i feel like it’s been forever since i’ve made a request but i would loveee zoldyck family x reader (reader is one of their kids/siblings) who has sleepwalking episodes and talks in their sleep sometimes😳😳
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Ask Response: PUMKIN!❀ Hey! Long time no see from my end as well! (˶ᵔᗜᵔ˶)ﾉﾞSorry this took me a minute to get to, but I’m back and working on asks again! ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧ I thought about this ask for a minute, though, and just one teeny thing I decided to add, since the reader is a child of the Zoldycks in this; instead of simply sleepwalking, I decided to also make them a sleepfighter instead! (˶˃𐃷˂˶) As always, feel free to lmk what you think, and I hope you like it!! (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶) ‹𝟹 -ᵇᵇʸᵇˡᵒᵒʳᵒˢᵉˢ𐔌՞. .՞𐦯🩵
𝗙𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗲𝗿.
Everyone in the Zoldyck family knew that once you went to sleep, they were in for a long night.
Normally, you were in the east wing where your room was, so you didn’t cause much trouble, but when you start making your way down to the kitchen or more common areas, that’s when things get complicated.
It was almost like you were a robot. Your movements were stiff until your body sensed the presence of someone else, that is.
A footstep.
A change in the air.
A sense of aura.
Immediately sent you from sleepwalking to sleepfighting. Your body faintly oozing bloodlust in your sleep.
One night, Killua, your younger brother, got clumsy on his way to the kitchen, attempting to sneak a midnight snack. As soon as your body sensed Killua’s slight misstep, your unconscious body lunged at him.
Luckily for him, you were still unconscious and way less strong in your sleep. A couple dodged roundhouse kicks, a few scratches here and there, and a broken vase. He made it back to his room relatively unscathed, with his midnight choco-robot still perfectly intact.
Unlike Killua, Miluki, your older brother, wasn’t so lucky.
You had made your way to the west wing, and Miluki was up late playing a ranked match in one of his favorite games and got a little too loud over a win.
Sensing the shake in the floor when Miluki jumped in victory, your body moved to source. Kicking down his room door and lunging at him with precision. A clean blow to the ribs and an almost-broken ulna was all it took for you to wake up upon hearing his scream.
Safe to say you were the one to set up Miluki’s sleep schedule after that because ever since then he’s added extra security measures to his door and never stays up too late in fear of invoking your unconscious wrath.
Illumi and Kalluto, being the silent types that they are, never got you to sense them when they were roaming the manor at night.
The occasional kick or throwing of an object in their general direction on occasion, but since they stuck to the shadows and silently moved within the halls, your unconscious violence never affected them.
Unlike the rest of your family, who avoided you at night (i.e. Kikyo, Alluka, and Zeno), Silva would look for you.
Sometimes, to simply check on you he is your father after all but mostly to spar with you.
He had to admit, you definitely kept him on his toes. You were a completely different opponent at night.
Your movements were more relaxed and fluid while still being razor sharp thanks to your assassin upbringing. Normally, Silva would spar with you until you grew tired and started walking back to your room. However, tonight was different.
The bloodlust coming from you was strong.
Unusually strong.
Yet, you were still asleep.
Silva stepped towards you, and on cue, your body lunged towards him. However, instead of starting with an aim for the ribs, you started with a sweep kick that he narrowly dodged.
Blow after blow was exchanged. He almost started to think you were simply matching his moves until you jumped.
You never jumped.
Or that was what he’d assumed at least.
Before he could process the sudden move you made, you were already coming back down with the straight double knee blow to his head.
When he stood back up shakily he began to walk back to his room and go back to sleep.
Though he turned around for a moment, and in that small second, he swore he heard you say,
“I won.”
He still doesn’t know if you were really asleep that day, but he never bothered asking you that.
Because whether you were asleep or awake, the truth remained that—
You won.
You were the perfect fighter and the perfect assassin.
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Can you maybe write a ghost x reader or a soap x reader? It can be about anything I don't mind :)
Please and thank you!!
Yes yes yes I can do that! I decided to do Reader x Ghost for this one (Soap is still a bit hard for me to put my finger on) so I hope you enjoy a soft slightly angsty beach fic.
Story below the cut
Cast Aside
1.8k Words
Soft angst, tw PTSD referenced (not mentioned but alluded to), tw military life
Simon drew circles in the sand with a stick he’d found a couple of hours ago. He looked up and watched all your closest friends enjoying their time in the sun, laughing and joking and having fun in the water, but he sat all the way back on the beach. He watched you, in particular, among all your friends. You, smiling, laughing, splashing water without a care in the world. How he wished he could join you.
You’d tried to get him to join you earlier, but he had refused steadfastly.
“I’m sorry, but I can’t,” he tried to explain.
“But why?” you asked. The flicker of doubt in his eyes was so subtle that you thought you might have imagined it.
“Don’t like gettin’ wet,” he’d lied.
You knew there was more to it than that, but you let it be. You knew that sometimes, Simon had to be with himself for a bit. Some thorns would get to him in places you never quite managed to touch. You could try to ask him to let you in, but he kept his gardening to himself. It was such a shame he let the roses completely encompass him.
You were eventually able to pry yourself away from your friends and make your way inland.
You sat on the plush towel Simon had kindly laid out for you earlier. You sat, grumbling about sand getting on the towel and all over your skin, making Simon snort at your misfortune.
You were about to crack back at him when you turned and noticed his attire.
“Are you okay?” you asked.
“How so?” Simon replied.
“Physically,” you clarified as you looked over his arms.
Simon glanced down at the dark long sleeves covering his forearms. He scrunched his brows together under his mask, then turned back to your with a shrug, “Don’t see anything wrong.”
“Well, I mean, you’re kinda just… You look hot,” you finally managed to say.
“Why thank you,” he snorted sarcastically, “you’re lookin’ fine yourself.”
You huff and lightly bat at his arm, “You know that’s not what I mean.”
Simon followed your eyes back to his sleeves, then crossed his arms.
“It’s not too bad,” he said, “nothin’ I can’t handle.”
“You shouldn’t have to ‘handle’ anything,” you reminded him, “we’re here to have fun, remember?”
“You’re meant to have fun. I’m just here for the ride,” Simon replied, a slight edge to his voice.
“We were both invited to the party,” you tucked your knees to your chest as you faced him, “so you’re not intruding on anything, if that’s what you’re worried about. People want you here. I want you here.”
“Why’d you want me here?” Simon scowled.
“Here? Is there something wrong with the beach?” you tried to think back over your history, but there was nothing that could indicate him having any issues with the beach. Nothing except… Oh.
“It’s your scars, right?” you asked.
Simon didn’t say anything. You followed his gaze to your friends, playing and smiling and laughing. All things he couldn’t do with them.
“You could’ve brought some spare clothes, you know,” you chided him lightly.
“I could’ve, but I worried about your friends there askin’ questions,” Simon sighed.
“You could’ve told them to back off,” you tried to offer, but you knew that wasn’t Simon’s way. No, he wouldn’t make any ripples. He wouldn’t want to cause any conflicts, wouldn’t want anyone to be asking questions. No questions, no problems.
You tucked your cheek into your knees and looked over the water.
“Do you like swimming?” you asked.
Simon shrugged, “Swimmin’s swimmin’. Nothin’ too special about it.”
“It’s a nice way to cool off in this heat,” you hummed.
“I’ve got this umbrella here,” he tapped at the handle of the big beach umbrella he’d hidden himself under, “that’s plenty.”
“But do you wish you could go swimming with everyone?” you pushed further.
“Do I wish I could swim with all the others…” he contemplated the question before finally coming to a simple conclusion, “not really, but I wish I could do more things with you. It reminds me of stuff.”
“Things to do with us?” you turned your head to look at him.
Simon took a deep breath and said, “Yeah.”
“I’m guessing not good things,” you gave him a sad smile.
“Not really,” he admitted.
“Do you want to talk about it?” you asked, “the others won’t be in for a bit. We’ve got some time.”
Simon looked out at all the others, then quietly said, “My job controls so much of my life. If I had done anything else, maybe things could be better. We could go to all those summer night parties your friends have. You know the ones I’m talkin’ about, yeah?”
“The ones with all the fireworks and the music?” you bit back a grimace.
“Yeah, those ones,” he closed his eyes, “before I met you, you could do whatever you wanted. No worryin’ about all those loud noises or bright lights or all that junk. You didn’t have to plan to have fun. You just did. But then you met me, and now, “he gestured loosely with his right hand, “I’ve turned everythin’ on its head and… Well… Look at us.”
You desperately wanted to reach out and take his hand, but you’d learned by now. Maybe that was another thing that his job had taught you, was how you had to be careful to not grab him quickly.
“I think I like you more than some dumb party,” you tried to snort playfully, but even you could hear the sadness tinging your voice.
“You always say that, but I don’t know…” Simon finally turned to look at you, “and your friends, they probably have questions about us, don’t they?”
“Sometimes,” you say before you playfully add, “mostly about your mask.”
“My mask?”
“When they first figured out you couldn’t take it off around them, they kept asking me questions like, ‘Can he drink with it?’ or ‘How do you guys go out to a restaurant together?’ and stuff like that,” you grin and add, “I told them how you sometimes forget you have it on and take a drink of water.”
“So they know I’m a right bellend,” Simon rolled his eyes.
“I mean, it is pretty funny,” you shrugged.
Simon huffed, but he didn’t reply.
“Anyways, back to what we were talking about,” you said, “I don’t mind. In fact, I like being with you now more than I liked being alone. Being with you makes me happy.”
“Bein’ with someone like me makes you happy?” he asked incredulously.
“Of course!” now that you got his attention, you could lightly punch his shoulder, “you’re not as bad as you think you are.”
“You say that…”
“And I mean it,” you finished for him, “I think you just get caught up in your own head.”
Simon thought for a moment, then nodded.
“Maybe,” he relented.
“You do!” you laughed, “and I know it’s hard, but you’ve gotta remember that you’re not that bad.”
“I think you’re naive,” he replied with a lighter tone.
“Maybe I am!” you say quickly, “but are you going to be the one to ruin my innocence?”
Simon blinked slowly. He leaned in and whispered, “I’ve ruined your innocence a long time ago sweetheart.”
You blushed and pushed him back with a scoff.
“Okay, fine, sure,” you relent, “but what’s wrong with being naive?”
“Everythin’?” Simon scoffed and shook his head.
“To you, maybe,” you say, “but I’m happy. And I think, in the end, maybe that’s what matters most in this kind of life.”
“In what kind of life? Ours?” he asked.
“Yeah,” you lean back on your hands and cross your leg over your knee, “not quite military, not quite civilian. Somewhere in between,” you smile brightly, “I know you think that you’ve somehow ‘ruined my innocence’ or something, but I’m happy. I think I’m happier now than before. I think,” you paused and looked at him, “I’m happier with you.”
“I don’t see why you would be,” Simon grumbled, “haven’t exactly made your life all rainbows n’ cupcakes.”
“Well,” you look up at the umbrella’s ribbing above you, “for one, it’s nice having some company. Sure, you’re grumpy and bitter and nobody can talk to you until you’ve had your second morning coffee, but the company’s nice. I always know I have someone to come home to.”
“Well if that’s not a low bar-”
“I wasn’t finished,” you cut him off, making him grumble, “alright so… Fuck what was I saying again?”
“Somethin’ about me not bein’ bad company?”
“Yeah! Okay so, you’re great company, and you make me feel safe.”
“Damn well hope so,” Simon muttered.
“Well you do! So yeah, when you’re around, I always feel safer. It’s nice having someone like you around,” you reach your hand up absentmindedly as you traced the umbrella ribbing with your fingers, “when you’re around, I feel like I can finally breathe. It’s like my whole life, I’ve been holding my breath, but then you came in brought me above water. Now that I know what it’s like to actually be able to relax, I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
Simon, for once, didn’t have something snarky or self-depreciating to say, so you continued.
“And you’re funny.”
“I am not funny.”
“But you are!” you chuckle, “even when you’re not trying to be. It’s like, everyone always takes you so seriously, but if they saw what you were like in your downtime they wouldn’t know how to look you in the eyes. I mean, you play games on your phone when nobody’s looking, you floss your teeth after every meal, and you have a full tea tier list.”
“Dental hygiene is important,” Simon said sagely, “and the tea tier list is of national importance. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”
“Well, I think you’re being overdramatic, but that’s part of what makes you funny,” you laughed.
“I don’t think I’m overdramatic,” he said bitterly.
“Okay, maybe overdramatic isn’t the right word,” you conceded, “but you just… You take yourself so seriously all the time, but you don’t have to. Not when you’re with me, at least.”
“I have to,” Simon paused, “for work.”
“So, I’m work?” you asked suspiciously.
“You sure are,” Simon muttered, “a right piece of it, I’ll tell you that much.
You scoff.
“I am not work,” you huff, “but listen, you can calm down. You don’t have to hurt yourself to make other people happy.”
“I don’t do that.”
“But you do. And it scares me,” you get up and look at the water, where your friends are coming towards you from the water. You wave at them, then turn to Simon, “People want you here, regardless of what you think you’re like. When we get home, I can explain it more, but for right now?” you smile warmly at him, “it’s okay. You’ll be okay. I promise.”
As said before, my requests are open! I am very happy to make content for people!
Can you do a short fic of Terzo having pretty bad morning sickness and how Copia and Omega help? 🥺 Thanks!
I can do that
tw: morning sickness , Onomatopoeia
The retching sound filled the small cabin that morning. It has been a reoccurring thing for the past few weeks since Copia moved in. The poor rat man wasn't expecting this to say the least. Wasn't expecting the man that he decided to knock up that one night after his ritual , drunk to say the least decided to be proclaimed dead and then only to find out that he is still alive, with his loyal ghoul in a cabin kilometers in the woods . Not to mention, pregnant with possibly his child.
Omega thought he owned it up. The taller ghoul was expecting for Copia to at least visit them weekly or so but Copia proved otherwise by deciding to entirely ditch his position at the clergy and move in with them. In what others could describe as a dumb move , perhaps it is the best move.
The nervous rat man looked at the taller ghoul while they're waiting in front of the bathroom door.
''what should we do?'' he murmured '' this is getting a bit more frequent..''
Omega sighed a bit . '' Maybe it's one of those days...'' He uncrosses his arms before heading into the kitchen.
''Wait where are you going?''
''Hot tea for him and breakfast''. The ghoul replied.
leaving Copia whining to himself.
''Should I go in?'' He gestures to the door, face pale as well.
Omega, already having the pan ready with eggs only nodded at him.
He's still , skittish one could say. It could be because he wasn't used to this. Back in the abbey Copia was tasked, told what to do by those higher up than here, it kept him occupied. He does seem like the person who wanted to please .
''Go in and comfort him . Clean him up if you need to as well. ''
Copia nodded before entering but not without a knock. He slowly closes back the door and approaches Terzo who's kneeled down on the floor still emptying his insides out with a groan.
''oh mi amore...'' The rat man kneels as well, rubbing Terzo's back.
''guh...look what you did to me Copia'' he means no venom in those words, only to tease him with a chuckle.
But Copia of course, his face went pale as he squeaks at him apologetically.
''I'm sorry! I didn't know I truly didn't I shouldn't have drank so much wine that night I-''
Terzo grasps the other's hand squeezing reassuringly. He smiles a bit.
''It's alright caro. I was only teasing. This is normal for me si?''
''O-ok'' Copia nods before grabbing a small towel , wiping the other's mouth a bit. '' Are you ok? can you walk? do you want me to carry you to the bed?''
Terzo watches him with a smile before getting up slowly, the other man holding his arm throughout the whole ordeal.
''I'm fine, i can walk to the bed'' But his legs falters a bit , ending in Copia holding him . Terzo groans a bit, his head definitely is still having one of those dizzy spells.
''I got you''.
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''Knock knock''
Omega's tail opens the door of the bedroom, before slowly shuffling in with a tray of breakfast fit for the two of them on the bed.
Copia had snuggled Terzo in a pair of fluffy socks, a bottle of warm water for his hands as well before he takes a spot beside the bed , making room for Omega.
''that smells heavenly''. Terzo smiles, he cant wait to dig in.
''For you two'' . He smiles before setting in on the bedside table , handing them both their own plates of pancakes with maple syrup.
''I got you hot peach tea and coffee for you , Copia''
Copia squeaks a bit '' me? ''
''well yea, of course''.
Copia smiles a bit ''Grazie.''
''You're part of this family too, silly.'' Omega chuckled grabbing his own cup of coffee.
The man smiles and nods to himself, watching the two of them contently.
Carmilla huffed and tried to blow Laura's hair out of her face as subtly as she could.
The girl had only just started acting more like herself after the whole Vordenburg thing and Carmilla didn’t want to do anything to mess that up.
Even if her arm was falling asleep from where Laura was sleeping on her shoulder and she was accidentally inhaling the girl’s disheveled hair every few minutes- she didn’t have to breathe, of course, but it was unpleasant not to.
Carmilla was still rightfully mad about Mattie and Laura’s not listeningness in general but as usual, she just couldn’t leave the girl alone.
Maybe she was just destined to get hurt by love.
But then again, she thought as she blew Laura’s hair out of her face once again, maybe there was hope for them after all.
Leave the first sentence of a fic in my askbox and i will write the next five.
Oii, eu sou a Camilla Puccia, eu acabei de me inscrever para a ficathon, mas eu acabei de perceber que coloquei o plot ao invés de escrever apenas "oneshot", então esse ask é só para avisar e me desculpar. Perdoem o transtorno. Boa tarde :)
Não, mas está certo, na parte do “A ideia desse ficathon é:” é para você preencher com qualquer coisa, pode ser o plot ou uma frase que represente seu sentimento ao escrever a fanfic, ou seja, não ta errado ^~^
