses or bad guys taking over kingdoms or- He winces as flashes of horribly strong monsters, ones that bleed black blood, lance through his mind. They’re chasing- or being chased?- by a Shadow, and he shudders as he recalls glowing red eyes, an ominous aura, sickening magic, it hurt Tw-
Legend whimpers, pressing against Sky’s leg as he mentally begs for the pain to go away. The man is comforting, in a way he can’t explain, and he needs that comfort right now. He feels a hand run through his hair, soothing and kind, and he wants to cry.
“Hey, bud, what’s wrong? Come on, talk to me.” Even his voice is soothing, which only makes Legend want to cry more.
“Mm-my he-head hurts...” He sniffles. Everything is still too much.
Sky must do something, then, because it suddenly gets quiet again. Footsteps approach, heavy and clanking, which makes him flinch. Sky doesn’t stop petting his hair.
“Legend?” More clanking and groaning of metal as whoever it is kneels down. The voice is strange-familiar like all of them are. He squints an eye open: tall, older, golden armor, strange markings on his face, one eye. Time. “Can I ask what you remember?”
Another wave of new-old memories makes him whine and press his face further into soft fabric. “U-um, ev’ryth’n’s all m’xed up...” He feels Sky rub his shoulder encouragingly. “I ‘member my fff-first ‘venture clearest. Ev’rythin’ else’s all... jumbly an’ muddled.”
“But you do remember us?” He nods.
Legend knows if he were older — his actual age, his mind reminds him — then he would be reacting very differently. He’d snipe and snarl and push them all away to deal with the pain alone.
He’s not nineteen right now, though, he’s nine. His clearest memories are waking in the night to a voice in his head and his only family gone, going to the castle only to stumble across his Uncle’s body in the sewers. He remembers cold steel pressed into his hands, finding the princess locked away and leading her to safety only to be accused of kidnapping her. He remembers how no one believed him, and how people he grew up knowing called the guards on him without a second thought. He remembers the Dark World, being tiny and helpless until he taught himself not to be. He remembers facing Ganon, not yet ten years old, and terrified out of his mind as he faced a monster unlike any other.
So he does not bare his teeth and storm away. Instead, he allows Sky to kneel down and draw him into a hug, burrowing into the man’s warm chest as he tries to make sense of all the memories and emotions crowding his mind. He’s rocked gently from side to side and something in his brain latches on to the motion, making his heart calm from it’s frantic pace and his chest loosen. Legend tucks his face into the crook of Sky’s neck, sighing as he finally relaxes for the first time since he found himself on the road surrounded by monsters and familiar strangers.
He feels safe.
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