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name ; Avery Axis (Either name is fine with me!)
gender ; Non-Binary (Any Pronouns are fine, but mostly They/Them)
sexuality ; Pansexual
age: Chapter 21
zodiac: Gemini
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Well, for starters, I've been writing fanfiction since I was in the 6th grade (it started with Hetalia...not my proudest moment lol). I am an artist so I draw a lot as well. Most of my ideas come from dreams I've had or inspiration from other writings or media I have seen. I really like yandere and dark media, so beware please.
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does lord lorbium mcslorbium accept requests? i come to you, milord, humbly requestifgn audience
okay okay but foreal,, pokemonn guys of ur choice,, but with like reader who was isekaid into hisui, god called on his ipad he wants you to fight the devil idfk,, but anyway, what if the reader like,, reunites with the boys, how would they react to their now super badass and tough and hot s/o who now has cool ahh battle scars and muscles and trauma? we dont talk about that
omg i just had the biggest brainworm what if the boys gave reader some keepsake pre-isekai and then when they reunite reader pulls out the keepsake and goes "i always thought of you" and its like a major swoon moment?? i know id fold IMMEDIATLEY
also,, true lorbslorb fashion,, there could be some,,, making up for lost time 😊 *looks with utmost disrespect*
anyway man im just typing words this whole ask is just a monkey typing on a typewriter feell free to throw it in trash milord the monkey wont mind
Starrynightnight your brain is massive i will absolutely NOT be throwing it in the trash. also, yes, i do take request! you’re welcome at any time to come blurb ideas in my asks or properly request, however you want. i like to just chat about my ideas i have sometimes too. I shall indeed grant you this in my lorbest slorbiest fashion >;) sorry if this isn’t exactly how you wanted it, i kinda realized after i wrote it i could have done better lol. However while writing this i didnt realize how badly i wanted more N smut. I have a new mission in life: write more N smut.
My choices for this one are Arven, and N. I was going to do Emmet as well, feel free to send another request if you want that. Or if you want more of these two as well. or someone else. idk. fuck it. go crazy!!!
Warnings: mentions of trauma, implications of suicidal ideation, reader is sorta implied to be afab in N’s thingy but gendered terms arent used, only slightly proofread, it sucks a little bit but its kinda good… ish
Arven
When Arceus took you, he was sure he had to be cursed in some sort of way. It wasnt that he gave up on you immediately, just that ‘of course the person i love disappears without a trace. Why did i thing good things would be with me long term?’ … he didnt cope very well with you gone. It seemed such a cruel game the universe played with him. It just… hurt so bad to get comfortable enough to love and care for someone again- just to be ripped away again. The police didn’t really help either- not that they could, but they weren’t any comfort either. Telling him that they were most likely looking for your body rather than your safe return. It made Arven sick.
Your return wasn’t prepared for. It was a miracle. Arven was sure you were dead, But you seemingly just… formed back into existence. No one had answers about what happened, except you.
When the two of you got your first glances of each other again, Arven could recognize you from your eyes. He knew those eyes. As soon as you gaze met his, his knees buckled and he almost collapsed. He honestly looked just as disheveled as you- just in a tank top in and sweatpants when you saw him again. It was clear he hadn’t taken good care of himself while you were gone.
As soon as paramedics were able to verify you werent like, dying (which is a miracle- Arceus dropped you from the fucking sky AGAIN), you were sent home with Arven with orders to check in with a few doctors and go make a proper report on your situation in a few days. The trip was a bit quiet, Arven was so scared if he spoke you’d like, disappear.
When you get back to his dorm, things are slightly a bit more normal. The dorm… has been in a better state than the current one. Work Arven’s neglected to do stacked onto his desk, one of your old shirts you had left there on his bedside table, his traveling gear doesnt look like its really been touched. It seems all he’s been up to since you were gone was hiding from the world in here. You felt your heart strings twang a little, knowing he must have suffered so much while you were gone. Bless his heart… you’re home now, but goodness, he must have struggled so much.
You get a real shower for the first time in month, Arven willing gives you his clothes for once instead of you having to steal them from him. And once you’re out of the ancient galaxy team outfit (you make a mental note to tell him all about the galaxy team when you get the chance) he notices that- oh wow…
He couldnt help but place a hand on your upper arm, his hand slowly running up it as he felt your now much stronger arms up. Holy shit, you got ripped since he last saw you. He could feel his face heat up as his mind wondered. There were scars he didn’t recognize, tracing them with his fingers gently as he let his thoughts take over him. His daze doesn’t go unnoticed by you.
“You like them?” You tease, moving your arm up to flex them. “Pretty cool huh? I honestly didnt notice them until a few months ago.” You spoke, looking down at the scars on your arms. Arven gave your arm a gentle squeeze, gazing at them in admiration. “They’re…pretty impressive.” He says, trying his best to steady his voice as he speaks. “I once used these bad boys to tackle a full grown Ursaring that was trying to kill my Spheal. If you look…” you lifted your other arm, looking it up and down before pointing at a large scar. “That fucker got me good.” You said with a chuckle. Arven was speechless unable to properly process what you just said to him. An Ursaring…? Those things are usually like, 6 foot tall- and you fought a wild one with your bare hands?
He brings you into a big hug. As he holds you, he purposefully pulls the two of you down to his bed- flopping on top of it. You laugh as he moves his head to nuzzle into your neck, muttering to you about how much he missed holding you, how much he missed seeing you and just having you there. And he means it, you were such a good part of his life, and most days he felt like he wasn’t going to make it- he’s surprised he was even still alive. He couldn’t even bare to live most days without you and now he doesnt have to. He would thank Arceus if that bastard wasnt the literal god damn reason the two of you suffered so much. His heart sank, thinking about all the things you must have gone through- forced to live on survival mode for months as you desperately did what you could to live and please Arceus enough to earn his blessing to return to the time you belonged. That empathy lacking bastard…
His mind is frazzled, attempting to try and process everything. He curses his mind and body for not being able to keep an innocent outlook on this. He could feel his need for you begin to fog his senses, you were gone so long… he almost forgot what it was like to hold you, but he desperately wanted to remember what your hands felt like when they roamed over his body. He wanted to see what those new muscles of yours could do to him- but he was not about to attempt to indulge in that need when you literally just fell from the fucking sky. his needs could wait. He could enjoy the two of you cuddling like this. This is good, its so good.
The two of you chat back and forth for a little while. “i always thought of you, you know?” Arven told you. “I really thought you had died.” His voice wavered, tears threatening to fall from his eyes again. He felt your strong arms squeeze him- goodness, he could get used to that- before suddenly you pull away. hes confused- about to protest until he sees you pull something out of your pocket.
Its a little wooden figurine, one whittled by Arven himself, of Mabosstiff. He had made it out of boredom when you and him had gotten stuck in a cavern due to an unforeseen heavy storm. The two of you had been searching together for the herba mystica together- the last one Arven needed- before the weather became a problem. Arven had whittled it out of fire wood with his pocket knife just to keep his hands busy, but before he could toss the little thing into the fire, you stopped him. You had snatched the thing out of his hands, holding it to your heart as you looked him with a playful look of disgust. ‘Don’t kill it you monster! Its cute!’ He recalls you crying, faking a sob as you pet its head with your finger. ‘Its okay baby, i got you. You’re safe now…’ you cooed at it dramatically, Arven laughing heartily at your shenanigans. He never knew of a time you weren’t carrying that little thing around, wether in your pocket or bag it was always on you. He found it endearing that something he made out of boredom absent mindedly would become so important to you.
And yet, there it was. In your now scarred, calloused hands was the little wooden Mabosstiff- the single thing he couldnt locate when you disappeared besides you phone.
“I thought of you too, you know. I couldn’t stop thinking about you sometimes, you were one of the reasons I pleaded with Arceus so hard to bring me back…” you held the little figure to your chest, just like the first time you ever got it.
… maybe those previously mentioned needs of Arvens were a bit more urgent than he thought.
He pulled you closer, beginning to pepper kisses on your face and neck. Between kisses he told you just how much it hurt to be without you, how much he missed you, how much he needed you… how much he still does. The two of you shift onto the bed a bit more, at one point you lift him to straddle your hips. He let out a stifled whine at this, embarrassed at how much of an effect it had on him. If you yourself were in less of a needy state, you might’ve teased him. But any banter between the two of you would slow down his momentum. As he nipped and and kissed down you neck, your hands found his hips. You gave them a firm squeeze in encouragement, earning a slight buck of his hips.
“Tell me to stop,” he says at one point, believing himself to have taken it too far- that this was wrong of him. “I-I need you to tell me to stop.” His tone wavers, though. He wants this to go further, but you’re fresh out of such a scary situation he couldn’t ask this of you he couldn’t, he couldn’t-
“Don’t you dare.” You growled, desperate for this exchange to go exactly how you hope it will. You didn’t mean to growl at him like that, but the thought of this stopping now when you’re so damn close made you sick. His breathing hitches at your tone, not expecting you to be so… demanding. He could feel the excitement shoot through him, his need for some sort of friction almost unbearable. You had never exactly been the most dominant in bed, but… Your wish is granted.
He’s a bit rougher than what you were previously used to. Between love bites he begs you to promise you’ll tell him if you want him to stop. His hands shake as they roam your body, occasionally grabbing what he can as if to prove to himself you’re here, you’re truly here again. He runs a hand up your shirt, feeling each new groove and new scar that meets his fingertips. At one point he pulls away from you, almost ripping the shirt of you before diving back down, pressing kisses against all the skin he now has access. his breath is hot against your skin, sending shivers down your spine. He had made peace with the possibility that he’d never fuck you again, along with everything else, and now he never has to feel that agony of believing he’d never be satisfied again. As soon as he gets your permission, the pajama pants he had given you are ripped away too…
He fucks you like a dog in heat, bless his heart. He pins your hand that holds the little figure above your head, his fingers doing their best to intertwine with your own with the figure between your hands. You could overpower him with ease if you so desired, and he knew that- but you didn’t bother, letting your hand stay in his tight grip. Tears well up in his eyes as he buries he head in the crook of your neck while he fucks you like his life depends on it. Your other arm is wrapped around his shoulder, pulling him in close while your legs wrap around his hips- firmly holding his position. His whines are high pitched, absolutely lost in the sauce(lmao). he bites down on the flesh of your shoulder- something hes never done before- in an attempt to quiet himself, but it doesnt do him any good. Hearing you cry his name when he does makes him shudder, the sound going straight to his dick.
He doesnt stop when you cum, he only takes a second to breathe when he does. Tears fall down his face when he cums deep in you, his ragged breath fanning over your neck. When you reach up to wipe his tears away, he leans into your touch. He presses a kiss into your palm, before looking you in the eyes. “I-I… can i… again…?” he pleads through panting breaths. He’s a beautiful mess, his hair a mess and sticking to the sweaty, flushed skin of his face is some places. When you pull him in again, saying “please, I’ve missed this.” He whines softly, almost in what sounds like relief. Diving his head back into the crook of your neck it begins all over again, him pulling his hips back only to slam them back into you again. Your yelp only fuels his cumdrunk mind, your strong thighs squeezing his hips feeding into his need for you.
Its a long night. At some point you lose count of the highs you reach, left to nothing but a cockdrunk state as he fucks the sense out of you. Everything you went through in the almost year of being gone doesn’t seem to matter anymore, at least not now- not while he ruts into you like an animal, basically sobbing in the pure pleasure you bring him. He can’t get enough, he has so much repressed sexual frustration to get out and he couldn’t imagine pulling out any time soon. He’ll tucker himself out sooner or later, but… well. The next few days you might not be able to walk very well.
N
N was the first to notice you were gone, being the one to actually raise alert. The two of you had plans, he had went to your apartment to look for you when you didnt pick up the phone. His heart dropped when he found your bed empty, and your apartment emptier. It didn’t make sense, he left you there just last night. It didn’t make sense. After others were alerted, N became very… distant, from others. he wasn’t really that great at being close to others besides you anyway, but… he just sort of spiraled. He returned to his mindset from around the later half of his reign as king of team plasma- dissociative, almost perpetually nauseated at his inner turmoil as he tried to understand. He paces in your apartment for hours- he never seems to leave it. he refuses to, living there for the time you’re gone. He surrounds himself with your belongings, sleeping in your bed with the jackets you wore just to be surrounded by your scent. None of it makes sense to him, he borders on madness as he tries so hard to understand what could have happened. Perhaps you ran away? No, even if you wanted to run away from him and your other loved ones you’d leave a trace. Were you kidnapped? The police say there was no sign of forced entry, the apartment was untouched before N entered it. Nothing. Made. Sense. Whatever happened to you had to be supernatural in nature- and N hated that what happened to you might entirely be out of his realm of comprehension.
His madness came to an end at some point though. N got news a bit late due to his lack of contact with anyone- but after the police called him about 3 times he begrudgingly picked up, believing it to be someone just doing another wellness check on him to make sure he didn’t throw himself off a building or something. But you were back. You were safe. You were alive. N didnt move from his spot on your bed when he got the phone call, freezing when he heard the news. But as soon as his phone buzzed in his hand, an incoming call from you instead. he snapped out of it.
N answered the call, hanging up on the police to answer you. on your end you could hear him frantically gathering things, running through your apartment and down the stairwell as he spoke to you. He pleaded with you on the phone to tell him what happened, out of breath as he sprinted for the hospital you were being kept at. In his frazzled mind, he didn’t even think to call for any sort of cab.
When he arrived, you were in the midst of being discharged. Bursting through the ER’s doors like a madman, holding one of your favorite hoodies in one hand and his phone to his ear in the other. He freezes when you look at him, and for a second the two of you just stare at each other until finally he lets out a laugh in disbelief. He closes the gap between the two of you, picking you up. He smiles brighter when you laugh at this, twirling and laughing along with you despite the nurses urges to be careful. He puts you down again, pulling you into a tight hug. “You’re alive,” he whispers in disbelief. “You’re alive, you’re alive!” He says through laughter, pressing a kiss to your cheek.
“I’m alive,” you say. “Im alive, I’m back, I’m so sorry-” “No, don’t say that, don’t apologize.” He says lowly, giving you a gentle squeeze. “None of this is your fault. None of it.” He whispers into your ear. you can hear it in his voice that hes holding back tears.
The nurses at the front desk confirm that you’re safe to leave, giving you a date to come back to check in on you. N wraps your hoodie around you, zipping it up for you as he looked into your eyes. “We’re gonna go back home, okay? We’re gonna go back home and everything’s gonna be okay, I’m gonna cook you a warm meal a-and everything’s gonna be alright,” As he speaks, his eyes begin to well up with tears he tries desperately to blink away. When you press a gentle kiss to his nose he has to stifle a sob- hes just so happy you’re back.
When you get back to your apartment, you notice it’s been fairly lived in. You’re not upset at this or anything- your pokemon have been well fed, the place is honestly cleaner that it has been any point that you lived in it. You notice the clothes you left in the hamper have been washed and hung up, the few dishes you left were washed and put away. N took such good care of your apartment while you were gone, and while it was just a simple act of kindness you felt your heart swell at it. You could cry, he was so lovely to you.
Your thoughts were interrupted when N gently cupped your face with one hand to look at him. Before your gaze can even meet his, he presses a kiss to your lips. The kiss is a bit rough, N pushing you gently into the wall behind you. But before you can run your hands up his chest like you know he likes, he pulls away. “I’ll make dinner for you,” He says, giving you a loving look “don’t worry about anything, ill take care of everything- just go relax.” He says, pressing a kiss to your forehead before pulling away from you… much to your dismay. He takes hands his hat on the coat rack and quickly moves to the kitchen, leaving you against the wall wishing for a little something else. N was always a little dense when it came to initiating, sometimes oblivious all together. ‘Its not his fault’ you thought to yourself, letting out an amused huff. Even now, even with N’s silly shenanigans as he excitedly tried to talk to you about what you want to eat, you couldn’t help but sigh in relief. There he is, there you are… you’re home.
You attempted to help N with dinner, but he wouldn’t have it. You just were shooed away gently, told to go relax and get comfortable. You chose to shower, getting yourself clean and finally back into clothes that were comfortable. By the time you were out the bathroom, N had finished making you dinner. Spring rolls… god bless. N smiled over to you, swooning at a more familiar you. But you can see in his expression when he notices something.
N approaches you, placing a hand on your arm. “Goodness, you put on a lot of muscle since you were gone, I hadn’t noticed under that uniform you wore…” He says, almost with stars in his eyes. His hand felt down your bicep, then gently taking your wrist to analyze your forearm. He seemed completely mesmerized by them it seemed. You smirk up at him. “Like what you see?” You attempt to tease. Bless his heart, he’s oblivious.
“Of course I do, I like you.” He says bluntly, before looking back up to you. “I love you, actually. I dont think I say that enough. I love you.” He speaks softly, his gaze on you intense. Your face heats up at his raw honesty- how’d he manage to get you flustered without trying? you were the one trying! He places his forehead against yours, moving a hand to cup your face. “I never stopped thinking about you, you know.” His gaze softens slightly, his pretty teal eyes never leaving yours. “I missed you so much.”
Before you could respond to him, you remembered something. Patting your pockets of your shorts, you pull something out. N’s eyes light up.
Awhile back, N had been attempting to explain the void-cube like puzzle gadget to you. He fidgeted with it often, but one time in particular you had questioned what it was. “Its… similar to a rubiks cube. A bit more complicated,” he lifted it for you to see. “and as you’ll notice it lacks a center or fully colored sides, instead opting for a multicolored pattern on each side.” He turns it, moving it so you can get a look at each side. You gently took it from his hands, taking a look for yourself. You smiled, running your thumb over the engraved pattern on one side. “I can’t even solve a normal rubiks cube, i think i’d die if i had to solve this.” You had laughed, handing him his cube back. N cocked his head to the side as he took it back from you. “You don’t know how to solve a rubiks cube?” He asks, blinking at you a few times. The question was that meant to sound rude, you knew that, but you couldn’t help but snort at it. You don’t really get an opportunity to answer- within a second hes up, rooting through a bag of his belongings. “What are you looking for?” You ask, an amused smile on your face. He doesn’t answer, seemingly too focused on whatever he was up to. Before you could ask again, he lets out a little ‘ah!’ as he pulled something out. Returning to you, N motions for you to open your hands. When you do, a little solved rubiks cube is placed in your hands. “Here, you can have this one. It just a regular one, i have a handful of them.” He says, smiling to you brightly- before looking back to it and seeming to realize something. He takes it back from your hands, holding in such a way he was shielding your vision from it as he mixed up the combination. He looked away, closing his eyes so that he himself wouldn’t know- but that wasn’t really fair, he could do these things with his eyes closed. he could probably reverse everything he just did without opening his eyes… but anyway. Satisfied that he mixed up the cube enough, he places it back into your hands. “There! Now you can solve it yourself!” He chirped. Seeing your already confused expression as you analyzed each side of the cube, he seated himself a little closer to you where you were sitting. “I could show you a few techniques, if you want.” He said softly, leaning a bit into you. You had smiled, chuckling because you knew this was his little way of flirting with you wether he’s meaning to or not. You looked down at the cube- yeah… you were gonna need some help.
… but here it was. It had been through a bit, chipped on some sides, some paint on the sides scratched, but still the same cube he had given you back then. and it was solved.
“I spent a lot of those nights alone, but every night I’d work on it a little… and when i finally got it i was so excited to show you again. I held onto this thing so carefully people there actually thought it was a religious artifact.” You laughed as you spoke, looking fondly at the little cube. N looked at it in wonder, taking it from your hands gently to analyze each side. That’s why he couldn’t find it in your apartment! It went with you!
N felt emotion swirling within him, some of which he couldn’t begin to describe. He tugged you into a tight hug, nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck. You hummed in amusement as you wrapped your arms around him. “Hey… It’s alright. Im here now N.” You say, earning what sounds like a whine from him.
“I really missed you, I missed you so much,” He whines, tightening his hold on you. “I couldn’t take it some days, it was so quiet without you- I couldn’t stand it, I couldn’t stand its I couldn’t,” you heard his voice wobble, tears beginning to sting your own eyes as you felt his begin to stain your shirt. You cursed your needy, emotional self silently before you moved a hand to his hip. Grabbing it firmly, you tugged him closer. “You don’t have to anymore. Why don’t we make up for some of that lost time, huh…?” You said, your own voice wavering as you tried desperately not to let those tears fall. This was a happy moment, you two were gonna make it a happy moment if you had to. N is silent for a second, seemingly freezing in place. Your heart drops- maybe you were being to hasty with this, maybe you were pushing him a bit too far- he had a lot to process here too, of course you shouldn’t have tried to initiate-
Your frantic thoughts are brought to a screeching halt when you feel N tug the knot on your shorts drawstrings loose, the fabric almost immediately falling from your hips. Before you could say anything, N gently falls to his knees. One of his hands gently push up your shirt, the other gently tugging your shorts to fall off your hips. They fall with ease, hitting the ground as N places a kiss to your inner thigh. His gaze reaches yours, his eyes doing all the pleading his tongue couldn’t as he rested his head against you thighs. His face is flushed a deep red, his breathing becoming labored as he waits patiently for your command. You almost short circuit at the sight- this was a much different pace compared to what you were used to with him. You couldn’t even dignify him with a proper response, only being able to whine out a simple “please.”
Dinner was forgotten about, N instead deciding he was much hungrier for you. You could almost see him drooling at the sight of you before he feasted upon you. You were forced to lean against the counter behind you, your legs beginning to shake holding your weight. N groped your strong thighs firmly, his hands never seeming to hold still as they traced and memorized each and every new scar and groove you had. The kitchen filled with obscene sounds as he ate you like you were the last meal he’d ever have.
At one point you had closed your thighs around him a bit tighter than you intended, causing you to sputter out an apology- embarrassed at your seeming lack of control. but when you try to shift your positioning to give N more room, he growls into you. He pawed at your thighs, desperately pulling them to close around his head again. His eyes met yours again and they pleaded with you, an expression on his face that you could only imagine said “please suffocate me with your thighs.” You grant his wish, and you feel him moan into you, his hips bucking- desperate for some sort of friction against his aching, clothed cock.
If you’d let him he’d likely live between those thighs of yours. You have to basically pull him off of you and drag his dazed self to the bedroom.
The two of you hardly waste time- N usually liked to get at least most of his clothes off during sex but he just couldn’t be bothered. When you go to close the door, he lays on the bed on his back, desperately clawing at his belt. You move to crawl atop him, helping him with his belt- his hands trembling too bad to do it himself. He shifts his pants down just enough that his cock could be free. Usually you’d tease him a little just to prolong it a little longer, but you’re sure you’d break him if you did. You one hand up his chest causing him to shudder under your weight. You waste no more time sinking down on him, earning a choked sob from him. His hands find your thighs again, gripping them tight enough you’re sure they’ll bruise.
It’s the loudest N has ever been, he usually was so quiet in bed but he cant seem to contain himself. He mewls your name as you ride him, whining and sobbing out praises. Tears stream down his face- its just so good, its perfect, its better than how he’d imagine it would be. So many nights he felt so filthy as he laid in your bed, fucking into his hand like a horny teenager. He’d close his eyes, surrounded by your scent he’d imagine you were there, fucking his pretty cock. He’s snapped out of his thoughts when your hand takes ahold of his throat. It doesn’t hurt, your grip is firm but he can still breathe fine. Your eyes widen at your own action, having done it in the heat of the moment. You choke out an apology between panting breaths, moving to loosen your grip on him- but he wont have it. He ruts his hips up into yours, whining when you move to remove your hand. You listen, moving your hand back to hold his throat firmly. N can feel his head begin to spin a bit, he bucks his hips up into you in approval. He usually never was into anything that could hurt either of you, he was usually fairly vanilla when it came to sex but this… was a nice little change of pace. Being able to feel the vibrations of each and every one of his little noises sent shocks to your very core.
N’s poor overstimulated cock fell victim to your needy self, not that he minded. He wasn’t used to being so overstimulated, the pleasure absolutely overwhelming him. there wasn’t a thought in his head about stoping you from fucking as many orgasms out of him as your wanted. He didn’t even stop to think about protection- the two of you could worry about that some other time.
Months of sexual frustration would be fucked out of the both of you that night. Dinner was still unfortunately forgotten about… but it could be reheated, no worries. N didn’t even care about it all- he didn’t care dinner was abandoned, he didn’t care the neighbors could probably hear you two, he didnt care that your grip on his throat was gonna bruise tomorrow, he didn’t care about anything except letting you fuck him like he was your special little boytoy. Months of pent up frustration so happily subsided when you manhandled him, your strong hands holding him still while you rode him like your life depended on it. He became an absolute mess beneath you, his cute fucked out expression only spurring you on to pick up your pace… god, you two were gonna be sore tomorrow.
Lucifer would want you to take pride in yourself, you're amazing and you deserve to feel that way
Mammon would want you to be greedy, it's not wrong to want nice things for yourself
Levi would want you to enjoy your passions, regardless of what others think
Satan would want you to allow yourself to feel your emotions, the good ones, the bad ones, and even the ugly ones
Asmo would want you to wear what you want, look the way you'd like, and love who you want to love
Beel would want you to eat, your body needs fuel
Belphie would want you to get some actual sleep, being tired all the time sucks
Diavolo would want you to take charge of your own destiny, you don't have to follow the path that people tell you to
Barbatos would want you to take a break, you can't spend all of your valuable time working
Luke would want you to stand up for yourself, you shouldn't have to be treated poorly
Simeon would want you to take the time to recharge when you need it, your mental health is worth more than the feelings of others
Solomon would want you to accept guidance when needed, its ok to ask for help, he wouldn't be where he is now without the guidance he received
overall, you deserve to be taken care of, not only by others but also by yourself. you're allowed to feel good about yourself and do what you like and just live and love and exist in the way you want to and you shouldn't let anyone give you shit for it
Bowser requests you say? Ha who would do that........
Can I please have a bowser x reader who is the opposite of him? He's big, loud, and scary while she's small(human size), quiet, and shy?
bowser x shy!gn!reader headcanons
warning: none
a/n: Thank you for 100+ followers !! I'm glad so many people enjoy my writing, I appreciate all the support <33
He has to be big and loud, his subjects won't take him seriously otherwise
quite literally big, large, and in charge
bowser is the type to not allow any type of disrespect fly
made a joke he doesn't like? dungeon
decided to question his authority? dungeon
he rules his kingdom with an iron fist
has an attitude that matches his tough exterior
when he's with you? it's like he's turned into jello
all his walls immediately come down when he sees you
whenever he speaks to you, he talks in the most gentle tones and never raises his voice at you
he barely uses any strength when he's handling you
since you're really soft-spoken, he'd yell at everyone and everything around him shut up so he can give you his undivided attention
kamek has witnessed his king ripping a Koopa a new one and not even two seconds later he's cooing something at you
he's always aware of his surroundings, doesn't wanna risk accidentally squashing you
date nights are obviously a must for him
if you don't feel like being around other people, he has a feast made for just you and him in the dining room
every dish being either a favorite of yours or something new he knows you'll enjoy
whenever you've had an especially trying day, he'll sit you next to him and play you various songs on his piano
even offers to teach you
limits the number of guards that usually surround him
says he's a king and can defend himself
in reality, he wants you to be as comfortable as possible in your home
whenever you'd be in a conversation with someone, he's always hovering either behind or around you
the literal definition of the 'they asked for no pickles' meme
he'd burn anyone who dares even look at you wrong to a crisp
gets major cuteness aggression
you can be doing nothing, just existing, and he'll have this urge to just squish your cheeks and cradle you in his massive arms
also he uses his height to his advantage and raises whatever you might be using over your head to be annoying
will only give it back in exchange for kisses
"Um, your heinousness?" a nervous kamek stands before the fire breather, who's seated on his throne.
He flinches under the fiery glare that's sent In his direction, "can't you see I'm trying to have a conversation?"
You send an apologetic look from your place on Bowser's lap, having just been telling him about your day, as per his request. You feel him shift and sit up straighter as he tightens the hold he has around your middle.
"I-It's just that.. well.."
"Spit it out already!" his temper simmers just as quickly as it spiked when he receives a smack to the shoulder, not really hurting him, but it sends the message.
"Nevermind!" The magikoopa considers whatever it was a lost cause and poofs himself out of the room with a cloud of pink smoke. "You didn't have to yell at him. Whatever I was talking about isn't that interesting."
A clawed finger finds its way under your chin and carefully turns your head up towards him, connecting his intense gaze with your own. "As if. Now, you were saying?"
You either like Jotaro because you’re autistic and feel like you understand him on a personal level that no one who isn’t neurodivergent could, or you like the “he hates everyone but you” trope. Hope I’ve called you out this evening folks
Synopsis: Jotaro Kujo rarely found interest in girls at school, he thought they were mostly annoying and only wanted him for his looks and bad boy status. All except one, but she probably didn’t like him at all….right?
Word Count: 0.9k words (3 pages!)
A/n: I fucking love the song Teenage Dirtbag! expect more songfics lol, and also here's the introductory fic to my favorite anime and current hyper fixation JJBA! Hope ya enjoy!
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“Jojo! Do you want to walk with us today?”
“Oh Jojo! Do you want to hang out after school?”
“You’re really cute, you know that?”
“Jojo-”
Jotaro let out a frustrated groan before turning to the posse that followed behind him.
“Shut the fuck up! Stop being fucking annoying!”
Jotaro stared down at them annoyingly before hearing all them squeal and continue to chatter about him, still following behind him.
The male only let out a sigh before continuing to school, before a softer voice called for him.
“Jotaro!”
He raised his head to see a (h/c) hair girl coming his way and waving, bringing a slight grin to his face. Your name was Y/n L/n, and she was a newer student at his school. You were best friends with Kakyoin, being an artsy student with amazing grades.
You were nearly perfect.
So he sometimes wondered how the hell did he end up being friends with you.
You ended up walking up to him, causing him to stop in his tracks.
“Hi, Jotaro! I wanted to know if you’d like to come to the art club after school today?” Your voice was so nice to Jotaro, a change in pace from the annoyed bitches that he heard on a daily basis. The male raise an eyebrow at your question and you giggled at his expression.
Your giggle made a light dust of pink cross his cheeks as you continued chatting away and telling him about the club meeting.
“Yea sure. I don’t mind.”
You clapped your hands excitedly before smiling and waving goodbye to him, running off saying how you had to prepare and that you had so much to show him.
Jotaro could only watch your figure vanish before pulling his hat down over his face.
God why did he have to be him? He was known as a big scary guy on campus, he had a reputation that he didn’t want to attach to you. He knew how sweet you were and how many friends you had. They all tell her how horrible of a person he was and how you should stay away from him.
It hurt him honestly.
Because after a while, Jotaro didn’t just tolerate you, he found himself actually liking you. And as much as he hated to admit it.
It had turned into a crush.
Jotaro knew for sure you didn’t want to be with an asshole like him. He beat up people, constantly fought, had an insane posse of girls after him.
He just didn’t want to see anything happen to you because you wanted to be around him.
So he was both excited and concerned at you inviting him to the art club after school.
Maybe you were gonna tell him that you didn’t want to be his friends anymore, that he was too mean and weird for you to be even bothered with him anymore.
Jotaro sighed as he went to class, the only thing on his mind was you.
Jotaro sighed as he walked alongside Kakyoin, friend to you and him. Kakyoin was also in the art club, and it concerned Jotaro even more that he wasn’t gonna be there. He didn’t have anyone to awkwardly talk to when he couldn’t bring himself to come up with a conversation to have with you.
“Jotaro, it’ll be fine.”
“...if you say so..”
Jotaro then split off with his friend, walking to the art room by himself. His head was swirling with thoughts about you. He was worried about how this situation was gonna go.
He was coming up on the art room when he heard the sounds of a scuffle.
At first, he thought it was just some of the other students dicking around near the hall until he heard a familiar voice.
“Touch it again! TOUCH IT A-FUCKING-GAIN! I DARE YOU.”
Followed by the sound of punches being landed and a group of girls came running out of the art room, one with obvious bruises on her face. Jotaro watched as they walked by and took notice that some of them were his posse.
This only pulled him faster to the classroom only to find you. You were smiling like usual, standing infront of a canvas, but it was obvious that your knuckles were bruised and the classroom was a mess.
“Oh! Jotaro you’re here!”
He walked up to you and placed his bag down, you grabbed the canvas off the easel and held it behind your back. Once again, Jotaro raised his eyebrow at you. “What are you hiding?”
You look to the side before showing him what it was.
It was a realistic portrait of him sitting in his desk in your earlier class. He didn’t know when you had the time to draw it, nor how you got the picture to be able to draw it but Jotaro slowly grabbed the canvas from you.
He allowed his hand to caress yours, going over your knuckles with his fingers.
You noticed him looking and finally spoke up.
“Heh, they deserved it. They were talking about you like you were a piece of meat..” This caught Jotato off guard.
You fought them because of him?
“I guess that means we’re alike more than we thought Jojo…” You joked and he pulled his hat down to hide his blush once again. You took this opportunity to step up on your art stool and place a kiss on his cheek. Shocking the male and causing his eyes to widen.
“Wanna hang out at my place later? We can talk more about many fights over you, heh.”
Jotaro was still at a loss for words but simple gave a nod as an answer.
i politely ask that you stop scrolling and read what i have to say, please,,!! thank you :)
i'm not so sure how many of us actually follow party coffin (not @'ing them to avoid them getting severely stressed), but there are some things as a fandom that we really need to be made aware of
party coffin is getting very very stressed out, and rightfully so! they're a more small creator with a huge following out of the blue for their work, which has to be an extremely heavy burden to carry (i get overwhelmed just getting a bunch of likes on a post, so i can't imagine--)
not only that, but a lot of of people on social media sites everywhere are not taking party coffin's mental health and boundaries into account, leading to very stressful and quite frankly fear inducing posts being produced. posts where their personal crafts/projects, images including wide shots of their home (namely with the Wally puppet), literal impersonators, people posting nsfw content of their characters before they're ready, etc etc
overall, a concerning amount of the fandom is just... not realizing that party coffin is one person,, a guy behind the screen, just like you and me, who just wants to make something that makes them happy,, but if this keeps going, the things that brought them, and i'm sure a lot of us, joy and comfort will be gone.
party coffin is in a dangerous living situation that i'm sure a lot of us know and relate to all too well, and spreading images of their room can put them in great danger. the wrong people could find that, and find out who they are, and put them at risk. not only that, but the other boundary breaks are just adding to the stress of living in a scary home, and just overall making their mental health decline,,
with all this being said, clown really really needs our help to make welcome home a home again. so here's some things that we can all do to help, if we are able:
i'm sure some of us have done this stuff on accident (i'm going to browse through my own profile to delete/edit any posts that might have crossed a boundary without my realizing). it's incredibly easy to accidentally break boundaries without realizing they're even there. and that's okay; just take down the post, apologize, and move on. that's one of the best things you can do right now.
another thing that you can do (if you are able to ofc; i currently an unable to but i wish to spread the word as much as possible) is to donate to their ko-fi. for just a few dollars, the price of a cup of coffee (i believe?), you can financially support them and assist them in getting out of the situation that they're in. if you can't do that, send kind words to their inbox (but do not spam!!!! be respectful)! make them fanart that will make their day! let them know that we as a community are there for them and have their back!!
one last thing that we can do is to help spread the word to other social media sites. reblog this post. make psas for those only on tiktok or youtube or twitter, etc etc. heck, even politely (emphasis on politely) remind people who made these posts that may not be aware of this. report impersonators and videos that are actively harmful to clown. just remember to be respectful throughout all of these interactions.
of course, there are probably a plethora of things that i might have missed that i urge you to add on to this post with reblogs and comments. but ultimately, we need to remember that welcome home isn't a game, isn't just another piece of media to binge and go crazy for. it's a passion project created by a creator who loves what they do and wants to create a nice home, for them, and for us. so please do whatever you can to keep it that way. make this fandom a safe place. make the neighborhood a nice one. be kind, be friendly, be caring, and be the absolute most.
please do what you can and spread the word!!!!! thank you so much for taking the time to read, and i hope you have a wonderful day :)
i really hope this doesn't come off as rude or anything, but why did the beginning say Mx when the fic uses Fem pronouns? why not use Mrs if the reader is female? i was just wondering, sorry if i bothered you (;ŏ﹏ŏ)
Oh! You're perfectly fine! There's more characters that are gonna be added that are Male! I felt like I was rushing in the first part when introducing characters so I cut them out of the first chapter!
Synopsis: Only one person could be Mx. Darling. And it was the time of year where suitors were chosen. But...how did they get here? And more importantly....how do they get out?
Au: Royalty Au (Also Human Au!)
Word Count: 1.5k (4 and a half pages!)
Warnings: Scopophobia, Stalking, excessive eye contact (it's wally so it's expect lol), obsession and devotion, kidnapping.
A/n: OH BOY DO I LOVE A GOOD TWISTED FAIRYTALE- I'll talk more at the end. Hope Ya enjoy!
edit: I may or may not be continuing this or not, it was kinda just a one off idea i had in my head. I'll probs be focusing on writing other stuff more and take a mini break from writing for welcome home! and I don't want to be disrespectful by continuing to write for this series! I hope you guys understand and stick around to see what else I have in store!
“Y/n! Y/n! You should go! What’s the worst that can happen?”
“I don't know, Ms. Joyful…”
Your boss, Ms. Julie Joyful huffed. You worked for the fashion designer in the west district of the kingdom of the Welcome, a beautiful and colorful land filled with amazing people.
Ms. Julie was bestfriend with the Prince of this land, so she was something of a royal advisor, so she got the scoop of when things were happening in the kingdom.
It just seems that today she found out that they are looking for a suitor for the Prince. She explained her reasoning for wanting you to do it, as she thinks you’d make great royalty and you’d be wonderful.
But you, a commoner from the farming district knew better.
That and the prince creeped you out a bit…but you weren’t going to tell her that.
You hated it whenever you had to go to the castle with her. You always felt like you were being watched, judged, like someone was waiting on you to make everyone move...
Hell, besides that, you still were in shock how you managed to get this job working alongside Ms. Joyful, so you could only imagine what the competition for the Prince’s hand would be like.
“Well! Whether you like it or not! You’re going Y/n! I don’t want you to pass up this opportunity! Plus, Sally and Poppy recommended you too!”
You wanted to slowly disappear.
Like maybe you could go hop in the river.
Or you could ask Eddie Dear to ship you off to Alaska.
You wanted to be anywhere but here right now...
Ms. Sally was an amazing actor who over saw the entertainment district alongside Barnaby, the prince’s right hand. She was always coming to you so she could get more ideas for scripts or costume designs for her latest plays!
While You already knew Ms. Poppy was going to recommend you as well, she was like a mother type figure to you.
When you arrived in the farming district of Welcome, you had little to no memory of where you came from, just your name.
It was strange when you try to remember it, you remember being pulled somewhere and falling before you ended up falling face down in Ms. Poppy's garden.
She took you in and showed you the ropes when it came to farming, and the rest is history. She was the reason why you worked alongside Julie as she saw you had talent that shouldn't be wasted with farming.
You should have know they were gonna throw your name in the bunch.
You could only sigh in response.
“So when do I leave Ms. Julie?”
“Um..Now actually! Barnarby has been waiting on us this entire time!’
You whipped your head around an low and behold there stood the large, blue haired male with a big grin on his face. He gave a sheepish grin as Julie marched over to him, handing your bags to him.
“Come one! I’m gonna take you up there!”
“Y-yes..ma’am..”
You allowed yourself to be led by the two, your fate resting in their hands until you arrived at the castle. But you felt a burning sensation in the back of your head, almost as if your body was trying to tell you something.
Like it was trying to tell you that this was a bad idea…
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When the three of you arrived, Julie walked through the halls of the Welcome Palace with you, entering the meeting room and passing a trio of other women.
They glared at you with filthy glances until they jumped at the shrill yell Julie let out.
“WALLLYYYYYYYYY!!!!!! I BROUGHT MY CANDIDATE CHOICE!!!”
It was silent for a bit after her yell before a Monotonous voice could be heard coming down the hall.
“Coming! You don’t have to yell Julie, I already knew you had arrived!”
That voice belonged to the prince, and you quickly joined the others as he rounded the corner. You felt like your breath had been taken away.
Prince Wally Darling, or Prince Darling as he so lovingly went by, is a beautiful man, glowing brown skin, pretty dark blue eyes, well done hair and a handsome face to seal the deal.
He knew how attractive he was and he was not afraid to use it.
He then walked over to Julie, engaging in conversation with her, and you let out a sigh of relief.
Until she pointed at you.
You felt your body tense as his eyes followed Julie’s finger and you could’ve sworn when you made eye contact his pupils dilated a bit before returning to normal.
You wanted to go back to the time when you didn’t know he existed right about now.
Wally then tilted his head in confusion before turning to Julie. “I thought it was supposed to be seven, not five?” Wally asked and Julie giggled,
“Sally and Poppy chose Y/n as their choice too! She’s just that lovely!”
You could feel the other girls glare at you at Julies statement.
You wanted to roll your eyes and yell that they could have him, that you were forced to be here really.
BUt one other one looked at you with a sheepish look.
You knew her from your time in the farming district, Her name was Viola Vibrato, a pretty dark skinned woman with pretty green hair and matching yellow-green eyes. She was your only friend in the entire kingdom besides Julie and Sally.
She was an amazing singer so it was weird to see her here.
And it appeared she didn't want to be here herself...
She seemed to look uncomfortable as well, and she quickly made her way over to you.
“Psst. Y/n can we talk real quick?”
“Yea, Sure!”
Viola then grabbed your hand and headed in the direction of what you could only assume were bedrooms. A pair of eyes following you as you were pulled along.
Turns out Viola was the first one to be brought to the palace for this little suitor selection, so she had a room in the Palace already. She hurriedly pulled you into the room before closing the door.
You took notice of how she was acting…She seemed a bit…
Paranoid.
“Vio…are you okay?..” You asked as you watched her check around the room.
It was liked she was looking to see if someone or anyone was listening in on you two. She checked every part of the room until she felt comfortable.
When she finally stopped she grabbed your shoulders.
“Y/n. we need to get out of here.”
You were shocked by her words and tilted your head in confusion, prompting her to continue on.
“We don’t belong here Y/n…”
“I mean of course we don’t were farmers in a royals-”
“No! There’s something off about this place! About the prince! Hell even about the advisors!”
You stared at her, reading the worried look on her face.
“Don’t you find it strange that you don’t remember anything about your past life? That we woke up here in this sunshine and rainbows kingdom!?”
You then averted your gaze to the ground. She was right. Viola had explained how she had also woken up in the farming district, barely being able to remember a thing about where she came from until she started having these weird dreams.
Dreams of being chased down by something unknown yet all seeing..
The feeling of eyes just on her, even when she was out in the open she felt eyes on her. Or how she had met others who felt the same way that she did, but when they brought their feeling up, they disappeared as quick as they arrived in the kingdom.
“Don’t you think it’s weird that we of all people were chosen to be here? It’s like they’re setting us up for something…” Viola finished and you gave her a nod.
You had always thought this castle and the kingdom was a bit odd.
You questioned how the district ran if people never paid for anything, or how the shops were able to keep their stock high, despite not charging a thing for their goods. Why did the kingdom only have one scientist and one mailman, or how did Wally even become prince?
“So what do we do, Vio?...we can’t just get up and leave!”
“We fake the funk until we can figure out what the hell is going on.” She answers quickly.
“We fake it until we can-”
A rapid knock cut Viola off followed by Barnaby’s voice.
“Umm, Ms. Viola, it is time for bed! I have to show Ms. Y/n to her room.”
Viola looked at you, before nodding and allowing you to leave out the room, the situation you already didn’t want to be in seems like it just got worse…
When you did reach your room and bid Barnaby goodnight, you still felt like eyes were on you. Though you knew you were alone in the room.
You sighed and decided to finally sleep it off, especially with the information that Viola had just told you. You snuggled up in your bed and hoped and prayed that nothing was coming to get you in your sleep…
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‘Y/n….Darling…
You slowly opened your eyes, only to find yourself in a dark void. You let out a shriek of fear as you realized there were eyes in the void. And said eyes were staring at you.
‘My….darling…you’re not leaving me are you..?’
You were frozen with fear as the eyes bore down on you.
‘You don’t get to leave…not after i did all this work to bring you here…’
With that phrase you quickly scrambled away, where you were running? You didn’t know but you just wanted to get the feeling of eyes off your back.
‘Don’t leave me! Where are you going!?’
You covered your ears, you felt like someone was watching you, that the voice you was hearing was in your head, so no matter how hard you try to block it out, You could hear it booming in your head.
All you could do is effortlessly run and hope that you would get away wake up
Wake up..
Wake up.
No matter what you do you need to WAKE UP-
You jolted away, only to be met with the black void of your room. You quickly reached over to turn on your lamp.
Suddenly, You didn’t feel like sleeping anymore….
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"Do you like her?..."
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"Yea...She's not like the others...she's the perfect piece.."
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"Do you really think so? You think she'll become my Princess?.."
a/n: OKAYYYY I hope you all enjoyed! I do like to take time when working on these longer fics and I take great care whenever I'm developing a universe! So there will be small things that I may come back and change! But I hope you all enjoy!
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