Do know that sometimes I do get tired of writing, so if I just stop writing then I will get back to doing so as soon as I can, please be patient with me.
I will get to requests as soon as I can.
I do write x readers but I do not feel comfortable with writing x female readers. I will only do x Male and x GN readers but mainly GN.
If you have a specific request then please make sure to give me the details I need to write what you want me to.
This is all for fun, as I want people to enjoy my writing, so if you’re unhappy with something I write then Im sorry.
You can also request me to try and write a character from media that I have listed and I will try my best.
Hunter (Main)
Gus Porter
Willow Park
Amity Blight
Luz Noceda
Raine Whispers
King
Darius
The Collector
The Legend of Vox Machina
Percival De Rolo
Vax
Vex
Scanlan Shorthalt
Marvel
Steven Grant
Mark Spector
Peter Parker (Tom Holland)
Doctor Stephen Strange
Tony Stark
The Adventure Zone
Barry Bluejeans
Lup Tacco
Taako Tacco
Kravitz
Magnus Burnsides
Lucretia
Davenport
Angus Mcdonald (Platonic)
Lucas Miller
Duck Newton
Minerva
Aubrey Little
Ned Chicane
Dani
Indrid Cold
Amber Gris
Devo La Main
Oksana
God of War Ragnarok
Kratos
Atreus
Sindri
Tyr
Thor
Baldur
Fryer
Hermitcraft
Impulse
Skizz
Grian
Scar
Tango (?)
Bdubs
Etho
(I Can TRY some others)
Yesterday I did art and today I'm doing writing! We're gonna be exploring all my artistic abilities and writing is one of them!! I'm so hyped for this, I love this silly lil prompt.
Summary: Magnus wants to learn how to cook, so who better to go to than the chef himself, his good friend Taako! He loves hanging out with him, and since they stopped going on adventures, Magnus has been dying to find an excuse to hang out with his elf friend. Taako welcomes the other with open arms into his kitchen though he knows how horrible Magnus is at cooking, so he makes sure to keep him at an arm's distance from the more dangerous parts of it. He has the other do little tasks. Though as they work, Taako can't help but feel... empty and frustrated, with himself and the circumstances he finds himself in.
Genre: Mostly fluff, a little bit of angst.
Words: 2,286
------------------------------------
There was something so pleasant to the fighter about cooking with someone he knew for such a long time. Magnus Burnsides wanted to learn the art of the kitchen, and who better to ask than the cook of his friend group, Taako? He knew that if anyone would be able to teach him, it would be him, no matter how horrible Magnus was at it. He'd run his hands through his hair, more grown out since the last time he had seen his friend, his fingers getting caught on small tangles he had yet to take care of. It wasn't like he cared too much about his appearance, but after not having seen his close friend in quite some time, or what may have felt longer than it was, he wanted to at least look presentable. Though, at the same time, such an idea didn't make much sense, as the wizard had seen Magnus at literally his worst. Down on the ground, bleeding and bruised, struggling to get back up or crying and angry, Taako has seen it all from Magnus. He wasn't one to hide his emotions, to hide how he was feeling but at the same time, he refused to take the help that anyone seemed to offer him.
But now, it was different. Magnus was going out of his way for assistance, even proudly asking for help. Strength came from the people who could help him, he knew that all too well now.
With more casual clothing, a flannel colored in red and jeans he had been gifted from Barry, he found his way to Taako's home. A beautiful building designed in mainly Kravitz's eyes, painted in black with accents of stone here and there, it was a large house standing at two stories. The garden out front was beautiful with flowers of many kinds that expanded outwards and even towards the side of the home. Vines climbed up the walls of the building, giving it a mystical feel as Magnus walked towards the gate that separated the dirt road from the bricks that created a path towards the front door. Though, as he was taking steps closer to the house, he heard his name called from the other side of the front lawn.
"Maggi, over here."
It was Taako's voice. His eyes darted over to see a tall, flamboyant elf kneeling on the ground and pushing himself into a standing position. Magnus smiled, looking the other over quickly before he made his way around the garden and suddenly picked up his friend into a tight hug. He wrapped his arms around Taako's entire body, lifting him in the air and spinning him around with a toothy smile plastered on his lips. Taako let out a small grunt, putting his hands on the big guy's shoulders before letting out a huff,
"My god, put me down before you crush me, Magnus! What did I say about a warning before you decide to kill me with your death grip!"
Taako exclaimed, mostly teasing as he was set down by his friend.
"Also, maybe, uh, don't, go spinning around in my garden? I just planted some Petunias and I'd rather them live for at least a day before you go stomping around on them,"
Magnus looked down at the newly planted flowers as Taako ran a hand through his hair, once he took his hat off with his other hand. The more burly of the two smiled even wider,
"Damn Taako! Is there anything you can't do? This garden is looking better each time I come over!"
Magnus would exclaim, looking over the beautiful flowers that made up the front lawn, a rainbow of different petals and vines that erupted throughout the ground. Of course, in a tame manner, Taako made sure to keep everything organized and orderly to keep a presentable look to it.
Taako dusts the dirt off himself, though he's wearing his usual gardening attire so it will be washed either way, and beckons his friend to follow him to the front of his home,
"Maybe you should come visit me more often and you'd see the garden more,"
Taako smirks, looking over his shoulder for a moment before opening the door to the house,
"Shoes off please,"
He'd add, as he took off his own stylish rainboots that he had slipped on before he had gone to the garden. Watching as Taako went off to change, Magnus sat down on the ground near the door to untie his leather boots. He let out a low hum as his eyes darted around the place, noticing how not much had changed since the last time he had been there. However, it wasn't a surprise, as he found that once Taako had settled on something, he most often refused to allow it to be changed. Unless it came to his style, then he would change it in an instant to match where he was at, both literally and metaphorically. Once he got his shoes off, he tucked them in the corner, next to the door, before he moved on towards the kitchen. As he entered, he realized that the ingredients and equipment were already set up for them to cook something. Magnus could only smile wider, overjoyed at that moment that Taako was so ready to help him learn the ropes.
Walking around the island in the middle of the kitchen, dragging his hand along the marble countertop, he couldn't help but recall the wonderful meals that Julia once cooked for him. She insisted that she cooked for him, and when she was busy it was her father who took up the task. The two of them never let Magnus lay a finger on the cookware, not for a moment, making sure that he had the best meals that would ever be made for him. He never really got the opportunity to learn. He recalled watching from the other side of the room, leaning in the doorframe of the kitchen of his old home, a home he once shared with his wife after the revolution was over and the ceremony of a wedding brought them together, bound in love. He remembered watching as she moved around the kitchen with a smile on her lips, humming. Julia was a powerful woman, but she was also soft and gentle, a caretaker at heart, something that Magnus adored about her.
As his eyes moved about the kitchen, these memories coming back to him, he noticed a figure standing in the doorway, crossing his arms as he leaned on the entrance to the kitchen. A smirk on his lips as Taako found himself entering his favorite room in this house, the place he spent most of his free time in. Similar to Julia, Magnus recognized this as well, even though it was hard to see, Taako was a caretaker at heart as well. He cooked for the people he loved, showing off his skills, and making sure everyone around him was well fed.
"Can't believe you already got this set up."
Magnus commented, crossing his big arms over his chest with a grin on his lips. He seemingly teased the other, poking fun at the extra work that Taako had put in to do something for a friend. Rolling his eyes in response, Taako pushed himself from the frame he leaned on, moving over while grabbing his apron from a hook on the wall.
"Can't be wasting any time trying to pick and choose what we make, can we? Trick question, the answer is no! So, I've already chosen what I'm going to teach you, something easy and light, as well as something you can make yourself and take to parties and whatnot. Or to whatever you do nowadays."
Taako brought the apron over his neck and tied the strings behind his back. Magnus chuckled at his friend's words, as he looked amongst the items that were laid out on the island,
"Okay, so what are we making?"
He'd question.
"Homemade quesadillas, baby! Though, you're not gonna be going near the stove, sorry, I just can't trust you with an open flame yet."
Taako would say,
"Also, we're making the dough by hand, so that's gonna end up being your main task."
He'd add, giving Magnus a smirk as he walked behind him, giving his friend a pat on the back before moving towards the stove and getting a pan ready. This is gonna be a beef and vegetable quesadilla, and it's going to be amazing.
"But isn't making the dough one of the more complex parts of cooking?"
Magnus would question, his eyebrows furrowing into a deep knot, confused. Taako turned, shaking his head and letting out a laugh as he dismissively waved his hand,
"Please, making dough is one of the easiest things, you just gotta get the measurements right! You'll be okay, Mags, even a baby could do it."
Turning back to the stove, he set up the pan and the ground beef that he'd be preparing for the dish, as well as a separate pan for some bell peppers, adding a little bit of greenery to this meal. He'd work quick as his eyes would glance over to the other,
"Oh, I should mention, I left a recipe over there for you for the dough. Once you have it done, I'll go over there and teach you how to roll it out."
Magnus nodded in response. Looking back to the ground beef that began to cook, he'd add a mixture of seasonings that had been prepared in advance before he continued to let it cook. Multitasking, working on the two main ingredients, he was quick and worked with a sort of flare that could never be compared to anything else. Though, Magnus, even though he would have loved to see it, wasn't paying attention. He was too paranoid about messing up. The measurements were right there, the steps perfectly in order, there was no possible way he could mess it up. Taako watched as these thoughts would obviously go through his head, his eyes turning to look towards his friend, watching him closely as he measured yeast and flour into a bowl and began to mix it. He couldn't help but smile as he observed... though that smile couldn't help but fade as his own thoughts seemed to come up in his mind. When Magnus came to him, asking him to teach him how to cook, he was more than willing. He loved the idea, loved that Magnus wanted to learn from him, wanted to do something new in his life, something that... something that Taako wished he could do. Taako has done so many things. He's gardening, modeling, teaching, all sorts of things, and he's amazing at it. Like Magnus had said earlier, is there anything he cannot do?
Taako has found a lot of struggle trying to find some sort of purpose, some sort of new reason for going on. Of course, his friends and family are more than enough reason to keep moving through this world, but he wanted something to do. Something that was more than himself, more than this new life he let on. He loved living with Kravitz, he loved being with friends and doing little parties and teaching people magic, every aspect of it he adored, but ... it was boring. He's traveled through space and time, realm after realm, plane after plane, he's seen destruction and life, saved and lost, he's been through more than most people could say they have on this planet. So what now? Was he destined to live the role of an elf doing menial tasks that simply are there to pass the time? Was this his new life? Where was the excitement? The danger? Sure, he didn't miss that life of working for the bureau, almost dying every other day, but at the same time, that's what made life worth living. Working with Magnus and Merle, teaching Angus the ropes of magic, and going on dates with Kravitz, he missed those things. He missed being excited about the world, about waking up the next day to see what was in store for him, for learning more about what was around him.
As these thoughts flowed through his mind, he realized that the food he was cooking was done, almost a little over. As he moved the pans off the flame, he turned off the gas and put lids over the pans, keeping the food warm and he, once again, turned to look at Magnus. He did not expect the other to be covered in flour when his gaze shifted, his eyebrows raised in surprise as the originally red flannel that this man wore was now white. He snickered which soon turned into a laugh which caused the fighter to turn to look at Taako, eyebrows furrowing at the other's amusement. In an instant, all of the thoughts that drowned Taako's spirits were gone, especially when the next thing he knew, flour was flying through the air, hitting him right in the face.
Taako gasped, wiping flour from the area around his eyes as he looked to Magnus who now wore a mischievous grin.
"How dare you!"
Taako exclaimed dramatically as he picked up some flour from the bowl that he had prepared a while ago and shoved the powder toward Magnus' head, spreading it in his hair and tangling his fingers through his locks. After he had successfully committed such an act, he had his own look of mischief. A smirk grew on his lips, before their cooking session turned into an all-out fight with flour, creating a mess in the kitchen.
---------------------------
Originally I wasn't SUPER happy with this but it ended up really cute and I enjoyed it lots. Hope you do too!!
Do know that sometimes I do get tired of writing, so if I just stop writing then I will get back to doing so as soon as I can, please be patient with me.
I will get to requests as soon as I can.
I do write x readers but I do not feel comfortable with writing x female readers. I will only do x Male and x GN readers but mainly GN.
If you have a specific request then please make sure to give me the details I need to write what you want me to.
This is all for fun, as I want people to enjoy my writing, so if you’re unhappy with something I write then Im sorry.
You can also request me to try and write a character from media that I have listed and I will try my best.
Hunter (Main)
Gus Porter
Willow Park
Amity Blight
Luz Noceda
Raine Whispers
King
Darius
The Collector
The Legend of Vox Machina
Percival De Rolo
Vax
Vex
Scanlan Shorthalt
Marvel
Steven Grant
Mark Spector
Peter Parker (Tom Holland)
Doctor Stephen Strange
Tony Stark
The Adventure Zone: Balance
Barry Bluejeans
Lup Tacco
Taako Tacco
Kravitz
Magnus Burnsides
Lucretia
Davenport
Angus Mcdonald (Platonic)
Lucas Miller
Duck Newton
Minerva
Aubrey Little
Ned Chicane
Dani
Indrid Cold
Amber Gris
Devo La Main
Oksana
If you’re up to it, I would DIE for some Ned and/or Duck comforting Aubrey! I’m on ep. 19 and they make me sooooo so sick in the brain I think they all deserve big comfort and hugs and maybe even a forehead kiss…
-🌧
Yeah, I Get It.
Summary: Sometimes, having a gift like what Aubrey Little does can become... draining. Both in a literal sense and in the way that drags her down in every moment she can't seem to help the people around her. She's seen things, been told things, and can't seem to get the past out of her head. But, lucky for her, there's someone on her team that gets it more than anyone else. Duck Newton takes care of her in a familial type way.
Genere: Hurt/Comfort
Aubrey Little and Duck Newton | Familial
A/N: Thank you, Rain, for this wonderful prompt, I will indeed have a field day with this. <33
It was hard. Being chosen to be something bigger than you were. Sometimes it felt as if there was no point in it. Being put in a position where one is supposed to be something more than what they were before, is hard, it's a hard thing to accept. Be it a blade that is passed down from others or a title and a gift given from another world, it's a lot of weight to be something more.
Duck Newton and Aubrey Little sit in this same exact boat. Standing back to back, they are two sides of the same coin, given something more than what they might be. Aubrey, with her magic, something unique and ... more than she might be able to handle. Duck, with literally being a chosen one to bring about destiny. Though, unlike Aubrey, Duck has been dealing with this pressure since his teenage years, without much of any break from his dance with fate, and in turn, his dance with Minerva.
He has no issue with the woman, his mentor, but with the pressure that he has dealt with, with the idea of saving the world pressed into the back of his mind, it was sometimes more than he realized he signed up for.
Aubrey, on the other hand, has ... something different weighing her down. As memories circle her mind, she's brought back and forth from the past and the present; not only that she's been remembering something that just wasn't her own. She remembered the memories of Alexandra, the young ruler of Sylvain. It was something that felt... intruding, something that she didn't realize at first wasn't her own thoughts, but when she did it felt bad. It felt bad to realize your connection to another world, even though it was slight, or at least she thought this was the case. She had no way to prove it, no way to be sure, but somewhere in her heart she just knew it. With the crystal, with the memories, all of it. It ... no, she had to be something more. Part of her loved the idea of it, she wanted to be the one to help Sylvain but ... another part of her loathed it. She already had to deal with so much, with working with her magic and helping Duck, Ned, and the rest of the Pine Guard with the monsters that infest the world; why did she have to have more on her plate?
These were the thoughts that moved through her head as she sat at one of the window sills of the lodge. She leaned on the cold window looking out on the forest, watching as snow fell from dark clouds that blanketed the sky. She had a somber look on her features with her lidded eyes watching gentle flakes of snow land on the window. A hand rested on her chin as she pushed the weight of her head onto her palm, keeping her elbow pressed on the window sill.
There was an emptiness in the air, the sound of wind passing through the trees was the only noise that was notable as she sat there. As if the lodge had been abandoned, there wasn't a soul in sight, not even Moira at her usual place sitting at the piano. Though, Aubrey didn't seem to notice, or if she did, she didn't mind the quiet. She was a very social person, everyone in Kepler who knew her knew this as a fact, but today was a little different. Solemn and almost gloomy took up the afternoon, and likewise, it took her up as well.
She hadn't known how long she had been sitting there when she heard footsteps begin to sound through the lodge. Heavy boots on wood echoed through the halls, specifically, as Aubrey noted it, through the hall on the left from Mama's office. After living in these walls for months, she, at this point, has memorized it's layout.
When her gaze shifted from the window she stared out of to the other side of the room, she expected to see Mama. Surprise entered her mind when she saw Duck walking away from the hall, noting her with a slight eyebrow raise and a tip of his hat after placing it back on his head. For whatever reason he had it off.
"Hey Duck,"
She'd say, simply, soon finding herself going back to her original position. For some odd reason, she expected him to just keep walking after a small greeting back to her, leaving the lodge; he didn't.
"Hey Aubrey. What's got you goin'? All down in the dumps, it ain't like you."
Duck raised an eyebrow as he found his way over, crossing his arms over his chest as he stood over her, just a foot or so away. Once again, she just hadn't expected it, so she found herself looking over in surprise. Duck tilted his head in response,
"What, can't a guy ask a friend what's got her goat?"
He'd inquire, moving to sit next to her, leaning back into the corner of the window sill, letting out a soft hum.
Aubrey would watch as he sat down, allowing her eyes to just keep on him, staring with that golden and darker color of her irises. A silence ate at the atmosphere for a solid few seconds before Duck cleared his throat, trying to get her attention.
"Oh- uh."
She'd sit up, her posture straightening out as she leaned back onto the opposite wall.
"I dunno, yeah of course you can, but-"
She'd hesitate, furrowing her eyebrows, picking at one of her nails for a moment, before continuing.
"I'm fine, I guess."
She'd shrug, moving her feet onto where she sat, pushing her legs up against her chest, and crossing her arms over her knees. She laid her head down on her arms, a natural cushioning, as her eyes would shift back to the window. The snow hadn't let up, and it didn't seem like it would for a while. As she observed the outdoors, she would note little details, from Duck's car that sat in the driveway to Jake and Barclay hanging out on the front porch, slightly out of view. It really was a quiet afternoon.
"Yeah, that's one hella load of bull there, Aubrey. You ain't someone to sulk, so what's up?"
Duck would continue to probe and prod at the girl, wanting her to open up about her troubles. Listen, he wasn't really the kind of guy to give advice, to be some sort of therapist, but Aubrey was a different case. She reminded him so, so much of his little sister; he couldn't help but try and be by her side.
She moved her head, her chin sitting on her arms as she gave the other some sort of eye contact. Duck couldn't help but note the vibrancy of the girl's eye, the bright amber color of it eating all of the brown that originally was there. He hadn't gotten the chance, really, to take note of this girl's change, but such a thing would be pushed to the back of his mind.
"I'm..."
It was all she could allow to escape her lips for the moment. Duck watched as thoughts processed through her mind, he could almost see the loading bubble floating over her head,
"It's complicated. There's just so much on my plate now, ya know? With the Pine Guard to Sylvain, I mean, my eye and everything. It's just so much... so much I don't know if I can take on. I feel like I'm being built for something more than I am! Something that I ... don't think I can really be."
She'd look down at her shoes, moving them up and down for a moment as a way of slight stimulation. She'd listen as Duck would make that familiar clicking sound with his tongue before letting out a small sigh,
"Fighting with this, uh, whole destiny thing, huh? Yeah, been there. Listen, Aubrey, whatever the future has in store for you, you're gonna fuckin' kill it, I know it. There's no doubt in your abilities, that's for sure, strongest one outta all of us, for sure."
He'd lean forward, scooting over slightly, closer to the girl as he'd place a hand on her shoulder.
"Y'er stronger than ya know."
She looked at him with this hope in her eyes that wasn't there before, or maybe it was a glossiness that coated her eyes, Duck would never tell. She'd look to the side, placing her hand on her friend's, and let out a small chuckle, leaning back once again.
"Thanks, Duck."
She'd say, letting out a small huff and an amused breath. Duck smirked, copying her actions as he too leaned back,
"Any time. You're a part of this team and, honestly, we need you not worryin' so much. Try focusing on the present."
He'd look out the window too, watching as snow fell to the ground, coating the earth, as well as his car.
"Ah, shit that's gonna be a pain in the ass. Probably gonna be stayin' here t'night."
Duck sighed in defeat, realizing that by the time he wanted to leave, his car would be covered in snow. what a pain. Aubrey seemed to chuckle at this, causing him to look over. He smirked, happy that he could bring her mood up with such simple words. While she reminded him of his sister, they were very different. If it were Jane, well, she'd probably push him away. The two siblings love one another, that's for sure, but that girl doesn't need Newton all up in her business. So why not spend some of that brotherly love on the next best thing, someone he sees as a younger sister. In turn, Aubrey sees him in a similar light. It was hard not to with the energy that he gave off to her, the way he cares about the people around him, and wants to protect him. Even if he doesn't try to, he can't help but give the feel of an older brother.
Though, even with those words, such simple words that, for a moment, put her thoughts to the side, she couldn't help but get lost in her head as soon as he stopped talking. To Duck, the silence was comfortable, not realizing, as he looked out onto the snowy forest, that Aubrey was diving head-first back into the pool of stress. For Aubrey the silence was unbearable. It was suffocating, as she began to drown in her thoughts, her eyebrows couldn't help but furrow into a deep knot. Tears formed at the corners of her eyes as one main thing floated in her mind.
What if ... she wasn't good enough? What if her efforts weren't enough, enough to help the people she cares about, to help Sylvain grow as a world, be more than what these monsters escaping it were making it out to be. She was given this task, a task that pressed onto her being and hurt her chest, the pressure was something unlike she had experienced. She knew stress, she knew the pressure of expectations, but this was different. Her parents looking to her, her father expecting more than the magic she wanted to pursue, no, this was as if the world was at stake. In her head, she knelt on the ground, cradling herself as she pressed her head to the bottom of this void of a mind full of fear and distress. The worry clawed at her thoughts, and she couldn't help but let tears fall, be it one single drop moving down her dark features.
"How do you do it?"
She'd ask. The words slipped off her tongue, not really realizing what she had even said.
"Do what, Aubrey?"
Duck questioned without looking over, and for a few moments, it would stay this way. That was until he finally found himself glancing over after she would be silent for a few moments after he responded to her question. He sat up, surprised at the sight of the girl, teary-eyed, looking out the window as she refused to make eye contact with him. He was confused, at first, but it quickly set in that this girl needed more than just words. With his own eyebrows furrowing, he, once more, scooted closer to the girl, putting a hand on her knee as he hummed.
"It's alright to cry, Aubs, shit, there's no need to keep all that in. If you need to let those tears go, let them rip. kiddo"
Duck tried to make the girl laugh, and it seemed to allow a small smirk to move to her lips, but soon after she found herself melting into a puddle of tears. She leaned forward, crossing her legs as she pressed her head into Duck's shoulder, letting out sobs that echoed through the lobby. She was so relieved that there was no one else to bare witness to this tragic sight.
Duck wrapped an arm around the girl, pulling her into a hug as she just seemed to cry. She grasped tightly onto the shirt he wore, something that was more casual than his usual ranger uniform, and basked in the comfort that Duck's hold gave her.
"How... how do you handle it all... how ... how do you cope with... with being more than you ever thought you could be...? That... that isn't just me right? Right? I... I don't know what to d... do. How am... how am I supposed... supposed to do all this bullshit!"
These words were muffled as she spoke into his shirt, grasping tighter onto the cloth. Duck wouldn't care, not for a moment, as he stared down at the shaking girl. He hadn't ever seen her so... weak. So vulnerable. It was heartbreaking that a woman who had such a fire in her heart could be so easily doused into embers.
"...Time."
Duck would say. He'd move a hand to her back, rubbing it up and down, trying to give her comfort. He'd let out a low breath, looking to the side, out and over towards the rest of the lodge. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a figure, and when he looked over he spotted Mama, looking more than just concerned. He shook his head before nodding his head up, dismissing her from the area. Mama quickly understood before she gave a nod back, retreating back to her office to let Duck handle the situation.
At first, he didn't know what to say. He was an expert in all of this, in knowing how to deal with the stress, the intense fear that came along with being 'a chosen'. Sure, Aubrey wasn't literally one of him, of Leo, of Minerva, not at all, but she was still dealing with the same shit he had to go through. So what was he to say? What got him through the times he thought he wouldn't be able to do what was expected of him? In between his doubts, the times he declined Minerva's offering, there was still the intensity of it all. To be chosen by some figure to defend and even save the world? It was a lot … so what got him through it all? Besides his friends who stuck by his side, the people who loved him and cared for him, what really let him push through?
"It took a lotta time. Time that I thought I wouldn't have, really, but time. Listen, Aubs, every day you will find more courage in you to deal with the future, hell, even the present. It ain't gonna be easy, I know you wish it would be, I wish it was for you too. But I know you're strong, and you have not only me but also Ned and Mama right by yer side."
He'd place his hands on the side of her head, either side, and pulled up to look at her. Her face was stained with streaks of tears, her eyes red and puffy, and of course her nose was runny. She looked up to him, the tears not stopping, not for a moment, as he continued to speak.
"So don't worry your firey lil head over it, we got your back. I promise you that kiddo."
He'd give her a smile. That smile held so much warmth, so much kindness, every little ounce of hope she needed in one look. Her heart wasn't in as much pain, as the fire that was fear calmed and replaced with the usual flame that gave her that hell of a stage name. She smiled back, sitting up and retracting her face from Duck's hands, wiping her eyes and cheeks with the back of her hand.
"Okay..."
She'd start, letting out a pathetic laugh, one that dripped in obvious sadness that couldn't help but linger.
"You're right... for once, I believe you."
She joked, poking at the fact that most often he just wasn't that great with words. But lucky for her, this happened to be right up his alley, so he simply knew exactly what to say.
Duck snorted some at her words and reached up to ruffle her hair. Reluctantly, she let him, and would roll her eyes as she continued to rid them of tears.
"Thanks, Duck."
He smiled,
"Any time. Now go get yourself something good to drink, so you ain't dehydrated."
It was beyond her, as she watched as Duck tipped his hat to her once again as he stood from where he sat, bringing an end to this conversation. It seemed that he wouldn't let it go on anyway till she had done what he said. But still, it was beyond her how he could be so ... brotherly yet...
Thinking about it, the words didn't seem to come to her. Her eyes softened and, along with it, so did her features. She couldn't believe she really had an older brother, she just had to look in the right places.
Hiya, could I request some comfort Dave Strider x GN reader? Like reader comforting him after a nightmare? He deserves better than what life threw at him 😢
Light in the Night
Summary: You've been with Dave for a few months now and something you noticed that you didn't realize before ... is that he sufferee from nightmares on the regular. Tonight just happened to be one of those nights.
His hand glided across the cold metal, the rough, rusted stairwell bar leading him to the roof. With each step that he took, his feet were heavy on the stairs, slamming down on thick sheets of steel, footsteps echoing through what seemed to be an empty stairwell. Though, no matter how many stairs he climbed, it was never enough, and no matter how many steps he took, he never tired of the climb. For some reason, he kept going, he couldn't stop himself from ascending this endless staircase, as his shaded eyes stared up at the darkness that set uneasily above him. A tense atmosphere sat around him, choking his lungs as if took the form of a thick smog that entered through his throat and clouded his chest. As he took multiple steps towards whatever goal his body was trying to get to, something came over him, an uneasiness that once more found him, as if it came in heavy waves before swallowing out on the shore of his mind.
His body moved before his mind could, and his head turned to allow his gaze to shift behind him, stopping in his tracks. As he stopped, his body turned with his eyes, keeping one hand on the railing of the stairs and staring down into … an abyss. The stairs he had conquered not seconds earlier had disappeared under his step, dissipating into the black smoke of a void, and even though he had stopped the sound of footsteps had not. For a moment… he was confused, he didn't understand how a noise could be formed if there was no one to form it… but that confusion was short-lived as glowing red eyes slowly appeared within the fog before him. He couldn't react. He didn't feel a thing as he looked at these red, beady eyes that barely looked like anything amongst the black. No fear, no anguish, no confusion formed in his head, it was nothing but a flat line of feeling as he stared back with his own red eyes. The shades that concealed them crumbled into dust, the only form of protection he could even consider to be a safety to him had been destroyed by the pure will of the nothing that sat before him.
He wouldn't react until something else formed before him, still a hazy blotch of colors, but as it came closer and closer to him, he realized it was a hand. The hand was a tan color, covered in light scars that littered across the palm of someone he couldn't help but recognize, even if there was no face to acknowledge before him. He found his hand moving forward, moving towards this hand made up of light particles, nothing that was physical, and interlocked his fingers with his older brother's. He stared up, up toward his supposed role model, the person he was supposed to look up to, metaphorically. But he felt nothing. Once again he found not a single emotion rise within him, a flame that seemed to have gone out long ago. It wasn't until this hand became corporeal, something that he could actually grasp onto, something that he could … feel. Rough callouses collided with his own, as he felt harsh skin that he knew all too well press against his hand. His gaze found its way towards the palm, following it to the arm it was connected to and then to the body and face of his brother. It was out of nowhere, when his heart began to race and a voice in his mind told him to run but his body wouldn't move. It stayed still, even as the unoccupied hand of his brother collided with his face, his palm pressing against his nose as the other slammed Dave's head down onto the stairs below.
For a moment, he was surrounded by darkness, but maybe that was because he had his eyes closed. As the lids that created this darkness raised up, heavy yet bearable, he stared at his surroundings. He was no longer in that stairwell, but on the roof itself, as warm colors of the sun setting devoured the sky. His sunglasses were back on, resting gently on the bridge of his nose, reflecting the colors that he was surrounded with. These oranges, pinks, and reds engulfed like a beautiful flame against the buildings of the city that he lived in and even his own dark skin. He looked at his palms, lighter than any part of his body, as it was supposed to be, and found his gaze shifting once again. However, as he moved, it still didn't feel as if he was doing anything, he felt like a passenger as someone else piloted this plane.
His brother stood in front of him once again, but this time around he wasn't any sort of fog or smoke, he was solid, completely head to toe. What was also solid was the sword he held in the palm of his hands, and as he found himself looking down, his own weapon was pressed into his own fingers. His grip tightened on the blade, the hilt of it to be exact. Standing in an offensive position, he got ready to attack. He pushed forward on the ground below him, dust kicking up from the bottom of his shoe as he launched toward his caretaker. He brought his sword back, then up, and then tried to swing it down at the one he was supposed to be training with, the one who stood there as if he was going to take it. But he stopped mid-air. He stopped when a blade was stabbed through his stomach, pain and tears welding up within him while his gaze followed his mind for the first time. He looked down at his newly formed wound, down to his brother who had thrusted the weapon into him.
"Pathetic."
A single word came from his sibling. With a quick flick of the other's wrist, he was pushed to the ground, off of the blade.
And then he was falling. The world crumbled around him as he lost his breath, the air escaping from his lungs. He fell into darkness, he fell for what felt like hours, watching as blood trickled up from his wound, being pushed out of him with his body pushing the opposite way.
And then a thud came from him as he landed on the ground…
Then Dave Strider woke up.
His heart pounded in his chest, beating harshly as a tightness formed in his core. He grasped at the shirt he wore on that evening, his hands tightening around the fabric as his eyes, his deep red eyes, pierced into the darkness that surrounded him. With his sunglasses off, once more his only manor of defense against what he considered to be vulnerability was stripped from him, just like his dream.
His eyes dashed around the room, paranoid as if … one of those damned puppets were watching him once more, and soon the red irises of his landed on the dark shades he kept on the bed side table. Grasping them quickly, he pushed them onto the bridge of his nose, feeling, at last, some sort of security. . .
Security. When he thought about safety, when he thought about comfort, his mind went … to you. His lover, the one who laid next to him right there in that bed. He hadn't noticed as you had awakened, groaning as you felt his frantic movements in the bed. You'd sit up, pushing your body from it's original position, laying down on the soft mattress, looking over to you boyfriend with tired eyes,
"Dave?"
You'd question, exhaustion dripping off you tongue. You had no idea why'd he be up, and as your eyes danced around, your gaze would land on the clock. 3:20 A.M. it read, and you would only become more confused as to why Dave would be awake at this hour. Your eyes landed back on the other as you watched as he just… stared at you. He kept his usual neutral expression on his features, and if it wasn't for the moonlight that poured through the window on the other side of the room, you wouldn't have realized that your lover was… crying. With your eyebrows raising with surprise, you'd sit up, completely this time around, scooting closer to Dave with a look of concern,
"Oh, Dave, what's the matter?"
You would find your hand moving to his shoulder, your other moving to his glasses taking them off his face, putting them aside. Most often than not, he would have recoiled at this action, but when it came to you, he didn't need that level of security that those glasses gave him. You watched as gentle tears rolled down his dark cheeks, streaking his skin and glossing over those ruby eyes of his, eyes you always admired. At first, with his mouth agape, he didn't seem to know what to say… words were hard for him when it came to his emotions. More often than not you knew him to be someone who just didn't know how to shut up, something you found to be charming about the boy, so when he was silent… it was almost sickening to your stomach. It worried you.
You moved your hand from his shoulder to his back, wrapping your arms around him, pulling him into a hug. He let you do as you pleased, moving into the embrace with ease, as he wrapped his arms around your torso tightly. The touch was nice, especially for the boy.
"…shit i'm sorry. didn't mean to wake you with my … everything, i dunno. had some fucked up dream and… shit. it really fucked me up."
He finally got it out, in a quiet tone. Though with the quiet of the room, it wasn't hard to hear him as his voice was the only thing that occupied the space other than the sound of a fan form the corner of the room.
"Hey. It's okay, it's okay to be upset about dreams, the mind is fucked, and you cant control the shit you see when you sleep,"
You'd say, letting out a small breath, stifled and light. You'd begin to run your hands through his hair, moving the tips of your fingers through the curls with ease.
"Don't apologize about it, how about instead we talk about it. I always find it easier to calm down if I get it out of my head."
A suggestion that gave Dave a slight pause. He seemed to take a moment to think about it, not moving or saying anything. The only thing you could feel from him is the lowering and raising of his chest, trying to calm his breathing as he let out shaky breaths. Though, as a few moments seemed to pass, he'd nod, sitting up from where he leaned into you and would wipe the tears that formed in his eyes from his palm,
"yeah. let's see if talkin' it out will calm me the fuck down."
He'd say, letting out a breath from his nose, one that sounded almost amused, trying to lighten the mood. In response, you gave him a soft smile, gently moving a hand to his cheek as you'd caress his cheek.
He had the floor, and he knew that, he just … didn't know where to start. He'd run a hand over his hair, flattening it down for just a moment before it sprung up again. A heavy exhale escaped from his lips and he'd look away, over to the window,
"it… started in a staircase, the one back at my apartment. ya know back where i used to live before shit went down. the hell hole that was puppet ass and cal."
You'd nod in response, recognizing exactly where he was talking about. A place he had only talked about on the meteor with you and Karkat, and from what you heard to his brother Dirk as well, but a place you knew to be something of a prison to your boyfriend.
"you know what i'm talking about. but it was like. not the usual staircase i knew and hated, it was … never ending. i think i knew that too when i climbed it but i never seemed to like actually stop. until i suddenly turned around and realized that the stairs i had originally climbed had disappeared into just smoke. poof, gone, no where to be seen, nothing at all. and i saw my… bro. after my glasses turned to dust, he slammed my head into the stairs."
You listened intently, but when those last words left Dave's mouth, your eyes widened with shock and… even fear. He recognized this quickly in you, and soon would move his hand to yours. You both knew that this was you comforting him the most, but hell was Dave not gonna let you feel discouraged about all this either.
"yeah, i know, really fucked up."
He'd let out a chuckle, but soon the smile that went along with it was wiped from his lips. He wanted to brighten up the mood, and you knew you did as well, but this dream was deep, harsh… something that couldn't be laughed at it seemed.
"then i woke up, like in the dream, and i was on the roof. never thought i'd be there again but in the dream it seemed … normal. as if i hadn't ever left in the first place. me and my bro were doing our usual sparring and i ran at him and … he killed me, called me pathetic. which … listen by bro was a piece of shit asshole, but he … wouldn't do that. he wouldn't …"
Dave hesitated with his words, his eyebrows furrowing as he bit the inside of his cheek. You watched as he looked frustrated, confused… and you would soon pull him from that as you moved a hand across his cheek and into his hair, causing him to look at you.
"Well, if I know one thing for sure, it's that you're no longer there. You'll never really be there ever again, not in this reality. Maybe it'll haunt you while you sleep, but they are just that, just dreams. You're here, with me, with all of your friends and nothing will change that."
It wasn't hard, it seemed for you to put a smile on his face. Even if he was still recovering from the intensity that was that nightmare, he seemed to push it aside as he wrapped his arms around your waist and plant a kiss on your lips. You giggled as he did so, and he pulled you down to the bed, laying next to you as he cuddled up close.
"you're really fucking great."
He'd say, causing you to let out a small laugh,
"makin' me forget the worry that i have, all that shit out the window when i'm with you. like a fucking paper airplane thrown across a baseball stadium, moving through the wind like nobody's business. you got that worry all the way to the other side, hitting some kid in the face with it. all gone from me, no more in this head of mine."
He went on, like his normal self, and you couldn't help but giggle and grin at this fact. Leaning down, you'd plant a kiss on his forehead and simple words escaped from your lips.
Summary: With time comes learning to cope with the past. But sometimee it's hard to do it alone and, often, talking about it just isn't the way to go. How about a hug from your dear friend amber?
Founders' Wake was, what some might call it, a city of hustle and bustle, where every layer seemed to be full of activity and energy. Especially after everything that happened with the Sallow coming back, the city being infected, and then refurbished, the people of Founders' Wake seem to find a new sort of vitality within them. As if the world was anew, a city that had been painted over with fresh air, air that hadn't been breathed in more than 25 years, air that was crisp, as some seem to describe it as. There was not a single complaint about it, especially not from you.
You find yourself within the commotion that this city thrived on, with people talking to one another, making sales, and, especially in your present location, Joshy's Knuckle, discussing the recent occurrences within Founders' Wake. You knew it well, having experienced it first hand along with the crew you embarked with on your recent journeys, you couldn't help but listen in on the rumors and slight discussion that filled the air. Comments about the Ballaster's, about the Sallow, about how it all happened, but what really caught your interest was the familiar names that you grew to be quite fond of. Amber Gris, Devo La Main, and Zoox, and of course your own name being thrown in the mixture, as you too happened to go along with the plan that was fighting a demi-god worm being until its death. The fight itself wasn't entirely… something to be excited about. It was painful, disheartening, and … even sad, really, as you think back on the words that echoed through that magical chamber, now destroyed. You ran your hand through your silky hair, pushing your feelings aside, and staring down at your hands. Every time your gaze reaches your palms, you always find surprise rising in your chest, as the hands you once knew, with rough skin littered with different marks, from freckles to scars, were now of a different kind of nature.
With webbed fingers, scales inching up your hands and arms, as well as your now sharpened fingertips that not only consisted of the cartilage of your nails but also a natural sharpness to the ends of your fingers. This is how the Sallow affected you, and, while it definitely wasn't as bad as some other people had it, was most uncomfortable. You stare down at your newly-formed hands, an almost frustrated look morphing on your features as you can't help but think about what they looked like before all of this. Your hands were gentle, or at least you had been told that in your past, with every mark unique to you, and now… they were a side effect of an illness. It hurt your heart, and as you thought about it, maybe a bit too honed in on the moment, you quickly got distracted by where you were walking.
As you took steps, you found your body colliding with something that was too soft to be a wall. Quickly, as your head reacted before your body could, you deducted that whatever you had run into was likely to be a person. Stumbling back a few steps, you'd open your mouth to apologize, but who was before you was … kind of unexpected. Though, really, based on where you were it probably shouldn't have been all that shocking.
Amber Gris, one of your shipmates and, not only that, the captain of the Coriolis. Your eyes widened for just a moment before your features quickly relaxed,
"Amber-"
You'd say, giving the girl a light smile, as she turned around to face you. She seemed to have been shopping, as that is what you and your group had decided to do when you all split up before your next mission and smiled right back over in your direction,
"Hey there, you finished up here or what?"
She'd ask, raising an eyebrow to you and you found yourself shrugging. She tilted her head some, keeping that light grin on her lips as she turned around, paid for whatever she had been shopping before, and tucked it in a bag. You seem to have grabbed her attention. Now, while the woman was an observant person, she didn't have the greatest eye when it came to taking notice to the emotions of other people. That is except when it was with you. She read you like a book, maybe that was your fault, but she always seemed to know when you were upset. Putting a hand on your shoulder, she began to walk with you, pushing your body into movement before you would keep up on your own.
"Now what's the matter, hm? Got some problem or uh- can't find somethin'? You don't seem to be in the most chipper of moods here,"
She'd say after the both of you found your way out of the streets that made up Joshy's Knuckle, heading in the direction that was the Cloaca. Now, while the both of you might not head down into the rundown clubhouse, it was a better setting than the shady setting that you found yourselves to exit out of.
You'd laugh a bit, nervously, shaking your head and waving your hand dismissively.
"No no- nothing like that. I'm just sort of … taking everything in, I guess, getting over all that happened. I know it's been a few weeks, or however long it's been, but I can't seem to get my head around all that happened I mean… the fight with Cambria and all, I mean, it was terrifying! Before you guys, I didn't really get into all that much trouble and so, almost dying and … watching everyone else get hurt well… it was something else."
You'd find yourself shrugging, and as you spoke you'd make your way closer and closer towards the sort of safe haven that Amber seemed to enjoy much more than any other setting that you could take her to. She'd smile at your answer, letting out a laugh as she'd steal a glance your way before looking out to the older building that was getting closer each moment that passed.
"Aw, you worried about us, huh? Well, guppy, we ain't dead just yet, so no need to be a downer about it. We're alright, right? Not a single scratch still on us, after all, we beat the hell outta that worm."
She'd smile wider, and you couldn't help but giggle at the other's words. You both stopped in front of the Cloaca, knowing that this was the place that your little group would meet up after going your separate ways, temporarily, you'd end up here either way.
"You're right…"
You'd find yourself saying, shaking your head, trying to dismiss the uneasiness that sat in your chest. You wouldn't respond with anything else and when she didn't seem to get any other response other than that, which she seemed to be expecting, she let out a huff,
"What, you want a hug and a pat on the back to seal the deal? We're alright, and it'll stay that way."
She'd ball up a fist and lightly hit your arm with a teasing intent. You'd smile wider,
"I mean… if you're offering."
Her eyebrows raised at the response and she'd snicker some. With a quick roll of her eyes, she'd grab your arm and pull you into a tight embrace. Her hold was strong and her body was warm, the perfect combination for a good hug but that wasn't the end of it, oh not at all. She'd spend a point of her Ki, especially since she knew she'd have it back by the next time she'd really need it, to summon the translucent arms she always seemed to fight with. With these, she'd up the intensity of the hug, a now four-armed hold that felt like … home, in a way. You smiled even wider, your heart warmed with a strong love you had for your friend (be it platonic or romantic ;)) and you'd find yourself hugging back, just as … or well, no, you could try to be as intense as her, but you wouldn't even come close to it. You held each other for quite a while, or what seemed like it, and when you let go, you both were smiling wide.
"I won't lie, that was one hella good hug."
Amber would say, crossing her arms over her chest. What she didn't know was that a certain someone was lurking in the shadows, watching this tender moment between you and your friend, and, all of a sudden, you heard a loud, booming voice.
"VIBE CHECK!"
The voice was unmistakable, it was Uncle Joshy, and this was really proven when he landed on top of Amber, tackling the girl to the floor,
"God dammit Joshy! We're kinda havin' a moment here!"
Amber would call out, pushing the other off of her. Joshy would jump up to his feet, a proud smile on his lips as he laughed,
"You always gotta be ready, Amber, Your enemies don't wait for you to have tender moments with friends, now do they?"
He'd question, raising an eyebrow. Amber scoffed and waved him off as he ran back inside. Looking over to you, Amber seemed to shake off the whole thing, quickly.
"Alright, let's get inside now, don't wanna stand out here too long and give the guy another chance to jump me."
You'd smile and nod, and she led the way into the building, where you'd wait for your comrades.
Summary: Sure, he understood well why they had to do it, but did he want to? Of course not. After making their way to Earth C, Karkat Vantas has to face and help his moirail, Gamzee Makara, who was stuffed into a fridge. He’s scared for and maybe of his friend, but what hurts most is the guilt that he feels.
Time and time again has he found himself standing in front of the dark home. It was depressing, a heart breaking sight, as one of the few homes on this new Earth that had found itself to be… in a somewhat place of decay. The one who sat there, the one who found himself in front of this home was Karkat Vantas, a short troll with stubby horns and short, black, spikey hair and inside the home was … his moirail.
At this point, could he even be considered that? After what Karkat had done, abandoned his friend, left him to … rot, in a sense, inside of a fridge? Only for him to crawl his way out, on his own, and make a home for himself in the most depressing sight. A run down building, one Karkat was sure that Gamzee barely threw together himself, maybe with help from a consort or something along those lines. The home had paint peeling off the what almost looked to be rotting wood, holes present within the walls and roof of the home, and shattered windows, who knows from what. Every single time that he found himself here, it was more and more of a shock, especially as the quality only seemed to get worse.
Karkat was a coward, he knew this well of himself. It wouldn’t be true if he had already found himself at the front door in the many times he’s been to this home, but he just… couldn’t. He was a coward, not wanting to face is own guilt, his own sadness for his friend and … he had no idea how the other was holding up. Was he still in his crazed state? Still wanting to shed the blood of his friends, to cause pain? But … in reality, was that even ever him in the first place? Did Gamzee really want to hurt the people he surrounded himself with for such a long time? People that the troll seemed to confide in, people that the troll seemed to love and care for. What changed?
A/N: Recently I’ve listened to TAZ and I’m literally obsessed with it and this idea has been haunting my mind so I’m going to share it with you.
Summary: It’s been a few months since everything, since the day of story and song, and Taako finds himself struggling with forgiveness. Specifically forgiving Lucretia.
Genre: Fluff to Angst
Taako Taaco, Lup Taaco, Barry Bluejeans, Lucretia.
Word Count: 3,738 words 20,247 characters
It was a few weeks after the Hunger, an entity that was defeated after a century, after years of running and fighting it, they finally crushed it. Of course, it took so long, but they didn’t do it alone. So many people, hand in hand, fought the Hunger and through trial and error and many close calls, it was finally gone.
After some weeks had passed, days of repairs and recovery from such a battle, and days after Lup had gotten her body back, they took a moment to just relax. It would be a day in which they could take a break from the tiring work of rebuilding that was destroyed. Some people took it, some people didn’t, but two of the people who did decide to let themselves lean back were Taako and Lup. Two elves who were jumping at the opportunity to lounge away in a laziness that they haven’t been able to have in so so long, and definitely not with one another.
Hello!! Could you possibly write an angst-to-fluff Dilucxgn!reader where Diluc is touched starved from being distant from everyone for so long but the reader is there to comfort him? No rush, whenever you get the chance to is fine! Also drink some water! :3
A/n: HEY !!! Hey guys it’s been a hot second, but guess who’s back and with a silly little suggestion answer!
I’ve been really busy with school starting up as well as after school activities and just motivation in general, so hopefully I’ll be able to do more writing for you all!
I have also updated the request board to more characters and media! Please feel free to ask if I do any certain media.
This does mean that requests are open again!!!
༶•┈┈୨♡୧┈┈•༶
A Warm Embrace
Summary: Being touched wasn't something very familiar to Diluc. As each day goes past, he can't help but observe as couples hold one another and jealousy moves through his chest. Maybe you can fix that.
It’s hard to hold onto the want of touch when you’re so distant, you know? Pushing the people you care about away, the people who want to help you, just to keep them safe from the danger your life holds.
This, of course, was not your mindset, but the person you find to be spending the most time with these days. Diluc Ragnvindr.
You knew him well, from days upon weeks of visiting the bar he found himself at most often, speaking with the other, you find yourself to be close to him. Well, at least you would consider so.
As you made your way through Mondstadt’s streets, allowing the hard-bottomed shoes of yours to click on the stone below. With each step, a flutter felt more and more comforting in your chest, and soon dropped to your stomach as your mind mixed worry with joy.
You couldn’t help it, with each movement you got closer to the place you considered to be a home away from home, the place where he, Diluc, happened to be. After meeting him, you made it a mission, almost, to become closer to him. But, flying way too close to the sun, you happened to figure some feelings for him within that mind of yours.
It was stupid, you thought, a silly little crush for kids, one you had on such a man who barricaded his mind in a way like protecting a home from a storm, the storm being life. But little did you know or even come close to understanding, you just happened to be the eye of that storm, the calm that allowed him peace.
You hear the sound of a bell as you open the door, announcing your arrival to the one’s who were paying attention in the tavern. One including Diluc, the bar tender, wiping down a glass with a white cloth. With you walking in, as well as the bell, it wasn’t long until his eyes fell onto you. With how the two of you have discussed in the past, you half expected the other to flash a smile at you, but all he did was give you a gentle nod. The slightest bit disappointed, you flash him your own grin, taking a seat down at the bar, your chair creaking under you.
“Why hello there, you find yourself to come here more and more often, don’t you?”
Diluc places down the glass in front of you, picking up a bottle of your favorite drink, and pouring the liquid for you to drink. You had started a tab not too long ago in which you pay every month or so, in which he appreciates.
“Well, why wouldn’t I? The company such as yourself just happens to be something I prefer than most.”
You spoke in such a way that was almost mocking your friend’s pattern of speech, and with the smirk that settled onto your lips he couldn’t help but let out the slightest of grumble. But even so, even as he expresses displeasure with the noises that escaped him, the corners of his lips seemed to twitch into the slightest of smile.
With your hand grasping the glass, your fingers wrapping around slowly, you brought it up to your lips to take a gentle sip of the beverage with a breath of relief. Such a drink was just what you needed after the day you’ve had.
With your vision attached to your belt, dangling off a small chain, you used your weapon to attack the beast in front of you; the Blazing Axe Mitachurl. It wasn’t something hard to fight, definitely not with your experience, but you knew well that fighting such right after the anemo hypostasis wasn’t the best idea. With each swing, your body couldn’t help but become more and more heavy, exhales of breath that burned your lungs. Though, as your elemental power would activate, glowing a radiant color, it bursts with your last hit and defeated your opponent.
You were tired, fatigued after the battles you have endured. Running a hand through your silky hair, taking a seat upon the grass on the hill as you took out a meal you packed before your adventure. With a lightness coming upon your body through each bite, you finally allow yourself to relax, to calm down from the adrenaline that pumped through your veins.
Standing up, with a palm pushing yourself up to stand onto your feat with a small yawn, you’d finally be back on your way to the city. Everything was alright, everything was calm and going to be just fine as you could make your way home. That’s what went through your head when you were walking and you’d continue to think so until your foot got caught on a tree’s root and you went tumbling down the hill.
As you fade back into reality, wincing to yourself at the image of your fall appearing in your head, you find yourself to be finishing up your drink. Downing the last few drops, you gently placed the glass back onto the counter. You hadn’t realized you were spacing out for a while, or well, enough time for Diluc to become distracted himself.
Your eyebrows furrow as your gaze lingers on the male for quite some time, observing his features that were lighten by the warm light that illuminated the room. Propping your arm up to lean into, you finally notice the other’s glances weren’t just random. Your eyes followed his gaze and found him to be staring at a couple in the corner of the room who were cuddling up close together. You were quick to become confused, not understanding his interest in the two; maybe he knew them? But as your eyes jolted back over to the man with red hair, but you found his eyes looking elsewhere now. Once more you’d follow his watch and found him looking at a couple, one who often came into the tavern to gain some alone time. They were holding hands, presented on the table, and scooted in close as they spoke with one another. Sure you knew that Diluc knew his patrons but not personally to have any concerns with them, right? You could only assume that something alone those lines happened to be what was on his mind, but as you stared... observed the pale skinned male, his broad stance as he’d look back down to what he was preoccupied with, you decided to question him about it.
“You alright?”
A simple question, expecting a simple answer, but what you got was a jolt from the other. It wasn’t unusual for you to talk to him during your visits, but maybe such a question wasn’t expected. He cleared his throat, adverting his gaze away from your curious one and took a deep breath.
“It’s nothing.”
Shaking his head, he’d give you an answer he knew you weren’t gonna be satisfied with. You weren’t exactly stubborn, you just had a kind heart, he knew that well, the kind of heart that wouldn’t accept what he gave you if you thought something was wrong.
“Nothing my ass, you’ve been staring at people for a while, Luc. You’re nuts if you think I’m going to believe nothing is on your mind.”
You’d exclaim, but of course not loud enough for everyone in the bar to hear amongst the chatter that clouded the atmosphere. You knew him all too well, he made a certain face when something was bothering him, but figuring out exactly what it was happened to be the challenge.
“You’ve been watching a handful of people for some time, is there something the matter with them?”
You’d question, raising an eyebrow at the other while you tilted your head to the side, your hair following suit. Diluc seemed to bite the inside of his cheek, narrowing his eyes at you while crossing his arms over his chest.
“And it seems that you’ve been watching me, hm?”
He didn’t smile, but the tone that lingered on his tongue told you he was teasing. It allowed you to relax a bit, knowing that he didn’t seem all that stressed, whatever he was worried about.
“But no,”
He’d continue,
“It isn’t them ... per se, just...”
With a sigh, he seemed to look away, a red dusting his features as he dropped his hands to his sides and allowing his eyebrows furrowing into a tight knot. Shaking his head, he’d turn to look at you once more.
“Stick around and I’ll tell you after, if you last that long.”
He’d say teasingly, as if you were the kind of person to get bored easily or pass out depending on your drink. You were. Narrowing your eyes, you would let a hum buzz from your lips, thinking about his words.
“You drive a hard bargain,”
Your voice was in a playful tone, almost mocking some other person you’d never met who happened to be a shop keep of some kind.
“I like it. I’ll stick around, but you gotta promise me you’ll talk to me about what’s up.”
You’d place out your hand, for a hand shake requesting the other to shake on such a deal. To that, he chuckled, a smile peaking up on the corners of his lips before shaking his head lightly at you. But he did as he was requested, putting out his own hand and giving you a firm shake to confirm their deal.
“You have my word.”
He’d say, short and sweet before moving to get back to work. There were customers to be served and people to calm.
And so time went by. Minutes turned to hours and the two of you had conversation here and there but you mainly did what you wished to do. You found yourself talking to some other patrons you know, Kaeya at one point, allowing you to pass the time with ease. With each click of the clock, with one drink every now and then from your bar tending friend, with each smile that you gave to the people you talked to, it wasn’t long before people began to file out of the building late into the night.
The both of you were surprised by the fact that you indeed made it so far. You were tired, sure, but you were still going and Diluc was almost impressed with your will to find out what was on his mind. It was ... kind of charming in a way and he couldn’t help but feel so cared for. With a yawn, and a stretch of your arms, you would move your gaze to the other with a cocky smirk.
“So, you gonna talk or what?”
You’d ask, propping your arm up and tilting your head into the palm of your head. Swinging your legs back and forth, you watched as he let out an elongated sigh, walking over to sit next to you. Now that he was off the clock, he was able to sit next to you as a real person, not just a bar keep.
“I did promise such, didn’t I?”
He’d ask before allowing the playfulness that lingered between you both fade, continuing. He’d hesitate, opening his mouth to speak and at first nothing escaped from his throat. Thinking, figuring out what truly was on his mind.
“It’s hard to explain.”
He began,
“It’s never been as such, but recently as I observe the people of this tavern I feel ... weird. My chest feels tight and as I watch... others interact with one another, my grip tightening around whatever I hold.”
Frustration poured off his tongue, dripping onto every word that he finally spilled out to you. With intent, you listened to the one you cared for the most, allowing his feelings to process in your head before letting your brows sink into a knot.
“...When I followed your gaze ... you were always watching people who happened to be more intimate than friends, lovers who hold hands.”
A mumble to yourself, attempting to come to some sort of conclusion with the information he gave you and what you already know...
And finally it seemed to click.
“Are ... you jealous?”
Your heart couldn’t help but skip a beat as those words left your mouth. Why? Because you wished that he was, hoped that you could maybe ease such jealousy? It’s possible.
To your words, he seemed surprised, but only for a moment till his face sunk with disappointment and confusion. Baring his teeth, and moving a hand to rest on his chest, he became a bit stressed at such an idea. You couldn’t tell, but he began to become a bit disoriented, closing his eyes and taking deep breaths. For that second, he felt so alone, so trapped in his own head. Jealous? Of what? The closeness that other people shared? The hold of arms around the one’s he observed? He didn’t need it, he didn’t need to be held like a damn child, like some kid who didn’t know how to handle himself.
But as he opened his eyes to see your worried face, those thoughts collapsed like a house after a tornado.
He didn’t need it.
But he wanted it so bad.
To be held, to hold someone else in his arms and to be able to feel their breath on his skin. To listen to a heartbeat close to his own, and just be able to feel the heat of someone else right next to him.
Tears glazed over his eyes for a moment before he blinked them away and shook his head.
“...Maybe.”
Was all he could muster out through a mumble. You moved a hand to place gently on his shoulder and he seemed to flinch slightly, startled at the contact, but when you went to pull it away, he’d softly grab your hand.
“...No wait...”
He cut himself off with a shaken breath. Regret lingered in his words, right away wanting to take back his action, but you seemed to understand quite quickly. Getting up from where you sat, you took a single step towards him and wrapped your arms around him, embracing the one you love so much and resting your head on his chest.
“It’s okay, everyone needs a hug once in a while.”
You’d say, listening as his heart began to race, seemingly matching the pace of your own that pounded in your chest, loud enough to beat in your ears. From the glossiness that had found it’s way to his eyes before, you half expected the other to break into tears. He didn’t. He slowly wrapped his arms around you, pulling you in close and nuzzling his face right into your head.
“Thank you.”
Summary: You doubted the love you felt for your friend, knowing or thinking you knew that he could never love you back. But what a mistake that would be.
Camilo Madrigal x GN!Reader
Genre: Angst
Warning: Yelling
A/N: This was technically written for another ship, but because I haven’t posted in a few days, And I wrote this little oneshot for my friend, I might as well post it for you all so you can get your food.
Hiiiii!! Would you be able to write a Greed x gn reader where the reader is captured by the other homunculi as a trap for Greed, but Greed shows up to save them anyway? Your choice on if you want it to be a happy ending or a sad ending😈
And For you, I Will Always Be There.
Summary: You find yourself to be in quite some trouble as you are in the hands of the group of homunculi that causes issues for this country. But even in trouble, especially with his family, the one homunculi on your side will be there.
Genre: Hurt to Comfort
Greed x GN!Reader
Warning: Slight blood mention and violence
A/N: Yeah I know Lust is technically dead when greedling exists but in this universe the events of FMAB is a bit more played out, allowing father to once again give Lust a place in the family because of you.
You woke up, your eyes fluttering open with heaviness incasing the lids that protected your eyes. You felt exhaustion roll through your body like a bolder down a hill, it hit so quickly, as soon as you awoke from the slumber you don’t remember falling into.
But as soon as they opened, your vision focused, and you began to look around, you couldn’t help but notice ...
You had no idea where you were.
Panic soon erupted in your chest as you went to open your mouth, but to no avail, as something seemed to be stuck to your lips, not allowing your lips to even separate. Letting out small mumbles of annoyance, you would soon try and move your limbs, try and get up, but it didn’t take long for you to notice your legs and arms tied down onto the seat you found yourself to be sitting in.
Where were you? Who had done this? What was going to happen to you?
Questions of a similar sort seemed to flood your head as you stared down at your lap in almost complete silence, besides the sounds of your frantic breathing from your nose.
But this silence didn’t last long, as a demanding voice that you knew all too well that was so smooth with an ever so hint of rasp that came from the back of the other’s throat. Envy.
“Well well~! Look who’s awake! Greed’s little play thing, hm?” They commented, narrowing their eyes at you as they made their way towards you, hands on their hips. They slammed a foot down onto your chair, right in between you legs, allowing them to lean ever so close to you,
“You know, you sleep for quite some time, and all I did was knock you out! I thought your were dead for a while,” They continued to speak as they grab you by the face, moving it around with a forceful grip, observing your features.
“Now now, Envy, leave out guest alone. You don’t want to scare them now, do you?” A more feminine voice hit your ears, and your eyes couldn’t help but move to it’s origin. A young women, with long black hair and a black dress. It was the one known as Lust.
Now, these two you didn’t know personally, just of them and what they looked like from maybe one or two encounters. As they held you there, you stared in slight shock, slight terror even, and most of all, frustration. You knew exactly what they were after when they brought you here.
The one you cared for most . . . Greed.
These were the homunculi of Amestris, ones who brought terror to so many people in the past, caused the greatest downfall of the country. You wouldn’t have figured this all out without the help of the one who went rouge. To you, it seemed like they wanted some sort of revenge.
You were soon let go by the greenish haired sin, one who couldn’t help but let out a small, sinister giggle as the backed away.
“Surely you know why you’re here, mortal one. It would be idiotic for you not to understand.” They say as they leaned on some sort of concrete pillar nearby.
You didn’t respond, as if you could. You simply glared with eyes of annoyance. Envy couldn’t help but smile at your frustration that you barely even showed, as they were going to make another comment, another voice seemed to speak up. One deeper than any you’ve heard in a while, and so a shiver couldn’t help but move down your spine,
“Envy, stop tormenting them. Like Lust said, they are our guest, so wouldn’t you treat them as so?” The voice spoke, as a figure seemed to stand from a farther seat, seeming to approach. This being had blonde, almost white hair, and old looking features.
“I’m sorry father,” Envy would begin, “You just know how I like to play with knew toys though..”
Father? This was Father? The one that Greed spoke of?
You stared in slight fear, trying to use every source in your being to stop yourself from shaking, but even so, no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t help but tremble in such a presence.
The male seemed to lean down, taking two fingers and tearing off whatever had stopped you from being able to speak. You let out a small gasp, and even as your lips were unsealed, you couldn’t speak a word. You only seemed to bare your teeth.
“Now, I cannot make you tell me anything young one, but surely you understand that my child will be on his way at any moment. Greed knows where we are, I’m sure you know.” The one named Father says as he looks down at you, hands rested neatly behind his back. You would move your gaze down, trying to find some sort of courage to speak inside of your chest.
But as you thought about it... you couldn’t ever imagine him coming back for you... there was only one way that could happen. Ling would have to convince him and, honestly, it wasn’t an easy job. You knew that all too well.
“You would be a fool to think he would come for me. I am not his priority, I am his secondary choice, if that.” Your heart spiked in pain as you spoke, hurting as you thought this was true.
You were about to continue to speak to the ones in front of you, but soon you felt a pain in your face and your head jolted to the side.
A slap across the face, and when your eyes moved to see who had done it, it was none other than the sin of jealousy.
“Who ate your manners, tool. You dare speak to your host like that, you’re disgusting.” They insulted you, with not an opposing word to stop them. You felt as your eyes began to be consumed by a light gloss over your vision.
“...I-” You were soon interrupted by a voice you knew all too well, even more than the homunculi that stood in front of you.
“Yeaaa, wow Y/n, didn’t think you thought that way sweets. I think you’re the one to be called stupid to be thinking so.” The voice echoed through the room, and even if you couldn’t see the face that went with it, you just heard the grin that coated those words.
You gasped just a bit as soon the source of the voice would soon be right in front of you, denting the ground from the jump he decided to take. Red sparks moved off of his body as a cloud of dust seemed to disperse away from him, and in sight would be the one and only Greed.
“You were right dad, I did happen to make my way here. But not for you guys, you’re gonna have to take a rain check on that.” The male comments, allowing a snarky smirk to continue to drip his tone.
“As I would think so. You’re more predictable than your human here seems to understand,” Father comments as he wouldn’t even look at the one he called son. On the other hand, the other two homunculi that stood in the room seemed to take a few steps towards their sibling,
“Wow, look at you with your new look Greed. Still staying in that princes body, I see. Don’t get too comfortable, you’re going to be removed real soon.” Envy says as they leaned forwards towards their brother,
“And you didn’t take my fashion advice, huh? Real shame, you still look 5.” Greed spat back as he rolled his eyes. Taking a step towards envy, a claw would appear on his palm as his shield formed throughout his body without the slightest of hesitation. Greed jumps towards the other, stabbing the sharp knife like fingers into Envy’s flesh.
Envy let out a groan of pain as sparks began to right away move from where he was wounded. But it didn’t happen to be quick enough, as Greed soon moved passed the homunculus and soon was faced with you, a tied down mortal. About to take a step towards you, reaching out to help, when suddenly four long and sharp sword like weapons were forced into Greed’s body, pulling him back away from you, and forcing him into a wall.
The male let out a wince and a yelp as his body came to contact with the harsh material, now seeming to be prone on the floor. He would grasp his palms covered in darkness onto the blades, clenching them in his hands and soon shattering them from existence.
Now out of his body and his body healing, he soon would close his eyes into flat lines as a very certain smile appeared on his lips, and a more higher pitched voice escaped his mouth.
“Now! That’s really no way to treat family!” The voice says as he glanced over to you. It was Ling. You couldn’t help but watch in amazement as Greed seemed to simply allow the other to switch out.
Ling jumps out from where he stood, out towards where Lust stood, grasping her face with the palm of his hand and slamming it into the ground. In one more quick motion, the two males sharing one body were now standing in front of you, untying you from where you sat.
“Gotta go!” The younger boy exclaimed, picking you up into a bridal position as his eyes would soon change back to the open magenta ones.
You smiled, reaching your hand up to him,
“Greed...” You mumbled under your breath, as he couldn’t help but let out a gentle, amused breath. His eyes glanced back over to where everyone else stood, staring at him, anger in their eyes.
“Now, what a wonderful family reunion this was, but you know, I have some stuff to do, don’t you?” The sin of want spoke to his siblings as he soon jumped away from them all, using concrete pillars that were sort of broken down and easy to jump across to make an escape.
A low growl escaped Envy’s lips.
“What a joke! That was barely even a fair fight,” They comment as their eyes moved to who they considered to be a dad like figure to them,
“And what was with you! You didn’t even do anything to stop them!” Envy protested in annoyance.
“Well, of course. This was just a test, child. We will be taking drastic measures using this mortal Greed has seemed to become attached to. We will just have to wait and see to what comes of them.” Father spoke as he turned to sit back right where he was before.
Summary: For your entire life, you never knew how to swim. Your parents never had the time to teach you, and so during a hot summer day in the encanto, your lover happened to invites you to go swimming. But you didn’t tell him that you didn’t know how.
People, hard at work, even if heat swam through the streets, to the point you could see waves of warmth.
Sweat runs down people’s faces as they move around the community, helping out Luisa where the can.
But for a certain boy, one who’s hair was pulled up into a nice pony tail, keeping it out of his face. He walked through the streets, smiling gently as he had his hands in his pockets, resting loosely.
The male was heading towards a very certain building, one he seemed to often find himself at, even if it wasn’t his own. A big, goofy grin was across his lips as he would soon made his way up to the front door, bringing his fist up to the surface and holding it in the air for just a moment.
Summary: Did you know when you call an Adeptus’ name, the must come? And so, when in great danger, the voice of Arther, called out the name of Xiao, the vigilant Yaksha. He came in a flash of a moment.
Genre: Angst
Xiao x Aether
Warning: Angst, Gore, Genshin Spoilers, and Impaling Mention.
It was a day where clouds caked the sky like acrylic paint on a canvas and the smell of petrichor fill the air. Images of light flash through the sky and moments later the sound of thunder echos through the lands.
The weather, being so horrid as it quickly surrounds the setting he finds himself to retreat to.
Dragonspine.
The land that separated Mondstadt and Liyue with it’s icy mountains and a rough terrain. As wind blew at higher rates than most, snow flowed through the air quicker then a blink of an eye. The cold flakes piling up on the ground higher than the region has seen in ages. The cold was worse, pricking at anyone’s skin who dared even ventured into the waste land like knives.
could you write a camilo and isabela fanfiction? maybe where they're having a cousin bonding moment because they're Amazing.
camilo could hear isabela crying in her room because of the pressure of being perfect and he goes to see what's up and cheers her up and helps her!
Lirios Morados Para Isabella
Summary: Unknown to a lot of people, Camilo and Isabella have quite a nice bond. One day, when simply passing by, Camilo couldn't help but hear the sobs from his cousin and goes to help the girl.
Genre: Hurt/Comfort
Camilo Madrigal (He/They) and Isabella (She/Her) Familial
The sound of crying, soft sobs of sadness echoing through the room. It was unknown to the girl that those noises she let escape her lips could be heard outside her room door. Though there was something that just put her luck to the test, as the sun had already fallen, bellies already been filled, and eyes already been put to rest.
No one was awake.
Or, well, they shouldn't be.
The girl, one of the amazing Madrigals of the Encanto, always chose this time to vent out her frustrations float into the air, hot liquid run down her cheeks, and finally that smile be wiped from her lips. She knew, even if her super hearing primo would hear even the slightest sound, she wouldn't speak a word to anyone besides her brother. That's why she knew she was safe to be able to express herself truly.
She hated being painted as this perfect portrait that Abuela hangs up for the entire town to see. She loves her family dearly, but sometimes even putting up with the slightest weight could bring her down into a crashing pile of rubble.
She just wanted to be herself, without anyone telling her what she needs to be, what she has to be. Every action she takes, it was always to help push the family into greatness, and honestly, she wished she could just become a disappointment. But she could never let her mother and father down like that, nor her sisters, no matter how much she fights with them.
She just wanted to be enough as herself ya know?
As she sat there, her bed hanging low, close to the ground, unknowing to the girl, a very certain boy walked through the halls with a tired expression across his features. Camilo Madrigal, the shapeshifter of the family. They were going to head towards the kitchen to obtain something to drink, but soon sound of cries and sorrow swam through his ears, taking him off guard. The boy's eyes moved towards a very certain door, one that illuminated gold and was decorated with wood carven flowers.
Eyebrows furrowed on the male's features. Isabella? She was one of the last people he expected to hear sobs of such magnitude, but of course he would feel worried. The boy cared heavily for his prima, honestly, he cared for all of his familia, but as he listened to those cries, a familiar feeling stabbed through his chest.
Now, the curly haired boy stood in front of the magic door, and he would begin to contemplate in entering the flowery setting. Staring at the thresh hold, he couldn't help but hold his breath.
"God, stop being such el cobarde!" They spoke to themselves, shaking their head some as they placed their dark hand onto the decorated door nob. Turning it with ease, he entered the plant filled room, eyes darting quickly throughout the space, looking for the source of tears.
It didn't take long for his pupils to land on a girl dressed in purple, long dark hair moving from her head down her back, and she was sat in a position that allowed her hair to move in front of her features, shielding herself from any prying eyes. But unsuccessfully so, as a very specific gaze was put onto her from afar.
"Prima Isabella?" Camilo would ask, his voice echoing through the chamber, a worried look consuming his features as soon as they saw his elder family member.
A gentle gasp escaped her lips as her red eyes moved to look at the boy, "Cami?" She questioned as she wiped the tears from her eyes, or attempted, and rubbed her expression across the sleeve of the pijamas she wore. "Why are you here?" She asks as she rises to her bare feet.
"I uh, no sé. I could just.. hear you... crying and I just felt like I needed to check up on you." The boy couldn't help but feel nervous as she questioned him, feeling slightly nervous about bringing up the topic.
She let out a gentle sigh, shaking her head as she soon was back into sitting on the bed. It didn't take very long for Camilo to join his cousin, sitting next to her.
"What's gotcha down?" He would ask, tilting his head some. It took very few moments for the other to respond, as she took a deep breath and swallowed hard.
"...Es difícil de explicar. You wouldn't understand." She says as she shook her head, placing the palm of her hand onto her face, covering her features almost entirely. Camilo couldn't help but roll his eyes slightly, letting out a heavy sigh.
"Isa, hit me. I've been dumped with a bunch of this families drama, I can deal with a bit of perfect girl's problem." They would tease, elbowing her gently, and copying the other's action and rolling her eyes.
"That's just it Camilo. I don't want to be perfect." She said, a bit of venom in her tone. The feeling of guilt couldn't help but land on the boy's shoulders,
"Oh... I'm sorry Isabella I didn't me-" Soon being cut off from a small sigh, she would glance over to him.
"No no... It's fine, it's just... stressful ya know? Everyone has these expectations for me and it's like no one understands!" She would exclaim, throwing herself back, landing on her mattress gently. Camilo sighed softly, pushing himself back as well, landing next to her. He would glance over to her as she would stare up to the ceiling.
"Abuela... the family... They want me to be this picture perfect girl! The mascot of the family, the one to make anyone smile as soon as she walks into the room." She lets out a gentle huff, shutting her eyes tightly. Soon, Camilo's eyebrows furrowed into a tight knot as his own gaze moved up to the, what seemed like, to be a never ending void.
"Where you just want to be yourself? But everyone else wants you to be someone else?" The boy asks. Isabella's eyes shot open in slight surprise at the statement. Something she could relate to so heavily with, one of her family members felt the same?
But then she thought about it. With Camilo, everyone wants him to shift into someone else to do something, never wanting him. She looked at him with a worried look. Both of the cousins, now worried for one another, both ended up sitting up at the same time.
"Are you okay?" They ended up asking at the same time. Camilo's eyebrows raised a bit and Isabella's eyes widened some as they both let out a small fit of giggles,
"Yea... just being perfect is a lot you know? I'm stuck as a pretty portrait that Abuela want's to retratar al mundo. I wish she could just be proud of the image I want to be though..." Isabella expressed, glancing to the air above, placing her hands gently in her lap, back, for once, slouched just slightly as she began to relax.
Camilo nodded, the warmhearted expression moving across his features. The boy wrapped his arms around his cousin, letting out a small breath. "Yeah, I understand. I mean, I can't get what you're feeling, I don't know what it's like of the pressure to be perfect." They spoke, glancing to the side some. "But I know the want to be you, not someone else. . ."
For a moment, Camilo thought. "Why not... be who we want to be around each other? ¡Sólo tú y yo! We can express ourselves and be who ever we think we are...!" They would suggest as they pushed away gently from his cousin. Once looking at her features though, his smile only grew, as her own face was light up with joy at the idea.
"You would do that for me?" She asked, folding her hands together, placing them in front of her chest.
Camilo smiled wide, "Yeah! Of course Isa, it'll make us both happy, hm?" The boy asked, tilting his head some as the grin across his lips moved into a sly smile.
Soon he would be tackled into a hug by a giggling Isabella, "I would love that Cami! ¡Eres un primo tan bueno!" She would exclaim as she pulled him into a close, loving hug.
"Gahhh! Stop Isa!" They exclaimed, sticking out their tongue towards his cousin, letting out some giggles to accompany the expression. "¡Eres tan rara!" He teases as the both of them land in a tight hug, thrown back onto the girl's bed. Their giggle fits had calmed down as they gently placed their foreheads together as a loving expression.
"Thank you Cami." Isabella would say softly, closing her eyes.
"Yea, sure. Of course Isa." Camilo responds, looking at her with a gentle look, letting out a small exhale before he too would close his eyes.
Before long, the both of them were asleep, and happy.
Hi! If its ok could i get a fluffy androgynous ling (any pronouns) with a transmasc s/o who gets caught double binding? You're doing so well!! :3
Binding Safety
Summary: Safely knowing how to bind is very important! Especially for people just learning. But you've been binding for quite some time, right? Well, explain that to your partner, who has experience in such an action, when you get caught double binding.
You place your hand over your chest, letting out short breaths. You try and make the noises of your shaken exhales quieter, but it is hard to do when you feel as if your lungs were crushing into themselves. . .
Eyes looked over to you, ones you loved to gaze into, ones you loved to watch as they watched your own. But right now, you wish you were invisible to their gaze. Ling Yao, prince of his own country, and future ruler watched you with a worried view, "What's the matter?" He asked, furrowing his eyebrows some and tilting his head into a worried expression.
You shook your own, gulping hard on formed saliva that could barely even move down their throat from the pure panic that filled your head. "Y..yeah! I'm.. I'm okay..! Just... uh wait f..for me out here, I'll be right.. back!" You say in spaced-out breaths, gasps even, as you turn from the staring one.
You were staying at Winry's home, though no one besides you, Ling and Grandma Rockbell were in the home. Ed, Winry, and Alphonse had just left, and you were waiting till the evening to head to the place the two of you were staying.
And so, you ran up the stairs, tripping on your own feet and almost falling down the stairs. You let out sharp and painful breaths, soon getting up to the top floor. You burst into the nearest room, throwing your shirt off of your body and soon following was you ripping off the bandages that covered your cloth binder, making your chest seeming to be a bit more defined.
Relief washed over your body as you took in deep, heavy gasps of air, actually being able to breath again. What happened? What went wrong? You would ask yourself such a question as you placed a hand over your heart which pounded in your chest.
You were double binding that day, as when you woke up, dread moved through your mind as you stared at yourself. You couldn't help but do so when you wanted to tear through your flesh to remove the lumps that removed the feeling of masculinity from your mind. So you wrapped bandages around your binder, tight and close to your body to push down your chest more than usual, but it often came at a cost. Your breathing.
As you sat there, ending up sinking down to sitting on the back of your legs, staring down at the torn and scattered cloth in front of you. You were so focused on the feeling of breath once again that you didn't hear the footsteps moving towards where you were positioned.
Soon, you heard your name. ... A voice of a clear, worried, yet calm voice filled your ears like violins yet at the same time nails on a chalk board. You didn't want him to see you like this, you didn't want his gaze to stare at you, not a single look. Your breath seemed to increase in speed, quickening in pace when you inhaled and exhaled each time.
Panic.
You would turn to your lover, tears in your eyes and the look on the others features furrowing just a bit more. In a moment, he was next to you, a hand on your back and the other on his cheek. "Woah woah, it's okay, you don't need to cry its alright." They spoke, wiping the tears from your eyes.
"I'm sorry I didn't want you to see, I know it's bad I just can't look at myself otherwise.." You stuttered and stumbled over your words, trying to explain to your partner why you were acting the way you were,
"No no, you shouldn't apologize to me, but with your reaction, you know it's bad... You really shouldn't double bind." They spoke, caressing your check gently.
"I know I ... I know I just... I don't feel like... me. I just wish I could look how I want to." You spoke, letting out shaky exhales. A hand moved through your hair, and you looked up to them, gloss moving over your eyes.
"Yeah I know honey, I know..." They said as they pulled you into a close hug. "But you need to be safe... I can't have you hurting yourself..."
You would nod gently into their chest, "I'll be careful... I wont do it again..." You said,
"I'll take your word on it." They have you back up a little bit as they pinch your cheeks, giving you a large grin. "I love you (Y/n)."
