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noodletastic · 1 year

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returning to tumblr with the Sacrilege CollectionTM. this collection brought to you from my curiouscat circa march 2021.

anon this calls for a whole fic or at least a thread, but here's a summary of events.

nsfw.ish atsumu escapes to the bathroom, because he has to. they're in small group, and he can't stop looking at sakusa across the room. sakusa, who is always looking at him too, with taunting black eyes. atsumu's eyes always wander to the silver cross around his neck. how it rests against his pale chest, revealed in by the too-low buttons of his Sunday best.

the door opens while he's in the stall, remembering how to breath and how to tell right from wrong. it's not odd. it's a big church.

he isn't expecting to see sakusa when he leaves the stall, perched on the low window sill. the sun outlines him, makes his fair skin glow and creates a halo of his curls. atsumu thinks he looks like lucifer, like the angel who fell, and finally he understands why eve took a bite.

"You keep looking at me, Miya." "I don't." "You do."

atsumu argues, even as sakusa walks him back into the stall. he argues when slender fingers skate over his belt and down the shameful hardness of his cock. he argues, but he kisses back. he argues, but when sakusa drops to his knees and looks up at him with molten eyes and asks can i, atsumu says yes.

he says yes, and it's the closest he's felt to heaven, even if his toes are trembling at the edge of a cloud, and he's sure the fall is coming.

welp.

nsfw.ish atsumu prays about it that night, and every night following. he gets on his knees beside his bed and tries to banish the image of sakusa just like this, bowed before him with his velvet tongue and serpent lips.

he begs for forgiveness. he recites every prayer drilled into him since childhood, from hail marys to innocent rhymes. it doesn't stop his cock from filling against his thigh. it doesn't stop tears from springing to his eyes, some heady mix of shame and hunger. it doesn't stop him, inevitably, from shoving his hand into his shorts. he strokes himself and thinks of sakusa while still whispering hoarse pleas to a God he has forsaken, and who has abandoned him in his time of need.

it doesn't stop him from seeking out sakusa's black hole eyes at every worship service. those eyes are always on him, and they reflect back the same want burning in his gut.

atsumu has been avoiding sakusa since the incident. he has clung to the youth pastor before and after each service, asking questions and offering to help clean. he's avoided using the restroom or going anywhere he could be alone. even if he can't avoid the way his eyes wander, he can resist temptation.

it's harder when the adults leave. atsumu focuses on stacking chairs and gathering discarded pamphlets, anything to ignore sakusa, who burns in his periphery.

it takes less than ten minutes for a hand to lock around his elbow. his back thunks into the closed door of a small meeting room before he can utter a protest and sakusa is there, caging him in. they aren't touching, but he radiates heat like a furnace, like the surface of the sun, dragging atsumu into his gravity.

he hasn't seen him this close in so long. he had done his best to forget the curve of his lips and the dark curl of his lashes. he looks even better today, in his sunday best, even if the yellow of his soft sweater (soft, atsumu knows, because his hands have curled into the fabric unbidden) contrasts his dark hair and the heat of his eyes.

"Sakusa-"

"You know the story of Peter," he says, and atsumu's stomach turns. "He denied his savior thrice. How many times will you deny me?"

atsumu can't speak. he's shaking, rattling beneath sakusa, who feels like a titan before him. he can't make his muscles clench, his hands won't push against sakusa away, his heart won't stop pounding.

"This is the last time," he rasps.

"We'll see," sakusa says.

sakusa kisses him and it feels like a brand- heart, body, and soul. atsumu can do nothing but pull him closer.

let's keep the easter theme, shall we?

nsfw. atsumu can hear the other members of the youth group just outside of the door. he can hear his peers wondering where he disappeared to. after all, it's not like him to leave in the middle of an activity. he's always there to direct them, to make sure that the cleaning has been thorough, and to keep the energy light enough that even the reticent teens in their group feel encouraged enough to finish their tasks.

it's not like him to be half-dressed, squirreled away in a private room. it's not like him to have his head thrown back and his lip captured between his teeth while someone - another boy, another member of the church - kisses and nips at his neck, at skin he'd never known was sensitive.

"Don't- leave marks," he whispers, and the breath he's been holding comes out as a pant. one of sakusa's fingers hooks into his tie, yanking it loose enough to unhook the buttons at his collar.

"I won't." sakusa sounds amused and shame burns in his stomach just under the arousal, or maybe as a part of it. "Not where anyone can see."

sakusa's mouth moves down, as promised, biting and sucking hard at the skin of his bared chest and atsumu can barely breath past the shame, not when his cock is throbbing in his best khakis. he can hear someone calling his name now, and his rational mind is screaming at him to stop, to remember who he is, to remember -where- he is.

when he opens his eyes, he can see a painting of Mount Galgotha on the wall, with it's three crosses, and he feels tears prickle at his eyes. then there's a thigh shoved between his leg, providing delicious pressure, and he rasps out, "oh God-"

sakusa stills against him. when he lifts his head, his eyes are bright and his mouth is red, red, red. "What was that?"

"I said-" the tears are still pooling in his eyes and he doesn't know up from down anymore. "Feels good-"

sakusa's mouth curls into a slow smile. "You can call me God if you like. But I'll settle for Kiyoomi." his leg nudges against atsumu again and forces another moan from his throat. "Make yourself feel good, Atsumu. Go on."

atsumu's hips stutter in response and the shame of it is finally enough for tears to fall. sakusa catches them with broad swipes of his thumb and delicate kisses and atsumu ruts against his thigh and whispers his name as a reverent exaltation until the line between Kiyoomi and God disappears entirely.

#skts #volleybois #noodle writes #noodle rambles

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captainsupernoodle · 1 year

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FINALLY! IT IS DONE.

#fanfiction #noodle writes #noodle fic #james bond #fandom trumps hate #fth2022

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notabled-noodle · 2 years

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“show don’t tell” is fine advice and all, but y’all do know that you need to tell some stuff at some point, right?

a story that is 100% show and 0% tell is completely unreadable. you’re giving your readers no context and no hard and fast knowledge. it’s about finding a balance that works for you, your style, and your story. what it isn’t about is going too far to one direction or the other.

#writblr #writing #noodle writes #writing advice #yeah.#for me. ‘show don’t tell’ triggers alarm bells in my head

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ladyofthenoodle · 6 months

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fic idea from 2020 that the paris special unearthed from the archives of my brain:

So far, there wasn’t a single thing about this new reality that wasn’t terrible. She was grounded, for some reason, which she didn’t know about, and was therefore double grounded for breaking the rules of the grounding. Which she hadn’t known about!

To make matters worse, when she’d gone to text Alya to complain about the unfairness of it all, she realized she didn’t have Alya’s number. In fact, she didn’t have anyone’s number except her parents, Nadja Chamack, her grandmother, and someone called The Supreme.

She next turned to Tikki to vent, but when she checked her (admittedly cool) purse, she found her kwami wide-eyed, terrified, and most horrifiyingly, muzzled—which Marinette couldn’t figure out a way to undo.

So she was stuck in the bakery on a Saturday morning with angry parents and no one to talk to and no ideas on how to get out of the worst version of Paris possible.

Which is when Adrien Agreste’s bodyguard walked in. Brief hope flared in her heart before extinguishing just as quickly when she saw he was alone.

Which she should’ve expected. With how awful this world was, she wouldn’t be surprised if Adrien didn’t even exist here. She couldn’t imagine a world this awful with him in it.

She bagged up the Gorilla’s order with a heavy heart and sent him on his way before looking out the bakery display window with a sigh.

Only to spot Adrien Agreste himself, with an asymmetrical haircut and thick kohl around his eyes, staring back at her. He was different than her Adrien—and she couldn’t say she was a fan of the hair—but he was just as handsome, and his eyes even more striking with the eyeliner.

When he noticed her looking, his eyes widened and his cheeks started to turn pink.

Was he blushing?

Marinette could feel her own cheeks heating up as he stared. She ventured a small, embarrassed wave, and he—he!—

He lifted his own hand, brought it to his lips, and blew her a kiss.

Crash!

Marinette, along with about 300 macarons, toppled to the floor.

“Good morning, Marinette!” said Adrien Agreste, during a time that was decidedly morning but far too early to be described as ‘good.’

She scowled at him.

“Girl, you okay?” said Alya Césaire, who was—who was speaking to her.

Right.

Alya Césaire was speaking to her. Because Alya Césaire, Hesperia’s favorite lackey, was apparently Marinette’s best friend.

And Adrien Agreste was the boy Marinette was in love with.

She plastered a smile on her face. “I’m great, Alya! Super dee duper. Absolutely swell. What a beautiful morning with all the sunshine and the…. morning.”

Alya looked unconvinced.

“And the Adriens!” Marinette added hastily. “I mean, the Adrien. Because there’s only one Adrien and he sure is… here. Hello Adrien! Your face is looking very attractive this morning, because you are an attractive person. And that’s… something positive I can say about you.”

“Thanks, Marinette!” said Adrien with a dopey little smile. She wasn’t sure if he was mocking her or just deeply stupid. If her diary entries were to be believed, it was probably the latter. “Your face is looking attractive this morning as well. Did you do something new with your makeup?”

Marinette had done her makeup the same way she did every day, but she supposed his Marinette opted for a boring girl next door ‘no makeup makeup’ look.

Alya squealed next to her before giving her shoulder an excited squeeze.

Marinette took several deep breaths.

“Yes, I thought I’d try something new.”

Adrien smiled and nodded.

Alya shoved her forward.

Marinette barely managed to restrain herself from sending Alya a patented Toxinelle Death Glare. Instead, she smiled wider at Adrien.

Her cheeks hurt.

“Thank you soooooo much for noticing my makeup. That is a thing I am excited about. I love putting on makeup to impress cute boys, tee hee!”

Adrien’s face fell. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to imply—I know you always dress for you, Marinette! That’s something I really admire about you.”

His eyes were so earnest, so sincere, and for a second, she almost—

Marinette cleared her throat. “That’s so nice! You can leave now.”

Adrien blinked.

“Bye!” She shooed him.

“Oh, um, bye Marinette,” he said with a sheepish wave, and then he left.

Nailed it.

“Girl, what the actual fuck?”

#miraculous ladybug #ml paris special #miraculous fanfic #marinette dupain-cheng #toxinelle #shadybug #noodles writes

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kalims · 13 days

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⊹ㅤattractive things they do | savanaclaw

parts. heartslabyul, savanaclaw, octavinelle, scarabia, pomefiore, ignihyde, diasomnia

characters. leona, ruggie, jack

note. this is actually a hallucination, if I posted twice in a week, consecutively. this isn't true

assertive to an extent (which is a lot in his case.) leona has a knack for pulling you over by your arm, a case is when some fearless students decides it was a good time to insult you right in his face and he raises a brow, then pulls you behind him? just quietly stares down the person cause he's not gonna exert more effort than that unless they got some sort of nerve of steel. he tends to take charge, a bad habit you suppose. what he wants is what he gets apparently.

if you catch his eye he always grins at you. maybe a smile would've been endearing but it's ruggie, his trademark grin is practically the smile of someone like him. across the cafeteria when you're on your way to a table? you see ruggie and he waves at you with a little imp of a grin. just peacefully passing by the hallway on your way to your class? oh. there he is, getting chased by people again. he just passes by and even spades you another grin, multitude of yells following behind him. 'meet me later' is shouted by him after.

jack hugs like a bear. he looks like he gives the warmest hugs, the one where you'll just be engulfed in his ginormous flesh of his arms and turn into putty. if you ever catch yourself in one, well. you'll be wishing you had a fluffy bed and a pair of equally fluffy pillows alongside in it. it's easy to fluster him whether you like it or not by bounding up to the guy, raising his arms to go around your body and melt. cause he will notice and forget he can't control the emotions of his tail.

#ㅤ◜◡◝ . . signed !#twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twst #twisted wonderland #twst fluff #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland headcanons #twisted wonderland scenarios #leona kingsholar x reader #leona x reader #ruggie bucci x reader #ruggie x reader #jack howl x reader #jack x reader #gender neutral reader #as i write this i am in my natural habitat #cooking noodles 🗯

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that-fruitier-emo · 2 months

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Important author question

#tfe rambles #noodles talks #tfe polls #noodles does polls #tfe writes #writers on tumblr #writeblr #writerscommunity

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quizzical-is · 6 months

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This show is rotating in my mind eternally it's just so good and like everything I love about scifi.

#scavengers reign #scavengers reign sam #ursula tho #i will write a whole post about her soon #you know the characters are good when i cant pick a favorite #like azi????#amazing #levi???? (crying) also amazing #kamen is a soggy noodle of a man and yet still fascinating #and of course sam is the emotional support cool guy which is why hes always fucking getting stabbed or some shit #im intruiged but inherently untrustful of the new crew #i feel like they are here to show how not to survive on the planet #idk tho #we shall see

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itty-bitty-sunshine · 8 months

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Naptime play

#Sun's not the only one who puts up a show for the kids #specially if they simply refuse to lay down without “one last game”#that 'sword' does as much damage as a pool noodle #but Moon is always amused with their skill with it anyway #dca fandom #dca fnaf #doodles #fnaf daycare attendant #fnaf moon #oc #dca au #immortal au #can you tell how bad i am at writing dialogue #Sunshine draws

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oneawkwardwriter · 4 months

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Bedtime Tales

pairing: Wonka!Willy Wonka x literary nerd!gn!reader warnings/tags: Wonka spoilers!, just a lighthearted story, reader being a huge nerd totally not inspired by myself no... summary: reader finds out that not only has Willy never learned how to read, he was also never read to as a child, so they make a deal a/n: I'm lowkey obsessed with the new Wonka film, I can't even learn for major tests without seeing connections wc: 942

"What do you mean you can't read?" You asked in astonishment as you stare at the chocolatier in front of you.

"I just can't..." Willy said rather matter-of-factly, shrugging his shoulders as he took in the shocked expression on your face. "I never needed to, so I never learned it."

"Would've come in handy at zoo," Noodle muttered under her breath, "We nearly got eaten by a tiger."

"Keyword: nearly," Willy emphasised, "I've nearly been eaten by a lot of things, and they only got as much as a nibble."

"Okay, yeah, that's... that's not really comforting," You replied, shaking your head as if to process the thought, "So, you don't how to read... but at least you've been read to when you were a child, right? Right...?"

But Willy only shook his head, making your eyes widen more. "You've never been... right, okay, uhm... right, yes..." You're stumbling over your words, trying to form a coherent sentence and failing miserably. "Right, well... I'm sorry, but how has someone with so much imagination never been read to? Where do your ideas come from if not from stories?"

"I don't know, they just... form in my mind?" Willy answered, not sure how to respond to your questions. "I think you're making this a bigger deal than it has to be."

"Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. the Chocolatier," You reply sarcastically as you look him dead in the eye, "I didn't realise that you were capable of such great things. Why would you even need to read? You already traveled around the world, so there's no need for you to immerge yourself into another."

"Are you sure she's still talking about my non-ability to read?" Willy asked Noodle, still confused but also slightly intrigued by your apparent affinity for reading.

"Hey, you pissed off the literature nerd, not me," Noodle simply answered before going back to her chores.

"Okay, you're exaggerating, I'm not pissed off," You clarify as you shake your head, "I'm just... baffled by the fact that you've never bothered with anything related to reading."

Truth be told, they could've gone around in circles like that forever if it hadn't been for Mrs. Scrubbit checking everyone's attendance and sending them to their separate rooms.

You leaned against the door and sighed, tired from yet another exhausting day at the bleachers. You sat down on your bed and let your head rest in your hands. Having been at the laundromat and bleachers for a few years now and still having several years ahead of you, you had given up on dwelling over your miserable predicament.

So instead, you got out a book from your suitcase, one of your very few possessions. Seeing as the lightbulb above your head kept on flickering and wouldn't provide much light, you moved over to the window, where the moon casted a dim glow over the pages.

After a while, you heard a soft psst coming from the window of the room across from yours. You looked up, only for your eyes to catch the gaze of the brilliant, illiterate young man.

"So, I had a talk with Noodle, and she offered to learn me how to read," Willy said, "She said it would be necessary if this whole chocolate selling operation works through."

"Well, that's a nice offer," You reply, "And I agree with her. You won't always be able to depend on others to do the reading for you."

"Now that you mention it, maybe that wouldn't be such a bad thing," He comments, "I mean, you seemed to be a advocate for being read to, right?"

You can't help but lightly chuckle. "There's a massive difference between having someone read for you and someone read to you, Mr. Wonka," You say, "One creates a depency, the other provides an escape."

"Well, if that's the case, let's hope that prisoners aren't being read to," Willy joked, lightly grinning when he saw a faint smile creep up your lips. "See, who needs to read when a clever choice of words can make even the most stubborn of people crack a smile?"

"Who are you calling stubborn, Mr 'My near-death experience doesn't mean I should learn how to read'?" You ask rethorically as you raise and eyebrow at him, "Besides, it's often a clever choice of words that makes reading so worthwhile."

"Well, I suppose you'll have to prove that to me in order for me to believe it," He argued, secretly hoping you'd concede.

"Oh, is that how it has to be?" In your mind, you were somewhat thrilled to indulge and with that, be able to share something you were passionate about. But what's the fun in simply saying okay? "Well, I suppose if you asked kindly enough I would think about it..."

"Alright, alright..." Willy said as he stifled a smirk while rolling his eyes. "Would you, please, read to me so I may realise at last what I've been missing out on?"

"Because you asked so politely and totally weren't forced to do so, I will indulge you, Mr. Wonka," You say, fighting back a smile of your own.

And so, you start to read, occasionally looking up only to find fim listening attentively. Right before the story reaches its climax, you shut the book.

Being surprised by the sudden halt, Willy snaps out of his hazy state of drifting off into the story and looks confused.

"Hey, why did you stop?" He asks in astonishment, "How am I supposed to know how the story ends?"

"I guess we'll find out another time," You say, a slight smirk forming on your lips. "Good night, Willy."

#writing prompt #writeblr #writing prompts #willy wonka x reader #willy wonka fic #wonka 2023 #x reader fic #noodle wonka movie #willy wonka is illiterate #just a nerd who loves to read #this doesn't make any sense at all #divider by saradika #oneawkwardwriter fics

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justcaptiannoodles · 3 months

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Shenanigans

So’lek: carrying my tiny cat ass around on his shoulder while on patrol cause I gots lil legs Me/catsona: So’lek: Me: So are you a tits or a thigh man? So’lek: as the demon say, please shut the fuck up. Me/catsona: I’m just trying to make conversation!

#noodle speaks #noodle writes #avatar #avatar 2009 #credit to saradika for the border #So’lek #so’lek avatar #avatar frontiers of pandora #frontiers of pandora

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n00dl3gal · 5 months

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My New Favorite Nightgown - Noco Sleepytime Collab

HEYYYYY IT'S TIME FOR @starryluminary'S SLEEPYTIME NOCO COLLAB AND I'M DERANGED SO LET'S GOOOOOOOO HAVE SOME NOKEL Yep, Kelsi Anderson isn't going anywhere. Enjoy. Read the fic on AO3:

“It’s a bed, Kelsi. That’s it. You just- you just have to lay down in it,” she told her reflection. Her reflection was still quivering. “Why am I nervous? Maudite, it’s just a bed.”

Her hands gripped the ceramic edges of the sink. The sleeves of her nightgown draped onto her hand delicately. Her hair hung loose and shaggy around her cheeks. Her breath was sharp and forced between freshly brushed teeth.

It was just a bed, but it was Noah’s bed.

It wasn’t as if they hadn’t slept together before, in either sense of the word. But both times, it had been in Kelsi’s room, in her bed. This was the first time that she would be sleeping in her boyfriend’s bed.

Boyfriend. That was still so surreal to her.

Said boyfriend knocked on the door. “If you don’t get out soon, I’ll go to bed without you. And lock the door.”

“Coming!” Kelsi squealed, cringing at how her voice echoed in the bathroom. “Just- just washing my face!” She turned on the faucet and began splashing water, just to sell it.

She did end up washing her face if only to help ground her and give her hands something to do. She was also pretty sure Noah would notice if she hadn’t washed her face, because he's observant and awful. The water did help. It snapped her out of whatever fugue state she was in.

Nevertheless, Kelsi was still trembling as she closed the door to Noah's bedroom behind her. He was already lying in bed, reading. “You don't have to be nervous,” he said without looking up. “I get being anxious, I do, but you don't have to be. It's not like we haven't done this before.” He placed a bookmark in the book and set it on the floor. Then, he patted the bed before rolling on his side. His face was towards the wall, leaving his back exposed to Kelsi.

She smiled despite her jitters. “You want me to be the big spoon?” she asked as she climbed next to him.

“Well, the last time I was the big spoon, I ended up kissing someone's ear on national television,” Noah replied dryly. As if sensing Kelsi’s expanding grin, he added, “That's not an invitation. I don't- getting my ears wet is a no-no.”

Kelsi settled onto the pillow, wrapping her arms around his waist. “Is this alright?”

“Yeah,” Noah answered, leaning into her touch. “I like… having pressure on me. Owen sleepwalks and he'd end up laying on top of me.”

“I thought he only sleepwalks after eating beans,” she commented.

“He used to, but at some point, he graduated to sleepwalking after consuming any protein.” Both shuddered in unison. “Whatever. I ended up getting used to it. Beat out having to buy a weighted blanket.”

“You don't have to explain if you don't wanna,” Kelsi reassured him. She rested her forehead against the back of his head. “Just let me know if I do anything that pushes your boundaries.”

“You’re not Sierra.” Kelsi couldn't argue with that. Instead, she burrowed herself further under Noah's comforter. “...hey. Are you still nervous?”

Kelsi watched Noah's back rise and fall with each breath. “Could you talk to me for a little bit? About anything. Like- like what is okay to do, and what isn’t. In our relationship,” she babbled.

She was met with silence, and she momentarily thought she managed to piss him off. Soon, though, she heard “Kissing is alright, as long as you give me some sort of signal. I like hugging and cuddling most of the time. But if I tell you to stop, do it. Don’t touch my chest, especially if I’m not wearing my binder. I’m serious about the wet ears thing, never give me a wet wi- are you falling asleep already?”

Kelsi’s eyes were already drooping. “I listen to music to fall asleep,” she mumbled. “Or Sierra’s rambling. Yours is nicer. Hmm…”

“If you want a lullaby, you gotta sing it yourself. I left my singing back on that godforsaken plane,” Noah said dryly. Kelsi could hear the affection in his voice, too. In his own roundabout way, he was asking for her to sing.

She hummed. She watched the vibration of her lips move Noah’s hair slightly between lidded eyes. “The stars lean down to kiss you, and I lie awake and miss you. Pour me a heavy dose of atmosphere,” she sang softly. Noah moved her hands over his stomach. She smiled. “‘Cause I’ll doze off safe and soundly, but I’ll miss your arms around me. I’d send a postcard to you dear, ‘cause I wish you were here.”

She fell asleep to the smell of Noah’s 2-in-1 shampoo and the heat of his body, and Kelsi had never slept better in her life.

The song Kelsi sings: https://www.youtube.com/watch?app=desktop&v=pIz2K3ArrWk

#noco sleepytime collab #noco #total drama #total drama fanfiction #td noah #td cody #kelsi anderson #nokel #transfem cody au #transgender #noodle writes

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lovesickeros · 3 months

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☆ decadence divine [ act I ]

{☆} characters arlecchino, neuvillette, furina {☆} notes yandere, drabble, gender neutral reader {☆} warnings yandere content, stalking (implied), kidnapping (implied) {☆} word count 2.3k

ARLECCHINO

Arlecchino was wont to leave social gatherings to her subordinates– the private meetings were where she thrived. It was so much easier to lure your prey into a trap when you didn't have prying eyes and ears waiting for the barest hint of blackmail.

She clicked her tongue in distaste, her eyes narrowing beneath the mask of the fox as she set down her cup sharply. It was difficult as it was to draw them from the safety of their bubble– at the slightest hint of danger, her quarry would run. A chase would be fun, but she couldn't risk getting caught here. The political nightmare it would cause..it already gave her a headache. She had to be discreet.

They weren't making it easy, however.

Which is why she never liked crowds. But this chance didn't come by every day. She wasn't going to simply let it pass by because of a little danger. She'd have them eventually, it was just a matter of how. There were already numerous of her own lingering in the crowds, hidden beneath the masks that every patron bore. It was difficult to stand out amongst the flurry of masked patrons constantly shifting around the room, moving from one conversation to another, gliding from one dance partner to another.

Her heeled boots clicked sharply against the tile as she stalked through the crowds, keeping a wide berth yet always lingering nearby– she was sure they could feel the vague sense of being watched, but with the huge crowds..her lips quirked into a grin with the barest flash of teeth. There were a great many ways to break them in– she'd spent a great amount of time and mora to get anything she could for blackmail, if she so wished. She had the backing of the Fatui as well if she played her cards right– it wouldn't be difficult to convince them that they were a valuable target, and none of them would dare to question just what she did with them afterwards.

Perhaps a bit of play, first. Test the waters. She was familiar with playing the polite gentleman, despite her status as a Fatui Harbinger. Stage something for her to intervene, perhaps, to look the hero. The look of shock when she revealed the wolf beneath the wool..she could see it already. That wide, doe-eyed look as they realized the monster they've followed blindly like a lost lamb..she was beginning to see the appeal.

All it took was a few hushed words and subtle signals before the tiles started to fall in place, her hand gliding along their lower back as she leaned over their shoulder with a thin, predatory smile. She'd have to organize for the agent to be released later, her eyes following as the Gardes dragged him out of the room in a flurry of curses, but for now..she tilted her head to peer down at them, polite and almost apologetic.

"You aren't too startled, are you? Now now, there's no need to look so..scared, poor thing. I won't let another lay a hand on you," She cooed in a sickly sweet tone, the husky rasp of her voice whispered in their ear like dripping honey. "You have my word. Now, why don't we get you some fresh air? Come. Allow me to escort you."

Her lips pulled into a jagged grin at the relief in their eyes– the blind lamb following the shepherd as it led them into it's maw. Just a little longer, and she could finally have her own caged bird– a pretty thing to admire, to protect, to possess.

Something no one else would ever touch again. Something hers.

NEUVILLETTE

Neuvillette was not one for parties. The intricacies and delicate handling of public relations he oft left in the capable hands of Furina, rather then himself. It was only at her behest he even attended at all, but he still felt rather..out of place amongst the bodies constantly shifting through the ballroom like a constant rush of water from one end to the other, no rhyme nor reason to the flow. The only thing that kept him afloat among the tides was the mask of the deer obscuring his face– even if it was exceedingly difficult to truly hide himself among the crowds, most passed over him without second thought.

Though he had to be honest with himself, even if he couldn't bring himself to admit it to Furina despite her insistence that his attendance was mandatory. He had his own reasons for coming– selfishness that left a sour taste in his mouth. It was purely by chance he'd seen the briefest glimpse of them prior, and he..was intrigued, that was all.

He refused to let his thoughts linger on the sleepless nights he spent prying every piece of information he could from loose tongues and obscure documents, every moment he managed to squeeze in between trials spent lingering in their most favored locations– cafes, stores, restaurants, the like.

Now a masquerade.

He tried not to let the guilt gnaw at his conscious, but it lingered like an age old scar that still ached.

So he relegated himself to simply residing in the further corner, nursing a goblet of water like a fine wine, trying not to let his eyes stray to the brief glimpses of them through the ever moving bodies filling the center of the room, dancing like puppets in music boxes.

Still, his hand twitched in an instinctual desire– a need to clasp his hand in their own, to touch his lips upon their knuckles, to indulge in a moment of reprieve and unshackle himself from the mantle that bears heavy upon his shoulders. He seeks reverence, worship, but not of himself– but towards the one who had drawn the eye of the dragon amongst the waves of humans he'd seen come and go for a great many years.

No one could compare, he is certain. None have left him as breathless, as hopelessly infatuated, as the one who made him wish only to kneel at their feet in senseless reverence until he could no longer speak. A hopeless man, indeed, if he has never even truly met them.

Instead he's spent his time prying into their life from the shadows. Caution, or simple cowardice?

He dares not ponder.

Yet in his ceaseless pondering he'd blocked out the world without, failing to notice the figure stepping up beside him until their hand brushed against his elbow– just the briefest touch, but it had his pupils narrowing and his entire body tensing like a coiled spring. That touch..bliss. It left him breathless and lightheaded as he tilted his head to regard them, his lips parting in a shaky sigh. They are as beautiful as he remembers– even with their face obscured beneath the mask, he would never forget them.

"Greetings, Monsieur– I hope I didn't frighten you too much." Their laugh made him feel rather faint, just the sound of their voice making his hand tighten around his cane. "..Not at all. I was simply lost in thought." He admitted apologetically, trying to reign in the urge to cup their face between his palms. A dangerous thought. He didn't want to scare them off when they'd provided him a priceless opportunity.

"My apologies, you must have needed something. It was rude of me to have been so absorbed in my thoughts to have ignored you." He continued, gently turning to set his goblet down– offer them his full attention, be a gentleman. The words rang in his skull like a ceaseless alarm, blaring and rattling his thoughts as he gently took their hand in his own. It was a split second decision– an indulgence, but he could simply not help himself. Even with his gloves between them, he felt like he was going to lose his composure just from such a brief touch..

He truly was a hopeless man before an altar, praying for a salvation he intends to bury deep beneath the waves– to keep it hidden in the darkness of the depths that only he can reach. A selfish man, he must be, to even think of it, but it is an itch that he cannot scratch. A need that must be satisfied. He cannot allow any hands but his own to tend to them, to know what it feels to touch them, to hear their voice and see their eyes as he prays– prays like a man starved, devotion born of desperation.

"I hope I did not make you wait too long." He smiles, soft and affectionate, like the bloom of spring beneath the winters chill– yet just as deadly, only masked by the sweet fragrance of flowers.

He had waited too long.

No longer.

FURINA

Furina was right at home amongst the crowds– where the masks obscured the identities of most, it was impossible to not recognize the charming banter of the Hydro Archon beneath the mask of the lamb as she graced the masquerade with her presence, speaking with a silver tongue to any who would listen. A truly enthralled audience fitting for the grandest of performers in Fontaine.

But her eyes lingered not on the people who's praise dripped from their lips like honey– yet so very bitter upon her tongue. Even the mask obscuring her expression did little to hide the longing that had her visibly deflating like a popped balloon. She hated all the eyes on her, really– it was suffocating. She was only putting on a show in the foolish hope that they'd finally pay attention to her. Just her luck, she supposes, that instead she's had to throw herself straight into the role of Archon without a pay off..

They hadn't even spared her a glance! It would be infuriating if not for the fact she couldn't even keep her composure just seeing them across the room. They didn't even have to look at her and she could feel the heat rush to her ears as she forced another smile at the crowd gathered around her. It was unfair how easily they could fluster her without even knowing it– her heart was thumping so hard against her ribcage she felt like it might burst.

Her only solace was the fact none of the patrons seemed to realize she'd clocked out of the conversation, her thoughts and eyes lingering on the distant figure– what a lovestruck fool she makes..it was a chance encounter she'd seen them during one of her outings. That was all it took to enthrall her, evidentially, try as she might to have ignore it for months.

They never left her mind for longer then a day, in the end, and she had to face the fact they had managed to enrapture her so deeply she felt like a newborn lamb learning to walk whenever she so much as thought of them. What an embarrassment! She..she was the Archon, she had a reputation to maintain, she couldn't be seen fawning over a human.

But oh, she still longed for it, beneath the veneer of a God. She'd watched them more times then she'd admit even to herself, wishing to find herself in place of those who'd hands were cradled so casually in their own– to hear their voice, their laughter, as often as she pleased..like a fine delicacy she so badly wished to taste, yet so far from her reach.

Would they think her pathetic for her infatuation? She pursed her lips at the thought, trying to bury the sour mood beneath her faux image of the Archon. Yet it lingered, and with only the quietest of excuses, she slipped into the crowd like a ghost– she needed to leave before she did something..stupid. Neuvillette would surely have a few choice words with her if she did, and she was inclined to avoid such a fate.

She..she just needed a moment to collect herself was all. That was it. She could go back to playing Archon for a little longer, she just needed a moment to herself. At the very least, the balcony had been regarded as off limits so late into the party– which gave her an opportunity to slip out of the public view for the briefest of moments. A welcome reprieve– she was starting to feel suffocated amongst the crowds.

Perhaps on instinct, she reached for the mask, lifting ever so slightly away..only to let out a startled yelp at the touch of a hand on her shoulder, the mask slipping back into place far too easily. It made her lightheaded, even now, but she dared not to dwell on it.

But when she turned sharply on her heel to chew out the person who'd followed her and had the gall to scare her..oh, she was done for, her ears flush with heat. The brief glimpse of their eyes beneath the mask, the curl of their lips as they smiled– her heart stuttered in her chest, and she was certain it had stopped all together when they clasped her hand.

"Y–you.." She wanted to be angry, to brush them off and leave with her rationality in tact, but the warmth of their hands on her skin rendered her speechless. She was no better then a fish on land, struggling to fill her lungs with air as she drew in a shaky breath. "Ahem, you caught me off guard. That's all. Surely you do not make it a habit to sneak up on people?" She huffed in indignation, trying to mask the fluster that threatened to break through her carefully crafted facade.

Ah, what a cruel twist of fate..she'd slipped away to escape their allure, but here they were, dragging her back into their orbit without even knowing how deep her infatuation ran. They were alone, too..it was a chance she wasn't sure she'd ever get again.

Maybe, just this once, she could do something for herself rather then everyone else.

She buried her guilt, the fear– buried it beneath the need to be seen.

"But if you want to make it up to me.."

#genshin impact #genshin impact yandere #genshin yandere #neuvillette x reader #yandere neuvillette #yandere neuvillette x reader #arlecchino x reader #yandere arlecchino #yandere arlecchino x reader #furina x reader #yandere furina #yandere furina x reader #fic tag #pats neuvillette this noodle dragon can be so pathetic #aiming for pathetic desperate and slightly guilty. it gnaws at him knowing he's keeping you like a bird in a cage #esp if you react extremely negatively hes like a kicked puppy #not outwardly but internally hes a MESS. sobbing crying wailing #furina and neuvi sopping wet kittens u found in a cardboard box in an alley #vs arle thinking abt all the crimes shes going 2 commit in the process w/o an ounce of guilt. blackmail? check. kidnapping? check.#a little murder for flavor. as u can see im coping horribly w being practically snowed in rn i need 2 be put down #its like 4 degrees out rn (fahrenheit) and getting colder ueueueue i am dying..........#only thing keeping me going is my furinameow plushie coming. eventually. staying strong just for her.................#also needs 2 be mentioned all the stories r separate ksjfkhdsf #no not everyone in fontaine is yan and trying 2 kidnap sorry for getting ur hopes up..#yet #anyway u cant convince me arle isn't bribing (or just straight up forcing) her agents into doing stupid shit so she can “save” you #and make you owe her #two silly goofy little creatures vs the personification of gaslight gatekeep girlboss (heavy on the gaslight)#also split this up in 3 parts bc. lol. lmao. im not writing 9 characters at once goodbye #also all the masks do actually have significance i have an entire essay on why i gave each animal to specific characters okay

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