Hello! May I request a romantic oneshot of Nezha x f!reader that’s freed from being trapped in the scroll of memory by Azure?
Preferably Hurt/Comfort, but go nuts if you get ideas!
Thank you!
❁“It’s okay, you’re safe now…”❁
(Fem)
How long has it been in this absolute hell?
You’ve been counting away the seconds, the minutes, it’s the only thing that keeps you grounded to reality.
If you could even call this place a reality. Sometimes you think you already died and this is your after, but then the curse crudely reminds you that you are in fact still alive.
In the form of good ol’ physical contact.
You really didn’t want to be reminded of your family, how they acted when you stood up for yourself the first time, how they tried to make you stay with them when you told them you were going to live with your boyfriend of 2 years.
Yet this place seems insistent you be reminded of everything you’ve ever done in your life. A constant series of ‘what ifs’ and memories clashing together in a cacophony of dread that never fails to get you crying and/or screaming at the air to just stop it, please. It never does. It’ll never grant you that mercy, so long as you breathe in this place.
You’ve kept count how long you’ve been here, experiencing all there is to be felt.
6 weeks.
You’ve been in this nonstop loop for 6 weeks now. You miss your friends, you miss those nice coworkers, hell- you even miss your boss, the same old lady that insists on calling the staff ‘dearies’ as if you were all a family.
But most of all, you miss your boyfriend. You miss your talks, the way he would smile or even give a small laugh at your over the top jokes, the way he would sit with you after a long day.
In the first week of being here, you thought maybe he would rescue you and the other poor souls you sometimes hear screaming in the distance. This thought process was admittedly naïve of you, but you couldn’t help remembering Mk’s screams echoing the first few days you were there.
You had gone with the group when Mk was trying to get the scroll originally, dodging the blast that had captured Sandy Pigsy and Tang. You were there when Azure showed up, defeating the thing with ease.
You went with Mei and Mk to go into the scroll, figuring your knowledge of history may help a bit. And it did, for a while. Then you were separated from the others, taken away by the guards of the scroll’s city and so your own personal hell began.
Day after day, a new thing was brought up. You didn’t think you lived a particularly eventful life, but this place seems to think otherwise.
Today, it seemed, was mocking you and your actions. Because what stood before you was a mockery of what you believe is supposed to be Mei. She- no. It.
It was snarling at you; eyes squinted and glowing mouth pulled into a sneer, arms crossing as it leaned forward.
“Can’t believe you’ve been fake with me this entire time” It huffed at you, the eyes rolling. You knew it wasn’t Mei, you knew it wasn’t, but seeing something mimic her voice and most of her appearance then actively criticize how you act.. it still hurts. You try to defend yourself- saying that since Mei and the others were more high energy, you had to act higher energy as well to match the vibe.
It gives a cruel laugh, tossing its head back as it does so. You shrunk a little, but tried to stand firm with your opinion. You shouted for it to fuck off, that the real Mei would understand you not wanting to bring down the mood; In fact, she probably even yell at you not to force yourself to begin with! Because she’s just that good of a friend!
The curse stared at you before smiling with teeth bared, leftover giggles ramping back up into mad cackles. “Oh, but I am her! It’s me, you know?! I remember everything~!” The voice mockingly cooed, but it only made you angry. How fucking dare this parasite mimic her- how dare it claim the untruth. You knew Mei escaped with Mk and the others, you could feel the ripple of loss ripple through the scroll’s world. You also saw the way the curse visibly got upset at the time.
You knew the others freed Wukong at some point, you felt the way the one in front of you got more relentless once it happened.
But if everyone else was saved, why weren’t you? It’s been.. weeks..
You could reason it was likely they were busy in battle, and you would really only be a liability during such times, so you were left for last.
…but if it’s been weeks, surely it would be over by now?
You thought about it, remembering how long Lady bone demons' takeover lasted, and reasoning maybe the villain they were facing out there was much worse.
However terrifying the thought was, it brung you slight comfort.
Your slight comfort was immediately forgotten about, however, when it groaned at you.
“Oh come on, when is it going to get through that thick skull of yours? They aren’t coming for you. Period.” The form shifted grotesquely, going from Mei to Mk. It tilted its head, eyes widening to adopt a more innocent expression. “Don’t you realize I’m not coming back for you? I’ve got more important things to worry about than some nobody.” It snorted, waving its hands in front of itself and shaking its head, “Wait no, no- Not just some nobody, a nobody dating a celestial! Isn’t that just rich?”
You opened your mouth, hurt and rage circling through your body like a looping river, when a flash of pink momentarily blinded you. Raising your hand to cover your eyes with a hiss, you hear the curse also let out a shout from where it stood.
“She is dating a celestial.. one that loves her very much,” You hear that oh so familiar voice begin from directly in front of you, and your eyes widened- hand falling from your eyes down to cover your mouth in shock, all anger you felt before draining from your body in an instant. You felt tears start to gather, and you attempt to blink them away. Nezha wasn’t facing you, pointing his spear at the curse which had shifted to take Nezha's form. “and one that is taking her back where she rightfully belongs; out of here.”
With those last hissed words, and one more screech from the curse, another blinding flash happened around you before you were in the home you two shared. The area was silent for a moment, partly because you were blinking both from the lighting change and fighting tears, and then you heard a shuddering inhale from behind you.
You looked up, finding a disheveled Nezha staring back at you with relief and love mixing together in his eyes, along with tears of his own. Reaching forward with a shaky hand, taking half a step forward, he didn’t need to hear the words to rush forward and embrace you tightly.
Wrapping your arms around him just as tightly, the both of your tears fall as you both mutter your woes to the other.
Pulling back briefly, Nezha cups your face with a choked sob and a soft smile.
“It’s okay, you’re safe now…” He hiccups, pressing your foreheads together. Your knees buckle and he lowers the two of you down to sit.
You don’t tell him of how long it truly was, what all was thrown at you, but you knew that he knew something was up.
But that was alright, because he was willing to wait an eternity for you. For now, it was enough that the two of you could hold eachother after the respective hell’s the both of you went through.
You knew he’d follow through.. he always did~
Hi! I dont know if your requests are open, if not feel free to ignore, but I had a fic/headcannon idea of a reader that ALWAYS attends Macaque’s shadow plays! Like they NEVER miss one, but they dont actually know its Macaque until he talks to them about it, I just think it’d be really cute to see the reader super invested in the shadow plays and Macaques creativity.
✫Devoted attendee✫
(GN)
-Macaque thought it amusing at first, seeing a familiar face at his plays. Ironic how you found him by pure chance.
-He kept it cool, playing as he normally would. Entertaining the crowd, telling the story he saught to tell through his puppets and shadows.
-It was the sixth play that you showed up at that he started to really wonder just how invested you were, that you show up to so many of his retelling of old tales.
-Of course, he didn't confront you about it. The entire thing was just harmless coincidence, you finding his down time. He didn't change anything when you two hung out.
-It was the twentieth time he spotted you that he begun to wonder if it was more than a mere coincidence. Wondering if you knew who he was.
-Why such a large number of plays, you may ask? Well, it was the twentieth specifically that he advertised it as a retelling of a story he knew you had already showed up at. And yet you still came, watching the same story be told twice.
-It was one thing to come to new plays to watch the shadows swirl and merge as he narrated the events unfolding to the audience, but to come to a play you had already seen?
-Still, he didn't confront you about it when the two of you were hanging out. Sure, he might have thrown a few hints here and there, but he never outright sat you down and asked if you knew.
-Maybe he should have.
-Finally, when he saw you show up for yet another repeat show- he remembers, it was the thirty fifth show- he gave in.
-When the two of you met up, about an hour into your usual catching up, he finally confronted you about it.
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"Hey.. you wouldn't happen to know someone else who majors in messing with shadows, right?" He began casually, trying to see if you starting sweating or if your heartrate would raise- typical signs of knowing something.
But nothing happened. Nothing that he was expecting, anyways. Instead, you lit up; Becoming more animated in the way you explained your love for the shadow plays hosted downtown. You spoke highly of them, highlighting little details that he personally thought most people missed, and even showing more favor for some tales over others. Not that you spoke bad about them, no, it's just that you were more excited about those certain ones than your usual enthusiasm about the plays in general.
You eventually brung up the fact that you knew little to nothing about the one who hosts them, only knowing they were a near master with the shadows and an amazing narrator when it came to the telling's.
This is when he finally got over his stupor at the fact you never said a thing about him and them being one in the same. Shaking his head lightly, he huffed a laugh at you, making you pause in your ramblings to stare at him in question.
"You really don't know, do you?" Macaque grinned at you, tilting his head. The question was more rhetorical than anything, but you still shook your head slowly in a 'no'.
"Doll, the one who runs the plays? The one who crafts all the puppets and narrates? That's me."
What happened next was your utterly shocked form staring at Macaque as he doubled over laughing from your expression.
Eventually, the two of you talked more about shadow plays and other flares of creativity he could potentially add to his performances. All the while he realized just how much you genuinely loved his creativity and his plays.
It would certainly be a moment to remember~
Can you please do a cocky and flirty masc reader x Li Jing, I'm saying he's a shameless simp, like absolutly shameless, do whatever you want with it, can be suggestive or not, I give you free reign.
☆”A Shameless one, you are..”☆
(Masc)
You had been a celestial warrior for many many years, being a bit on the older side. It was to the point you were assigned an actual semi high position in the rankings, even training some of the newer warriors that joined the ranks. This being said, though you were certainly respected, the recruits closer to you know of your obvious… want, for the general.
Li Jing.
The comments you have said about your fellow man were sometimes enough to fluster even your toughest friend. You always defend such words with the reasoning that you weren’t lying, it’s true is it not? They can never make a counterpoint- because you are right, though they loathe to admit it.
It’s true that the general was an objectively attractive man, it's also true that he has battled many times so obviously he’s more experienced in adapting. His voice is deeper and a bit on the rough side.
Everything they try to counter with is always shot down with your simple ask of if it wasn’t true. You were never outright explicit with your comments, stars no, but they did have implications. And that was enough for the others’ minds to fill in the rest.
But here’s the part that always takes the newer ones off guard; when Li Jing himself is around, you don’t filter yourself. Oh, no no no, if anything, you get worse.
Li Jing would overhear your comments sometimes, demand you to repeat yourself, and you would. Voice confident and with no shame, you announced your comments with pride. Pride that, often, got you doing the more unfavorable chores.
That, however, was not enough to stop you- much to Li Jings utter exasperation.
With being in the service for so long, these comments have also been going on for quite a while. Not all of these comments are solely because of his appearance, some are more emotion driven than others. Being under Li Jing for so long also means you have gotten many many chances to talk to the general one on one. You didn’t talk to the man very long, due to only really holding short conversations with him when he requested your presence to go over something work related, but occasionally you could slip a non-work question in during training when he walked by you.
And for whatever reason, he would respond to you.
It wasn’t much, just a question here and there about how his day had been, what his favorite food was, maybe asking if he did yoga or the like to remain agile. Li Jing could have left it be, could have ignored you, could have even given you hellish training to learn not to ask pointless questions. But he didn’t- he answered.
Truly, him doing so only spurred your comments on. You would make under the breath implications when it was merely the two of you in the immediate area that got you the glorious sight of a blush. A blush! The blush wasn’t big, just a small little color difference on his cheekbones, but to you it meant the world.
The first time you decided to up the ante of them, he sent you straight to cleaning duty. You didn’t regret a thing.
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You began to regret it when he called you to his office and you didn’t see anything hinting he wanted to go over any plans with you. Well, you regret it only in the case you wouldn’t be able to see him anymore; assuming this was about to end in you being banished in some way. The meaning behind what you said remained true, you regret none of it, you just mourned ahead of time that you’d never be able to see the way he reacted from everything you say.
Back to the present, however, you stood at attention in front of the stone faced general.
He says your name simply. You had to hold yourself back from immediately making a remark about hearing your name in a different setting.
“You understand why you’re here, correct?” He asked with a raised brow, voice even and straight to the point.
ha. straight.
Discarding that thought, you answer back with a measured no. It would’ve been one thing if you were called to the office on the same day you had made a particularly bold statement, but you’ve not interacted with him today until just now. So it likely wasn’t due to that. You knew the general didn’t care if you were in front of other warriors or not, calling you out without remorse.
So yes, you truly did not know why exactly you were called here today.
Li Jing narrowed his eyes at you, something unreadable behind his gaze. You remained still.
“I believed you were much more observant than this,” Li Jing scoffed, walking around you in slow steps. If it were at a different time, you might’ve loved having those eyes on you- analyzing your every breath, all the small shifts of your muscles, each and every miniscule detail about your being. But now? Now you just felt like he was waiting for you to slip up, to mess up and give him more reason to banish you. To end your time here.
But even if it is your final moments, you remain calm. Because you don’t want your last memory to be fear racing through your body as he rids of you. No, if you truly were in your last minutes alive, you wanted the last thing you remembered to be going down staring at the very man you swore you’d serve until the day of your demise.
The universe would pry your longing for the general from your cold, dead hands.
You let the question of why you were here slip out, not loud or demanding, just your voice. Plain, even, but ever searching. Wondering why he’s brought you here.
He stops in front of you, a few feet away but still feeling much too close for your sanity.
“Let me ask something instead,” Without turning, his voice loses none of its power even as it lowers in volume.
“Do you truly believe I am unable to feel? Unable to see the good in something, or perhaps someone?”
The question took you off guard, even with its simplicity. Why would you not? You knew the general was more than simply the general. Of course he too had a life past battles, past the duties and responsibilities he tended to in his office.
But as you open your mouth to deny such slander, that he is capable of all he says, he holds up a hand and sends you a look over his shoulder that has your mouth shutting immediately.
“Hold your words. For if you truly believed in them, you would notice your… desires are not one sided.”
His statement took the air from your lungs as you stood frozen in place, eyes widening slightly. There was… no way, right? He was simply joking with you, just messing around to get you back after all this time!
But Li Jing wasn’t one to joke, not even in downtime. There was no glint in his eyes, no struggling of facial muscles trying to hold back a grin or a chuckle. He was being completely serious, honest and firm as per usual.
But that would mean he…
“I can see it on your face,” He acknowledged, turning around fully and walking closer to you. Does he hear your heart pounding? The blood rushing through your body? He effectively shut off your thought process by grabbing both of your hands in his own. “You’ve realized, haven’t you? That I’ve fallen for you just as you’ve joked in the past..”
You couldn’t bring yourself to speak, not when he looked at you like that, not when he spoke so lowly but it rang so loudly in your ears. He brang a hand up, planting his lips on the knuckles while looking right at you, uncaring of your hitched breath.
He spoke your name quietly, sliding out of his mouth with ease. You swallowed.
“Will you be mine?”
Dude you got to feed us more Li Jing's content we're starving so bad.
☆Crushing~☆
(Masc)
You hadn't known the general for very long, youd admit. Maybe around 6 months, 6 1/2 by now if you had to guess. The time before that you had spent only hearing of the man, and from what you had heard you weren't exactly keen on meeting him very soon.
Listen, when all you hear about someone is that theyre strict and in a very important position of power, you'd be concerned as well.
The last thing you'd want to do is accidentally make either a bad impression or just straight up fumble.
That's a one way ticket into losing your position or losing your life. And you'd rather not have either happen, thank you very much.
Regardless, you’d only heard rumors of him. What he looked like, how he acted, all of it. You didn’t believe much of such tales, guessing most of it was blown out of the water in its actuality of what was true.
You did your part as a guard, day to day, and that was enough for you.
And then you saw him, the general, in the flesh.
Then suddenly, you realized some of those rumors maybe weren't as exaggerated as you thought previously.
It felt almost shameful to think of your superior in such a way, like he himself would know you think those things and personally come to end your time in this realm. This didn't stop the thoughts of course, but it certainly did the job in pushing them down when it came to your actual duty.
Still, you couldn't help but admire the man when you weren't actively doing something. You let your thoughts wander in those moments. Examining him- the way he moved, how his voice raised while not losing any of the command lacing his words, even down to how he held himself and the ways his face changed ever so slightly with each action made.
One day, one heart stopping day, he called you to follow him.
You didn't expect anything good. And with the way the soldiers around you sucked in their breaths as you tensed, they didn't either. All of you at that moment fully expected to have to clear any items you may have had in your quarters, to open the space up.
Still, you did what anyone would do when asked by their superior to do something; you obeyed, and followed behind him quietly.
When the two of you ended up in what you believe to be his office, he had locked the door- further making you believe your fate was sealed.
“Take off your helmet” Li Jing finally spoke, looking at you with an unreadable expression. You did as told, setting the object down on the edge of one of the seats before returning to look at him. Only to find him closer than he previously was, startling you. You didn’t jump or flinch, only tensing as you stared at your general.
You watched as he stepped closer still, watched as his hand rose and rose until he held your chin between pointer and thumb, pushing your head up so you had to stare him head on.
He said your name, the word falling into the quiet space between you two. “You’ve been staring at me quite a bit. Do you have something to confess, guard?” Li Jing questioned, keeping a grip on your chin so you couldn’t look away and avoid him.
You tell him that.. you found him quite attractive in multiple categories. That over the time you knew him, however short, you fell hard and fast.
He continued staring at you, and the room fell into silence after your words. You closed your eyes, fully expecting to be killed- or perhaps even sentenced to a short fate in his pagoda, destined to be ripped apart for thinking blasphemy.
Instead, the only thing that greeted you, was a pair of lips on yours. Steady in pace and nowhere near rough. Your eyes flew open just as he pulled away, warmth rushing to your face and lips parted in shock, as Li Jing stared at you with undeniably soft eyes before huffing what you believe to be a laugh.
“What, did you think I was oblivious to such acts? Have more faith, will you..”
Aww, you're back! I hope you're all right? Since your requests are open let me please ask for Junkrat kissing Mercy tenderly on the lips. Something sensual? I would love to see them kiss in your art style. DAMN, you should sell charms or stuff. I'd buy your shop empty <3 Thank you so much, no matter whether you'll do it or won't. I'll still enjoy your content *_*
I was just thinking about how I have not draw them kissing yet but still draw a lot of sensual stuff jxfldf can I offer you an apple in this trying time?
Hi! Do you do Mafia!aus? If you do, Can I please request a Mafia au! Soulmate au! Taehyung X female reader reaction? Where he is in the mafia and he kidnaps the wrong girl (he realizes that she’s completely innocent and has nothing to do with the mafia after they interrogated her), but realizes she’s his soulmate and has fallen in love with her, so he asks her to stay, which she ends up staying because they’re soulmates and she loves him too + kisses, cuddles, and hugs?😍💜🙏🏻
I would be 100% willing to do this it sounds so cute~ to double check (because my brain doesn't work most of the time when requests are involved sksk): do you want it to be written as a 1000+ fic, or like reaction (which usually has a gif and is usually shorter than 1000 words [sometimes it's not though])
Whichever you'd prefer I'll do~ just let me know (if you don't get back to me it'll probably just be in the normal 1000+ fic style) 😁 thank you for the request and it'll be out as soon as I can get it done~
