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Two Shades of the Same Color
Synopsis: Protecting the law and protecting his family. The line seperating them were like two shades of the same color. Wriothesley just didn't know it yet.
Genre: Wriothesley x Reader, gender neutral pronouns, Reader and Wriothesley have a daughter
(A/n): this is my offering to the gacha gods praying for an early Wrio to come home 😔===============================
The Duke of Meropide often finds himself conflicted in the different roles he has to play.
In the daytime he carried his duty as the Warden. Having served his sentence through the years he was in prison, Wriothesley was appointed to be a suitable candidate now managing Fontaine's most notorious Fortress, guarding wanted criminals, convicts, and what justice deems guilty. Both feared and respected by them, it was quite an intresting story how he got into this rank. But he also didn't dislike his occupation. Perhaps due to this self-proclaimed 'rough around the edge' personality, he believed the prison wasn't so far disconnected from his nature.
"Wolf-ears, wolf-ears, daddy has wolf ears!" A sweet voice sang before imitating a growl sound.
Aaand there were those who really disconnected him from his 'nature'. Wriothesley sighs as he rub his forehead, clutching a stack of unsigned papers while the girl pulled the little tuffs in his hair.
Your five year old daughter came home one day, announcing that the class had been given an assignment.
Two things arise in his head. First off, why are they already giving assignments to children? Shouldn't they be learning their alphabets and make crafts or something? Second, why does it have to involve taking your kid to work?!!
You failed to stifle a laughter at the sight, the poor man silently hoping that you would do something, "Come down little one. You wouldn't want to accidentally fall over now, would you?"
The girl shook her head, avoiding your attempt to hold her and squeezed her small legs around his shoulders, "Don't stop me! Mari wants to stay up here."
"But he's going to get tired if you keep shaking like that," you suggested, placing both hands on your hips.
Mari huffs, "That's up for daddy to decide. Right, daddy?"
You quirked an eyebrow and glanced at your husband who seemed to be under a lot of pressure. What can he do? When his daughter stares at him with her toothy grin and gleaming eyes that looks just like his own?
Helpless at her whims, he pleads silently, urging for your aid once again.
"Sorry honey," you shrugged and tilted to the side, "I tried."
"Oh really?," the man doubts, "Then why are you smiling like that?"
Wriothesley wasn't sure how he got into this mess in the beginning. Actually, wait. He did. He just...didn't want to admit it.
The initial answer to Mari's request was a no brainer. Allowing his little babydoll Marigold through the walls of Meropide was something he stricly forbade until she reached thirty years old. A reasonable negotiation, he thought. Not even the gossips plastered all over the Steambird newspaper would be discussed at the dinner table. The man vowed to keep his work life and family life seperate the day she was born.
"Why don't you go find them to help you with your homework?"
"I work at the Fortress too, silly."
Well-- maybe not you since the two of you met here, but that's different. Rules are laws and laws shouldn't be broken. There's a reason why order is meant to be taken seriously in Fontaine. And of course, in his house too.
Then you proceed to say-- it's because you keep spoiling her! Which he retorts, "I'm not spoiling her, I'm just making sure she has a fun childhood, that's all."
"Uh huh, you sure do a great job at it officer, maybe a little too well," you tease, wrapping your arms around your burly husband and nuzzled against his cheek.
Fits of giggles came from above, Mari starts rocking back and forth, "Now give him a biiiiig kiss!"
"Alright alright, that's enough you two," Wriothesley caught hold of his wiggling daughter and settled her down on the floor. Seriously, he could hardly focus. Wriothesley had planned to make his routine as boring as possible so she would leave and he could go about his day. It seems the man terribly underestimated the fact Mari had a penchant of finding entertainment. Should've been obvious that he would be the center of it.
"Can we go downstairs now? I want to see where the machines are working," Mari declares and throws her hands up in excitement.
Wriothesley clears his throat, "What did I say earlier about going downstairs?"
"It's not safe for ages under thirteen and only for members who are given permission because they're criminals," Mari sheepishly repeats.
"Aaaannd?"
"You're not allowed to abuse your authority or give me special treatment because the Warden must be fair and respect the rules from the Fortress of Marinetide, treating everyone equally."
"That's my girl," he nods with a grin. Though the pronounciation can use a little tweaking. Eh, he'll let it slide.
"Don't you think you're exaggerating a bit too much? The working grounds aren't that bad, even Sigewinne takes her strolls there during her breaktime," you chime in.
"Who's Sigewinne?"
The man expresses what seems like his version of a pout. Though you can never miss the small upturn slivering the corner of his mouth, "I'm starting to get the feeling that you enjoy seeing me like this."
"Nonsense," you lean on his shoulder, "I'm just admiring how much of a loving father my daughter has."
They're coaxing me into something, "No means no."
Wriothesley glances at Mari who had still been persisting him with pleads and questions. The reason why he wanted to keep his work life and family life sperate was because prison, in general, can shape a person entirely. Whether for good or worse depends on the individual, she was far too young to be exposed at the kind of stories and complex reasonings people would have. Wriothesley knew very well that nothing is black and white. Perhaps from growing up in this kind of world, he wanted to know, to see, to let an innocent child experience life far differently than he did. Because now, he had a choice.
"I already know what you're thinking, it's written all over your face," breaking him out of his thoughts, you gently spoke to his ear, "Not everyday our little Mari gets to spend time with her father like this. She was so happy when the teacher said it was going to be a 'take your kid to work day' assignment, you know?"
"I'd rather keep the details behind closed doors. There's not much that can be said outside the reputation everyone knows of," he reasons, "Besides, Sigewinne is the only exception because she's the head nurse. This little fellow here can hardly prounouce Meropide."
"Hey! That's not true. If I practice long and hard I can speak as perfectly as the papers on your desk!"
"Oh? You know what that's a great idea. How about we spend the day practicing your alphabets? We could also read the Boar Princess while we're at it," the Duke happily suggested.
"Wriothesley," you chide lightly, "As long as you're with her I'm sure there will be nothing to worry about," then you crouched down to Mari's height, "Right sweetie?"
"Yeah! Daddy is the strongest and smartest man in all of Fontaine!" She jumps up and down, "He can even lift me even when I'm wearing a backpack!"
Wriothesley eyes you both suspiciously, "I see how it is. Sounds like you two are teaming up."
"I like to call it a coincidential agreement," you tugged him at the arm and lead towards the stairwell, "Come on. Take the day off and let me handle the paperwork. Wouldn't want to keep the fun waiting, would you?"
Your husband folds his arms and scoffs, "A day off?"
"By the courtesy of Chief Justice Neuvillette himself," you responded.
Ah, they had it all planned out, "Astounding effort on your part, I suppose."
"Please, daddy? I swear I'll behave and not do anything to make you mad," Mari twiddles her thumbs, "Pleeease?"
Wriothesley closes his eyes, a habit he acquired during situations such as this. Well, looks like he was fighting a losing battle anyways. Maybe you were right. He was spoiling her.
"Fine. Only under one condition. You have to-"
"Call me 'Your Grace'!" She salutes immediately, " Oh, I mean...you, Your Grace."
Wriothesley glances at your way again and you merely returned a shrug. He smiles amusedly.
They really had it all planned out.
•••
When Wriothesley stepped out of his office, he was slowly starting to regret his decision.
Mari, being far too excited for her own good, already bounced a few metres ahead. He sometimes wondered where she gets her energy from. For newcomers, they easily wear out before they become used to things. Ah, that's right, I have to make sure she doesn't disturb the inmates. If this keeps going then who knows where she might end up. Archons forbid it'd be the Pankration Ring.
"Up you go," for now, Wriothesley scoops her into his hold, having the girl seated on one forearm and the other supporting her weight. Until she calms down, at least.
"Mari is reporting for duty," she salutes again.
Wriothesley lets out a chuckle, "Since when did I ever act like a Marechaussee Hunter? Wait, let me guess, you snuck to see Clorinde."
Guilty as charged. The little girl slaps a hand over her mouth, "Whoopsies."
"I'm joking. I actually didn't think you snuck out to see Clorinde," he smugly states, "Well well looks like my little culprit reveals herself."
She huffs, "Heyyy, that's cheating."
"Sorry babydoll, but I think I win this one," Wriothesley boops her nose in a playful manner and allowed Mari to stand on her own two feet, "So, are you ready for a tour around the Fortress of Meropide?"
"Where are we headed first, Your Grace?" She chirped, eyes blown wide like she was on a sugar rush from last time.
Wriothesley raised a scarred brow, "Oh you're letting me decide? In that case you'll just have to wait and see for yourself."
"Yay, I love surprises!"
Even better. This way, he can guarantee that she won't wander off to places she shouldn't be in, no one should be in.
Lunch hour was approaching and the inmates were already finishing up their shifts. He could feel the frequent looks being thrown from the cafeteria, already knowing it will be the hot topic for the next few days or weeks.
Right, then there's this part I have to deal with.
It didn't help that the man's presence alone had the same affect under normal circumstances. Seeing their Warden with a babbling little girl was rather jarring. Mari was...how should he put it, good at stealing the spotlight. So much she easily attracted all the attention from the locals. Wriothesley had never knew someone could be so pestering that it became endearing. Other than you of course. Heh, I guess that's one of many things they have in common.
He doesn't try to hide the smile softening at his features.
"C-Could that be His Grace and..."
Welp, looks like the hot topic is already cooking. Wriothesley pays no mind. There's nothing wrong with being open about his family in front of other people at least. Just because he had a reputation as the Warden to keep doesn't rob him the identity of being a father.
His mind suddenly drifts back to you. Is that why you were so insistent about this earlier?
"Daddy, everyone is looking at us funny."
The word 'daddy' does not escape those around him, percise as a radar and pointed sharply at his direction. Wriothesley expected as much. Actually, he was more surpised she even managed to remember the honorifics for this long, "Ah who cares. Let them do their thing. Anyways, didn't you say you wanted to see how the machines worked?"
A pause before she breaks out into a wide, beaming grin, "Yeah!"
"Then hold on tight," without a warning, Wriothesley lifts her until she was settled on his shoulders and ran as fast as he could, away from the crowd.
•••
"Was that...the Duke just now?"
A confused inmate, still processing at what he just saw, allowed the bitten meal in his hand fall to the plate.
"Who knew His Grace had a soft spot," Another one snickers.
Wolsey who had been tending to the dishes behind the counter exhales exasperatedly, "His Grace ought to be more careful with his actions around others next time."
•••
The shaft doors open to reveal the upper level of the production zone. Wriothesley exits first before gently taking the girl's hand as she shuffled down the two stairs. Thankfully the area had been emptied, except for a few supervisors, it was much more peaceful compared to the cafeteria.
"Wooooahh looks at all those meks!" She ogled. Meks was her way of saying gardemeks. Spending time with a five year old made him more keen to the language innuendos they create, "It's like one gigantic gear working together."
"Not just gears sweetheart, the people here are responsible for making sure ever part of the machine is functioning. Without them, there would be no clockworks you see in the surface," Wriothesley opens a palm while he explains, "I know most of your classmates only think of them as criminals, but criminals have been working for honest income."
"Does that mean the same criminals are now helping to make meks that catches more criminals and keep Fontaine safe?"
The man pauses, thinking for a moment, "You could say that."
"Hmmm," Mari looks down pensively, trying to put two and two together, "So if criminals are honest people, how did they end up in here?"
"Well uhhh... " Wriothesley breathes out quietly. It's complicated. Sometimes he doubts if the word criminal is even a proper label. Becoming a criminal isn't always by choice, some are just born into it, eventually going down a path because there was no where else to go. And the few who escape are the lucky ones, "Ah very tricky, sweetheart. Don't tell me you're here trying to get ideas."
The mischeivious expression he gave her made Mari gasp in disbelief, "I would never break the law daddy!"
"Are you sure?" He insists with jest.
"Yes, and I promised a hundred thousand times already," she emphasized.
Wriothesley pats her lightly on the head. Although his hands were calloused and scared, they carried the weight of a loving father, "Good. I know you'd do the right thing."
From the corner of his eye, he spotted a familiar silouette dressed in pastel colors. Sigewinne had been speaking with Grainville at the Operation and Widget equipment. As you mentioned earlier, the head nurse pays frequent visits to check upon the health conditions of inmates. For the Duke, it was natural that he'd want to know if there was anything he should be concerned about. But now is not the time. He didn't want to drag his daughter when this was meant to be a fun activity of theirs.
"What's that over there?!" She scurries off without a warning, specifically at the direction he was glancing earlier.
Or we can just check it out anyways. Wriothesley thought to himself, using his hands to prop against his knee, standing upright so he could catch up with Mari.
The Melusine was the first to notice, "Your Grace? I'm seeing you everywhere these days. I hope you haven't been swarmed with too much to do."
It's true that Wriothesley had been more present in his timing. The Primordial Sea issue was something he wanted to be resolved as soon as possible, "I'm actually doing just fine, thank you Sigewinne."
"Y-Your Grace. I'm surprised to see you here. Are there any newcomers I must train?" Now it was Grainville's turn to intervene, "Oh, and who's this?"
"Sigewinne?? That's the nurse, daddy?" Mari exclaims, baffled as she compares her height with the other, "Why is she so small like me? Did she get hit by the short disease?"
Jeez. Children can really run around without a filter these days.
"She may be small but a lot more older than she looks," Wriothesley reasons, gentle and firm, "Aren't you forgetting something? In front of you, these people have greeted us the moment we came by. What's the right thing to do, Mari?"
It took some time for her to realize but she perks up as soon as she did. Flustered, the young lass dips herself into a low curtsy, head following suit that her hat fell to the floor, "Good afternoon. My name is Mari. I'm five years old. Nice to meet you all."
Wriothesley maintains a straight face and picks up her hat. On the inside, he could feel his heart squeezing. No matter how many tries you practiced with her, she still doesn't get it quite right. Totally his fault. He never scolds her for it.
"Hello Mari, my name's Sigewinne and I'm the head nurse," the melusine beams, "Though I'm a bit surprised, Your Grace. I thought [Name] said you didn't want to bring your daughter here."
Quick, he had to make an excuse before, "Ah, that's--"
"That's because daddy is awesome and he cares about us so much!"
Urk.
Sigewinne's countenance suggested she caught on that the Warden had a weak spot for his overly coddled daughter, "I see. You're fortunate to have such good parents, Mari. His Grace had put in great effort to ensure the safety and well-being of the Fortress. It's probably why everyone is quite satisfied with living here."
"I know," Mari nods with agreement, "Since daddy does the same thing at home."
Warmth spreads inside his chest and the glaciers of the man's gaze thaws enough for one to notice. Did she truly feel that way? Somehow, for a long time, he didn't think it was enough.
"It's true. His Grace doesn't ostracize anyone and gives them an equal chance of a better life," Grainville added.
Wriothesley crosses his arms and returns a quipped stare, "Indeed. Though I'm afraid flattery will get you as far as none. Best get to work."
Grainville salutes, "Yes, Your Grace!"
"Wait daddy, can I stay and watch?" Mari tugs the hem of his fur coat, "When I go to school tomorrow, I can tell all my friends all the cool things we did today."
He straightens his posture, "No."
"But daddyyyyyyy."
Here we go again. Except this time, the man will avoid all eye contact. Maybe he can try getting earplugs next time, which of course, must be slipped on discreetly so she wouldn't notice. If you were here, he'd be getting an earful of the same conversation he had in the office. Equipment processors can be dangerous to use if something suddenly screws loose. Who knows what might happen?
Though a father can only resist so much and he couldn't ignore her forever. Wriothesley relaxes his shoulders, the crease in his forehead fading, "Are you sure you can be careful?"
"Careful is my middlename!"
"Grainville," Wriothesley commands. Authority drips from his voice that the supervisor nearly flinched from his place, "Check if there's any malfunction in Operations and Widget equipment. I expect a thorough search once I get return from lunch."
Without a moment hesitation, Grainville executes his task as if his life depends on it.
"Daddy, can we go buy some food?" Mari looks up, "I want Fonta!"
"No junk food until you eat properly," though now she mentions it, he is craving a cup of tea by now.
Walking out of the shaft once more, Wriothesley takes another look at the environment surrounding the cafeteria, through a different lens than the last. He recalls his first day. Young, brash, and full of poor judgement. They were not the best memories, but they were certainly memories.
How things have changed. For the better, as it should. To Wriothesley, that was probably the most important aspect of all. He likes seeing signs of strength and hope, reassuring him that tomorrow will be a better day. Though he made peace with the present constantly filling him with doubt. Can the same progress be as steady as he wanted?
He thought about what you said. Then the words he heard from others. The Fortress of Meropide had improved to the point it could function autonomously. On top of that, he received high praise from both surface dwellers and those who lived in the underworld. What drives him to maintain this environment stems from his past. The good and the bad. The mistakes and lessons. The two shades of the same color blurred into one.
"Daddy, I just want to tell you, I had so much fun today. Thank you for bringing me here!"
And if those experiences of his could ensure that his daughter could live a safe and peaceful childhood, then that's everything he can ask for.
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Stupid Cupid
Summary: Only your dear friend, Dante, would be the one to get so tired of your obliviousness to one another's love that he'd force you both to go on a blind date.
And how do you two return the favour? Well, it's an eye for an eye, right?
Notes: This one's not all that good to be honest.
5426 words.
“Y/N”.
You glanced up from your phone at the clean-cut man with brown curled hair and a neat goatee sat under his chin. You raised an expecting eyebrow at Dante who leaned his weight on his hands against the table you were sitting at, leaning over and towering over you.
“Can I help you?” you asked, ending the tense silence.
“Tyler likes you”.
Not this again.
You sighed and went back to scrolling through Instagram.
“No, he doesn’t”.
“How would you know that?”
“I just do”.
It was his turn to sigh and drop his head, deciding to sit down on the chair opposite you. He knew there was no use in convincing you - he’d tried countless times - yet he still thought that maybe one day you’ll be all like “Oh my god, really? I’m going to give Tyler a biiiiig kiss!”
At first he made little comments like “stop flirting, you two” whenever you both were laughing at something and simply having fun.
Then it was the suggestive winks and nudges which were attempts to direct your attention to one another in a more romantic light (which was obviously to no use).
He once made a remark about how you never date anyone or ever have a boyfriend and you promptly came out saying, “It’s hard to date when I’m head over heels for Tyler”. You’d responded so casually that the Martin brother had almost laughed it off, but he quickly realised what you'd just admitted to.
Why weren’t you embarrassed? Was it sarcasm? You didn’t acknowledge your response at all, not even a single movement to indicate how you were feeling.
This all led him to that moment. The moment where he spent every waking hour tormented having to watch the both of you as clueless and ignorant as the other, like children lost at the grocery store looking for your parents.
“Why don’t you just ask him?” he asked for maybe the fourth or fifth time this week.
“Nah I’m good”.
Of course that was your response. Of course you acted like you didn’t care. Of course you wouldn’t be willing to even take a chance, to believe one of her friends, one of Hook’s closest friends. He considered giving up, but for some reason he felt like he was their cupid, the one to shoot the arrow for two of his very good friends.
“Alright then”, he replied.
You expected Dante to declare that the end of his attempt to make a fool out of you, however, he still hadn’t left the table and continued to stare at you, almost trying to study you.
Feeling the eyes piercing into you, you looked up from your phone again, them not having left the screen for the whole encounter.
“I don’t mean to be rude, but when are you going to stop?” you asked, tired of being asked the same questions religiously.
“Stop what?”
“Trying to make me and Tyler a thing”.
Dante rolled his eyes and shook his head in comprehension. Did you even hear yourself?
“When you both realise you’re in love with each other”.
“How many times do I have to tell you? It’ll never happen. He’s not interested”.
You wanted to enjoy your lunch in peace and apparently that wasn’t going to happen here so you stood up and started collecting your things. He never meant to annoy you; he wanted quite the opposite, trying to make you happy with the person you’d liked for so long, but the frustration from not being able to get through to you was starting to drive him crazy.
“I give up. I can’t do this anymore. I just can’t with you. You’re impossible!”
You gaped at the hypocrisy, taking offence.
It was true. You had a uh… shy liking towards the hooded man who mostly kept to himself, ‘shy liking’ being a major understatement. You were very good friends… that’s all… and that was your problem. You didn’t let it get the better of you hence why you constantly brushed it off whenever Dante brought up the subject. It was easier to ignore the feelings and let everyone live their happy single lives than pine over a stupid boy like some teenage girl.
“I’m impossible?! Try talking to a guy who’s never shown any interest in you and then have another friend insist that he’s crazy for you”.
You turned your back to him and walked out of the catering room in an attempt to find a more private space to finish your lunch.
So that ‘s what the problem was, huh? Hook just wasn’t showing enough interest in you.
Dante sat there, head in hands, desperately trying to think of his next approach. He knew he should stop pestering you because he didn’t want to damage the friendship you’d made over the years, but he was way too committed to the whole stupid cupid act to give up then.
He’d have to speak to Hook.
—
“Y/N likes you”.
Similar to how you were before, Tyler was hunched over his manspread legs, staring at his phone, his posture and hoodie being his only recognisable properties as his face was almost completely hidden by his hood.
“Yeah, right”, he replied, eyes not leaving his phone. He, too, had experienced countless of Dante’s naggings.
Dante - who was standing directly in front of him - crossed his arms and readjusted his footing, knowing this conversation would be as hopeless as all the others.
“What makes you think that she doesn’t?”
“She likes Ethan Page”.
Wha…? Where the hell did that come from?
He was quick to respond. “She doesn’t even talk to Ethan Page”.
“All the women here like Ethan Page”.
“...alright then”.
As quickly as the conversation had started, Dante Martin walked away, unable to understand what exactly had just happened.
Had she ever even spoken to Ethan Page?
He got to the end of the hall and stopped dead in his tracks, finally realising that Hook had just been trying to cause confusion so he’d leave. Great. Very clever.
He twisted his head to glance at his friend who was looking back at him, a smirk spread across his face which turned into a snicker as he went back to concentrate on whatever was on his phone.
This would take a lot more effort than he was currently putting in. If he really wanted his two friends to be happy, he would have to be a lot smarter than simply telling them the truth. Apparently, honesty was not as reliable as it should be.
—
You were inside the locker room, doing some quick stretches before your upcoming match, Dante standing a few feet in front of you, but this time not to convince you of Tyler’s feelings, strangely.
“I’m not going”, you said straight.
“It’s only a little blind date. My treat. It’ll help you get your mind off Tyler”.
He knew he was pushing his luck asking you to agree to go on a date with a complete stranger, but it was vital for her to accept for his dastardly plan to go ahead.
“I don’t need help, but I do need to go to my match”.
You attempted to pass him but he swooped his body in front of yours at the last second second, preventing you from leaving. You could have sworn this was classed as harassment.
“Just one date tomorrow. If you’re still not happy after twenty minutes then text me and I’ll call you pretending there’s an emergency so you can leave”.
You really did not want to go out on a date as there simply wasn’t any time for it in your schedule. Didn’t he know you had a very successful wrestling career to keep up? Perhaps if you had more time to think about it, you would have come to understand that Dante was hiding some sort of trick up his sleeve, however, in a rush to get to your match which was starting in 15 minutes, your brain took in every word at face value.
“Ugh fine. One date. But I swear, if I turn up and he’s holding a bouquet of red roses and uses the words ‘ladies first’, I’m doing a 180 and sprinting out of there”.
His lips turned into a victorious smile. “You won’t be disappointed”.
Now it was Hook’s turn.
—
Hook would be easy to convince. Dante knew exactly what would sway him.
“Heeeyyy how about a date tomorrow night?”
Hook was taken aback by the question and stared with a shocked look plastered over his face.
“No no no!” Dante scrounged for a clarification. “Not with me, dude. With a girl I know. It might make you feel better”.
The questioning look he once gave had now been shaken off. “Fuck that”.
“Come on, I’m paying for the whole thing. And if you don’t like it I’ll take you to a strip club and pay for everything”.
Hook considered his options very briefly. A blind date that could potentially turn into love, and if that fails, he gets a chick’s ass to make the ‘heartbreak’ all better. Works either way.
“When and where?”
Dante mentally smirked in deviousness and satisfaction. He knew he had won.
—
You only had thirty minutes to get yourself ready for your date, so heavy makeup wasn’t exactly an option like it usually would be for going out. You chose to wear a F/C satin mini dress that hugged your waist, kept up with stringed straps that tied on the top of your shoulders. You decided to show yourself off a little and not take the modesty approach you normally take with your baggy hoodies and leggings you wear around backstage.
Your date would be in for a treat, that was for sure.
You took a taxi to the restaurant Dante told you to be at and sprayed yourself with perfume a couple of times and made sure you looked presentable before opening the door to the place. You might as well try and make some sort of an effort.
You knew that you weren’t meant to be excited about this date - and honestly, you weren’t all that much - but you thought about what Dante had told you about trying to get over Hook. Maybe it was time you got yourself out there and date someone because your chances with him weren’t exactly looking good.
“Hi, I’m Y/N L/N. I’m supposed to be meeting someone”, you told the lady who greeted you.
“Of course. Someone’s already paying for your dinner tonight, correct?”
You nod. “Right this way”.
You weaved around tables of seemingly happy couples (you didn’t know about their personal problems) and past booths of families with rowdy children until you were stopped at one of the tables for two.
Your eyes travelled from their chest that leaned forward into the table and his elbows resting on the surface, to the ties of their light grey hoodie, one being twiddled with his fingers. Then you saw the sharp, well-defined jawline that had quietly driven you crazy for the past 3 years. Your eyes finally reached his cold ones that peered into your own.
He must’ve been as surprised as you were.
You thanked the lady and sat down opposite to Hook, who swiftly scanned your body before it was hidden by the table. With any luck, he’d be able to get a closer look later. He figured it was best if he didn’t mention that he could’ve gone to a strip club, not wanting to put you off, and ultimately preferring the date over anything else.
“This…” you began. “...is definitely not what I expected”.
“Can’t say I’m complaining”, Tyler said, glancing at the only part of the dress visible to him which just so happened to be where your breasts were. Coincidence? Could have been, but probably not.
“Did you know about this?” You ignored the butterflies that flew in your stomach caused by his teasing and leaned into the table slightly as to whisper your question. It wouldn’t have made a difference, of course, as no one around you would have cared why you were here.
“No. Dante told me to come here for a blind date”.
Dante, you sneaky prick.
“He said the same to me!” You avoided the few strange looks that were shot across to you for raising your voice. “So uhh what now?”
You tried to cover the blush that had risen in your cheeks with a hand, having no knowledge whether it was actually effective or not.
“Make the most of a free dinner I guess”, Tyler chuckled, making you feel a lot more comfortable about the situation. “You’d better be hungry because we’re going for the most expensive of everything. Let’s bleed him dry”.
You thought it was hilarious that Hook wanted to take advantage of Dante’s good deed, even if it was plastered in deceit. You wanted to believe he was joking about ordering the most expensive options, but you wouldn’t put it past the man to take the opportunity for the upper hand, and you certainly wouldn’t say no to a good meal.
“I can get behind that”, you took a look at the menu, immediately spotting your choice of weapon. “I think the seventy dollar steak has my name written all over it”.
“That’s the spirit”. Your eyes met in sync and you found yourselves unintentionally exchanging smirks.
“Seriously, though. What steak is that expensive?”
“Good ones”.
“It better be”.
Throughout the night, the two of you - not only having drained your friend’s bank account - had more fun than either ever had before or could ever imagine. You somehow ended up playing footsies under the table and the occasional knee collided with the roof of it, resulting in some snobby couple next to you giving you both disgusted looks, glancing at your legs. They must have thought you were trying to pull off some Fifty Shades Of Grey shit.
You decided to order a sharing dessert platter which was a lot more romantic and cliche than you’d anticipated, which was bizarre for you because you absolutely despised all of the date cliches. They just made you cringe and they got boring after experiencing the same things time and time again.
And why was this time different? Because you were with Hook. You were with Tyler. You knew him and you knew he didn’t give a crap about giving you a bunch of flowers or trying to please you by being someone he’s not. All he cared about was that he was happy, you were happy, and you both were having a great time. That’s all you needed.
After eating one of the chocolate dipped waffle pieces and stopping yourself from moaning in delight at the amazing mouthgasm it gave you, Tyler sent you an amused look.
“What is it?” you asked, licking the chocolate that dripped onto your fingers because you didn’t bother trying to act classy by using one of the skewers. Elegance was overrated.
“You have chocolate all around your mouth”.
You immediately began to lick your lips, imagining how much of a child you must have looked.
“It’s still everywhere”, he snickered at your frustrated face as you tried to lick it all away. How much chocolate could be on your face anyway?
You gave up and reached to grab a napkin when Hook’s hand grabbed your wrist so you couldn’t lift it to your mouth. The entire time, practically peering into your soul.
“What are you doing?” you asked him.
“What would you do if I licked the rest of the chocolate off so you don’t have to?”
You felt your heart thump and you felt it might leap out of your chest, the inflamed feeling of the skin contact on your wrist rapidly circulating around your entire body.
“Didn’t take you to be a guy who’s into food play”. You enjoyed teasing him. He let out yet another low chuckle and released your wrist, you instinctively rubbing the area he was holding, only now realising how tight his grip was and how much you enjoyed it.
“Here”, he said whilst grabbing the napkin you were originally reaching for and wiping the chocolate you’d missed around your mouth. It was sweet. Cliche but sweet.
After finishing your meals, you decided to share a taxi to the hotel you were both staying at, and spent the entire five minute journey talking about how blind you both had been.
“So basically, you’re so cool that I mistook it for you simply not being interested in me?” you asked, finally realising where you’d gone wrong all this time.
“If that’s how you want to see it. I always knew you had a thing for me”.
“Oh fuck off”, you laughed off, playfully nudging his arm. “You were as oblivious as I was”.
“Maybe. But you didn’t make it easy”.
“I didn’t make it easy? Maybe if you’d looked at me every once in a while then you would’ve seen me looking back”.
Tyler set a small smile and wrapped an arm around your middle, pulling you closer, his hand fitting perfectly in the crescent of your waist.
Screw seatbelts, right?
“It doesn’t matter now”, he told you. “And we can thank Dante for that of all people”.
You did feel a little guilty for not believing Dante for all the times he told you that Hook was into you, which sounded like you were back in high school and your friends were gossiping about their latest crush that were ‘totally into them’ - except they weren’t.
“We’re getting revenge on him, right?” you ask.
“Oh, yeah, baby. No doubt”.
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Dante was thrilled that you hadn’t messaged him to get you out of the date with Hook - not that he thought you would once you’d seen who your blind date was. So when Collision came about, he was ready to tease you both and gloat at how right he’d been all along.
The first person he crossed paths with was Hook who was sitting on the steps that led to the backstage entrance to the elevated seating. As per usual, he had his earpods in and was snacking on a bag of chips. He’d probably benefit from going outside once in a while.
He looked to see who had sat next to him, tilting his head upon greeting his friend, Hook’s mind going over the plan you and him had formed at the door of your hotel room before you uh… got to know each other a little more than you already did.
“So…”, Dante began with a sly grin formed upon his face. “Did you like her?”
Hook looked away, scrunching his face in the process. “She was alright I guess. A bit awkward. Personally, not my type”.
Dante’s face dropped, all previous hope completely drained away.
How? He was fucking in love with her the other day. What the hell happened?
“But you said you liked her”.
Hook’s face twisted in confusion. “When did I say that? I’d never even met her”.
Oh no. Oh shit. This can’t be happening.
With a long sigh, Dante’s hands covered and rubbed at his face, hoping that what he thought might have happened, didn’t.
“Please say we’re both talking about Y/N”.
“Y/N? No. The woman you set me up with. What was her name again? Dalia or Delia or something like that”.
An frustrated groan left Dante’s throat and he leaned back, ignoring the jabbing feeling in his back from the stairs.
“I set you up with Y/N, man. What the fuck happened?” He wasn’t shouting, but there was a clear element of bitterness behind his words.
“I wish it was Y/N. At least then my date wouldn’t have tried to call the cops”.
Dante didn’t think his face could fall anymore, yet somehow he managed it. He was speechless. As much as he wished he could get up and leave, pretending none of this happened, he needed to know more.
“Tell me. What. Happened”.
Hook was unfazed by the irritation in his friend’s voice, and he casually continued eating his chips whilst retelling his version of the night’s events.
“Well, you see…”, he started, shuffling to make himself more comfortable. “The waitress took me to the table and I was there for like five minutes, man, and she didn’t turn up”.
Dante rolled his eyes at his impatience but continued to listen to his story.
“So like I turned around and saw a woman sitting at a table by herself so I must’ve been at the wrong table, and I went over to her, tried my best to be the gentleman I am but she was like… being a bitch”.
Yeeeaaahhh Dante didn’t believe that for a second. Hook being a gentleman? Some woman being a bitch for no reason? He wasn’t buying it.
…what did he do to that poor woman?
“And what exactly did you say to this woman?”
“Literally all I said was ‘this is awkward’ and she agreed, asked what I was doing and said her husband would be back any minute. Like, I swear she was alone the entire time I was in the restaurant. If she didn’t want to date me, she should’ve just said rather than coming up with some stupid fucking excuse like she didn’t know who I was”.
There was no way this was actually happening. He wasn’t this stupid… was he?
Dante wasn’t actually sure on that one. He knew he was a quiet, furtive man who usually kept to himself, and that he was incompetent enough to not realise how infatuated you were with him, but was it really that bad that he would harass a random woman in a crowded restaurant? Probably.
“Oh and the whole time I was there? No sign of any husband. Fucking lame excuse”.
Dante rubbed the corners of his eyes hoping he’d wake up from this strange dream he hoped he was having.
“So you left after that, right?” he asked.
“Sort of. After I tried to kiss her”.
The relieved sigh midway through was cut short and Dante thought he might have forgotten how to breathe, but sucked in a breath whilst shaking with anger.
“Why the hell would you try to kiss her if she said she wasn’t interested?!”
“Her story was bullshit, man! I thought she was playing hard to get but she tried to slap me”.
“Tried?”
“Obviously I wasn’t going to take that shit. Bitch was crazy. Where’d you even get her?”
Dante ignored his question - baffled by the complexity of the situation - and asked one of his own.
“And you didn’t see anyone there you knew?”
“Nah, man”.
“Got it”.
He now had a new mission - to find you and ask why you’d bailed out on the date. Hook’s story was far too in detail to be made up, and - in hindsight - he should have expected you to not turn up to the restaurant without any warning.
He didn’t turn back when Hook asked where he was going. He kept walking at his fast pace until he saw you outside the locker rooms, chatting to Anna Jay about God knows what.
He didn’t care. He didn’t care what you were talking about or even if either of you were talking when he walked right up to you and asked, “Why didn’t you go on the blind date?”
You shot him a look of shock and confusion causing Anna Jay to leave the both of you alone, much to your dismay.
“What are you talking about? I did and he didn’t show”. You crossed your arms and leant against the wall behind you, not thrilled at his interruption.
“That’s not possible because the person I set you up with was there and said that you never showed”.
“Well then we must have missed each other because I was there for ten minutes and he didn’t come”.
Dante felt dizzy with the number of times he’d rolled his eyes that day. You and Hook were just as impatient as the other, not bothering to wait a minute longer before declaring the unlikely as fact.
“What, so you just left after that then? Was that it? You didn’t even call me to tell me he wasn’t there?”
“Hey, I was going to wait. Ain’t no way was I going to skip out on dinner. I just got… distracted”.
Dante narrowed his eyes in suspicion. He could tell by the way you bit your lip and averted your eyes that you were hiding something.
“Distracted how?” he asked, slowly. You struggled to hide the smirk that begged to show on your face. You were relishing in the thought of lying through the skin of your teeth to him.
“I may or may not have been given a few… suggestive glances from a man a few tables along from mine, and I may or may not have met him in the restroom, and I may or may not have let him do me in front of the mirror… turns out he was married… ”
This was far worse than what Dante could have imagined, especially after the harassment story he got from Hook before coming here to find you. The both of you were going to get the biggest scolding of your lives and he planned to end the tension between you there and now.
“You had sex with a married man?” You nodded. “Did his wife not try to find him?”
“No. We were gone for like twenty minutes and I don’t even think she got up from the table”.
“But I would’ve thought you of all people wouldn’t stoop to such-”
Dante’s thoughts stopped him in his tracks and all the pieces of the puzzle very quickly came together.
The woman with the missing husband. The harassment. The married man with you for a while. It all made sense now. You must have entered the restaurant first, went to the back with the man, then Hook arrived and bothered the woman so she didn’t have an opportunity to look for her husband, and because he was with you, Hook thought she was lying.
In a twisted way, Dante was satisfied that he managed to solve the mystery like Sherlock Holmes as he now understood where you’d both gone wrong and could empathise slightly with both predicaments. That wasn’t to say he wasn’t utterly infuriated. After all, you were thick as shit and somehow slipped out of each other’s arms once again by some coincidence, but he could work with that now.
Without another word, Dante grabbed ahold of your wrist and began dragging you through the twists and turns of the backstage area, dodging and weaving through the many people rushing to get things ready before showtime. He was focused on his mission like Tom Cruise. He’d acquire many characters trying to pair the two of you together apparently.
You, however, could only think back to that mind-melting moment two nights ago when Tyler had grasped the exact wrist being held now. It was nothing like the grip that gave you that tingly feeling throughout your body, but you could still imagine.
You were pulled into one of the large entry hallways and came to register Dante’s plan when you caught a glimpse of the very person you had just been thinking about sitting on the steps.
So antisocial.
You let out a small yelp when flung in the direction of Hook, but you managed to catch yourself on the railing. Hook, now noticing the both of you, sent out sceptical looks before putting his stuff on the step next to him and pushing himself up to stand beside you.
“Alright”, Dante led, glancing back and forth between you both. “I didn’t think it would come to this, but now we have to talk about how you destroyed some happy couple’s marriage”.
You expertly acted like you didn’t know what he was talking about just so he could keep going to see how long you’d be able to carry the lie out for. Oh, how pleased you were.
“I set this blind date up for the two of you and the fact that you by some means ruined a nice relationship instead and not see how smitten you are for one another is beyond my comprehension. You’re both insufferable”.
“It couldn’t have been that good of a marriage if he was willing to have sex with me”, you chimed in. Why not make it a little worse?
He continued to rant about his own struggles and how he’s tried to help this entire time but neither of you care blah blah blah. In all honesty, you forgot he was talking a few seconds into his rambling.
You felt a touch on the small of your back before curling around your waist like it had done in the taxi and you turned your head, making instant eye contact with Tyler who you’d been texting non-stop since that night. You weren’t officially official by any means, but you could tell you were only a few intimate moments away from it finally happening. You did things that night. Beautiful, magical things.
You reciprocated his affection with your head resting on his shoulder, Dante not having caught on to you as he was too busy pacing back and forth, ranting about how bad he felt for the ‘married couple’ you destroyed.
“This was worth it”, you whispered close to Tyler’s ear. He didn’t meet your gaze but he did break into a small smile.
“This was only meant to be a little matchmaking. How could it go so horribly wrong?” Dante finally turned his attention to yours and Hook’s close proximity. “And here I am freaking out because you’ve fucked up and you can’t even keep your hands off each other… oh… you’re messing with me, aren’t you?”
You gave him a wide smile and nodded, making yourself more comfortable against Hook’s side.
This time when Dante’s face dropped for the millionth time (it had practically fallen on the floor now), it was in shame, disbelief that he actually fell for your lies. It made no sense. He helped you get together and that’s how you repay him? In that moment, he finally accepted that there was no way he would ever understand the way you both functioned.
Hook, taking advantage of the stand-still the three of you were in, slipped his arm away from your waist and intimidatingly strutted toward the Top Flight guy, coming almost nose-to-nose with him. You all knew he was joking when he fisted the top of Dante’s hoodie and said in a low grunt, “Next time you try and fuck with me or Y/N, we can take this to the ring. Understood?”
Oh, that was hot.
You heard the Brooklyn accent in his threat and it drove you crazy; you were melting at his feet with how flustered you were.
“Yeah yeah I get it, man. Don’t worry”, he replied, brushing off his hand. “I’m just happy my plan worked”.
“I’d apologise to you but you did meddle in something that you shouldn’t have”, you told him, pleased you were able to get your own back on him.
“It was either that or wait for you both to get stupidly drunk to confess”.
You squinted and shared a similar look with Tyler. “Actually, I would’ve preferred that”.
Hook nodded in agreement. “Yeah, I probably would’ve been down for that”.
“Why, though? You know what? It doesn’t matter. I won”. He raised his hands in the air and turned to walk out the door before you could say anything more.
In the doorway, Dante thought he might try and edge another word in there and give you a smug ‘your welcome’, but when he turned toward where you two were standing he uh… decided otherwise and gave you some privacy instead.
…
…
…
…you guys were already having a heated make out session.
He wasn’t exactly about to interrupt that. He got people together, not watch them thrive.
Strolling through the ins and outs of backstage, Dante felt sort of lost, like his only source of entertainment whilst waiting for a match or an interview was gone. Who would he set up now?
Then he saw her.
“Hey, Kris!” he called, receiving a warm smile in return. “How do you feel about a certain Orange?”
THE END.
#hook aew#hook x reader#aew#aew fanfiction#hook x you#hook x y/n#hook fanfiction#hook imagine#all elite wrestling#reader insert#dante martin
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nsfw alphabet with hamzah!
cw: uh like everything very nsfw
aftercare- biiiiig aftercare man. he makes sure you’re all good and gets you water. he needs to be HELDDD loves to just lay in your arms after the deed. eventually falls asleep from you rubbing his back
body part- his favorite body part of his is probably his arms. he loves when you hold onto his biceps, it makes him feel all manly lol
he doesn’t really have a favorite for you, he loves it all lol. lives your thighs and hips and if you workout he looooooves your muscles. thinks they’re really hot.
cum- LOVES to cum in you and watch it drip out (slight breeding kink lols) but if you’re not using birth control then definitely in your mouth or on your stomach.
dirty secret- steals your panties. this man is a perv 100% and will steal your panties to jerk off to them. and he acts all surprised when you notice that some pairs have gone missing. he be all like “whaaaat thats wiiilddddd”
experience- he had never had sex before you. he had kissed one girl in high-school but nothing after that so you have to break him in a little
favorite position- looves when you ride him. like lives for it. but if you’re tired that day he doesn’t mind missionary!
goofy- tries to be to calm his own nerves but it just comes across like he’s nervous (which he most definitely is). depends on the day really. if yall are drunk/stoned he is really goofy. always giggling.
hair- he’s well groomed. very conscious about it at first but then he knows you dont rlly care. he doesnt care how shaven you are as long as he gets some ass lol
intimacy- again, he starts off goofy but then hes like “oh they fr want to fuck me” and he locks in😭😭 loves for you to look him in the eye while riding him. also loves to make out while feeling each other up.
jack off- he jerks off regularly but then he meets you and he’s horny 24/7 so he does it wayyyy more often. even before y’all start dating he’s thinking of you and touching himself :((
kink- biiiiiiiiiiig praise kink, but mostly receiving. he needs to be told he’s making you feel good, it makes him 10000% hornier.
location- preferably the bedroom but doesn’t mind car sex. he likes watching the windows fog up lolz
motivation- anything you do. like anything. but usually its when he sees you concentrating on one thing really hard, he pictures that you’re looking at him like that and it gets him all hot and bothered
NO- no gross shit. also doesn’t like tying you down or restricting you.
oral- he’s a munch and i will die on this hill. i’ve said this before but he could spend hours between your thighs. he gets off on it. when he gets head though he’s a crier 100%. constant rambling because it feels too good to keep quiet.
pace- you have to go slow with him the first couple of times so he doesn’t cum too fast :((. it all depends on how fast you want to go tho! he will hang on the edge for hours just for you.
quickie- not big on them. prefers that you take your time
risk- he will freak the freak out if someone catches him subbing. needs people to think he’s manly.
stamina- needs a lil break after but can do 4-5 rounds a night. again, he will sit between your legs for years so he only stops when you’re ready.
toy- loves when you use your vibrator on him. he never thought it would feel so good. also the pervy part of him likes to watch you use it on yourself
unfair- he’s not much of a tease, he’ll give you what you want when you want it. but he loooooves when you tease him.
volume- LOUD. constantly rambling nonsense and cant keep quiet. whimpers when you tease him and MOAAAAANNNNNSSS.
wild card- loves dry humping SO MUCH.
x-ray- a good 6-7 inches. not too much not too little, and he knows how to use it
yearning- he is always ready to fuck dude. before yall start dating he wants you so bad it physically hurts
ZZZ- like i said for the aftercare part, he makes sure you’re taken care of then falls asleep in your arms.
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Slime Guide
The way oooout of the swaaaamp?
Oh gosh. I dunno. I'm just a siiiiiilly slime girl. I'm soooo forgetful.
But heeeeey! I know. If you come iiiiin here and massage my big breasts, I bet that'd help me remember.
Suuuure it would. Slime girls aaaalways think with their tits. Everybody knoooows that.
Mmmm. That's it. Get your hands on my biiiiig... soooooft... boobs.
Mmmm. You're doing suuuuuch a goooood jooooob. I'm feeling muuuuch smarter.
Awww. But are you feeling duuuumber?
Ooooops! Did I forget to mention? The pretty patterns on my biiiig tiiiiits make cuties get soooo forgetful. Sooooo dumb.
But hey! I thiiiiink I remember what you wanted to know noooow. You wanted to know if I'd keep you as my braaaaainless bimbo, riiiiight?
Of couuuuurse you did. Just noooood along.
Goooood boy. Now just siiiiink, silly bimbo.
Siiiiiiink into mistress's tits.
Siiiiiink into my body.
Juuuuust give in like a gooooood duuuuumb bimbooooo shouuuuld...
#brainwashing#mind control#bimboification#mindless#brain drain#mind corruption#hypnosis#hypnotized#slime girl#goo girl#brainless
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Just saw your post abt the NSFW question👁👁
Fandom: Obey Me! , Character: Mammon
A lot of people would assume Mammon is rather vocal. Would you agree and what exactly do you think he says? Praising his partner, or simply whimpering? Maybe even adding some degradation?
oooo good question!
Mammon is tied with Levi for most vocal (except Levi mostly just makes noises, Mammon says actual real words). He starts off talking biiiiig game, all about how “you’re so lucky that The Great Mammon has chosen you” and how “a demon like him could have anyone he wanted; human, demon, or angel!”
But this devolves the closer he gets to his climax. He’ll start sprinkling some backhanded praise in, saying things like “Thats a good human, know your place…”, and then it’ll turn into more genuine encouragement, like “You’re doing so well, just like that”
But by the end? Ooohhh by the end he is a whiny mess!! He’s begging and pleading for you to keep going even though you never once even thought about stopping, he’s just so desperate! That ego he boasts has been completely disregarded as he cries out for you: “Please, please don’t stop! Oh— S-So good! A-Ah—!”
one things for sure though, he has no idea how to shut the fuck up (and we love him for it)
want to participate in my ask game? send me a character + an NSFW question about them!
#obey me#obey me smut#obey me x reader#mammon#mammon obey me#mammon x reader#obey me headcanons#mammon headcanon#mammon headcanons#mammon smut#ask game
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𝔻𝕣𝕒𝕘𝕠𝕟'𝕤 ℂ𝕣𝕒𝕕𝕝𝕖 (Blade x F!Reader x Jing Yuan)
taglist :
@rebeccawinters , @nayukiyukihira , @pix-stuff
(sorry i just knew how to make a taglist--)
PART 4
PART 1 , PART 2 , PART 3
A/n :
this may be a little long since its directly concerning the original plot from HSR. I might slip in a little someone in here, but that's about it since i dont want to stray too far for the sake of character development. And... there wont be much Blade in here.
And since the canon has once again been altered about the cause of Yingxing's death, biiiiig plot twist, some things might not make sense at first, but i'll round things up since it was only barely mentioned about their past :)) do correct me if there are parts that are wrong !!
"He goes by the name...Blade."
As Jing Yuan said that, he looked at her for a brief moment, with a sort of...conflicted emotion in his eyes. It was as if...he was saying something forbidden, a taboo. But (Y/n) decided against questioning more than needed. It wasn't her place after all.
"So...am I allowed in the Seat of Divine Foresight...? Am I not an outsider ?" (Y/n) asked, as she continued to wait next to Jing Yuan. Jing Yuan looked pretty disturbed about the name, so she didn't question him about it.
"Of course you are. I'll just say you're my...hm...companion per say," Jing Yuan said, putting a finger on his chin as he pondered slightly about it. But it didn't seem like he was thinking much about it at all. It was as if those were the exact things he wanted to call her.
"Wouldn't people be curious ?" (Y/n) asked as the Starskiff arrived. "Oh, it's here."
Jing Yuan chuckled as he boarded the Starskiff, putting a hand out for the dragon lady to take. Which she graciously did as she boarded the airship. "Would anyone dare question the General of the Luofu ? I beg to differ." Jing Yuan chuckled again.
"And those who are accepted to roam the archives...know about your state. Some...have even seen you there before." Jing Yuan explained, and (Y/n) looked a little confused as to what he meant by that.
"And, why is that ?" She asked, noticing that he indeed wanted to say something, but stopped in the middle. She turned to look at him, and her eyes widened at the sight.
Jing Yuan, having faltered a little from his flirty nature, was blushing with a fist to his lips before coughing a little. "Because whenever I would go missing from my desk of paperwork, they would come find me there. It's...no secret..."
"I...I see..." (Y/n) said, a small smile on her lips as she looked down to her lap, where her hands were neatly placed. "I'm...glad I wasn't alone in that...room."
A room so dark it was only illuminated by the soft blue glow of the ice flowers that she lay on. A room so cold if it wasn't for the hand that held hers when she woke up.
And before long, the two arrived at the Seat of Divine Foresight, where Jing Yuan promised to intercept a call to the Palace of Astrum. As they walked in, they saw a young boy waiting for someone by the grand table in the far end of the Seat of Divine Foresight.
(Y/n)'s eyes widened at the young boy. He was...beautiful was an understatement. He had straight and silky blonde hair, with matching gold eyes. And as soon as the two entered, he turned to look at them, well, rather Jing Yuan.
"General ! I heard about..." then the young boy's gaze fell upon the woman beside his master, gold eyes widening in surprise. "You...you're that...the ice flower lady..."
"Now, now. Don't scare her, Yanqing. She just woke up today." Jing Yuan said as the two walked through the holographic board game, the Starchess. Then, the general gestured her to the young boy.
"(Y/n), this is my student, Yanqing. Lieutenant Yanqing, Lady (Y/n)." Jing Yuan introduced. And the young boy looked quite...impressed by the lady before him.
"How...did she wake up...?" Yanqing wondered and Jing Yuan chuckled softly at the curiosity of his student.
"Most likely the Stellaron. Now, pardon me, both of you. I must send a holographic figure of mine to the Palace of Astrum." Jing Yuan said as he set up a small device on the ground, hoping the connection will reach the other side of the Luofu. "I've received word from Madam Yukong that the Astral Express, that call themselves the Nameless, have stepped foot onto the Xianzhou, but through a docking port, the Jade Gate, said to be instructed by the Stellaron Hunters."
"The Stellaron Hunters...?" Yanqing said, before looking at his master. "But--" "Shh."
The lion master put a hand up to silence his student as the holographic scene of the Palace of Astrum was in front of them. A foxian lady in oriental-clothing, much like the other Xianzhou natives, who was speaking sternly to a group of...outworlders (it seems, from their clothing).
A few strong words of rejection were said by the green-haired foxian, as small reasonings were given by a man from the opposing team. From what she saw, it seemed like it was the leader of the Nameless, a man wearing glasses who was accompanied by two younger girls.
"You are forbidden from leaving the Sky-Faring Commission until the aforementioned questions have been investigated." said the stern woman.
Jing Yuan chuckled as he stepped into the screen, appearing as a hologram in the side of the other party. "Don't be too harsh, Yukong. If this gets out, the whole galaxy will think the Alliance has forgotten how to treat our guests."
The foxian woman, Yukong, looked a little surprised at the sudden appearance and much needed interruption from her general, stuttering a little.
The general than begun to justify the words said by the Nameless and Yukong, appearing to be quite accepting to the sudden and unannounced arrival of the Astral Express team. It seems...that there is more to it than meets the eye, as (Y/n) thought.
"He's practically using them as bait." (Y/n) sweat-dropped and Yanqing nodded along with her. But he seemed to be quite focused and keen on something Jing Yuan had said.
"Wonderful, it's a deal then. I shall inform Yukong that all intel is to be shared with you and that our best personnel are to aid your search. If there's anything the Sky-Faring Commission and the Cloud Knights could do for you during your stay, please don't hesitate to make it known." Jing Yuan said, and the call concluded.
That was until the telling hologram popped up in the room. A small lady with pink hair pinned up by various hairpins and accessories appeared in front of them. Unlike Yanqing, she wasn't surprised in the slightest at the appearance of the newly awoken dragon lady. Perhaps she had foreseen it with the gem on her forehead...?
Yanqing and (Y/n) listened quietly as the two conversed regarding the issue about Blade and how this Stellaron Hunter escaped from under Jing Yuan's gaze. Upon listening closely, it seemed that (Y/n) was indeed right. The lady before her is none other than the Master Diviner, Fu Xuan.
But to her, it was quite hilarious of how this little lady before her thought so highly of herself, even requesting that Jing Yuan suggest her as his successor once he retires. Perhaps she was tired of standing below him...? Or did she want to prove herself for something ? Or was she just power hungry ?
Perhaps her wit and foreseeing abilities do impress the hearts of many and is a great help with governing the Xianzhou. But that tongue of hers and the way she jumps to conclusions, makes (Y/n) indeed think twice. This lady has got anger issues indeed.
Jing Yuan sighed, before looking at (Y/n) warmly with those eyes of his. "There are three things in the world that I cant seem to rid myself of : the troubles of the Xianzhou, the papers on my desk, and the weeds in my garden."
"General, Diviner Fu wants the general's position for herself. Everyone knows that. Even Lady (Y/n) here would've guessed so by now." Yanqing deadpanned as he told his master. (Y/n) chuckled softly, finding the bluntness of this young man quite amusing for her to see.
"She is very capable, but her intellect is burdened by a quick temper. I'll retire when she's achieved a better balance." Jing Yuan said with a knowing smile to the other two by his side.
"This Stellaron thing is easy. Blade escaped, now we gotta go get him. Just say the word and I'll solve it in a flash." Yanqing said confidently.
"I can understand your impatience and I know you want to prove yourself," Jing Yuan said, turning around to face his student. "Now is not the time. If you truly wish to become a Sword Champion, you shouldn't be running around brandishing your sword at people, especially not a major criminal."
"Tsk, you think I'd lose to Blade ?" Yanqing arrogantly declared, a hand on his chest, as if to prove to his master his worth.
Though (Y/n) did indeed applaud his confidence, she couldnt help but put a hand on his back. "Lieutenant. You must not underestimate your opponents before you meet them."
"Lady (Y/n) is right, I'm saying you need to have patience, Yanqing. Governing Xianzhou is different from a sword fight. The only way to build momentum is to work slowly. Besides, we still don't know who's really moving the chess piece." Jing Yuan advised, gesturing to the holographic Starchess board in front of them.
"There is something we must take care of before making our next move. As long as it remains unsolved, we're at a stalemate. That thing...is the Stellaron." Jing Yuan said, looking at (Y/n) who had woken up due to the anomaly caused by the Stellaron.
And that made her wonder, if the Stellaron has been removed, would she...still be here ? Or would she go back to sleep ? But...she isn't a fragmentum creation, so she wouldn't die, right ?
Only time would tell...
"How did it manage to bypass the Sky-Faring Commission's inspections and the Divination Commission's predictions ? Where is it now ?" Jing Yuan continued to question, those unanswered left hanging in (Y/n)'s mind.
"I say we bring those two Stellaron Hunters before Diviner Fu -- she'll get an answer out of them in no time." Yanqing said, eager to go out and hunt them down. But Jing Yuan shut him down yet again.
"I've asked our friends from the Express to take care of that for us. Worry not, you'll have your moment when the current stalemate is broken." Jing Yuan said again, his back facing the teen as the general walked pacing back and forth.
Yanqing seemed to not listen anymore, feeling quite upset with Jing Yuan's words. It seemed to him that Jing Yuan only viewed him as a child, not as a capable sword master. And as Jing Yuan still talked, trying to comfort the teen, (Y/n)'s eyes widened as Yanqing turned to leave.
She held her hand out to stop him, worry in her (e/c) eyes, but she stopped. She curled her fingers slightly as she let her eyes downcast. Maybe it was best he had some time for himself at the moment...
"You are my most--" "Jing Yuan...Yanqing left..." (Y/n) intervened, feeling a little rude for interrupting. But what use was it to let Jing Yuan keep talking when the receiver had left ?
Jing Yuan sighed. "That boy..." he said, putting a hand on his forehead before placing a hand on (Y/n)'s shoulder. "I suppose it is my fault. I should've given him an opportunity already. 'A sharp sword can't stay sheathed forever', haha..."
(Y/n) looked at him with worried eyes, before putting her own hand on his. Her smaller hand gently contacting his own, as a way to comfort him. "You're worried for him. It's not your fault." (Y/n) said, and Jing Yuan laughed softly, moving his other hand to tuck a strand of hair behind (Y/n)'s ear.
"Should I go after him...? He seemed quite upset..." (Y/n) said softly, looking down to the ground beneath her.
Jing Yuan chuckled, moving the hand that was perched on her shoulder to put a finger beneath her chin, tilting her head up to gaze into his golden eyes. "I'd be grateful if you could console that child, my princess." he said.
"Then, I shall take my leave." (Y/n) said, too concerned for the child to react to his advancements. She politely pulled back, waved at him for a moment, before running off to find the child.
Jing Yuan looked at her figure, and chuckled, his eyes glossy with a longing gaze. "(Y/n) and Dan Jia... are no different from each other. Both of them have always been...so motherly..."
"Jing Yuan ! Jingliu said you guys were ambushed !" A loving voice called out as he closed his eyes.
A figure of a young woman running to hug him, pulling back to inspect him for wounds. Her hands roamed his body, checking thoroughly. Though chronologically she was older, her mental state was not much older than his own as the dragon lady before him aged slower than most of her own kind.
"I'm fine, Dan Jia." he said with a soft chuckle leaving his lips.
Dan Jia smiled and hugged him once again.
"Welcome back, Jing Yuan..."
"Welcome back...Dan Jia..." he whispered.
"I wonder...would you chase after Blade after knowing who he is, or will you stay here with me...?
#honkai star rail#honkai star rail x reader#honkai star rail x you#hsr blade x reader#hsr blade#hsr blade x you#hsr x you#hsr jing yuan#hsr jing yuan x reader#hsr jing yuan x you#blade x reader#jing yuan x reader#blade x you#jing yuan x you
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Lavender Haze
“I uh, I don’t,” he’s stumbling over the words, still not taking his eyes off Simon. “I can’t dance, really.”
“Oh, don't they teach you stuff like that at… royal school?” Simon shoots back, a challenging glint in his eyes that honest to god makes Wilhelm's knee buckle.
Wilhelm winces dramatically.
“Don't fucking remind me… I can give you a really unsexy waltz if that's what you want.”
The laughter bubbling from Simon's throat is worth all the embarrassment Wilhelm feels at the memory of tripping over his own feet at some function.
“Okay, new question: is there such a thing as a sexy waltz?” Simon asks and Wilhelm snorts.
Or: Wilhelm spots the most gorgeous man in a nightclub. He's wearing a lavender shirt that makes Wilhelm's head spin and imagination run wild. And a smile that does things to his heart he's not quite sure what to make of yet.
(rated E, 13.3 k words)
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The very self-indulgent meant-to-be Wilmon club drabble, almost entirely inspired by Omar's shirt at the Lyko event kind of took on a life of its own and became... this.
An AU fic where Wille and Simon meet, flirt, hook up and maaaaybe end up feeling some kinda way about each other, all in a nightclub. Hopefully fluffy and light enough to calm all our pre-s3-nerves <3
biiiiig shoutouts to @iwouldnevergetintofanfic for beta-ing this with so much care and love, to @sillylittleflower for being the biggest hype person over my most ridiculous fic ideas and to @themarsbar for conversations about soft Wilmon intimacy that make me wanna scream and cry and laugh and grin <3
I hope you enjoy the (gay-)clubification of Wilmon!
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Sick Surprise pt. 4 - Eloise The Great!
In which Y/N needs Spencer to watch Eloise for a few hours
Warnings: cursing, cute moments between Spence and Eloisey,
Spencer Reid x fem!reader
Y/N rushed around the apartment, her heels clicking loudly. “Eloise, where did your nappy go?” She called. Spencer was sitting on the couch handing coins to the little girl and she handed them back to him.
“I don know, mommy. You do the clothes machine.” She shrugged, throwing a pin at Spencer’s chest.
He heard Y/N sigh in frustration knowing she was nervous and rushing to leave. “Babe, it’s okay.” He called. “Eloisey and I have got this, right El?” He asked, holding out his pinkie for her.
She wrapped her pinkie around his. “Right.”
Y/N walked back into the living room. She had a job interview for a Special Education company that she was really passionate about. “Do I look like I want a job or do I look like a slut?”
“Mommy, what’s a slut?”
Y/N cringed and bit her lip. “Um… we’ll talk about it later. Go get a cookie.” She nodded. The girl squealed and got off of the couch, running into the kitchen.
Spencer chuckled and stood up. “Spence, I can call a sitter and have them come here so you can leave. I’m sure you have other things to do.” She looked up at him with a serious expression.
He shook his head. “I’m not letting you spend money when this could just be a bonding experience between me and Eloise. I’ll stay with her any time you need me to, okay?”
I am in love with you.
She smiled up at him instead of saying what she was thinking. “Thank you. So much.”
Eloise came running back into the living room with three cookies in her hand. “Eloisey, I said one!” She smiled, shaking her head.
“One is for Spenther. Duh, mommy.” She rolled her little eyes. Y/N giggled.
“May I have one, Ms. Sassy?” She asked, bending to be at eye level with the girl. Eloise held the cookie up to her lips and Y/N took it between her teeth and stood back up. “I love you, sweet girl.” She smiled.
“I love you, mommy!”
She looked at Spencer. “She’s gonna tell you she wants pizza. She hates pizza. Don’t get pizza.” She nodded.
Spencer smiled. “I won’t get pizza.” He shook his head.
“Do get French fries. She looooves French fries.” She nodded. “There’s some in the freezer but if she somehow magically gets you to buy French fries, she only needs a small ‘cause she won’t eat anything more.”
Spencer stepped forward, Y/N backed up her hand on the door. “Okay.”
“A-and no more cookies until she’s had real food and a piece of fruit.” She told him. Her voice was fast and a little nervous. “And if you need to put her down for a nap, make sure to turn on the star lamp on her dresser. Oh! And if you leave her in the kitchen unattended, she’ll get out the shredded cheese and like sprinkle it all over the f-“
“Y/N, Y/N.” Spencer placed his hands on her shoulders. She stopped talking and looked up at him. “You need to go. I’ve got this, I promise. If I need anything I swear I’ll call you.”
She nodded and stood on her toes to kiss him. “Thank you so much for this.”
I love you
“You’re welcome.” He kissed her back. “Now go. Good luck.”
Y/N smiled. “Good luck to you.” With that, she left the apartment and Spencer and Eloise alone.
.•.•.•.•.•.•.
Y/N had only been gone for ten minutes and Eloise was already screaming. “Pwease, I want a cookie!” She cried, producing no real tears.
Spencer shook his head. “E-Eloise your mommy said no more cookies until after you eat lunch. Do you want some French fries?” He asked, following her into the kitchen.
Eloise stomped her feet on the ground. “No fwies! I want a cookie, pwease!” She cried again.
Spencer sighed. “Eloise, how about for every bite of a sandwich I make you, you get 1 cookie?” He said, getting down to her level.
She narrowed her eyes at him and crossed her arms. “Fine but I want a biiiiig sandwich.” She nodded.
Spencer tilted his head. “Then every 3 bites you take you get a cookie, sound good?” He held his pinky out and waited for her to wrap hers around his.
She hesitated for a mommy before doing it and going to the designated Eloise chair. It was literally one of the set of chairs that Y/N had bought with the table but painted purple and pink because Eloise wouldn’t sit in it unless it was her favorite colors.
Y/N told Spencer that for as long as she was living with her, she would sit in that chair. She would even take it when she moved out.
Anyway, Spencer started to make Eloise’s sandwich and he heard her turn on her tablet and start singing along with the kids music that immediately started playing.
He smiled and danced a little glancing back at Eloise. She was wiggling in her chair too and clapping her little hands.
A few minutes later, Spencer managed to get a sandwich together for Eloise. It wasn’t a big sandwich at all but it just seemed that way to the little girl.
“Get those cookies ready, mister.” She narrowed her eyes at him as she took a bite. Spencer nodded and walked towards the pantry to grab the cookie jar out.
He sat down in front of her and opened the jar. “Okay, two more and you’ll earn yourself a cookie.” He nodded with a smile,
She took two more big bites and smiled at him with her mouth open as she was chewing. He tried not to show the disgust on his face as he took a cookie from the jar and set it on the table.
“All right, here’s one.”
Five minutes later, Eloise had a total of three cookies. She sighed and looked down at the half sandwich she still had left. She picked it up and held it in front of Spencer’s face. “You can have the rest. Not bery hungry anymore. You’re hungry?”
Spencer shrugged. “I’m a little hungry. Thanks, Eloisey!” He obviously wasn’t going to eat after a three year old so he just smiled as she grabbed her cookies and climbed out of her chair.
.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.
Man hour later is when shit really hit the fan. “Eloise, you can’t draw on the walls.” He said, standing and watching her hold a red marker. She was facing the wall with the tip of the marker centimeters away from it.
She turned her head. “But why!?” She asked, her attitude shining through.
Spencer tilted his head. “Because mommy will have to clean it all up. And that will make mommy really tired.”
Eloise furrowed her brows. “Will mommy still play with me when she tired?”
The man shook his head pressing his lips together. “Nope. Mommy will also be very mad at us.”
She sighed heavily and threw the marker to the ground. “Why are you calling her mommy? She’s my mommy not yours.” She crossed her arms.
Spencer furrowed his brows but shook his head. “Okay, Eloise I think it’s nap time.” He nodded.
The girl tightened her fist and her face scrunched up. She took a deep breath in. “No. I don’ wanna nap.” She shook her head.
Spencer sighed. “Uh, okay. What do you want to do?”
.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.
“Introducing… Eloise the great!” Spencer shouted as he held his arms in front of the little girl.
The girl pressed her hands to her hips and smiled at absolutely nothing, pretending it was a crowd of people. She had a shiny black cape on and a big top hat. Spencer had on a pink tutu and a red scarf.
“Fank you to my mamazing assistant, Fluffy Brains!” She began to cheer for him as if she was an audience member. She looked at Spencer. “You have to say what I tode you to say.” She whispered.
Spencer nodded. “Oh— okay.” He smiled. “Now, Eloise the great will preform the magic-tastical levitation trick!”
She giggled. “An’ we gonna pretend that I did the twick and everybuddy was wike ‘wow’, otay?” She nodded at Spencer.
He chuckled and nodded. “Orrrr…” He paused. “I Can preform the magic-tastical levitation trick.”
“What’s dat— ahhh!” She giggled as Spencer picked her up and started to run around the house, shaking her in every direction.
She was in a fit of giggles and squeals. Her face was lit up with pure joy and happiness and Spencer could tell that they were becoming attached to each other.
.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.
Another two hours later, Spencer held Eloise in his arms as she slept to the sound of Number Friends on TV.
Spencer was reading a book and he put it down when he heard the lock on the door click. Y/N stepped inside quietly and looked around.
Her eyes landed on Spencer and Eloise on the couch and she immediately smiled. “Awwwww.” She hummed, setting her purse down by the door. She took off her shoes, not bothering to put them up. She stalked over to the couch and sat down next to them.
“Was my baby tired?” She whispered, pushing hair behind her daughter’s ear. Spencer nodded and looked around at all the toys on the floor.
“After a whole two hours of playing, yes. She was very tired.” He chuckled softly.
“How was she? Did she give you any trouble?”
He thought about saying yes but there wasn’t honestly anything Spencer thought was trouble. “Nope. She was perfect.” He smiled.
“Is she wearing a cape?” Y/N asked, examining her three year old.
Spencer chuckled. “Oh god, wait till she tries to sell you tickets to her magic show.”
Y/N raised her eyebrows. “What’s the price of admission?” She asked.
Spencer hummed. “A cookie for her and a kiss for me. Since I’m the assistant and all.” He shrugged.
She smiled. “Mm, I guess I’ll pay half of it now.” She smirked, leaning in slowly to capture her lips with his.
He kissed her back immediately before she pulled away after a short while. Eloise stirred in Spencer’s arms. Y/N sighed. “I’ll go take her to—“
“I’ve got her, baby.” Spencer nodded. “Just sit back and relax a bit, okay?”
I am so totally in love with you.
She smiled and nodded. He scooted off the couch and carried Eloise to her room. He came back out and sat down next to his girlfriend. She leaned her head on his shoulders. “Thank you for staying with her today.” She spoke suddenly.
Spencer kissed her head. “Any time.” He smiled.
She squinted her eyes and realized what her boyfriend was wearing.
“Spence, why are you wearing a tutu?”
“Well, you see…”
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Yesssssss
They’re so cute omg! Send request for this series in my ask box, comment or message!!
Love ya bunches ❤️❤️❤️
#spencer reid#spencer fluff#spencer reid imagine#spencer reid smut#criminal minds imagine#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid x original female character#criminal minds#spencer x oc#spencer x reader
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ur schlatt x tummy!reader made me FERAL.. what about reader who loves schlatts tummy and thighs!!
anon. you read my mind. oh my god.
because yes. you absolutely adore his body. no questions asked.
you always like to put a hand on his thighs especially if he's sitting down. his skin is so soft and so squishy aaaaa you can't get enough ):
laying your head on his thighs <3333 omg <3333
"you comfortable down there?"
"always."
wanting to sit on his lap all the time just bc you wanna be closer to him <3 and also just bc his thighs are so nice under you <3
i could write a whole essay about how obsessed you are with his tummy bc.........
you love grabbing it :) like it's just so pretty!! and squish!! and so uniquely him <3
reaching underneath his shirt just to feel it barking furiously
you love laying on his chest too, it's so comfortable <3 tracing little patterns all over his pecs and downward, leaving a hand on his tummy when you fall asleep and him placing his hand over yours. omg.
it makes him feel so good seeing you loving his body :( like :(
j schlatt you are the prettiest man on the planet im so serious.
QUICK APPRECIATION POST FOR HOW HE LOOKS IN THAT SUIT!! GOD he's so stunning wearing that omg like he fills it out so nicely and you just love it whenever he wears it for a fancy streamer event or whatever <3
(mind always goes to THAT gamersupps ad cuz UGH)
grabbing his tie and placing a hand on his chest and he's just putty in your hands.
always asking for your approval whenever he dresses up in different garb than his usual sweatshirt/shorts and you always have to tell him he looks so good <3 bc he does <3
his biceps his biceps his biceps :D (im a biiiiig biceps gal so ofc i obsess unhealthily over them akdfjfjfng)
you always find some excuse to grab them and squeeze, they're just so grabbable and lovely and im lovesick okay. i love arms and i love his arms <3 and when he wears tighter t-shirts? woof. ur done for.
also u love how broad his shoulders are, naturally. idk how to explain it but ughhhh he's so BIG. and it's EVERYTHING TO you. you love it so much <3
this last part's for my fellow plus-sized besties btw
tummies touching when you hug <333333 oh my god i just need it so bad a hug from that man would fix me fr
anyway yeah alexa play that i need a big boy song by sza <3 need him so badly.
#jschlatt x reader#jschlatt fanfiction#jschlatt imagine#jschlatt x you#schlatt x reader#jschlatt x y/n#jschlatt fluff#jschlatt fic#schlatt fluff#sry if this makes less sense my brain goes haywire thinking about how beautiful this man is
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you hate remus lupin, and he hates you. what happens when you get stuck in a lift together?
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𖦹 IOU!!!!!
𖦹 enemies to ??
𖦹 fem!reader
𖦹 guys srry this is so short :<
𖦹 BUT biiiiig progress is about to be made in the next chapter
𖦹 also thank you all for waiting so so long for this. lobe u all <33
𖦹 i did not proofread this bc i'm lazy ⎝(ˊᗜˋ)⎠
𖦹 taglist form!!! (hopefully this one works ToT)
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𖦹 613
masterlist / breather << pt. 10 -- IOU >> wedding
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"Happy one-month anniversary!" Remus walks up to you, and you look at him with a puzzled expression.
"Anniversary?"
"We've been friends for a month!" In his stretched-out hand is a flower. Your favorite kind.
. • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆
"They're my favorite flower," You sighed dreamily, staring at the vase in the hotel lobby.
"Yeah?" He asks with a flushed face—he's had a couple too many drinks.
"Yeah. There's something so beautiful about them. I can't quite put my finger on it."
"There doesn't need to be a reason," He slurs, "You can just love them because they're lovely."
"I suppose I can," You shrug.
. • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆
"I remember you said they were your favorite," He rubs the back of his neck, "And I wanted to celebrate."
"Thank you, Remus." You smile, and he blushes when your fingertips brush as you grab the flower.
"You see those two?" Sirius whispers to Harry, who intently watches him with big, green eyes, "They're friends now. For the past month, they've been friends. They even hung out once by themselves." Harry smiles and claps, squealing with joy. It catches your attention, and you walk over to the young baby.
"Oh, someone's happy," You coo, ruffing up his hair, "So smiley!" You pinch his cheeks.
"Stop trying to steal him from me!" Sirius whines.
"I'm not stealing him from you," You turn back to Harry, "I'm just showing him all the love he deserves," You tear up when he stares into your eyes. Just such a precious baby born from love and care. You hope it will be the same way when you have a baby. And then you realize that you're still young, and you have nobody to have a baby with, and you shouldn't be having these thoughts right now!
But then you look back into his eyes, and he giggles and reaches in your direction. He wants to be held. Sirius swoops him up before you can, "That's enough of that!" He sneers, "Harry is mine, not yours."
"He's actually mine." Lily smiles as she walks up to her boy. "Hello," She coos, "Who's the cutest in the world?" She asks, taking her child from Sirius's hands, "You are!" She boops him on the nose, and Harry giggles.
"You find that funny?" She asks, tapping his nose again. He giggles harder, and you swear he's the happiest baby in the entire world.
"He's cute, isn't he?"
The voice sends a shiver down your spine, "You scared me!" You playfully hit Remus on his shoulder.
"Sorry," He laughs, "Promise I didn't mean to."
"You're cruel, Lupin."
And he fears he's right back at the start. You're calling him Lupin—you haven't called him Lupin since… since your feud.
But then you smile at him, and he swears it's like the sun is shining in his face; he is blinded by your beauty, and he knows you're joking.
"Got you a little scared there, did I, Remus?"
"You say my name so nice." He breathes out.
"Remus," You test, and he sighs, "I have a question for you."
"Shoot."
"I'm going to use my 'IOU,' okay?"
Remus nods, "Lay it on me."
"Will you be my date to Marly and Cas's wedding?"
"Uh..." Remus's hand goes to the back of his head, and as he scratches, he feels his heart explode. Yes, he will be your date for a wedding. He will be your date anywhere, anytime.
"It's okay if not," You scramble out, "I understand."
"No! No, I'll be your date," He smiles gently, "I'd love to be your date."
"Really?" You smile, and Remus swears you've illuminated the room.
"Of course."
"They are in love," Lily whispers to Harry, who nods importantly.
EEEEEKKKKKK
again, sorry this is so short, but i promise next one is going to have some big stuff!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 - 𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐱 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1400
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: fluff, fluff, FLUFF!, maybe mention of surgery?, reader is still a little high on medication lmao
𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: emergency, i repeat, emergency. our beloved @maladaptive-day-dreams is recovering from surgery and has asked me for this. i hope this helps with your recovery? <3 i wrote this in a biiiiig rush because i wanted you to have something asap so be prepared for that lmao sorry
nancy had rushed to your apartment the minute you had called her to let her know that you were back home.
this, the calling, had only worked because the two girls had made a plan for you to follow once you would get back home.
your face was all swollen and talking was already painful.
so, nancy had urged you to just call her. she told you you wouldn't have to do any talking at all, just sit there and wait for her to pick up.
once she had answered the phone, you did mumble a weak "nance" but your girlfriend was quick to cut you off.
"you're home sweetheart?" she coed softly.
"hmh" you had nodded your head too, a weak and uncoordinated gesture that nancy couldn't see through the speaker.
"it's okay, it's okay" nancy assured "i'm practically on my way already, alright? just wait a minute and I'll be there"
you knew she had told you not to speak but you couldn't help yourself, maybe because of the remains of the drugs that were still running through your system. either way, you mumbled:
"robbie...?"
nancy on the other end just chuckled and you would've sworn to see the smile on her lips.
"oh honey, robin is still at work. but I'll call them and let her know to come over right away once her shift is over okay?"
this was, ultimately, how you ended up in the current situation.
you're laying on your couch, trying to nap out both the pain and the leftovers of the medication when you hear the front door falling shut.
one hand is laying against your temple, though this is not where your face stings when nancy comes walking in.
"ow, y/n" she says and stops in the doorway to the living room.
"what?" you try to speak. your cheeks are red and swollen and you know from the short time you spent in the bathroom that it is red too.
"you look so cute" nancy adds and walks towards you.
"you think my suffering is cute?" it is hard to understand you, with the gauze pads that are stuffed over the surgery wounds in your mouth but nancy does anyway.
the brunette kneels down on the floor next to you to get a better look at the situation. she smiles and presses a kiss to your forehead while she whispers:
"of course not, but you do look really sweet like this"
you pout and nancy chuckles.
"oh baby" she covers her mouth to oppress the laughter "i'm sorry, but that's just how it is"
she gets up and moves your legs up so she can sit down as well. her hands rest on your knees when she leans back on the couch and watches you through her blue doe eyes.
"seriously though, how are you feeling? how was the surgery?"
"terrible" you manage and drop your head back dramatically "can you believe they took my teeth...?"
"well, toothless" nancy claps her hands together "you're lucky i'm here because i-"
she gets up again and strokes your hair out of your face right before pressing another kiss to your forehead.
"-will be taking good care of you, okay?"
and then, while she gently brushes her fingertips over the bride of your nose with a smile, she adds.
"you're super brave you know that?"
you look up at her. you can't help but find that she looks a bit funny like this, upside down, with her breath puffing against your skin warmly. but you don't tell her that.
instead, you press down onto her nose with your index and giggle.
"oh someone is still high on medication, huh?" nancy laughs. "it's alright. it'll pass and besides, i'm here now yeah?"
you nod your head again, just as uncoordinated before and your girlfriend jumps to her feet.
"alright, let's see what i brought for you, okay?" she turns but your whining makes her turn on her heel.
"don't leave" you say and add your best puppy-dog eyes.
"i'm not leaving, just walking over to get my bag"
still, even though it is only for a minute, it feels too long. once she has returned, you cling to her hips while she runs you through the movies she has brought and the wisdom teeth removal friendly food she has found in her fridge on the way.
"not yet" she reminds you when she catches you staring at the yogurt with wide, hungry eyes.
you end up curled up on the couch against nancy. she has wrapped you up in blankets and pillows and is now sitting behind you with both arms around your body.
she is occasionally leaning forward to make sure you're still up while the movie you have chosen is playing in the background.
and while you are sleepy, you offer her little smiles whenever her face appears in the corner of your eyes to show that you're still up.
her hands sit on your hips in a comforting manner and nancy kisses the back of your head gently every now and then all while whispering sweet nothings into your hair.
"you're so brave, you know?" she breathes and you hum in response. "you managed that surgery so well and-"
the front door falls shut again and both of your heads turn in the direction of the hallway to find robin practically sprinting into the living room.
she is still in her family video suit and her short, strawberry-blonde bob is all messy. she must've run all the way from the store down to your apartment, judging by the way she leans over her knees and pants while looking at both of her girlfriends cuddled up together.
"hi there" she says and waves at you from where she's still standing.
"robbie!" you call out happily, immediately wincing from the pain of jumping up like that and calling out to her.
you simply can't help yourself, being surrounded by both of your best girls now.
she walks towards you and smiles.
"i came as quickly as possible" she points over her shoulder with her thumb "but there were like so many people out there somehow and i'm not the best runner. i'm the worst actually, so-"
"robin" nancy smiles. she loves the other girl's rambles, but you're obviously growing impatient and she nods in your direction with her chin.
"oh yeah" robin nods "of course."
her gaze turns to you and an adoring smile flashes over her face when she catches the first glimpse of your swollen face.
"look at you" she smiles and stops in front of you "did nancy take good care of your?"
you nod your head a couple of times and nancy chuckles behind you.
robin then turns to look at the tv.
"oh my god, star wars?! without me? seriously?"
she looks down at both of you in disbelief.
"hey" nancy laughs "our post-surgery baby wanted to watch it. you can hardly get mad at her now, can you?"
robin looks at you again, as if to make sure but then joins nancy in her laughter.
"of course not"
she bends over and gives nancy a quick peck on the lips before kissing your forehead as well.
"unfair" you grumble and cross your arms.
"don't worry" nancy assures "once you're healed we're gonna make up okay baby?"
"you better" you cross your arms over your chest and robin smiles.
"oh we will" she squeezes your hand.
you spend the rest of the day curled up between your girlfriends. they take turns in holding you, since the couch won't fit 3 people, until your eyes threaten to fall shut.
that is when you move away from the tv and into your bedroom. they help you change and switch the pads out in your mouth before laying you down gently.
you're a little squished between both of their bodies but you don't mind as long as they're just close to you.
when you wake up in the next morning, the pain is still there but your head feels less dizzy. the smell of coffee lingers upon your apartment and, as you make your way out of your bedroom, you're greeted by the lovely sight of nancy and robin preparing breakfast.
they turn when they hear you lean against the doorframe and beckon you over.
you know today is gonna be better when they both wrap their arms around you and pull you in a comforting hug.
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Cast reaction to MC going pspspsps at them-
✦゜ANSWERED: KGDBKGGJSGH I giggled a bit
Ren
"...Y-Yeah?" Immediately, Ren's head pops out from behind the doorframe as he happily bounds his way towards you. You can practically feel the sunshine radiating off of him as soon as he gets close enough. "Did you call me?"
Moth
"Wait, your landlord let you get a cat?" They laugh from the other end of the screen. "I mean... Now that I think about it, it might help with the rat problem you've got going on."
Violet
She gives you a faux glare as she crosses her arms and leans against the table. "Very funny, petal. But I'm holding a spray bottle right now... And you've got ten seconds to run."
Elanor
"O-Oh, wait! Please don't-" At that, two of Elanor's cats wake up from their sun nap and stretch in your direction. "Aww, I was about to take the perfect photo too..."
Conan
He hears your call and simply tilts his head in your direction. "Did you bring home another pet? You're far too kind for your own good., sweetheart."
Jae
"C'mere! C'mere Toto! Come on! Come here!" Playing along, Jae pats his knees and sends you a bright smile. Once you reach up and pull him into a casual embrace, he lets out a laugh. "Biiiiig stretch!"
Leon
"Ooh, did 'ya find a cat?" He's immediately rushing to your side and looking over your shoulder. "A kitty? ...No? You just wanted to call me over? Hahaha! Welp, looks like it worked!"
Teo
He blinks. Then he blinks again. A deep sigh falls from his lips as Teo sends you a deadpan look. "You askin' me to knock a vase over? Because I'm tempted to."
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biiiiig huntlow dump because i had a moment!!! i just!! think they're neat!!! that first photo is half a conversation bc i'm not very good at dialogue. the rest is just silly doodles to make up for the angst,,, of course captions are underneath!
Page 1
Willow: It was really hard to see you lie so still, I'll admit that. But your pain is what's most important here, Hunter. I want to be here for you, if you'll let me.
Hunter: ...
Willow: I know its not a consolation to you and I'm being so selfish right now, but I'm so glad you're alive, Hunter. I'm so so glad.
Willow: I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. -Sob-
Hunter: B-but I don't d-deserv-
Willow: Don't. You do. You absolutely do.
Page 2
(Pointing to Hunter) Trying horned-rimmed glasses
Willow: You know, there's that Cosmic Frontier movie in theaters! You wanna go to a showing?
Hunter: Yeah! Sounds great! <3
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Cheese!
--
Willow: C'mon! Let's go check it out!
Hunter: It says no trespassing!
Willow: A quick look won't hurt!
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(Pointing to Willow) Carrying him over puddles :)
Willow: You good?
Hunter: Haha yeah!
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Willow: THANK YOU HUNTER! I missed aloe juice since we came back home! I really appreciate you going back to Camila's to get me some!
Hunter: Ha ha it's no trouble!
Willow: THANK YOU! (Squeaky toy noise)
Hunter: Oh! Haha! Wow! Yippee!!
Page 3
(Pointing to Hunter) Addicted to sweets and treats
(Pointing to Mote) Mote :)
(Pointing to Willow) Holds said treats for him.
Willow: Oh! The Bonesborough Brawlers won 5 to 3!
Amity: Why... why didn't she make him change...
Gus: Let him live Amity.
Luz: Look! Claire's is this way!
Matt: I thought we were going to Hot Topic?!
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Willow: Oh! Hunter's here!
Willow: (Loudly) HIIIII HUNTER!! Omg this is a library Willow
Willow Vision: Pointing to all of the hearts surrounding Willows view of Hunter; he is poked by an arrow labelled "Easily embarrassed"
Willow: (Whispering) Sorry! Hiiiii Hunter!
Luz: omg You have it so bad. C'mon or we'll be late to class! Hee hee You can stare at him later!
Page 4
Oh how time flies...
Willow: Oh! Is that your fursona? Looks cool!
Hunter: ... I have feelings for you.
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Very small doodles of Lumity, Gustholomule, and Huntlow
Willow: Wait for us!!
Page 5
A more canonical moment of stress
Hunter: And so Chief Engineer O'Bailey went to Captain Avery and demanded for him to beam him back to the planet to save the blah blah blah blah Wow! Sounds crazy!
Hunter: Do you want to watch the episode with me after school?
Willow: Sure! <3
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Darius: You staying for dinner, Park?
Willow: If that's okay!
Hunter: Yeah! We can watch the latest episode after!
Willow: Thanks for having me!
Hunter: ♡ O-Oh! No problem! ♡
SIIIIIIGH ♡♡♡
Darius: Time to do your homework, Romeo. You'll see her tomorrow.
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\ (^°^) / could I request cg! Hobie? maybe with reader who doesn't get super little?
i couldn't find many rules on requesting so I hope this is okay 🥰
This is absolutely okay honey ! Thank you for the request my love ! I hope I got what you meant 🥹
𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫 . . .
𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Hobie 'Spider-Punk' Brown x fem ! lil ! reader
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 (?): None. If I missed any, pls warn me !
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: A not too little reader who loves to play with Hobie !
The city was quiet for the first time in God knows how long, all you could hear was the rain drops falling in the window and you and Hobie decided to spend a day playing together and doing some other activities! What could be better than a rainy day relaxing with daddy?! Exactly, nothing !
"Wow honey look at that! You're so smart I envy you!" Hobie said as he looked to the puzzle of 30 pieces that both of you were doing. You gave him a biiiiig smile and that made him so happy because he loves to give you the attention you wanted and he loved to pass the time with you relaxing. "Could you teach me how to be so smart like you?"
You giggled at his words, putting another piece in the puzzle. "No daddy my smartness is just mine!" You laughed as he pretended to be offended by your words, putting his hand in his chest. "Oh my! I think I'm gonna have a heart attack... My sweetheart doesn't love me anymore! Huh! Did you hear that? Is that a sound of giggles I hear?" He looked at you like he was spooked, making you stop laughing and look at him confused. "That's your giggle I hear! Do you know why? Because I'm the tickle monster! Rawr!"
He attacked you with tickles, making you squirm and laugh in the floor of the living room trying to escape from his tickles. "Hihihi daddy please!" You tried to grab his hands, but he was bigger than you and stronger than you, so it didn't affect him. "I just stop if you promise you'll teach me how to be smart!"
And of course, you agreed. But who said you really teach him? You two just hugged the rest of the day watching cartoons and enjoying each other company for a good time <3
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- festive season hcs
with a little twist;)
suna rin , kuroo tetsurou , atsumu miya, osamu miya , sakusa kiyoomi
! lots n lots of fluff, mentions of food / eating , curse words ,i think i said the word assault, probably time skip spoilers,spoilers as to whether santa is real or not, alcohol mention in both the miyas’ part!
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r suna !
• honestly just does what u’d wanna do cus he isn’t suuuper into decorating or anything
•if ur like that too then your christmas is rly mellow. u guys put up the christmas tree and get eachother gifts, play in some snow n take cute pics but that’s pretty much it
•lots of christmas movie cuddles though ,, sees it as an opportunity to just be close with u
• he would want a fire place hang out session. u guys find every single pillow in the house n pile it in front of the flame ( safe distance . dw ) and make some hot coco. at first you guys are just in silence, then rin may start a conversation by saying something about how “ y,know, my sister would’ve loved this kinda thing, ‘wanna visit her soon,”
•honestly only holds it dear to him because he loved watching his sister grow up and open presents with a look of pure joy on her face </3
• EXCELLENT GIFT GIVER. ALSO GOOD AT HIDING THEM
•gets u guys matching scratchy sweaters n urs has a little kitty w a santa hat on it
•his has a tree and a biiiiig star on the top with a smiley face on it
•if u suggest , he’d have a BALL making cookies w u . there’s flour everywhere, he’s flung the dough at u in little balls , he’s licking his lips to make sugar stick to it and then kissing you all over
• eventually when they’re made he eats them and then proceeds to look at u in the eye and say they taste like the sound of ur laughter cus u guys were having fun while making them
•keeps eating but then realises how fucking cheesy that was n looks at u, n ur just like 😦
•never ever lives it down
•his ig highlight of u has like +50 new pics of u guys making cookies, waiting for them to bake n then him eating them
•you had to slap him like three times to make sure he didn’t eat the dough
• “ idc about solomon or whatever is in the eggs, life is short”
•he doesn’t get ‘solomon’ thankfully
•the night before you come home from work to see this unreasonably large pile of gifts under the tree that wasn’t there when u left
•n of course u still had urs hidden cus rin is annoying and would open them if he so much as smelt the wrapping paper
•so he comes n finds u and goes “ before you say anything, i know i can’t wrap for shit “ and ur like??? but when u look closer you see it.
•the paper is crumpled beyond your wildest dreams, theres rips covered up with tape and a lot of tiny bows to cover the rest that were a little too big
•honestly , a for effort
• you guys go to sleep in the ugly sweaters and when you wake up rin isn’t there anymore
•you go downstairs n he’s doing smth in the kitchen
•you sneak up behind him and he’s making those cute santa head pancakes with the banana beard
•they were so good
•b4 u open gifts he stops u n he’s like i wanna give u one myself first
•n it’s this tiiiny little box. fits in ur palm
•u open it and there’s a fucking zip tie on it so u struggle for like five minutes b4 getting scissors to cut it
•and u open it up, and it’s a gorgeous little ring
•with sapphire ( to match his eyes, he later explains ) in the middle
• you inspect it and you see “ because we are my favorite gift i’ve ever received “ scrawled beautifully into the metal of the band
•he smiles at the stupid look on ur face and goes “ i know marriage isn’t a thing we want right now, so a promise ring is the next best thing.”
•he has a matching one with a stone that holds your eye colour too
•told u he was good at gifts 🤷🏽♀️.
t kuroo !
•oh my god
•the tree is up in mid november and he’s already humming along to christmas music as he’s making lunch for u
•BEGGED U to paint little christmas trees or bobbles ( what do u guys call them, ornaments, i have no idea ) on his nails- will tell everyone at the office about how , “ my baby did them for me, aren’t they so festive ?”
•if you tell him it’s early he’ll scoff directly at u and go “ it’s never to early to be festive , you little grinch incarnate”
•you don’t miss the way he smiles at u lovingly when ur whistle along to his corny , crappy christmas music
•cue kuroo attempting to hit a mariah carey high note in ‘ all i want for christmas is you ‘ and bowing when he’s done like he didn’t just assault your ears
•you clap anyway cus he looks proud
•buys peppermint sticks n sucks on them randomly and will stick them in ur face. his speech is slurred with spit and by the candy as he says ,” bite “ but he TRICKS U and keeps it in his mouth so u can kiss him
•buys u corny matching christmas shirts with the shittily printed words on them
• FORCES u to wear them too
•he has these rly cute reindeer sockies and he slides around on the hard wood floors when he hears ,” it’s a holly , jolly christmas !” come from the radio, he almost fell directly onto his ass. he says he saw his life flash before his eyes
•when christmas eve rolls around you guys leave out milk n ( shop bought ) cookies for santa . u pretend that u didn’t notice him out of ur arms at 3am, n that u didn’t hear him almost drop the cup trying to wash it
•when u wake up he’s STARING at u like the fucking weirdo he is and he’s like gm bae and ur like bro fuck off holy shit
•you guys brush ur teeth, shower ( he didn’t wanna ) and go down
•you both left the presents there beforehand but he’s still so excited lol
•you’re opening up a present with some clothes folded and you feel smth hard
•it was a round box of reddish velvet
•you glance at him with a raised brow and he takes it from u, asking u to stand up. u obviously tell him to piss off but he eventually convinces u to stand
•he’s now on one knee and ur like ??? TETSUROU
•he opens the box n it’s a pretty simple silver band with a diamond in the middle
• he takes in the way ur eyes well up and ur lip wobbles, eyes searching his to make sure this isn’t a joke. he assures u it isnt.
• “ but tetsu -“
“ i wanna spend my life with you, baby,” his voice lowers to a whisper,” if you’ll have me, god i’d love if you’d have me. i’m already so blessed to be with you, i can’t imagine what it’d feel like to have you forever.”
• I WILL NOT FUCKING CRY
• you accept OBVIOUSLY
•you spend the rest of the day toying around with y’all’s gifts n making phone calls to his dad, grand parents, your parents and friends about the proposal
• “ damn, u fr stuck with him now ” - kozume , 2022 ( or whenever idc leave me alone )
•yalls fav christmas. he has a polaroid in his phone case from that day, the date messily written in sharpie and a lipstick stamp of your own on the side.
a miya !
•bye
•stop immediately
• “BABY DO YK WHAT DAY IT IS?”
“ ,, thursday ?”
“ITS THE FIRST OF DECEMBER.”!!!3;£&:92;£&:2@!!!!!”
•the entire team knows that atsumu LOVES christmas because who doesn’t like a festive for gifts, good food and movies ? crazy people .
•never lets osamu breathe cus they have christmas dishes at the restaurant and “ as your brother, you gottaaaaa let me try it first .”
•drags u along too but samu doesn’t mind cus ur nice
•comes up to u randomly and goes “ there’s *insert number* days left til christmas, babes, can you BELIEVE IT???!”
•however if the topic sticks too long he starts getting emotional and saying how he’s already spent another year with you, and it still feels like a couple weeks because the relationship is ‘ so timeless’ , how he’s gonna spend the rest of his years with you
•he did cry until u calmed him down lol
•if ur into baking he will FLIP OUT and say how that’s so cool, and he’ll watch u baking. asks “ what’s that for? “ every few minutes n be your personal spoon licker
•lots of huggles by the fire and spilt hot coco
•gets extra clingy bcus it’s cold ):
•rly likes the smell of ginger bread n got u a lotion that’s scented like it so when u wear it he just
•clings to u
•takes out his snowman sleeping mask n wears it religiously even tho he ends up sliding it off in his sleep
•the days approaching christmas are absolutely mad because the malls n shopping centres r PACKED but tsum refuses to stay in the house
•begs u to sit on santa’s lap so he can take pictures and the person playing santa thinks it’s funny n play along
•he now has that picture on the fridge n looks at it for like an hour every day cus you look so cute
•on christmas eve you guys sit down and wrap up gifts for your friends and family, giggling and throwing balls of paper at eachother.
• he looks so proud when he wraps his first one with no mistakes lololol
•he did get a paper cut
• “ baby, i’m injured, kiss my finger ):”
“ no tsumu”
“ can’t believe it’s almost christmas and yer being so mean. where’s the holiday spirit ? yer like the grinch. “
“ what was that last bit ?”
“ nOTHING BABY.”
• on the actual day you guys go to a party at hinata’s and he says he’s got plans for after
•most of the day is spent chatting to his guys, taking cute pictures with bokuto’s girlfriend, nearly throwing up seeing hinata and kags eyeing eachother
•when it’s all over you guys get in the car and you drive bcus tsum had eggnog
•he drowsily reminds you of his plans and tells you where to drive
• he’s gazing at you from behind his lashes as u drive, nodding when he gives u directions
• you end up at this park place with a lake, and it’s so shimmery in the moonlight
•he’s pretty sobered up, so he walks you to a tree with fairy lights on it and you’re a little confused - but happy
• “ baby, y’know why i brought you here?”
“ to fuck? to drown me?”
“ wh- nO YN ARE YOU CRAZY?”
•he urges you to sit and you do, for a moment you guys are quiet . his hand around you as you watch the moons essence dance and lurch over the water of the lake
•he turns to you, eyes sparkling and hooded as he speaks to you. it’s almost like he’s sending you affection via his eyes
•” i love you, yn”, he starts, turning to you and hand dipping into his coat. “ i think i always have. loved you, been inlove with you, and i know you feel the same. i think that’s the killer ,” he chuckles, holding a box. you know what’s coming . you’re ready. you feel a bump in your throat and affection well up in your chest. “ the fact that you want me, as annoying and fuckin’ childish as i can be sometimes,” he fiddles with the box- embarrassed. you lift his chin to meet your eyes again. you see his brows crease in weakness at your actions. “ i love ya, miya. “
•you pause and you smirk at him like “ miya????” and that’s when he pulls out the box, angling himself into his knees and looking at you.
•” if you’d make me the happiest man on earth and be a miya, that is. “
o miya !
•likes the basics : decorating , some christmas music , likes holding a big christmas dinner with his family ( + tsumu’s partner bcus they’re family now )
• absolutely HAS to make a gingerbread house with u and he will teach u how to make everything from scratch
• u guys are constructing it , slathering on icing to stick the slabs of biscuit together and ur all focused
• he’s wearing the ‘ kiss me !’ apron that u got him, thick hands gently placing sweets to mimic bushes near the house, his grey eyes are on u the WHOLE time
• he thinks u look so pretty when ur not trying to be
•he’ll say ,” lover” and u look up, he’s just asking “ does this look funny ? the way i placed it?” but he knows it looks wonderful. he just wants u to say it cus it makes him feel fuzzy.
•when it’s done u stand back from it together, his arm around u and ur PROUD cus it’s so cute
•later he takes out some egg nog you two made together, sits down with u and u just chat about the years thats ( nearly ) passed. he’s running his hands up n down ur calves , laughing every so often , nodding , passing sarcastic comments
•it feels very home-y with the soft , jazzy christmas music in the back
•when he tells u about the dinner he’s planning he urges u to invite ur family too, and it’s kinda a big thing 4 u guys
• he was planning on holding it at the shop , since it’d be closed for christmas
•you guys prep together- making the food, planning a seating chart ( “ this feels so fancy, like a wedding ! “ wink wink ), he almost seems stressed.
• when you ask about it, you see his eyes glint softly and he reassures you that he just needs it to be perfect for your guys’ family
•so the prep goes on normally and he thinks he’s fallen for you all over again with how helpful, positive and over all amazing you are as a team
•the day comes and in the morning you guys unwrap the gifts you’ve gotten for eachother, and he seems spacy as HELL
• again, when asked about it he says he’s just thinking about the dinner
•so you show up to the restaurant and the families are THERE . shits getting real and you’re hella nervy
•him and atsumu are being absolutely chaotic- it’s so entertaining lol
•” AAAAA SAMU CMERE!! GIMME SOME SUGAR !!!”
“ tSUMU STOP TOUCHIN ME YA DAMN ANIMAL YER COVERED IN SNOW.”
•rest of the night consists of their grandma saying how pretty / handsome / good looking u are 😔
• at some point samu stands on a table and dings his glass with a fork , and ur kinda confused but ur smiling heavily at his durpy expression
• you can tell he’s had one too many beers- but you don’t stop him , he looks happy and he’s probably gonna say something sappy
• he starts speaking and throws his cap to the ground as he starts ,” family , friends , merry christmas,” he says, earning a ripple of claps from your loved ones and his. you cheer, and he smiles at you- his gaze doesn’t move as he continues. “ christmas has different meanings for everyone, but for me, i use it to be close to people i love. people that mean something- everything to me. “
• his arm raises to gesture to you, and your face is flushed red, “ my partner , yn, we’ve been dating since college. that’s , what? , 8 years ? and today i’m ending that.” his words cause your stomach to drop and tsumu looks up at him - confused and almost angry- looking. osamu only chuckles.
• you feel like you’re gonna fucking cry
• he steps down from the table , “ yn ln, i don’t want to be your boyfriend anymore,” he walks closer and you can tell that your family is becoming restless, tension beading up in the air and threatening to crush you.
• the man pulls something from his pocket , and before you know it hes on his knee. the room is full of gasps, cheers, mutters of ‘ oh my god!’ ,’ someone record !’ as he opens the box. a ring.
•” baby, “ he says, goofy smile on his face ,” can i be your husband instead?”
• everyone is SCREAMING.
• tsumu is crying , your mother is crying , YOURE FUCKING CRYING
• you nod your head and he picks u up, spinning you around and kissing u
•the ring is a perfect fit , and amongst all the screams he whispers ,” fits like a glove . just like us. forever .”
•now yk why he was so stressed out😔
k sakusa !
•he wants this to b over wdym
• he hates how busy and bustling everything gets, and to make matters worse his s/o wants to decorate the whole damn house. which means that they have to go out and get the deco.
•he’s all masked up and ready, n you prance out the room wearing a cute little christmas outfit. he’s pretending he dgaf but he’s smiling so hard behind his mask
•you guys get driving n you’re chatting up a storm, “ omi, do you think we should have a colour scheme ?” , “ ooo baby, what if we got a white tree hm?” , “ AHH OMI LOOK A SNOWWW MAANNN!!”
•he’s just smiling at you cus stfu ur such a sweet little baby
•when u get to the shop ur going so feral cus there’s everything u want n more
•u start with lights , then tinsel, little spray on snow for ur pretty glass doors at home, a couple reefs , some candles
• he keeps complaining about how cluttered the house is gonna be , but you’re shushing him and telling him it’ll be just fine
•so when it comes time to pick a tree , you make him pick
•he’s holding your hand, fingers laced and whenever he sees a pretty one he tugs on your fingers
• you hum a, ‘ ‘s your choice , omi ‘ and he groans because WHY CANT U CHOOSE
• he eventually comes across a tall, dark green tree and ur very pleased with him
• so u take it home, blah blah unpack blah
• DECORATING TIME
• u switch on some of that corny music he hates and when he’s walking up to you , you take his hands
• bro is confused until you start swaying , your hands finding his waist and his lacing behind your neck
•he’s blushing profusely, muttering how ,” i can’t believe you’re forcing me to slow dance to this bullshit “
•he allows you to though, and he can’t help the big grin on his face when you attempt to twirl him, when he dips you and especially when you draw him in real close
• you mutter the words of the song against his lips, and all of a sudden nothing matters. not the festive, the decorations, the world. it’s just you two- exactly how he likes it.
• the song fades away and you two stand like that for a bit , his lips pressing ghostly, gentle kisses onto the warm skin of your cheeks
• the decorating eventually starts 😔😔
•it starts fine
• but it doesn’t end fine
• the first annoyance was the needles getting everywhere and him complaining about it
•but you ignored it and he got over himself
•you’re placing the bobbles everywhere and you start ducking behind the tree whenever he glances at you
•he’s like ?? the fuck but you keep doing it and giggling . he feels challenged in his soul
•” i can see you, yn,” he says . you don’t reply , just going into the opposite side of the tree where you’re no longer in his line of sight
•he has an idea , and sneaks onto that side. he’s confused
• you’re not there
• before he can turn around , a loud THWACK is heard and a pillow is in his face
•you’ve done it now.
• he scoffs, tackling you into the carpeted floor of your luxurious house. he’s tickling your sides , your giggles and pleas music to his ears. his smile reaches those same ears - as he laughs he’s teasing you. “ you think you can whack me and get away with it, huh? huh??”
•you’re shaking your head vigorously, apologizing but he only tickles more and blows raspberries onto your neck. even he’s laughing uncontrollably now, your legs around his waist in attempt to push him a way
• he only stops when he sees tears form in your shiny eyes, pulling back. he breathes deeply, muttering about what a brat you are.
• his first mistake is turning his back to you, his second is not guarding his sides.
• you jump onto him, small fingers poking him and drawing a loud, girly yelp from kiyoomi. before he knows it he’s on the floor, begging for mercy as you tickling his sides- his neck- every part of him you can touch. his feverish giggles and attempts to grab your fast hands make you smile
•” yn- yN- PPPLLEEEAAASE OHMYGOD STOP EHATAGAHAHAHAHAHA”
“ hmmm? what was that omi ??”
“ sTOOOPPHAHAHSHHAHAH”
•this is the first time you’ve ever seen him giggle so much.
• eventually you stop . and hes catching his breath on the floor
• absolutely red in the face. hes gone.
•he comes up behind you and you’re ready to throw hands again, but he stops you and raises his hands in surrender. “ we need to put up the star, neither of us are tall enough. i was gonna put you on my shoulders,” he laughs airily ,” unless you wanna carry me?”
• you shake your head, and he hoists you up on his broad shoulders. you position he star and he’s looking up to watch your expression
•you pat his mop of curls when you’re done, he smiles, bringing you down. he has to fight the urge to tickle you again when your wide smile etches into his brain again
• you step back from your work. you huff happily
• omi is just watching from the counter . he thinks ur so cute tbh
• later in the night, it’s quiet . no music, no volley ball matches in the background, just silence.
• you’re laying next to eachother with dimmed lights filling the room, the blankets are disheveled and your eyelids are heavy
•he glances over , and when he sees youre awake he rolls to meet your gaze
• he stares at you, eyes flitting over your features for a moment
• “ i love you, yn” he mutters softly
•you smile like an absolute goof and for a sec he feels his throat close up
• his mind is flooded with love, affirmations of his love for you, just you in his head on repeat
•” i love you, omi,” you say, brushing his overgrown fringe from his eyes and placing a kiss to his forehead
• glossy, black eyes meet yours and there’s another beat of silence. when he speaks its barely even audible- you think you hear him wrong when he does
• “ marry me , baby”
•you blink for a second. you know for a fact he didn’t just say that
• “ please, if we don’t get married i’m never gonna recover,”
•something about the way he says ‘ please’, the sincerity and emotion lacing his voice as he speaks - its so special. something you’ve never seen from omi.
• you kiss him. a kiss that’s soft, but it’s meaningful. his eyebrows knit together as his hands find solace on the curve of your hip.
• “ i’ll marry you, omi.”
• he smiles
• he’s never quite loved anyone the way he’s loved you before
• best early christmas gift ever
raines thots ୨♡୧
WAAAHH ITS FINALLY DONSIES!! i’m so proud of this!! i rly liked omi’s and kuroo’s !!! also why is omi’s dub voice so ugly i wanna cry. n e ways OH EM GEE TY FOR ALL THE LOVE ??? ily all . bYE MWAHHH<33
#suna x reader#suna rintarou x reader#suna fluff#suna rintarou#kuroo x reader#kuroo tersurou x reader#kuroo fluff#kuroo tetsurou#atsumu x reader#atsumu miya x reader#atsumu fluff#atsumu miya#osamu x reader#osamu miya x reader#osamu fluff#osamu miya#sakusa x reader#sakusa kiyoomi x reader#sakusa fluff#sakusa kiyoomi#haikyuu#haikyuu!!#haikyuu fluff#haikyuu x reader
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𝒫𝓇𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒𝓈𝒶 (𝑀𝒾𝑔𝓊𝑒𝓁 𝒪'𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒶 𝓍 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇)
Kinktober Day 3: Boot worship + Hate Sex
Yeah I skipped yesterday, because I don’t know who to do for titfucking lol. But yeah now take this 2k Miguel fic, I had too much fun with it. Wanna guess who’s my personal favorite character right now? Also I know I said boot worship but like what is that part of the foot? A skin tight? A foot? A shoe?
Warning: Boot worshipping? Boot riding? Hate sex, bad Spanish, etc, etc you get the point not for kid
Genre: filthy filthy smut
Word Count: 2062
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As soon as you and Miguel walked into his office, he grabbed you by your neck and push you against the wall before snarling angrily,
“You fucked up, you fucked up biiiiig time, princesa…”
You grabbed his hand trying to pull his hand off of you as you snapped angrily,
“Let go of me! Im sorry if I don’t want to watch you get kill!”
Miguel wrapped his hand around your neck tighter making you gasp for air and looked at you with disgust as he leaned close to your ears,
“Do you have any idea what the consequences could have been? You almost got yourself killed, princesa.”
“Why the fuck do you care?” You hiss not willing to back down, “My life is none of your business!”
Miguel snarled in your ears, getting angrier by the seconds at your defiant.
“It matters, it matters to me because i’m in charge. I’m in charge of you cariño, I fucking own you…”
“Oh fuck off Miguel you don’t own me.” You said glaring at him,
“Then maybe its time for me to show you I am, princesa. Maybe its time for me to punish you and show you your place?” Miguel breath was hot against your neck, sending a shiver down your spine.
Hearing his threat before you can stopped yourself you blurted out,
“Then maybe you should, maybe I want you to pun- what the fuck am I saying?!?!” You quickly clasped your hands over your mouth in horror and stopping any more intrusive thought from coming out of your mouth,
Fuck, I think the vial I accidentally ingested during the mission was a truth serum
The same realization must have came to Miguel, because all his anger disappeared as he smirked at you.
“What was that, princesa? You want to be punished? Or maybe you want to feel my fangs digging into your neck?”
You tried to hold your mouth shut, but not before you blurted out your intrusive thoughts again, your intrusive thought not mine I will never
“Both, both is good. Please step on m- FUCK FUCK FUCK I HATE MY LIFE!”
Miguel look at you grinning, he didn’t expect this turn of events. But who was he to complain?
“Look like someone’s a putita~ I should have expected that from you, you have always been a little freak haven’t you, princesa?”
You open your mouth to object or maybe blurt out more of your intrusive thought who knows? But you was cut off as Miguel sank his fangs into your neck.
“Fuck! This hurt! Keep go- FUCK!”
You can feel Miguel grinning against your neck as he dig his fang deeper inside you. Any thought you had flew out the window as your body shakes in pain and pleasure, as you moan softly under him.
After awhile Miguel let go of your neck and you almost slid onto the floor, before Miguel caught you in his arms.
For a few seconds you just laid in his arms panting, your eyes daze and unseeing. Miguel seeing you the state you’re in grin and whispered in your ears,
“You like this don’t you, cariño~”
In your dazed state you couldn’t stop the serum from working on you, as you moaned out,
“Y-yes, fuck yes!”
Hearing your answer Miguel grinned before throwing you onto the ground.
You let out a loud yelp of pain as your brain begins to clear, you looked up at him angrily,
“What the fuck was that for?!”
Miguel walk up to you and stepped on your chest, effectively stopping you from getting up. Looking down at you with a cruel glint in his eyes he said,
“This wasn’t suppose to be enjoyable, princesa… This is a punishment for your fucked up and to show you who owns you…”
You let out a growl, not enjoying the way he looked down at you. Yet, a part of you that wanted him was enjoying this. A bit too much. So you focused on your anger and glared at him,
“Oh fuck you, Miguel!”
Miguel raised a eyebrow at your word. He crossed his arm as he trail his feet down toward your clit and stepped down.
“F-fuck!” you swore as your eyes rolled back and your back arch upward,
Seeing the fluid thats staining his foot and your daze look, Miguel almost let out a purr,
“Did little darling here just came on my foot? Someone’s a dirty little thing~”
You gasped on the ground trying to catch your breath and get down from the high. Struggling you shot Miguel a middle finger,
“F-fuck… augh… you…”
Miguel didn’t answer, merely choosing to grind his foot against you again. Watching in amusement as you let out a breathy moan and sticked your tongue out trying to breath.
“Mmmmph….h-harder…I f-fucki- sh-shit harder please…. I hate you… I hate you s-so… haaah… much…” you mumbled out your body flushed and drenched,
“And you disgust me, your impulsive and erratic behavior are antagonizing.” Miguel said as he dig the heel of his foot into your cunt, drawing out several loud whine,
As you got closer and closer to another orgasm your whine got louder. Just as you were about to be brought over the edge the pressure stopped, leaving you whimpering on the floor.
You looked up panting, daze, confuse, and very very needy.
Miguel smirked and sat down in his chair before looking down at you, his voice dripping with contempt,
“Pathetic…you really cant help yourself can you, princesa?”
“P-please Miguel… fuck! I need this…” you whined on the ground as the truth serum removed any control you have,
Miguel crossed his leg and with a cold glare said,
“This is a punishment, princesa. If you want something you will have to work for it.”
Struggling you stood up panting, your eyes teary and your face flushed.
“Then-then what do you…. Haaaa…. want me to do?”
Miguel smirk before motioning you to come closer to him,
“Ride it out, princesa~ Ride it out on my foot and show me how needy you are~ How much of a slut you are for me~”
You stumbled as you walk toward him your face flushed both from anger and embarrassment.
“I hate you, Miguel…ugh… F-fuck…I-I need you so f-fucking… goddamn much…”
Shakily you sat on his foot boot? Idfk man as you grind yourself against him. The fabric of Miguel suit is soft and you could feel his claw clearly through his suit.
“W-why do you ha-have… mmm-ahh…c-claw… fuck I want it inside me… mmmph… god h-how long does… does the truth serum last…” you babbled out as you unconsciously drool onto Miguel suit,
“I don’t know cariño, I’m not a doctor. But maybe 5 or 6 hours?” Miguel grinned as he look at your needy body, “But long enough for me to teach you a lesson…or two…or maybe three? Enough to leave you begging for more and fulfill all your fantasy~”
You groaned as you bit down on his leg, your eyes streaming with tear and your body was trembling with need.
Miguel didn’t say anything as you bit down on him. He merely stroke your head almost lovingly, before increasing the pressure on your clit and bringing you to another high.
Your body spasm and you leaned on his leg, your brain completely breaking under the pleasure.
“Wheres that ego of yours now, princesa? You look so pathetic on my foot. I bet you love this don’t you?” Miguel purred out as he tilted your head up toward him,
Leaning into his touch your pupil blown wide open, as you cried out,
“Y-yes… please Miguel…I want more…I need you…”
Miguel groaned as he hear your pitiful cry. Picking you up and holding you onto his lap, dragging his claw slowly down your body until it reach your dripping cunt.
“You’re absolutely soaked princesa~ You’re so fucking needy, you know you’re such a slut? I haven’t even done anything other then biting you and stepping on you…”
You growled before grabbing his hand and glaring at him,
“Just fuck me, Miguel. Or is your dick too tiny to do anything but tease me?”
Miguel gripped your neck tightly before slipping a finger inside your wet cunt. Your eyes widen and let out a gasp as you felt his claw digging into your wall.
“Can’t run your mouth anymore? And to think I was going to get you nice and wet before fucking the living daylight out of you,” Miguel slipped another finger inside you, watching your breath hitched as he stretched you open, “But it looks like you don’t share the same sentiments, you’re a little freak who enjoy pain don’t you, princesa?”
You let out a wail as Miguel shoved a third fingers inside you, prepping you roughly before pulling out and licking the fluid off of his finger.
You grabbed his wrist your eyes wide and needy,
“Fuck me, Miguel… please for the love of god… used me like a cumdump and fucked me up… I don’t even care anymore, j-just please… fill me up till I cant walk without your cum dripping down my thigh…”
Again your intrusive thought not mine *sweating nervously
Miguel widen in shock before he pulled your face toward him with a smirk, his voice dripping with arousal and lust “Well, who am I to not indulged you?”
Pulling you into a deep kiss he slipped his tongue inside your mouth, as he dematerialized his suit. Lifting you up by your waist, he hold you over his fat cock as he kissed you with a animalistic hunger.
Your eyes widen and you screamed into the kiss as he forced you down his cock.
Miguel hold your head forcefully to him as you tried to struggle, suddenly very aware of what exactly is going into you.
Tear start to stream from your eyes as you felt your body being stretched open to accommodate his girth, the stretch was painful and barely half of it was inside you before it came to a stop.
Breaking the kiss a string of saliva connecting the two of you, Miguel snarled before wrapping both of his hand around your waist and slammed you down again.
“W-wait! Fuck i-its too big… gaaah… s-shit, take it out… f-fuck so full…” you beg as Miguel thrusted into you,
Ignoring your pleading cry, Miguel slammed you down over and over again determined to forced his entire cock into your body.
“Oh is it too big for you, princesa? I thought you said my dick was too small for you, why are you begging now?”
You clawed at Miguel back leaving behind angry red mark, as he force you to take him in fully.
“I hate you… I fu-fucking hate you!” You cried out as he finally forced his entire cock into you, bringing you over the edge leaving you crying as you wrapped your arm around his neck,
Miguel groaned into your neck as his thrust get rougher,
“Well princesa… fuck you’re tight… your body certainly isn’t acting like it hate me…”
You bite into his neck sobbing as your body wreck with pain and pleasure,
“S-shut up…”
After who knows how long and your 5th or 6th orgasm? you lost count by this point of the night, Miguel shuddered as he slammed you down one last time, before holding you in place. With a groan he came inside you as he shoot his cum deep inside your womb filling you up with his seed.
After a few minutes he stopped and he hold you close to him as he panted. Your sobbing quiet down as you ask,
“A-are you going to pull out”
Miguel laughed before pulling your face toward him,
“No can do, princesa~ You said you want to be my cumdump and be used to the point where you can’t walk without my cum dripping down your thigh. We’re not quite there yet are we, mi vida?”
Before you can ask what does mi vida mean, he was already pushing you onto the ground and pounding into you with his cock. Any questions of yours was fucked out of your mouth, as you became a crying whimpering mess.
As you begin to lose consciousness after god know how long you heard Miguel whispered in your ears,
“I fucking hate you, mi amor…”
#no i don’t have problems#reader insert#reader smut#x reader#kinktober#kinktober 2023#miguel o'hara#miguel smut#miguel o’hara smut#miguel o’hara x reader
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