ik i'm not posting a lot (please dont crucify me), so if youre in the market for some platonic x reader content, show some love to these amazing authors!!
NOTES: platonic yan for the fandom section will be marked with a * , and a ☆ marks blogs without a masterlist. :D most, if not all, are gn! reader and are more familial oriented :)) also if you have more authors drop them in the comments im greedy as fuckkkkkk...🤤
PLATONIC YAN OC'S
** @acosmicbee - classic platonic yan blog...what can i say...🚬
personal favs: child of war, spirited away inspired ocs
** @pineconepie - another classic 🚬 his works are more overtly catered towards an agere audience, so if youre looking for that, this is the blog for you! :)
** @meathunt - goldmine🥹 i have no other words
☆ ** @chr0nic5lly0nlin3 - peak comfort fics...he also has some fandom
** @arrowthrewme - he also has soft romantic yan ocs if you're into that :D
☆ ** @kittrambles - you're gonna be like a kid in a candy store in here
☆** @s0c0ld0utside - the writing will speak for itself
PLATONIC FANDOM
@teklarn - all of their platonic works are in the dc masterlist, all of them being incredibly written :) they also have longform romantic fics
personal favs: (CW: SH)
☆ ** @foundfamyanderes - platonic dc GOLDMINEEE srsly... also check their ao3, lainevermore out, not too sure but i think there are some exclusives on there! they also have some ocs :D
@cherry-amores-blog - dc and marvel content! i love love LOVE their hurt/comfort fics
@itheunknown - gutwrenching platonic batfam fic, currently unfinished but its so worth checking out!! theyre so underrated imo 🥹 keep in mind the reader is going thru it
** @jade-zzz - great batfam writer!! they mostly do romantic but they do have a good few platonic fics :3 i esp enjoyed the platonic jason one!
** @kenyummy - batfam with spiderman reader you cant go wrong with that
** @cloudy-strawberry - ugh im just in love with their omegaverse batfam fic and you will too
@3ternalradiance - if youre more into you being older than the batboys!! unfortunately for my girls and nonbinary hoes that series is more m!reader focused, BUTT they do have another gn! series where youre damian's twin
** @a0s1ller - platonic yan omegaverse jjk mm yes..... 🤤
@dccomicsimagines - they have many platonic batfam fics!! serious goldmine for both platonic and romantic fics with a variety of characters!!
personal fav: what's lost is found
** @maliciouscottonball - a whole buffet of fics 🤤 a strictly platonic blog w/ platonic cod, transformers, batfam, and pokemon!!
** @ametrictonofaudacity - finished batfam fic! i love rereading it like a mad man
** @lunaris-literature - dmc, batfam, twst...PLATONIC OMEGAVERSE... you'll love this blog trust
@fairestwriting - more romance focused twst blog, platonic hcs they have are so cute
@aquz - unfortunately theyre not active anymore but they have a bunch of platonic twst fics :)
☆** @honey-minded-hivemind - i’m wasn’t really interested in x-men til i found their blog which made me really get into the franchise ❤️🩹 they also have wings of fire content if you’re into that :D
This is a kinda continuation of This post. :)
This is before Shedletsky shed godhood, so we are getting both!
+1x cameo :)
Apologies for the rambling. I have a cold and am on meds while writing.
Tw?: Yandere birdie dad. Overprotective dad. Chicken man.
-Telamon has loved you since the day you were born. He was so busy that he had to visit deep into the night. As soon as he saw you though? He was smitten, You are his chick, his little girl. Your golden downy feathers are proof enough for that!
-Telamon hates to be apart from you. Even if it is part of his work, he would rather be with his chick. He has taken to quickly checking in on you when he has some time, following you in your daily life, just out of sight of your little eyes.
He has watched everything you have done and experienced. He has to keep himself from taking you from the school playground or the streets when you are walking home.
-When he is at the heights, he uses the fights as a way to let off pent up anger towards not being with you or from seeing you being mistreated. Builderman notices that his friend seems to be a lot more brutal during these fights. His swords are cleaving through other fighters mercilessly. Telamon has to reassure him that everything is okay, even if he lies through his teeth.
He only calms when he finally gets to go visit you and hold you in his arms. He is careful with his sharp talons and strength to not hurt you. Your fluffy feathers feel like balm on his aching skin and tired mind. You did not know about what your dad did, but you didn't need to.
-Telamon loves to preen you! His hands are practiced and delicate with your little feathers as he does. You get to talk about your day and innocent world. He keeps your little wings clean and tidy. He also loves that you look so much like him! From his own eyes to his curly hair. He can't help but to kiss your little cheeks until they are pink and you are giggling.
He also likes to compare how small your hands are to his, just seeing your tiny talons makes him want to hold them and cuddle you more. Telamon likes to wrap his wings around you as he holds you. You can't regulate your body temperature yet, so he'll keep you warm. Plus you are just so cute when you are cuddle up in his feathers.
-He loves to read the letters you send to his work. He even shares the letters with his coworkers. He has at least three pictures of you on his desk and a little collection of your drawings in his desk. He even put up his favorite drawing you made in the break room.
His coworkers went from enduring his proud dad boasting to looking forward to reading your next letters after seeing just how cute you were.
-Telamon had been decorating and renovating a room in his manor just for you when you finally get to move in with him! He had been not only finding what was the most comfortable for a growing child, but also taking into account what you liked.
No expense was spared for you. He put your room next to his just so he would be there for you when you needed him.
-Telamon would have to switch between being himself and Shedletsky between seeing you and working.
Both versions of your dad love you, but Telamon is a lot more intense in his affections towards you and his protectiveness of you. While Shedletsky will let you be a kid and explore the world at your own pace, Telamon would be beside you the entire time with his hand on his sword, ready to cut down anything that dares to even look at you with bad intentions.
-When you finally move in with your dad, There is an immediate switch. He's even more smothering with affection. He will scoop you up into his arms if you seem to be struggling with keeping up with him in the manor. He hovers nearby whenever you talk to the staff, making sure they are polite to you. If one is not, they are never seen in the manor again.
Telamon also personally teaches you how to use your wings. He has you train intensively with flying until you are exhausted. When you cannot flap anymore, He scoops you into his arms again to carry you somewhere safe to rest. He will massage and stretch your wings to make sure they are not too sore from excercising.
-Telamon becomes even more dangerous when it is time for you to rest. His wrath comes to whoever tries to seperate you two as he holds you. He will and has killed someone with you fast asleep in his arms, making sure the death was quiet so you would not be bothered by it.
Builderman himself had witnessed the sword god's wrath when he tried to get him to put you down so they could talk alone about your father's recent personality switch. He almost lost an eye from Telamon's talons swiping at him as a warning to be quiet.
-He tries to keep you at his manor where it is safe when he cannot stay with you. He does not want you to become like the other one. That hateful FAILURE. You will not be like that, he will make sure of it. You wont be of hate, but of LOVE.
-Sometimes you have to stay with him when he is his Shedletsky persona. You like when you get to visit your other mom, Brighteyes! She is so much fun for you.
-Shedletsky is a fun dad for you. He does still preen your wings and has you practice flying, but he is not as intense or overbearing about your studies. He lets you practice swords, even giving you a soft wooden sword to carry with you.
-Shedletsky and Brighteyes have a room for you as well, but you sometimes find your dad sleeping on the couch and crawl onto his belly to sleep.
-You would see pictures of someone else while staying with Shedletsky and Brighteyes. Someone with black skin and a green torso. You ask your father about the person, but he doesn't answer you. Your curiosity grows. Brighteyes relents and tells you that the person is your older sibling and that person is not very nice to others.
-You practice swordsmanship while your parents are away and see that person come visit, looking for your dad. He saw you and didn't seem to know what to think. But he didn't try to attack you, just left. You pick up the black feathers that he left behind.
-You tell your dad about the visitor when he comes home. His reaction to that is immediate. Instead of Shedletsky speaking to you it is TELAMON.
"Little chick. Do not ever interact with that person. He is dangerous. Telamon will protect you from him."
-Telamon would keep a better eye on you after knowing the FAILURE now knew about you. You had to hide the pretty black feathers of your older sibling from him.
-Builderman would come to visit you and Telamon afterwards. Your father got more suspicious of his visits as time went on. Both David and Brighteyes began to try and talk to you separately from your father, trying to get information on what goes on when they are not around.
-Telamon becomes even more protective of you when he suspects Builderman and Brighteyes are up to something. Your feet are barely on the floor as he insists on holding you, clinging to you like you are the most precious thing in his life. Because you are. You believe it is because your violent sibling keeps coming around and looking for a fight. You cling to your dad when you hear the chains of your older sibling nearby.
Your father will keep you safe and happy. Just trust him.
A/N;
First drabble is a Reader x Telamon (Roblox Admin account, though it can be any Telamon you want)
Tis a bit long, hope that's okayy- enjoy okay bye-
Art by _shexrii
Content;
Telamon is portrayed as a winged deity, using it/it's pronouns and refers to itself in the third person.
Reader isn't referred to by a name, using they/them pronouns. I do my best to keep them ambiguous.
Inferiority complex comfort, negative self-talk while praising another, established relationship, rapid pov changes, marriage of convenience, ending is a bit abrupt even for me
Telamon was a busy deity. Both in the aspect of proper matters to attend and busying itself with hobbies and moderation. Very rarely does one find the time to be with Telamon.
Despite this, it still went through the trouble of collecting a marital spouse every life span or so. Attempting to keep connections and understanding of the ever changing robloxian cultures.
Marital rituals are an established partnership that mortals were familiar with, which made it easy to enact. Its ties to loyalty, devotion, singularity (in prehistoric times), and honesty were values Telamon sought out when seeking robloxians to teach it continuously.
An advisor would work, Builderman had suggested it eons ago, as that's how he kept in touch, but that wasn't Telamon's style. To each their own.
So it's no surprise when one does becomes hitched, through its admittedly violent "spouse trial", as it was appropriately titled, that it'd be far from the typical marriage.
Granted, it wasn't cruel or conniving. It's simply a marriage of convenience. No one is to mistreat partners of Telamon, and they got whatever they wanted. Telamon sought them out for advice, insight, and knowledge in exchange for comfort, security, and stability.
But documents become harder to fill out when the selected.. "advisor" isn't behaving the way as those before them.
Speaking to quietly for it to hear, having to strain it's ears to hear their words. Folding in on themselves and refusing eye contact if they weren't forced. They all but shied away from any subject matter that put to much attention on them.
Doing just enough to quench its curiosity before excusing themselves. Had it not been for the necessity of this arrangement, due to benifits, they most likely wouldn't be wed to Telamon at all.
Dusekkar has noticed and expressed his, and other admins, concerns in regards to its spouses timid nature.
Telamon didn't quite understand, but if it brought upon concern, it'd seek answers. Even if the moment wasn't opportune..
Today was a small event, a changelog and announcement of updates. Builderman being the face paired with Roblox, the individual. Other admins attended along with important guests and plus-ones, like; Telamon's spouse.
The pair were far enough away from the stage for there to be conversation, sitting at a table close to the stage by the wall, and that was enough for Telamon to lean over the table and spark discussion.
"Spouse."
"Telamon.."
It tilted its head a favorable amount, it's owlish gaze drilling into them "Telamon inquires about your.. overly polite nature"
"I'm.. afraid I don't understand."
"You're quiet." It starts simply "You make yourself small in Telamon's presence. You've cultivated a certain.. distance from Telamon." It's usual cocky expression more solemn. Curious.
They blink, raising a brow and examining their lords expression before settling their hands in their lap "I'm merely showing respect, my lord. This.. arrangement is for information, not affection. I'm aware you do not possess our emotions, so I do not intend to push this to be something it is not."
They gestured between themselves; "You, the admins, and I are not.." They pause, trying to find a word that fits their feelings, "Equal."
Telamon didn't blink until the end, mostly out of surprise. The distance and odd timid behaviors.. was because they knew there was a difference in power and status, they didn't wish to overstep their bounds or be overzealous. They were conscious of their mortal standing.
How curious...
Telamon's typical cocky grin grew as it spoke "You are my spouse. Does that not make you Telamon's equal by design?"
They merely shook their head, gesturing with their hands as discretely as possible "For robloxians, yes. It is a bond of love and union, but you aren't a robloxian, my lord. You and I both know better than to fool ourselves with frivolous fantasy for what this entails."
They wanted to inquire on what brought this about, why Telamon was more focused on this rather than the event, and why it seemed so.. dissatisfied with their responses, having to note it's smile twitch like they struck an unforeseen nerve.. but they didn't dare let a question bubble up.
Telamon didn't even glance about the room before leaning over the table, coming face to face with them. Noting how they had flinched and clearly restrained from pulling away. "Telamon appreciates your efforts of being.. considerate.. but finds that distance brings doubt. That you are displeased with our union-"
It doesn't get to finish before they all but slam their hands on the table to shout "NO!" Silencing the room and startling even Telamon, who sat up.
They smiled awkwardly to the crowd of confused faces before Builderman cleared his throat and took a note "..Thank you for your input. Any other objections?" Fortunately, smoothing things back over to work, drawing attention away from their table.
"Sorry.." They muttered quietly "I meant; no, I am anything but displeased." The ground was suddenly super interesting right about now.
"I apologize if this has been causing you issues, is there a way you'd like me to proceed?"
Telamon shook its head, leaning close again, it's talons gently scrapping against the side of their scalp. It smirks, amused as they shivered. "No. If this is how you feel, Telamon prefers it. Your authenticity is important to Telamon's understanding."
"..Understood" they were hesitant, they didn't wish to become a liability, but if they weren't to play up a character, they wouldn't. Not like they could with their spouses hands combing through their hair. They couldn't focus their thoughts, feeling almost like they were melting in their skull.
A little ignorant to their state, Telamon continued their conversation while it's menstruations eased its spouses nerves. "You're merely curious to Telamon. Most robloxians Telamon has taken are clingy. Yet despite you seeming no less eager to please, you drift. You hide."
They glanced up to see it's gaze honed in on them alone and bashfully redirected their eyes "Yes, well, I suppose I am merely more aware of where I stand. I know that many feel as if this position is a free ticket to.. many things, but I'd say it's hardly something to brag abou- OW-"
Telamon was quick to pull it's talons back after nicking their skin so as not to further injure them. Yet it's eyes were pin prick thin. Was it angry? Had they misspoke?
"I-I didn't mean- it's an honor to be selected as your spouse! I merely mean it isn't proper to gloat!" They scrambled to correct themselves. "Many are seeking a bond with you that isn't properly suited for the role they are selected for and-" They were hastily cut shorts by Builderman closing up the event for the evening.
They rose and shadowed Telamon, who seemed to be mildly irritated, or at least, deep in thought. They couldn't help but remain entirely silent, fearing they upset the deity.
They made their way back to the heights and it's mansion, completely unbothered by any looks casted their way by staff and attendants as it pulled them aside to continue their discussion in private.
Telamon sat on the edge of it's bed, or nest, in their chambers, gesturing them closer, patting the spot next to itself. They, of course, obliged, given the tense atmosphere. Sinking into soft quilts and bedding, they'd almost toppled over.
It was first to speak "Telamon believes you are misunderstanding the importance of your role." It began,
"Robloxians are fragile, fickle, you live not but a blink of Telamon's existence. Telamon cares not for mortal fantasies and is happy to indulge as stress, Telamon's learned, hurts your well-being, and under Telamon's care; this is what Telamon seeks to avoid. You can not aid me if you are hurting, yes?"
They merely nod and Telamon grins. Stretching a wing to wrap around the opposing shoulder of it's spouse, a comforting gesture it picked up on from other partners. One they weren't pushing away and melted into instead.
"Speak your mind" it encouraged, leaning closer to be almost eye level with them.
"You don't feel as if we're being unreasonable? To ask so much of a God?" They inquired softly, as if they hadn't meant to speak. Running their fingertips over its feathers.
Telamon only scoffed, amused "You are mortals. Its your job to take up space. It's why you were made;"
Summary: You run away from home and hide in the corn maze field, hoping against all hope and praying to all that would listen that you won’t be found. Your prayer is answered by the most peculiar pair possible. Or when you get ‘adopted’ by Sukuna.
Pairing (non-romantic!) child-reader x father-figure Sukuna during the Heiain era.
Sweetober prompt 6: Corn Maze
WC: ~1.4 K
Warnings: Cursing, hint at human consumption/cannibalism (it’s Sukuna and Uraume talk), unhappy home life and child running away from home (kind of child kidnapping if you squint?), hint at child abuse.
They say curses are the root of all evil.
Born from regret, fear, shame, and misery, they directly contribute to human death. Coldly and mercilessly, they kill anyone who crosses their paths without discrimination. Everyone in your village would pray not to meet a curse and grief whenever someone did, as their mangled corpse would be dragged back by trackers. But you’re six, and yet you already know that there’s something worse than the bobbly spirits hiding under your bed, or the undead greeting you at the village-mothers doorstep.
It’s humans.
“Y/N!!” The voice isn’t your dads, or your cousins. It’s familiar but not recognizable, some man you don’t know from the village. Then there’s another voice who yells just as loudly. Another. A third, a fourth and then you can’t counter higher. They’re all around the field now, moving closer and further away in echoes. As it gets dark, the shouts grow more desperate, overlapping screeches. They blend into one horrifying sound with your name twisted into something morbid. It bounces off the corn and into your ears. Sometimes it sounds like crying, pitiful and desperately familiar that you almost consider coming out of your hiding spot. But then you hear your mothers voice, sharp and mean and angry, and curl tighter into a ball at the base of the cornstalks.
A dog barks in the distance.
You try not to sob. You pray. Quietly, lips barely moving but the prayer is there: don’t let them find me, please, you repeat like a mantra. You pray they get bored and go home for the night. You’re ready to pray to anything that would list: God, Devil and the abyss. Maybe, just maybe, this time someone will answer.
Because before, every time you ran, they found you not too far away from the house. They’d find your hidden toys, your clothes, the food you stole and hidden and follow the track until they caught you and dragged you back, kicking and screaming. Your mother would publicly fuss at you but once at home… you cut your trail of thoughts off. Because this time, you left a decoy- a teddy and some food which you left not far from your usual ‘playing’ area. Then you went in a new direction. You ran towards the middle of the cornfield directly from sunrise, as soon as your mother kicked you out of the house. You ran for as long your legs could carry, until they hurt and bled. You only stopped when it got too hot and quiet. But by then you don’t remember which way you came from, or which way you were going. By lunchtime, with the hottest sun, you found a grove in the cornfield and hid. Knees to chest, your small backpack damp and sticky. Your teddy is dirty, your dress is torn. You nibbled on the bits of dry bread in your pocket. Drank half of your water.
That was many hours ago. Now you’re tired. You’re hungry, cold and worried. But you know that if you move, the corn will rustle and someone will hear it and come looking for you. So you stay quiet, still. Pray that they find the decoy stuff and assume you’ve been stolen by a curse. Something growls in the distance, you almost pee yourself. But you force yourself to be still. You had to be brave. You had to–
“Uraume. This is not a shortcut.” A rough, displeased, and unfamiliar male voice cut through the darkness. It’s a mans voice, but not anyone from the village. It commands and cuts and somehow everything seems to grow quiet when you hear it. It gives you the same cold feeling when a curse-blob at Village Mother’s home bumps into you then follows you around, trying to scare you.
Your hands feel numb. Your feet sting and you can’t stay still anymore. Another stab of pins and needles and you bolt- more like stumble- forward from your spot.
“What the fuck?!” the same voice snarls as you run into the owner’s leg and clung to it. Your tiny hands grip the white kimono, and cling to it. You don’t let go even as the leg tries to shake you off.
“I believe this is a human child,” a calmer, less rough voice spoke up. A woman? You look up and see a figure with white and red hair looking down at you. Her eyes move over your hair, your face, your dirty little feet then turn back to the man. “It seems sustenance ran to you, Sukuna-sama.”
You heard a low rough sound. Not a laugh, not a grunt or a chuckle but something in between all three. “ A useless, insolent brat.”
Something sharp pinched the back of your neck, and you’re yanked up into the air. You’re looking at a face with two sets of eyes and black marks crawling all over his face and down the rest of his skin that’s visible from under his kimono. He’s holding you like a dead rat, disgust evident on his face and it grows deeper for every second he’s looking at you. He looks sick of you already.
But he doesn’t look like them, the villagers, the ones still screaming your name.
“Well?” The man, Sukuna-sama, huffs. The woman, Uraume (you’d come to find out later) steps closer. She inspects you like a cut of meat, or a curious object. It’s a look that makes you think of your mother and the way she looks at wool on the market, examining every inch for the slightest flaw to bargain over.
Utaume’s eyes linger on every scratch, every scar and spec of dirt, her expression cold and emotionless. You blink at her in confusion, then raise your hand up and wave.
She didn’t wave back. Rude.
“Scrawny, Not much meat on this one,” Uraume states. You felt your body sway, the fingers loosening as if he’s about to toss you back into the cornfield. “Although, it’s young, tender. Could be useful.”
“Raising cattle is not in my interest, Uraume.” Sukuna says.
“No, but capital nobles pay for children to be servants. Healthy ones go for a good sum, or..” Uraume’s flat tone takes on a slight edge. “A sad-looking brat draws pity. Pity and curiosity draws people in. People are meat.”
Sukuna pauses his movements. His fingers tighten on your neck. He raises you closer to his face, two sets of eyes examining you then he turns back to Uraume. You notice their mouths move into something that isn’t a smile but isn’t disgust either. You don’t understand the look, or the words they’re saying, but you think it looks a little bit like a look the butcher gives when he’s buying a pig.
“Oj, brat. Name?” Sukuna pulls you even closer to his face. He’s watching you closely, eyeing the smallest shifts in your expression, looking for a frown or to scream or cry. Anything troublesome or annoying.
You blink owlishly back at him. “Y/N?” It came out sounding more like a question than an answer. Sukuna keeps looking at you, his red eyes narrow. He’s expecting something of you, for you to add something to your answer.
You didn’t.
He gives a curt hmph then tosses you over his shoulder like a sack of rice. Your stomach hurts when it hits his shoulder. A painted whine escapes you. You want to cry- then across the field you hear it again:
“Y/N!!”
You freeze. Then press your face into his back. Your ‘companions’ hear it too. Sukuna’s shoulder shifts under you. Annoyed? “ Brat, you know where the old shrine is?”
You’re surprised. Then you frown, and lift your head. After a second you point a small finger in the direction they came from. “Mama always says it’s on the other side of the forest. Past the spring, turn left, and then you see it… I think?”
Sukuna snorts then laughs. A bellyshaking sound that almost shakes you off. Just as you’re sliding he steadies you, sorta, with a pat on your back. Once. It’s tough, and not comforting or soft like the Village mother, but rough like the rap of a stick over your bones. You lose your breath, duck down and hold tighter onto his kimono.
Sukuna doesn’t notice his own strengths, just starts walking. “Uraume, your navigation is as good as your shortcut, pure shit!”
“It was efficient, Sukuna-sama.” You felt Uraume’s eyes on you.
You don’t look at Uraume, or complain about being uncomfortable, just stay quiet on Sukuna’s shoulder. Just like you didn’t say that you’re not sure if it’s the left of the right way at the steam. Or maybe you had to cross the stream and then turn? You’re feel like you don’t know anything anymore.
The only thing you know is that you’re not going back.
The rest you’ll figure out later.
..Maybe.
Author note: I know this is a repost but I kinda started planning chapter 3 of Corn Maze child only to realize that not even this, little chapter 1, wasn't up anymore. So here it is, edited and back in business.
And for those of you critical to me calling Uraume 'woman' yes I know what the canon says. But Uraume's anime 'modern' appearance suits this fic better. So take it as mistaken views of a traumatized, 6 year old with a heatstroke.
you’re standing at the stove, flipping the last of the tamagoyaki in the pan, when the front door clicks open like it’s got a mind of its own. no knock, no text, just the familiar drag of sneakers across the floor and then shidou’s voice booming through the apartment.
“yo, smells like heaven in here. you making extra, right?”
you glance over your shoulder. he’s already kicking off his shoes, pink hair a mess from the wind, grin wide enough to split his face. he’s wearing one of sae’s old practice jerseys—how he even got it? you’ll never know.
he saunters in like he pays rent, drops a plastic bag of convenience store snacks on the counter, and leans his hip against the fridge.
“shidou, how do you keep getting in?” you ask, not even mad, just curious. the spare key is supposed to be hidden, but you’re starting to think he’s memorized the code to the building too.
“talent,” he says, popping a pocky stick in his mouth. “plus, your place is closer than mine and sae’s couch is comfier than my bed. i’m basically a tenant now.”
you snort, sliding the tamagoyaki onto a plate. “you’re a squatter.”
“squatter with benefits,” he corrects, snagging a piece of egg before you can swat his hand away. “where’s the ice prince?”
“napping on the couch. again.” you jerk your thumb toward the living room. sae’s been home from spain for three days and is now taking his daily hour nap, keeping him glued to the cushions. “don’t wake him.”
shidou’s eyes gleam. “no promises.”
you roll your eyes and start rinsing the pan. behind you, the tv flickers on—some racing game, engine noises already revving. shidou’s claimed the good controller, the one without the sticky a-button, and is sprawled across the far end of the couch.
honestly, you don't hate it. he's loud and chaotic, but he's fun. he'll play mario kart with you until 3 am and scream at the screen like it's the world cup final.
you dry your hands, grab two cans of soda from the fridge, and pad into the living room.
sae’s there, on his back, one arm flung over his eyes, the other dangling off the couch. his hair’s fanned out on the pillow, mouth slightly open, and he looks annoyingly perfect even unconscious.
the blanket’s slipped down to his waist, showing off the faint tan line from training in the spanish sun. you tiptoe past, drop onto the opposite couch, and hand shidou a soda.
“co-op or versus?” you ask, cracking your own can.
“versus,” he says immediately. “i’m not carrying your ass today.”
“rude. i carried you last week.”
“that was mario kart and you picked rainbow road on purpose.”
you’re both laughing when the first race starts. the screen flashes, karts zoom, and you’re leaning forward, thumbs flying. shidou’s yelling about blue shells, you’re yelling back about him cutting you off at the turn, and somewhere in the mix you don’t notice sae stirring.
he sits up slowly, blanket pooling in his lap. his eyes are half lidded, expression flat, the way it always is when he’s been dragged out of sleep too early. he stares at the tv, then at shidou’s bare feet on his coffee table, then at you—curled up with a controller, cheeks flushed from laughing.
“why are you here,” he says to shidou. it’s not a question. it’s an accusation.
shidou doesn’t even look away from the screen. “your girl invited me. hospitality, sae-sae. ever heard of it?”
“i did not.”
“you said ‘there’s tamagoyaki’ and that’s basically an invitation.”
sae rubs a hand over his face, sighs through his nose, and stands. he pads past the couch, steps over shidou’s discarded hoodie, and disappears down the hall without another word. the bedroom door shuts with a soft click.
you and shidou exchange a look. he raises an eyebrow. “he’s gonna lock us out one day.”
“he won’t,” you say, but you’re not sure. shidou’s been burning through sae’s patience like gasoline.
the next race starts. you pick yoshi—because of course you do and shidou groans when you immediately drift past him on the first turn. the apartment settles into comfortable noise: the game, the occasional shouts, the clink of soda cans.
you’re three races in, tied for wins, when the bedroom door opens again.
sae’s changed into a hoodie and joggers, bangs in his face. he doesn’t say anything, just walks to the kitchen, opens the fridge, and pulls out a bottle of water. you pause the game.
“you want food?” you call. “there’s tamagoyaki left.”
he glances over, eyes flicking from the plate on the counter to shidou’s feet still on the table. “i’m fine.”
shidou waves a lazy hand. “there’s also onigiri in the bag. the crab ones are mine, though.”
sae doesn’t respond. he twists the cap off the water, takes a long drink, and leans against the counter like he’s debating whether to retreat or intervene. you unpause the game, but you’re distracted now, watching him in your peripheral.
“you could play,” you offer, patting the couch cushion beside you. “we’ve got a third controller.”
shidou snorts. “he’d pick the worst character and complain the whole time.”
sae’s mouth twitches—almost a smile, gone before it forms. “i don’t play games i can’t win.”
“that’s why you suck at mario kart,” shidou says, and you choke on your soda.
sae’s eyes narrow. “i don’t suck. the physics are unrealistic.”
“excuses,” you and shidou say at the same time, and then you’re both laughing again, loud enough that sae actually rolls his eyes. he sets the water down, walks over, and plucks the third controller from the shelf like he’s accepting a challenge he didn’t ask for.
“move,” he tells shidou.
shidou scoots over, grinning like a kid on christmas. sae sits between you, close enough that his knee brushes yours. he picks baby daisy—because of course he picks the lightest character with the best acceleration and doesn’t say a word as the character select screen locks in.
the race starts. sae’s quiet at first, focused, thumbs precise. he takes the first corner clean, drifts like he’s been doing it for years, and by the end of the first lap he’s in second.
shidou’s yelling, you’re yelling, and sae’s just… silent, eyes locked on the screen, lips pressed into a thin line.
he wins the race. barely. by half a second.
shidou throws his controller down.
“bullshit. beginner’s luck.”
sae sets his controller on the table, stands, and heads back to the bedroom without a word. the door shuts again.
you and shidou stare at each other.
“did he just… flex on us and leave?” shidou asks.
“yep.”
“your boyfriend has so much aura.”
you laugh, grab the tamagoyaki plate, and follow sae down the hall. the bedroom’s dark, curtains drawn, but you can make out his shape under the covers. you crawl onto the bed, poke his shoulder.
“you okay?”
he grunts. “shidou’s loud.”
“you won.”
“it wasn’t a challenge.”
you smile, lean down, and kiss his temple. “you’re cute when you’re petty.”
he doesn’t respond, but his arm snakes around your waist, pulling you down beside him. you settle in, head on his chest, listening to the steady thump of his heart. from the living room, shidou’s already started another race, shouting at the ai.
sae sighs. “he’s staying the night, isn’t he.”
“probably.”
“i’m changing the locks tomorrow.”
you laugh into his hoodie. “you won’t.”
he doesn’t argue. just tightens his arm around you.
oh humble jester, i carry a request for thou. invision this, a survivor!reader who is the accidental "child" of 77noli excpet they were made by remenants of their magic/hacker stuff during their college days and were abandoned by 007n7 and raised by noli's cult. how would the survivors, noli and c00lkidd react to them? anywho, have a great day and happy halloween (everyday from august to december 24 is halloween to me)
Do You Remember Your Promise?
Survivors, Noli and c00lkidd + Reader
Summary: Abandonment and being raised by a cult does things to a growing child, the question you've been wondering is why. Thankfully, you won't have to wait much longer to get your answer.
Word count: 3750
Oh you're evil, I like that! Happy late Halloween, Christmas, and happy new years, strangely time accustomed friend!
Of course, due to the nature of this request, this story not only uses Old-Lore Noli, but is also purely platonic. Now onto the show!
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It was obvious you were treated differently than others were.
You saw it in the way the other people were talked to compared to you. In the way they talked to you.
Reverent, patient, admired and worshipped.
You were important to these people, you knew that much.
The way they sang praises to you, and your father, Noli. They'd call you his 'Messenger', his one true 'Prophet'. You had them at your beck and call.
If only you could say the same about your father. He wasn't around much, but you couldn't blame him much for that. He was of the busy sort, he always had something to do— Causing mayhem and whatnot. You did enjoy the times you were able to spend with him.
But sometimes he'd come back frustrated, and he'd rant to you about your 'Creator'. How he abandoned you, how he decided he was too good for him— For you. And how he replaced you with some baby that randomly showed up on his doorstep one day.
Needless to say, you weren't the biggest fan of your Creator.
So when you were transported to this strange place and saw him, you couldn't help but be a little antagonistic toward him. Not that he recognized you anyway.
You were a Sentinel, which was useful enough. You could conjure a mask to throw at the killer to both stun and reverse their movements, and you could send clones to hold the killer in place. Not only that, but you're also able to stun the killer by inducing hallucinations.
It wasn't hard to see how much they needed someone like you, if their countless pleas of gratitude were anything to go by.
Some had their suspicions, especially when you'd clasped your hands at dinner in prayer. One of them— You believe their name was Two Time— Asked who you prayed to, and you unabashedly said 'Father Noli'.
Your Creator had choked on his food at the response, while the rest at the table looked uncomfortable. They'd become more uneasy around you after that.
It was funny to see.
You mostly spent your time in the cabin, doing something weird and nonsensical. Anything that would get on the survivors' nerves, to keep them on edge.
Mainly 007n7, just to see his reactions.
Definitely just that, not for anything else.
It was another one of those nights, where you sought out someone to annoy. But they'd all taken up company with people that aren't that fun to tease, all except for one of them.
Your Creator.
Sat alone at a booth, a longful look on his face with his c00lgui pulled up in front of him. Much too invested on whatever was on his screen to pay attention to you— His surroundings.
You let out a sigh and rolled your eyes as you approached him. Your fingers wiggled in preparation.
Then snagged his c00lgui.
"Yoink!"
And he was quick to react— Head snapped to your direction, wide eyed and taken off guard, while his hand shot out to take back what was his.
"Hey! Give that back!"
You dangled it away from reach, a cheeky grin on your face and a hand flat to his chest to keep his own from reaching his tablet.
"Or what? Unlike me, you can't do anything without this dinky little thing!" With a chuckle to your voice, you turned your head. "Now let's see what's so important to—"
Your grin fell.
On the c00lgui, was a picture, of him and that brat of his.
A ninth birthday celebriation. At least, that's what you assumed it to be. With a 9 shaped candle that's been captured flung in mid-air, the brat's hands were blurred, having slammed into his birthday cake in his excitement. With your Creator's white smile being that of pride, seemingly unaware of what happened right next to him.
Usually, you'd laugh at such a scene. But instead, your shoulders slumped down. Any mirth that you would've felt was replaced by a hollowness in your chest.
Your hand lowered, before a chuckle made its way past your lips.
Bitter, halfhearted, and forced.
Much like the way the corners of your mouth lifted up as you handed the c00lgui back to your now-confused Creator.
"Huh—?"
You cut him off with a huff. "Bo-ring, I thought it'd be something cool."
Your Creator looked down at it, then back up at you as he quickly took it back into his arms. Hugged it like it was his own child—
Your smile twitched. And you promptly turned on your heel to leave the dinning area with a wave over your shoulder.
"Welp, bye-bye!"
Said in the same tone that your father used when he bid you fairwell.
And although you couldn't see it, you were sure by the sharp gasp that that fairwell earned you a good reaction. Perhaps even a funny one.
But you were no longer in the mood for such things.
For the image your Creator held so dearly remained burned in your mind, even as you stoked the flames in the fireplace with a fire poker.
'That could've been me.. It should've been me..'
You shook your head, and decided to sit there to warm up for the time being.
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A round had started a while ago, and you couldn't be more ready to cause some mischief.
To get rid of whatever thoughts raged on in that head of yours.
Though when you roamed the forested area, alongside the screams of Elliot— That dumb pizza boy— You felt a rather familiar buzz in the air. One that pulled your feet toward it with a certain level of urgency.
Laughter rang through the air, glitched, mocking and so very familiar.
And just as you rounded a corner, you saw him toss Elliot to the ground, a wide grin on his mask as he raised his hand—
"Father Noli!"
He stopped just like that, void star hovered still above his hand, head whipped to your direction as you stood there with heavy breath.
And unlike every meeting you've had with him, he was quiet. No laughter, jabs, or jokes.
He simply stared.
His head tilted a second later.
"L1ttl3 M3ss3ng3r..?"
Elliot passed the both of you a look that spanned from a furrowed confused brow, to wide eyed horror as he took this chance to get up and escape, his arm clutched hard.
Noli didn't follow after him.
You began to approach, slow, before you broke into a sprint into his arms. Your arms wrapped tight around him like a coil, and you had to bite back the urge to cry, even then your relief was felt as you pulled back to look up at him.
"Father– I– You're here–! You're actually here.."
There was a long second that passed by, his hands around around your shoulders. But eventually, he took hold of your face.
Gentle, like you'd shatter if he grabbed you too harshly.
The masked half of his face held a frown. There was a crackle to his staticy voice as he tilted his head.
"[W—WHY].. Why 4re you here..?"
That's when your hope began to wither, your relieved smile faded into a shaky line.
'Did he.. Not know I was here..?'
"I.. Wish I knew.." A glance over to where Elliot ran, your grip on Noli's robe tighter. "I went out to look for you, but it got too foggy and next thing I knew, I was in a cabin with these people.."
"Didn't I tell you not to [le–le–leave] the community?"
"You did, but— But you've been gone for months! The members were starting to ask ques—.."
You paused mid-sentence, gaze darted to the ground.
There was no reason to hide how you truly felt, not to your father.
But even then, you leaned into his hand to avoid the obligation to face him— Didn't want to out of a fear you couldn't understand. Your voice shaky, quieter.
Vulnerable.
"I.. Thought you left me too.."
And while you didn't see it, Noli's heart very nearly broke. His eye wide, before he brought you back into another hug.
"Oh, [N–NO NO NO]..! I wo–wo–wouldn't— You know I wouldn't abandon you."
The corners of your eyes stung with tears, the frown you held a shaky one as you shook your head against his robe, in an attempt to hide your fears.
How you wished this were the end of this horrid experience, and that he'd sooth away the rest of your worries. But it felt like something else was amiss, the static around him felt heavier, more prickly, more dizzying.
You pulled back after a moment, and caught the briefest second of anger on the masked half of his face before concern took its place.
You tried to ignore it, in hopes of it not being directed at you.
"I was.. Hoping, you'd come save me from this place.."
You finally looked back up at him, and from this angle, the bags under your eyes were obvious enough for him to notice.
Especially when you refused to let go of him, quite the opposite— Held on tighter. Not that he made any moves to pull away. You continued, shoulders sagged while your voice held a level of fear and uncertainty that he rarely heard from you.
"You were.. Here, this entire time, weren't you..?"
His grip on your shoulders tightened, before he reached out to cup your face again.
"I—"
—The round was over, much sooner than you would've liked.
You stared at the table in front of you in wide eyed disbelief, before you brought your hands together, as though in prayer. Face down while you ruminated over the last round.
Truly, you didn't know what to pray for.
"..."
One of the chairs scraped loudly against the wooden flooring, an ear-grating sound to you.
And when you looked, it was that pizza boy again, stood next to you, who looked near scandalized with how his arm crossed over his chest.
"You're- You actually know Noli?!"
All eyes were on you, you could feel it. Much like the eyes of the community members, who'd wait and hang onto your every word in the sermons you'd hold after a meeting with Noli.
Except they weren't part of your community.
The displeasure must've been clear on your face, as Elliot's wary expression faltered when you barely turned your head to look at him.
"I never hid it."
Disdain coated your words, no longer in the mood for such displays of shock and awe. You lowered your hands onto the table, eyes narrowed as you straightened up in your seat. You gave him the same stare of disapproval Noli would give those that interrupted your chats.
"Why didn't you tell me he was here?"
That's when he dropped the surprised act, which turned into a sidelong glance at the others with a quiet 'Uhh' , his hand slowly lowered to grab at his arm.
"I, uh.."
A look around the table made whoever survived the round turn away from you with.. What was it? Disgust? Embarressment?
Distrust?
It reminded you too much of the day Noli introduced you to the rest of the Star Void community. The doubt in their eyes, the whispers they exchanged.
You really didn't want to stay any longer than you needed to.
With the roll of your eyes, you pushed yourself from the table, made a show of it with a groan.
"Ugh, some team you guys are.."
Elliot reached out for you when you stood up, only to pull back when you shot him a look. And walked past him, but not without another interruption— From Builerman this time, who stood up from his seat.
"Wait, we need ta talk about this—"
"—I need time."
You cut him off, only you would decide when it was best to discuss this news.
Frankly speaking, you lost the energy to talk.
You went off, out of the dining room and up the stairs.
Only to find yourself tucked away in a corner by the railing in the game room, the pages of a random book flipped in your hand mindlessly. The words didn't register, far too distracted by the fact that Noli was here.
He didn't leave you.
And while that was a much needed reassurance, it left you with a dreadful realization that settled deep in your thoughts.
Sure, the admins were here too— Though you'd always had your doubts about their true power level— But Noli? Your father, here?
Whatever brought you all here, was stronger than Noli. Him being in this realm was proof of that.
Your hands still shook as you wheezed out something between a laugh and a cry.
".. This is a biiig problem.."
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Another round, one more and it'll be over for the night for all of you.
Some of your teammates had already fallen at this point, if their screams that cut off far too early were anything to go by.
At least it's somewhere with an indoor area. These nights can get pretty cold in this realm.
What was this place called again? You didn't really care that much, the ballpit in one of the rooms did peak your interest though.
Oh, what you would do to get a chance to dive right in there.
Unfortunately, the last round put such a hamper on your sense of wonder and fun, that you couldn't bring yourself to put in any effort this time.
'I should just let the killer get me, this isn't fun..'
But it seemed the world— Or rather, whatever took you to this glorified hell, had other plans. As an obnoxious cackle made you shiver involuntary with how loud it was.
You knew that dumb laugh all too well at this point.
And as you went into one of the bigger rooms in this place, your eyes lit up.
Your Creator, hidden behind one of the stand-alone walls, while his brat of a son called out to him.
He'd taken quite a beating, his breath sharp while he held onto his arm.
A giggle left your lips at the sight.
"Jackpot.."
A wide grin spread upon your face as a plan began to form in your mind.
And you took that chance to preform it the moment c00lkidd spotted him.
Without a second thought, you ran over to the two— To your Creator, and clung to him like glue. Feigned a great sadness and fear as you buried your head in his shoulder with a cry.
"D—Dad! I'm scared..!"
That stopped both of them in their tracks. Your Creator's hands hovered over your shoulders as he looked down at you in surprise, then in shock after he processed what you'd said.
"Wha—"
"'Dad'? He's not your dad, he's mine!"
That brat of his stood a little far away, confused as he pointed at himself.
You, however, turned your head and stuck out your tongue at him.
"Well, I was here first!"
His face contorted into one of frustration as he stomped his foot with a yell.
"No you weren't! He's my dad!"
Just when you were about to shoot off another quip, a hand gently patted your head.
Your Creator's hand.
It was near impossible to pretend like that simple action didn't throw away all your thoughts, let alone keep yourself from the urge to look up at him.
The back of his shirt wrinkled in your grip.
And it looked like you weren't the only one affected by his action, as his child's face flared up in anger. Only then did he start to run toward the two of you.
"Hey—! Stop that! Let go of him!"
You'd snapped out of your trance, and pushed yourself out of the hug you inititated. Your Creator's expression went from confusion to a mix of both worry and hurt.
But you kept your eyes away from his. Didn't want to get distracted any further than earlier. As one moment, you were stood next to him.
And the next, you'd gone and tackled his brat of a son to the ground.
Claws near immeditately flew up to scratch at your face, as did your own nails against his. A tumble and a struggle to keep the other down as you exchanged punches.
And your Creator tried, tried to get you two to quit your fighting, but his shouts fell on deaf ears.
Meanwhile laughter filled yours. Manical, unrestrained, and free.
It felt better than you'd expected, all that pent up anger, expelled through your fists.
Neither of you used your abilities. Only raw strength and the words that poured out of you both.
It was more of a catfight than one of survival.
You pulled back for a moment, smile giddy with eyes that were wide open, while your hair was a mess.
The brat glared up at you, angry tears at the corners of his eyes.
He'd planted his arms to the ground, you thought of it as sign of his surrender, and was about to mock him for his weakness.
"Get—" He quickly drew back his legs under you and kicked you in the stomach. "—OFF of me!"
"ACK—"
You were flung off by the force of his kick.
The support beams for the stage behind you dug into your back when you landed, to which your Creator was quick to shout out your name. Your neck hurt from how fast you turned to look at him.
Not even a second after did he come take you by the arm, and pulled you onto your feet into a run, with him by your side.
And it was only for a moment, that he glanced back at you— More like he scanned your face— His brows furrowed before he looked back ahead.
"We gotta get out of here..!"
And right as you heard another call from behind you—
—Time had run out, and you found yourself seated at the 'Winner's' table.
You blinked a couple times, and took a second to catch your breath. Before you shook your head as you stood up and stretched your arms with a laugh.
"Woow! Finally got that out of my system. That was fun."
The rest of the table was confused and looked at you weirdly, though mostly uncomfortable— Probably due to the fact that you and Noli were connected.
Your Creator however, didn't even glance up, gaze stuck down at the table. When he spoke, it was slow, unsure.
"You.. Called me dad.."
"Yeah? And?" You gave him a sidelong glance, and waved a hand at him with a cheery tilt to your voice. "I wanted to make him mad, or jealous. Worked pretty well, huh?"
"Wait, you're.." His eyes went wide, a mix of both horror and pure fascination on his tongue as he stared at you. "There's no way.. You weren't a clone..?"
Your grin faltered, and turned into a frown when you slowly turned to look at him. Your hand twitched closed.
".. What.. Did you call me?"
It was so quiet, you could hear a pin drop.
Chance's hand flew to cover their mouth, their other hand on Elliot's shoulder, who looked like he was seconds away from a broken neck with how fast his head darted between you two. Noob had already left the dining room with a series of muttered 'Nope's.
Builderman and Guest exchanged a look, before the former stood up from his seat, just like earlier.
"'What' is right— Ya two are related?!"
Your Creator tensed up, pushed his hair out of his face as he began to ramble.
"From back in college— But I thought— Clones aren't supposed to last more than a day—!"
But you didn't— Couldn't control your anger as it slipped out.
"—A clone?!" An eye twitched as you facepalmed, before you pulled your hand away roughly. "You're telling me all this time I was wondering why you left, and it was because you thought of me as nothing but a damn clone?!"
The others were concerned now, and exchanged glances. Most of which were at both Builderman and to your Creator.
He got up and took a step toward you, arms up in a placating manner.
"Kid—"
"Don't you 'kid' me now! All these years— I thought it was that Kidd of yours that made you leave me." You threw your hands up. "But no! No no no, it was because I was a useless clone to you, wasn't it?"
He shook his head and reached out for you.
"That's not true— If I knew I would've—"
"But you wouldn't have done nothing! Father Noli was wrong about you— You're still as selfish as you were back then!"
That made him pull back, and he even looked hurt.
And while there were a million thoughts that ran through your mind, you couldn't find the words for them. So instead you covered your face and let out a frustrated yell, and stormed out.
Out of the dining room, out of this stupid conversation, and out of the main cabin.
Soon you found yourself back in your cabin, slammed the door closed. Leaned against it before you slowly slid down to the floor, and buried your face in your hands once more with an annoyed groan.
After a few minutes spent in silence, your anger finally dissipated. Faded into a faint and familiar feeling of bitter hollowness, one that made its home in your lungs.
But even then, you mentally chided yourself for how you acted, how you ignored the one other important rule your father taught you.
'Don't show your weakness..'
You sighed out a half depreciating laugh as your hands fell down into your lap.
"You are an idiot.."
You leaned back against the door. Stared up at the support beam like it were the star-littered sky.
Then, out of a strange compulsion, you slowly raised a hand up to your head, and while there was a moment where your fingers curled inwards in hesitation, it lowered onto your head with a short, gentle pat.
"Why.. Did he do that..?"
It felt— Odd. Not something you're used to.
But it wasn't bad either.
However, it flew down as though you were burnt, and you coughed into it soon after. You were still mad at him.
hii, if possible can you do a platonic Shedletsky x gn kid winged reader?
reader has wings and is having trouble preening them because of being used to some else (their mom)preening their wings for them.
and shedletsky helps teach reader how to preen their wings
if not have a great day 😓🤧
WE LOVE DADLETSKY‼️🗣️
I’ll see what I can do for ya anon! Although I don’t know much about preening wings, I legit researched about it just for this LOL.
Shedletsky w/ a kid winged reader! (Platonic).
(Note: characters might be a bit ooc and I do apologize for that.)
‼️ Under the cut ‼️
After being forsakened, you don’t even know where you are, or how you got here. All you know is that you were waiting for your mother to get back to the nest and feed you. (Not that you can’t feed yourself, but, you like being catered to when it is necessary.)
To say you were skittish and on edge around the others, is an understatement. You kept running, hiding and hell, even flying away, even if your flying is limited, due to you having small wings, and not managed to understand how to use your wings properly.
You did hide behind Dusekkar, Guest 1337 and Taph sometimes. Even if it was rarely. Each one of them gets spooked when they suddenly see you hiding behind them. Which, prompts you to run and hide elsewhere.
In rounds, you’re mostly always the last one remaining, but you end up surviving quite a lot. But, it terrifies and traumatises you after each and every round. Even though you’re full health and fine after each round, you can still feel the pain.
Whenever your wings are in need of preening, and you try to preen them yourself, you get frustrated and neglect your wings. That is until Taph and Dusekkar points it out, and you just… Cry out of frustration.
They both panic, and Taph immediately goes to fetch someone. And who is that? Shedletsky and Builderman. Why? Well, because Shedletsky knows how to take care of wings and help preen them, and so does Builderman. Shedletsky is self explanatory, due to his Telamon form, and his hidden wings. Builderman, is because he used to help Shedletsky, Telamon form or not.
After all of them have helped you calm down, Shedletsky hesitates momentarily, before turning into Telamon, to which you stare at, amazed and calmer.
You’re placed on Telamon’s lap, wings outspread, whilst his lay idly around you and his lap as if to protect and shield you from the world and others.
The others around, make sure that everything is alright, items and stuff necessary for preening and overall comfort.
As Telamon carefully, and gently helps woth preening your wings, Dusekkar reads you a child book, even though you tilt your head in confusion. To which, Builderman shakes his head at and translates whatever you’re confused about. Taph is of course, silent, but he lets you watch him whenever he prepares his bombs and traps in general.
Even when Telamon is done preening your wings, he still doesn’t let you go entirely yet. Maybe it’s perhaps he just misses his own child, and wanted to try and be an actual good father, even for a little.
In rounds, whenever you’re stressed too much, Taph, Builderman, Dusekkar or hell, even Shedletsky is your go to, to try and calm down.
Surprisingly, 1x4 has been unusually careful and gentle to you, even when killing you. Sometimes you even notice that they stop killing and attacking, turning you around, and checking on your wings. You wonder why.
But that is until he kills you, making sure as to not strike your wings and damage and hurt them. At least not too much. That is.
Shedletsky is your go to person whenever you need preening, he’ll always turn into Telamon to help with your wings. And to make you comfortable.
Hell, you even fall asleep sometimes on his lap whenever he preens your wings too much to the point you fall asleep. Whenever that happens, his wings instinctively wrap around you, and he’s suddenly more guarded and on edge.
(A/N: apologies if this wasn’t exactly what you expected, anon! I added a few other characters, as some sort of bonus I suppose. And I apologize for not posting a lot, due to irl stuff, like groceries and etc.)
Actually that no punctuation plot hole ooc wattpad fanfic written by that 12 year old will ALWAYS be better than character ai. And I love that 12 year old btw
