please... nsfw 1x1x1x1 ANYTHING i dont CARE i am STARVING.
``Aspectabund``
1×1×1×1 x AFAB! Reader (Forsaken)
Cw: NSFW, smut with no plot, Genderfluid 1x, not proof read
"I won't be telling you again. Hold stil." A clawed hand would come up to firmly pin both of your hands down above your head.
You were bent over the arm of the couch, with 1x placing a hand over your hip and rutting into you; again and again and again until you were nothing more than a fucked out mess beneath them.
"X... pl- ease.." you whine out, broken and needy.
You already felt him so deep inside you, stretching you out and stuffing you full.
Tears pricked the corners of your eyes from the overstimulation. Tiny, pristine little tears.
If you were facing them, you're sure 1x would have mocked you for it.
Not like the words would have really registered, anyway. You were beyond the point of comprehension.
Beyond the point of saving.
You just wanted... needed 1x to fuck you.
To ruin you.
"You're shaking," they muse, mouth coming to leave a bite on the skin between your neck and shoulder.
"Does it hurt? Or you do like it?"
When drops of your blood swell up from the wound, she runs her tongue along flesh. It stings. Your body tenses up.
"Judging by how your pussy is practically sucking me in, I'm guessing you must."
And fuck... 1x was right because it really did feel so good.
Your back arched, subconsciously angling yourself so that he could shove his cock even deeper into you.
Even when your mind continued to scream at you that it was too much. That you were too full. You still continued to grind against her like some bitch in heat.
The room was filled with the lewd sounds of your slick gushing between your thighs with each thrust.
He wasn't being nice about this in the slightest.
Her nails dug into your hips. Their grip was bruising.
Your whole body shook. Everything was sore.
But your mind could only focus on the sticky mess between your legs and the blunt of 1x's dick bullying into your cervix.
"You're such a slut, you know?"
1x would groan into your ear. You feel her grip around your wrists tighten.
"Do you even know how many times you've cum already? Or did you forget?"
The only thing that escapes your lips is a broken gasp, and your entire body shudders beneath them.
"Answer the question. Do you know?"
You shake your head, whimpering. Everything feels intense. Everything feels dizzy.
"No.. 'Forgot...-"
Then there's another bite to your neck, and you feel his tongue circle around the wound; slowly.
"Of course you did."
The bites along your neck and shoulders sting, presumably from the poison coating them. The only kind of balm you get for them being the cold air running over them.
And yet everything still feels so undeniably hot.
Suffocating.
"But you want more, don't you?"
"I asked you something."
You let out a shaky breath at the question, and you could feel yourself clenching around them harder. Tighter.
You start to nod your head at that, hazily, clumsily, before managing to choke out a small, desperate response.
"Yes-! Want you... to keep going... please.."
He scoffed, and you felt their next thrust deep in your stomach.
"If you can still answer, then clearly I haven't done my job properly yet... Gonna have to fuck this cunt until the only thing I hear from you is my name and your disgusting cries."
I LOVE your writing oh my lords ,, esp the yandere ones !!
Speaking offf,,,,, would you be so kind to write some yandere 1x fanfics ,,? Heheeh,,,,,,,
YANDERE 1x1x1x1 X READER HEADCANONS
SO MANY PEOPLE HAVE BEEN ASKING FOR 1x CONTENT????? YOU GREMLINS ARE THE DEATH OF ME)))
hi soggynugget!!!!!!! THANK YOU YOUR WORDS MEAN A LOT TO ME :BROKEN_HEART:
I have a 1x1x1x1 NSFW alphabet incoming but they take a while to make so I'm currently writing off the less task-requiring requests, like this! I love making headcanons for all of my followers!! Feel free to ask for a full fanfic but I made a headcanon list + a drabble for now :')
1x1x1x1 is genderfluid, in this fic i'm using He/Him and masc for them!!
For a dude that's quite literally made to serve purpose only for pure hatred, he sure felt threatened when he first saw you
As he gripped his sword, he felt his breath latch onto his throat.
he hated it.
he abSOLUTELY fucking hated.
he was practically ''programmed'' to thrive only for hatred.
You awakening a new emotion in him triggered his fight or flight response.
Soon enough you noticed that he started to target you each round.
because in his head the only way to get rid of these emotions was to exterminate them
but it made it worse, the closer he got, all the whimpers he gained from you every time he penetrated your chest with his blade- it drove him further into fascination.
each glance he got of your face-
it was too much, the targeting soon turned into full on avoiding
to the point you won each round.
seriously you could see this dude looking at his wrist acting like he had a watch on it
he didnt have a watch
every time he sleeps he has dreams of having stupid tea parties with you
and.. other nights he dreams of corrupting you, making you his, taking away your innocence for him to keep.
yeah every time he has THOSE dreams he snaps awake wondering what the fuck is wrong with him.
soon enough he talks to Noli about how he's felt these past few weeks.
Noli lowkey laughs and points at him
he doesn't hesitate to tell 1x that he has a crush on a survivor.
1x CRASHES OUT and accuses him of lying, that he would never like a puny mortal like a survivor paying time for their sins in purgatory hell
though he eventually comes to terms with
yeah i like this person.
still doesnt make him hate the fact any less though.
seeing you interact with other survivors makes him- seethe.
one time, during last man standing, he uses his entanglement on you.
and oh boy does he feel the rush of adrenaline.
he runs his fingers against your chest, the claw like nails tearing a hole.
He gasps out a chuckle of excitement, he couldn't kill you now, no, not like this.
and poof, the spectre has awarded a new plaything for 1x.
you spend most of your time in his quarters.
everytime he comes back, he scans VERY hard to make sure you havent gotten any smarter to escape his claws.
In the past he's always been treated roughly as the offspring of Telamon. Never really had anyone to rely on so if you do anything to show him the slightest bit of love everything will become worse for you.
if you stay silent, he'll crash out and yell at you, tell you how because of him your living situation is a lot better and how you can't even appreciate that.
grabs you by the hair, and talking about the same corruption i brought up earlier, definitely forcefully steals your kiss
despite not having any romance in his life this dude is an absolute god at kissing and handling you????
leaves marks all over you so that theyre SUPER evident, definitely forces you to go back to the survivors, tell them that you and 1x are wed to be together now and watch as they turn their backs on you so you lose all hope and can only rely on him now.
definitely doesn't take no as an answer, all he cares about is corrupting you and keeping you at a rank underneath him so he can keep you as his personal pet.
as much as he likes you, to him that means you must obey him to keep you 'safe'
even though he hurts you on the daily.
scans your reactions thoroughly whenever he brings you food
like this man doesn't wanna ask you about your favourite things because he thinks its pathetic
literally doing anything but the bare minimum
brochacho literally just goes all on assumption and randomly walks in with a piece of something he thinks is your favourite.
''you behaved rather well today. Here, i brought your favourite.''
smacks the plate infront of you. Even if it isnt your favourite which is highly unlikely- since.. this dude is actually really good at analyzing you?
if you dont eat it then he smacks your face, like ROUGH.
leaves you alone in the dark for HOURS upon hours, maybe even a day so that you grow attached to him as your only source of comfort.
has a tendency to threaten you with ''i can always replace you, do so much better.''
just to make you appreciate being alive, and it works all the time.
#masteratmakingyoudevelopstockholmsyndrome.
Yan!1x1x1x1 x reader
[Don't ruin what we have.]
It's been almost a day now, the ropes grinding against all your limbs, you've tried crawling around trying to find ANYTHING to let you escape. The blindfold on your face doesn't help things at all, you keep hearing C00lkidd's exclamations as he begs uncle Noli to play with him from.. Downstairs? You can't really tell as the noise around you keeps shifting.
You find a handle- after hours of crawling around and using your teeth. You use what you suspect to be a door handle to gently lift the blindfold off your face, even the dark room hurting your eyes after not seeing anyone. Suddenly you appreciate your eyesight a lot more than you ever have.
Your hands were still bound behind you, your ankle as well, you could only crawl or hop around really funky. Having an estimated 50 bruises on your legs, or at least that's how it felt like... Your small sobs were pathetic to anyone's ears innocent or guilty.
The blindfold slipped just low enough to let in a sliver of light- just enough. Your heart hammered in your chest as you inched forward, wrists and ankles bound, elbows scraping the cold floor. The air stank of metal and damp stone. You didn’t know how long you had until he came back- if he was even gone at all.
Fingertips brushed the edge of something- was it a hinge? A crack in the wall? Salvation? You didn’t care. You were ready to drag yourself through hell if it meant away from him.
But then-
click.
The door opened.
You froze. You felt all the blood you desperately harbored to keep inside run cold. You felt your life flash before you, the scary part was- you didn't know what would happen next.
Heavy static spilled into the room like oil, thick and humming. You didn’t have to look up to know who it was. That presence- glitching, warping- twisted the air itself. You felt his hand on your hip, running his cold, almost lifeless hand across your spine to gently run his fingers through your hair.
'Oh...' his voice crackled, distorted with feigned sweetness. ''Look at you..; Crawling.. Bleeding... Trying so hard.... Clever little bug.''
You felt him crouch behind you, a low whirr echoing as if his form tried to stay stable. Gentle fingers ghosted over the blindfold still clinging to your temple. He plucked it off completely, slow and deliberate.
''You weren’t supposed to see anything,'' he murmured. ''But I suppose I underestimated how desperate you are.'' He roughly yanked your hair, dragging you to the bed this time, clearly a simple binding wasn't enough for you, of course it wasn't he felt stupid to have given you the mercy of minimal binding.
His hand moved to your chin, tilting your face up. You refused to meet his eyes.
''I’m not angry, darling...'' he whispered. His face told a whole other story, it was filled with disgust, disappointment, anger. ''Not yet.''
A beat. Then, softly, almost lovingly-
''Just… don’t ruin what we have again, okay?''
That was almost enough to make you feel safer than you were. Or maybe that was a part of you thanking whatever god that awarded you with the mercy of seeing him roughly smash his blade into your chest. The worst part was that he'd make sure you didn't die.
⌈⌕⌋ . . . another reupload. i’m also open to any ideas you’d like to share.
“1x? what are ya doing up here?”
“reading.”
“awwh~ look who turned into a little bookworm all of a sudden!”
“shut up.”
they’d picked the cliff because it was quiet - far enough from the others, high enough that even the wind didn’t bother to stick around for long. the kind of place no one else ever bothered to find, a perfect spot to read without interruptions.
which lasted right up until you showed up - uninvited, unapologetic, and shameless, like you belonged there; like you always do.
“aren’t you supposed to be training with the creator?” 1x asked, not even looking up. their voice’s calm, but definitely edged with the hope you’d turn around and leave.
“telamon?” you grinned. “yeah, i was, until he told me to come find you.” with that answered, you flopped down beside them without waiting, arms wrapping around their neck in playful affection. you didn’t even get a full second before they batted your hands away without so much as a glance.
“ow,” you muttered with fake offense, clearly unfazed.
“. . . why would he send you?” they muttered, finally looking over - brows slightly furrowed, thumb pressing against the edge of the page as they slowly began to close the book.
“dunno. he wants me to train with you mayhaps.” you shrugged. “it’s been a while since he spent any time with you anyway.”
what you didn’t expect was how heavily the words landed - at least, from 1x’s perspective. you noticed it instantly - the small twitch of their shoulder, the barely-there clenching of their jaw. it was enough to make you pause, unsure if you’d accidentally said something wrong.
“i see.” their voice was flat, but you could hear the lack of patience beneath the surface. it was subtle, but the way they spoke made you feel like one of your words had stirred something underneath; like it was enough to set something off inside them.
“. . . is something wrong?” you asked, voice hesitant. your mind scrambled to replay your words, trying to figure out if you’d said something inappropriate or hit a nerve.
“no.” they were quick with the response, but the sharpness in their tone was unmistakable. “nothing’s wrong.”
you knew it was a lie - it was in the way their voice had dropped, in the way their body tensed. everything about their expression screamed that something is wrong. yet they weren’t willing to let you see it, or maybe they couldn’t even let themselves admit it.
still, you made no effort to ask again. you just. . . couldn’t.
god, how much you hated it. how much you hated how every normal conversation with them always seemed to turn into a silent argument. how, no matter what you did or didn’t do, it always seemed to fall into this pit of something unsaid.
.
.
.
.
deep, deep, deep inside the hollow mind of 1x - the mind of telamon’s beloved creation, a being crafted with his own hands - there was something they couldn’t shake, something that had twisted inside of them since they could remember: they despised you.
it wasn’t miswritten or a misunderstanding. no, they hated you. they hated you with a depth that cut deeper than anything else, deeper than even their creator’s gaze.
the reason for this hatred was simple: favoritism.
both of you were telamon’s greatest creations. both of you had been molded from the same hands, built with the same intricate care - and yet, you were the one who had everything - attention, approval, validation, affection. and them? well, they had none of it.
not really.
they were fed, yes. they were trained, sure; but not like you. not the way telamon poured his focus into you. every training session with telamon was an hour spent in silence. every conversation was a cold, clinical exchange. every attempt to connect met with indifference.
and those rare moments, those moments when telamon did look at them? when he did acknowledge them? they always felt fleeting, always out of reach.
then there was you. all you had to do was flash that sheepish grin, say something halfway endearing, and you had telamon’s undivided attention. compliments, praise, endless approval; everything 1x could never get, no matter how hard they tried.
they couldn’t help it. every time you earned a simple word of encouragement, a glance of affection, they could feel the jealousy stir in them. they hated how it made them feel so small, like all their effort, all their precision, all their worth amounted to nothing in comparison.
but worse, worse than the hate they felt for you - was the hate they felt for themself.
they knew it wasn’t your fault. they knew you had no control over telamon’s actions, knew you hadn’t asked for any of it; but that didn’t stop the feeling. it didn’t stop the ache deep in their chest.
it was unfair.
they trained. they trained and trained, over and over again, never stopping. the sweat, the exhaustion, the blood - all for one moment, one word, one glance of real approval, one sign that they were more than just a tool.
yet no matter how far they pushed, it was always you.
you, with your half-finished work and easy charm. you, with your imperfections he treated like personality. you, who barely had to exist to be worthy of telamon’s affection.
and 1x? they were always almost. almost good enough. almost seen. almost loved.
they hated you for that. even as they hated themselves for not being able to let it go.
.
.
.
.
“you’re limping. let me take a look-”
“i do not need your concern. save it for someone who earned it.”
“. . . 1x? i’m just trying to help. . . ?”
“no. you’re trying to feel better about yourself. there’s a difference.”
.
“surprise~ i brought your favorite: vanilla synth-gel! or wait, did i get that wrong? lemon? eh, either way, it’s sweet!”
“i don’t remember ever telling you my preferences.”
“hey, i pay attentio-”
“that sounds like a personal problem.”
“. . . right. my mistake.”
.
“you really saved my ass back there, 1x. i owe you one. drinks? recharge room? my treat.”
“i did not do it for you. i did it to avoid mission failure. don’t mistake necessity for sentiment.”
“. . . god, you’re such a buzzkill. . . ! can’t even pretend to tolerate me for 10 seconds, huh?”
“you said it, not me.”
“yeah. i guess i did.”
.
.
.
.
all those years - they treated you with the same harsh precision, sharp and unyielding, driven by their own selfish envy and foolish hope that time would smooth it over; that somehow, eventually, things would just fix themselves.
delusional, really.
they had ignored the truth for years - that your loyalty, irritating as it might have been, was the only constant they had. you were always there, always defending them, always enduring their scorn. even when it cost you, even when it nearly destroyed you.
they denied it, every time - denied that your support was a lifeline, even when it endangered you both.
yet they never said it. never once.
not a thank you, no flicker of gratitude, no words to acknowledge what you gave them.
and that’s what makes them regret it to their very core.
because at this moment - pinned down against the solid ground, blood dripping where claws grip tight, fangs bared as if to devour - the beast bearing down on them is none other than their sibling: you.
or rather, whatever remains of you - what still flickers inside the hollowed shell of telamon’s most prized accessory; now reforged into the right hand of that false god, serving only one function in this hellish realm: to kill.
as it was meant to be.
your claws suddenly twitched, shifting deeper against their chest. fangs hovered inches from their face, glinting under the bloodied, flickering light above. your eyes, if they could still be called that, weren’t filled with fury. there was no rage left in you. only purpose - cold, mechanical purpose.
it was almost poetic.
you had always stood between them and the world. protected them, defended them, no matter what it cost you. and now you stood over them, claws to flesh, finally finishing what they had unknowingly begun.
the failed creation didn’t cry. what would be the point?
this was fate. a punishment long overdue - for silencing you, for forgetting you, and for pretending you didn’t matter.
they weren’t stupid, they knew they were as good as dead. with one arm gone, stamina low, and blood loss rapidly catching up, they couldn’t even lift their weapon. the glitchsword slipped in their remaining hand, grip weakening with every shaky breath.
you didn’t waste any time, or maybe it wasn’t even a conscious choice. maybe it was just instinct - raw and reflexive. you clamped your jaws around the blade, tore it from their grasp as if it weighed nothing, and flung it aside with a low, hissing growl.
now there was nothing left between you. no weapon or defense.
just the ghost of a sibling who had once given everything, and the one who hadn’t said a single word in return.
they met your eyes one last time, searching for anything - anything - still human in them.
and what made their eyes go wide wasn’t the sight of your claws dug into their chest; it wasn’t the way your fangs hovered inches from their face; it wasn’t even the color of your eyes, glowing red like some cursed blood-moon hanging too close to the earth.
no. it was the spark - small, little, subtle. almost invisible.
but there.
a flicker of something behind the crimson glare - so faint it might’ve been imagined. yet, to 1x, it hit harder than any wound you’d inflicted.
because that tiny, fragile spark was you.
not the weapon. not the hollowed-out body telamon had turned into his prized killing machine. just simply you.
it told them you were still in there, still fighting.
even now, with your body twisted into something monstrous, you were clawing against the control, trying to stay upright under the weight of someone else’s will. you were resisting. desperately. still protesting your fate in the only way you could.
you hadn’t given up. and that - that was the worst part.
because they had. just like always.
they realized, distantly, that their gaze had softened. that their own fingers had relaxed. that they were no longer preparing for the end.
they were watching you shake.
your breathing was ragged, your claws had stopped pressing deeper into their chest and your entire frame trembled like something cracking under pressure.
then, without warning, they felt the first tear.
it landed on their cheek - warm, wet, and impossibly human.
their eyes met yours again, and this time, there was no mistaking it.
you were crying.
not just one or two silent drops. not just the artificial response of a malfunctioning construct.
real tears - raw, ugly and painful.
except, to them, they were the most hopeful thing they had ever seen in you.
your face twisted, not with rage, but grief. jaw clenched. shoulders trembling. every part of you looked like it was screaming without sound, fighting a war inside your own body that no one else could see.
you were hugging them.
arms - clawed, trembling, bloodstained - wrapped around their broken frame and pulled them close. not tight enough to harm, just enough to hold.
it wasn’t an attack. it was just the last human thing you had left to give.
even so, somehow, it was more brutal than any killing blow.
you buried your face into their shoulder, sobbing quietly, as if even now you were trying to stay silent - trying not to break what little peace remained.
your tears soaked into their scarf, mixing with the blood already there.
no matter how mangled their body was - no matter how the left side of their torso was torn open and bleeding like a river, no matter how ruined and unrecognizable they looked - they still reached for you.
one trembling arm, barely responding, slid around your back in the ugliest, clumsiest attempt at comfort imaginable. there was no strength in it. just desperate instinct like some forgotten part of them still believed you could be soothed.
still believed you needed to be.
“i’m here,” they whispered or maybe tried to. the words cracked halfway out of their throat, wrecked and strangled by pain. blood spilled from the corner of their mouth instantly, running down their chin like punishment for speaking.
god, their throat was on fire. it felt like it was tearing itself apart from the inside out, like even the act of saying something kind was too much for their dying body to handle.
but that was fine. they didn’t care. if there was even the smallest chance - no matter how impossible, no matter how late - that those words could reach whatever part of you was still alive beneath the monster telamon had created. . .
if there was even the faintest hope that they could touch the wound buried in your heart. . .
then let it burn. let their throat shred itself. let the blood pour. let everything else fall away.
because for the first time - in all the years they ignored you, resented you, called you names behind your back, turned away when you needed them most - this was the first time they tried to hold you.
I love your posts bro. Like bro, you're feeding starving people out there. Anyways, Im sitting at the table patiently waiting for any 1x1x1x1. Don't rush yourself alright?
The snowy weather…it was beautiful today in Robloxia
As the snow falls you can’t help but stay bundled up in your own home protected by your window and your chimney as the warmth of your home fills you up.
However you know you aren’t fully warmth…
After you and the others managed to somehow escape the realm of the Spectre and gaining your mortal body back after 2x banished the Spectre you all would meet up in occasions.
Though most have already moved on with their life content with keeping them busy with work at a pizzeria or managing a casino, some like you were curious about the killers and what they saw.
You remembered it clearly when it happened…
How you and 1x met
In the realm
How you somehow managed to win their heart and conquer the one of true hatred through many efforts though you aren’t exactly sure about the time it took the journey there was what made you happy
˚₊‧꒰ა( ၴႅၴ ⋆˚࿔
You gasped as the blade of the corrupted struck you again this time hitting your ribs as you collapsed to the ground you could hear the sound of the familiar haunting timer coming to an end…
It was truly a sight to see, an lms where a survivalist fell to the hands of the killer.
And 1x couldn’t wait to end you off.
But as you stared at them and the vibrant red eye strangely in the familiar feeling of death again did you notice how it looked like
A rose…
A very pretty rose with poisonous thorns…
And 1x paused for a split second did he pause in her actions staring at you in shock and then just as if nothing happened…
She ended you
And you teleported back to the cabin…
˚₊‧꒰ა( ၴႅၴ ⋆˚࿔
And you’re sure it made them happy too…
˚₊‧꒰ა( ၴႅၴ ⋆˚࿔
The second meeting was strangely enough not in a deadly round but rather in the cabin…
It was an occasion you could say the least as Elliot prepared the the fireplace for warmth yet he actually forgot one key thing
Elliot sighed as he stood up preparing to get his coat and step outside the main cabin to go out to collect some woods at the nearby forest as he was placing his boots on however did you bolt down the stairs.
You see you had a suspicion about the forest…I mean it used to be barricaded by wood by some random people and by 2x apparently and now all of a sudden it’s open?
And you were curious but you weren’t dumb enough to go out there without some things.
And so telling Elliot not to worry and that you would get them did you prepare to go outside, an axe in hand while your bag had an empty map so you could mark where you were going, some torches for light and some “borrowed” items from Noob who instructed you on how to use them.
And you were off going to the forest to map out the layout to not only help you but the other survivors as well as to collect wood for Elliot.
And as you reached the middle you looked back, to your luck it wasn’t snowing and your footprints were still there but just in case you marked the path with small sticks and rocks forming an arrow just in case.
After all if the area in the middle ended up being a free for all zone where killers and survivors could meet up then it would certainly turn bloody quickly and who knows what happens to a survivor who dies outside the rounds.
You shook your head as you continued forward eventually reaching a small area where there was a clearing big enough with a lake separating the two sides.
It seemed there was indeed a border as to where you had to stop and you weren’t willing to test the lakes strength.
So you set your bag down on a rock and started chopping down some wood.
Elliot didn’t specify how much he needed but knowing how long the wood lasts and up to days without a refill you wouldn’t need much anyways but you still bothered to bring back a plenty amount just in case a snowstorm might come by.
You hummed to yourself peacefully chopping wood by yourself.
And that’s when you heard it, the familiar sound of a rattlesnake reviving up to strike its prey.
And with pure instincts did you drop the axe and immediately got up to a high position which was just the nearby rock.
And as you saw the familiar glint of toxic green slashes that passed right beside you.
You ate a ghost burger well more of a bite anyways.
And as you looked back up you saw 1x.
In a very fashionable winter scarf his swords in hand while chopping down wood…
And you stared
Wonder in your eyes as you watched
And watched
Until the ghost burger effect wore off and you watched in horror as 1x looked at you in shock as well.
And then what happened?
By some miracle you convinced the killer to not kill you and to instead come up with a deal.
You would give her half the wood you chopped down as well as your axe for your life just for a few minutes to get away.
And so as you ran away Bloxy cola already in hand as you sprinted away with your bag in hand and wood in the other as you wondered why on earth a myth like 1x would want wood.
You came up with the silly conclusion that slasher made him go outside to vent her frustration on the wood and to collect some.
And Elliot thanked you and was utterly confused when you came back with no axe
It was fine though a few days later the axe was left on your side of the river with a thank you written on the snow.
˚₊‧꒰ა( ၴႅၴ ⋆˚࿔
You smiled as you looked out the window…meetings and appearances with 1x kept popping up like that and you could guess it was just luck but it could have been the Spectre messing with you and playing matchmaker.
Who knew? But that wasn’t the greatest mystery in the world for you
The greatest mystery had to be when 1x would come home to you.
After the events made by the Spectre the admins still decided it was right for the killers to be kept in a certain location that of which wasn’t told to you the rest of you so that they could figure out more information on the Spectre and to rehabilitate them.
1x sent you letters sometimes and you would send some back to updates about your life and your cabin and how you couldn’t wait for them to come back and by the looks of 1x’s own letters sent to you they seemed better now somehow their anger with whatever they had with Shedletsky calmed down.
And some like Coolkidd who weren’t blamed after what they told they experienced and were let off with multiple warning from the admins to not mess with hacks were released.
Or others like John Doe who got released immediately after they were free from whatever the Spectre did to them.
Your 1x was still there maybe staying with Shedletsky to talk more or needing to still not go back to their violent tendencies.
You weren’t sure when they were coming home and that’s scared you…
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But as you got up from your chair to place your empty cup in the sink to wash later you heard a knock on your door.
And then you opened it and by the heavens Telamon himself blessed you with the perfect gift to the start of December.
Your sweet 1x smiling at you with that familiar scarf and roses in hand no doubt having some snow on them already as you couldn’t care less about being only in socks.
As you ran to them opening your arms and embracing them falling into the snow you finally accepted the roses and invited them home.
You were finally warm again
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˚₊‧꒰ა( ၴႅၴ ⋆˚࿔
A/N: Yo first post on December 1st it’s still on time technically🔥🔥
I don't have many ideas, but it could be something like x1 comforting(or well, trying... he is hate personified, you can do as you wish<3) the reader after he's had a hard day
AUTHORS NOTE: HIIII ANON! So, I kinda don't know much about this brat, but I did my best! Hope you enjoy!
SUMMARY: After having a shitty day, you certainly didn't expect a being made of literal hate to "comfort" you.
CW: Killer! Reader, Non-binary! reader, OOC, romance implied at the end.
"Ugh..."
Your day has been worse than shit.
First, you woke up with N0li "accidentally" throwing a bucket of freezing water on you in the middle of winter. Secondly, you almost tripped down the stairs. Thirdly, you haven't been able to kill any survivors, that, even if is morally good, the spectre did NOT like that.
Now? You're sitting down outside, far away from the killers cabin, or at least the farthest you can go. Feeling the soft wind hitting your face, your hands play with the spiky grass below you as you sign, your shoulders finally relaxing in the peace and quiet you've found.
All the way back in the cabin, 1X is watching you. And they decide to approach.
You didn't even notice him coming, only when they had sat down next to you that you turned your head to look at her.
"...Hey."
"....Hi."
You looked at eachother for a bit before you drove your attention back to the grass.
"So.. I know y0ur day has been sh1t.. but.. uuh.. y0u're d0ing g00d."
You snapped your head back to them, kinda surprised from what you just heard.
"..what?"
He clears his throat, their fingers playing drums on their leg.
"I me@n.. y0u're alw@ys try1ng to cheer pe0ple up s1nce y0u j0ined th1s purgat0ry.. I just w@nted to s@y y0u're d0ing a g00d j0b.. s1nce n0 0ne else w0uld.."
They murmur the last part, as if they're saying that to themselves. You look at her shocked, you didn't imagine someone like her, a being of made of pure hatred, is telling you you did good..
You let out a half giggle half chuckle, looking back to the grass with a smile.
"..Thanks.."
You two stay in a comfortable silence, they look at your distracted form, admiring the way moonlight shines on your skin, the way the wind guides your hair.. You look... Beautiful..
Do forgive me if I misjudged the lore between past 1x and Telamon, I tried my best. Past 1x's pronouns are he/him
With you by my side
Pairing - (Past) 1x1x1x1 x Reader
Genre - Fluff
Warnings - None
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Context: You invited 1x, your friend, to go out and stargaze. Telamon said he'll consider it if 1x's performance pleases him. 1x worked extra hard that day, earning himself the moment
1x had spent the whole day training just for him to earn this moment. Sword training, flying, studying so much until his hand bleeds, his body aches all over, and he can barely keep up his perfect posture. Anything for you, though!
He let you guide him through the forest to the spot you chose. A dock that overlooks a huge lake, closed off from curious Robloxians by the thick foliage, so isolated it felt like walking into a forbidden paradise.
"Here we are!" Your excited chirping tugged him back to reality, breaking the eerie silence that echoes through the trees. 1x's hand felt cold air rush in to kiss his palm as you let go of his hand, walking towards the dock. Your steps were sure, confident, as if you'd walked the same path a million times before.
The wooden dock creaked as you settled at the edge with your legs dangling over. 1x joined you on the dock, but he didn't sit. Not yet. Just stood by your side so that his shadow draped over your back, loyal, there.
"You're gonna sit or what?" You looked back at him, your voice teasing and your eyes glittering playfully. The wings on the side of his head fluffed up in slight embarrassment and defense.
"Sorry, sorry!" 1x said hurriedly, sitting down next to you with his shoulder brushing yours. You shook your head in amusement before looking up at the night sky, star-kissed and cold. He followed your gaze, looking up at the specks of light up high before raising his hand.
"That's Polaris, over there." You looked at where he was pointing, a particularly bright one, outshining the rest of its kind. "And that's Kochab, they both belong in the Ursa Minor constellation."
"You know a lot about stars," You breathed, looking at him in admiration as he drew back his hand, caught off guard by the sudden praise. But then he allows himself to look at you, like, really looked at you. Starlight tangled in your hair, reflected in your eyes... and for one fragile moment?
1x's forgot how to talk
Forgot his sword training
Just felt warmth where shoulders touched, the soft sway of your hair and his, and the crisp night air grounding him to the spot. As if telling him to stay like that for a heartbeat longer
...and oh,
He would stay. For all of eternity if allowed.
Silence stretched on as your gaze held before a ray of light swiped the dark sky, then followed by several others, catching your attention.
"Comets!" You whispered in awe, your eyes lit up in wonder and curiosity as bright trails of lights streaked the sky, painting fleeting silver paths across the heavens.
1x didn't look up. He didn't look away. He couldn't.
Because while the universe exploded above you both, grand and brilliant and beautiful, he was completely fixated on you. You. Grander than any comets, more brilliant than any stars, and more beautiful than any constellations. The comets could've crashed into the lake, and he wouldn't have blinked.
He tensed as you twined your hand with his and you gazed upon him once again. The way you looked at him like he wasn't Telamon's shadow nor a mere creation but someone worth touching.
He didn't even register the concern on your face, or when you inspect the cuts and dried blood on his hands. Only looked on at you like a fool and nodding blindly along as you scolded him gently about being careful in the future when training.
For all he knows? It was worth it. All of it.
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We love past 1x!! We all say in unison!!
The sequence was a bit rushed, sorry abt that
"What a childish love."
Edit: found out 1x's pronouns changed to they/them near the end, I already fixed it so nw!
