Ren Amamiya x Fem! Reader
♯ Spring Rain - Oscar Dunbar
Synopsis: You find Morgana in the rain, not knowing that his owner is the cute boy you've had a crush on. You bring him to your apartment, and with nothing much to do, you confide in the little cat about your feelings towards Ren, surely he won't tell on you since he can't talk, right?
Genre: fluffy fluff
Cw: Morgana being a devil. Mutual pining. Ren usage. Mentions of being sick. I fear I failed to capture Ren's nonchalantness. I also fear I might have rushed the ending a bit.
Wc: 3.2k
You were walking along the flooded alleyway. Each step carefully splashing against your stockings with every puddle you come across.
Your jacket was draped over your school bag, walking home in the rain would've been fine if you had an umbrella. Your entire body was drenched with rain water. The fog from the rain were surrounding your ankles, despite the winter uniform you were wearing, you were freezing.
Shivering with every step, you cover your bag with your body, not wanting the electronics in it to get any water damage.
You felt the rain grow harder on the ground, the wind flowing harsher against your hair, your jacket was flinging around, you were for sure getting sick tomorrow.
You looked around, searching for a building you could run into until the rain stopped. You eventually run into an alleyway, hoping the tarp between the two buildings were strong enough to handle the rain. Said buildings were locked, under construction.
You stood on the minimal space where it was dry. Rainwater dripping from your hair and clothes, right onto the floor. Your hands ran through your hair, brushing it out of your face.
A loud crash of thunder echoed throughout the sky above you, bouncing on each wall. The sound made you stumble back in surprise, the heels of your feet bumping into the boxes behind you. Before your could catch yourself, your back clashed with the dusty cardboard with a bang.
Sitting up, rubbing your soaked back.
You heard a soft noise, head whipping back so fast. Maybe it was a woosh, perhaps the rain?
Not quite. It was a meow.
A loud meow, frantic and shocked. You could make out that it was coming from beside you, buried deep within the scattered boxes. Quickly, your feet startled up, supporting yourself with an arm on the pile.
Standing up, you looked over and peeked through the cracks of the boxes. They were barely covered by the tarp. Your hands slowly moving the beige papers apart. Eyes squinting through the darkening sky.
Before you could reach your arm in, a small, black and white cat jumped out straight into your arms, claws extracting, digging deep into your stomach through your uniform, desperately clinging to the white blouse.
"Woah!" You yelled out, stumbling backwards, hands instinctively shooting up to catch him by his small torso. Hissing at the way the water on your uniform stung into the claw marks.
Landing on your back, you try to steady yourself, pressing your palms flat on the ground. Tightening your grip on the small creature's body. Catching your breath, you sat up, carrying his weight between your hands.
"Oh, you silly cat.." you sighed out, earning an angry meow in response, you were shivering on the dirty concrete floor. Small patters of rain hitting your face. That didn't bother you too much though, the only thing clouding your mind was how sick you were going to be tomorrow.
You were so deep in thought, you couldn't hear the footsteps behind you. Not until the small bits of rain seemed to stop, by the umbrella right over you. You looked up, face meeting directly with someone all to familiar with you.
Ren Amamiya, the cute boy in your class.
He's a bit weird, glasses always fogged up too easily, hair always messy and disheveled. The smart boy in your class that seemed to know every answer the teacher would throw at him. The boy everyone rumoured to be a delinquent.
The first few days you've seen him, you heard the rumours, the reports that he had beaten someone up when he was still living in his small country town.
A part of you believed in those whispers, the way he was quiet, silently watching, barely saying anything ever. You saw him hanging out with another known delinquent on his first day, you saw him arguing with Kamoshida during his second week.
You started to talk to him after Kamoshida admitted to all the horrific things he had done. You caught him looking at his bag, as if he was listening to it. A bit weird, but whatever.
You tapped him on his shoulder, s very startled look on his face when he jumped on the spot and turned back to you. You asked him, asked him about what happened since, you heard Kamoshida give him a suspension. You didn't accuse him of anything, god forbid you add onto the many dirty rumours about that was most definitely having a negative effect on him.
You only asked if he was okay.
That was a few months ago, right now, he was looking for Morgana, that titchy cat was running around all over the place. He completely forgot about him though, eyes only focusing on your figure running into the alleyway. He made his way, umbrella clutched in his hand, speeding up a bit after the clattering sounds rang throughout his ears.
He peeked through the wall, seeing your figure on the floor, trembling, next to you, was that annoying, black and white cat that ran away hours ago. He groaned in frustration. Before making his way to you. Hovering his umbrella right above your head, he looks down to your sitting form, eyes meeting yours.
You give him a smile, sheepish and awkward, eyebrows lacing together in embarrassment as you felt your face heat up from the situation you were in right now; drenched from the rain, you probably looked insanely weird right now.
For a while, the both of you just looked at each other, breaths forming into a fog out of your nose, you could still feel the coldness surrounding you, but it somehow didn't hurt like it should. Almost like Ren's smile was enough to warm you up. Insanely cliche, but, true nonetheless.
You raised your hand, palms open, reaching for him, "help me up" you said with a smile. His lips form a returning one, before grabbing your hand and pulling you up. You stumbled a bit, reaching forward to grasp on his shoulders. Steadying yourself, ignoring the heavy thump thump thumps deep inside your chest.
An angry meow snapped the both of you back out of each other's gaze. His neck snapped towards the cat on the floor, glaring straight at the glasses wearing boy, as if they were having a mental arguement.
You looked between the two of them, wondering if Ren disliked cats. He didn't look like a dog person, if anything, he was the most cat person you've ever met.
You reached down, picking up the blue eyed cat. Earning a startled mewl from him. Gripping his small body, cuddling him closer to your chest.
"Be careful," he tells you casually, eyes still glaring at the feline creature in your arms. "He might have fleas." A twitch of a smirk briefly flickered on his face. Subverting his gaze to yours.
"I don't think so." You look down at the cat, who was reaching his arms out to Ren, claws out and feet flailing. "He looks clean, and well-groomed." The cat meowed in satisfaction, switching from struggling out of your grasp to rub his head to your chest and further snuggling up into you.
"Where are you headed?"He asked you, ignoring the jealousy bubbling up in his chest from how close that freaking cat was with you.
"Uhm.. I'm just waiting out until the rain stops." You chuckle awkwardly, earning a playful sigh in response. "You're going to get sick."
"I probably already am." You laughed out, coughing mid-sentence further emphasising your point.
"Let me walk you home." He reaches out to hand you your forgotten school bag that was on the floor. Wrapping your drenched jacket on his other arm. You quickly stop him, well, you try to.
"You don't have to, I'll hold it." You insist, trying to reach for your jacket. Not wanting to bother him further than you already were. Not to mention you were still holding the cat that he (probably?) hates.
"It's okay." He reassures you, squeezing out the rainwater that's been soaking through your jacket for the past thirty minutes. Water dripping down with harsh splatters on the concrete ground.
"Let me help you out." He smiles. The light in his eyes practically reflecting from his glasses.
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The walk to your apartment wasn't as long as you had hoped it was. You tried walking slowly, wanting to spend more time talking with the man closely beside you. The distance (or lack thereof) making you fumble in your words every so often.
You didn't forget about the cat in your arms either, the occasional meow and small licks to your hand would resound from him. Though, sometimes while Ren would be talking, he'd earn a meow, usually a loud one. Ren responding with his witty quips, he'd speak to you, but it was clearly directed to the cat by your chest. It was, strange, to say the least.
"Do you.. know this cat?" You couldn't help but ask, the amount of passive aggression directed towards the cute cat was odd. Much like an owner with their pet of ten years.
"He likes to bother me whenever I'm in LeBlanc." He says, looking straight ahead, ignoring the angry grunts from the creature in your arms. You nodded, hands absentmindedly scratching his small head.
"I call him Morgana, by the way." He's still walking, hand tilting the umbrella further down your side, effectively covering you more than he was.
"Morgana.." you repeated, before chuckling lightly to yourself, "what an interesting name, how'd you come up with it?"
"It sorta just came to me."
Before you knew it, you were already by the front door of your apartment. Fumbling with your keys for a bit, trying to find an excuse to get him to come inside. Ultimately you tried to tell him that he should just wait out the rain, besides, he had a cat to take care of.
You tossed your bag to the floor, directing Ren to leave your jacket on your bathtub to let it dry.
"I'd stay if Sojiro wasn't so strict on my curfews." He said in annoyance. You knew about Sojiro, he's the tired old guy that owns the cafe Ren stayed at. You wondered if he knew about the cat at all.
"He doesn't"
Oops, maybe you said that one out loud. You nodded in response.
".. Do you mind if you took care of him for a while?" He asks you, you paused for a second, glancing at him over your shoulder. He was trusting you with such a thing?
"Sure, but.." you trailed off, unsure how to word it, you weren't that close with him. Taking care of (his) cat is a bit.. intimate. Something that really close friends do. Much like his blonde friends.
"Do you trust me with him?" Such a weird way to phrase it. He only smiled at you, how he didn't look at you weirdly was a miracle. You could've said it in a better way but the sentiment remains. He trusts you.
"I'll get going." He tells you before making his way to your front door. You noticed how Morgana stayed perched on top of your kitchen counter, glaring daggers at Ren while he narrows his eyes in annoyance.
Ren glanced back at you, offering a "see you on Monday." His eyes flicker to Morgana's after he let out a meow. As if he could understand the little cat. Very silly.
You waved him goodbye, leaving you with the cat that was slowly making his way to you, jumping on each each chair like a makeshift path to you.
You let out your hand, letting him snuggle up between your fingers. You let him do his thing, making him comfortable. Before straightening up on your spot, grabbing him by his torso once again. Lifting him up arms length in front of you.
"You need a bath." He looked at you, offended it seems. He made a noise in protest as you made your way to the bathroom.
"Is it true that cats hate water?" You murmured, mostly to yourself. "Well, I've never seen a cat in water, so.." you're not sure if you were talking to yourself or to the cat. Perhaps both.
You took a small bucket from the cabinet underneath your sink, placing it in your bathtub and filling it up halfway with water. All the while Morgana was looking up at you, as if he was listening to what you had to say.
"Did he get you the bandana too?" You referred to the yellow bandana tied around his neck. You're not sure how well the yellow matched with his vibrant blue eyes-- which admittedly, you've never seen in a cat-- had matched with each other. It was very unique, to say the least. Almost like it his signature colour.
You grab him again, slowly lowering him inside the bucket or water. You scooped the water onto his back, rubbing gently.
"Ren looks at you like he understands you." Not sure what warranted that. Morgana seemed to think the same, his head whipping from observing your bathroom to your face. "He looks at me like he understands me, too." You smile softly to yourself.
He's helped you more than once, whether it be from Kamoshida's advances, or from Kawakami's judgemental stares from how you were hanging out with not one, but two delinquents. Or when you started hanging out with his entire group of so-called 'misfits.'
You were one of them, obviously. A misfit, as people would call it. You've been frequently let down by the many adults around you, by the system, by society, by almost everyone. 'Grateful' isn't even close enough of a word to express your feelings towards Ren, for understanding you, for looking through your past and knowing you for you.
Much like you've done with him, the many rumours surrounding him, the whispers, you didn't pay attention to them. Since you decided to get to know him; figure out his personality for himself.
"Ren's a cute guy, I wonder how he came to domesticate you." Perhaps the cat was also another misunderstood fella Ren had just decided to befriend. "I guess he didn't really domesticate you, you just kinda stuck around, huh?"
Speaking of, Morgana was just looking at you expectingly throughout your rambling. Head tilted to the side, while he closes his eyes each time you gently scrub the fur on his head. Maybe he was listening, or maybe he just looked at everyone like that.
"I wish I could help him out, y'know? It seems like he's going through a lot." This earned a meow from the cat below you, like he was agreeing with you. Your movements slow down, deep in thought.
"I'll let you in on a secret." You say playfully, words coming out of your mouth before you thought too much about it. "I kinda like that guy." Your lips twitch into a smirk, grabbing a sponge and scrubbing his small figure.
He looks up at you almost to quickly, ears now perking up, "woah!" You laugh out, "I guess cats do understand people after all." A purr echoed from the back of his throat as his eyes close.
You sighed, finding yourself so weirdly pathetic for confiding in a cat about your feelings for his... owner? Friend? Whatever Ren was to the cat, you have feelings for him.
"He's just so mysterious." You exclaim with another laugh, as if you were a teenager gossiping with her friends at the playground. "But he's also really caring, it's like I've known him for a while. It's a shame that he probably doesn't feel the same." You let out a pitiful laugh.
You pick him up again, out of the bucket of water and onto the rug. Grabbing a fresh towel, rubbing up and down his little cat body. Drying him off, you cradle him in your arms, grabbing his face with both of your hands and squeezing slightly. He just looks so cute!
Making your way to the couch, you placed him on the cushions, to which he immediately drops down to the floor and shakes his body. You go to your kitchen, looking through your cabinets, looking for something cat-friendly.
There's someone as sweet as her actually likes Ren Morgana wonders, observing you search around the kitchen. Oh how he wishes you could understand him, there are so many questions for you. Why do you like Ren? What has he done? He isn't even that charming.
And sure, maybe he's a just a bit pissy because Ren took the attention of Lady Ann, but that's neither here nor there.
At least he has something to tease him about.
The rest of the night consisted of you feeding him (after googling foods that are safe for cats to eat), ending the night with him snuggled up between your arms, falling into a deep slumber.
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The weekend had passed. Morgana had left your apartment and made his way back to Cafe LeBlanc. Your chest felt lighter after ranting to the poor cat, you had been avoiding any realisation of your feelings for Ren, not having anyone to tell. You were glad you let it out.
Though today felt like... Ren was treating you different. Not bad different, quite the opposite in fact. It was anything you've ever wanted. He was initiating conversations with you, holding your gaze whenever you'd accidentally make eye contact with him. He was more touchy too, maybe on accident, maybe not. Hands brushing yours whenever he found himself standing right next to you.
"Hey" he approached you after school, you were standing in front of your locker, changing out your shoes. You look up at him, noticing the way there was a slight pink on his face.
"Let's grab something to eat." He says before you could greet him back. You stare at him for a while, brain stuttering, unsure what to say. You only nodded, in fear of saying something wrong.
He smiles at you, lending out a hand, helping you carry your school bag. He nudges his head toward the exit. You walked next to him, close enough you could hold his hand.
"Morgana got home cleaner than he usually was." He started. "Thanks for taking care of him."
You smile, waving him off, "don't worry about it, he's a nice cat."
He laughs at your statement, yeah right.
"And..." he stops right next to you, facing you, the pink tint never fading from his face.
"Thanks for helping me out."
Help him out.. where have you heard that before?
"Of course, I feel like you understand me, y'know?" Your cheeks might as well match his, with how flustered you were. You wondered, where did this side of him suddenly come from?
"I'd love to get to know you even more." His words made your heart stutter.
"Really? Why so sudden?" You laugh nervously.
"Well.. it's simple really," he's impossibly closer to you now. Obviously he won't let you know that the second Morgana returned home, he spilled all the beans about what you told him. All giggly and teasing.
"She thinks you won't return her feelings." He told him, and, well, Ren couldn't have you think like that
“Alexis Ness has heard enough times that magic doesn’t exist, but how is that possible when there’s you?”
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Warnings: gender-neutral reader, you’re a fairy!, pure fluff; your existence makes Alexis happy.
Word count: 1383.
Alexis Ness had always been stubborn about certain beliefs, and magic was chief among them. He would seek out its traces in empty parks, looking for elves hiding beneath the slide. He peered into old cups at the back of the cupboard, hoping to find tiny folk inside. He would sneak into the backyard, hoping to find that "fairy dust" his teacher had mentioned earlier in the week while reading from one of the many fairy-tale books she brought to class.
Children are naive, so back then, Alexis wasn't the only one who believed in such things. But a difference began to emerge as the years went by; harsh reality came knocking on his classmates' doors, leaving Alexis alone with an imagination teeming with dragons and mysterious spells. And then, those books about magic vanished, replaced by chalkboards covered in math problems. His eyes stopped searching for elf footprints in the parks. The cups remained at the back of the cupboard, never to be glanced at again.
Alexis couldn't remember the last time he had gone out into the garden.
He wasn't supposed to feel so bad; things change, and so do people, right? Yet, in this internal tug-of-war, Alexis knew he was too attached to those fantasies to simply let them go. This was reflected in the details of his room: in that collection of books about heroes traveling through elven realms; in the "dragon-scale potion"—water mixed with red dye and glitter, sealed with gold wax in a small glass bottle. And, goodness, he kept his wizard hat hidden at the back of his wardrobe, occasionally wearing it in solitude when things felt heavy.
He couldn't talk about magic at home, let alone at school.
But one night, Alexis woke up with an itch in his nose and let out a massive sneeze.
And the sneeze sounded like a desperate scream.
Wait— a desperate scream?!
His eyes snapped open, and it took him a few seconds to process the tiny creature floating above him. Its translucent wings and shimmering skin made him blink a few times.
Twice.
Three times.
Four times.
The fairy hadn't vanished, and Alexis wondered if he should move up his appointment with the psychiatrist. Or if he should trap the poor creature in one of the glass jars he kept. Or if he should scream… no, Alexis needed to stay calm.
But you weren't calm, not at all.
You just needed to help Alexis enter the realm of dreams without being threatened by nightmares or—heaven forbid—killed by bad memories. Because that was a dream fairy's job: to guide the human from birth to death while they slept, ensuring the creatures of the night didn't devour the mortal's soul. If that were to happen, you would die, too.
So you gasped, let out another scream, and fluttered your tiny wings, trying to pull away in time. But mid-flight, something snagged you; a desperate squeak escaped your lips, and tears began to well up in the corners of your eyes.
Meanwhile, Alexis watched with a mix of wonder and curiosity, seeing how perfectly you fit in the palm of his hand. If you were cursing him, he’d never know, not when the only sound escaping your mouth, aside from your screams and whimpers, was the tinkling of bells.
Your little legs stretched out, and he felt the light pressure of your feet tapping against his wrist.
“You…” He swallowed hard. “…you’re a fairy!”
You let out a sharp, tinkling sound.
Oh, that was definitely not a good word.
In the dead of night, he didn’t want to risk waking his family, but he also didn’t want you to disappear. So, in a desperate move, fueled by the fear that this trace of magic might slip through his fingers, Alexis trapped you in a large glass jar along with a packet of strawberry-flavored cookies, hoping you might feed on things like that.
He paused for a moment to admire how your skin seemed to glow a little brighter when you were annoyed; that distraction nearly cost him his chance to keep you, as you flapped your tiny wings to fly out. A lid riddled with air holes sealed off your only exit at the last second, causing you to bang your head against the surface and tumble to the bottom of the jar.
Instead of going back to sleep, Alexis turned on his desk lamp and pulled open the top drawer, taking out a notebook and a pencil case. Settling into his chair, he gazed at your sulking figure as if you were a divine gift.
"I knew you existed," he said proudly. "I'm so glad I never doubted it."
Opening the notebook, Alexis flipped through the pages until he found a blank one, drawing a circle in the center with his mechanical pencil. Quick. Light. He began to sketch. At first, you didn't pay it any mind, too grumpy about having been caught in the middle of your work.
Your friends would never let you hear the end of this!
You let out a few more disgruntled chiming sounds as you wallowed in misery inside that glass prison, watching the young man hum softly. He seemed quite happy, glancing up at you constantly before returning to the paper to scribble something. That back-and-forth movement made you stand up.
You had to take four steps before you could peek at the drawing.
It was you.
The confusion that had clouded your features gave way to fascination, and your sharp tinkling sounds softened until they resembled the wind dancing outside. You pressed your tiny hands against the surface, then your face, listening to Alexis’s amused laughter as he saw you cast your irritation aside.
“Do you think it looks okay?” He held up the notebook so you could see the result. “I know it doesn’t look quite as much like you as I’d like, but I want to have a record of it so I don’t forget you when you leave.”
The trilling sound you made was, without a shadow of a doubt, one of indignation.
“What is it? Did I annoy you again?” Alexis furrowed his brow as he watched you point at the drawing and hop around. “Oh! You like it!”
You huffed, watching as the human enthusiastically went back to working on the drawing, this time with colored pencils.
The weariness that set in at the end of the process made him set his pencil aside, surrendering to the dream world as he rested his head on the still-open notebook. His magenta eyes struggled for a few more seconds, trying to focus one last time on your figure inside the glass jar, before his eyelids closed completely.
You sighed with relief that you had managed to sprinkle magic dust on him earlier; otherwise, the poor soul would have had to face cruel nightmares that night.
It wasn't all that bad, right? You had managed to do your job.
And then, with nothing left to do, you allowed yourself to lie down; perhaps in an attempt to mirror the peaceful human before you, you closed your eyes and drifted off to sleep.
Alexis decided to set you free the next morning, admiring how you stretched your transparent wings before taking flight. And then his room fell silent—no sound of bells or the fluttering of fairy wings. No fairy dust. No skin glowing amidst the nervousness. He was left without you.
For someone who had spent his whole life believing in magic, that should have been enough; and truly, Alexis felt that everything became more colorful after meeting you. His breakfast cereal tasted sweeter. A smile wouldn't leave his face. He even put back some "magical" decorations he had stowed away in a box, trying to recapture the magic you had brought during those few hours before you left.
His family said nothing, but he overheard their whispers about his change in behavior, about how he was becoming delusional again.
Just when they thought Alexis was accepting reality, he clung to that nonexistent magic as his only lifeline. And he didn't feel foolish for believing in it this time, because he knew that magic exists.
Because you are always there with your magic, giving him sweet dreams every night .✦ ݁˖
OK so what if the reader is a yandere and gives rin Stockholm syndrome while taking care of him and praising him to the point where he just lives for reader's validation and becomes a yandere too or smth like that
To Feel Is To Ruin
Synopsis: Your family believed only one person could break the curse that left you incapable of feeling. You never believed them until Rin Itoshi made your heart beat for the very first time. You thought love would save you. You never imagined what it would turn you both into.
TW: Yandere!Rin Itoshi x Yandere F!Reader (Blue Lock) Both characters are yanderes, stockholm syndrome, kidnapping, mentions/thoughts of violence, dark themes, manipulation, love bombing, obsessive love, yes the plot is like yan sim, happy ending(depends on your perspective?), this is like dark so pls don’t read if you don’t like
You never planned on meeting or falling in love with Rin Itoshi. It just sort of happened on its own. On a windy autumn day, you were minding your own business, sipping on an overpriced coffee that did nothing to satisfy your taste buds except warm them against the cold. In your life, you had never experienced anything profound. You simply woke up every morning and forced yourself to put one foot in front of the other. Day after day, it was exhausting.
It was tiring pretending to be normal when you knew you were anything but that. Far from it, actually. You didn't experience emotions the same way everyone else did. In fact, you didn't experience them at all. No doctor's visit had ever helped, and there was no known cure. There were advantages to it, though. You were never angry, never sad, never overwhelmed by negativity. It allowed you to make rational decisions throughout your life without being burdened by unnecessary feelings. Though, admittedly, it came at the expense of your happiness. Then again, how could you possibly miss or long for something you had never experienced in the first place?
That was how you remembered life. It was like watching leaves drift from the trees one by one—painfully slow, repetitive, and unbearably dull. Whenever you ate, it hardly mattered whether the food was extraordinary or mediocre. Everything tasted equally bland to you. You were never content with your life, but neither were you restless enough to change it.
Existing was simply... existing. It was difficult navigating the world when you had no desires of your own, constantly moving with the current because you had no idea where you wanted to go yourself. What did purpose even feel like? What was the real meaning behind life that everyone else seemed to understand so effortlessly? You couldn't even begin to imagine it. Strangely enough, you were never jealous of people who could experience emotions so freely.
Despite your indifference, your condition deeply worried your parents. One evening, your mother confessed that she had once been exactly like you. She, too, had lived without emotions until she met your father. According to her, it wasn't an illness but a curse that had haunted your family for generations. The only way to break it was to find the one person worthy of receiving your heart.
Frankly, you thought it sounded ridiculous. You were perfectly content living without having to untangle the complicated mess people called emotions. You had seen firsthand what emotions did to people. They made them impulsive. Irrational. Inefficient. In your eyes, emotions were nothing more than obstacles that clouded judgment and pushed people toward decisions they would later regret. What purpose did they serve if they only complicated everything? They seemed like nothing but an unnecessary waste of time.
Without emotions, you remained level-headed even under immense pressure. Anxiety had never plagued you. Depression had never found its way into your mind. Life was undeniably easier this way. It wasn't surprising that you preferred it. Still… There were rare moments when you found yourself questioning that belief. Those thoughts never lasted long enough to matter. This was simply your reality. There was no point yearning for something you were never meant to have.
Sometimes, you'd quietly observe the people around you, watching them laugh until tears formed in their eyes or cry as if the world itself had shattered around them. You found yourself wondering what those feelings were truly like. How did happiness feel? How heavy was grief? How warm was love? The questions lingered in your mind, unanswered.
When you were younger, your inability to express emotions became a problem. Other children avoided you. None of them wanted to play with someone who never smiled or cried, and watching that slowly broke your father's heart.
Unable to bear seeing him like that, your mother gently asked you to pretend. So you did. You learned which facial expressions matched which situations. You memorized when to laugh, when to frown, when to comfort someone, and when to celebrate with them. Eventually, pretending became second nature. It earned you friendships here and there, but they always felt... empty. Nothing could fill the hollow space inside your chest. Not the friends you made. Not the expensive gifts your father bought in hopes of making you happy. Not the countless appointments with specialists searching for answers.
You had accepted it. This was simply who you were. Until that day. The bookstore had always been one of your favorite places to visit. Reading fiction became your substitute for emotions. Every novel was another lesson on how people loved, hated, mourned, forgave, and dreamed. The more you read, the easier it became to imitate them. You could probably become a famous actress one day from how good your skills were.
That afternoon, as you wandered through the aisles, your attention drifted toward the horror section. There he was. Standing quietly between the shelves, holding a horror novel you'd heard countless people recommend but had never gotten around to reading yourself. His teak-green eyes moved across each line with quiet concentration, his brows faintly knitted together, his lower lashes fluttering quietly while the rest of his expression remained unreadable. He looked… Peaceful.
Thump…
Thump…!
Thump…!!
Your body froze. For the first time in your life, your heart raced for a reason that wasn't physical exertion. Your hand instinctively flew toward your chest, fingers pressing against the frantic pounding as though you could somehow force it to stop. Instead, the book slipped from your grasp, crashing loudly against the wooden floor. The sound echoed through the aisle. His head snapped toward you almost immediately. Concern crossed his face as he hurried over. To him it looked like you were having a heart attack.
"What are you feeling?" he asked, already looking prepared to call an ambulance.
Every step he took only made your heartbeat louder. Faster. Hotter. Something unfamiliar spread across your face, heating your cheeks until they burned. Your lips twitched upward into the smallest smile before you could stop them. What… What was happening to you? He crouched beside you, helping you back onto your feet while repeatedly asking if you were alright. You barely processed a single word. All you could focus on was him. The color of his eyes. The sound of his voice. The warmth of his hand lingering against yours for only a second before he let go.
When he was satisfied that you weren't dying, he offered one final glance before quietly walking away. You remained rooted to the spot long after he'd disappeared. That was where everything began. You had finally experienced emotions. And he was the reason why. The warmth blooming inside your chest. The unbearable pounding of your heart. The smile you couldn't force away. They were beautiful.
You had never believed in love at first sight. Yet there had to be something about him—something that existed only within him—that reached into the empty cavity inside your chest and filled it so effortlessly. Without realizing it, your feet moved, you began following him. Not close enough to draw his attention but just enough to keep him within sight. The feelings were already overwhelming. You weren't sure your body could survive another conversation with him.
You simply wanted to know his name. Where he lived. What books he liked. What coffee he drank. Whether he preferred mornings or nights. Whether he had siblings. Whether someone else already occupied the place in his heart that had somehow become yours. If so, what’s her name and address? (You were definitely not going to do something violent.)
It wasn't stalking, you told yourself. You were merely gathering public information. And that kind of information wasn’t illegal and they were important. Information solved problems. Unfortunately for you, he was quicker than you expected. You lost him in the crowded intersection of Shibuya, the train arriving at the platform carrying a sea of people crossing paths. And just like that… He was gone.
Your footsteps slowed down to a stop and you felt like sobbing out of heartbreak for the first time in your life. The warmth disappeared almost instantly, leaving behind that familiar emptiness. Only this time, it felt different. The hollowness hurt. An unbearable loneliness settled inside your chest, making every breath strangely uncomfortable. You found yourself staring into the crowd, hoping to catch another glimpse of his teal hair even though you knew it was pointless.
You hated this feeling. It wasn't pleasant at all. Not compared to standing only a few feet away from him, quietly counting each one of his eyelashes while pretending to listen to his voice. You couldn't lose him. Not after finally discovering what it meant to feel alive. Fortunately, the modern world made finding people surprisingly simple.
You began with the bookstore's social media page, scrolling through dozens of customer photos from previous events until you spotted him in the background of one posted months earlier. From there came a school emblem stitched onto a jacket, then a name mentioned beneath another student's post, followed by an athletic roster, newspaper articles, match highlights, interviews, and countless photographs uploaded by fans.
Piece by piece, his life unfolded before you. His name is Rin Itoshi and he was a striker. One of the most talented soccer players in the prefecture and he was currently attending the neighboring high school. He was popular and admired for his talents. He was untouchable. And it granted him many female fans. And the mere thought of it made you want to rip out their eyes.
You learned far more than you had originally intended, yet somehow it still wasn't enough. Then you found the upcoming fixtures. Your school's soccer team was scheduled to face his in an interscholastic tournament at the city's stadium the following week. You stared at the announcement for a long time before closing your laptop. What an incredible coincidence. Or perhaps...
It was fate finally deciding to prove your mother right.
Those events had happened months ago. Now, you had him all to yourself. You silently thanked your mother for being surprisingly supportive of your... unconventional methods. She had never questioned your devotion. If anything, she only smiled knowingly, helping you purchase a secluded house tucked deep within the mountains where no curious neighbors wandered and no passing cars disturbed the silence. Surrounded by dense forests and hidden behind winding roads that barely appeared on maps, it was the perfect place for the two of you.
It was everything you had ever wanted. Well… Almost. The only flaw in your perfect little life was Rin's stubborn refusal to accept it. Don't get it wrong, you loved that side of him. The fire in his eyes whenever he glared at you. The sharp tongue that never hesitated to spit venom in your direction. The countless escape attempts that ended with him exhausted, glaring at you from across the room while refusing to speak for days afterward.
It was adorable. You never once grew tired of it. You simply wished he'd understand that everything you did was because you loved him. So, naturally, you looked for the source of the problem. Research had never failed you before. Finding information became even easier after Rin's disappearance. News articles, interviews, archived matches, old magazine features, fan discussions, practically everyone wanted to know where Japan's rising soccer prodigy had gone. They unknowingly handed you every missing piece you needed.
That was when another name kept appearing amongst your research: Sae Itoshi, Rin’s older brother. The more you read, the more everything started making sense. Before Spain. Before their relationship crumbled. Before words became weapons between them. Rin had admired him. Chased after him. Dedicated his entire existence to reaching a brother who no longer looked back.
It wasn't hatred. It was abandonment. You almost pitied him. Almost. Because there was one thing you knew with absolute certainty. You weren't Sae. You would never leave him. Even if the rest of the world did. The police continued searching for him. Posters still surfaced every now and then. His teammates gave interviews, refusing to believe he'd simply vanished. His family held onto hope.
But none of them loved him the way you did. None of them had sacrificed everything for him. One quiet evening, while the rain softly tapped against the windows, you found him sitting near the fireplace with his usual distant expression. His wrists were free now. They had been for weeks. You trusted him enough for that.
You knelt in front of him, "Hey, Rin?" He refused to meet your eyes. "You know..." you murmured, brushing a loose strand of hair away from his face, "I'm not like your brother." Silence followed but you paid it no mind, "I wouldn't leave you even if the whole world turned its back on you." His jaw tightened at your comment, "You're special to me."
"... You're fucking insane." He finally looked up at your eyes with a glare
You smiled, "I know."
His expression twisted somewhere between frustration and exhaustion before he looked away again, "... I don't need someone lukewarm like you."
"No." You answered softly, "Not yet."
Months passed. The seasons changed. The anger in his voice slowly lost its edge. His escape attempts became less frequent. Sometimes he sat beside you while you read without saying a word. Sometimes he'd absentmindedly accept the cup of tea you handed him before realizing what he'd done. And everyday you told him the same thing over and over again, that you wouldn’t leave him and that he was special.
More little habits between the two of you grew. Tiny victories. Still… Old instincts never truly disappeared, you knew he wanted to leave and you were waiting for the perfect moment to enact your plan. One afternoon, you returned home carrying groceries only to notice the front door hanging slightly ajar. Your footsteps stopped as the house was silent. Far too silent. Setting the bags down, you calmly followed the muddy footprints leading away from the porch and deeper into the woods.
You found him nearly half an hour later. He'd made it farther than usual. Standing between towering pines, breathing heavily, looking around with the desperate realization that every direction looked exactly the same. He froze the moment he noticed you. Neither of you spoke. For a long moment, only the wind moved between the trees. Then...You smiled.
"Good job." Confusion flashed across his face, "You made it outside." You stepped aside, gesturing toward the endless forest stretching beyond him, "Go." He stared as if you’ve grown two heads, "The road is somewhere east." You pointed vaguely into the distance, "Keep walking and you'll eventually find someone."
"...What?"
"You wanted to leave." Your voice remained gentle but in reality you were panicking inside, "So leave." For the first time since you'd met him, you turned your back on him.
One step.
Two.
Three.
You walked toward the house without once checking whether he followed. Minutes passed. The forest remained quiet behind you. You were panicking to see if your plan of all those months of careful preparation and meticulously choosing your words to best comfort him and become his only source of light had gone down the drain. But then— Crunch. Another footstep. Then another. But not ahead of you, it came from behind you, speeding up with each step.
You stopped, "So..." You looked over your shoulder, "There you are."
Rin stood several meters away, chest rising and falling unevenly. Dirt clung to his shoes, his clothes were streaked with leaves, and there was an unfamiliar uncertainty lingering in those pretty eyes of his, "You said..." he began quietly, the tears in his eyes already threatening to spill, "... You wouldn't leave."
"But aren’t you the one leaving? It’s not me this time, Itoshi.” You purposely used his last name knowing how much he hated it
Silence settled between you. His gaze drifted toward the endless woods behind him. Then back to you. Another long pause. Before, without another word, he closed the remaining distance himself. His fingers hesitated only briefly before finding your sleeve. A small gesture. One that would have been meaningless to anyone else. To you… It meant everything.
"Don’t call me that." The word caught in his throat and he shut his eyes tightly. When he spoke again, his voice was barely louder than the breeze, "... I don't want to be alone. Your heart skipped a beat, joy ringing within you, "So don’t give up on me."
The corners of your lips curved upward. You reached out, gently intertwining your fingers with his, "I told you," you whispered, "I'll always stay."
Rin looked down at your joined hands and for the first time he was the one to initiate saying those three words you’ve always wanted to hear, "... I love you."
You’ve never felt this happy in your life, you couldn't control how heart sped up or how your breathing stuttered. In this moment, it was as if the world had frozen in place and the only people left still moving were you and Rin. You had imagined hearing those words countless times before. None of those fantasies compared to the real thing. Smiling at him brightly with your eyes threatening to shed tears, you leaned forward and rested your forehead against his.
"I love you so much more, my darling.” You kissed him there on the spot
Rin kissed you back, hesitant at first before completely melting into your lips and letting you take control. He had to lean down onto you, his height so tall that you had to tip toe to reach him. Every little voice in the back of his head saying this was wrong and that he should escape while he still had the chance, quiet down. And the bird you had worked so hard to capture, even after being handed the key to escape, had willingly returned to his cage. Now you weren’t going to let him go again, never again.
Together, you walked back toward the house. Neither of you looked back at the forest. The cabin slowly came into view once more, its warm lights glowing softly through the windows as dusk settled over the mountains. To anyone else, it would have looked lonely and isolated from the rest of the world, swallowed by towering pines and endless silence. But to you, it had always been home. A place built solely for the two of you, where no one could tear him away again.
As you reached the front porch, Rin's hand tightened around yours ever so slightly before he stepped inside without hesitation. There was no pleading to leave. No desperate glances toward the road. No frantic search for another opportunity to escape. He simply slipped off his shoes and quietly disappeared into the house as though he'd lived there all his life.
A gentle smile found its way onto your face. Perhaps your mother had been right after all. Love really could break the curse. You finally laughed for the first time in your life, the unfamiliar sound echoing softly through the quiet house. It felt warm. You had searched your entire life for the one person capable of making you feel. And now… He loved you too.
“Don’t ever leave me, (Y/n).” He whispered, pulling you impossibly closer, ”… Because if you do,” he murmured against your ear, “I’ll come find you.”
His once-loving eyes had turned predatory. You only smiled, blissfully unaware that somewhere between the lies, the isolation, and the endless promises that you’d never leave. You hadn’t simply taught Rin how to love. You had taught him how to obsess. You spent so long believing that you were the monster in the story.
That your family’s curse, your fears, and your darkness were the things everyone should have been afraid of. But maybe you were wrong. Maybe the monster had never been you.
“Tell me you love me, (Y/n)”
“Say you won’t leave me.”
“I’m your only boy aren’t I?”
“I’m the only one you should look at always so why do you know about Sae? Never fucking mention him again.”
“You kidnapped me and taught me to love you. It’s only fair if you take responsibility for your actions.”
Maybe it had been him all along… Quietly waiting beneath the surface, hiding behind every insult he threw at you. Waiting for the right moment to awaken. And now that it has, he wasn’t going to ever let you go either.
“Tell me you love me more.”
“I love you so much it’s fucking killing me, Rin.”
neighbour higuruma loves to watch you masturbate through your bedroom window.
the first time was an accident. higuruma had just arrived home after a long day of work, shoulders heavy and eyes barely holding themselves open. a flash of light had caught his attention—you, his neighbour, light bracketing you as you pass your window in nothing but a small, lacy bra. his attention caught like a fly to honey, he’d found himself a slave to his own desires as he laid witness to your nightly routine. he’d watched you pull yourself apart, and wished it was his hands putting you back together.
it quickly becomes the small pleasure that lights up his day. he feels disgusting every time—he knows he should tell you, knows that he should stop looking. it’s invasive in a way that makes him sick to think of others doing the same to him. you’d hate him if you knew.
he watches anyway. it rapidly integrates itself into his nightly routine. he works until the sun has dipped below the horizon. he returns home with an unending ache in his back, a throbbing pain in his fingers, an iron weight around his heart. then he sheds his coat, runs a hand through his hair, and settles down on the armchair in his living room and watches as your bedroom light highlights your silhouette.
you always look so beautiful like that. you prance around your apartment in your underwear, lit up by the warm lights you always keep on. every time you retreat to your bedroom, he feels like it’s a show just for him. you grab a toy—this time a vibrator—and look down at it for just long enough for him to get a glimpse. when you lie down on your bed, arching your back and stretching indecently, he knocks his knees slightly wider.
you’re beautiful. you always take it so slow to start, tracing meaningless patterns around your breasts, your thighs, streaks of sensation beneath feather-light fingertips. he palms over himself idly, watching with heavy breaths. by the time you dip between your folds, fingers sliding easily, he’s hard enough to carve stone from the wait. you really know how to tease. he frees his cock from his pants as you spread your thighs wider, tracing slowly around your clit. he rubs his thumb over his cock as you arch on a gasp, fingers pressing with more pressure. when you finally bring your vibrator to your core, rubbing it where you’re sensitive, he strokes himself at a pace as steady as it is passionate; a physical means of getting off on the internal high of watching you fall apart. he comes with your name on his lips, a broken groan that tears itself from his chest.
when it’s done, he cleans himself up and watches you disappear into the shower, wishing you a quiet, guilty good night. the sickening clarity after the act almost outweighs the high of watching it. still, come the weekend, he’s out on his balcony talking to you from yours; you giggle at a joke he makes, invite him to come over, and he feigns unfamiliarity like he hasn’t memorised the layout of your apartment from his nights perving through your window. when he returns home, it doesn’t take long for you to pull out a dildo—it doesn’t take much longer for him to notice.
(one night, you’re going to catch him looking and come harder than you have in months. he’ll be so sick with guilt he avoids you for weeks. yet, every night you’ll keep masturbating with your curtains open and your lights on, hoping with a blooming perversion. every night, he’ll find himself watching.)
heart pounding out of your chest, your floppy ears ring incessantly. how long has it been since you’ve seen your boyfriend? you don’t even know anymore. his scent is no longer on the hoodie he gave you the last time he graced you with his presence.
your tail is curled between your legs, mirroring your posture. hunched in on yourself in your bed, you can’t help the sniffles, which eventually morph into whimpers and sobs alike.
your messages left unread, alexis’ phone likely turned off to keep his focus on practice, like usual. what isn’t usual, however, is the lack of check-ups in between. where he’d usually send you a cute ‘miss you!’, a cute selfie where he’s blowing you a kiss or even a sweaty mirror selfie.. there’s nothing.
dates blown off in favor of kaiser who keeps dragging him along to whatever bullshit he deemed necessary… your chest tightens, jaw clenching in anger. you’d claw out his throat if you could, that damned michael. your sweet alexis would never leave you alone for so long, it must be his ‘best friend’-
“schatz?”
your ears perk up, head shooting up to locate the sound. tail wagging, you’re in the hall in the blink of an eye. the moment your beloved shade of magenta hair is within your sight, the faucet in your eyes opens full blast. “lexi!”
legs wrapped around his waist, face buried in his neck and arms around his shoulders you nearly knock him off balance. luckily for you both, your sweet lexi trains so hard! he can hold you up no problem.
sobbing into his neck, you feel his hands shaking as he hugs you back. his own tears drip onto your shoulder, his hoodie you put on regardless of the lack of his scent soaking through at the sight of his precious girl so distressed.
the bags he was holding lay on the ground, as he let them go to embrace you properly.
“i’m so sorry, schatz,” he exhales shakily, “i didn’t mean to be gone so long.”
he carries you to the couch and sits down with you now snugly tucked into him on his lap. his scent a balm to your pained heart.
“y-you were gone so long.. didn’t even text,” you whimper, “i thought you forgot about me.”
his arms tighten around you, the pressure nearly suffocating, though it’s exactly what you need right now. the affection you missed so dearly settled your scattered mind. the anguish of missing him finally alleviated, your tail betraying the excitement seeing him again has brought as it wags against his thigh.
“oh, mein hübsches mädchen,” he chokes and hastily presses a myriad of kisses on your head, “i could never forget about you. i was just so busy..”
his hand rubs soothing circles on your back, his breathing slowing for you to calm down with him, his other scratches behind your ear just the way you like. slowly but surely, your breathing steadies, whimpers exchanged for sniffles here and there. “there we go, schatz.”
you look up at him, head still on his shoulder, lashes fluttering. a soft smile spreads across his face at the endearing sight. how did he manage to go so long without his sweetheart? who knows.
but all that matters is that he’s here now, here to take care of you like a good boyfriend should. “is there anything you need, meine liebe?”
you want to shake your head, but the heat of his body against yours has managed to ignite something you had to repress in the last few days. your own fingers useless in comparison to alexis’ skilled tongue and fingers, and don’t even start on his cock.
your fingers curl into his shirt, hips rolling into his involuntarily. a mewl escapes past your lips, eyes screwing shut at the pleasure shooting up your spine the moment the hard ridge of his hardening cock swipes against your cunt.
“lexi, please..” you plead quietly, heat crawling up your chest to your neck and face. “missed you so much.”
his chest rumbles with an amused laugh, “yeah? bet your cunny did, too.”
you can only bury your face further into his chest in embarrassment, though you make no moves to deny his claim.
his hand moves from your back to your plush ass, massaging the point right above your tail before traveling down further to squeeze one of your buttcheeks.
the stimuli has your back arching, ass pushing back into his touch. your whole body aches for more of him, the flimsy fabric of your panties hiding under your oversized shirt soaked already.
his other hand goes from your head to your panties, worming its way between your bodies. his eyes roll back at the wetness, a whine echoing through the room, “fuuuuck, schatz, you’re so cute.”
you both clearly needed this, needed each other. your dutiful boyfriend surely takes his apology seriously, the speed at which his tongue laps at your pussy is nothing short of frantic. with your legs over his shoulders, his knees already suffering from rug burn, he pays no mind to the sting in his lungs from the lack of air. his fingers work overtime inside your tight heat, pads of his middle- and ring finger rubbing efficient circles on your spongy spot. all to get the prettiest, neediest sounds from you. all while his eyes are laser focused on your face, the breathtaking sight of pleasure written all over it. all from his doing.
he moans something you can’t make out between the slurps and the licks, and your own pathetic moans. all you know is the feeling of his soft hair between your fingers as you pull on it, and the overwhelming pleasure stemming from your core, your toes curling.
your sweet alexis has always been eager to please, always ready to fulfill his puppy’s needs. of which you had a lot.
you hazily remember the first time you shared how high your libido actually was. his keen eye observing how even after 3 rounds, you were still humping him, whether you were aware of it or not. how lucky a girl you are, scoring a boyfriend who’s willing to push his own stamina, which was already way above average due to his athleticism, for your happiness.
that same happiness that accompanies the knot in your belly tightening, before it snaps. juices leak all over your boyfriend’s face and hand, your grip on his hair tensing, “lexi! of fuck, i’m cumming!”
he laps all of it up so diligently, you’d think he was the puppy here. eager eyes gaze up at your heaving chest while he presses a kiss to your clit, “don’t worry, that was just the beginning, schatz.”
your cunt leaks copious amounts of slick as he bullies his cock inside, grinding slowly into your propped up hips. he’s got you prone on your bed, a pillow under your hips and his chest pressed tightly against your back.
your tongue hangs out past your lips, eyes rolling back with every thrust. his hips roll skillfully into yours, his long, curved cock hitting all you need him to to send your mind into numbed bliss.
his slightly strained, lower tone whispers into your ear with an aim for comfort, “such a good girl, you are, aren’t you? you’ve been so upset with me gone… but of course, my perfect girl waited for me so patiently. wearing my hoodie and all. oh, how blessed i am.”
you manage a nod, only for your head to be pushed down into the pillow under it, “nu uh, meine liebe.. no need to think, just feel for me, okay? i’ll make you feel so good..
for as long as you need me to.”
a/n: i still dont know if i wanna formally open requests hmmm i just rlly liked this one
rehearsals with Ness are usually predictable, perhaps a little chaotic, but when a simple transformation routine goes completely wrong, you find yourself trapped in a small, fluffy problem and Ness has to step up as your caretaker until morning comes
pairing: magician Ness x fem!reader / wc: 1.2k
Alexis Ness took his magic very seriously
As his assistant, you were used to the countless rehearsals and the occasional prop catching fire
Tonight was supposed to be a simple transformation routine before the big show in two days. He wanted to practice more, so everything turned out perfect. Instead, a sudden, blinding flash of smoke had completely cut you off mid-sentence
"Alexis, what did you do?"
The words didn't come out right. It was a sharp squeak that didn't sound like you at all
You tried to step forward to glare at him, but you immediately tripped, face planting into a massive wall of purple fabric. It took you a few seconds to realize you were actually tangled in your own costume
Ness was frozen on the other side of the rehearsal room. The confident smile he wore whenever he performed was completely wiped clean from his face, his eyes wide with absolute panic
“I didn’t mean to use that incantation” he stammered, his voice dropping into a frantic whisper as his wand slipped from his fingers, clattering loudly against the floor
You finally managed to scramble out from the fabric, looking down at two tiny furred paws. When you stretched, a soft, thin membrane of skin pulled tight between your front and back legs and a ridiculously fluffy tail twitched behind you
“Oh, you’re a flying squirrel!”
You let out another sharp squeak, glaring up at him with all the anger your tiny face could manage
Ness didn’t care about the glare at all. The sheer horror on his face completely melted, instantly replaced by his fascination
He didn’t wait for another squeak, moving with agonizing care, he slid his gloved fingers under your tiny body, his warm palms completely enveloping you as he scooped you up from the pile of clothes
He was holding you so gently, like you were the most fragile thing, bringing you right up to eye level. His hair was messy, a few strands of hair falling into his eyes as he stared, admiring his mistake
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry” he mumbled quickly. “The book said… well, it didn’t say this would happen but it may take a few hours for the spell to wear off. You just have to wait”
He paused, his eyes tracking the way your tiny nose twitched. With a look of pure adoration in his eyes, he couldn’t help himself as his thumb instinctively reached out to smooth over the incredibly soft fur right behind your ears
“But you are so… cute” he murmured. A genuine smile finally tugging at the corner of his lips “And your tail is quite majestic”
You didn’t hesitate. You leaned forward and nipped at his thumb, not hard enough to break the skin but still, a solid warning. You literally lost your limbs because of his mistake and he looked oddly happy about it
“Ouch” he winced, pulling his hand back just an inch, though his other palm stayed securely under you
A breathless laugh escaped his throat as he looked at the tiny mark your teeth left. ”Right, sorry. No calling you cute while you’re trapped like this.”
He looked around the room, his eyes landing on his velvet top hat resting on a table. He carefully lined the inside with a silk handkerchief, making a tiny nest for you before setting you gently inside it
“Don’t move” he whispered, hovering over the hat like an anxious guard. ”I’ll bring you something to eat”
You just waited patiently, not like you could even really move as he scurried over to his bag, rummaging through it until he found some hickory nuts he brought as snacks
Kinda suspicious how he already had the nuts ready, but your tiny brain was too tired to think at the moment
Ness sat down at the desk, pulling out a small prop knife to carefully cut the nuts into small pieces, pushing them towards the edge of his hat with his fingertips
“Here” he murmured, his chin resting on his hand, gazing at you “It’s good, I promise”
You sniffed, cautiously taking a tiny bite. Ness watched you with absolute attention, his foot lightly tapping against the floor in a quiet, jittery rhythm
The intense panic was completely gone from his face, replaced by a soft smile as he watched your tiny cheeks move
“See? This was not a total disaster” he whispered, his voice dropping into a quiet hum as he reached out his finger, carefully petting the top of your head
The warmth of the stage lights and the steady rhythm of his fingers stroking your head was making your eyes heavy
“You should sleep, it’s pretty late” Ness murmured, his voice incredibly soft as he adjusted the silk handkerchief around you, tucking the edges closer to your fur “I’ll stay right here. I won’t let anything happen to you”
You let out a soft tired sigh, curling your fluffy tail around your nose. If you could speak right now, you would tell him exactly what you were thinking and how mad you were
But trapped in this tiny body and Ness looking at you like you were the only thing that mattered in this world, it was getting harder to stay mad at him
You blinked up at him one last time, watching his eyes soften completely before the darkness took over
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The morning sun filtered through the blinds, hitting your face with warmth
You blinked, shifting your weight, but something felt entirely different. The wooden surface of the table pressed against your cheek but your body felt like your own again. The spell had finally worn off
You tried to move, only to realize you were completely bare, the pile of your discarded clothes still sitting on the floor
A sharp gasp cut through the quiet room
You snapped your eyes to see Ness sitting in the chair beside the table. His hair was pretty messy, dark circles under his eyes from staying up all night to watch over you. He was staring at you, his face instantly turning a violent shade of red
“Oh— oh my god!” He stammered, his voice cracking completely
In a total panic, he whipped his head away, slamming his hands over his eyes so tightly his knuckles turned white. His foot frantically tapping against the floor as he desperately tried to block out the view
“I’m not looking! I promise I’m not looking” he squeaked, clearly embarrassed. With his eyes still firmly covered, his long fingers blindly fumbled around the back of his chair, grabbing his magician’s cape and shoving it in your direction “Here! Put this on! I’m so sorry!”
You couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped your lips as you grabbed the soft purple velvet and wrapped it securely around you
“Okay” you pulled the fabric tight.”You can look now, Alexis”
Slowly, Ness parted his fingers, peeking through them with hesitant eyes. Seeing you covered, he let his hands drop, letting out a long exhale as a soft, relieved smile touched his lips
“Welcome back, my dear assistant” he whispered, his voice rough with sleep “No more transformation tricks. I promise.”
✰ in which... you meet fem!ness by chance, and quickly grow curious about her sweet demeanor and your mutual interests. will it stay as a friendship, or will you get hooked on someone who appears devoted to another? no matter what, you'll take the risks and find out yourself.
✰ content: college!au, fem!ness x gn!reader (though written w/fem reader in mind. they're all sapphics to me srry), kaiser haunting the narrative, silly reader's bllk friends (my fave part likely), no actual plot i blacked out and had this done, pt. 1 of femlock smau mini series maybe...!
✰ notes: i started this like two months ago out of sheer obsession for fem!ness and decided to just get it out now bc of pride day. it was gonna be a short fic but my ass thought of a whole smau series and ran with it. im soo embarrased to post but if this is liked ill pull through w/the mini-series (and if not ill lowk delete this and pretend it never happened). where's my femlock crowd at i need ur opinions!!
✰ glaze corner (aka artists credit): ness' pfp and banner by puplexis (aka femlock god), isagi's pfp by jio77712464, the rest of pfp's by mulleddivinity (genuine rec if you guys like (fem) nagireo. my favorite artist for it). that's all :p
"i wann' nut in you—please can i?" ness begs, his forearms tight around your waist.
he looks up at you so pathetically, forcing his head into your petting. he absolutely loves this position with you facing forward on his lap, sweaty bodies flushed against each other as you ride his soul away. your knees dig deep into the mattress, locking in his thighs that stretched out between yours.
"i-ich werde brav sein, bitte sag ja.."
he pulls you down harder at each desperate whine he slips out, stuffing his nose between your breasts and slobbering all over your soft skin.
"bitteee, y/nnn i wanna inside you s'bad... y/n it hurts..."
you tightly suck in a breath, feeling his limp cock twitch inside your womb. the rock hard head of his shaft bulges through your cervix, fitting right inside like a puzzle.
"y/n i wanna so bad... du tust mir so gut, ich kann einfach nicht andersss.."
"fine, fine... yes..." you grunt, your head immediately sinking into his shoulder.
he could just die here beneath you the moment you nodded, approving another orgasm. slowly, warm fluids seep out between the gaps of your throbbing pussy, his cock still plugged deep inside of you; ness was not letting go anytime soon. clenching so tightly, he twitches and thrusts up once more, your walls wrapping tighter around his pulsing veins.
"y/nn~ hnghh—" ness gasps, biting onto your nipple, wanting your cum to somehow come out of your breasts instead.
you and ness breathe deeply together, mirroring beasts in hibernation, feeling each other's raging heartbeats. his hands slide low to the side of your legs, lazily pumping you up and down.
you tap gently on his back, "enoughh..."
ness chuckles. bulky arms wrap harder around your bare hips as his forehead nudges your collar.
"thank you... than' you~" he repeats in soft murmurs, quietly milking you over and over with subtle movements . . .
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