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AHHHHHHH PART 6 of @jackplushie's automation au ideas!
IGNIHYDE IGNIHYDE IGNIHYDE I CAN FINALLY RELEASE THE LOREEEE I hope y'all like this. Surprisingly there's... only one actual spoiler for chapter 6? And it's sorta something that's like... you were probably already maybe guessing since meeting the ignihyde bois, and i tried to be unclear about it... but its also pretty foundational soooo not able to seperate it.
(Oh yeah and... like one group name which i just decided to throw in there so it's like... a half spoiler?)
EDIT: pssst if you liked this I made a sideblog for twst writing, @scertifiedsavanaclawstan! So go follow me over there!
Ignihyde
Ignihyde Industries is a company that primarily creates tech for... well industrial purposes. Although that's not to say that's all they do.
Idia Shroud, acting head of Ignihyde's Research division, specifically project STYX. An initiative he started to investigate the possible future of true artificial intelligence.
It was a... passion project, and even with all of Ignihyde's connections at his disposal, getting access to all the different androids was... challenging.
But eventually bots began flowing through his lab, free for him to tinker around with, a few curcuit connections here... a few bits of code there and he sends the androids back into the world.
He spends every hour of the day watching his test subjects remotely. Monitoring their vitals, their movements, their behaviors.
It's easy to spend every minute in front of his screens... he replaced his stomach a while ago, and he hasn't needed to sleep in years.
Not since...... Well since he decided to start becoming more machine than man.
But it was fine. He had a goal after all, and no one was going to- hang on what the fuc-
Project STYX didn't get any conclusive results on wether it's subjects even had a semblence of conciousness.
But then YOU showed up on his screen. You had picked up a bot displaying signs of sentience that wasn't even from his lab!
Idia became obsessed, spending most of his time (well compared to the other cases) monitoring you.
He became intimately familiar with your schedule, your habits, your tastes. He almost forgot what he was originally doing.
And THEN one of the bots that had gone through his lab ALSO showed up at your house.
And then another... and then more... eventually Idia was actually spending the majority of his time watching you.
And keeping an eye on the androids! . . . But mostly you. He had to.
Anything for a chance to see his brother again.
Ortho Shroud. First android created by Idia Shroud, first result of project STYX, and the first android to achieve true sentience.
Well, at least he would be if his brother acknowledged him. Everytime he tried to bring it up Idia would just frown and remark "that's what you're programmed to say" with dissapointment.
But he shouldn't be dissapointed! Because he did it! Ortho could really feel! Even when he was shut down!
His big brother was too distraught at his apparent failure to bring him back that he wasn't even bothering to monitor him... So he'd never realize that.
Ortho spent his days listlessly helping his brother... and then Idia started watching you.
Ortho was curious about the bot you'd picked up, the beginning of his brother's obsession. It looked like a standard cat-bot, the kind children would keep as pets.
But yours... talked... and glowed with an odd blue light, and you... didn't seem to mind?
This was the sort of thing where most people would immeadiately send the bot back to the manufacturer. Did you not even realize? Did you not care? . . . Did you prefer it this way?
Ortho's gears, literal and figurative were turning. His brother hadn't gotten much conclusive data on the other subjects... and he hadn't had an easy time considering they were all spread so far around...
Wouldn't it be better if he could keep track of them all in one place? And maybe... if his brother began to notice the traits of sentience in the other bots... maybe he'd notice them in Ortho too.
So now the younger Shroud also keeps his eyes on you. He keeps track of your buying habits, your budget, your scavenging grounds.
He puts the changed androids right in your line of sight when you're walking down main street, he hacks the stores to put them on discount when you walk in, he has them moved as close as he can to your scavenging range.
Of course, they aren't always that easy. Sometimes he had to get his hands... a little more dirty.
If the Viper bot needed his safety features shut down to execute his plan? He'd get thrown out with his charge, and Ortho could send them straight to you.
If the hunter's trackers got stuck to your cat? If Heartslabyl's new manager bot gets distracted by a friendly cat eared bot? If a slippery butler needs to lose sooner than he should've?
Well it's not like he's *ruining* all their lives or anything. After all to hear his brother complain about it, living with you is probably way better than whatever they were doing before. They should be thanking him really.
And you get a bunch of companions too! Things are going great for you, he's making sure of it.
So make sure not to put all his hard work to waste, okay?
#twst#twisted wonderland#idia shroud#ortho shroud#automation au#yandere au#Ortho gets to be the 'big bad' as a treat#all thats left issss diasomnia who wont really have any spoilers because their chapter isnt out yet!#and then i can do the meeting grim drabble#which ill probably do on the new side account i've been setting up!#where ill post all my twst stuff after diasomnia#its extra long so enjoy yall#oh and as for that last line?#lets just say you probably shouldn't try and kick any of the bots out... ortho isn't going to be any happier about it than them.
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omg congrats for 5k doll! i wanted to slide in and see if i could have a protective!bf Gaz written since my baby is so underappreciated??? i saw this tweet about the scene in mw where gaz's disabling a bomb and is unable to and price throws the guy off the balcony, but this time the bomb in strapped to his love and he's and he's struggling and sees price out of the corner of his eye and remembers what happens last time and panicks and goes all 'you won't do that to her'. just a thought, love all your work!
—Don't Look At Her
⇢ ˗ˏˋ 5k Drabble Masterlist ࿐ྂ
╰┈➤ ❝ [The bomb starts ticking down, rapidly firing to zero. Gaz won't let Price near you. Not after he'd remembered the Captain's actions when they'd first met.] ❞
"Gaz," your voice wavers, watching the rapidly working man and seeing his darting eyes—lit with panicked fervor. He doesn't answer, so you speak again. "Gaz!"
"No!" He barks, brown eyes instantly meeting yours. Lips pull in a right frown; there's a glint in his gaze that you'd never seen before—not in the many years you'd known him. Kyle's firm hands don't leave the wiring attached to your chest. The vest.
The bomb.
"No, Love," he grates out, immediately getting back to work as you try to keep your tears at bay, body jerking back and forth as your boyfriend pulls at the straps and bits. "Don't even say anything. You're going to fucking fine, you hear? It's going to be okay."
It was the product of bad intel, really. You'd been sent in without the proper know-how, leading to a scuffle where the butt of a gun had been slammed into your temple. When your eyes opened again, it was already too late.
Kneeling in the middle of a large office building, the glass of the windows shattered behind you, and the wind whips the back of your skull aggressively, you stare down at Gaz. Trying to form words on a tongue that won't cooperate.
"You need to run," you whisper out, resigning yourself as the rapid beeping increases. Your heart moves so fast you can't feel the skin of your chest anymore. "Kyle," pleading, you watch his jaw clench something fierce. "Listen to me—!"
"I'm not leaving you!" A sharp snap of a metal piece hits your ears, the piece of the vest clattering to the ground in a violent display of desperation. Gaz glances back up at you stubbornly; as if uncaring about the impending incineration only minutes away. "So you stop bloody talking like that, yeah? I'm not just giving up!"
The sides of your eyes dribble out rabid tears, lungs a mess of air and inhales that can't even be considered breathing anymore by how wheezy they sound.
How would it feel? Exploding into a patchwork of blood and fire—instantaneous, sure, but feeling Kyle's heat and his puffs of air; his fear, you can't imagine him dying like that. Not him.
"Look at me," Gaz pants, fingers pulling at cords in search of the one he needed to cut—unable to pinpoint it through the hack-job that had been done to your vest.
There was every color under the sun except fucking yellow. His teeth clench so tight they hurt his jaw, but he sends you quick glances as you shakily do as he says.
Brown eyes soften, and while the both of your hands shake, for a second there's a relief at the eye-contact. "Repeat it, Love."
You lick your lips and stammer, "y-you're not leaving."
Lips press firmly into yours, and you clench your eyes tight at the sensation, tiny sob breaking the contact.
"That's right." Gaz growls. "Not on my life."
Rapid footsteps race into the room, but before the Sergeant can reach for his weapon, the familiar call from the Captain echoes out.
"Friendly!" It's as if Gaz doesn't even register, still digging and fearfully looking at the timer.
50 seconds. 49. 48. 47...
"Sergeant," Price jogs over. You can barely find the inner strength to look up at him. "Sitrep."
Blue eyes dart from the vest to you and the Captain's serious face goes grim. His expression flashes with the inner workings of his mind, eyes narrowing and a grunt stuck under his lips.
"I have it," Gaz speaks quickly, and the words strike you as odd, though you don't comment. Price slid him a sharp look.
"Gaz—"
"Don't even look at her." Snarling like an animal, brown orbs are volatile enough to rend stone in two as they meet the older man's. You and John are rendered speechless, sharing a swift glance in shock like teenagers hearing their parents swear for the first time.
Kyle's eyes are wild, sweat slicking his brow. "Come fucking on!" He yells and your body is snapped forward as Gaz pries on the straps, having to steady yourself on the man's shoulders for support. Every muscle in his body is taunt; shaking with force.
Perhaps it was the memory that invaded his brain like a parasite that had made him snap at his superior like that—a stab to his fine tissue that digs all the way down his rail-straight spine.
Piccadilly Circus. Tanto building. Hostage with an explosive vest.
Kyle's fingers bleed as they peel back rough velcro, having ripped off his gloves to be nearer to you.
It all flashes past his mind in horrible increments, the past, but instead of a man—the hostage is you. And Price was burning his neck with a harsh stare once more.
He's going to throw her out the window, Kyle panics and you watch with the deadly realization of the situation. No. No, I won't let him. Not her.
"Garrick," Price says, voice deep. But he doesn't move. "You need to get your head back on."
"I've got it screwed on just right, Captain." Gaz grunts. "Trust me."
12 seconds. 11. 10. 9...
You stare at Gaz and memorize the make of his handsome face—the dates and the late nights speaking about the future sticking to your skin like leeches; sucking away every instance of love and happiness. His laugh. His brown eyes.
His smile.
Oh, you want to see your Love smile.
"Sergeant!" Price yells, moving forward to grapple onto Kyle's shoulder. "It's going off!"
Your boyfriend rips out of his hold, fists clenched and screaming.
"Get the fuck off of me! I can save her!" Your back hits the ground with a slap and a ragged gasp from your lips, the Brit straddling your hips in a desperate play to deactivate the bomb.
"Kyle," you look up at him, pleading. "You have to take cover, it's...it's okay. I love you, I need you to know that—"
"Bloody shut," eyes spark, locking on the bright color under the front of the vest. Gaz snaps a hand under the material and rips at it in a ruthless wrench of his arm. 2 seconds. There's a deafening snap of wire. "Up!"
The beeping stops and the world stills.
Your wide eyes can't stop crying as you stare up into brown eyes with astonishment; struggling to breathe. You can't tell if the building is vibrating or only you, but nothing seems to be able to focus as a wave crashes down on you; adrenaline still striking you.
Everything rings inside of your ears, pounding in your head.
Hands grasp the base of your jaw and lips descend to yours, tears slapping your skin from above in a wave of feral agony. Gaz stifles his sob on your mouth as you shake wildly, panting over your flesh.
Price gives off a large sigh from behind, standing straighter and turning his head.
Gaz's forehead connects with yours, but there are no words to be said—just the silent gazing and lingering fear of death. He won't let go of your cheeks, and, quivering, you go to grasp tightly at the sides of his arms.
With a shuddering breath, he closes his eyes and sags into you.
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nfl reiner braun tears his alc and requests the best surgeon to work on it. he gets, youuuu, sweet smelling pink doctor coat wearing you and he can’t even take you serious when you’re going over his chart or requesting to feel the muscle with those pink gloves on. you even look younger than him and he’s telling you: “darlin’, listen… im a big deal around here and i need someone to help fix me not give me a boner.” or something like that and you almost don’t have the heart to tell him that you’re the best that there’s ever been at this hospital.
RECOVERY, reiner braun !
୨୧ — pairing: footballer!reiner braun x fem!reader
୨୧ — synopsis: this doctor’s got a hardheaded patient! it’ll take some effort to convince him of your effectiveness . . .
୨୧ — contains: ( 1.4k words of . . . ) modern au, slight nsfw (more like suggestive!), footballer!reiner, surgeon!reader, fem!reader (black coded), reiner has an ACL tear, reiner’s touch-deprived/sexually frustrated, rei’s kindaaa conceited (just a little bit!), palming, minors shoo!
୨୧ — mira’s note: ramona, my love! i adore all your reiner concepts, they’re always sooo perfect 🎀 thank youuu for sharing your rei-rei thoughts with me :) now here’s a lil drabble for my gorgeous man! (not really proofread thoroughly, i apologize for any typos or mistakes!)
isopropyl.
it’s all that reiner can smell. he’s a healthy man, he hardly belongs here— in this chilled surgeon office with the most pale, unflattering lighting. the parchment-like exam table paper rustles beneath him with every stretch and maneuver he makes, and his weight is enough to pry a creak out of the treatment table every now and again.
a recurring clack of footsteps and the whine of the door lets reiner know that you, the ‘sexy doctor lady from earlier’ has returned from reading his screenings. he wasn’t able to catch your name amidst the splitting pain from his acl tear, so that’ll make do in the meantime.
you set down your clipboard and turn to face him. your dear patient appears a bit mussed from the big game that took place earlier— his golden hair’s all fluffy and wild, that red football uniform of his is streaked with the green of the field, and his left cheekbone got a little scratch somehow. you’ll make sure to dab that with rubbing alcohol later.
“your vitals are well above average.” you commend. his reply’s a mere grunt. he can’t bring himself to take you seriously. just fucking look at you; pink latex gloves pulled over manicured hands, welcoming eyes all doe and shiny, with a sweet glossed smile that he won’t forget for days to come. he hates having to meet such a beauty under these grim circumstances– after all, you’re the kind of woman he’d take out on a date.
“lucky for you, mister braun, your injury isn’t a complete tear . . . so your recovery time shouldn’t be too long. it’ll last about six months, give or take.”
he isn’t listening.
reiner isn’t even sure of when he began to space out; your lips are just so plush, so alluring. his surname sounds sweeter than it should when falling from your mouth. before long, you clear your throat. it’s enough to snap him out of it. “i’d appreciate your undivided attention, sir. we’re currently going over your healing plan— ”
“lemme ask you, sugar,” he interjects with a low rasp. reiner braun’s well known around these parts, and you can only assume that being such a big deal has gotten to his head. what he says next throws you off, “when’s the real doctor comin’ in, hm?” it’s hard to remain professional, but you do. no furrowed brows, no scrunched up face— nothing but a tight, forced smile.
you suck in a breath through your nose, maintaining composure. “what makes you think it isn’t me, mister braun?” he can hear the tinge of vexation in your voice. clearly, this footballer has struck a chord or two.
“you’ve got pink gloves on, barbie.” he snarks out a laugh, just a bit mean. he’s much too handsome for such a condescending tone.
you bring a gloved hand flat to his chest, pushing reiner back into the examination table. his breath catches in his throat when you knead your fingers into his thigh, right where the tear resides beneath firm muscle. you’re assertive, and goddamn, does he love it.
“i’m your doctor.” you assure, voice firm. he groans out at the calculated pressure; it feels good. makes the throb of pain fade, just a bit.
“you’ll have to put some faith in me, hm?” your tone is warm, words soft and patient in a way he doesn’t deserve. reiner can’t lie, it was crass of him to have undermined you that way.
“my apologies, doc.” he addresses you in the rightest way he can. it’s his tiny little way of making amends.
“so, how long— fuck, how long did ‘ya study for?” reiner tries for small talk, voice low and shaken. you’d like to believe that whatever left his lips just now wasn’t a moan. no, it was more like . . . a groan of pain, perhaps?
“about six years. graduated early,” no wonder you look just about his age, if not younger. all his previous doctors were just as old as his parents.
“smart and pretty, huh?” he graces you with a feeble grin, a white gleam of teeth surrounded by neatly trimmed stubble. it’s safe to say that he’s your hottest patient up to date.
you continue on with prodding into the thick meat of his left thigh, and those throaty whines of his make you feel a way you simply shouldn’t.
it’s been a while since reiner’s been touched this way. he knows it’s just a regular inspection for his stupid injury, but he can’t recall the last time a woman’s splayed their hands on his body. he’s always busy with football this, training that. there’s never any time remaining for hook-ups, talkless of a relationship. that being said, it isn’t long before he begins to grow excited.
“m— mister braun,” you call out, voice airy, “you seem a little, um . . . worked up.”
“huh?” his eyes flit up to meet yours. you lock onto his honey-brown pools of desperation.
nothing else is uttered. you wordlessly direct your gaze towards his crotch, and give him a knowing look. reiner finally catches on— he fucking knew he felt his bottoms getting tight. hesitantly, the blonde lifts his head to peer down at his pants. surely enough, a boner’s prodding at the centering cloth of his football shorts.
“goddamn,” he drops his head back onto the examination table, bashfully throwing his forearm over his eyes. humiliation eats at the proud man, reducing him to a jumble of hormones.
you can hardly bring yourself to contain your chuckle, which makes his reddened cheeks burn further. it seems that his bodily reaction to your skilled hands has given him a sense of humility at best, and embarrassment at worst.
“i’ve never been appointed to a lady before . . .” is his hushed excuse. he’s still got his eyes shielded with his arm— he can’t even fucking bear to look at you. it’ll only spur him on further.
‘i turn you on?’ is what you’re just longing to question him. you know that you do— he’s been looking at your lips with bated breath since he got here. not to mention the peeks he’d taken at your ass whenever you turned around to read his chart or grab a cotton ball.
it’s quite bold of you— more like dangerous— to bring your ministrations upwards, closer to the ache under his pants. you’d tell yourself to stay on task, but professionalism has long been thrown out the window.
your gloved hands trail mischievously, placed directly atop reiner’s hard-on. warmth radiates from your palm, and you squeeze. his eyes blink shut, hips gently bucking upwards. his tear burns from beneath his skin, but he doesn’t fucking care. he bets he could cum from your hands alone.
reiner eventually manages to pull his arm away from blocking his viewpoint, chest heaving with every passing second. if you were to use your stethoscope on him, his heartbeat would be nothing short of erratic.
“trust me, mister braun,” is your reassuring whisper, “you’re in good hands.”
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Secrets We Keep
Secret Garden
Category: Drabble
John Wick X Reader
Warning: Allusions (and mentions) to murder, subtle yandere traits and threats, intimidation.
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It was late, but sleep was the last thing on her mind. She simply laid on the bed, starring at the ceiling above, letting flashbacks and thoughts consume her while her wristwatch on the nightstand ticked.
A gift.
She wished she could cry this out but she felt heavy. Heavy and—-
The doorbell rang and her breathing stopped. She waited, holding her breath for a few moments.
The ringing of her doorbell invaded the otherwise quiet apartment once more. She sighed, feeling the echoes of her thumping heartbeat.
The doorbell rang again, accompanied by knocking this time.
Letting out a shuddering breath, she jumped out of her bed and grabbed her housecoat, slipping in it as she padded towards the door. Looking through the peephole, she shut her eyes and sighed.
She saw this coming.
Putting the chain-link on, she unlocked the door, allowing the light from the building corridor to flood in from the tiny gap.
“Hello (Y/N).” He stood tall, dark eyes staring down at her from the gap “I’m here just to talk.”
His voice gave away nothing. Always quiet, polite and to the point. But she could not trust that now– could not trust him anymore– now that she knew.
“John, I saw nothing—”
“There won’t be a chain-link holding your door then.” He cut her off, only to sigh and soften his voice “I promise I just want to talk.”
“How do I trust that?” She felt bile rising to her throat as she spoke, struggling to keep her voice steady.
John leaned closer, making her flinch step away.
“Because if I wanted anything other than to just talk, this chain-link or door, or any door, can do nothing to stop me.” His tone did not change, nor did his voice raise.
He was calm as ever and she knew that there was no lie in his words. Feeling cornered and stripped of any other option, she unlocked the chain-link, letting the tiny but sturdy chain hang against the door as it opened wide in a smooth motion.
John stepped into her home in silence before gently closing the door shut. Her hold on her phone tightened instinctively. Although it was in her pocket, she prayed that he took no notice of that.
He loomed over her, dressed like any other man she would pass by. A plain white shirt, a pair of denims and a leather jacket. No one could picture him killing a man with a pencil. But she saw him do that two nights ago, and it would never be the same between them.
She had spent the last two days, terrified and paranoid. It was only a matter of time before he came for her, and there he stood, looming over her– the grim reaper dressed as a civilian. But even if his deep, brooding eyes pinned her down without giving away an ounce of his thoughts, she could at least try to evade her demise.
“John, I will forget everything I saw. I promise, I will not report you, not spill anything about it—”
“It doesn’t matter.”
She flinched when he switched on the lights, illuminating the room. Under the light, she realised, he looked slightly less ominous. More human. His eyes remained brooding but she thought she saw it soften slightly.
No, it had to be the lighting.
He sighed, looking away for a moment before meeting her eyes again. “I did not want you to find out like this.”
No, if he could, she would have never found out what he did for a living.
“But now that you know, I want to come clean. So that we can start anew.”
(Y/N) gulped. Starting anew was out of question. After whatever she had witnessed, she wanted to do nothing with John, no matter how much it would pain her. Maybe love was not for her.
“John…I thought it wasan understood fact that…” she trailed of, licking her lips as a frown settled on his face.
“What?”
“That—you know after what I saw and—I don’t think we shouldseeeachotheragain.” she hurried through words, scrambled through thoughts all the while trying not to shake under his gaze.
He sligthlty titled his head. His eyes gleamed under the lighting in a way that distinctly reminded her of the carnage he was capable of.
“No.”
There was no question mark, or even uncertainty. He was declaring, not questioning. And that made her hold tighten over her phone.
“John I—”
“I know you’re scared right now.” he contemplated aloud “I understand. But we are still, very much one–together.” His voice lowered, but there was a sharpness to it.
Like he was waiting. Waiting to pounce.
She gulped, feeling beads of sweat appearing on her nose and above her lips. She waited with bated breath. But he only gazed down at her for a long moment, until she looked away, unable to look into his eyes any longer. The longer she looked, the more it remind her of…of the night.
“I will get going for now. Get some rest, Love.” He spoke after a long, tense pause.
And for the first time since his visit she felt she could breath in relief. She heard the sound of opening of her apartment door–
“I will see you tomorrow, at the cafe around the corner.” he declared, making her look at him.
He was clearly not done with her.
“Also…There is no use of calling the police. It won’t make any difference.” His gaze dropped to her pocket where she held the phone.
Her throat was suddenly parched as she met his unreadable gaze before he gently shut the door behind him.
*****
So, what do you think?
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nsfwlink!!!! idk if your request r open and like if its alr to send this kind of link im sorry in advance if its not alr😭 but can i request a mafia coups x reader where they have to go to a part like a ceremony or sumn idk how to explain it but cheol doesnt want to cuz reader looks so hot with her perfect body pls tysm🫶🫶❤️🩹
Pairing: mafia leader!seungcheol x fem!reader
Genre: smut
Word count: 800+
tags: drabble, reader wearing dress, brief mentions of violence and guns, mafia leader au, brief mention of ass play, fingering, let me know if I'm missing anyone
author note: link is nsfw this video literally had me by its gorilla grip, her ass is so nice, wow. literally twitching thinking about cheol giving me the slightest bit of attention
Seungcheol is and always has been a dangerous man. Like a grim reaper, he is timely at the scene of many crimes, whether he is calling the shots or releasing the trigger himself. Although he has a vast amount of skills, his most impressive one has to be when he comes out of every fight unscathed, unbroken, and stronger than ever. Upon meeting him for the first time, you were rightfully terrified of him, yet there was an allure to the pure imminent danger that radiates off him. He certainly had an addictive charm that you would resist, and he thought that same way about you.
He described you as…decadent. If anything, to him, you were the dangerous one.
“How do I look?”
Before you even ask him, he's looking at you through the mirror. You bore into your reflection, seeing the fit of your event attire for the first time after buying it, and feeling down your figure. His bottom lip gets caught between his teeth, eyes preying on how the expensive fabric clung to your breasts, your hips, and your ass, his chest heaving in delirium. Parting his legs, he runs a hand through his hair in frustration, already pitching a tent in his slacks. “Mouth-watering.”
You scrunch your nose, finding his feedback rather promiscuous, and turn around to face him with your hands on your hips. “You make me out like I'm a full-course meal.”
His lips stretch wide across his face. He chuckles, pushing himself off the bed.
“Well, aren’t you?”
He makes his way towards you, hands over yours, gaze shifting from top to body, only minding himself with how many ways he can make you scream his name in a matter of seconds. “I could just eat you up.”
You erupt in girls, arms slipping out of his grasp and looping around his neck. “Promise?”
His lips attached to your neck, Seungcheol languidly moves against your skin. You feel a shiver run down your spine, temperature rising in the peak of your cheeks, and you moan a sweet melody for Seungcheol, and only Seungcheol, to hear. “Ugh, I wish we didn’t have to go to this wedding, I much rather stay back with you.”
“We could do just that.” He comments, tugging you closer to him, the nape of your neck preoccupied.
A groan escapes your lips, fingering the hem of his collar, “We can’t, besides the bride and groom, you’re the most important person there. Everyone will be waiting for you.”
“Exactly, so what do we have to be worried about?”
You roll your eyes. “We should be prompt, cordial guests–oh…”
His hand claps harshly against your cheek, soothing it in a squeeze, and here you were vibrating against him. “And I say you look too good for anyone there. I should keep you all to myself. How ‘bout it?”
You didn’t need to answer, already lacing your fingers through his hair. His lips soft against yours, Seungcheol has his arms slithering around your waist, ass cheek in each hand. He gives you a hard spank against each side, cupping it aggressively until you feel his nails piercing through the fabric. When he wasn’t inflicting pain, he’d stroke its curvature. His palms smoothed over your shapely posterior, the pad of the middle digit stroking up the slit between its cheeks, and lingers on your puckered hole, daringly hidden underneath the dress alone. “No panties? Baby…”
“I-I was gonna put them on afterward,” you stutter.
He can’t help but enjoy your uneven breath as he makes you watch his hand trail up your leg to part of the slit of your dress. Heart pounding against its ribcage, your leg arches against his thigh intuitively and in turn, he dips his hips in yours. A corner of his lips perks up when his hand travels to your cunt, ghosting over your arousal-stained entrance to lightly dip a digit and drag along your folds.
You tighten your abdomen while his chuckles tickle your skin, your back pressing into the mirror, and feel him tease its skin before a hand lurch on your core and plunges inside you. Your hips twitch in anguish, steadying yourself on his shoulders, controlling yourself at the mental capacity of a household goldfish.
“Mmp—fuck, so good.”
Seungcheol studies how your face contorts in obvious gratification: eyes fluttering rapidly, the tension pent in your fingers and torso, and mouth falling slightly ajar to only call out his name. He gradually increases the fingers, soaking his bare knuckles while your feet barely touch the ground. “You don’t want to go anywhere. Say it.”
“I-“ you choke on your moans, his digits twisting into, hooking inside, practically teasing you, “I-I don’t want to go anywhere.”
“Yeah, where do you want to be,” he lowly encourages.
All but his thumb rammed inside you, the pad of outlier pressed against your clit, drawing circles to have it form tears of pleasure in your eyes. You let out a loud groan, stomach jerking forward involuntarily, your arousal ascending to almost a form of enlightenment, sputtering utter nonsense.
“Come on, baby, you can say it.”
His eyes drone in on you intently, picking up the pace as you sob against his lips.
“I want to s-stay here. All n-night. With you.”
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I really really loved dog days, it was so frickin cute, and the whole Wednesday critiquing her poem was so funny, but i gotta know, did yoko tell ppl about yn being 'pregnant' before they found out about the puppy? Or did only weems and her roommate know? I'd just love to see what would have happened if yoko said about yn telling her she's pregnant while Wednesday is around, orrrr her telling enid, so of course this is huge gossip for her and has to tell her roommate.
hello hi, i don't know if you were asking for a drabble but...i honestly couldn't resist writing this one out LMAO. hope you don't mind, it's just such a funny concept to me. thanks for the ask, i would have never thought about this otherwise 😭🙏
fair warning, this is RIDICULOUS and i wrote it in exactly 16 minutes in the middle of class
Dog Days
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Afternoons in the Nevermore library were quiet.
Aside from the occasional disturbance from shamelessly horny students, it was barren, so silent you could hear the clack of the librarian's keyboard echo clear from even the farthest corner of the room.
This innate desolation made it the preferred meeting place for both you and Wednesday to work on projects.
And a project was precisely the reason why you were there now. Granted, you intentionally arrived early to get in some reading time. Your roommate kindly offered to dogsit Choklit, and well, you certainly weren’t going to turn down the opportunity to read without having to worry about a small animal ruining yet another pair of your socks.
But you knew Wednesday would be there by the allotted meeting time. You’d done this enough times to know that she was never late.
As expected, she showed up at 4:15 on the dot, striding over and putting her bag down on the table as she settled into the chair next to you. While she readied her materials, you organized your worksheets, wholly unprepared for the bomb she was about to drop.
“Are you pregnant?”
The question was so far out of left field that you jumped in your seat, loudly hitting your knee on the underside of the table. The librarian sent you a look. Groaning, you sent her an apologetic wave while you rubbed your aching knee.
Once she looked back at her computer, you whipped your head over to Wednesday so fast that it made your neck hurt.
“What?”
Wednesday, for her part, didn’t miss a beat. “I asked if you were pregnant.”
“No!” you exclaimed; eyes still wide. “Where the hell did you hear that?”
“Enid told me that Yoko told her that you were pregnant with a demon baby.” She said it so matter-of-factly that you nearly laughed.
“I—demon baby??”
“Yes, Yoko said it was thrashing violently in your womb, thus leading her to believe that the fetus was a demon.”
A series of choked, near-maniacal laughs escaped at that. Because this was pure, unadulterated insanity—it had to be a ploy or some weird practical joke that the smaller girl was trying to pull on you. But when you looked at her, you were met with dead eyes, an impassive expression, and expectant raised brows.
She was being dead serious.
Your laughter died down, mouth parting in disbelief. You sighed, brought up a hand to message your temple.
“Wednesday, no. I’m not pregnant. Seriously, do I look pregnant to you?”
Her eyes dropped to your stomach and narrowed as if she was genuinely trying to calculate an answer to your question. “No, I suppose not.”
“Exactly!” you whisper-yelled, “because I’m not.”
“Are you sure?”
You stared at her, dumbfounded. “…Yes??”
“Yoko seemed very convinced,” she supplemented neutrally. Your eye twitched. Yoko’s immortality was going to be put to the test very, very soon.
“Well, Yoko was wrong,” you assured her with a grim, strained smile, and you leaped at the chance to change the subject. “Now, can we actually start our project?”
For a moment, you thought she would say no and force you to continue this conversation from hell, but she nodded, dragging her eyes over your abdomen suspiciously one last time before flipping open her textbook.
With that, you were left to ponder what had just happened and whether your sanity had finally abandoned you. And you did, for a solid sixty-seven seconds. But you couldn’t just sit there all day. Despite the bizarre interruption, you had a project to work on.
You took a deep breath, cursing Choklit’s terrible timing a final time, then forced yourself to focus on the worksheets, determined not to make this afternoon any more embarrassing than it already had been.
Needless to say, you and Yoko were going to have a very lengthy, entirely civil discussion about friend-to-friend confidentiality and spreading harmful rumors.
#thanks for the pic btw#wednesday#wednesday addams#wednesday addams x reader#wednesday addams x female reader#wednesday addams x you#wednesday addams imagine#idk if this should have tags????#tagging it anyways tho Lmao
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Chreon Fic Rec List!
As promised, here is my Chreon fic rec list. Please leave a comment and kudos to show these authors some love!
If you are a fanfic author and find your fic on this list and you'd like it removed, please message me and I will remove it immediately.
Please make sure to read the tags for each fic for warnings/triggers.
Be My Remedy by tirsynni (8K)
When Leon agrees to do a favor for Chris, he should have expected everything to go to hell. At least this time he isn't alone when the mission is done.
Persona Non Grata by Yuu_chi (26k)
A no strings attached arrangement with the love of your life seems like a good idea right up until you realize he's in love with somebody else.
you don't fare well without me by realpoutydadsurvives (23k)
Leon shuddered a breath out of his frozen lungs and asked numbly, “Why do you hate me?”
There was a quiet more invasive than the deadly silence of the world beyond the walls protecting them and Leon hated himself for being so stupid— stupid fucking Kennedy saying shit he wasn’t supposed to say— fumbling for a way to cover up his fuck up, when Chris’s low voice broke the silence, saying, “I don’t hate you, Leon. I never have.”
“Liar,” Leon accused softly into the darkness of their warm refuge. “You’re a f-fucking liar.”
fate changed (we keep loving as if the story isn't over yet) by fonulyn (note: past relationship Piers/Leon) (34k)
In hindsight, Leon knew the second he opened the door and saw Chris standing there, dressed in his service uniform, mouth pinched to a grim line and unable to meet Leon’s gaze straight. There was only one logical reason for it, only one way to explain why he was standing there like he would rather be anywhere else, and Leon almost slammed the door right in his face.
“Leon, I…” Chris started, suddenly forgetting every single word he’d prepared. “Piers. He…” he trailed off, and risked a glance at Leon, who was standing there like a statue. It was like he wasn’t even breathing, with the way he was staring at Chris. “He saved my life. He saved Sherry. And he saved Jake. Hell, he probably saved the whole world, but he—”
“Don’t.”
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Or the one wherein no one really knows how to handle their grief, but somehow life goes on anyway.
Chris by Any Other Name by leftid (30k)
“Christopher Adam Redfield,” the rookie said, admonishingly. “You clean up your mess this instant.”
“Who?” was Chris’ reply.
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Leon Scott Kennedy takes pity on Christopher ‘No-Middle-Name’ Redfield, and spends the next several years they know each other trying to find one.
Technically it’s a series of 26 drabbles spanning from RE1 to RE8. A small line of plot managed to sneak into this episodic series.
Cocksucker by r3zuri (note: also features Krauser/Leon) (12k)
When Leon is ten, he tells his parents that girls are gross and he’s never getting married.
They tell him he’ll change his mind when he’s older.
Collide by NovelNormandy (8k)
“Oops,” Chris says and Leon huffs a surprised laugh, now using his grip on Chris’s arm and the back of his neck to help hold his weight. “Sorry.”
Leon shrugs, looking back at him. “It’s from IKEA.”
“So what do I owe you, like 38 bucks?”
Leon adjusts his hold on Chris, wrapping his legs firmly around the other man’s hips. “Can think of another way you can get me back.”
Welcome Back by nanaa127 (5k)
After an extended mission, Leon unexpectedly shows up at a conference Chris is attending. Chris is happy to see him. Very, very happy.
New Rookie by leonsknife (6K)
There's a new rookie at the R.P.D. and he's caught Chris' attention.
who am i after tasting you? by chthonicheart (38K)
“I fear the entire floor might have heard us last night,” Chris starts. Leon’s ears start ringing. What? “Yeah, I know. The server told me to tell you he gives us his ‘sincerest congratulations.’”
“Christ,” Leon mutters, mostly to himself. “If only this complimentary breakfast came with complimentary mimosas.”
One Tomorrow at a Time by Requiem (37K)
During the fight with Arias, Leon gets infected and turns into a B.O.W. Chris is not giving up on him that easily.
as i drown in irresistible love by FireandLightning (5K)
It's a late night at the BSAA offices when Chris receives a text from Leon containing a photo of Leon himself next to...
Chris can get very, very jealous of people flirting with Leon sometimes. Leon knows just how to turn that jealousy to his advantage, especially for when he wants to get literally demolished and punished suitably by Chris Redfield.
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Annoying
This is basically just a drabble of you and Sevika irritating each other. I can't see it going anywhere and I'm tired of it being in my drafts. Do not have high expectations :D
Inspired by my friend who has the best ideas. One being "Sevika taking your food from you by just putting your ass in a headlock"
Warnings: Very fluffy. Shitty ending.
“Hey. Hey.” The bowl tips dangerously against your chest as your knees and arms form a protective barrier around your vulnerable snack.
“Hey yourself.” Those large hands teasingly reached for you and her wicked lips curved into a smirk. “Don’t be greedy. I had a long day. Y’know, working to provide for my girl.”
“This is my snack. Make your own.” Teeth snapped playfully towards her wandering fingers. A sigh followed the retreat of her hands and a plop made you bounce on the cushions. Sevika practically took up the whole couch when she sat down, spreading her legs and making you curl further into the armrest. Before you came along, her apartment was bare of any furniture besides a bed and a nightstand. Most of her time was spent either working or at the brothel.
“So unappreciative.”
“I’m sure you have an endless list of women at Babette’s that’ll give anything to be your dutiful little housewife.”
“I’m sure I do. I don’t know how I got stuck with your dumbass.” The affronted scoff you aimed at her was enough of a distraction for her hand to shoot out, grab an atrocious amount and stuff it in her mouth.
“Hey! Ugh.” An attempt to struggle was not made against the muscular arms that pulled you into her lap, cradled like a baby. Your disgruntled expression was difficult to maintain as you were jostled from the force of her chuckles. Usually you were the one to annoy Sevika, but when she was in a playful mood she was a force to be reckoned with. She didn’t mind using her size to irritate you in any way possible, which was unfortunate for you because she’s so fucking big.
“Hey yourself.” It was difficult to make out her words around her chewing. “I’ll make you more.”
The faux annoyance drained out of you and you squirmed your body close to hers, nuzzling your face into her neck. Sometimes your affection for her was almost unbearable and any distance from her was painful. If you could, you’d crawl inside her skin and nestle against her bones, never to be apart from her. You had told her this once, and she had called you a little psycho but held you tighter after that.
“How was work?” You pop a piece into her mouth.
“Quiet. Had to cut some asshole's fingers off, but other than that, pretty boring.”
“If that’s your definition of ‘quiet’-“ A piece of food shoved it’s way between your lips, nearly choking you. Sevika smirked, her mind definitely not in an innocent place.
“I’m kidding. Hush.”
“Hey, don’t be ashamed of your hobbies. I’m sure there are other big, scary ladies that share the same interests.” Your eyes trailed along the column of her throat as she leaned her head back against the cushions, conveniently hiding the growing smile she didn’t want you to see. It was too late and only encouraged your antics.
“Okay. You can stop talking now.”
“Seriously, you should start a club. Call it-”
“I liked it better when you were scared of me.”
“It was more of the apprehension that comes with meeting any stranger.” A bold faced lie. You nearly shit your pants when you first laid eyes on the woman, her ever present scowl prevented you from speaking any coherent sentence around her for the first several interactions.
“Oh, uh-huh. So that’s why it took so long to get a date with you?” Her hand dug purposefully into the wrong pocket of her vest, jostling you more than necessary before she went to the right one and pulled out a cigar.
“Date, wow. If that’s what you call a 48 hour bang-athon.” You widen your eyes and puff up your cheeks with air. “And yes, had to make sure you had good intentions.” Like not coming to collect your soul, grim reaper that she is.
“Never say “bang-athon” again. Gods, you’re embarrassing. And running from me did that? Flighty little shit.”
“I told you, it was speed walking and I thought you were coming to fucking kill me.” An arm wrapped around her neck to stabilize yourself, nearly falling off her lap from how hard she laughed at your expense. “Anyway, win any of those card games you like to abandon me for?”
Her next words lost their usual bite as they were spoken through chortles.
“Yeah, a big one. Finally have enough money to leave your ass.” Flame sparked a few times until the cigar was lit. The first attempts were sabotaged by you blowing the flame away from the freshly cut tip, only stopping to laugh as the meanest looking glare cut to you. “Stop that. Annoying.”
The words came muffled around the cigar which only made you laugh harder, earning you a cloud of smoke blown at your face.
“Don’t talk about yourself like that.” It was her turn to laugh as you hacked out the words.
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Can we get a Drabble of someone heavily flirting with MC (with MC being stupidly oblivious) when Aariz and Dalia finally take notice (during the beginning of the poly).
Here you go, anon! This was fun to write XD
The woman appears out of the corner of Aariz's eye as he leans against the far side of the wall, seeking refuge from the blazing heat of the day. The sun is unkind today and Aariz thinks sourly that if the gods do exist, he will kill the bastard who has invoked Yel's wrath.
Dalia stands beside him in the shade, her eyes fluttering as she tries to stay alert. He can't help but find the sight endearing, and the thought sends heat to his cheeks. He finds everything about her endearing, nowadays, in a twist of fate that makes his stomach flip.
Then, there -- movement. Aariz's eyes flick to the woman who walks toward you, clad in fine silks and draped in decadent jewelry. She's approaching you swiftly, a fan raised to her face as she twirls a parasol in her other hand. Aariz raises an eyebrow, but she doesn't look threatening and he trusts in your ability besides.
"Hello, Madam," you say, "can I help you?"
A smile works its way across her face and there is something beneath it that sets Aariz on edge. Dalia shifts a little.
"It is a beautiful day, is it not?" she asks in return, not bothering to answer your question. You nod and her smile grows sultry. "Though not half as dazzling as you, I must say."
Aariz stiffens at once. Beside him, Dalia's entire body goes tense. You smile at the woman, bemused. "Thank you, ma'am," you say, "I don't know what I've done to earn the compliment, but I'll take it."
"Do you truly not know?" The woman blinks. "My dear, you are a marvel."
And that is when fury, bright and pulsing, lances through Aariz's body. He pushes himself off of the wall, feels Dalia make a similar movement. He glances at her and sees the grim set of her mouth, the glittering of malice in her eyes.
No one should dare to talk to you as the woman is, no one but Aariz himself and, he admits, perfect, lovely, dangerous Dalia. The three of you have yet to talk about what this is, but he knows one thing: he will not sit here and let someone else intrude upon it. He would never give up on you without a fight.
The woman goes to stroke your face and you allow her with a puzzled frown that makes some of Aariz's anger fade to exasperation. How are you such a fool, sometimes?
Dalia's hand catches her wrist before her skin can meet yours. She grips it tightly, and the woman lets out a startled huff of breath. "Keep your hands off them," she says cooly, "it's rude to touch people without permission, you know."
Then she lets the woman go and she's running off, her face pale.
"Dalia," you cry, "what are you doing?"
Aariz wraps a possessive arm around your shoulders and tugs you closer until he can feel your body heat through your clothes. The sun be damned, this is more important.
"Don't worry about it," he tells you lazily. "Dalia was just taking care of a pesky little problem.
Their eyes meet and the corner of Dalia's mouth twitches upwards. Aariz beams back.
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Words Unsaid 12, so there's school festivals here too?
Heya guys! Today there's another setup chapter for you cuties! The chapters will come out slower now as I have not yet read chapter 5 completely so please give me time to do so! In the meantime I'd like to know if drabble requests are something you guys would be interested in.
Slight Chapter 5 spoilers!
Part 1 Part 11 Masterpost Part 13
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Even though he slept less than usual Jamil felt strangely energetic today. Perhaps it was because he'd slept the best he had in a while or straight up because he woke up next to Inky. It was such a simple thing but he'd be lying if he didn't wish it would happen more, just because of how nice it felt. Is it bad he wished the prefect would have more nightmares only so he could hold her..? Probably. But as it stood, this was the only way he was able to act on his own feelings. Not like he didn't know Inky had feelings for him before his Overblot but he doubted it was love, now that he'd done what he did. Still he hopes and dreams as he stirred the non-proverbial pot of curry in front of him. It was one of the dishes he was making for lunch. He was making something else for Kalim, of course, as Kalim obviously didn't like curry.. but Jamil and Inky could have it, especially since the prefect did say one time she really wanted to eat something Jamil made and admitted in the same sentence that they've been looking to try more foreign food like different curries. Also in that sentence they said that anything Jamil made would be more than satisfactory though.
At the same time that day Kalim was at a housewarden meeting, simply to discuss the future event that would be held soon. The National Arcane Academy Cultural Fair. It was a yearly event mostly consisting of artistic type events like poetry slams, research presentations and, the most well known part of it all, the SDC. The SDC, or Song & Dance Championship, was a contest for singers and dancers, basically any musical talent, to go up on stage, by themselves or in a group, and show their aforementioned talent to the world to show who was the best of the participants that year. The winners would get not only a monetary prize but also a ticket to stardom. Of course that ticket to stardom wasn't exclusive to first place but they had the best chance.
Riddle, who was head of the planning committee was rambling on and on about the details but the report was necessary. Turns out both Vil Schönheit and Neige LeBlanche would be participating this year as well, which meant extra press coverage for the school. Crowley was delighted about this of course and put up audition posters through negotiation with Vil that very same day. They were plastered all over a few notice boards, especially the one in the cafeteria. By lunchtime it was surrounded by people, which had sent Ace, Deuce and Grim to check it out. Inky stayed seated with Jamil and Kalim, though the occasional glance was thrown their way, since she was pally with Kalim as well as Jamil, who had literally tried to off them over the winter holidays that ended recently. Not that Inky really cared.
Unfortunately she did have to tear herself away from the Scarabian duo as she had class duty along with Deuce for the upcoming alchemy lesson and Ace was tagging along to chat. Speaking of Kalim and Jamil, that was where the conversation drifted, though grim did most of the talking.
"Seriously, first he tries to manipulate and kill you and now you're friends? Kinda weird if you ask me" Ace commented.
"Don't call my hench-human weird! Besides, it's not like he hasn't apologized and more. He's been taking care of me and Inky very well, Kalim also..! I think my henchman and I can decide who we, mostly I as a great mage, will spend our time with!"
"Thank you Grim.. I think that gets the point across. Besides.. Jamil is really nice to me, I like him a lot" The two half-students said, one confirming the other.
"What, you're still crushing on the guy? How? He literally gave you a massive scar on your arm, he could have ended you..!" Ace once again protested.
"And again, he apologized."
"You believe that?"
"Yes and you know next to nothing about him so I won't be hearing another word out of you about this..!" The prefect said, anger lacing into her stern tone, sending ace a small glare.
"Alright alright, I'll shut up" He said, though not happy about it. Before their conversation continued though, they were promptly distracted by singing.
"Who's singing? It sounds really nice" Deuce said as they listened, right after though, the singer seemed to choke up on their own voice, which sounded less than healthy. So, with slight concern, the group closed in on where the sounds were coming from, the well in the school courtyard.
Upon approach they met another first year, his name was Epel Felmier. He had lavender hair and blue eyes, his stature was small and skinny but well balanced, his skin was pale too and he spoke in a generally soft voice, unless some sort of accent came out that Inky personally could not place. All went well until they were interrupted by the Pomefiore housewarden Vil Schönheit. He had a regal presence, something like a king or queen in a sense that he was confident and knowledgeable in a few areas. Basically a perfect upperclassman if it weren't for his temper at that moment. Vil was upset that Epel was not training so he wanted to move Epel somewhere else so he wouldn't get interrupted. This went over wrong with Ace as well as Deuce as they misinterpreted Vil's tone and words. The fight that ensued wasn't even that long as Vil was vastly better at his magic than those two unfortunate souls.
The end result was an utter defeat which gave Vil the opportunity to leave with the lavender haired boy. Though not before the latter waved goodbye to Inky as she ushered Ace and Deuce up on their feet to clean themselves up and check for scrapes. She did wave back though. They went to Professor Crewel's lab and classroom, setting up the next lesson with the instruction of the teacher. In the midst of this, another student came in.
This girl was pale as can be and her hair was back length and white. She was rather short as well.
"Hello professor Crewel! I'm here to deliver those late project papers you asked me to go get" Her voice rang through the room as she grinned in a friendly way, waving to the first year trio that was setting up.
"Poor guy was really under the weather, caught a stomach bug or something but he'll be fine. He's over the worst of it according to the nurse, he needs a day or two to recover properly."
"Good girl, thank you for informing me. You have a free period now, yes? Why don't you sit in on the first years and help out? I could use a helping hand to whip these bumbling pups into shape and you're on the school's student tutoring program, so you'd be a good fit." Crewel said, to which the pretty student agreed as he explained what they would be doing during the class period.
It gave Inky the ability to look at her a little more closely. She had facial piercings and some on her ears. The ones on her face were a septum and a lip ring as far as Inky could tell. She didn't wear a blazer, had her sleeves rolled up and her purple vest was open. She wore her white blouse tied up in a way that it would expose her stomach, though not in a war that was inappropriate. She wore a shorter skirt variant at her hips that ended above her knees and flip flops as her footwear. It left a lot of questions as to how she wasn't cold. Then again it wasn't too cold, simply chilly.. she dressed like it was summer though. She had jewelry too, a few rings, a choker and a necklace, an anklet, two bracelets and on her other arm she wore her Pomefiore Armband, except she had it tied more around her wrist than anything, like another bracelet.
That lesson was over quickly, and it was fairly nice. Turns out the student's name was Alani and she helped out around the classroom after having changed into appropriate gear. She was a Pomefiore third year apparently and had heard about the prefect from Leona, whom she visited during spelldrive practice after school occasionally so she could exercise with them. She was good at explaining things and this included her clothing. Apparently she was dressed the way she was because it was usually hot or at least warm here compared to her homeland, which was very far up north. In conclusion the lesson was lovely and after all the cleanup the prefect even managed to get Alani's number, for emergencies or if Inky ever really needed or wanted something.
The rest of the school day went off without a hitch as well, only really starting to pick up the pace when ace and Deuce along with grim decided they would contact this 'Rook' character to get an audition appointment.
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Hoseok:
Updated 02/03/24
A Silent Heart Still Beats - @akinnie75 **Favorite**
Hoseok bullied you for a year because you’re mute. But karma always has a way of getting back at people. Ten years after high school graduation, you meet Hoseok in an unexpected place, and he’s become a completely different person.
Drive Me Crazy - @borathae
By its Cover - @crystaljins
Your annoying little brother Jimin accepts a dare and summons a demon into your living room. There are multiple problems with this. 1) Demons are the most hated species on earth. 2) That demon happens to be Jung Hoseok, the most popular guy on campus. 3) The fact that Jung Hoseok is a demon is his biggest secret and 4) Jung Hoseok hates your guts. You’re in for a wild ride.
Golden Heart - @daydream-hobii
Y/N’s best friends all have hybrids, and she loves them with all her heart, but she doesn’t want to be the same as everyone. She loves hybrids, and knows her friends are kind to them, but hybrids are part human, thus they should have their own choices. Many people, unfortunately, abuse their hybrids and use them, so she tries to fight for their freedom of choice. Her closest friend, Namjoon, convinces her to rescue a hybrid so that it can be safe from harm, and her perspectives changes entirely.
Occultation - @jamaisjoons
"the story of how the sun fell in love with the moon." Greek gods au.
The Dragon's Princess - ^^
with your mother’s death, and your father remarrying, came your abandonment in a tower - under the pretense that you’d be saved by a prince when you were older. now, it’s been over a decade and the princes come in droves to save you from the dragon that guards you. but you don’t want a charming prince. no. you prefer sweet ferocious dragons. one sweet, ferocious dragon in particular. fantasy au. royalty au. fairytale au. childhood friends to lovers au.
I Can't Betray You - @jiminiesfavouritecolourisblue
Hoseok mafia au drabble series.
Base Line - @jiminrings
Hoseok swears that you're intolerable, but maybe that's because you don't greet him good morning like you usually do.
A Memory Without You - @jimlingss
Jung Hoseok is your saviour. Sure, he might just be a government worker tasked to investigate your life and ask a bunch of intrusive questions with his little clipboard, but he's also the key to solving your troubles. You just hope he remembers you when it's all over.
Beyond Reach - @jimlingss
If someone could see what you could, they'd pass out. But you don't blame them. Who would ever expect a ghost, a priestess, and a grim reaper to be together - much less be rescuing others.
Head Over Heels to Hell - @jimlingss
Some people are destined to never have a soulmate. You are one of the few. Instead, you have something much different - a parasite set out to destroy and ruin your life no matter where you run to.
Protected - @jungk0oksthighs
He was your bodyguard, and he never left your side.
Split - @justcallmenikki7
Hoseok has two sides to him, to which sometimes it scares you, but you love him nonetheless.
Good Girl - ^^
Split drabble, featuring Yandere alter ego Hobi.
Outro: Love is Not Over - @kiirokero
Years after a relationship goes south. You are the single mother of a beautiful 6-year-old golden retriever hybrid who you named Yunho. He is the light of your life. Yunho is everything to you, and you’d do anything for him. But you’re a human. Yunho doesn’t care, he will tell you he doesn’t. “You’re still my Eomma. No matter what.” He says. But you can’t help but feel like you will never be enough for him. You can’t be the mother he deserves. You can’t show him the ropes of being a hybrid, and you can’t teach him things the other moms can. But you try. You try your damn hardest. So, when a handsome German Shepard hybrid comes into your life, helping you and guiding Yunho in a way you can’t, you can’t help the cozy home he sets up in your heart.
Madeliene - @kpopfanfictrash
It was supposed to be a one-night thing. Just one, perfect night to remember forever. Life, it seems, has other plans. (Part of the Bound Series)
Love Quarrels - @mirahuyooo
Couples fight. It’s unavoidable and normal even—but will you and your husband get over it?
Smile - @monochromaticinsignias
Read if you want to cry.
Charred - @neonlights92
Jung Hoseok never thought he would find love. So when his wife - the woman he has somehow fallen madly in love with - leaves him for somebody else he is heartbroken. Of course, Bangtan waits for no-one. Soon Hoseok is roped into yet another marriage, and this time he’s determined to keep himself safe. When the man you thought you would spend the rest of your life with runs away with Jung Hoseok’s wife, you find yourself suddenly tied to a man you think is a monster. But beneath the darkness in Hoseok’s eyes is a warmth you can’t help but yearn for. Perhaps love truly does work in mysterious ways.
Who's Your Daddy - @ppersonna
in order to get over your hopeless crush, you sign up for DADDI, a daddy-dom dating site. you can’t tell your friends, especially your best friend hoseok. but as weeks go on, you’re desperate to meet the man behind the screen.
Ten Years - @readyplayerhobi
Your best friend comes to you once again when he’s rejected unknowingly by the woman he loves.
Forever or Never - ^^ Ten Years Sequel
What do you do when your best friend of 23 years tells you that they’ve been in love with you for the last decade? Hoseok sure as hell doesn’t know. But he’s trying, he’s trying really hard for you. But will you get the fairytale ending you dream of? Or will you have to settle for cold hard reality?
Crashing into You - @taleasnewastime
It all started because you got hit off your bike, not generally the start of a good story, and yet it’s where yours starts. Though you’re still not entirely sure if yours is a good story; it hasn’t been good till this point. Hoseok, the man that crashed into you seemed nice enough the few times you’ve met him and over text, but now, you’re not so sure. All the signs seem to be pointing at the fact that maybe he isn’t the smart businessman you thought he was.
You're on the Verge of a Breakup - @thebangtancloud
Exactly what the title says, read if you like angst!
Lack of Apathy - @threeletterslife
Love's enemy is not indeed hatred as many may think. It's actually indifference, apathy, in simpler terms just not giving a goddamn fuck. In fact, love's very own kin is hatred. You need to care enough to both love and hate - an important factor to duly note.
Live, Laugh, Love - @untaemedqueen
Forever best friends, since you were little. Sharing ice creams and laughs. Your forever best friend, forever roommate. The man to keep you warm ad sheltered from all the bad in life. He was your best friend. But, that’s all he is, right?
Guarded - @xjoonchildx
you’ve tried to separate yourself from your infamous crime family, but a new case has your carefully-constructed world crashing down around you. now you have to figure out how to heal old wounds and handle the new man who enters your orbit.
Close Call - ^^ Guarded series drabble
hoseok comes home in the middle of the night and it doesn’t take long for you to realize something is wrong. very, very wrong.
Kanalia - ^^
secrets and uncertainty plague a young queen in her arranged marriage to a kind but distant king. the farther she drifts from her husband, the closer she gets to one of his most trusted men.
Daydream - @yoongi-sugaglider
He was happy. And so…I had to be happy for him. Because that’s what best friends do right? Even if hearing his voice on the radio hurt. Even if seeing his smiling face on billboards tore my heart to pieces like tiny bits of confetti. Even if…I have to leave…leave it all behind. Move away from the terror and the pain and the constant reminder of the friend who left me behind.
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Yandere Itadori Yuuji x Reader
TW/CW: Nothing, just a little drabble.
Author note: can you tell I want to know what is happening to my boy yuuji (no offense to gege, I do not care about any of the current characters being shown, show me yuuji and megumi;;)
Protect You even at the Cost of Everything.
Touch like fire, burning, smoldering, hurting.
Like a fast acting poison you didn’t know there was a cure for. Yuuji sat next to you, the hospital bed a grim reminder of how he got here in the first place. Just a fun joke with his friends turned into his almost-demise and now the one who brought all the pain was cackling in his head.
You really can’t protect anyone, kid.
He’d tell him to shut up if it wasn’t the truth.
Nobara was nowhere to be found, no one will tell him if she was alive or not. He knew he should expect her to be dead, no one could survive an attack like that. Megumi was far from him somewhere in this damned culling game, only god knows if he was safe.
Looking for angel was supposed to be an easy thing. Find her, get her to open the box to free Gojo. Supposed to be easy and throughout all this time, meeting a few dozen people: Sukuna was quiet.
Until you showed up.
You weren’t even supposed to be here, he’d made sure you were safe and far away from anything that could hurt you. After all you barely had any cursed energy, so why. Why did you have to enter the culling game?
You didn’t even notice him, which was already a problem. What if someone else came to you? What if they hurt you? What if you were killed?
You should be grateful that he’s here to protect you. With everything he’s gone through, losing you would put him over the edge.
You’ll forgive him right? This is just to protect you.
Itadori would never hurt you.
Just be still and when you wake, everything will be as it should be.
#drabbble#my writing#yandere yuuji#yandere itadori#yandere itadori yuji#yandere itadori yuuji x reader#yandere jjk x reader#yandere jujutsu kaisen#yandere jujutsu kaisen x rader#yandere x reader
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🎄 Recently Read Fics - December 2022 🎄
These are all the amazing fics I read over the past month (from shortest to longest). Don’t forget to leave kudos and comments to show the authors your appreciation if you read any of these! ❤️
🎄 the prettiest customer (and the cutest barista) by @onlythebravest (1k, G)
Louis is the pretty customer that comes in and orders hot chocolate while Harry is the cute barista that takes his order.
🎄 St. Elena by @allwaswell16 (1k, NR)
When Harry’s illness worsened, the crew of the Ace of Spades sailed to the island home of Captain Grim.
An Ace of Spades timestamp from Zayn’s point of view
🎄 Star On Top Of The Tree by iliveforyou_ilongforyou (2k, G)
Louis and Harry get a tree that is too big for Louis to reach the top of, leaving him unable to put the star on top. They find a solution.
🎄 Oh Little Town of BATHlehem by @londonfoginacup (2k, G)
Louis Tomlinson needs a small pink bathtub.
He needs it.
His fucking family had forgotten to include him in the email chain for Doris for Christmas, with her very carefully thought out Christmas list, until every easy item was gone. Only when he asked Lottie if anyone else had heard from Doris yet, only then did they realise their mistake and forward the email chain to him.
So, it’s either a small pink bathtub or an entire bouncy castle. And if he had the money for a bouncy castle that would be fine, but that fucker costs more than his monthly rent and he simply does not make that much working as an optometrist assistant.
🎄 Advent Drabbles by @berzerkshires (series of 25 drabbles, various ratings)
Glimpses of the 25 days leading up to Christmas with Harry, Louis, and his broken arm.
🎄 Charm Your Pants Off by @evilovesyou (2k, G)
When Harry hurt himself in front of all of his coworkers, he thought his Christmas Eve couldn’t get any worse. That was, until he ended up in an actual ambulance.
Perhaps the gentle and ridiculously attractive doctor he meets at the hospital can make his trip (pun absolutely intended) worth it?
🎄 The Elf who Saved Christmas by @ladyaj-13 (2k, G)
Ernie and Doris are tired, grouchy, and no one told Louis you had to book an appointment to see Santa.
🎄 a face of a lover with a fire in his heart by @voulezloux (2k, G)
it’s christmas time and whamageddon is upon us. with all of their friends out, harry and louis make a bet to see who can not listen to the wham! song longer.
🎄 Change of Plans by @haztobegood (2k, G)
Harry and Louis plan to visit their families over Christmas. Sometimes, plans don't work out.
🎄 A Kiss for Christmas by @ladyaj-13 (3k, T)
Louis meets Father Christmas, then twenty one years later, he meets his son.
🎄 All the lights are sparkling for you, it seems by @thebreadvansstuff (3k, T)
Harry is determined to make Louis' birthday count, but his plans turn into a fiasco.
🎄 Mistletoe Cove by @wabadabadaba (4k, G)
a small town throws a snowman competition in which two teams are convinced they will be winners of the coveted prize- a reservation to Mistletoe Cove. Only one team can be the winner though, who will it be: Harry Styles and Niall Horan or Zayn Malik and Louis Tomlinson?
🎄 Ho Ho Hopefully by @larrieblr (5k, T)
The one where Harry is an elf in Santa’s workshop, and Louis is one of the humans he’s been assigned to.
🎄 Just You and I (a starry sky) by @justanothershadeofblue (7k, E)
"getting accidentally pregnant by his childhood best friend-with-benefits" was definitely not on Harry Styles' holiday to-do list - but apparently it's what has happened, so now he has to figure out how to tell Louis without ruining Louis' birthday, their family holiday, oh, and literally everything else about their lives. Oops?
🎄 Grow as We Go by @larryatendoftheday (7k, T)
Six years into their relationship, Harry and Louis hit a breaking point. Louis is tired of shoving the ring box into the back of his underwear drawer, so he throws out an ultimatum.
Or a fic about growing up and choosing each other.
🎄 Snow Squalls & Kitty Paws by @littleroverlouis (8k, G)
Louis and Zayn own The Future is Meow, a bookstore-slash-cat café, and are spreading the holiday cheer to their customers this Christmas Eve. A few morning snow flakes turn into a full-blown blizzard and before they know it, the safest place for them and their employees to spend the night is the bookstore.
Shop regular and object of Louis' affections, Harry, is also snowed in with them— as is another man who Harry seems more than friendly with.
Will it be a Christmas miracle if Louis survives the snow squalls, a seemingly unrequited crush, and a curmudgeonly tortoiseshell cat?
🎄 Silver-White Winters by @lululawrence (9k, NR)
Liam Payne had learned many things as a bartender. He'd learned when people needed to talk, or when they needed a gentle smile. He now knew when they wanted advice or someone to just agree with them. He also had come to recognize when someone was past the limit and needed to be told no.
But when it came to holidays, Liam had learned that when people came into the Neighborhood Pub alone on Christmas Eve, it was for a reason.
Niall, Zayn, Harry, and Louis all definitely have their own reasons for showing up at Liam's bar alone on Christmas Eve. With the help of a surprise winter storm, none of them will have a reason to be alone for long.
🎄 Apparently by Chance, at Precisely the Right Moment by @lousmoonshine (19k, E)
Alpha Harry doesn’t believe in soulmates. Omega Louis has been looking for his soulmate all his life.
🎄 Here where you should be by @lunarheslwt (19k, G)
When Harry, an anxious alpha, found himself panicking over last minute Christmas shopping, he found comfort in the kind omega shop assistant, Louis. He wasn't meant to invite the omega home for Christmas when he found out that he's spending Christmas alone. He wasn't meant to catch feelings. Hell, he wasn't even meant to be able to go home for the holiday. It was shaping up to be a Christmas full of surprises.
🎄 make you mine this season by @disgruntledkittenface (28k, M)
After Harry’s Christmas plans fall through, she decides to surprise her best friend Nick in New York. Unfortunately, Nick decided to surprise her in San Francisco at the same time. When they realize what happened, they each resign themselves to staying and spending time in the other’s city. Harry tries to make the best of things, making elaborate plans to distract herself from feeling lonely, while Nick is just looking forward to her first real vacation from her hectic job in years. Neither of them will have the Christmas that they expected, but maybe they’ll each get the one that they need.
🎄 love drunk, waiting on a miracle by @hellolovers13 (30k, E)
Christmas inspired Coffeshop AU
Harry has a bit of a crush on a customer. Thankfully, the feeling is mutual.
These are their first 24 days together.
🎄 Set the Sky Alight, Oh Holy Night by @londonfoginacup (33k, T)
One house, five almost-strangers (plus Niall), six new beginnings.
🎄 I Keep Looking For Magic by @lululawrence (36k, NR)
Harry loves Christmas, but this year is special. After ten years of boyfriends all failing to ever meet Harry's family, Harry has a fiance to introduce and things are looking like they will be perfect.
Until they break up.
Harry cannot go home alone when he had promised to bring a significant other again. This leaves him with little choice but to find someone to pretend they are his fiance.
Surely nothing could go wrong with this plan.
🎄 Let Your Heart Be Light by @cyantific (59k, WIP, T)
Louis Tomlinson, a self-proclaimed holiday-hater, loses his job two weeks before Christmas. Broke and desperate to see his family back home in England, he takes the only job left at the mall as one of Santa’s helpers. Harry is an unconventional mall Santa, the youngest one they’ve had in years, but with as much holiday spirit as any other seasoned Saint Nick. He’s determined to un-Grinch the new guy in Santa’s Village if it takes until Christmas, then he finds out the devastating reason Louis has lost his Christmas cheer. Will Harry be just the thing Louis needs to help him get his sparkle back?
🎄 Love This Christmas by @chloehl10 (67k, M)
Teacher Harry is excited for Christmas with his class. When new TA Louis starts, sparks fly between the two men. But Louis’ always dashing off, and Harry's left pining. Will Christmas help them find love?
🎄 Mistletoe’s For Two by @ireallysawanangel (90k, E)
After an encounter in a coffee shop with the rudest man he's ever met, Louis hopes the city is just big enough that he'll never bump into him again. When he spots that man at a bar the following evening, a plan begins to form. They both need dates for their respective Christmas parties and decide to use each other for their own benefit. They'll help one another through the holidays and then 'break it off' on New Year's, then agree to never see each other again. Developing feelings was not part of the plan.
#most of these are christmas fics#but there’s a few that aren’t#28th appreciation#fic rec#monthly recs#hlcreators#trackinghome#trackinghappily#tracksintheam
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Hee,
Can you do 11 & 82 fluffy?
Thank you, can't wait to read all of the drabbles🥰
#11: "YOU WATCHED ME SLEEP!?"
#82: "You're not gonna let me go, are you?"
I like to think this is a lil Prequel of Guarded Hearts before they dated. But it can also be a stand-alone. And sorry for the rushed ending, I don't know what happened there 😬
Hope you like it tho😊
The night had fallen over the city hours ago as Loki sat on the couch in the common room of the tower, the flickering of the TV in front of him was the only light source. Cosied up next to him sat you, already taken by sleep a while ago.
The two of you had decided to watch a movie together tonight, a pass time you hadn't had the chance to enjoy that often since your schedules were quite hectic and barely matched.
You had just arrived from a long mission and were supposed to be heading to the next in the morning. Loki wanted to persuade you to rearrange the movie night so you could get some much-needed rest but you insisted on spending at least one evening with your best friend before you had to leave again. You had missed him dearly on your last mission and you didn't care to hide the fact in front of him. So Loki sat down with you much to your delight.
The movie had been the single most boring thing Loki had ever watched but he didn't say a word. He wasn't surprised that halfway in your head began to grow heavy, ending up resting against his shoulder. He didn't move, not even an inch, while his eyes scanned your exhausted expression. Your eyes were almost closed now, your breathing calm and steady. It only took another minute or so for you to drift off to sleep.
Loki just sat there, not willing to wake you. After all, he could enjoy the time with you cuddled up against him. Not that he would ever admit this to anybody, but you gave him this familiar feeling he couldn't quite describe. All he knew was that he couldn't get enough of your smiles that lit up your entire face or when you would look grim as you concentrated and then get all flustered when Loki called you out on it. And he especially enjoyed every time you were too stubborn to get some rest so you could spend time with him only to end up asleep against his shoulder like tonight. His heart ached as he watched you dream peacefully. He wondered if he had a role in your dream as well.
The movie had come to an end and the credits started to play, but Loki was too busy to care. His eyes were solely on you as he marvelled at your delicate features. You looked angelic even in the dim light of the TV. He had never envisioned meeting someone as perfect as you on a planet he had never intended to stay on for so long, yet there you sat right next to him.
Loki wondered if your slouching sleeping position and your bend neck were the most comfortable position to sleep in. He scootched down a bit so he could gently lay you on the couch for a more comfortable position. But it seemed that your subconscious took it as an invite to wrap your arms around his neck, making it impossible for him to leave without waking you.
"You're not gonna let me go, are you?" Loki sighed deeply and accepted his fate. He laid down on his back so he didn't have to dislocate his back in this awkward half-sitting, half-laying position. You snuggled even closer up to him, your cold nose tip bumping against the crook of his neck. Loki froze for a second, his chest growing warm.
Suddenly the TV turned dark before the DVD changed back to the intro card, the theme playing loudly over the speakers. Loki jerked in surprise and you started to stir awake by the disturbance. The movie hadn't been Loki's favourite from the start but now it had reached new depths on his list.
"Is it over already?" you mumbled groggily. Loki nodded softly as he helped you to sit up again.
"Did I miss something?" you yawned.
"Not really." Loki shook his head as he watched you amused.
"'m sorry for falling asleep... again." you sheepishly gazed up at him with a pout, making Loki's heart skip a beat as he felt his cheeks growing warm.
"Did you know that you drool in your sleep?" bubbled over his lips suddenly. He didn't even know where it had come from but it seemed that his brain was desperately trying to distract from his own flustered state.
"YOU WATCHED ME SLEEP!?" you were wide awake instantly, your cheeks turning bright red.
"What else was I going to do? You trapped me on the couch." Loki's face started to burn just as bright.
"I dunno. Waking me up would've been a possibility." you babbled flustered.
"Don't worry, it wasn't that much." Loki tried to reassure you, "Besides... it was adorable. Especially when you started to snore."
"I SNORE?" you squeaked, covering your face embarrassed.
"I think need to go to bed." you apologized swiftly jumping up from the couch and bolting for the door, "Night."
"It wasn't that loud!" he shouted after you with a sheepish grin.
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Dark Mirror 1
Summary: You show some pictures you took to the Dark Mirror. It eventually turns into a rant.
(I uh, I wrote this a while back cause I always felt that if I was in this world, I would be so full of anger and frustration at the situation I’m in due to being without magic. Feels difficult to stand on equal footing with anyone in a world that lives and thrives on magic. Excuse me as I make my own lore in this drabble.)
“Now this one,” you pointed to the group photo with a dinged up Grim, Ace and Deuce while you stood in the middle completely blemish free, “this one was the first photo I’ve ever taken with the camera. Right after the we came out of the mines and Grim and I got admitted.”
The mask in the mirror squinted before letting out a small, “Hmm,” of acknowledgment. “Admitted as a half of a whole student, if I remember correctly.”
Bitterness built up in you at that. Not even considered a full student but half a student. As though your lack of magic made you less than a person. And what doesn’t help is that your input on a lot of things held less sway than Grim because he had magic. Dumbass he may be, a lot of folks seem to gravitate towards asking for his opinion first.
Dammit, you came in the coffin. You’re an official student because the damn horse brought you here. Whatever qualifications this college had, apparently you made the cut despite what you lacked, so the fact that Grim of all things was your only ticket in kinda pissed you off. And the majority of your grade depend on him too.
Shit’s unfair.
“That doesn’t make you happy.” He simply stated, with no indication that it’s meant to comfort you, but still didn’t feel cold enough to tick you off.
“Of course it doesn’t. First few hours in this college and already I’m being looked down upon. Nothing says ”I’m lesser than you,“ then not even being considered a full student.” Probably not a good idea to vent, but you have a pretty good feeling this Dark Mirror isn’t one to prattle on on information not meant for the ears of others. “I know this is a place for magic to be cultivated, but ugh!”
You stuffed your face into your photo album. “I’d rather be a janitor than just a mere half student. But it’s too late to pull out now. It just, it just frustrates me that the only thing keeping Grim from being a full student is that the carriage didn’t bring him here.”
The mask blinked. “I suppose that is the case. Had he come in a coffin, he would’ve been assigned a dorm. But, I don’t look into those that haven’t been brought here by the carriage.”
You huffed. You weren’t really all the interested in being a student here. You’re more than content to just watch the others pop off their own magic while you stayed in the background doing cleaning and being paid, but, in your own need to have some protection, you kept Grim and suddenly Crowley decided your reward should be your admission. “If Grim and I end up separated, he at least has a good chance of survival, but I’d be dead within seconds if I meet anything with just a tiny ounce of magic. You’d think Crowley would give me some kind of accommodation or some magical tool to make up for my no-magic situation but…”
“I’m afraid such things either don’t exist, or are extremely limited.”
You scoffed. “Let me guess, it’s because people don’t want to waste resources on the non-magics when people with magic can use these tools so much better?”
“…”
You snapped your finger. “Figured. People in power really are predictable, aren’t they?”
You flipped through the album, adjusting the thing on your knees. “Well, I don’t want to talk about it anymore. Let me show you some fairies I took pictures of. They sure like to pose when they can.”
#twst#twisted wonderland#twst-drabbles#twst-drabbles exclusive#drabble#night raven college staff#dark mirror#reader insert
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Chance Encounter
Eyyo finally finished this drabble about @jackplushie‘s automation au! Its scavenger yuu/reader meeting Grim. Hope yall enjoy it!
WC: 1060
Warnings: None
Your sack hung heavily over your shoulder. Not heavy with scrap unfortunately. Just disappointment. You had found barely anything of value all day. A few good circuit boards but not much else. You were lucky you still had some credits saved up… today's haul wasn't going to get you much.
A bell chimed as you swung upon the door of your buyer's shop.
A man in a pointed mechanical mask outfitted with luminous yellow goggles turned to great you from the workbench he had been standing over.
"Ahah! If it isn't my favorite scavenger, just in time! I was wondering if I was going to have to close up shop without your daily visit!" Crowley loudly declared as he walked over to the counter where you placed the sack.
"Crowley, I'm your only scavenger." You sighed. He did this every time. But so did you.
"And I have no least favorites!" He said before diving headfirst into the sack. Honestly your mentor was birdlike in more ways than just the mask… although his top hat usually alleviated that… probably in the wash going by how much grease he was sporting. He usually looked like he had stepped out a steampunk novel… a good one, but still.
"Hmm I can see why you were taking a while. Not much luck today." He came out holding a few of the circuits.
"Just a bad day." You sighed in response.
"For the both of us I'm afraid…" He said as he turned one of the pieces around in his hands. "I just found a mostly intact pet android but I'm having no luck in fixing it up I'm afraid."
… He really had a weird definition of bad luck on his end.
"Oh!" He suddenly clapped his hands together, "Maybe you'd have a better time with it though! We could do a trade!"
"A trade…"
"Yes! I'll take these doodads and you can have the droid!"
"...You don't have any cash do you?" You responded.
"Nonsense!" He said far too quickly, "Besides, it's in your favor, these circuits are… not particularly valuable as is…"
You kinda wish he wasn't right about that… plus you really didn't have any projects…
"Fineee."
"Wonderful! See, aren't I so generous?" Crowley remarked as he walked back to his workbench, picking up whatever was resting there before coming back.
He laid a small cat styled android on the table. It was… cute, in that chunky, boxy sort of way. It might've looked like it was sleeping if it weren't for the open panel and pile of exposed wires.
"I've checked everything, and none of his parts are broken…" Crowley sighed, "So I hope you'll have better luck getting him to turn on."
You nodded. Even if Crowley could be a bit of a pain, this was still an exciting find, you'd never even heard of a bot showing up in the scrap yards in such pristine condition. Crowley probably just forgot to charge the battery or something.
.
.
.
Okay maybe the problem wasn’t Crowley. You had been standing over your workbench for hours and still hadn’t gotten the damn cat to turn on.
You had charged its battery, replaced all its wires, resoldered the motherboard, and then completely replaced its cooling system just for good measure. And it still. Wouldn’t. Turn. ON!
At this point you were probably just going to have to give up. At least for today…
You look out your window to watch as a passing cloud lets the moon shine through. So it’s well past time to eat some dinner.
You look through the cupboards and you find… one can of tuna… great… maybe it'd be nice with some bread?
You set the can on the counter and begin rummaging through the fridge, finally pulling out a loaf of sliced bread and setting it on the counter right next to- nothing?
You blink, but the tuna is still gone. Like it vanished into thin air.
What did not vanish into thin air was the sudden cacophony coming from your work room. Like an angle grinder was being slapped against a cast iron fence. You walked to the door to peek inside and saw… the android, sitting on its haunches with your tuna can held in its grubby little hands and very sharp teeth.
Now that it was switched on you could see that its eyes, tail tip, and the insides of its ears were glowing bright blue.
The bot seemed to finally succeed in biting the lid off the tuna can- hey wait!
"That's mine!" You exclaimed, rushing into the room and grabbing the cat droid by the neck just before it could pour the tuna into its now yowling mouth.
"EH? Hey! Haven't you ever heard about finders keepers?" The cat asked as he flailed in your grip.
"Haven't you heard of how robots can't eat?"
"Of course I can eat! Now let me down you stupid human! That tuna is calling my name!"
"You probably don't even have a name." You sighed.
"I'll have you know I've got the best name!" The android crossed his little arms, "I'm the great and powerful master Grim! And you'd better remember it!"
You watched as Grim continued struggling in your grasp. It was interesting to see an android who had named itself… even more a cat android that was talking… or could eat. Supposedly.
"Okay you can have the tuna…" You began, causing Grim's head to snap towards you. "If you tell me how you turned on."
"Hehe heh! That's an easy one!" Grim replied smugly, "I've been on since that weirdo charged my battery! I've just been waiting for the right chance to sneak away… but that guy didn't have anything worth eating. Now gimme tuna!"
You blinked as you dropped Grim and watched him shove his face to begin devouring the tuna.
He… couldn't have been right. You'd done a bunch of work on him that he couldn't have been online for… and you verified that he was off, otherwise you wouldn't have been working on him so long… SO long…
But as you watched him yawn after finishing the tuna, you had to admit he was kind of cute. In his own way. And you were pretty lonely other than your visits to Crowley…
"Y'know Grim…" You began, "How'd you like to stay?"
#twst#twisted wonderland#twst x reader#twst imagines#twst yuu#twst headcanons#automation au#no actual x reader but 'reader insert' isnt really a tag so
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